Chapter 11

Note: Don’t be confused about this chapter. I guarantee that this is still from the same novel.

“Grandpa! Tell the story about the Hero!”

Little children rushed in. The old man sitting in front of the fountain in the village plaza laughed. The old man was the village chief’s grandfather and the oldest living man in the village.

“What, what story?”

The old man put his finger in his ear and asked back. The problem was that the old man, who was very wise, good, kind, and smart, had bad ears.

Among the little kids, the leader shouted loudly again.

“Tell! The! Story! Of! The! Hero!”

“Ah, the story of the hero?”

“Yeah!”

Little children huddled together in front of the old man. The old man was not only smart but also talented in making stories very interesting.

“That’s an old story.”

“Grandpa, you’ve lived a long time! My mom said you might be a wizard!”

It was just what the old man went through the day before yesterday, but the children knew how old he was.

The old man continued to talk about whether he didn’t hear or he was pretending not to hear.

“When I was a little younger than you, the village was very peaceful. Monster never appears and so the town was peaceful for many years.”

The old man was lost in his old memories.

“When I went out to play in the woods nearby, there was a small wooden box under the tree. I brought it down to town quickly because it was so pretty.”

“The villagers also looked around, saying it was a very pretty and amazing box. But the lid of the box suddenly opened.”

“It was a Monster, Mimic.”

“But the villagers didn’t know what it really was. The box with the lid open had small teeth, a small tongue size, and two round eyes attached to the lid. What do people think this was? That’s what I thought about it. Then he heard a growling sound from the wooden box. I quickly went and get my snack and gave it to the box.”

“Since then, the wooden box has lived in a village under the name of Mimic.”

“At first, the villagers gave food what people usually ate, but soon they gave food that they couldn’t eat to Mimic instead of burying it in the ground. However, Mimic still ate them very deliciously.”

“Sometimes when Mimic pretended to be a box, and I wanted to open it. I was curious and wanted to see what was in the box.”

“But it was actually Mimic!”

“Yeah, it’s always been Mimic when I opened the lid. Also, there are times he pretends to be a birthday present. It was a very funny joke.”

The old man laughed very pleasantly. Then he lowered his voice low.

“And a few years later. A very scary monster appeared.”

The old man still couldn’t dare to say the name of the monster. Now the only person alive who went through it was the old man.

The old man was very terrified remembering it. The monster was clearly high-level.

Why such a fearsome monster appeared in such a small town, he didn’t know, as he was just an old villager man.

The Heri who chased the monster with the holy sword was covered in blood. The great hero could not beat the monster either.

Fortunately, at dawn, the village people hid within the darkness and the warrior was treated by the villagers.

“What kind of monster was that? Orcs? Trolls?”

“Werewolf!”

“Well, it was a horrible monster.”

The old man could not identify the monster after so long. He didn’t open his mouth just in case he would be caught by the children listening.

The children were curious but eventually gave up.

“The Hero said, Help me, I need to get rid of the monster right now.”

That’s what the Hero said, but what can a villager possibly do?

All the villagers could do was cure him.

It was then.

“Mimic! Mimic!”

“Mimic, this was a Mimic.” The surprised Hero shouted.

“Mimic? What’s wrong with Mimic?”

The villagers tilted their heads. For them, Mimic was just a wooden box, a food waste disposal. The Hero who took out the Holy Sword explained.

“That’s a monster. Monster such them lived only in the depths! But how can you be friendly with it?!”

“No, Mimic is very nice!”

The young version of the old man quickly hugged mimic within his arms. The Hero shouted.

“Hurry up and put it down! It’s a very dangerous monster!’

“No, Mimic! Mimic is very nice!”

The villagers, who were looking at the Hero and the child’s scuffle, blocked the child’s front. The chief at the time, the old man’s grandfather said.

“Hero, it’s not this child that matters now.”

The Hero, who was frowning at the chief’s words, sighed.

“I see, I see.”

The Hero who put the Holy Sword back in nodded. Mimic could be handle at any time. Now the monster was the problem.

At that time, Mimic, who ran out from the child’s arms, jumped in front of the Hero.

Mimic! Mimic!

‘……what is it?’

Mimic closed the lid and turned it into a wooden box.

The blunt Hero felt that defeating the monster was the reason for his life.

Why is it so pretty?

The small box was very shiny.

What’s inside, what’s in this beautiful box? He was curious. He wanted to open it.

The Hero, who was looking at the box, reached for the box.

“Dear Hero!”

‘……!?’

The Hero came to his senses at the call of the chief. The Her was on the verge of dying. With trembling fingers, he pointed at Mimic.

“What the hell is that!”

He destroyed many dungeons and eliminated all kinds of monsters……. No one has ever seduced the Hero this much.

As if he knew what was on the Heri’s mind, Mimic opened the lid, closed it, and shivered.

“Mimic! Mimic!”

“What’s wrong with Mimic?”

“Yeah, he’s usually a good guy…….”

Mimic jumped up and down and turned into a box in front of the Hero again.

The Heri was fully aware of the seduction skill of Mimic…but still he had no choice but to be beaten. The Hero who was tempted three times like that realized.

‘Yes, this Mimic…….’

The Hero said to the villagers.

“Let’s use Mimic to seduce monsters. And while the monster looked away, the warrior decided to take it away.”

“Mimic is in danger!”

“I’m scared of monsters!”

They knew what would happen next, but the kids still screamed as if it was the first time they heard it. People passing by smiled as they saw the children.

There were many times that they were like that.

“The villagers also love Mimic so much that they said no to the plan. But the brave Mimmi sided with the Hero.”

Eventually, the villagers left Mimic in the hands of the Hero.

The Hero put the small box on the table and said.

