Chapter 162 – Coincidence

First of all, let me tell you, it was all a coincidence. It was a fucking coincidence created by the collaboration between my mother, the dreamy apostle, and a young couple and an ugly baby.

On my way upstairs, I unknowingly saw a happy young couple holding a baby in their arms. The Apostle of Dreams did that to me. My mother says she loves me, but love is about things like that. I wasn’t talking about a mother who neglected and instructed to hit.

The young couple were so fond of the wrinkly ugly child, the couple hugging the child and making short-tongued noises.

“Oh my baby, is your baby hungry?”

Even if you say it like that, I don’t think the child will be able to understand it.

If that’s what being a parent is, then I don’t want to be a parent. Abused children are more likely to become abusive parents when they grow up. Well, not everyone is like that, and I wasn’t particularly abused… but it was clear that a guy like me would become a parent. So, it would be better not to have children in the first place. So be a little more careful in the future…

[Bocchan, what kind of man will you become? I think a lot of women will cry later.]

[Did you hold that young boy again? Anyone who sees it will know it’s your child. It’s very wet, isn’t it?]

[Well, since the goddess is busy, you and I took care of raising her, and she follows me like this. Isn’t half of her child mine? What do you think, Daesu?]

[What kind of fucking sophistry is that. Since the child was created by the Goddess herself, she is her child. He wants to file a parental rights lawsuit right now. And what kind of Israel’s wise magician king am I? Shall we cut it in half? And half what’s your kid? I know what kind of chicken parental rights he has.]

[Hey, you crazy bastard! Why are you swearing in front of the young master! And I just asked… In the first place, I like friends…]

[The curse is now you…]

The voices of young men and women who came with headaches pierced my eardrums like arrows.

“Fuck…”

One of the voices made it clear that the dream doctor was Ha Dae-soo. But what was that woman’s voice? It wasn’t my mother’s voice. Damn, my head hurt like it would break. Just like the morning after eating wheat flour.

[Do…sama… run away…go…]

[Goddess… don’t fly… I’m your sleep… sleep]

[Forgive both of you… You dare to be my friend…]

I couldn’t hear the last part properly because it was mixed in with the noise, but the male voices were familiar except for the female ones. As I just said, one was that number, and the other one was who. Damn, since I have a bad memory, I thought there would be no point even if I kept messing around, so I continued to move on.

I’m not the main character of a mass-produced mobile rpg game, so amnesia is bullshit. What, when I was with my mom, I pressed the skill button to use my ultimate, get equipment from the monster I caught, and touch the equipment slot to equip it, and then died. Even if I, a real idiot, thought about it, it was really bullshit.

Even though I had a headache, I was able to arrive in front of Airi’s hospital room thanks to walking briskly.

“It’s I. I’m your teacher. I thought you were arrogant and didn’t come and dared to call Master? Tsk, I’m going in now.”

“Oh, Master, wait a minute…!”

Again, it was a coincidence. If it hadn’t been for that couple, if my mother hadn’t come to visit the hospital without a gift enclosed, if the apostle my mother had brought hadn’t said strange things, if the couple hadn’t shown up, if that wrinkly ugly child hadn’t been hungry If I hadn’t bothered… that fucking headache wouldn’t have come.

If it hadn’t been for the headache, I, the second coming of the English gentleman, would never have forgotten the etiquette of knocking. And if I had knocked on the door instead of opening it, the unfortunate accident of seeing Airi’s upper body with not even a thread on while she was changing would not have happened.

“hahahaha, that’s fucked up.”

“I told you to wait!”

It was pink. And the pillow flew towards me, and the pillow was white. fuck.

It was unfair. It’s not my fault though. Everything is my mother, Ha Dae-su, Adolf Hitler, the young couple, Hoon, the wrinkly ugly child, and Joseph Stalin, so why should I be punished? This is why innocence must be strengthened.

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“So it was an accident?”

Of course buy it Otherwise, there’s no way something like a Japanese love comedy would happen. Honestly, when I saw it as a cartoon, I also cursed at the main character who made excuses saying it was an accident, saying that an accident was an accident… What kind of fights have teachers been fighting?

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Now I believe in the appeal of the teacher who shouted ‘but I didn’t do it’. Teachers: Teachers and I have a lot in common.

“Well… Master is also in pain from a lot of injuries, so I’ll take care of it. Please make sure to knock next time.”

But you sick bastards. I mean, I have a disciple who takes this into account. You bastard sex offenders are on a different level from those of you who get hit with all sorts of attacks and are accused of being ‘hentai’.

“Yes, I’m really sorry Airi… I forgot to knock because I have a lot of things to worry about these days.”

“Do you have any problems to worry about, Master?”

What does he see me as? Damn, how serious and thoughtful am I? If there is someone in the world who thinks as much and is as serious as me, ask them to come out. I’ll beat them all up and I’ll be the best.

“He knows his teacher as a person who lives without thinking. Well, even if he’s right in certain parts, I’m worried about it too, Airi.”

“Isn’t it Master’s intention that it’s enough to have a place to lie down and bread to eat today, and tomorrow’s me will take care of tomorrow’s work?”

“I did…but so much has changed.”

A lot of people I didn’t know died. I don’t know because I only played the DLC with the Black Round Table until the beginning, but these guys weren’t like game characters. And the guys I killed were human, even if they were evil. Especially Tristan… He was someone Werner, no, I wouldn’t have died if I had behaved properly. I pushed him into evil, and with my hand I made him die.

The other guys were selfishly evil, so there was a reason that it was okay… but this time it was different. I ruined someone’s life and took it.

In addition, complicated family affairs were entangled in it, and even my appetite was about to disappear.

“If it’s a problem that you can’t find an answer to, no matter how much you think about it… Grab God by the collar and solve it.”

Even if you don’t say that, I caught you today, my disciple.

“You speak like an adult, disciple.”

“It’s better than moaning when you don’t even get an answer. I’d rather just bump into something while doing something, and focus on something alone, whether or not a fight breaks out… A clear answer will come out.”

The little boy who had just become an adult was talking like an old man. The appearance was proud and admirable, so I put my hand on top of my head and stroked it.

“If I just hear someone passing by, I’ll know that you’re older than me and that you’re my teacher.”

“I’m a more mature person than I look.”

“Yes, I’m more of a kid than I look, but I mean.”

Unknowingly, I grabbed my mother by the collar. He knew at least that it was a well-thought-out decision on his own. Even in the middle of it, I was aware that he had come to pick me up. But… the prejudice that he was the one who abandoned me gave birth to such violence.

Everything I gave birth was like that. It gives birth to malice in Tristan’s heart, it gives birth to immorality and violence.

“Iri… I don’t think I’m good enough to be a good parent. Even if I meet a girl by chance, I want to end it with a one-night stand. People like me… I’m a guy who can never give affection to his children.”

It’s a bastard who catches his mother by the collar, but can’t he catch it because he’s a bastard? To be honest, even if a child was born, I had neither the confidence nor the qualifications to love that child. So, for a bastard like me, if you think about the future of mankind, it’s better not to hit a bastard and just die…

“What are you talking about, Master?”

Airi was facing me as it was, smiling while maintaining a close distance where we could feel each other’s breath.

“If Master was that kind of person, wouldn’t he have gotten such a cute disciple? It’s all because of Master’s affection that this cute disciple is here.”

“Iri…”

“I don’t know who it is, but if someone says something like that to Master, tell me right away. I’ll go and make a blood clot.”

“Irene I…”

Before I could say anything, Airi closed her lips to block my words. We couldn’t hear anything because our lips were overlapping each other, but I could feel Airi’s heart as if it was okay to say no more.