The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone - The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone chapter 120

One Chuck Cheon-Geum (1)

In the lucid dream I was slowly getting used to, I looked at the black girl sitting across from me.

Estelle. A girl who always greets me in a lucid dream that comes when I forget.

Because he had met face to face many times, he was a person who would regret not seeing him now.

As I was playing chess in the face of such Estelle, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

It’s a simple yet fun idea.

In a way, it was also close to an experimental idea.

As I moved the piece I was holding in my hand, I looked at Estelle’s face on the other side.

“Did you come up with a good number?”

“I had an interesting idea.”

tuk.

I moved the Queen I was holding and defeated Estelle’s Bishop.

Estelle’s slender fingers pulled the fallen bishop out of the chessboard.

As a result, the number of pieces I possessed slightly exceeded Estelle’s.

Contrary to me, did he not pay any attention to the pros and cons of the game from the beginning?

After hearing my story, Estelle asked with an interesting face.

“What do you think?”

“An idea that can change a person’s entire life.”

“It doesn’t seem like anyone can do it.”

“It’s a possible idea for someone like me.”

What came to mind was simple curiosity.

It was also a kind of curiosity that could only be resolved by winning the game.

I was in a situation where I had the upper hand in the chess game as well.

If I win the game like this, I was going to bring up the question in my head to Estelle.

As I continued to turn round and round to answer my question, she clenched her chin and flicked the words she was holding in her hand.

“Are you going to let me know if you win the game?”

“Even if I lose, if you ask a question using a question, you will inevitably find out.”

It was a simple thought that popped into my head.

The Estelle in front of me is a fragment of the unconscious created by my dreams.

So, the answer she gave back was nothing more than what came out of my head.

If I ask her about things I don’t know, what kind of answer will Estelle give back?

Will she be able to give me a normal answer even then?

If not, are you going to try to fool around with nonsensical stories?

Either way, an interesting answer is sure to come.

“You’re mean today. Isn’t that the story of wanting to lose the game in the end?”

Estelle, who put down the piece she was holding, spoke while holding on to the one remaining look.

In the end, it must have been a useless idea if it didn’t win.

I began to contemplate the next move, hoping in my heart that she would lose easily.

“It’s good to lose.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a rule to do it right, so I think it’s hard to lose at will.”

“I don’t know why there are so many strict rules between us.”

At Estelle’s story, I muttered in despair.

Why is she so picky in my head?

If it’s a simple story, it would be enough to have a conversation without a game.

It’s just a pity that even the smallest story has to be shared through the game.

Even though I don’t hate playing games with Estelle.

“Sorry. But one day we will be able to talk freely without strict rules.”

“okay? check.”

“It’s just a process of getting used to each other.”

Confused, Estelle pushed the King back.

However, the number of moves this time was expected to go up to that point.

tuk.

The prepared bishop moved and pressed Estelle’s King again.

Whoops.

The two men took turns moving the pieces with their hands on the chessboard.

How many more exchanges have been made since the first check?

The pieces of the bag that continued to drive Estelle into a corner came up with their last move.

“Checkmate. Do you think this is the end of it?”

“I can’t move any more. It’s unfortunate.”

“I’m glad I won.”

After finishing the game by declaring a checkmate, I leaned back on the chair and sighed.

I wasn’t very good at chess, so I was worried about whether I could win, but luckily, I was able to win against Estelle with ease.

Online chess, which I had been playing for a while, seemed surprisingly helpful.

While stretching and warming up to wake up the sluggish body, Estelle got up from her seat with the parasol.

again. again.

Estelle, who stopped in front of me with a light shoe sound, looked at me and asked.

“So, what question did you win because you wanted to ask?”

A question I wanted to bring to Estelle, who lost the game.

And a question I don’t know, but if Estelle’s answer is true, it would be very helpful.

It was about the lottery.

I turned to Estelle, who rushed to her with a curious face, and asked about the information I had so desperately wanted to know.

“Lottery winning number.”

“What?”

“Give me the lottery winning number.”

“It’s really… a novel idea.”

Estelle looked at me with narrowed eyes and said.

tock.

The tip of Estelle’s parasol rested on my toes as I sat there.

She leaned her torso into the parasol placed on her toes, giving her strength.

