I put a leash on Catastrophe

I wonder if the worlds I destroyed were like this?

He felt neither regret nor remorse for destroying other dimensions. It was just his job that he performed. He just became a little curious. Although, of course, he couldn’t change anything.

Despite flying openly in the sky, humanity, not yet comprehending ether, couldn’t see him. Therefore, when he landed in the middle of a busy street, no one fell in surprise.

As he walked down the street lined with food stalls, the air was filled with aromas tempting the stomach. Although his body had long since not needed food, and he didn’t succumb to temptation, watching the cooking process right before his eyes was very interesting. For him, it was a sight he had never seen before.

While he absent-mindedly watched a halved lobster grilling on the grill, a person who looked like the owner asked:

“Would you like one? Do you want one?”

The owner, taking him for a customer, pointed at the ready lobster and asked. The pharaoh, who didn’t react for a while as if thinking, nodded, and the owner’s face brightened.

“Here you go.”

When the owner held out a paper plate with the finished dish, sprinkling melted cheese with parsley, the pharaoh took it. When he scooped up the cheese with the fork standing nearby, the lobster meat underneath stretched along with the cheese, forming a long string.

The pharaoh put this in his mouth and nodded, tasting the fatty cheese and spicy sauce. It wasn’t bad.

“12,000 won.”

Looking at the owner who held out his hand to receive payment, the pharaoh extended his hand over his. A thick gold ring fell from his hand with a dull sensation, and the owner at first looked puzzled, but soon naturally put it in his pocket as if it was a regular payment.

“Thank you.”

The eyes of the owner saying thanks were slightly clouded.

After this, the pharaoh visited several more notable stalls, receiving food and items, and each time instead of banknotes, gold items fell from his hand.

Later, rumors spread about unknown gold items appearing in the pockets of merchants who came to their senses.

After spending some time on a tour of the stalls, the pharaoh soon reached some building. He came here following a feeling that constantly led him.

Naturally entering inside, the pharaoh realized it was a bar.

“Welcome…”

A man who looked like a waiter slowly greeted and examined the pharaoh. The waiter’s eyes, expressing dissatisfaction with his clothes, clouded when he saw the pharaoh’s face.

Before him stood a beauty surpassing any celebrity. Moreover, the dignity of a ruler emanating from his body made one involuntarily bow one’s head.

Leaving behind the waiter who couldn’t wait to serve him, the pharaoh continued walking in the direction he was drawn to.

Although a door labeled “Staff Only” blocked the way, no one thought to stop the pharaoh when he opened it. Walking along the corridor that opened behind the door, the pharaoh reached the wall at the end.

“Hmm.”

Touching the wall with his hand and finding no separate entrance, his body seemed to melt and be drawn into the wall.

“…What is this?”

Passing through the wall, he was momentarily surprised to see something in front of him. There was indeed much unusual about this invasion.

Both the fact that he woke up earlier, and what was before his eyes.

The pharaoh’s eyes curved in pleasure.

* * *

Fortunately, the pharaoh didn’t stay overnight on the street. This was a relief for Zhi-wu, who was about to go out, despite Martin’s persuasions, and follow the pharaoh if he hadn’t returned for the night.

Curious about what he was doing, Zhi-wu started following him from the next day, but all the pharaoh did was simply tourism. He wandered the streets and sometimes bought food or items.

“No, how can you give this.”

The problem was that as payment, he gave gold or jewels. Although it was profitable for the merchants, the reason why Zhi-wu panicked trying to stop him was because of the attackers he met for the first time.

Since there was no such group in his memory, and he didn’t know what their purpose was, he could only be on guard.

And meanwhile, would there be a foreigner who gives gold jewelry to merchants instead of money? A foreigner doing what even oil magnates didn’t do, and whose appearance is so beautiful that even if you look at a foreigner spinning endlessly in the air, his appearance will still remain incredibly beautiful?

He had a terrible premonition that comrades of those attackers might fly to Korea.

Although the pharaoh seemed displeased that Zhi-wu was interfering with everything he did and pouted, Zhi-wu ignored this and held out cash, taking away the gold.

Although the merchant saw everything with his own eyes, he didn’t change his expression and continued smiling. Zhi-wu wondered if this was also an ability, and again held out the gold to the pharaoh, but he turned away and ignored him.

‘Annoying.’

He felt like he was walking with a disobedient nephew. If it were really a nephew, he could spank him, but it wasn’t, so he couldn’t do that…

All he could do was endure, looking at Martin who was nervous between them.

Anyway, after such a pastime, finally 4 days passed, and the day of the auction arrived.

“Oh.”

When the phone made a sound signal, Zhi-wu looked and saw that, as Hwan-su said, a message with a QR code had arrived.

Entering the instruction page using this code, Zhi-wu learned that the venue was not too far. It was in the neighboring district.

Is there a dress code? Zhi-wu, unfamiliar with this world, doubted whether he could go in regular clothes. In dramas, people usually went in suits…

‘Isn’t this too much? But better to overdo it than underdo it.’

Anyway, he had money. Zhi-wu decided to go to a department store he had never been to before to buy clothes. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far from the hotel where they were staying.

