Chapter 303 Nothing Special Happened
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 303
Chapter Title: Nothing Special Happened
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As the days passed, Jeong Yoo-shin's tension eased.
He had a scuffle with the trash guys from the Eastern District and died once after a duel before coming back to life, but he didn't mind.
The Mage Tower old men made a mistake and misinterpreted the dimensional travel magic tool, but that was fine too.
Because he got to meet 'Skars’ scattered across multiple dimensions.
It was truly fascinating.
There were various 'Skars’ existing in the multiverse.
Their appearances and tastes were slightly different from his, but they all had a fundamental commonality.
The 'Skars' quite enjoyed their lives in Labyrinth City.
Sometimes they wandered around various districts alone, and sometimes they flocked together in a group.
There were times when Jeong Yoo-shin joined them, and there were times when he couldn't because he was busy.
He wasn't disappointed.
Because they still had plenty of time.
Thanks to Ezdras's seal on the 20th floor being restored, nothing unusual happened in the labyrinth.
Perhaps the mystic guy's 'warning' was effective, as there were no guys from the Eastern District picking fights with him either.
And the darkness of the labyrinth no longer whispered from within his mind.
Jeong Yoo-shin sat at the counter while resting his chin on his hand, and stared blankly out the window.
"Is it okay to be this peaceful?"
Muttering to himself, he lowered his head and saw the mouse guy lying leisurely in the armchair.
"Answer me."
Snore.
The mouse guy just snored with his belly exposed without answering.
He poked the mouse guy's plump belly with his finger.
"Squeak."
The mouse guy half-opened his eyes, sent him an annoyed glare, and then closed them again.
'I'm curious.'
This mouse guy…
Let alone his abilities, he didn't even know his level.
After the telepathy, the mouse guy never spoke to him again.
"Who in the world are you? What do you do? What's your level? What’re your abilities?"
At Jeong Yoo-shin's muttering, Lin, who had been sleeping inside his front shirt pocket, opened her eyes sleepily and tapped her paw on Jeong Yoo-shin's lips.
"Squeak squeak."
"Mmph mmmph."
Meaning she wanted to take a nap quietly.
He licked Lin's front paw with his tongue and didn't open his mouth anymore.
From a barbarian seeking encounters in the labyrinth…
To a barbarian who has to die to live.
Next was…
A healing camp barbarian.
'Do I like it?'
It wasn’t bad to enjoy life leisurely like this.
In fact…
Nothing happening was for the best.
He thought so, but he heard the murmur of people through the spring breeze.
Clank. Clank.
Footsteps at regular intervals.
He immediately noticed it. It was a military procession.
A few knowledgeable people among those gathered on the street raised their voices.
"Silverin Spear!"
"Huk?! Isn't that the elite unit of the Elf Kingdom?!"
Beyond the window of the inn…
Elf soldiers wearing silver armor and armed with sharp spears and shields could be seen.
'There must be at least over a thousand of them?'
The march didn't stop there.
Next were female elves holding enormous longbows.
"Sisterhood of the Wooden Heart!"
"Aren't they the terrifying top elite archers who can pierce an ogre's head with a single arrow?! They look heroic!"
Jeong Yoo-shin opened his mouth slightly.
Even if it was to protect Labyrinth City, it was an enormous number.
No way…
Did they come to wage war or something?
Clank.
The military march stopped for a moment in front of the inn.
"..."
The heavy silence that followed was also short-lived.
Creeeeeeeak.
The inn door opened, and a familiar elf woman came in.
Jeong Yoo-shin immediately recognized the elf's identity.
Ellasein.
The Elf Queen.
It was an appearance completely different from when he first met her.
Ellasein wore a small laurel crown and was holding a wooden staff.
As her thin green silk clothes, which dancers might wear, fluttered with the wind, her ornaments also jingled, making beautiful sounds.
Ellasein slowly approached Jeong Yoo-shin.
"Skar, have you been well?"
A voice that was calm yet infused with dignity and majesty.
Jeong Yoo-shin naturally stood up from his seat and bowed politely to greet her.
"Yes, Queen-nim."
Ellasein lowered her head, looked closely at the black mouse, and then looked at Jeong Yoo-shin again.
"Are you using the coffin I gave you well?"
"Yes, it has been a great help to me."