In an instant, a powerful pain swept over the weight of the big toe.

“Ouch······!”

“I’m sorry, but this is the only time I’m answering this kind of question.”

“Is this the only time?”

“You mean that you will never give a stupid answer to the same kind of question again. I understand?”

Estelle raised a finger and asked, bringing it to my lips.

His eyes, like deep abyss, faced me and forced me to answer.

This is the last time such a question can be asked.

Recognizing that fact, I nodded my head to Estelle’s question and confirmed it.

By adding a strict condition to the end of the question.

“If possible, please use the number one winning number.”

“Uh-huh, okay. I will tell you.”

Estelle, who was sitting on the desk right next to her, lifted her parasol.

Immediately after that, a clear voice began to slowly flow out of Estelle’s mouth.

“2.”

“Oh, yes. No.2.”

To be honest, the lottery number started flowing out of Estelle’s mouth.

Scared to hear Estelle’s voice, I made a piece of paper and a pen on the table.

Then, I wrote down the numbers Estelle called on a piece of paper one by one.

From Estelle’s attitude, it was because even if I said I didn’t hear it, it wasn’t likely that I’d hear it again.

“11.”

“Number 11. great.”

“15.”

“Number 15.”

“21.”

“Number 21. Four so far.”

In an instant, the number on the paper he was holding began to increase.

The number gradually increased to five, and the sixth number came out of Estelle’s mouth.

That moment when all six lottery numbers flowed out of Estelle’s mouth.

The world where Estelle and I were sitting collapsed, and bright lights began to pour in from all directions.

Gradually, the moment when this lucid dream would end has begun to arrive.

“Looks like we’re here today.”

“I know. 2. 11. 15. 21. 27·······.”

“The next time I see you, you won’t lose as easily as today. I hope you stay healthy until the next time we meet.”

“okay. you are doing well too 2. 11. 15. 21・・・・・.”

In order not to forget the lottery number Estelle told me, I repeated it with my mouth.

This is because memories in dreams are more volatile than other memories.

Estelle looked at me with mixed eyes, but lottery numbers were important to everyone.

It was because the number I got in my dream might be the real winning number.

It might be that Estelle’s number is more accurate than the lottery number that my ancestors gave me.

In my collapsing dream, I memorized the lottery numbers in anticipation of the good luck Estelle would bring.

* * * * * *

The day after waking up from a lucid dream with Estelle.

I bought the lottery ticket she gave me on the way home from work.

With a simple dream that if I win the lottery, I will quit my job that day.

Of course, I was thinking of investing a certain amount in the idle game, which is responsible for my regular life.

As long as there is no burden on you, you can boldly charge 10 million won or so.

This is only the story of when the number Estelle gave to wins.

“But why does it feel so familiar? Is it my mistake?”

However, after purchasing the lottery ticket, I felt that the lottery numbers were somehow familiar.

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Maybe it’s because I heard about the number from Estelle in my dream.

Why I felt this way was to be revealed on the day of the lottery draw.

Until that day came, I just had to expect that the number Estelle gave me was a winner.

Isn’t it usually said that the lottery number you get in your dream has a high chance of winning?

The number Estelle gave me was probably not the case.

“I’ll have to think about what to do once I win.”

I looked at the screen of my smartphone with the game turned on, embracing my inflated anticipation for the future.

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Maybe it’s because it’s been quite some time since the last level up?

As soon as you log in, on the screen you face, the level-up message you haven’t seen in a long time is displayed.

The player level had reached level 11 beyond level 10.

– You have reached level 11.

– ＜Eye of the Spectator (Lv.10)＞ grows.

– It has become ＜Eye of the Observer (Lv.11)＞. You will be able to observe the continents with a clearer eye than before.

As the player level increased, the ＜Eye of the Contemplative＞ reached level 11.

As ＜The Observer’s Eye＞ evolved, a small change occurred in the game screen.

It felt like the movement of the character was smoother than before.

Of course, in addition to leveling up, all kinds of messages were additionally output on the screen.

– Warning: Karma that is too biased in one direction is more likely to cause ＜Causality Correction＞.

– ＜Balance of Karma＞ is tilted.

– A low level of ＜causality correction＞ occurred.

