I Became the Wrong Race

58 – Building a Nest (6)

My feelings were complicated.

Is it because there is so much to think about and so many new things to discover?

I sat blankly in the spot where Lorian had left and thought about the past.

The scenery that clearly appears before your eyes is a house.

Even though it was semi-basement, my house was more livable than I thought. My home survived because the landlord was a kind and good person.

When I think of home, I still think of that dark place.

There I lived with my sister.

I thought about my older sister again. What kind of person is my sister, and how did she treat me?

To be honest, I can’t say this or that because I don’t have any other family, but I think she was at least the best sister to me.

My sister was not just a sister.

My older sister could be called my older sister and my mother at the same time. I never had a mother, but I wasn’t so stupid that I couldn’t figure out the context in her friends’ conversations.

‘It’s morning! ‘I have to get up and eat, right?’

My sister always woke up before me. Because I was busy with work, I didn’t come home every night until late at night, but my sister always made me breakfast even though she was losing sleep.

The breakfast was excellent, even for someone who doesn’t have very good cooking skills.

It wasn’t about being fancy or a sumptuous feast.

At least we can say that it was the best breakfast we could afford.

Well-cooked fried egg, rice, and soup made with leftover ramen soup.

From the salty ham to the kimchi shared by the landlord.

‘I’m not good at making lunch or dinner, so I want to make sure I have breakfast.’

My sister said that with a bright face.

I didn’t think much of it at the time, I just thought it would be hard so I would sleep more and go out.

It was only after my sister disappeared that I realized how much effort it took.

I wake up in a half-asleep state in the morning and prepare breakfast.

Using a knife while sleepy is dangerous. That was clear, but my sister made sure to prepare that ‘basic breakfast.’

Sometimes, the soup was different or something different was served instead of ham.

It made no difference that they prepared me breakfast early every morning.

It wasn’t that important that my sister had breakfast too.

Maybe that’s why I could only think of my older sister in my friends’ shared perceptions of my mother.

A sister who is caring, kind, and takes care of me.

My sister makes breakfast every day and doesn’t hesitate to provide me with emotional care while working hard to help me lead a normal life.

Perhaps, my sister seems to prioritize that over working and making money.

It was painful for me to think of my sister like that.

It’s thanks to the new knowledge I came across a while ago. I leaned against the sphere that served as a teleportation and sighed.

The gaze my older sister often gave me.

A perspective that I had no choice but to not know due to my lack of experience and lack of growth.

After I turned 19, what I thought was something similar to maternal love towards me who ate well was actually closer to desire.

That was because I quickly gave up. My older sister was a kind, caring, and mature person.

It means a person who knows how to suppress his desire for his younger brother.

However, the fact that it was suppressed also proved that such a desire existed.

That made me suffer.

Why did my sister feel that desire for me?

When I think about it, it seemed like my sister wasn’t dating.

Dani must have seen one or two good men at her part-time job, and I was thinking of letting my sister bring someone she liked, assuming he was a good person.

But it didn’t seem like my sister was dating anyone. It didn’t seem like I was too busy saving money and taking care of myself.

Even when my sister’s friends often came to visit and treated me like a living teddy bear, she said that although she had received many confessions, she had never accepted them.

At that time, I just felt that it was because I wasn’t interested in dating or because my older sister was too mature to be attracted to men of similar or younger mental age.

Wasn’t that what it was?

My sister couldn’t believe me-

“Fuck…”

I force myself to stop thinking. A headache makes my head pound.

There was already a lot to worry about and think about.

In this vast new continent where adventure awaits, it’s not even a question of where to go.

“What should I do?”

As I mumble to myself, I feel at least at ease.

Suffering alone was not something I was suited to.

I eventually gave up on being sick. You can’t help it when it comes to you automatically, and you can’t avoid thinking about it when you close your eyes to sleep.

At least there was no need to worry right away.

All you have to do is ask directly, mix words, and listen to their thoughts.

Let’s ask my sister when we meet her. Proving that I am the younger brother is the priority.

Of course, that didn’t mean there were no problems.

Rather, there was a new problem that emerged. I thought of blue-grey eyes that were always searching for me.

If what my sister had for me was love.

