Chapter 144
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: Side Story: S-Rank Porter of the Hero's Party
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The author Yoo Eun-ha has given me this ordeal.
I really don't want to deal with something this annoying, but she promised that if I pull it off, she'll make the next hundred years feel like just ten.
As if. It's gotta be some passive skill. Handing it over straight up wouldn't make a difference anyway.
The errand is to take the Hero and the Demon King story she was writing and personally steer it to a happy ending.
In other words, I have to become the hero and defeat the Demon King.
That's what I thought at first.
She said time in the library wouldn't flow until I defeated it and came back, so when I wake up there, Rachel will just think I took a nap.
Meaning I'm the only one who has to bust my ass here and get back.
I learned that this world I'd dropped into—the world of Hero and the Demon King—was one of those isekai setups straight out of Japanese light novels.
You know, guilds, dungeons, abilities, all that jazz.
Think of it as a medieval version of Earth after the Hunter Age hit.
Yeah. Language patches and everything else I needed? All provided. Nice.
But the problem is...
"Fuck me."
"They couldn't even give me saintess, archer, or warrior? Anything but this!"
I flipped out looking at my status screen.
Hell, even a heroine candidate would've been fine! I could've ditched the hero and built a yuri harem! But porter? A porter?
I hate to say it myself, but making a perfect beauty like me—who's no amazon or musclebound brute—a porter?
I felt my blood pressure spike for the first time ever.
I wanted to smash the damn status screen, but there's probably no changing the assigned role now.
Pushing the garbage status aside, I steeled myself: I had to join the hero party and somehow crush the Demon King.
According to the original Hero and the Demon King, porters join hero parties through the guild.
Should've known something was up when the porter got so much screentime. Sigh.
Anyway, I headed to the guild to register as a porter and apply for a party spot.
"Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild. I'm receptionist Marie. How can I help you?"
"No fucking way!"
I was stunned the second I walked in.
The guild had a beastkin receptionist. A cat-eared one, no less!
Beastkin exist in other worlds, but they're rare as hell. First time seeing one up close.
Black cat ears, black hair, brown eyes, killer figure.
Can't resist this.
"Hey, beastkin sis. Wanna slimy slug-fuck later?"
"Pardon?"
I lost my purpose in an instant.
Snapping back at the sight of the cat girl perking up her ears warily.
"Shit. Wrong vibe. Anyway, I'm a porter. Can I join?"
"Um, porters need their abilities verified before we register them as such."
Piece of cake with a subspace!
Turns out porter registration is simple. One-time deal anyway—they just have you lift stuff in front of the guild master and assign a rank based on that.
"I'm Guild Master Chaerjolsig."
"Hi there."
The guy checking my rank looked just like Choi Cheol-sik. Bald, too.
Too similar to that name, right?
"You look like a weak girl, though. You sure you can handle it? Even guys can't all be porters. Need some muscle. And you're no beastkin."
Is this dude discriminating?
"Just give me the load."
Guild Master Chaerjolsig pointed to a ridiculously huge boulder, like "try it."
I shoved it into my subspace and pulled it back out.
"This good enough?"
"Incredible! That's S-rank porter material! Kahaha! First S-rank porter in my life! What a shame! With talent like that, any other job would've been perfect."
Is this old fart praising or pitying me? Fuck off.
Anyway, my subspace ability seems pretty damn useful for a porter.
The hero party showed up at the capital guild of the kingdom where I was staying, just like expected.
I hunkered down in a corner, munching guild rations and watching.
"Oh, isn't this the hero and crew?"
"Haha, no need to hype us up. We're just travelers ourselves."
"So, what's up?"
"Looking for a porter."
There it was. Porter hunt. Story on track.
"A porter?"
"Luggage is piling up. Figured we need one."
"Not a bad idea. Lucky timing—a perfect porter joined recently. S-rank, even."
"Whoa, really?"
Hah, the mighty Yongyong reduced to a mere porter.
Fantasy Choi Cheol-sik. Bet this guy's from another world originally.
My profile ended up in the hero's hands like a resume.
For the record, I'd wrapped a cloth turban around my head.
Underneath: leather outfit and cloak. Total porter gear.
With my eyes half-hidden, no one would swarm me wherever I went.
Otherwise, they'd lose their minds over my looks.
"Impressive. A girl with that kind of skill. Regular porters wouldn't cut it for our long journey. Care to lend your strength to our hero party?"
"Full benefits and fat paycheck? I'm in."
And just like that, I joined the hero party.
As expected, the hero was a sweet-faced blond pretty boy, surrounded by nothing but beauties like some harem protag.
