There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet - There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet chapter 252

252 – Discomfort

Sweltering heat. A dense concrete forest.

This is a place where fine dust from neighboring countries blows mixed in with the warm wind.

-Hey you idiot, did you pay for the license?

-Hey, man. Are you swearing at me just now? I’ll sue you.

-Do it. Please do it. What did the old b*tch who drove the wrong way on a one-way street do so well?

I opened my eyes while hearing a deep pain coming from my danjeon.

-Why does it get harder and harder! Wake up! Wake up!

Nervous honking and dissatisfied shouts from civic groups who, once again, want to wake up the president.

What? It’s always Korea.

There were twelve candidates, but it was a cry that didn’t really make sense to me, who cast my precious vote with the help of the Coca-Cola man because I thought he was the one.

Even if the government changes, it remains the same. I’m not sure what’s changed.

At that time, I continued to wonder what kind of being the President would become when he awakens.

“Ah, Chageo.”

As I looked down, 500 milliliters of Americano, pretending to be a liter filled with ice, was soaking my hands.

When did you buy this again?

-Jjook.

When I put my mouth to the straw, the scent of hazelnuts wafted out, and the sweet yet bitter liquid drenched my throat. Of course, in the summer, hazelnuts are added.

I guess they used cheap syrup, but I have no complaints. How do I know the authentic hazelnut flavor?

-Hururururup.

A straw that makes a loud noise even though you haven’t drank that much.

I could only taste the taste of melted ice, so I got up from the bench and walked towards the trash can.

“Oh, it was a fountain.”

I thought it was a trash can because it was full of plastic cups.

I quickly threw it in the trash can placed in another store and returned to my seat, rubbing my wet hands on my pants.

“Youngseok, this kid is so hot, why doesn’t he come?”

After this year, I will be in my mid-twenties. I was following the standard wizard build, but I thought it couldn’t go on like this, so I threw away my pride and begged him to introduce me to a girl.

As a result, it was a difficult event, but the person involved was late.

Sigh.

When I put my hand in my pocket, I felt the smooth, angular body at my fingertips.

It was the latest model from Apple, and it was the most expensive body I owned.

Why is this guy’s cell phone more expensive than a month’s salary for a non-regular worker?

-Tok tok tok.

I immediately opened CocoaTalk and sent a text message to Youngseok.

-ㅇㄷ

-Almost there

“Are you crazy?”

Judging from the content of the text, it must have just happened. How can a guy who claims to believe in Jesus not keep his appointments like this?

Was it tithing? Even there, it clearly tells you not to mess around.

In my opinion, this bastard will never go to heaven. The other day, while I was drinking, I told him that he was going to hell because he committed adultery, and he said he was fine because he used a condom.

Jesus would probably shake his head and fail the document screening process.

At that time, I thought it would take 30 minutes no matter how fast I went, so I wondered if I should go to a cafe somewhere.

“Over there…”

Someone spoke to me.

When I raised my head, a woman with wavy black hair was holding out a smartphone to me.

“If it’s okay, can you give me your number?”

The remark showing interest in me caught my spirit, which I had lost in the sweltering heat.

A woman you meet for the first time asks a man alone on the street for his number? This is a mistake.

“I’m sorry, but I’m Christian.”

University students’ social experiments, hidden cameras, or invitations to join religion. It’s definitely one of these three.

“Huh? That’s not it, I…”

Oh my, was it from that branch? I’d say Buddhism.

“I also go to church. I’m sorry.”

It seems like they underestimated me. Do you think I’ve encountered something like this once or twice?

I grew up listening to all the stars, such as saying that I had a handsome face or telling me the address of my house and coming to visit. There is no way you would fall for such an obvious tactic.

But the opponent in front of me was quite persistent.

“Don’t do that, let’s meet just once, okay?”

Ah, so you don’t want to meet the god you serve?

“Wait a minute. There’s a phone call right now.”

The moment I finally put the phone to my ear and tried to leave.

-What can you do when you are the only fool who knows?

The cell phone I was holding began to ring loudly.

-I must have loved you so terribly, so terribly~

When I was a high school student, I heard the word ‘Bsilgolf’ and made a bet.

