Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

Chapter 8

8 – The one who wants to escape

“Ouch, ooh.”

For some reason, I, who have been running wild since earlier, have turned into a bubbling green dinosaur. I could tell by looking at the bewildered face reflected in the creek.

-Pocky

I don’t feel like I’m running because of the cute footsteps. The legs also became short legs.

Then why am I running?

“Where are you going? I have to do this this time.”

“Go away! Go away! f*ck you!”

It’s because of the pink dinosaur right behind you, carrying a bunch of strange games.

“If you stop now, I’ll take care of you for three or two overnights.”

“f*ck! No matter how many times you die, don’t do it! Omg!”

A dead-end road blocked by a large boulder.

I couldn’t climb because I became a dinosaur as tall as smurf shorts. Could it get any more cliched than this? It’s the end without real sincerity.

‘I have to die in the form of a dinosaur with such a big head!’

Then someone called me from the top of the rock.

“Dongha! Grab this!”

It was nine. She stretched out her own blouse to me. It means grab and climb up.

As expected, even co-workers with bad personalities can be guided at the end. The sorrowful heart disappears like snow melting.

‘I’m sorry I wished you would die of Lou Gehrig’s disease!’

-Slowly. Took

It wasn’t about grabbing it and pulling it up. I just had to throw it.

“Suck it until tomorrow.”

“f*ck you!”

– Tuk, Tuk

I look back and see a pink dinosaur with an evil expression tapping on my shoulder.

“Oh no!”

“Okay!”

As it were, the pink dinosaur with its jaws wide open rushed at me.

“Sir Baal!”

“Whoops, whoops.”

I looked around. This is the room the demon king lent me.

“Ha ha. Ha.”

It’s a dream. Dream.

“Whoa.”

– Plop

I lay down on the bed again. The sweat that ran down my back like a waterfall stuck to my back.

‘Haa, it’s only been a few days, but it’s such a dog-like dream.’

How much do you have to suffer? I was miserable to no end.

‘It’s been a few days now…’

It’s been quite a while since I was trapped here. Now, the facilities here are familiar to the eye. The party members who went on a long journey before are gradually fading from memory. In contrast, the demon king’s face and voice were clear in his mind.

There are a few rooms that I can’t enter because they are locked, but I’ve roughly figured out where they are. When I was bubbling, I figured out every time the bathroom was sent to me once every 6 hours.

Bad b*tch.

‘I don’t think I’ll kill him right now… But I don’t know when it will change.’

Now I look like the person the demon king needs. She needs someone to play her game with, and someone to be good at.

‘I’m sure there’s no one like me.’

It’s nothing to brag about, but since I was young, I’ve dismantled and disassembled most games, and I’ve definitely seen the end.

‘f*ck… I should have listened to my mother.’

– Dongha. If you play games every day, will your life be difficult later on?

‘I didn’t know it would be this hard…’

If he knew that the devil had such a personality, would he have to pretend he couldn’t play games from the beginning?

No. Don’t know that again

If it’s not worth using, you might beat it to death like catching insects. It is meaningless to look at the past only for the results.

‘Anyway. I have to get out without dragging it too long.’

That’s the Demon King. The king of demons, the devil who swallowed up half of the continent…

‘A b*tch whose character won’t collapse even if she changes her mind and rips me to death.’

Even if the demon king has a pretty face, cooks well, peels apples well, and has a bit of innocence to hug others because he’s happy to clear the game, the fundamentals don’t change.

‘Is there any other way?’

Perhaps this is the time when the demon king’s vigilance is at its worst. Her games so far have been quite satisfying to her. Afterwards, if she makes a mistake while playing other games, her suppression may become stronger.

‘Now is the right time. We need to come up with a way as soon as possible…’

-Chabak, chabak

The sound of the demon king’s bare feet can be heard in the hallway. As a conditioned reflex, he pulled the blanket over himself and turned his back to the other side of the door and pretended to sleep.

-Jerking, squirming

“… Are you still sleeping?”

He held his breath. No, I have to pretend to breathe. Should I blow my nose? Should I just be shy? When I tried to pretend to be asleep seriously, his head got complicated, so I just kept my eyes closed.

“… I made it for this…”

‘Go away! f*ck! I don’t know what it is, but it’s four years! I’m going to hold on and torture you for several more days!’

It won’t wake me up like the last time I energized it. Because I said it with your mouth before I fell asleep.

-Because I’m all awake, sleep soundly.

Because you are strangely neat when it comes to match penalties and promises. Won’t you wake me up and just turn it off?

“…”

‘…’

-Jerking, squirming

…That’s it. Went out…

Cheap.

‘Heo Eok!!!!’

I thought her true heart would break through her chest and disintegrate into twelve branches. I opened my eyes knowing that you had left…

The girl reflected in the window on her wall was still in her room.

‘Calm down. Do not panic.’

“… You.”