What will my sister think of Isla, who chose me as her husband?

What do I think of Lorian, who is showing similar desires, and what should I think of Melody, who is secretly showing a crush on me?

In the end, I sat down as if I had never woken up, and after thinking for a while, I fell asleep, leaning against the sphere.

*

It was some time later that I woke up, but my consciousness woke up before my body.

Should we call this a lucid dream? Usually, they say that you can freely manipulate your dreams, but that did not apply to me.

Or maybe this is something a little different.

I was sharing my gaze with someone else’s body, not my own.

I saw a temple. A place where I could instinctively know that it was a pantheon.

The place was somehow noble, just like when I saw it a moment ago, but something was different.

Should I say that there is more to it and that it is more complete? Although it was already intact, it seemed like something had changed over time.

First of all, the biggest thing was that there were no cracks between the roofs. There, someone who shared my gaze climbed onto the scaffolding behind the monument.

Soon something moved. I moved slowly from the body that shared my view.

A feeling as if something huge is moving around inside the intestines.

However, just as I described it, the unpleasant feeling is a castrated, extremely strange sensation.

As the sensation flowed along the feet and onto the footstool, the footstool glowed blue.

And then.

With the sound of “Paa”, I had already reached the room where the sphere where I had fallen asleep was.

Not my body, but someone else’s body. Of course, they never found me asleep.

The room with the sphere was also different in many ways. There were a lot more scaffolding, and the sphere was stamped with so much blue that it felt crowded.

It was only then that I realized something. Those blue dots are places where you can teleport.

In fact, no matter who I bring, if they have the same information as me, I can guess.

It wasn’t just about displaying the current location. So, the man who was supposed to be the owner of this dream looked at the other step and took something out of his pocket.

It was a similar color to the one I saw before the teleportation took place a moment ago. He fiddled with the item and put it back in his arms

It wasn’t long before I found out what it was. A letter suddenly appears in my field of vision.

[You found out about the Pantheon’s teleportation!]

A blank gaze, letters change in a still world.

[You can create a teleportation signal by processing blue minerals acquired in the New World, and teleport to the nest through a dedicated platform within the radius where the signal is installed!]

And then it changes again.

[In the nest, you can view all signals and choose a location to teleport to!]

Something felt familiar.

A tutorial you would normally see in a game. Text that is usually displayed in the corner of a game to explain a new feature, or accompanied by a short video showing how to use it.

When I was frozen for a moment while looking at that, the dream slowly disappeared.

And as soon as I opened my eyes, what I saw was Isla’s face her right in front of me.

“… “What are you doing?”

“Do more.”

“What… ?”

“Horse.”

Why is it suddenly doing that? Even though I woke up first and didn’t feel drowsy and was fine, my neck and body still felt less relaxed.

Without understanding, I stretched her, and the poncho that Isla had draped over me fell down.

That snow leopard print poncho smelled nice. Should I call it the smell of Isla?

It was a pleasant and refreshing smell.

“Here, take it.”

“Thank you.”

“Huh? “What?”

Isla didn’t answer. Strange guy. Even though she was thinking, she got up and Isla held my hand and helped me stand up.

Strangely, I thought of my older sister, and when I thought of her, I became depressed. Does my sister really have feelings for me?

Even though I decided not to know or worry about it until I met him, I couldn’t help but think of it automatically.

Even though Isla is a completely different type than her older sister. It may be because she is aware of the fact that Isla has feelings for me.

I barely suppressed my sigh and let out a long yawn. Isla felt uncomfortable clinging to him, but she didn’t feel bad about receiving favor from someone.

Rather, it felt quite good. Especially if it’s a pretty girl like Isla.

But then a thought occurred to me again.

Lorian told me that.

Because of his father’s influence his, the three clans-shapeshifters, vampires, and necromancers-tend to be friendly to me.

It suddenly occurred to me that at least it wouldn’t be cowardly to say that.

“You know.”

“I’m listening.”

“Lorian told me. I have the influence of a guy called ‘Father’… “He’s good at seducing shapeshifters, vampires, and necromancers.”

Isla closes her mouth and stares at me. A expressionless expression that makes it difficult to read the unique emotions that are sometimes seen.

