Chapter 473 – Looking for Carol Who Left Home. Caroloo
Everyone has probably stood in front of people at least once.
This could be during a presentation at school or even a group project in college.
Some might have boldly done sales pitches or promotions during part-time jobs.
How did it feel at that moment?
Personally, I think it’s safe to say you were probably super nervous.
Whether that nervousness came from fear or excitement aside, that’s a different story.
And now, this place was capable of recreating that nervous feeling once again.
[Is Carol really here?]
‘According to the message I got, she should be…’
It was none other than a space filled with small stages.
The stages were crammed together like booths I had seen before, but each space was considerably larger than the previous booths.
Enough room to perform solo without any issues.
Just then, I saw a student sitting beside me making a cobra dance with a flute.
Except, the cobra wasn’t in a box or jar or anything.
It was rather resting its massive body right on the student’s lower half.
With only one life, could someone be so reckless and bold?
The trust between the student and the cobra seemed incredibly strong.
At that amazing sight, a passerby raised a question.
“Are you making the snake dance with the flute?”
“Of course! How is it? Isn’t it good?”
They immediately started clapping, genuinely impressed.
“Oh, the snake is better than a human.”
“Exactly! Far better than a human!!!”
In response, the student expressed admiration in a slightly higher pitch.
[……I was wondering why it was on the lower half… could it be that…]
‘I didn’t hear anything. I didn’t hear anything, f*ck.’
It sounded more like a shout of admiration, but I decided not to think about it anymore.
The bond and friendship between pet and owner.
I felt like it could easily turn into something strange.
[Pure Love!]
‘This son of a b*tch won’t shut up.’
Thanks to this piece of sh*t, it felt like I was running late already.
On the opposite side, an old man was shouting loudly.
Next to him was a sheep, and in his hand, he held a chunk of meat that looked like it was made of sheep.
“This sheep is of superb quality! Come take a look!”
At that moment, a woman who had been watching the stage closely quickly thrown out a question.
It wasn’t a question but rather sharp and piercing.
Like a knife that had been expertly sharpened to sever someone’s throat.
“It’s black, isn’t it? And it seems to be smelling, too?”
“It didn’t use to be that way.”
And the old man’s response was sharp in a different sense.
“……I was talking about the meat though?”
“Oh.”
Hearing that could very well tear the listener’s heart in two.
[How does he know it didn’t use to be that way…?]
‘Sit tight. I don’t want to think about it anymore.’
This space wasn’t only used for such performances.
Especially, a young woman far away on stage surrounded by many people.
Judging solely by appearance, it looked like she was merely performing.
But the moment I heard her speak, I knew it wasn’t just finishing up a performance.
“Do you really want to transform into a magical girl through TS?”
“”””””Yes!!!””””””
That was none other than a promotion for magical girls.
Since it’s Japan, I assumed there could be magical girls.
But incorporating TS into that was a bit unexpected.
Of course, in Nobelpia, it’s to be expected.
[Even so, isn’t a magical girl a bit too much?]
‘A Hunter existing makes some sense, doesn’t it?’
[……As I said before, that’s way too much in terms of plausibility…]
A magical girl through TS.
I wasn’t interested, but for those who were, it might be a good choice.
That’s why there were so many people gathering around there.
Just not until I heard the conditions of becoming a TS magical girl.
“If you transform into a magical girl through TS, you’ll become a magic-wielding dirty toilet using a dildo, you know?”
“”””””……””””””
That shocking statement would surely crush the spirits of those listening to her.
“I’m okay with it.”
“Really!”
Except for one man.
“By the way, there’s no magic like facial recognition disability! Do you know what that means?”
“I know.”
And that man’s determination showed no signs of faltering.
Even if the TS magical girl dropped some serious words.
It seemed like nothing would faze him.
“Everyone will realize that you’re the magic girl who gives away free public toilet transformations! Are you still okay with that?”
“Of course.”
“How can you be so firm about that?”