"That's good. Your face seems to have brightened."
Jeong Yoo-shin touched his face.
"Is that so?"
"I dropped by to say hello. I'm glad to see that you're doing well."
Ellasein smiled with her eyes and turned around.
"Let's see each other from time to time."
"Yes."
A sweet perfume scent grazed the tip of his nose before dispersing.
Jeong Yoo-shin followed Ellasein out.
She climbed onto a huge stag and grabbed the reins.
"Let's go."
With Ellasein's command, the march of the elf army resumed.
Jeong Yoo-shin carefully watched the army marching toward the central area and then returned inside the inn.
'Dependable.'
The Labyrinth Council also seemed to have changed their minds since the last summit.
Indeed.
It would be strange for them to not prepare. After all, they had already somewhat figured out what the Empire was thinking and what moves they would take.
Clatter!
The procession passed by, and the wolf beast-person, the big-breasted Skar, and the mystic guy entered the inn.
Everyone was holding something to eat in their hands.
"The Elf Queen-nim's dignity pouches are heavy. Her thighs are plump too."
The mystic guy muttered blankly while holding a chicken skewer.
TS Skar grinned and looked at Jeong Yoo-shin.
"She dressed up intensely, huh? She put on heavy makeup too. And she even wore perfume. I wonder why she did that?"
The wolf beast-person guy pointed to his black nose.
"I smelled it, albeit faintly."
"What smell?"
"A slightly sweet yet damp smell. Should I say that it’s a smell mixed with lust?"
"You can smell all that? You have a dog's nose, huh?"
At the mystic's words, the wolf beast-person guy bared his sharp teeth.
"Grrrrr!!! I'm a wolf. It's something Second Brother wouldn't be able to smell even if he lived his whole life."
The mystic guy let out a hollow laugh, put his hands behind his back, and slowly approached the counter.
"Haha. You never know. By the way, youngest, what is this? Why do women keep flocking around you?!"
The mystic guy jokingly rebuked in a solemn voice.
Jeong Yoo-shin smirked.
"Because I'm handsome."
"..."
The mystic guy, at a loss on what to say, turned his head this way and that and then opened his mouth again.
"By the way, where is First Brother?"
"He seems to be dropping by the small and medium-sized clans often these days, right?"
TS Skar answered instead.
"Hmm?"
Jeong Yoo-shin tilted his head.
Why did he suddenly visit the small and medium-sized clan gathering?
'Did something happen?'
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Southern District.
A small secret room.
The middle-aged Skar read the documents and put them down on the table.
Tap.
"Clear this away."
"Yes!"
The Grandma's Love Clan leader Granny bowed his waist at a right angle and cleared away the documents piled up on the table.
The middle-aged Skar tapped the table with his finger.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
In between the long table, dozens of clan leaders sat stiffly while sweating profusely.
"There truly are many problems."
"..."
The pressure at the table became even heavier.
The clan leaders found it hard to even breathe properly.
Over the past few days…
A person claiming to be Skar's older brother popped out and solved the problems piling up within the small and medium-sized clans.
Of course…
A few people knew how the middle-aged Skar had appeared.
That he had moved through 'space' from far away to here due to a malfunction of a magic tool.
But…
The important thing wasn’t this man's origin, but his competence.
The clan leaders, bewitched by his refreshing problem-solving, asked for more help from him with sparkling eyes.
However…
The quagmire started from then.
While solving various problems…
The middle-aged Skar heard that the small and medium-sized clans had a small intelligence organization.
The middle-aged Skar's eyes flashed.
"Hmm. May I take a look?"
"Of course!"
"Since you’re Skar-nim's older brother, of course you can!"
The middle-aged Skar visited the small intelligence organization in the Southern District and stroked his chin.
"Hmmmm."
"A-Are you uncomfortable with something?"
One clan leader asked carefully, but the middle-aged Skar shook his head.
"No. Let's go to the next place."
The middle-aged Skar led the clan leaders and headed to another district.
When they stopped by the small intelligence organization in the Western District…
The middle-aged Skar clicked his tongue.
"Tsk."
"..."
Gulp.
The middle-aged Skar's expression gradually became stiff.
Having seen many people, the discerning clan leaders immediately noticed it.
'He's not in a good mood!'
