Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Business Expansion (2)
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Clang! Clang!
In the equipment division, bare-chested men were hammering away.
A supervisor grabbed an outsider wandering near the forge.
“Who’re you?”
“Parachute drop.”
Gonghyeok entered the office and tossed down the blueprint.
“Make it.”
The design chief in charge of magic tools adjusted his monocle and examined the blueprint.
“A combat two-wheeled mount? This is basically motorcycle-level design?”
“It’s gear for the knight society later.”
“Magic barriers? Spiral horn cusps? Magnetic field generators? What the hell are these unheard-of things?”
The design chief was dumbfounded by the blueprint filled with over-the-top technology.
“All necessary. If I say make it, make it.”
“But even if we want to, we need something that makes sense.”
“She’ll explain that part.”
Into the smithy filled with sparks and noise stepped a girl in a dress.
She entered the office calmly with her parasol and greeted them.
“Good day. Please take care of this humble girl.”
“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you.”
The middle-aged design chief shook her hand in bewilderment.
He then eyed Gonghyeok suspiciously.
*Who the hell is this chick?*
Gonghyeok nodded, answering his gaze.
“She’s Dorothea, newly appointed as the company’s advanced tech consultant. Origin: dimensional refugee. Race: vampire.”
“Advanced tech consultant, my ass. When did that position even exist?”
“Right now.”
The bold reply left the design chief staggering, strength draining from his body.
Gonghyeok shook his head.
“Hey now, don’t get too thrilled about partnering with a pretty girl. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Not curious.”
As the design chief barely held back a curse and glared at the insane parachute drop, Gonghyeok patted his shoulder gently.
“Truth is, she’s not just beautiful. Take a good look.”
“Oh my, such undeserved praise.”
She slipped her hand into the slit at her thigh and hiked up her skirt.
The design chief gave up on everything and closed his eyes.
“Not just beautiful, but slutty too?”
“What’re you talking about? Look in front.”
The design chief opened his eyes.
On the gray desk sat mechanical parts and a few more blueprints.
Items pulled from inside her skirt.
“What’s this?”
The design chief picked up a part from her skirt.
Crude at a glance, but a meticulously designed mechanism.
Dorothea cleared her throat lightly.
“Parts and blueprints from my homeland.”
“Homeland?”
“Exactly that.”
Gonghyeok chimed in with the explanation.
“As a dimensional refugee, she’s versed in tech humanity doesn’t have yet. Ask her for help on anything unfamiliar in the blueprints.”
“God save us. So that nonsense earlier was real?”
The design chief shouted urgently.
“Brokk! Eitri! Design analysis!”
The Norse dwarf brothers, who had forged Mjolnir and Draupnir among countless weapons, appeared as avatars.
[Component structure analyzed, virtual design integration complete.]
[91% compatibility. Further refinements possible after research.]
“Oooooh! This is definitely... worth a shot!”
The chief looked at Gonghyeok with blazing eyes.
“This needs floatstone, right!? That’s a 3rd-floor pirate ship quest item—barely any around!”
He lit a cigarette lightly.
“Personally stockpiled thousands on the 3rd and 4th floors.”
“You’re the best, the absolute best!”
“Then whip up 100 prototypes as a test. I’m out.”
Gonghyeok left the office, leaving the excited design chief behind.
Through the cigarette smoke, Dorothea waved gracefully.
Of course, she had no knowledge of advanced magic engineering.
Her world was medieval-level, even if magic was developed.
Both the blueprint and prototype had come from Gonghyeok.
They were a bit rough without the related skills, but the theory was solid, so no major issues.
With their souls linked, she could bluff just fine.
“Stuck Dorothea in both spots somehow.”
Dorothea wasn’t just in the company—she’d snagged a role in the necropolis too.
Claim the city lord was a dimensional refugee, and her ID was sorted.
Now, as an official dimensional refugee, the system recognized her for missions.
Growth systems and item ownership no problem. No avatar was a shame, but he could slap one on via rewards or curse items.
*Guard Sand or whatever. She was a heavenly knight originally. Just gradually lift the output limits.*
Puffing on his pipe, he entered the company construction office when someone shot up to greet him.
“Internal affairs director! Director!”
It was Jeong Hyeondo, who’d been at the food production division.
“The food division’s in an uproar right now!”
“About what.”
He slammed down the documents he held.
“Settling the city in one spot—what the hell does that mean!”
The document title read: *City Settlement Site, Reclamation Plan*.
Plans to settle the city, form farms around it, and convert nearby forests and underground dungeons into livestock ranches.
Gonghyeok said calmly.
“What’s the big deal? I came here because we’re adding more external buildings anyway.”
Jeong Hyeondo’s throat bobbed.
“You’re serious.”
“Of course. Those base ops in nearly 200 dungeons weren’t for nothing. Settling the city ends our nomad days—that’s the goal.”
“Sounds nice, but what about the giant monsters?”
Countless nomadic cities had mobility for a reason.
Like the reaper Urben on the 5th floor, it was crawling with factions and monsters.
Desert Dragon Deserio, Great Deathworm, Ghost Knight Order—boss mobs like that, plus powerful dimensional refugee groups aiming to invade nomadic cities.
“Smash ’em. Or recruit as residents.”
“Easy to say, but is it really possible?”
