PP Chapter 19

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Ah! If I say gather, then gather! You damn creepy bastards!!

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: I told you I’m busy.

[Guild] Non-Tanking Tank: What’s going on?

[Guild] Non-Tanking Tank: Gasp, did someone get posted on the Incident Board again? ㅠㅅㅠ

Like a true hard gamer who leaves the game on while doing other things, ‘Non-Tanking Tank’ reacted a beat late.

[Guild] Non-Tanking Tank: Actually, yesterday in the dungeon, I saw a DPS talking nonsense to a newbie so I…… acted a bit emotionally. If it’s me, I’m sorry in advance ㅠㅅㅠ

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Huh? What did you do?

[Guild] Non-Tanking Tank: Ah…… I pulled all the mobs to the end of the dungeon, ran to the DPS, and then turned off my enmity ㅠㅅㅠ

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: Loool

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Lmao ♡♡ I never would have imagined that ㅠ

After briefly losing her words at that sorrowful confession, ‘Cherry Coke’ typed with an absurd expression.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: No…… even though our guild is gathered with troublemakers like that, I didn’t call you for that.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: I told you we’re doing a farewell party for that bastard Won.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: And even if u did get posted it’s fne, damn. In a place gathered only with bastards who get posted on the Incident Board as naturally as taking a hike up the neighborhood mountain, how would that be breaking news?

True to being the second-in-command—self-proclaimed—of a guild gathered with nothing but Incident Board stars, ‘Cherry Coke’ embraced even the faults of the guild.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Anyway, everyone!!! Do you know what I’m trying to say?!

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: I’ve said it three times. I’m busy right now.

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: If you drag this out one more time, I’m really blocking you.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Ah, this bastard is so impatient. Okay, okay, I’ll say it.

Getting up from on top of ‘FastAndPissedOff,’ ‘Cherry Coke’ used an emotion expression to give an elegant greeting.

Even though they said they hated it, to get lost, or to stop bullshitting, the guild members found themselves focused on her and watched quietly.

With their cursors hovering over the limited-edition Christmas ‘Throw Snowball’ emote so they could throw it at any moment if she started sprouting nonsense.

And ‘Cherry Coke,’ unaware of this, bowed repeatedly before raising both arms and speaking.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Ahem, my lovely troublemakers!

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: = You absolute f♡♡king scumbag bastards!

[Guild] Cherry Coke: You all know our proud Guild Master has received the calling of our country, right? It’s incredibly unfortunate news, but tomorrow. No wait! Today!!! He says he’s leaving today!!!

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: F♡♡king finallyㅋ He’s finally leavingㅋ

Yes, it was an interpretation so perfect there was no way to refute it.

A silence as still as the calm before a storm flowed for a few seconds. Soon, as if prearranged, over a dozen chat messages popped up simultaneously.

Most of them were filled with ‘lol,’ looking more joyful than ever.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Looool

[Guild] Professor Execution: Lmao you crazy bastards lol

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Looool

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Lmfaooooo you sons of b♡♡ches

Naturally, Won was there as well.

Even though he was in a position to be imprisoned in the jail called the military after receiving his country’s call in a few hours.

But even so, where would that gaming-crazed nature go. Hardcore gamers were the type of species who, even if the world were ending tomorrow, would log into a game and say, ‘Did you guys hear? The world’s ending tomorrow lol.’

Won, who had been quietly watching the guild members’ banter with his arms crossed, typed into the chat.

[Guild] Won: I haven’t left yet.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Daddy’s not asleep.

Unlike the other guild members who became well-behaved at Won’s warning-that-wasn’t-quite-a-warning, ‘Cherry Coke,’ who kept acting up until the end, only shut her mouth after facing the threat of being kicked out of the guild.

Actually, she only shut her mouth; she continued to repeatedly use the laughing emotion expression while targeting Won.

Veins popped on Won’s forehead at the sentences ‘Cherry Coke laughs at Won’ that were practically spamming the chat window.