The middle-aged Skar swept back his hair and opened his mouth.
"Well now… Let's return to the Southern District for now. Tell all the clan leaders to gather right now."
An unusual request.
Nevertheless, the clan leaders bowed their heads, unable to refuse. Because he was exuding an aura that they couldn’t oppose.
"Yes."
And now…
The middle-aged Skar sat in the small secret room and scanned all the documents brought out by the small and medium-sized clan leaders one by one.
Eyewitness accounts dotted with rhetorical words.
Document formats close to being all over the place.
And…
Information delivery methods running at the extreme of inefficiency.
The middle-aged Skar crossed his arms and looked at the clan leaders.
'Our youngest’s going through a lot.'
Labyrinth exploration wasn't enough.
Not to mention getting into scuffles with mindless guys, he was even taking care of the trivial small and medium-sized clans while training against the approaching 'crisis'.
And…
These small and medium-sized clans were endlessly demanding help instead of being helpful to the youngest.
'This won't do.'
The middle-aged Skar looked around at the clan leaders.
"From now on, let's write report forms like this. Granny, hand them out."
"Yes!"
Granny quickly handed out the new documents to the clan leaders.
The middle-aged Skar opened his mouth.
"Write the information according to the format of the document you are looking at right now. Information first, your opinion last. And don't charge the small and medium-sized clan alliance a huge amount of money for trivial information. Especially Solomon."
The middle-aged Skar stared intently at the old man from the brewery.
"I know you have deep experience, but make sure you don't keep taking money out of the alliance's pockets under the pretext of gathering information."
The old man from the brewery trembled with fear.
"..."
"Answer."
"I-I understand."
The middle-aged Skar looked around at the clan leaders sitting in their seats.
"The youngest isn’t your worker. You should at least have a relationship where you can help each other well. Why do you look for the youngest first whenever something happens? You should try to solve it yourselves and only ask for help if it doesn't work. Even if only small clans are gathered here, you shouldn't live like wretched rats."
"..."
The clan leaders bowed their heads. They had nothing to say to that.
The middle-aged Skar looked at the air and opened his mouth.
"Clan leaders, operate the intelligence organization with this mindset from now on."
"...?"
"We are the unseen shadows, the history without records."
"...!"
The clan leaders opened their eyes wide.
"I know there are several intelligence clans in the Eastern District, but their limits are clear. Keep in mind that the sharpest eyes are the gazes of those who take root and live in that place."
The middle-aged Skar looked around at the shocked clan leaders and continued.
"No matter what difficulties there are, if you unite as one, you’ll be able to overcome them. Stop thinking about using the youngest, who has goodwill towards you, and help him instead. Because the youngest will cut away the malice directed at you."
Having finished speaking, the middle-aged Skar brushed off his seat, stood up, and left the room.
"..."
The clan leaders each remained silent and looked down at the documents.
"I-I see. I think we relied too much on Skar-nim."
"Th-That's right. As much as Skar-nim protected us, w-we should have been more helpful."
Granny’s body trembled.
He had guessed it before, but he definitely felt it this time.
That man wasn’t an ordinary person.
He was at least a figure who led numerous people from a high position for a long time.
'Keep in mind that the sharpest eyes are the gazes of those who take root and live in that place.'
In Granny's heart…
The hammer and sickle flew once again.
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The middle-aged Skar walked slowly and raised his head at the fluttering spring breeze.
Beyond the setting sunset…
He saw the towering black rocks.
The place where the labyrinth was.
The entrance to 'hell'.
The middle-aged Skar shook his head and moved his steps.
It was something he didn't know yet.
When he returned to the inn…
The mystic guy, who was floating in the air, waved his hand.
"Oh?! First Brother’s here."
"Where did you go? Did something happen?"
"Squeak."
The 'Skars' were flying around in the air.
In the middle of them, the handsome guy was smiling.
His face wasn’t frowning at all despite sweating profusely.
The middle-aged Skar smiled stealthily and walked toward the other 'Skars'.
"I just went for a walk. Nothing special happened."
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T/N - The other Skars are really going all out to help the MC. They really are nice people. I don’t want them to go. 😢
Also, here comes another MILF. But to become an oyakodon pair like Ingrid and Karin, the elf princess should also join in. 😈