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“I’m hungry, sleepy, thirsty, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, hungry, thirsty-sleepy, hungry-thirsty, sleepy-thirsty.”

Jeong Gyeoul muttered like a chant as she headed towards the mountain where the Demon King was said to be hiding.

There’s no rice in the Monster Realm.

Catch beasts, roast the meat, and eat.

Pick fruits from trees and eat.

Pluck weeds and mushrooms to eat.

Luckily, the poison of the Monster Realm’s plants couldn’t harm Jeong Gyeoul’s body.

But for a Korean to go without rice for four years…

Especially when that Korean is Jeong Gyeoul…

Even if her body was fine, it was enough to drive her mind crazy.

Jeong Gyeoul, now the protagonist of a survival story, walked as if in a daze.

She felt something strange.

“What’s this?”

If she took one step forward from where she stood…

Whoosh—

Her ears felt blocked, as if she’d taken an elevator straight to the 60th floor.

If she stepped back…

Whoosh—

Her ears returned to normal.

The pressure on her skin felt different too.

“…The air pressure is different?”

She wasn’t climbing a high mountain.

This happened while walking on a flat area halfway up the mountain.

It was a barrier.

A barrier so subtle that even Jeong Gyeoul didn’t notice it until she touched it.

“…This must be Son’s doing.”

She spoke as if talking to someone, but no answer came.

“Why do you have to do this and annoy people?”

Still no answer, but Jeong Gyeoul kept muttering to herself.

Anyone seeing her would think she was insane.

Sigh—

Jeong Gyeoul let out a sigh and exploded with layered anger.

“It’s already been four years! Four years! Can we just stop now and go home, you bastard! Do you really want to die?!”

She looked like she urgently needed a mental hospital.

As she walked and walked, cursing Son Goku, she saw a large castle.

Being the polite Jeong Gyeoul, she looked around for a monster to knock for her, but unfortunately, none were in sight.

Reluctantly, she approached the door and knocked herself.

Boom—

The first knock blew the castle gate open.

Crash—

The second knock brought down the castle walls.

Just as she was about to knock a third time…

“Stop!”

A monster came out to greet her.

‘See, manners work everywhere. They even came out before I finished knocking.’

Monsters have their own standards.

A subordinate of a Demon King-level monster moves this swiftly.

If all monsters were this efficient, she’d probably be back in Korea by now.

Her anger flared up again, but since she was a guest, she decided to hold it in.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Son Goku’s younger sister. Not a monkey, and we’re not related by blood, but we share a bond thicker than blood.”

“…Huh?”

The friendly monster’s face turned bewildered.

Four years was enough to turn a Monster Realm newbie into a veteran.

Bored of beating up monsters, Jeong Gyeoul started role-playing.

This time, she was Son Goku’s younger sister.

“That bas— I mean, my brother said that if I found Demon King Uma, he’d send me back to my original world.”

“…Uh… I’ll pass that along. Please come in.”

With four years of veteran acting skills, fooling Demon King Uma’s subordinates was a piece of cake.

Soon, a handsome man entered.

At first, she thought he was just another subordinate and ignored him, but he sat next to her in silence.

Finally, Jeong Gyeoul couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

“Who are you?”

“You’re not Son Goku’s younger sister.”

“…Huh?”

Without doing anything, her role-play was already on the verge of being exposed.

Like a true veteran, she tried to keep up the act without panicking…

“That brat’s younger sister wouldn’t just sit next to someone and start talking. No way.”

“…Are you Demon King Uma?”

“Yes, I am the Great Demon King Uma, also known as the Heavenly Demon King.”

“Ah, nice to meet you. I am indeed Son Goku’s younger sister. So, if you could just send me back with the Banana Fan…”

Demon King Uma cut her off, clearly not buying it.

“Nonsense! I don’t know who you are, but mentioning Son Goku… You must not have met him yet. They said an interesting human would come hiding their energy, but instead, this crazy woman shows up…”

“What the hell? You little brat, watch your mouth! Want me to Maillard-react your whole body? How about a searing? Or should I chew you up rare? How’s your T-bone, still intact?”

