I Became the Youngest Summoner in the Strongest Guild

97. The Last Stop?

97. The Last Stop?

'It's boring. It's hard. I don't want to do it.'

'You need to get rid of these thoughts! Repeat after me! You must do it!'

"I must do it!"

'You can do it!'

"I can do it!"

'This kind of motivation, gathering one by one, for a better life...'

"Kyuung?"
"Hmm? What am I doing, you ask? I'm watching motivational videos."

Recently, I haven't been able to concentrate on studying at the library, so I found a new method.

I thought maybe if I watch motivational videos and then study, it would work better?

That's how I started, and it's quite effective.

It doesn't seem bad.

"Kyuung."
"Ugh! No, it's not! It's working!"

Our heartless Yong-yong tells me to stop wasting time and just study.

As I poke his cheeks in rebellion, he threatens to tell mom if I keep doing it. I've raised a tiger cub.

"Oh my! I raised you with such difficulty, and you turn out to be a tiger cub!"
"Kyuung!?"

He protests that he's not a tiger, but a dragon.

You never back down, do you?

When I look at him with pitiful eyes, he reluctantly nods.

Our Yong-yong, who sometimes says it's okay to watch.

You should have said so earlier!

'Don't think! Do it now! You can do it!'

"That's right! I can do it! Let's go! To the library!"
"Kyuung."

He says it's nighttime now, so stop talking nonsense, wash up and go to sleep.

Heeeng, you're so mean.

"Aren't you being too cold lately? You weren't like this at first! Give me back our cute Yong-yong!"
"Kyuung."

He says he'll cover me with a blanket and sing a lullaby, but a lullaby from Yong-yong?

I'm too curious.

After he tucks me in tightly, I look at Yong-yong who's warming up his voice.

And then the lullaby begins.

No, a funeral dirge.

"Kyuuu~! Kyung~! Kyuuuk~!"
"Aah! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please spare me!"

Yong-yong's funeral dirge echoed all night, and I almost said goodbye to this world that day.

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"So you're saying it's all the afterlife's fault?"
"That's right! It's all the afterlife's fault!"

Why did funeral dirges come to be in the first place?

Weren't they created to honor the souls of the dead? Then it's the afterlife's fault, isn't it?

I appealed to the executives who were looking at me with incredulous expressions.

About why we need to invade the afterlife, that is.

"How about a charge of hurting feelings?"
"That's a bit..."

The executives say that even though we're causing trouble, public opinion won't be good if we protest without any reason.

As I was thinking about whether there was any other way, the door burst open and someone entered the conference room.

The department in charge of information for the Red Revolution Group said urgent information had arrived.

"We've received information that the afterlife is going to the celestial realm to protest."
"Really!?"

Checking the documents, it says that due to the celestial realm's strike, there have been problems in the afterlife, but strictly speaking, isn't that the afterlife's fault?

If the afterlife hadn't been pushing them, there's no way the celestial realm would work 7 days a week.

So this is all the afterlife's fault!

"How about this forced logic?"

I thought they would flatly reject it, saying it was bad, but surprisingly, the executives nodded.

In reality, they just want to protest, though.

We gathered opinions with one heart and mind and began preparations.

For a coup, that is.

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"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"
"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"
"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"

The voices of the living echoing through the afterlife caused the dead to complain about the noise, but we won't stop until our demands are met.

Because that's what revolution is.

At that moment, a figure wearing a gat who anyone would recognize as a grim reaper approached us.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Kim Chasa."

But as he got closer, I could smell alcohol. Did he have a drink before coming?

"Nice to meet you. I'm Yuna, the leader of the Red Revolution Group."
"Nice to meet you, living one. And go back. This is the afterlife. No being other than the dead should be here."
"We won't stop until our demands are met."

I handed him a document with our demands, and after checking it, his expression hardened.

"Three shifts...? What's this?"
"It means dividing the work into three parts and working only 8 hours a day."

The afterlife doesn't prevent working 7 days a week. You never know when the flame of life might go out.

But according to our investigation, isn't working 24 hours too much?

Even if the dead don't need to sleep, that's abuse.

And I can't stand by and watch this tyranny.

Kim Chasa, who was looking at me with a strict, solemn, and serious expression, held both my hands tightly and looked at me with an indescribable expression.

An expression that looked so sad.

Seeing that expression, I looked at him with a bewildered face, and Kim Chasa explained his circumstances.

He complained about the lack of manpower, saying he had been working for 1,800 years.

"I want to rest too! I just want to hand over my work and rest, please!"

As I comforted the sobbing Kim Chasa, I told him I had a very good solution, and he perked up his ears to listen intently.

"In short, you're short-handed, right? If we supplement that, there's no problem, right?"
"That's right...?"
"Then I have a brilliant idea."

As I whispered to him, he said it was quite a good idea.

"You're saying we should make the souls who have committed sins work, but will they really listen to us?"
"That's not a problem. If we make them suffer for about 16 years, it's possible."

"Is that really enough? How?"

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We gathered the souls who had committed sins and come to the afterlife in one place, and complaints erupted from everywhere.

As they muttered that they didn't deserve such treatment, grim reapers wearing red hats began to appear one by one.

"Souls, stand up straight."

Some souls rebelled at those words, but after receiving a heartfelt beating, they all quieted down.

"Welcome, trash. You will go through 16 years of training and then perform community service according to the sins you've committed. No objections are allowed."

With those words, shouts rang out from all directions.

"Trash, get down!"

And so began the education, which was actually just beating, and the souls couldn't come to their senses. As I watched this scene leisurely.

Kim Chasa approached me.

"Will this method really work?"
"Of course."

The brilliant idea that if you commit sins and die, you do community service according to your sins.

There's a saying that if you live righteously, you'll be blessed, so shouldn't there also be a saying that if you commit sins, you'll suffer even after death?

You reap what you sow.

We'll see results in 10 years.

If they complete the training normally, they'll do community service according to their sins and then depart on the path of reincarnation. If they resist until the end, they'll go until the end.

As I was smiling wickedly, Yong-yong raised his head and looked at a certain spot.

"What's there?"
"Kyung."

At that moment, a being revealed itself.

It's the fortune-telling grandmother.

"Grandmother!!"
"Oh my, my child. It's been a while."

The fortune-telling grandmother, no, Samshin Grandmother. I rushed into her arms, and she caressed me with her warm hands.

"Child, I've heard. You've been causing interesting things lately."
"I'm going to create a world where everyone is happy!"

Grandmother smiled at my words.

"Hohoho, I knew you were extraordinary from the first time we met, but I didn't know it would be to this extent, child."
"Praising me won't get you anything."

"Kyuung."
"It's not praise!?"

Yong-yong's shocking words. He says it's not praise. As soon as I heard that, I was startled and looked at grandmother, who smiled and patted my head.

"Hohoho, how can I praise our child for causing trouble?"
"It's not trouble..."

I protested weakly, but it was useless.

She told me to reduce the protests from now on, and I nodded saying I understood.

For some reason, I feel like I should follow what Samshin Grandmother says.

Why?

"Yes, I heard that our child has been causing trouble in the afterlife. But those children are all precious too. So don't treat them too harshly."
"O-Of course!"

With the thought that I need to completely revise the plan, I reassured grandmother not to worry, and she smiled and said she'd see me next time before leaving.

Kim Chasa, who had disappeared like a ghost when Samshin Grandmother appeared, showed himself again.

"Is she gone?"
"You're quick..."
"This is what 1,800 years of social experience looks like."

I'm not envious at all. No, rather, I feel sorry for him. Poor thing...

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