When he entered the first floor, his steps momentarily stopped at the sense of luxury he had never experienced before, but thanks to the pharaoh who ignored him and resolutely walked forward, he couldn’t stop.

The pharaoh, accustomed to modern items during his walks, unhesitatingly got on the escalator. Martin had also become somewhat accustomed and naturally stepped onto the escalator, but there was slight tension on his face, perhaps due to uncertainty about the moving steps.

Going up to the 3rd floor where the men’s clothing department was located, Zhi-wu headed to the suit section, which, unlike the bright casual wear, was full of dark and rich colors.

“Welcome.”

A store employee greeted them with a smile. His gaze moved from Martin, striking in his size, to Zhi-wu walking in front, and finally stopped on the pharaoh and didn’t leave.

He seemed to be charmed by his appearance because another employee who remained in the store also approached and stuck to him.

“Sir, how about this?”

“Try this on too.”

The two employees enthusiastically searched for clothes they thought would suit the pharaoh and served him. He seemed pleased to receive such service for the first time in a long time after constant reproaches from Zhi-wu, and he accepted all the employees’ suggestions indiscriminately.

Zhi-wu was glad that thanks to this, he could calmly look at clothes.

“…390,000 won?”

This was the price of one jacket. The jacket he was currently wearing was bought at a market near his house for 58,000 won. The price difference was huge.

It was almost 7 times more expensive, and he wondered if this jacket was worth 7 times more than the jacket, but couldn’t understand. Due to the habit of frugal living, his hands trembled slightly, but he thought he needed to learn to spend in the future, and tried on the jacket.

‘Hmm…’

Indeed, good clothes had a good fit. Unlike the shabby jacket, he looked neat and tidy. Zhi-wu himself chose matching pants of the right size and a white shirt.

“Try this on too!”

“And this as well!”

The employees were still hovering around the pharaoh. They even allocated him a separate hanger on which many suitable items hung.

Martin stood lonely nearby, but no one paid attention to him. Somehow his appearance seemed pitiful, and it was difficult to leave him unattended.

“Martin, come here.”

Martin approached at Zhi-wu’s call.

“The largest jacket will fit, right?”

The color wasn’t so important, the main thing was that it fit. He took out the largest jacket from the hanger and held it out, and Martin immediately put it on.

Unfortunately, even the largest jacket barely concealed Martin’s terrifying muscles.

“This… doesn’t fit.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Martin, you have nothing to apologize for.”

It didn’t completely not fit, but movements seemed uncomfortable. Although there was no reason for apologies, Martin seemed to feel awkward and looked dejected.

Zhi-wu lightly touched his arm as if comforting him and called an employee.

“Excuse me.”

“Ah, yes!”

One of the employees who was energetically offering clothes to the pharaoh seemed to come to his senses and approached them.

When Zhi-wu pointed at Martin and asked if there was anything larger than this jacket, the employee nodded.

“Yes. We sometimes have foreign customers with large builds, so we should have stock.”

“Then could you show us? And it would be good if there were a shirt and pants too.”

Hearing Zhi-wu’s words, the employee asked them to wait a moment, disappeared, and returned with various clothes in his hands.

“Would you like to try this on first?”

It was a light blue shirt with a shiny texture. The shirt he changed into in the fitting room, unlike the clothes Zhi-wu bought hastily, fit like a glove, as if tailored.

“Oh, would you like to try this on too?”

The employee’s eyes lit up, as in the case with the pharaoh. If that one looked exquisite like a model, this one exuded wild attractiveness when his huge body was clothed in a suit.

So, with the help of the employee, when he fully put on the suit…

‘Something…’

Zhi-wu thought he looked dangerous. He thought that if sunglasses were added, he would look like a mafioso.

Anyway, now that the clothes were chosen, it was time for payment. Ignoring the employee who seemed to regret that there was still something left for the pharaoh, Zhi-wu asked to ring them up.

“The total amount is 3,430,000 won.”

The pharaoh’s clothes made up the overwhelming majority. Although Zhi-wu thought it was enough to buy one set, the pharaoh, either because he liked everything or because he enjoyed watching Zhi-wu tremble at the high price, bought everything recommended to him without exception.

He had already handed the shopping bags to Martin, using him as a porter. Leaving after payment, Zhi-wu grumbled a little.

“You don’t even need clothes…”

In fact, unlike Martin, the pharaoh didn’t like the clothes Zhi-wu bought and created his own, so he didn’t really need to buy clothes.

The pharaoh snorted at his words but didn’t look particularly pleased. Zhi-wu was puzzled by what irritated him, as he had bought the most clothes.

Not knowing whether the pharaoh understood Zhi-wu’s feelings, he just continued quietly talking with Martin.

Although Zhi-wu couldn’t hear the content of the conversation, Martin’s face, talking to him, became strange, and curious Zhi-wu asked:

“Did something happen?”

“No… nothing.”

At the moment Martin opened his mouth, the pharaoh punched him in the solar plexus. Because Martin immediately closed his mouth, Zhi-wu became even more curious.