‘……I don’t know if you can understand me. But I think this is why you came to me. I’ll bring the Monster here. Then I want you to use your skill enough to seduce the Monster. In the meantime, I will destroy the Monster.’

The hero hesitated a little and continued.

‘So that you’re not in danger……I’ll get it over with it immediately. Be careful, too.’

“Mimic!”

When the sun went down, the Hero lured the hidden monster. There was a Mimic on the town’s center table. Then the monster chasing after the hero saw Mimic.

“Mimic be careful!”

The plans of the hero and Mimic were not wrong.

“Oh, what is this?’

The High-level monster was mesmerized and watched Mimic. He had never seen a box like this in hundreds of years. It was a box that he wanted to open right away and see what was inside. He wanted the stuff hidden inside the box.

“Ahahaha, these worms are offering me this treasure! All right, I’ll kill you guys very comfortably.”

The monster shouted.

People trembled inside their houses. It was more terrifying than they thought.

The monster held the box with both hands. He opened the box very carefully with his big sharp hand.

Then…

Something popped up from the chest. It was the white holy sword. There was a crack in the core of the monster and there was something shining in the center of the chest.

“Die, Monster!”

The hero gave powers to the Holy Sword.

Bajik.—!

The gold light became clear.

The monster head turned back. The sharp eyes of the monster met the eyes of the warrior.

‘I… oh, my……was it a trap?….’

Feeling blurred, the monster straightened his head again. He saw a box in his hand.

‘This is….’

The monster wanted what was in the box as he was dying. He knew it was a trap, but he wondered. “What on earth did they put in that he was so tempted to know?”

The Monster put his remaining strength to his hands. The box doesn’t matter. The contents inside were important.

“Bye! Bye!”

“Mimic!”

Mimic. It was a Mimic. The monster smiled in vain as he watched Mimic screaming in pain.

It’s just a Mimic. Low level no, a trash monster who couldn’t even rival a knight, seduced him. The Monster felt shame.

“I’m gonna kill you!”

The hero lifted the Holy Sword up. The monster’s head was split in half.

The Monster’s hands were weak and Mimic fell to the ground.

Before he knew it, the young (Kid version of the current old man) who came out from the house ran quickly and received the falling Mimic.

“Mimic!”

The villagers came out quickly, too.

Mimic’s body was ragged. He thought it would break right away if he touched it wrong.

The villagers shed tears regardless of child and adult.

The hero, who completely dealt with the Monster, walked in and knelt on one knee in front of Mimic, who was currently being held by the young old man.

Mimic’s eyes turned on the hero. The hero nodded at his low cry.

‘Mimic-mimic…’

The monster was now completely gone. Not only did the hero kill it himself, but he also burned himself to the ground without leaving ashes behind him.

Mimic’s lid rattled. The warrior and the villagers thought it was Mimic smiling.

The young old man who first met Mining and brought him to the village kept crying.

‘Well done, the villagers are safe. Thanks to you, I was able to deal with the Monster. Thank you.’

‘Mimic…’

The hero knew that, unlike other monsters, this little monster was special.

In the hero’s lifetime, this good monster was the first and last time this kind of Mimic would have been.

The sound of Mimic’s breathing subsided. Something rolled out through the gap of the dead body of Mimic.

The child who saw it burst into tears. It was around a little stone that the child gave to Mimic as a gift.

“That’s how Mimic died at the hands of the monster. The hero and the villagers created fountains and statues to express gratitude where Mimic’s dead body was placed.”

“Thank you, Mimic!”

“I feel sorry for Mimic!”

The children sobbed. The old man smiled when he remembered his best friend he had lost a long time ago.

Behind the old man, there was a statue on the fountain spouting water beautifully.

It was a statue of Mimic smiling brightly with the wooden lid open.

The small town has grown ever since. This was because the Hero defeated the devil and settled in this village.

The hero was given a title and received a large piece of land that included this village. Even after that, he ruled the territory very peacefully.

“It’s Elizabeth!”

The children jumped up and ran toward the wagon with wooden box-shaped patterns on it.

They were going to see Elizabeth, the hero’s great-granddaughter.

The window of the carriage opened and the little girl poked out her face.

The old man, who recalled the face of a hero from the girl’s face, laughed in vain.

Then someone came up to the side of the old man and sat down.

“Long time no see.”

“I see.”

“You always come. Every year today.”

The gray-haired middle-aged man smiled softly. When he came to this town and reached this place, he was relieved without realizing it.

“Today, isn’t it the day that Mimic died?”

The middle-aged man, the hero, saw the old man. The small child before is already this old.

The hero, who grows very slowly due to the power of God, wanders from place to place, hiding his identity, but still, he came to this town every year this day.

“I see. It’s already that time. Now that I’m older, I don’t know how the day goes.”

The old man laughed. The hero’s eyes turned to his great-granddaughter’s carriage. He was proud to see the pattern of the wooden box.

‘The king asked, What do you want to do with the pattern?’

The hero said. ‘I’d like a wooden box.’

Since then, when it was impossible to say that it was symbolizing Mimic, wooden boxes wrapped in laurels became the signature of the hero.

“He was a very special guy.”

“Yes, he was a very nice and a good friend.”

The hero looked at the sky. The blue sky made him feel better.

“God must have given him his next life, what do you think he’s doing by now?”

“I see. In his next life…….”

The old man grinned.

“He is seducing other people, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

The hero laughed as he recalled Mimic, with who he had a short meeting but have a precious relationship.

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Mimic, who has seduced both the hero and the monster, is now preparing to seduce his next target!

“Seojun will prepare for the shoot!”

Seojun clenched his hands tightly and vowed to sell the boxes out.