Sweeping his hair back with a gesture of annoyance, Won looked at the small box sitting on his large computer desk with strange eyes.

It was none other than what Dohwa had handed him this evening—no, yesterday evening—giving the ridiculous reason that it was an enlistment gift.

He had been staying still, regardless of whether his foal-like guild members were running wild or not, because he was agonizing over what kind of gift that sly, unpredictable peach had given him.

“What am I going to do with this peach……”

Won, holding the box that fit perfectly in his large hand, muttered softly.

Because Won’s hands were large, the box looked exceptionally small. He rolled the box around on his palm.

Then, he set the box down on the desk and lightly pulled the neatly tied ribbon to undo it.

After opening the box, Won stared at what was inside for a very long time.

“……Ha!”

He had thought it felt a bit heavy for its size, but inside the box sat a round, pink peach ceramic.

To top it off, as if worried the peach might break, the box was filled to the brim with light pink bubble wrap.

With a strange face, Won pinched the light pink bubble wrap laid beneath the peach between his thumb and index finger.

In all his life, this was the first time he had ever received a peach ceramic as a gift.

He didn’t even have a clue how to react to this.

After setting the bubble wrap back down, Won stared at the peach in the box like he was looking at an alien, before raising a hand to sweep over his mouth.

Then, he pressed down hard on the corners of his lips, which had curled up without him even realizing it, with his fingers.

Won carefully took the peach out of the box. It had clumsy parts that suggested it wasn’t something sold in a store.

Although it didn’t say anywhere that he had made it himself, Won was certain that Dohwa had made this peach personally.

Stroking the smooth peach with his fingertip, Won happened to find a piece of paper inside the box.

“What’s this now.”

Setting the ceramic peach on the desk for a moment, he soon pulled the paper out of the box.

Unfolding the paper that had been neatly folded twice, he saw a drawing instead of the letter he had expected.

The man in the drawing, smiling with his chin propped up and his head tilted at an angle, was none other than Seonwoo Won, himself.

It was very much like Dohwa to draw it with a pink colored pencil instead of the graphite usually used for drawing.

Staring blankly at the drawing, Won soon let out a chuckle and muttered.

“What the hell, Peach, you were so worried about what you’d do if you couldn’t get into college because you had no talent. Who says you have no talent.”

Gently rubbing the folded creases and carefully smoothing it out, Won chuckled softly. He had received all sorts of gifts in his life, but this was another first.

Tapping on the desk while contemplating something, Won eventually picked up his phone.

“It’s not like he’s asking me to peel it and eat it. This is the first time a guy has acted like this.”

Then, he left a text message for the peach, who was likely busy wandering through dreamland.

After sending the final text, Won spoke to the guild members, who he’d be f♡♡king sick to look at next.

[Guild] Won: I’m going to sleep, you bastards.

[Guild] Won: Thanks for making the end so f♡♡king terrible, and I don’t care how many times you guys get posted on the Incident Board, just don’t disband the guild.

[Guild] Won: Oh, and treat Peach well. I’m saying this again, but if any f♡♡ker other than Peach touches the 4th safe, they’ll die by my hands.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Wow… Wow look at that bastard just openly firing curses now that Peach isn’t here. You got a problem with your personality?

[Guild] Won: Why are you acting like this is news?

Won, who replied coldly rather than bluntly, logged out just like that.

[‘Won’ has logged out.]

[Guild] Cherry Coke: No…… did he really go? For real?? He’s just going like that??

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: See, this is why I said we shouldn’t do a military farewell party for hyung.

[Guild] Cherry Coke: F♡♡k what is this. It became a Won farewell party without Won.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: ……I have to go to work in a few hours, why am I here?

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: Because of Cherry Coke noona.

[Guild] 21st Century No Yeah: Die!!

[Guild] Cherry Coke: Aaaack f♡♡k!!!!! The slave went crazy!!!

[Guild] FastAndPissedOff: Wow, it’s a 21st-century revolution.