Chapter 89

EP.89 Good Boy Kim Taeyang and the Saint Who Digs Her Own Grave

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof! ]

[ I've Never Experienced Death: Are you crazy? ]

[ I've Never Experienced Death: What if he really bites you? ]

[ I've Never Experienced Death: Why would you bite with your mouth when you have perfectly good knuckles? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Master told me to, so I did. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: That's all there is to it. ]

[ I've Never Experienced Death: Hey, you idiot! Hahaha ]

[ Sniping Sub-Character 5: So dramatic! Hahaha ]

[ Planet of Sand: Are these people playing the same game as me? ]

[ Planet of Sand: It's a bit too much... ]

『 Kim Taeyang has eliminated the sealed sword warrior.

Cause: Carotid artery bleeding (87%), contusion (9%) 』

He really bit him to death.

Despite what others might say, Kim Taeyang's character, who perfectly carried out my orders, managed to escape to the rear of the battlefield before being surrounded by the enemy.

When he found my character, the Saint, he quickly ran over and crouched down.

He looked like he would have been wagging his tail if he had one.

Oh, he even stuck out his tongue and panted.

It was a cute sight.

If it weren't for the blood all over his face and mouth.

The bite marks on his mouth, almost destroyed, were pitiful.

While petting his lowered head, I entered the command for a healing spell.

As the explanation for the holy spell appeared, the Saint's field of view began to narrow.

I can confidently say that I am faster and more accurate than anyone else at this.

To match my accuracy and speed in casting and manifesting holy spells, they would probably need to bring in a pro.

After all, I've been doing this every day, sometimes even skipping meals, so it would be strange if I weren't good at it.

Before long, the healing from the Saint's murmurs and prayers caressed Kim Taeyang's face.

Gaia's form shone brightly in the holy veil that enveloped Kim Taeyang, proving the high level of the healing.

Although Gaia, upon confirming that Kim Taeyang was male, immediately frowned and shook her head,

she did not take back the divine power she had bestowed, as if she couldn't refuse the earnest plea of her devotee, the Saint.

Though her expression was somewhat sour.

Then, the goddess looked at the Saint's face with a long, steady gaze.

Her eyes and mouth curved in a way that suggested satisfaction.

Gaia's expression was clearly different from when she looked at Kim Taeyang, and she soon disappeared from the world.

“...”

...This woman is really being treated like a goddess.

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?

What's the point of putting in such a setting?

Forget it. The developers' weird tastes aren't something to worry about during an important promotion match.

I once again scribbled the magic words that would lead to victory in this game.

[ Saint: Bite! ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Woof woof woof! ]

...

『 Match ended.

By leading the battle to victory, you have proven yourself to be a great hero...

The tribal chief of the barbarian warriors, in place of the lost chief...

...

...

...I wish you the best in achieving the remaining one victory! 』

I thought it would be a tough promotion match, but after winning two matches in a row so easily, I felt much better.

I was feeling depressed just a moment ago, but winning the game really is the best way to cheer up.

Do I have bipolar disorder or something?

Well, maybe I do, but more importantly,

thanks to Kim Taeyang, who did as I asked, I'm no longer feeling depressed.

This is why people keep pets.

No matter what others say, it feels good to know someone is on your side.

[ Kim Taeyang: Did I do well? ]

[ Saint: You were the best. ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Then let's do that thing, that thing. ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'That thing.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: What thing? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: 'Nya nya.' ]

[ Planet of Sand: ?? ]

With such a broad-minded attitude, I could forgive all these chats.

Why? When dogs are in heat, they often mount their owner's arm or leg.

It's an instinctive action as a living being, so it's hard to say anything about it.

I just seriously need to consider getting him neutered.

[ Kim Taeyang: Why do I suddenly feel a chill? ]

[ Kim Taeyang: Ahem. ]

After the match, I apologized to Kim Taeyang and ended the game.

Thank you, my dog. I'll definitely get you neutered, no matter the cost.

With that, I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I had shed all my worries and concerns.

...

It was the afternoon of the next day.

As usual, it was time to start the broadcast.

I gathered my scattered thoughts once more.

Yesterday, I suddenly felt so depressed that I caused trouble for others.

Even if it wasn't noticeable, it still shouldn't have happened. It was wrong to make people who watch my broadcast for fun feel bad.

I would have to work harder today to make up for it.

So, I brought the replay.

The second match of the promotion battle with Kim Taeyang.

It was a game that demonstrated the virtues of a priest.

A textbook-perfect priest play.

Showing this, people would surely find it interesting.

Especially with the combination of the trained Kim Taeyang and the Saint as his trainer.

If they praised me for doing so well, I would have to modestly say it was nothing.

It's not that I wanted to be praised, but I felt it was my duty to reassure them.

“...”

Huh?

What are they talking about?

Are they saying I'm in pain? Me?