Only her tail represented her emotions her her her her. Doubts expressed softly. I glanced at the tail and said.

“I think I tricked you because of that influence. “What do you think?”

Then her head tilts. Isla tilts her blue-gray eyes.

“It means it may not be your will.”

Then my eyes roll. She looked like she was thinking about something for a while and then said.

“I like it now.”

It seems like the question of how it is was omitted. Sure enough, she tilted her head in the opposite direction.

“Or do you hate what I like?”

Is there even no fear? That didn’t seem to be the case.

Her tail was stiff. When I saw that tail, I answered honestly.

“That’s not it. “I feel good when a beautiful woman likes you likes me.”

“Then will you continue to like me?”

There’s something strange about the question and answer. When I smiled briefly, Isla also smiled faintly.

“Okay then.”

“Okay. “I will continue to like you.”

As expected, Isla was a bit of a strange woman. She wasn’t bad though.

She felt fortunate to have been picked up by Isla.

I asked after fully relaxing my sore body.

“But what are you doing here?”

“Look at your sleeping face.”

“Other than that?”

“We wanted to sing it because we had something in mind.”

What I thought. I thought it was something trivial, but it wasn’t.

Isla went up the stairs and she brought Lorian with her.

And Lorian, who arrived in front of me, gave Isla a strange look for a moment and then spoke.

“Speak bluntly. You, Llewelyn, must form a force.”

You?

It’s okay to pause for a moment at a word you don’t normally use. I questioned what followed.

“Force?”

“Of course, the priority is how to use the teleportation device. Learning that is the first thing to do, but what is important is power.”

And she came up to me and put her hand on my chest.

“It would be impossible to fight against the clan head on. Even if your potential is great. So at least the forces that will hesitate to touch it…”

“No, wait a minute.”

Lorian pauses. A hand leaving my chest as if I had been burned. There was a strange feeling, but I continued to ask.

“Why power?”

Then, relief flashed across Lorian’s face her.

“Oh, that was it. Thank goodness.”

“Thank God… ?”

“I don’t know if you realize your importance, but you, Llewelyn, may be the answer the clan has been looking for for a long time. “If they found out, they would try everything.”

As I was speechless, Lorian looked up at me with red eyes.

“If you trust yourself to a great power, they will divide and destroy the power, and if you go alone, you will be hunted. There are three ways to combat this.”

Put up three fingers. The ring finger folds first.

“One, becoming a useless and unworthy being.”

“How is that a way to fight back?”

“It would be absurd to call it opposition. But the effect is certain. Because the clan won’t pay any attention.”

That is correct. But according to what she said, it is an unlikely story.

As expected, she folded her middle finger.

“Two, it becomes too powerful to be touched directly. “Defense Officer Lucilla and Scorching Ball would probably fall into this category.”

The strongest beings in the entire series. There are probably a few more beings to be mentioned.

A sword saint from the Northern Alliance Sword Saint Society, or a Dragon King who also belongs to the Northern Alliance.

Except for a very small number of absolutely powerful people, everyone is a target.

Even Melody, who was also level 20, became a target of their assassination due to her weakness of being easier to deal with if her agility her was blocked.

So, without any hesitation, Lorian put his index finger in front of my eyes.

“Finally, three, groups that cannot be delved into.”

“The Dark Knights.”

“Right. The Black Knights of the Anti-Demon School have long been one of the few groups that opposed the three clans.”

They are driven only by hatred for magic, and they are the ones that would make even the most hateful Heretic Questioner hold his tongue.

Likewise, they are bound to be hostile vampires who use terrible magic, shapeshifters whose very existence is magic, and necromancers who have a wicked way of killing people.

So it is impossible to penetrate them. In the first place, there was no way to dig into it.

Lorian asked me for that.

“Did you say this was a pantheon? There were no animals or anything on the way. Even though they could come in.”

Isla says. Next, Lorian spoke.

“The records of the blood relatives also say that only a permitted few or guests accompanying those few can enter and exit, so this place can be a perfect refuge and fortress.”

She folded her straight index finger and pounded her fist lightly on her chest.

“As the lord of the nest, you must rebuild this pantheon and become its master.”

Before I knew it, I had become the lord of the castle.