Hearing the name of my pen, my eyes were wide open, because could this bastard even name my pen like this, Hanju?! What the fuck? Why the fuck did he name it Hanju? Hearing his words, I was getting hanju now.
He literally named my pen with such a lame word; I thought that he must have picked up some OP name or something unpredictable, but to think this creep named it after tears.
Hanjus are the only thing in my eyes that was left, and now I was wondering if he found out that I held his hanju with me. How was he going to react? Like, "How dare you touch my hanju, my lovely little hanju!" Seriously, even imagining it gives me a creepy vibe from him.
While Ashoka was greatly taken by his story and was thinking about something, Bastard was staring at me with a way too intense glare.
I was feeling that he might at any moment unleash his screams of his hanju from me.
To think that I wasn't able to predict such a thing, but how could anyone even predict such a name? Like, I thought that it must be some kind of fancy name for such a pen, but he was using a lame name for it, but I should ask him about the origins of this name.
So I took a deep breath while composing myself and spoke: "But why are you calling your pen 'hanju'? And why the fuck are you even crying about a mere pen? If you tell us, we can help you escape, and you can just live in a fancy manner in our world!"
Hearing my words, his eyes turned cold, and he spoke with drunk expressions: "Brat, you don't know what my hanju can do? It can create anything it wants, and the thing would be far better than anything any pesky god could ever think about.
As for escaping this stupid realm, it isn't that bad, but I want my pen to wage war on these bastards and crush these assholes for ruining my realm and my family, and after destroying them, I will recreate my entire realm!"
Hearing his words, I realized that the more I talk to him, the more my pen will slip from my grip, so it was time to change the plan and to ask this bastard one final time if he wants to escape or not, because I was feeling greatly insecure about my pen.
So I spoke while gesturing towards Ashoka: "Creep, ask him if he wants to leave with us, or I am going to leave here alone. Even the otaku didn't respond to our calls, and without him escaping, this place would be real trouble!"
Hearing my words, he looked at me in a sketchy manner and spoke: "Brat, this trouble is feeling real messy, so I ask you that we should leave this place real soon because I am feeling a strange kind of discomfort in this place, as if something is approaching us, and his pace doesn't look that friendly, so you ask him a final time, and if he doesn't want to leave, then we are leaving, no matter if that creep comes or not, we are leaving this shithole back!"
Hearing his words, I nodded and spoke to that Jivan guy: 'Well, Mr. King, we heard you, but you see, we are running out of time here, so better tell us straight: are you coming or not?' because my creep just told me that there's another asshole reaching this place, so quickly tell us!"
Hearing our words, he spoke to us while looking at drinks and said, "Ok, you got some more drinks with you?"
Hearing his words, we gave him a smile and told him to get ready. Seeing us smile, he stood up while drinking his bottle, and seeing it, Ashoka took a deep breath before screaming, "Bastard, where do you think you are hiding? Come quickly; we are leaving this place now and returning home, so get your ass over here now!"
As soon as he shouted, we saw that this motherfucker came right beside Ashoka with a pretty dark expression and spoke: "What were you saying, asshole? You puny mortal dared to think of me as a travelling cart, you fucker. If you again dare to blabber shit about me, you are getting your balls in your mouth, you got it?"
Hearing his words, we gave each other a nasty smirk while Jivan was still quite distant from Otaku, and I spoke with a smile: "Otaku, I didn't know you have such love for balls. If you are that interested, we have four balls for you. Want to know them in detail, hahaahaaa!"
Hearing my words, Otaku made an annoyed expression and spoke while sighing, "Master, not you also? Why are you taking sides with this creep? This asshole was calling me like I was some kind of public transport; he didn't even request me to appear, bastard!"
Hearing his words, Ashoka spoke with the same nasty smirk: "Bastard, if you wanted me to request, you should have asked my balls; they are way better at pleasing women! Besides that, let's leave this stupid place; I am sensing another asshole reaching this place, and I don't think he is in a good mood!"
Hearing his words, Otaku thought for some moments and spoke with a serious tone: "Yup, that guy surely won't chat like this, king; he always used his fists more than his tongue, and that's why he's been single his entire life. So yeah, let's leave this stupid place!"
Hearing his words, we nodded and got close to him. Well, Jivan, despite being drunk, was still not getting close to him, and it was surely understandable that betrayal hurts the most in the entire world.
So we also didn't make much fun of him, but still the drunk king was far better than that normal king; he was too funny and interesting, unlike that normal old coot.
But as we were about to teleport, Otaku's face started to look pale, and he tried to force a smile before speaking in a terrorized manner: "Who's going to tell Nicole about this entire thing about this king guy?"