The Foreigner on the Periphery

Chapter 30: Princess Run (5)

Do Yong-seok made a living by getting tattoos and piercings without permission. He was born and lived his life in the Orc community, and his main customers were Orcs, and the thing he usually consumed the most of his energy was hating the orcs.  

"Uncle, this really gets better after a few days, right?" A teenage orc with a tattoo that was, at most, smaller than the palm of his hand, asked with a mix of growls.  

He had just finished the procedure and his shoulder was swollen as a result. Because of the distortion and distortion, the intended shape of the operator had not yet been clearly revealed.  

You ignorant pig. If youve been stabbed thousands of times with a needle and your skin is fine, is that a troll or an Orc? Will the swelling subside as soon as double eyelid surgery is performed? What an idiot.  

Living in this town, he met Orcs almost every day, but it was a really nasty thing to have the same hate every time.  

"Ah, damn it really hurts. I came here on purpose because the design was unusual."  

With his skill, he could have performed the procedure with less pain, but he decided to hide the fact that he didnt do it on purpose. It was a lot of fun to watch the Orcs wriggle and cry every time a needle was inserted.  

He began to ask the customer carefully, his eyes trained on the mirror. "If this doesn't heal well, will you ask me?"  

Even after the treatment went well, Sibiger spoke in two tones.  

Do Yong-seok thought, Yes thats an Orc A repulsive race, united with paranoia, that regards itself as a threat that can be devoured at any time if it is not of their own kind.'  

He spoke in a robot-like tone without showing his emotions as much as possible.  

"As I said, don't drink, smoke, and avoid saunas for a week. If you apply the ointment I mentioned earlier, it will heal quickly." He said this, even though he clearly knew that the customer was a teenager.  

Of course, he didnt even mention the contents of the reward that the other person asked for.  

"Ah, you should be able to believe it." He grumbled as places a few bills on the counter.  

Seeing the tattoo swaying on the shoulder of a teenager leaving the store, Do Yong-seok smiled quietly. He started as a joke at first. He wanted to fuck the disgusting pigs over in a way that no one would ever know.  

He had to do it in a way where he would never get caught because if one were to get caught, your bones would soon be crushed in retaliation. It was not only the residents of the Orc community, whose average educational background was between middle school and high school graduates, but also those who were into ink, were looking for characters that could not be read, so they paid attention to foreign languages when picking out their tattoos.  

Isn't the illiteracy rate of pigs 99.9% when they've just migrated?'  

He knew the poor history of the Orcs, that they were enslaved and abused in the previous world. Because of that, there were few people on Earth who could read and write the language the Orcs used in the past.  

Due to the nature of the race that was not at all obsessed with history, there were very few people who wanted to learn. The decision was quite quick. He made a design by selecting a few suitable words from a dictionary of foreign words provided free on the Internet.  

By cleverly mixing letters and pictures, it was in a form that was quite difficult to recognize unless it was intended to be easily done so. The results were still circulating throughout the Orc community.  

They often met on the road.  

Another asshole has been added.'  

Whenever he saw his work outside, Do Yong-seok had a hard time holding back his laughter. Every time he saw Orcs, these savage pigs who couldnt even remember the letters of their hometown world, tattooed with foreign words that actually insulted their race, made him happy.

It was exhilarating, almost as if his intestines were pounding. The words he mainly searched for in the dictionary were incest, slavery, developmental disabilities, brutal slaughter, and verbal mockery of body parts such as genitals, pigs, smells, excrement, annihilation, and such, specifically related to the massacre.  

He combined them in their own way to create various designs, and the orcs who saw it happily selected them, praising them as cool and unique.'

"Stupid bastards." Even today, one teenage Orc left with an expression on his shoulder that he would never see with his eyes open, starting with the word his mother.'  

"Kukkuk!" When the store went, he did not hide the laughter he had endured. He laughed sullenly, sullenly, and smirking. The media was quite concerned about the tendency towards a growing antipathy towards each other between humans and Orcs as the lower-income class moved.  

Do Yong-seok remembered that an elf from a TV discussion program pointed out the phenomenon and said, "It is like throwing inverted self-hatred towards each other between those who are at the bottom of each group."  

He didnt understand the English language, but the words suddenly came to mind, and the good mood went bad. "A bitch who doesn't know anything . . . will tear her mouth."  