Still, if they're not hooked yet, I might have a shot at them?
Official intros time. The heroines—minus this hunk—were all scowling.
First up: our shiny-geared, obvious gear-carry hero.
"I'm the hero, Ruin! From a backwater village called Tuto, chosen by the goddess. This is Plena, my fiancée from the earfolk. Over there's my childhood friend priestess, Ruina. And the mage I met on the road, Ruel."
"What? Fuck."
They were already conquered before I could make a move?
You could tell from their eyes. Hearts galore. Plena and the rest—all done deals.
Plena looks elven.
Whatever. Who am I? Indomitable Yongyong.
Time for yuri NTR! I'll wedge in between the juices.
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
My turn. "Yoo Eun-ha" won't fly here. Yongyong? Nah.
Silverluke? Heroines already have Silverluke-whatevers.
Isekai name: Dragon Silverluke. Dragon in English: Dragon Silverluke.
Sounds decent?
"Yongyong Silverluke."
"What an odd name. Yongyong Silverluke?"
Even I think it's weird.
"Age: eternally 17. Dragon Silverluke."
"Ooh, cool name. A dragon, huh."
Ruin's eyes sparkled innocently. Pure, heroic vibe full of curiosity and justice.
And this guy conquered the heroines?
Bullshit. He hasn't fucked them.
Probably just sweet-talk and showmanship reeling them in.
"Hold on. You don't look like you could porter to save your life."
Mage Ruel came at me snide right away.
"Why not?"
"Why? With that frail body?"
True, I look delicate on the outside. So that's their angle—testing me?
"Hmph. We're fine without you. Ruin, ignore this pretty face."
"Yeah, S-rank? Probably slept her way to it with that bald geezer."
These bitches think they can talk shit just 'cause they look fuckable? I'll end them.
Who do they think I am!
I thumped my chest.
"I can do it."
"Hmph. Talk is cheap—even a kid claims they beat the Demon King."
True. I conquer the world from my room too.
"Kukuku. Knew you'd say that, so I prepared."
"Ooh, what?"
I pulled items from subspace and stored them again.
Hunk hero Ruin clapped. Yeah, you get me.
"Impressive, right? That's my porter skill. Store you all and the hero's gear, head to the next city solo, release you—comfy trip, yeah?"
"You're fun! Let's go together!"
"Ooh, pay up and I'll work hard!"
Money's whatever, but acting greedy keeps the pussies off my back.
"Just a greedy gold-digger, huh?"
"Fine by me. Weak without her power anyway."
"We got this regardless."
Fucking bitches. Hating hard. I wanna eat you, not the hero.
Should've gone male?
Nah, hero'd flip. Girl's safer?
Whatever. No way to switch anyway.
[System Message: Granted cross-dressing skill for times like this!]
"Why tell me now?"
I could've planned better!
[System Message: Could be.]
I wanted to knuckle-flick author Yoo Eun-ha so bad.
Thus began my hero party life.
Surprisingly, hero hunk Ruin treated me nice. During hunts, meals—overly so, giving me a twinge of guilt.
Then one day.
"Hey, you."
The heroines cornered me en masse.
Like high school bullies dragging out a loner to mess with.
Me, mighty Yongyong, a pariah?
But hey, not bad. Time to show these bitches my true feelings.
"Yeah?"
"What's your game joining this party?"
"Money, duh?"
"Then any party's fine. No need for hero party."
Is that hero-party-brain talk? Regular parties and hero parties earn leagues apart.
"Sigh. Ladies. You were hero party from the start, slept in luxury, so you're naive. For trash like me, hero party's the ticket up. Porter for a random party vs. hero party—which looks better?"
"Hmm, fair."
"Wait, you just shaded us naturally."
Mage Ruel nitpicked.
"Could happen. Why so petty, hero party ladies?"
"What'd you say?"
"Sigh. Look, I'm not into the hero. Quit picking fights?"
Can't like dick anyway.
Worst case, if I go full bitch-mode... not the hero. His lower half screams tiny.
"Wh-what? You little."
Blushing hit home. Cute, almost.
"Enough. She's right, yeah? Looks-wise, she's something else."
Priestess eyed me head to toe, smirking.
Judging by my rags, I'm street trash to her.
Good. Laugh it up. I'll have you whimpering under me like bitches later.
Thought of night raid, but they gave me a separate tent. Consideration? Nah. Not letting me in the girls-only tent. Pariah confirmed.
Fine by me. No eyes on me while I do my thing.
I pulled out the Hero and Demon King script.