“…?”

It was the first time he’d heard something like this.

He couldn’t even tell if it was a curse or not.

But it definitely sounded like one, and his temper flared.

“You wench!”

Demon King Uma pushed Jeong Gyeoul, breaking through the wall into the courtyard.

Jeong Gyeoul sighed, tired of fighting, but to Demon King Uma, it sounded like a sigh of regret.

“It’s too late for regrets now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She replied with the most annoying expression to the delusional cow.

She summoned both magic and spiritual power.

Blue and purple energies intertwined and shot up into the sky.

Soon, a long shadow stretched over the rugged mountain range in the distance.

“…That power isn’t something a mere monster should have!”

“Huh? I’m not a monster. Today, I’m Winter Ramsey.”

Not a monster, but a chef.

She had long abandoned the younger sister act.

If she cooked this cow wrong and it didn’t cook through, maybe she’d call a vet to revive it.

She was determined to cook it thoroughly.

Sensing danger, Demon King Uma dispelled his magic and returned to his original form.

Over 3 meters tall, packed with muscles, wielding a large axe, he looked like Satan.

Even the horns were similar.

Did he eat some weird monster and get all fluffy?

If you plucked his fur, you’d think he was Satan’s brother.

“…Do you know Satan? Got any long-lost brothers?”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

“Ah. Sure.”

Zap zap zap—

Purple lightning struck Demon King Uma repeatedly.

Boom boom boom—

Thunder followed.

“Grrrr!”

His fur stood on end, and heat rose from his body.

“…Lightning makes fur removal easier. Note to self.”

Jeong Gyeoul, now a survival expert in the Monster Realm, was collecting various tips.

She could be called Bear Gyeoul, or even Gyeoul Grylls.

“Winter Grylls sounds better, though.”

She flicked her fingers.

With a snap, the lightning stopped.

“This one’s tough. Not a cow you can eat.”

Demon King Uma had regeneration skills rivaling Son Goku’s.

He could regenerate even if his arms or neck were cut off.

Thanks to that, his cooked flesh returned to normal in an instant, and his fur settled back down.

Crack— crack—

He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

“Now it’s my turn.”

As he raised his axe and gathered his energy…

“Nah, it’s my turn.”

“Guh!”

Jeong Gyeoul pinned Demon King Uma with telekinesis.

She walked over step by step.

“Where’s the Banana Fan?”

“…I don’t have it!”

Demon King Uma, being one of the Seven Great Demons, had some backbone.

“If I find it, one slap per leaf?”

“I said I don’t have it!”

“…”

Even under the clear-eyed madwoman Jeong Gyeoul’s threat, he stood firm.

Exactly ten minutes later…

He regretted learning regeneration for the first time in his life.

“I really don’t have it… Son Goku took it…”

“You idiot! That’s why you’re the Demon King! From now on, your name is Foolish Demon King!”

“…That’s a bit…”

As Jeong Gyeoul raised her fist, he bowed his head.

He was a well-trained cow.

“Where’s Son Goku?”

“How should I know…?”

She raised her fist again, and he blurted out a word.

“Boom!”

“What the hell?”

He thought it was a curse.

“Boom Demon King! He went to Boom Demon King, I think!”

“…Where’s that guy?”

“…I don’t know…”

“Useless fool.”

She glanced around the castle. Not much had been destroyed today, so she could eat without guilt.

“Bring me some food.”

“…Huh?”

“I’m hungry, so bring me food.”

“Ah! Yes!”

“If you bring me grass, I’ll eat beef, so figure it out.”

“…Yes!”

The gatekeeper, hiding under the broken gate, cautiously crawled out.

He carefully watched Jeong Gyeoul, and when she was a bit away, he ran to Demon King Uma.

“Are you okay?!”

“Do I look okay?! You idiot! I told you not to let anyone in!”

“Well… as you can see, I didn’t let her in…”

“Shut up! This is all your fault!”

“…”

The scolded gatekeeper, looking wronged, went to find a subordinate with a lower rank.

Thus began the glorious tradition of passing down the blame.

 

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