This Universe Needs Old People - Chapter 79



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Apocalypse Needs Old People Episode 079

61. Divorce (5)

Love Zone Player God.

‘Shin Eun-jo’s grandmother was a famous Korean shaman.

Whether it was a politician with immense power or a world-famous star, anyone who came to my grandmother for help was polite even to me, her granddaughter.

Shin Jo didn’t hate people praising him.

Ten years old.

When I started suffering from an unknown illness.

Shin Jo had no doubt that he would become the next Great God, and he wanted it to happen.

But the day before I received the divine revelation.

‘He wasn’t a new recruit… … .’

Even though I didn’t receive any divine intervention, my illness was cured as if it had been washed away.

Since all of the grandmother’s daughters had been called together for Shin Eun-jo’s divine descent, Shin Eun-jo thought she would be greatly distressed.

But the grandmother did not scold Shin Eun-jo for that.

-… So this is what happened in the end.

It was as if he knew that Shinjo’s illness was not a new illness.

Shin Eun-jo, who felt more sorry towards her grandmother, did not ask further about the meaning of those words.

A disease that causes you to live in pain for a year and then disappears overnight.

What was even stranger was that from that very day on, the grandmother began teaching Shin Eun-jo the things she needed to learn in order to live as a ‘shaman.’

Shin Jo didn’t know English, but she respected her grandmother so she did her best to learn.

Grandmother taught Shin Jo many things and passed them on to him.

The knowledge he learned in this way later became a great help to Shin Eun-jo in pretending to be a fake shaman.

When Shin Jo was about twenty years old.

Having spent her days as an ordinary student, she no longer had any faith in shamanism.

His illness was simply a rare childhood disease of unknown cause, and his grandmother knew this, so she thought the possession of a spirit was just a grand fraud.

‘So, the grandmother who was respected and called Manshin was simply a person with great insight.’

I felt better thinking that way.

While he was attending school in Seoul, ‘Manshin’ was attacked and killed by a strange man who claimed not to believe in ‘superstitions’.

‘If he was truly a man, there’s no way he wouldn’t have known he was going to die.’

If I had known in advance, even if it was an unavoidable death.

You should have left me a word or two.

-… In the end, this is what happened.

It was so painful when I suddenly remembered what my grandmother had said when she got better.

I think he probably accepted his last moments that way too.

Shin Eun-jo, who had been suffering for several days, made a decision one day.

He said he would not let him go to the chicky who killed his grandmother, who was good at advice, who left more advice to help others than his granddaughter.

But by then, the kid had already been sent to prison, and the sentence was not light, so even if he was released as a model prisoner, there was no hope.

So, Shin Jo started to act as a fake shaman using the things she inherited from her grandmother.

If they can’t do it themselves, they use other people, their power, their connections to make that child suffer for the rest of his life.

‘I decided to do that, but… … .’

Being a shaman wasn’t easy, even if you just imitated it.

Things that seemed easy when my grandmother did them turned out not to be easy when I tried to do them myself.

Although I was well versed in physiognomy and geomancy, which I learned from my grandmother, it was extremely difficult to see through people.

It was to the point where I really thought that my grandmother had been given the gift of God.

“I wish I could have received the divine revelation back then.”

Sitting in the empty shrine with no guests, Shin Eun-jo muttered in despair.

If it had really been a rookie back then, maybe I would have known before my grandmother passed away.

At that time, tears were falling from one eye without me knowing it, with the impulsive preparation of a new temple, the revenge that had not even begun, and the despair of not being able to catch up with my grandmother’s toes.

The man came.

Black, jet-black hair.

He was a man with unusually black hair, even for a Korean, so much so that you would stare at his hair in amazement.

The man opened his smooth lips.

“Why are you crying?”

When asked like that, Shin Jo unknowingly told everything.

Her plan for revenge, her grandmother’s death, her past of wanting to become a shaman, and even her failure to receive divine possession.

The man listened to her story until the end with an expression on his face that made it unclear what he was thinking.

But I clearly remember that it didn’t seem boring at all.

After telling everything, Shin Jo wiped her tear-stained face and said.

“I, I don’t have any gods to worship. You too, sir, just go back. I’m sorry for trying to deceive you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It’s because of my father that you were not allowed to have other gods.”

“yes……?”

When Shin Jo was taken aback by the sudden mention of her father, the man added with a wonderful smile.

“My Father is pleased with you. One day, you too will be called by my Father in heaven.”

“Ah… that father… … .”

‘Is it okay for Christians to come to fortune telling?… ‘

He was a strange man, but he was comforting.

“More than that, I came here to ask you something.”

“Are you still going to ask me even though I’m a regular?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone else to give me an opinion.”

And what the man took out one by one from his suit bag was.

“Game pack… …?”

“I created a game according to my father’s wishes. I wondered if this game would appeal to young people.”

“ah…….”

Shin Eun-jo accepted the game pack the man handed her, wondering if he had developed a Christian game, and read the title written on it without thinking.

“Middle-aged dating simulation… Sean… … ?”

“What do you think? Is the title tempting?”

“… … .”

‘Was it not Christianity but a cult?’

