I Became the Wrong Race

127 – Golem (4)

“What kind of bastard…”

I saw my spilled tea.

It was something good to drink with something like jam, honey, and tea leaves in it.

Even Nana Lorian, who didn’t need to eat it, could drink it without saying anything, so to speak, it was a delicacy and a snack.

But it spilled and was eating dirt.

The cast iron cup that was originally in my hand only had the handle left in my hand, and the rest was flying and rolling on the floor.

The thing that blew up the cast iron cup…

‘… ‘Iron ball?’

A race on a horse… It was an iron ball that could only be used in battles under the guise of.

On the other hand, it was also something I saw when Isla was managing her belongings.

‘Siege iron ball. I don’t use it well. It’s heavy and difficult.’

Isla said so. This looked similar to that.

However, the difference was that it was a huge iron ball, which even Isla said was heavy and difficult to use.

It was something that didn’t feel like something meant to be blown.

It suddenly occurred to me that it was not a means of attack. I was not caught by the mourner’s instinct to block the source of surprise attack, and the ‘battle preparation’, the automatic armament ring of the armor, did not inform me that it was a battle situation.

There is no hostility. Is it a trick to attack to avoid the enemy or something like that?

I don’t know.

All experiments to check the extent to which surprise situations could be calculated failed.

The game system that would make the decision didn’t seem to exist properly in this world, and even if it did exist, they had no intention of letting me know, so I couldn’t tell to what extent it was a surprise or not .

But.

“… Lorian.”

“Wait a minute, I don’t like it. “No.”

“Preparing missiles… !”

“I don’t like it!”

Lorian was shocked, but her reaction was slow. In an instant, I grabbed Lorian’s waist with my outstretched hand, lifted her up, and placed it on her shoulder.

The target is the direction from which the iron ball flew. As my eyes traversed the air with vivid murderous intent, darkness entered my eyes.

It’s because I got used to the light. But you will see it soon. My eyes do not miss the enemy.

Even if there was no hostility, you deserve to die for touching my food.

It was the Lorian missile MK3 for that purpose.

After MK1 was cast, Lorian’s neck was fractured and regeneration was required, especially the blood sucking process for regeneration.

If MK2 failed to prevent long-term loss through the creation of a gap in Lorian after casting.

MK3 is the ultimate technology that complements all of that.

There was a minor problem with Lorian’s morale being low, but that was no problem.

I pulled on his arm, feeling Lorian wearing armor made of blood on my hand.

Whoever you are, if you can avoid it, avoid it.

However, my Lorian missile MK3 was never fired at the enemy. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, the sight I see is completely different from what I expected.

To give a detailed example, I said, ‘Some kind of bastard.’ But should I say that I didn’t really expect a dog to come out?

I saw an individual and one animal emerging from the dark while holding Lorian.

A large dog that reaches up to our knees, looking at us with its tongue sticking out and wagging its tail.

And the person staring blankly at us from behind that large dog…

“Golem?”

Only then did the golem raise her arm and greet her.

*

It may not be like that in this world, but where I used to live, there are people called ‘Eoljuk-a’.

It means ice even if you freeze to death, and refers to a person who usually buys things like iced Americano even in winter.

Of course, I received pocket money from my older sister, and later, when I worked part-time, I didn’t bother to buy coffee, so I didn’t drink Americano.

Like many Koreans, I also preferred cold things to warm things in the winter.

I put the water in the refrigerator so I liked it cold, and I liked the drinks cold as well.

Drink it warm? Drink it hot?

I didn’t like it very much. There was the fact that Isla gave me the warm tea that Isla gave me when I came to this land, but there was also the fact that warm tea was better than cold.

All that aside, I didn’t like the fact that I had to drink hot water.

With bleeding eyes, I sip hot water from a broken cast iron cup. Hot. I feel bad.

If it were cold, I would feel refreshed, but if it’s hot, I just get angry for no reason. My expression was twisted, but I wasn’t angry.

This was because the dog lying next to me rolled over, put its front paws on my knees, and snored.

This kid is so fucking cute.

The dog didn’t seem to be wary of us at all when it first appeared, perhaps because it knew that it was too cute to harm.

This was true even though the golem, which did not know whether it was its owner or an automatic walking robot, was wary of us.

A dog chews its mouth and lets out a breathy sound. I gently rubbed the dog’s fur and saw a golem.

“Why did you do that?”

“Sorry. This entity could not find anything more suitable for the entertainment of its probationary subjects.”

There was an explanation that I had already heard several times. Since I knew what I was asking, I could have asked no more, but my emotions did not allow that.

My tea water was still confusing when I saw the stains left on the floor.

So I asked repeatedly six times, but the answer did not change at all.