The song that was forced to be sung at the school festival was played out so miserably that it became a bell sound that went back in time.

“….”

From noble mtl dot com

“…Take it.”

A woman looking at me with an expression that asked, “What kind of bastards are there?”

Feeling embarrassed, I checked her phone and a caller named Jesus Jaeng clearly appeared on the screen.

-Hey, where are you? It’s in front of the trash can here.

When she turned her head, she saw Yeongseok standing in front of her. The guy even waved his hand vigorously as if he saw me.

Why does this bastard only come quickly at times like this? And it’s not a trash can, it’s a fountain.

In the end, she was able to escape safely thanks to Yeongseok’s alibi.

“What about church? A guy who only eats pizza.”

“No, your church is really strange? Everyone is lowering their heads and muttering like they are possessed by some kind of demon. How can I go there because I’m scared?”

“Think about it. You’ve connected with Jesus, but at what point will you confess your sins like you normally do? You’re doing it because you want to atone even a little more.”

“Is that why you shout out Jesus like that in the hip-hop scene?”

My ballsy friend Youngseok.

I’m not very happy because it’s a face I’ve been tired of seeing since kindergarten.

“I tell you in advance, if you talk about the military in front of a woman like last time when you have nothing to say, there will be no soup next time.”

“Isn’t the KCTC Ultron story good? You heard it and you broke it down too.”

“If that’s the case, I think it would be better to meet a man with a different perspective.”

“Why can’t you say something like that when you say you want to run away?”

There are things to say and things not to say, how can you accuse a normal person of being gay?

“Anyway, let’s go quickly. We’ll be late.”

I was shocked to see that he was late and was trying to get away with it.

‘Still, he’s a grateful bastard who was willing to bridge the bridge, so I’ll have to endure it.’

The moment I walked to the restaurant, the meeting place.

-Four main characters, four stories.

I stood in place as I heard the advertisement in my ear.

When I turned my head, I saw an appropriate mix of in-game videos and illustrations playing across the electronic display board.

The images of a warrior dressed as a man holding a holy sword, a Lori wizard with a disgusted expression covering his mouth, an elf shooting arrows in succession, and a saintly woman who seemed kind-hearted passed by one after another.

A warrior’s story.

It was a game whose ending I recently saw.

It wasn’t too bad overall, but it was a game that received some criticism because the final Demon King battle was easier than the Four Heavenly Kings.

Only after seeing the ending, the community started posting that our game was operating normally, so I’m done.

One of the worse users asked if they could advertise on an adult site, and the reply was that they didn’t have the money because they spent all their money on development costs.

But seeing it advertised like that, it seems to be selling well.

But I felt something uneasy in a corner of my heart.

‘Did it always seem that untrustworthy?’

I don’t know why, but seeing those four people gathered together made me very anxious.

I feel like I will never be able to reach the ending with that combination.

‘Obviously it was fine while playing the game, but why is it like this….’

Why do the words infantile regression, cooking, space, and darkness come to mind from that face?

That wasn’t the only strange thing.

Why does it feel like something small and cute should be on top of the shoulder that keeps feeling empty?

‘More than anything, I don’t think it was just those four people….’

That moment when I thought of something.

“What are you doing standing there? We’re late?”

Youngseok, who was ahead, urged me.

“Why are you looking at me like that when I don’t have time?”

Soon, as his eyes landed on the electronic display board, his expression suddenly darkened.

“Could it be that you turned your eyes in that direction because you couldn’t see the answer in reality…?”

Our dog is trying to persuade me to say that it is too early to give up.

“Hey, you f*cking idiot.”

“Oh Lord, please look down on even a bastard like that.”

One of them even suggested that we stop by the church first, saying that he was an elementary school student.

“What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about? Can’t you tell by looking at the pelvis? That’s the body of an elementary school student.”

“I guess I was wrong. I should have taken them to the police station, not the church. Hello? That’s the police station, right?”

“Is he really crazy?”

I quickly ran out when I saw him calling 112 with a serious expression.

-The fate of the world is in your hands.

I tried to ignore the last phrase that came to mind.