The title of the game, “Middle-aged Dating Simulation,” was strange, but Shin Eun-jo, who had already received a lot of comfort from the man, promised to try playing it herself and tell him what she thought.

“I’m not a real shaman, but… I’m a young person. If I play it, I think I can tell you if it’ll work for young people.”

“I would appreciate it if you would do that. In return, I will grant you one wish.”

“My wish… … ?”

‘Are you saying this because you’re afraid I’ll ask you to pay the deposit… … .’

Shin Eun-jo nodded, since he had no intention of receiving any compensation from the man anyway.

“Ah, my wish is… … .”

“No need to say anything.”

“yes?”

“It has already happened.”

“… … .”

‘I guess he brought that up because he was afraid I’d really ask him to pay the extra fee… … .’

If you’re going to come to a shaman and ask them to check if the game you made is fun, you probably don’t have much money.

“You don’t have to pay the deposit.”

When Shin Jo said that, the man smiled faintly.

“You don’t believe me, but you will soon.”

Then he added in a soft voice.

“A miracle of God.”

‘Pseudo… … .’

With those words, the man left the shrine.

After playing a middle-aged dating simulation game all night, Shin Eun-jo barely managed to see one ending.

I wrote down my impressions using the email address on the business card the man left behind.

[To: [email protected]

Hello, sir. I am the owner of the fortune teller who came to see you today… … . (omitted) In my opinion, even though it is a game that targets middle-aged people, Hayden seems too old, and it is a bit disappointing that the playable point is limited to a soldier. By the way, is the commander’s face modeled after the sir? The sir is handsome, but I think the players of this game might feel a bit offended… … . And… … .]

I never received a reply to the email I sent, which was written very honestly.

After waiting all day without even receiving a reply or confirmation of receipt, I thought that there might have been a typo in the email address on the business card or that the man had said something out of confusion after hearing that he was a fake shaman.

And the next day.

I heard from the detective in charge that the man who killed my grandmother was found brutally murdered in the prison.

“The guard said it looked like he had been bitten to death by an animal. And by an animal with countless teeth.”

I don’t know why, at that moment, I remembered the voice of the man who said that he would soon believe in the miracles of God.

Shin Jo was gripped by an unknown fear, and when he came to, he had erased all traces of his playing and all the e-mails containing his impressions.

The object, presumed to be a game pack handed to him by the man, was found burned in the sink, leaving only ashes.

And from that day on.

I started to be able to read other people’s thoughts clearly.

Shin Jo decided that this might be the ‘fulfilled wish’ the man had spoken of.

Anyway, the business card had disappeared somewhere, and no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t remember the email address.

So I lived like that for a while, forgetting about that man.

That is, until I learned of the existence of ‘Apocalypse: Safe Zone’, which is an homage to ‘Middle-aged Dating Simulation’.

“Huh? This… … .”

In the game, Hayden appears as a young man in his thirties, and in addition to Luna Moon, who is probably the player’s point of view, there is an additional female NPC named Daphne.

Still, Hayden’s face resembled that man.

“… You read my email.”

Since then, the game called ‘Middle-aged Dating Simulation’ has not been released, so I completely forgot about it.

When the unexpected game proved that what happened with that man wasn’t a dream or a lie, I felt a bit scared, but at the same time, I wanted to see the end of this game.

So Shin Jo started the safe zone.

I learned about dopamine addiction.

At first, I thought the guy was a dopamine addict.

Because the atmosphere in the Cola district of Kerma was somehow similar to that man.

‘He must have just been made to look like Commander Hayden. He’s the founder of the bastard strategy.’

But then something strange happened again.

The dead people who went to the convenience store address posted by the dopamine addict started to disappear.

Long ago, Shin Eun-jo had already experienced the mysterious event of the sudden death of the target of revenge.

I had a gut feeling that this wasn’t an ordinary disappearance.

‘I have to go too.’

Since my revenge ended in vain, I have lived without any goals or purpose.

Even though I heard that he was missing, my desire to see it with my own eyes was stronger than my fear.

Even though he didn’t know what on earth was waiting for him at that convenience store, Shin Eun-jo decided to go there.

On my first visit, I came back without choosing anything.

Symbols that clearly indicate the nine safe zones.

Maybe, this was an opportunity.

The last chance to escape the false life of living as a fake shaman for the rest of your life.

On that path, Shinjo gathered other players and had them choose symbols from the same area as him.

So I got lost in the game.

Right now, in this very place, I was looking at the unbelievable scenery created by a dopamine addict.

“That’s ridiculous… … .”

The dark clouds swirling and disappearing along the dopamine addict’s hand gestures were a bizarre scene that was impossible for the average human’s cognitive ability to handle.

Just looking at it makes me feel like my mental strength is being drained.

A fear so overwhelming that it feels like your tongue will stick to your mouth.

What’s even scarier is that the people who wield that power don’t even seem to know how absurd their power is, or at least don’t seem to want to know.

Dopamine addict, no.

The boy who seemed to be nothing but chaos itself spoke to me in a soft voice.

“A miracle from God. Do you believe it now?”

Just like that man that day.