-Chabak, chabak

??!!

‘Why are you here, you crazy b*tch! Get out! I want you to confirm that I’m sleeping!’

-Toouk

!!??

She sat astride her bed.

…

‘Will it just happen?’

You may have already noticed that I was awake. It seemed to be possible for some reason if it was the magical power that did not know the end of the demon king.

‘Now?’

No, no. It’s already late. I can only stay like this…

-Pulseok

!!??

A distinctly different sense of weight.

The bed was dug deep.

The demon king followed me as I turned my back and lay down. I could tell by the weight of the bed. Not sitting, but lying down. I don’t know what position you’re lying in.

“…”

‘…’

Why? For what purpose? To burst my terrified heart? Are you going to stop me until I say I’m sorry for pretending to sleep?

…

How long have you been doing this?

“…hehehe…hehehehe.”

The demon king giggled in a low voice behind his back.

… Why are you doing this?

There is no such thing as a horror movie. The b*tch who might kill me is lying behind me and babbling.

It’s a crisis to draw a map on a futon. If you urinate on the bed that the Demon King lent you…

Taaang!

No!

‘Be patient, Baek Dong-ha! That, yes! I’m going to suppress my fear by recalling the good memories!’

I quickly flipped through the pages of my memories.

The happy memories that were bookmarked among them slowly calmed me down like the sound of a music box by my bedside.

Every time you turn a page or two. A little bit more.

‘… That’s all right. It puts me at ease.’

Sharak, Sharak.

‘… Gradually, more comfortable…’

– Well done! You!

I suddenly had a bookmark stuck in my memory that the demon king embraced. My heart started beating again. No doubt because of fear.

‘Why are you out there! You b*tch! I’m doing this because of you! Giggles!’

Where the f*ck. It holds a spot in my beautiful memory, the Hall of Fame.

-Slowly.

Did you hear the inner thoughts telling you to quit?

The demon king, who had no way of knowing that he was fighting a lonely war by himself, got up from his bed.

– Chabak, chabak.

She goes straight to her door.

-Jerking, squirming

‘… Went out.’

I really went out this time. Still, I couldn’t be relieved, so I stayed like that for three more minutes. Even if you come back now, it’s enough to say that you just woke up.

‘Haa…’

It feels like being stuck in the jungle with a pair of panties on. There is always the risk of dying…

‘Shall I write a will…’

…

‘Let’s quit. Even if I write it, someone will see it.’

In this f*cking world, there are only party b*tches who ask me to do laundry and carry them in plate armor.

My shoulders were sore from lying down for a long time. I rolled up the covers and walked to the window and looked down at her. There were clouds so thick that the ground could not be seen.

…

‘If I fall, I will die.’

That sounds natural. Even if Rebecca, who was the strongest tank, fell, not me, she would die.

Will… Fall…

A pretty good idea came to my mind. In fact, it’s like a lottery, but… I needed a little anticipation that I could hold on to.

I searched every nook and cranny of the room. Fortunately, there was an old book. It is written in a lot of unknown languages.

‘If you tear off a couple of sheets in the middle, it won’t show.’

– Chiiik.

I tore it off very lightly just in case the demon king heard it from outside the door.

But the problem is that there is no pen.

Yes. Not a great idea. I just want to write a message on a piece of paper asking me to save me and send it down to the top of the tower, there is a person who is trapped alone in the castle of the demon king.

‘There’s a slim chance that someone will see it.’

But that was fine too. I needed the motivation to persevere in this hopeless situation.

‘I’ve never done anything like this before.’

I put my index finger on the broken part of the window. Without hesitation, he drew it straight through.

“Ugh.”

Blood as red as her pupils ran down her knuckles.

‘Ah, no.’

Do not fall on the floor. It’s such an obvious cliché that a suspect gets caught because of bloodstains.

I quickly wrote letters on the paper while letting the blood flow out of the window. In a big way.

[I’m captured by the evil demon, please save me]

That’s it. It is a short and clear sentence. Both pages have the same phrase. After debating whether to throw it crumpled or folded into a paper airplane, I decided to throw it into a paper airplane. This area is a gorge with few people. I decided that it would be better to fly away.

-Shuuk!

Be careful not to get your bloody hands wet, and blow the carefully folded plane step by step. One more shot followed immediately after. I quickly closed the window so no one could see.

‘Please… Cheer up.’

How nice it would be if my body got smaller and I could get on that plane.

– A jerk, a squeak.

!!!!

How long has it been since you left, the demon king came in.

Maybe he kept coming in and out even when I was sleeping. I have a terrifying thought.

“Are you awake? Do this this time… Huh?”

The demon king’s eyes are on my bloody fingertips.

-Chabak, chabak

The demon king is approaching. I hurriedly shoved the book, from which I had torn the paper, under the bed. Fortunately, I didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, I just woke up.”

How can I explain this blood…