Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Future Plans (2)
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Anger Control Expert's proposal was shocking.
Plunder the plunderers?
If I had to sum up her idea in three words:
Fresh. Innovative. Insane.
"Chatty... what kind of insane bullshit is that..."
Plunder the raiders?
What, form a slave army or something?
I was so stunned I couldn't even type a reply, and her frantic messages started pouring in.
Wait, hold on.
You don't think I'm suggesting we run a slave army or something, right?
Wasn't it?
"Wasn't it" my ass... What the hell do you think I am?
Crazy soda psycho...?
Unbelievable.
Unbelievable? Please.
'Look at what she's been doing all this time.'
It had been a month since the sparring content opened.
In that time, Black Sky and Anger Control Expert's all-out brawls had already hit 100 rounds.
Meaning they clashed three times a day, morning, noon, and night.
The result? A perfect 50-50 split.
The clash of the century, but the pattern was always about the same.
'Anger Control Expert's insane four-drone swarm versus Black Sky's cosmic defense.'
Black Sky would blanket the area with freezing storms, trapping Anger Control Expert and beating her down.
Anger Control Expert would desperately chip away at that defense line with her mad four-drone assault.
It was like a bloody feud between Bullpen and Sword Finger Line, and one thing I always felt watching it:
'This girl has zero fucks to give about her backline.'
She was like the incarnation of a conquering empire, conscripting resources and slaves from captured territory, pushing relentlessly forward until it all burned out.
So yeah, maybe plundering the raiders made sense coming from her.
Dumbass. Don't those bastards buy and sell humans like merchandise?
So just rescue them and turn them into comrades who'll fight alongside you.
You're gonna hit the slave market operators anyway, right? Might as well free the people while you're at it. Two birds, one stone.
What?
Was this really Anger Control Expert?
I couldn't keep up with this uncharacteristically rational thinking from her.
But this plan wasn't without issues.
Hmm... I get what you're saying.
But there's a problem there.
By now, the people captured as slaves are probably in terrible shape—health-wise and everything.
Of course... we'll save them. But saving them doesn't mean they're all good to go... I might sound like trash, but in this world, you can't just save people willy-nilly... Even if you do, clothing, food, shelter—it's all short... Even if we tough it out... who knows if they even want to fight anymore... Forcing people who don't want to fight is messed up too...
Honestly, the last part was the biggest issue.
Not everyone chooses to fight back when thrown into an unavoidable hell.
Even if they're just waiting to die like fattened pigs, getting exploited,
there are plenty who cower and bow their heads when told to fight their exploiters.
Handing swords to those types and making them fight? Not easy.
Especially now, with their bodies wrecked from the abuse.
That's when Anger Control Expert, who'd been listening, replied.
Dumbass?
Obviously you can't send them in bare-handed.
Just teach them martial arts.
Martial arts?
Teach them martial arts...?
You gonna save martial arts for boiling soup or what?
No, that's not it... Am I even at that level?
It wasn't an unreasonable idea.
Learning martial arts would definitely boost their quality exponentially.
But did I have the chops for it?
Well... you're kinda trash.
Just barely at Flesh Tempering, early stage at that.
But even that's enough to dominate in your world lol.
Was it?
Hearing it laid out like that, it kinda made sense.
The gallery folks were just on another level.
Even when stomping those nomadic raiders, I went full one-man army solo, right?
After all the beatings I took from AlphaGo to learn through my body,
I could probably teach a few basics on qi usage and body techniques.
But.
But.
This perfect plan had one massive hurdle—
Still... think it'll work?
Sounds good for me...
But my martial arts are what the gallery taught me...
Haven't even taken that "test" yet... Feels wrong to leak it casually...
Don't forget.
I'm just someone partially taught martial arts by the gallery.
No matter how crucial my survival is,
I couldn't just leak their arts without permission.
As I showed my dilemma,
Lol
Dumbass?
This time, Anger Control Expert sounded genuinely baffled.
The test? You passed that ages ago. What nonsense is this?
Eh?
What?
Me?
When the hell did that happen...
I passed?!
I didn't even know!!
Even if we pass you, you're still jerking off about it.
Sounds good to me...
But is it really okay to pass me this easily??
Lol, easily?
You're one crazy bastard yourself.
Anger Control Expert, the Martial God Gallery's certified madwoman, just dubbed me a madman too.
Should I be happy about this?
No, more importantly.
Why the hell pass me?
As I reeled in confusion, the other gallery members who'd been watching our exchange jumped in.
Yep, our newbie really is a lunatic.
True lunatics don't know they're lunatics.
For real lol
Anger Control Expert-certified madlad...
Seemed like the gallery had some inside joke going.
But I had no clue what it was...
I seriously don't know!!
Then, a new post popped up.
Title: Newbie is a Madlad.EU
Writer: Goblin Hater
1. From the moment he showed up in the gallery, he was like "If I'm dying anyway, might as well drag down one more bastard who destroyed my world."
2. Gets the armband, opens sparring content, but even when we offer more, he's content with just one martial art. Reason: same as above.
3. Learns martial arts and immediately headbutts the guys who doomed his world to keep promise #1.
4. Finds traitors scamming their own kin, charges in without a thought for numbers.
5. Hears about an even bigger traitor faction? Straight to planning the beatdown.
6. If he just had no will to live, fine, but nah.
7. Does it cuz he has to. That's it.
Guy whose words and actions match 100%... No such thing as bluffing...
Possibilities? Just numbers to this guy...
So yeah, can't hate the guy...
Eh.
Sudden shower of praise.
Hey, I'm not complaining...
You really have no idea.
That's when Black Sky, who'd been quietly watching, spoke up.
What...?
"Does it because he must." No consideration for outsiders in the process. Even if disadvantages follow, steadfastly follows what he believes is right. We call this one word.
Something I didn't know.
But all the gallery members did.
And to them, the most important thing.
Xia (俠). The absolute value that Wu (武) must pursue.
With Black Sky's words, I realized something about myself I hadn't known.
And that at some point, I'd blended right in with them.
"Xia... I see."
Honestly, I wasn't sure if I had some hot-blooded, cringey value like that.
I just did what needed doing, like they said.
Never thought I was harboring some lofty noble intent or anything.
Even now, I figured anyone else in my shoes would've done the same.
Even so,
even so.
"Sounds good."
Great ring to it.
As Black Sky said, Wu (武) must be accompanied by Xia (俠).
To an old-school wuxia boomer like me, it was music to my ears.
OK, let's do it.
Not really feeling the xia thing yet tbh.
But better to headbutt with people than solo, like you said.
And if we find folks willing to fight alongside in the process, even better.
Getting props from the gallery gave me strength I didn't know I had.
Of course, that didn't mean we had a guaranteed win yet.
We had permission to teach martial arts, but only after raiding raider society and extracting people.
Lots to prepare, given my shaky foundation.
That's when it happened.
Oho. What's this?
A new gallery member I'd never seen chimed in.
Some fun newbie showed up in the gallery.
Saw the previous post—new mod now?
Lol fun
Not a total stranger.
Well, first time seeing them directly.
But I'd seen their post before.
What was it again?
Definitely...
I'll help.
Just whipped up a new mass-produced artificial spirit pill recipe.
Perfect timing?
Ah, right.
I remembered.
"Purple霞 Divine Pellet!"
The gallery member who'd gifted me my daily knockout.