He glanced at his watch. There were no reservations left for today. Drunken customers often came to visit at dawn, but after experiencing the store burnout and gunshot threats several times, Do Yong-seok did not open the store at that time.  

He put earphones in his cell phone and played a file to enjoy a moment.  

-       Emphasize once again. The influx of extraterrestrial migrants only has the effect of enriching the social elite, curing their diseases, prolonging their lifespan, and enhancing their safety.  

He nodded as he listened to the voice-modified speech. Yes, the object to be blamed were the Orcs, as well as the ruling class who accepted them.  

Lets remember that ordinary humans are only deprived of opportunities. Alien immigration policy is a tool for the ruling class to keep wages down and economic slavery to be maintained!  

The elf bitch who appeared on TV would never have lived in a town closer to the law than the law, and would never have lived with a race stronger than humans. It was only natural that those who grew up in an Orc community would begin to hate Orcs.  

Do Yong-seok thought so.

Dont forget. Those who have invaded Earth have a home to return to. The world they left behind is still there. But we have only Earth. If we lose even this place, we have no home to return to!  

Do Yong-seok, who had been listening intently, frowned for a moment. It was because one of the earphones turned out to be half-eaten.  

What? Shit."  

He tried to touch the terminal by turning it around, but the sound was cut off altogether.  

"Ah, you're right."  

Eventually, he stopped playing and looked at the clock again, making sure he still had plenty of time for their appointment. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to close the shop early.  

This was because today was an important day.  

Tsar!  

He lowered the shutter, wrapped a thick chain, and walked down the darkened streets. Do Yong-seok did not notice the crow sitting on the power pole looking down at him.  

It was also inconceivable for him that the bird had been watching him for several days already, and that a faint stench emanated from his body as he got closer.  

***  

"I will tell you the results of the screening."  

The place Do Yong-seok was heading to was a shabby building that he reached on foot for about 30 minutes. There was no sign of anyone staying for a long time in the temporarily rented tea room.  

Do Yong-seok did not know the name of the man sitting opposite him now. He had long felt he needed a comrade to share his thoughts and act with, and he was looking for a group so he could do more than just slurping on the internet.  

It had been a while since a man approached him like that. Through a direct message, the man invited him to join the group he belonged to, and he has been interviewed several times so far.  

They promised that if Do Yong-seok passed, they would not only support him to do the job he had dreamed of but would also give him money in return.  

"Do Yong-seok is going to take his final exam here today."

His ears lit up. Now there was only one step left to pass. Oh, thank you!  

"Listen to me."   The man calmly explained. "Before that, I have one thing to be promised here."  

He spread the papers on the table. Do Yong-seoks eyes widened when he recognized that.  

"Ah, this!"  

It was a picture of some Orcs. They had something in common. Do Yong-seok recognized the tattoo he had performed at a glance.  

"There was a difference of opinion on this. It is argued that it is dangerous because it can lead to a tail, but rather that this action is well-qualified because it expresses Lee Do Yong-seok's sense of justice and anger."

Despite the controversy, in the end, everyone agreed that this was an exhilarating revenge.  

"But not in the future. Leave no more evidence. It would be a good idea to move the store to another location. We will cover the necessary expenses."  

They offered me money, but there was no reason to refuse.  

Yes! All right.  

Then  

The man smiled for the first time. "You'll go through the last gate to become brothers who will share your destiny with the Solidarity for Human Rights."  

***  

Do Yong-seok couldnt even imagine that the gateway would be like this.

"Eup, Eup!"  

When he entered the hidden room, there were three other people besides the man he had seen so far. It was not difficult to guess that he was a wizard by looking at the ornaments scattered all over his body.  

However, they were not the first objects Do Yong-seok paid attention to. In the center of the room was a complex figure that had been drawn in red. Anyone could see the magic.  

Above it was an Orc male tied to a crucifix.  

"Ugh!"  

He looked much younger than the Orc he had tattooed today, a child whose fangs did not sprout properly.  

The wizards of the Solidarity for Fighting Human Rights in Action only shut the childs mouth but did not cover his eyes. Fear was clearly flowing from those Orcs. His hands and feet were tied tightly to the frame. Seeing that his whole body was trembling, he was not paralyzed by magic or anesthetics.  

Nevertheless, he was too frightened to even wrestle with his limbs. One of the wizards approached and handed Do Yong-seok a dagger.

"Have you heard the explanation already?"  