“If the knight society moves to our satellite city, defense is doable. We’ve got high-potential hunters we’re grooming ahead of time.”
Jeong Hyeondo’s eyebrow arched skeptically.
“Why would the knight society move to a satellite city? Think a brother-city pact means they’ll play ball like that?”
Tap, tap.
Ash from the pipe rained onto Jeong Hyeondo’s nose bridge.
“Ugh!”
“Don’t overthink it.”
Gonghyeok looked down at him clutching his nose and backing away.
“I’ve got it all figured out. Who do you think I am? Forgotten Sesque already? Or what you went through?”
“......”
Jeong Hyeondo fell silent, not even brushing off the ash.
Gonghyeok had offed Sesque for no apparent reason—he was a traitor. Took out the lich king, claimed the seat, and manipulated the external affairs director and chairman from the shadows.
*Does he have a future-sight avatar or something?*
Future this, assassin that—made him seem mentally ill, but the confident attitude and everything falling perfectly into place bred those suspicions.
“Understood. I spoke out of turn.”
Jeong Hyeondo bowed and retreated.
Gonghyeok passed him and headed to the construction desk.
*Demoralized him too much?*
Gonghyeok took a deep drag on his pipe.
Even the most capable people stagnate if crushed and steeped in defeatism.
In that sense, Jeong Hyeondo was a proven talent.
“Chaldea warlord multiple times, after all.”
“Pardon?”
A construction exec blinked at the random mutter, but Gonghyeok waved it off.
“Nothing. Gather geotransmutation users and chemists to reinforce the buildings.”
He’d played the human, hasty manager role—even the assassination attempt on him had been pretty elaborate.
If he hadn’t known Martunis vice-chief and Jeong Hyeondo were devil contractors.
“Um, director.”
After the meeting, the execs were sweating.
“Our designs were the max we could squeeze within budget...”
Snap!
Gonghyeok, lounging with crossed arms, snapped his fingers.
A message from the new owner’s absolute vault.
[Summoning items from Absolute Vault.]
[Items: ‘S-grade gear x10’, ‘A-grade gear x2,000’, ‘Mine gold bars x500’.]
Gear and gold bars.
Before a scrap heap piled up, he acted again.
[Special conversion skill ‘Midas’ Hand (U.SS)’ activated.]
[Items converted to equivalent value in coins.]
[Gear and gold bars become ‘450 Blue Coins’.]
The coins stacked neatly on the table.
The execs gulped at the luscious blue glow.
“Never seen this many blues.”
“This could bump stats from B to S-grade in one go?”
He calmed the murmuring execs.
“The chairman secured this budget personally.”
“The chairman himself?”
“As expected, investing warlord-level funds, huh.”
Gonghyeok exhaled serenely, surveying the room.
“Budget short? I’ll sell off personal assets to cover it. Start immediately.”
The execs nodded, pulling the coin piles closer.
Their gleaming eyes held the instinct that hits humans seeing massive cash.
Gonghyeok sighed faintly.
“Embezzle moderately.”
“N-No, we’d never think—”
“Overdo it, and you’ll meet the chairman face-to-face.”
Survivors of facing the chairman were a handful in the company.
As the execs broke cold sweats at the veiled death sentence.
Someone knocked.
“Um, oppa.”
The one person in the company who could call him ‘oppa.’
Ha Yeonsi.
“Yeah? What’s up, Yeonsi. No tasks for you, right?”
10th-floor mission.
They’d clashed killing Sesque, stuck in a cold standoff since.
Awkward to even talk, that vibe.
But one thing was clear.
Even if they killed each other, they’d respect each other’s choices.
That promise let Gonghyeok give her free rein as much as possible.
*An angel appeared. She returned anew, forging a future I haven’t experienced.*
A different her from the past.
What results could she yield?
How far could her drive to achieve something reach?
Gonghyeok quietly yearned for that.
What he himself had lost.
The protagonist Ha Yeonsi entered with an awkward expression.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
“No, no, come in.”
“Word is you’re the director’s lady now...”
Ha Yeonsi froze stiff.
“Ah, hold on. Isn’t that jumping the gun? We’ve barely held hands...”
“You kissed on the 3rd floor.”
“Eek!?”
“Heh heh heh, young love, eh? Bet that’s not all.”
Ha Yeonsi’s face flushed at Gonghyeok’s jab.
The execs smirked inwardly at the sudden youthful vibe but played wholesome dads with daughters, chiming in enthusiastically.
“Whew~”
Gonghyeok watched the chatter, then asked.
“So, Yeonsi. What brings you here?”
“Oh, people from Deus arrived.”
“Deus?”
[Confirmed 3/13 Rosario executives from Deus.]
[Visitors: 2nd seat Ben-Hur, 9th seat Jehman, 13th seat Marcus.]
GM provided map intel the moment Deus was mentioned.
“Rosario’s 13 seats, huh.”
“You heard already? Ben-Hur and Marcus visited the orphanage before.”
“Yeah. Perfect timing.”
He’d have sought them out if they hadn’t come.
*Let’s chat nice and cozy with that damn traitor bastard.*
A member of Deus’s top echelon, ‘Rosario.’
The rock-solid human scum who betrayed him 13 times across 13 lives.
Time to meet the ‘Serpent of Rosario.’