I Am the Only Totem in This World

Episode 201. Afterword (1)

Episode 201 Afterword (1)

“Herald of Malak! “Check out innovation and progress like never before!”

The only scientific laboratory in the tribal federation. Harry’s extremely excited voice rang out.

“Look! This is the pride of humanity!”

‘Hmm, is that it?’

If you do something, you will be proud of humanity. It says in verses 2 and 3 that when he got the gigantic body, he used it splendidly.

I scratched my cheek with my free left hand and looked at the results of Harry’s months of confinement in the lab.

Unnecessarily large wheels. The passenger seat is so high that it is difficult to climb without stairs. Even the engine making a rumbling sound and shaking violently.

There was something in front of me that looked like a converted truck from the turn of the century. It was a car that looked like something from ‘Mad Mooks: Highway of Fury’.

“Uh…”

No. Is this old man crazy? I clearly ordered to build a car that could be mass-produced. But why is the result like this?

It’s not an outdated April Fool’s Day joke.

“No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like mass production is possible. It’s too high for children to ride.”

Lakke, who was standing next to me with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes.

“All you need to do is build a folding staircase!”

“It’s too cumbersome. “You can just lower the height, but do you really need to make troublesome stairs to fold and unfold it?”

“Well, still!”

Harry began to refute my words.

“I had no choice but to increase it in order to put in more fuel, divine magic stones! “A must-have for long-term travel!”

So, in the end, the product was made thicker to make the battery last longer.

“Is there really a need to put in a lot at once? “You can just put spare fuel in the cargo box and carry it around.”

“Then we have to increase the cargo capacity, which may make it difficult for this ‘car’ to perform as well as it should. Because… “

Although it is roughly cutting-edge technology, there are still some unstable aspects, so it was an excuse to at least take care of the specifications.

Even lies are true. Just looking at it, it looks like it was completed after putting in all the things that I liked.

It reminds me of ‘A Man’s Romance That Must Appear in Mecha’ that I saw on the internet.

1. A gas that cannot exist.

2. A gas that should not exist.

3. The 0th aircraft not in the record.

4. The 13th aircraft in a series of only 12 units.

5. Output that the pilot cannot withstand.

6. An improvised aircraft made by applying ancient technology.

7. A non-standard aircraft that no one can handle.

Was it?

Honestly, it sounds grandiose, but that’s the truth.

“Isn’t it ultimately an unstable failure?”

Ah. I accidentally said it out loud. Anyway, grandfather, you should fulfill a man’s romance to the fullest extent.

“Tsk… !”

Harry, who was shaking, nodded at her.

“I understand. “I will try my best again.”

Still, I’m glad you agreed. Even if it looks like that, it doesn’t mean you’re stubborn.

I left the lab with Lakhe, saying I would come back then.

“Also… He’s a messenger, not an ordinary human… I don’t know the human heart… “

I ignored Harry’s mumbling as he moved away.

“Hmm.”

Maybe it’s because I have a bandage on my right arm, but my sense of balance is poor and it’s uncomfortable to walk.

“Yes, Sanz. Sorry… “

Lakhe became depressed. She was slightly limping, and he seemed to have noticed it.

“What. It’s okay.”

A few days ago, Lakhe broke my right arm. It wasn’t intentional, it was an accident that occurred while helping me.

Since that day, Lakhe has been blaming himself for failing to control his strength and has been unable to even touch my body hers.

Write. If I had a strong paladin body like other possessors, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“That could be possible.”

Yes. I didn’t get Jinmalak’s manifest body or the strong bodies of the paladins.

I inherited Jin Malak’s will and became the second Malak, becoming an ordinary Korean man in his 20s. So, it means returning to the original body.

Well, it was actually good. How is it not a totem without limbs? At least I can now walk on my own feet, touch all kinds of food with my hands, and eat all kinds of food.

Nowadays, I move my consciousness to the totem only when necessary and live in the guise of Malak.

“Shall we go eat a sandwich?”

“…Yes.”

Lakhe nodded his head. She wasn’t honestly happy, perhaps because she thought she had made a mistake, but her eyes were shining brightly.

It was time to walk to the square where the sandwich shop was.

“Ah, Sanz!”

“Messenger of the God of Rain and Rain!”

“Hello!”

A civilized woman, a barbarian man, and a child who was a mixture of two ethnic groups greeted me.

“Oh, Sanz. Is your arm okay? “You were in the hospital for a while.”

“Okay?”

“Take care of yourself. “You’re not even a paladin anymore.”

“That’s right.”

There was also a possessed person who approached without hesitation and pretended to know him. The nickname is… Honestly, I forgot.

In this way, to people, I was not the ‘second Malak’ but the ‘messenger of Malak.’

Even though he was a Holy Knight, Jin Malak admired me for working hard for him so far, so he used his power to return me to my original body… It’s roughly set up that way.