After receiving it, Do Yong-seok swallowed. He had heard the explanation before. The Solidarity for Human Rights has been wanted by governments around the world, and the reason was, of course, that countries around the world committed terrorism against non-human races.  

Because of this, they wanted a brother who would never betray them, and they knew a sure way to verify this.  

Prove your sense of justice and anger.'  

Those words echoed in Do Yong-seok's mind. Prove your hatred.  

You can do it.  

It was just like killing a piglet. Orcs were not humans. Orcs were not people.  

"Eup, Eup!"

His childhood flashed through his mind. He had been involved with an Orc and nearly died several times. He was lucky enough to survive it.  

If I had done something wrong, I would have already died. Because of the Orc!'  

Therefore, the Orc's fate was to die today. The boys body twitched violently as he took one step closer, and the hem of his pants got wet. The moment he turned away so as not to make eye contact with his opponent, the wizard spoke softly.  

"You know? You dont have to poke it too cleanly. Do it slowly in the order you hear it outside."  

In all actuality, Do Yong-seok did not know, but the magic circle under the frame was an arrangement for black magic.  

If he killed the Orcs painfully and for a long time in this place, the pain felt by the sacrifice and the lost vitality would then be absorbed by the warlocks gathered here. It contained the intention of the Solidarity for Human Rights to reshape the spirit of the new brother and also to charge black magic, the representative means of terrorism in the secret society.

"Ugh!" At this, Do Yong-seok raised his arms, holding his sword.  

His expression showed that he was preparing to aim it on the Orc boys cornea. And  

Grasp!  

His blood splattered.  

Ah! Whoa!" The boy then struggled.  

Do Yong-seok stopped breathing. "Huh?"  

His forearm was hot and sore. He aimed his gaze downward a little more towards the Orc. Instead, he found that his own arms were lying at his feet. His hand had been cut off under his forearm while he had been holding his dagger.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  

Do Yong-seok began to roll onto the floor. He groaned, blood rushing out from his eyes. The magic circle that received the unintended sacrifice began to slowly fill the power of the warlocks.  

Instead of revealing agitation, they asked in a calm voice. "Which school do you come from?"  

Following their gaze, there was a man who had never been there before. He appeared through a closed door and looked like he was in his early twenties, but the wizards didnt believe him.  

They didnt show it, but they were quite surprised. Although this building looked shabby from the outside, there were several layers of security barriers inside. None of them noticed any signs that the barrier had been broken or stopped functioning until an intruder broke through all of them.  

The opponent's level was simply that high. Among the three wizards, the one standing in the center spoke as the representative.  

"I don't know who you are, but you are making a big mistake. If you have disturbed us, find out your family, friends, and everyone else connected with us, and take revenge!"

Minjuns face was as cold as ice. Without answering, he raised his hand and began to cast a spell.  

Following the first spell that cut off Tao Yong-seoks arm, the magic was directed at the orc boy.  

Down! At this, the Orc flinched and soon began to fall asleep.  

The next moment, the boy got out of the frame and moved behind Minjun. The warlocks quickly exchanged glances.  

He just didnt notice what the spell was. However, he was sure that this was a strong person who had reached at least the master level of the school.  

If one were to fight with pure magic skills, there would be no chance of winning, even if all of them worked together.

However, they were members of a secret society that survived the dragons pursuit.  

"You better stop."  

Minjun had no intention of responding. With an expressionless face, he memorized the spell again.  

Wheeing!  

The warlocks activated the artifacts hidden in their arms at the same time, regardless of who came first. There was armor that the Witchs Guild Association secretly sold to VVIP customers only.  

Originally, they were in possession of things that could not flow into the terrorist organization. Among them, the youngest wizard, who had the lowest natural resistance to magic, laughed to himself.  

Its stupid. attack This item will reflect the magic as it is!  

He waited for the opponents magic to be activated, being careful not to reveal any intentions on his face.  

Right after the spell counter, his plan was to subdue Minjun with capture magic. Then. the most dreadful interrogation would await the intruder.  

After a thorough turn around of who was behind it, a brutal revenge would soon follow!  

The intruder opened his mouth for the first time. "I may only have one tongue left to confess."  

Kwajik!  

Soon, there was the sound of bones breaking and cracking. The warlock among them, who suddenly found himself beheaded, slowly fell to the side as his astonished comrades watched.

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