– Due to ＜Causality Correction＞, [Divine Spirit: Ascalon] has been liberated by one level.

– Due to ＜Causality Correction＞, [New Spirit: Hieroglyph] has been liberated by one level.

– Causality correction progress: 14%

As the game progressed, the correction value of causality increased to 14%.

In addition, two messages announcing the liberation of the divine spirit were also output as a result.

As my characters are getting stronger, the boss monsters in the game are also growing steadily.

The game itself seemed to have risen to a higher stage.

And below the message about causality, the total amount of karma I had was being displayed.

After checking the karma printed at the bottom of the screen, I put my forehead on my head and shook my head.

“I will not watch Karma for a while.”

The amount of karma I have displayed on the screen was worse than before.

Cumulative Karma 312.

It was because he had recently appointed Daniel as an apostle by paying a huge karma.

However, he did not regret choosing Daniel as an apostle.

This is because Daniel, who became an apostle, was busy moving around and cleaning up the enemies of the denomination.

If a little more time passed, he might have accumulated a huge amount of sacred contribution.

“Still, Daniel still seems to be doing well, and for Utenia… Shall we check out Utenia after a long time?”

Whoops.

After exiting the message box, I moved the screen and looked at the place where Utenia was.

Yutenia was talking to the alchemist on the greatly expanded Yuto.

In the hands of the alchemist, it looked like a book of tremendous thickness.

It seemed like they were talking about the [Sage’s Stone] that they had entrusted to them in the past.

It’s because I haven’t given Yutenia any other missions yet.

For the time being, as long as there are no major problems, I was going to leave the contents of [The Philosopher’s Stone] to Utenia.

– “Did you just say that one of the ingredients is a relic?”

– “They say you need a relic to purify the soul in order to craft the Philosopher’s Stone. According to the records, it appears to be a relic called the ‘Adilean’s Needle’.”

– “It’s called ‘Adilea’s Needle’… If you use a compass, you can easily find it. That part is fine.”

After hearing the information about the ingredients from the alchemist, Yutenia took out the relic in her pocket and said:

Searching for the relic was not difficult for Euthenia.

It was because she had a special relic that I had given her the other day.

If the use of magic was suppressed, it was possible to find the direction of the desired relic using [Holy Relic: Etalia’s Compass].

Aside from finding the stake that sealed Pluto, the relic seemed to help in this way.

– “Other than that, I need a top-class magic stone to stabilize the souls I have gathered…”

– “If it’s a top-class magic crystal, isn’t it something that doesn’t exist even in the Empire?”

– “It won’t be an easy thing to get. Still, that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything that can be guessed.”

– “Do you have any guesses?”

Euthenia, leaning on Yggdrasil, asked the alchemist with her arms crossed.

Above Yggdrasil, Perrin, perched on a branch, was watching their conversation.

The alchemist nodded at Yutenia’s question.

Then he pointed his finger at Yuto and talked to her.

– “Before I was brought here, I heard rumors that the highest quality magic crystals were being sold at an auction held in the Duchy.”

– “Are you saying that the highest-grade Magical Stone will come out at the auction?”

– “okay. Even in the Empire, only noble nobility could attend the auction. I can only attend as a representative of the Central Horse Tower.”

– “is that so.”

– “I can’t use the status of the central horse tower, so even you guys won’t be able to participate in the auction easily.”

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Most of the speech bubbles that popped up over the alchemist’s head were reasonable.

There is a limit to the part where I can interfere with the game, and it is impossible to get involved in the relationship between the characters at all.

In most cases, only the parts that could have a direct impact were able to interfere.

It’s like shooting magic at a character you can see and transforming it into karma.

Upon hearing the alchemist’s story, Euthenia answered while snatching the Grimore the shadow was holding.

– “Then there will be no problem. It’s just a matter of raiding the auction house.”

– “Are you going to raid the auction house where the escorts of all kinds of noble nobles are gathered?”

“You should try it first. It will be more convenient than going to the nobles who are scattered after the auction.”

And to the alchemist’s concerns, the answer that Utenia gave was simple.

Attack the auction house where the auction takes place.

It was a simple yet clear answer.

As I watched Yutenia become more radical than me at some point, I expressed my appreciation for her operation.

“Usually, raiding the auction house is done by the villains.”