Chapter 192: Engraving (2) (1)
After a while.
I was sitting against the wall, clutching my arm.
The wound on my left arm had disappeared, but the burning pain lingered as if I had been burned.
“……Hoo.”
I sighed.
Luckily, I acted quickly; if I had been a bit slower, it would have been irreversible.
“What do you think?”
I looked down with a tone full of irritation.
At my feet, a plump pigeon was pping its wings.The pigeon spun around in ce, inspecting its wings and body.
“You said you wanted a body, right? I gave you what you wanted. Instead of thanking me, you’re angry?”
“Yes.”
“Goo… Goo!”
The pigeon’s eyes widened.
“You’re a pigeon now.”
“Isn’t it great to have a body? By the way, that pigeon’s name is Goo Goo Con.”
Honestly, I didn’t expect it to turn out this way either.
I didn’t expect a monster from the Advent Dungeon to appear before me.
Even though I’ve witnessed countless advents and engraving processes, this was my first time seeing this.
‘Anyway…’
I sat down on the floor.
After gulping down the second potion, I looked at the pigeon again.
The pigeon was waddling clumsily, looking down and examining its wings. It seemed unable to grasp the situation.
After about five minutes of inspecting its body, the pigeon finally seemed to ept reality and scolded me.
“How do you want me to return you?”
“I’m asking because I really don’t know. It just happened, so tell me how, and I’ll consider it.”
The pigeon spread its wings after a moment of contemtion.
“Goo goo! Goo… Goo!”
The pigeon’s beak opened and closed widely.
“You want to take over my body. If I return you, won’t I die?”
As I remained silent, the pigeon covered its beak andughed.
“Kukukuk…”
“Kuek!”
I grabbed the pigeon by the neck and lifted it.
“Chickens sure make a lot of noise.”
“Kuak!”
Ssh!
I plunged the pigeon’s head into the nearby water barrel.
The pigeon pped its wings and struggled, but a mere bird couldn’t have much strength. I pushed it deeper, to the bottom of the barrel.
“Kuek, kehek, kururuk…!”
After counting to thirty seconds, I pulled it out of the barrel.
Second plunge.
I counted another thirty seconds.
Third plunge.
This time, I counted for a full minute.
“Kkirarak!”
It wasn’t until the fourth time that the pigeon quieted down.
I pressed down on the pigeon’s head as ity on the straw heap.
“Don’t mess with me.”
“Kur… Kurur!”
“Shut up, it’s noisy.”
I mmed the pigeon’s head onto the ground and forced its beak open, stuffing it with straw.
The copsed pigeon pped its wings weakly.
“You don’t seem to understand the situation. Great race or whatever, right now, you’re just a pigeon-like weakling. Got it? If you don’t like it, try transforming into that proud dragon body of yours.”
“Still don’t get it?”
I smirked and stepped on the pigeon’s head.
Its skull was pathetically fragile. Just a little pressure and its head would shatter like a potato chip.
“I don’t care. I’ll just consider it bad luck and find a new engraving. Better than being taken by a pigeon chick who doesn’t know its ce.”
I applied a slight pressure with my foot.
“Kuek!”
The pigeon pped violently.
I had expected contamination, but not like this.
I was quite annoyed. To the point where I didn’t care what happened to the engraving.
I almost ended up in an unpleasant situation.
“Why should I?”
“I said I don’t need you.”
“Kueeeeeek!”
The pigeon, coughing up straw, squirmed left and right.
“Do you get the situation now?”
“Good thing you understood, even ifte.”
I eased the pressure off my foot.
The pigeon was panting, lying on its side.
“Alright, Goo Goo Con.”
I moved my foot.
“Good.”
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