He couldn’t help it. If an Asian man suddenly says, ‘I am the second generation Malak,’ I cannot help but be confused. I had no choice but to agree with Lakhe, who knew the truth.

When transferring rituals to the totem, it is Malak, the wind and rain god. When I’m walking around like now, I’m a messenger Sanz. This was our compromise.

After walking a little further, we arrived at a sandwich shop in the square. It is crowded with civilized people, barbarians, and possessed people alike.

“It’s popular again today.”

The owners of this store, which has the terrible name ‘Earth Bakery’, are Brahmanda and Dinosaur Punch.

It was made with the intention of ‘making food that both earthlings and otherworlders can enjoy,’ and it tasted quite good.

Due to the effect of the ‘Power of the Wind and Rain God,’ it was reasonable to use the abundant wheat for various foods. This was also the reason it became a bakery rather than a restaurant.

“How much was it?”

“Five coins.”

Brahmanda smiled kindly. He is a man with a warm appearance.

Oh, and currency was also created and distributed. It was difficult to commercialize it as it was not a concept familiar to civilized people but also to barbarians, but it was absolutely necessary.

“Wow, it went up again. “Wages don’t go up, but prices go up… “

‘I trusted Mr. Monkey’ who received the sandwich in front, the monkey grumbled for short.

“It’s an organic sandwich. “You have to understand.”

Siwoo, the ‘morning tent installation engineer’ who came with the monkey, comforted him. Perhaps because they were a duo that posted a lot of trash together in the community, their relationship was very good.

“No, the only option is organic. “Is there no such thing as exploitation of children in developing countries, plantations, GMOs, environmental destruction, and imperialists’ big sandwiches?”

“Are you sure? “You crazy guy.”

Siwoo says tadak! And he lightly hit the monkey’s head with a bat. These two duos are playful in everything.

“Hello.”

“Wow, Sans! “The messenger came in person.”

Brahmanda said playfully while whistling.

He was heartbroken every time he saw people with broken hearts like Abraham. It was nice to see him looking so happy now.

“Two sandwiches. No, make it three.”

“Okay~!”

Dinosaur Punch, who was kneading flour behind him, grinned. This lady, did you say she used to be a baker? It seems he was a pastry and pastry student.

Anyway, watching him mix the eggs with a whisk and remove air bubbles from the dough with a wooden pusher makes me feel like an expert.

In a world being rebuilt, being a chef who learned specialized skills was a rare occupation, and Dinosaur Punch was also treated as a precious commodity.

Even among possessed people (almost all of whom are unemployed), they probably earn quite a lot.

Among them, the one who earns the most is…

“It’s been a while. Ultra Sanz goes crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night.”

Could it be this guy?

A man in black armor stood behind me with a solemn face. He is an idiot and a close-range spy who wants to be called Gozaburo.

“You were on a date with the most beautiful girl in the province. Is it a messenger’s privilege?”

I swallowed the words, ‘It’s a damn plague-‘ and answered with difficulty.

“I heard you hate bread. “Didn’t you say you don’t like being choked?”

“Sometimes it’s not that bad.”

Damn. It must be an errand for Rachel, who is obviously very busy.

The close-quarters spy became Rachel’s bodyguard.

‘Now that we are in a peaceful era, it is time to make my dream come true.’

Originally, what a close-quarters spy wanted to do was become a novelist.

After uploading the novel to the community and seeing the response, I had grand ambitions to compile it into a book later, but this unfulfillable dream was quickly suppressed.

[Melee Spy: Hiding the Chicken in the Status Window in Apocalypse Episode 56]

– Comments –

[Lulu TV: Throwing chicken bones is cliché]

[Odo Book: Did the novel industry seem so easy?]

[Iri Chung: Recipe for steamed beef ribs – enough to submerge the beef ribs… ]

[I believed in Mr. Monkey:

Gozaburo – Master! Don’t be angry! I will deal with malicious comments! You bastard!

Puck!

Malicious commenter – Wow!

Gozaburo – Hum, are you weak?

Malicious commenter – You bastard!

Puff puff puff~! Pukpukpukpongpang~!

Gozaburo – Wow! (Vomiting blood)

Malicious commenter – Hehe, this is my power

Geuncheop – How dare this guy leave my readers with malicious comments?

Malicious commenters – come at me, bastard

Puck!

Close-up – hehe. It tickles.

Puff puff puff! Deungkidukkungkkung!

Malicious commenter – Wow! Stop it! I lost! I will never leave a negative comment again!

Close-up – Mmm haha haha!

Gozaburo – Long Live the Master~!

This is how Geuncheop wrote a fun novel without malicious comments!]

Well, don’t you think you can tell just by looking at the reaction?

Rachel officially hired a close-knit spy who was enjoying an unemployed life in a corner of a room where nothing could be said.

You can’t corrupt the strongest person after Lakke.

It was when I received a sandwich and was about to leave.

“…Sans?”

I encountered Hanna, a paladin with short red hair.