It was because the opponent was a golem.

Golem. A simulated being, an artificial human manufactured solely for a specific purpose.

There are no cases like Walterok that have ego and reason, and they are usually robots with only basic intelligence.

The same goes for the way I speak now.

He was calling himself ‘this entity’ and the dog ‘subject to probation’.

Playing ball was ‘play’.

In short, there was no way to play with the dog other than playing with a ball, so I threw it and unfortunately it hit my teacup.

It wasn’t targeting me in the first place, it wasn’t hostile, and it didn’t even recognize that I was there, so it wasn’t a surprise attack or a battle.

So since it didn’t trigger anything, I couldn’t blame the dog even though I made a sour expression.

I have no choice but to scold this robot walking device.

“What did you come here for?”

“I was dispatched for regular entertainment of a probationer.”

“You went for a walk? “In this dangerous forest, at this late hour?”

“The subject in question was coated with a scent that wild animals dislike. It was found to be safe as it is a forest where dangerous people, including travelers, adventurers, and cannibals are not found.”

Is it really so? There was no particular smell. Considering that my sense of smell is better than that of most wild animals, I guess that’s a bit odd.

I don’t know why, but I felt like something wasn’t right.

Since some destinations are nearby, I thought that perhaps this golem might be related to the destination.

Of course, it could not have been so.

However, even if not, it was an object of exploration in the long term.

A wizard rich enough to run a golem wouldn’t cherish a dog that much.

I didn’t know. In fact, how do I know that that dog is just a cute, fluffy, big dog in my eyes, and is actually something that walks on four legs with a brain?

Most of the wizards I know were of that kind.

The protection school is a tight-knit framework.

The destructive schools are overly anti-war crazy people.

The structural school is in fact a group of psychopaths who are no different from the inquiry school.

The War School is at least okay, but there needs to be a high-level wizard among them. They are closer to warriors than pure wizards.

The Anti-Magic School is the Black Knight, and the Exploration School is the Warlock. Either way was not normal.

It cannot be said that schools of thought that are not mentioned as examples are okay.

I knew I had to follow the golem to investigate.

“Okay? Then there is the rudeness you committed…”

I shook the broken handle of the cast iron cup.

“I want to demand compensation from your master. “Can I ask for guidance?”

“… Please confirm your request and negotiate with the owner for detailed requests.”

As he smiles sinisterly, the golem wakes up first. The dog that was sleeping on my leg opened its eyes at the sound of the crunching sound and followed the golem, and when I saw the two who got up first, I kicked dirt onto the campfire.

“Go first. Follow me.”

The golem walked without answering, and the dog chased after it, its tail wagging.

Well, it certainly looks like a cute and nice dog.

Still, as I was staring, thinking that I should be suspicious of everything, Lorian nudged my side with his elbow.

Oh, have you found something already?

When I turned my head, I saw a pouty face.

“Aren’t you going to apologize to me?”

“What?”

“… “Hmph.”

“What is it?”

“It’s done.”

Lorian walked past me first.

Why are you like that?

Women’s feelings were still difficult for me, even as an authority on nunology.

I watched Lorian walking away and followed him.

*

The golem walked steadily. Even a large dog gets tired walking and clings to the golem’s legs, and the golem continues walking while holding the dog.

A dog that appears to weigh at least 20 kg can be easily carried and walked steadily without any sign of difficulty. Every time I see something like that, I wonder if technology is better than modern society in some areas.

Is it because of magic?

When you look at things like warlocks, magic seems like the root of all evil, but when you look at things like that, it seems okay.

Also, I wonder what kind of power it uses. If you don’t eat like a human and go home, there must be some kind of motivation.

However, there was no time to ask, because the golem walked steadily toward its destination without giving any time to speak.

It was no destination.

We were gradually getting closer to the location where Melody had told us to focus our investigation.

“Lorian.”

“It seems right.”

A huge structure was slowly coming into view.

It was a unique terrain, as if the mountain on top of the bowl, commonly called Gobongbab, had been replaced with silt and sharp jewel fragments.

The shape that towered like Mount Tai was bending steeply without any gentle corners, as if it didn’t want anyone to climb it, and in the gaps, something like a burning blue mineral was rising up like a sword and piercing the sky.＜ Br﹥

It was also our destination. A potential exploration site and a place that needs to be conquered, where two shapeshifters are believed to be staying.

Lorian and I made eye contact and nodded, and as we watched the dog run away from the golem’s arms, we faced a huge village next to Mount Tai.

There were countless golems at the entrance to the village.

Golems all look the same and are dressed in different clothes.

At the end of the walk, the excited dogs were circling around them, and their crystal eyes were glaring at us.