I secretly admired his strong will.
“I’m like that even now.”
“……”
And I immediately regretted the fact that I was impressed.
He wasn’t just strong-willed; he was quite dangerous.
He seemed like someone who’d be in big trouble if they didn’t transform into a TS right away.
Of course, doing TS would still have a lot of issues, it seemed.
[……Is it really necessary for TS?]
‘If he doesn’t do TS, he’s just a f*cking gay guy.’
[Ah.]
In any case, this space was incredibly chaotic.
Though the number of stages was fewer compared to the cramped booths before, it still felt relaxed.
But when it came to operating the stages, everyone had an overwhelming presence.
At that moment, a familiar word reached my ears.
“Everyone! Do you like Korea?”
“Yes!”
Korea.
To be honest, when I was in Korea, that term didn’t evoke any particular feelings.
But being in a foreign land, it felt different.
As if entranced by that word, I moved closer and saw a Japanese woman standing on stage.
“Then, let me share a joke I learned from a Korean Hunter!”
“Sounds good!”
Honestly, I was a bit surprised.
Just doing stand-up comedy was intriguing enough, but to go as far as teach K-humor learned from Korean Hunters?
I was excited to see how it would turn out.
[Is it even possible to tell a joke with that setup?]
‘Well, challenging itself isn’t bad. Failure is an experience, after all.’
But the woman’s following words didn’t meet my expectations.
“What do you call a whale made of fruit?”
“It’s a whale that can be harpooned, right?”
“There’s nothing but bananas if it’s a fruit that can be harpooned!”
“Nope! The answer this time is Dole-whale!”
That would be K-humor, but it was just a dad joke.
“If you’re parking, what will a dog watching it say?”
“You park like a dog?”
“You parked like a dog!”
“Oh! That was close! The answer is ‘Wall! Wall!’”
Jokes that either got no laughs or made people chuckle momentarily at best.
“When an American easily hits someone, what do they say in surprise?”
“This time, the police won’t come, huh?”
“Not at all! The answer is ‘Damn-Easy!’”
That’s all there was.
And it didn’t seem like I was alone in feeling that way.
It seemed that the Japanese audience listening also had similar reactions.
Well, considering it was dad jokes, the scene was somewhat predictable.
But the man didn’t back down despite the crowd’s reaction.
He smiled wider than before and started speaking again.
“What happens if a strawberry gets fired from their job?”
[This one’s way too easy.]
‘True.’
Over there, they’d probably say ‘Strawberry syrup.’
Honestly, dad jokes could also earn disapproving looks just for being that.
Still, I thought such a phenomenon wasn’t entirely bad.
In a sense, it meant that the Korean Wave was truly trending in Japan.
“It doesn’t get fired well. Just a moment.”
That wasn’t fcking Korean Wave, that was just some crazy sht.
‘The drift is insane, you son of a b*tch!’
[In any case, it looks like it really could end up being strawberry syrup.]
‘So that makes sense again, f*ck…’
Anyway, in a space bustling with small stages.
I hurriedly made my way to the location Carol had mentioned.
Finally, I caught sight of Carol.
“Listen up carefully!!!”
Surrounded by people, she held a Bible in her hands.
Guessing what she was doing, it seemed remarkably saintly.
“I’m going to give out one of these f*cking Bibles!”
In terms of evangelism, she could be considered extremely saintly.
Just speaking in such an extreme manner made her seem less saint-like.
Well, considering it’s Nobelpia, she’s probably a healthy saint of sorts.
All I worry about now is what Carol might say.
Looking at the things the heroines have done so far, they seem quite far from normal.
Honestly, Carol wouldn’t be much different either.
[Now that I think about it… we almost f*cked up by touching Christianity before.]
‘Looks like we might touch it again, f*ck…’
And just in time, the cat beastman Carol started barking.
“Everyone, open your eyes and read the Bible!!!”
It’s the time of the dog-dcked cat*.
