Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Picked Up a Big-Breasted Woman on the Road (3)
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What was the most important thing in coin mining?
A computer with overwhelmingly superior computing power.
There were various complex reasons, but simply put, it was due to the Bitcoin system.
The more computers solved problems, the proportionally higher the difficulty became, strengthening the security of the entire Bitcoin system.
This characteristic made computers with superior hashing power essential.
That was why supercomputers were needed.
In that sense, Haruka was exactly the talent I needed right now.
I knew a bit about computers, but only for regular PCs.
I couldn't touch ones requiring specialized skills like this.
'To begin with, I can only look at parts a little; I can't even assemble them.'
But Haruka? Not only could she make computer parts to her own design, she was building a supercomputer herself.
From the computer-related books in her room, it seemed like she was self-taught.
In a word, she was a genius.
'A genius. An absolutely tremendous one!'
A genius so extraordinary that ordinary people with average talent couldn't even imagine.
No matter how much her Asperger Syndrome made her obsessed with computers, she wouldn't have assembled something this complex if she weren't smart.
She was a genius, no doubt.
So why wasn't a girl with such talent known by name?
The answer to that was surprisingly simple, too.
I closely examined the parts of what seemed to be a supercomputer and noticed the worn-out components.
'Looks like her environment can't support her.'
What was holding back Haruka's talent might be her family situation.
Sorry to say it to her parents, but Haruka's home honestly couldn't be called decent.
Traces of poverty were everywhere in the house.
Worn tatami mats, a cathode-ray tube TV, an old house.
They clearly loved their daughter deeply, but even so, they couldn't afford expensive computer parts.
Naturally, Haruka's supercomputer parts were subpar.
Yet she'd managed to complete it to this degree.
'I want her.'
I wanted Haruka.
Her big, rice-bowl-sized breasts looked worry-free enough to covet, but that brilliant talent was even more tempting.
So I racked my brain.
'How can I win her over?'
How could I win Haruka over?
And the answer turned out to be surprisingly straightforward.
"Ma'am, could we talk privately for a moment?"
"Ah, yes, of course."
I just had to convince Haruka's mother.
Times like this, my big frame came in handy.
If I'd been small like a student, we probably wouldn't even have this conversation.
Haruka wouldn't refuse if I asked her to work together anyway.
Not just because she liked me, but because she loved computers so much. She'd jump at the chance to tinker with them freely.
So the ones to convince were her parents.
They worried about her precisely because they loved her so much.
That's how I ended up talking privately with Haruka's mother, and I got straight to the point.
Or tried to.
"Our Haruka seems strange, doesn't she?"
Until Haruka's mother spoke first.
I couldn't understand her words at first.
No way. What an incredible ability that was!
But instead of arguing back, I decided to quietly hear her out.
"Haruka's been obsessed with computers since she was little. So much so that her school teachers suggested she might have some strange illness. We took her to the hospital just in case, and she was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome."
I nodded silently.
This much I'd roughly expected. The problem was what came next.
"My husband is a bit old-fashioned and didn't like her messing with computers like that. Up to there, it might've been fine, but he said mental illnesses like that only happen to people with weak wills and tried to beat it out of her with violence."
Hearing that, I couldn't help but scowl and say,
"Wait, what? He said his mentally ill daughter had a weak will because of it, so he beat her?"
"Yes..."
I've met all sorts in the military and don't shock easily, but this was an exception.
'What kind of crazy bastard is that?'
Mental disorders were never to be treated with violence.
It would only make things worse.
Yet he'd tried to fix it with beatings.
This wasn't just an old-fashioned guy; he was barbaric and violent.
I calmed my rising anger and asked Haruka's mother to continue.
A long story followed, but to sum it up:
Haruka was bullied at school for her odd behavior and dropped out, her father's violence worsened, and ultimately...
"...with the violence getting worse, I divorced him, moved out with Haruka, and have been raising her alone."
For Haruka's sake, her mother divorced and ended up raising her single-handedly. That was about five years ago, when Haruka was 17.
That was Haruka's backstory.
After hearing it all, I took her mother's hand and said,
"You've been through so much alone."
"No... Haruka suffered more."
Her voice trembled oddly as she said it.
I looked closely at Haruka's mother.
She seemed to come from a good family.
Her speech carried refinement, and she spoke so politely to someone young-looking like me.
She was quite a beauty, too. The kind who'd still turn heads anywhere, and her breasts were as impressively large as Haruka's.
But looking closer, traces of hardship appeared.
Wrinkles from suffering, skinny arms, rough and hardened hands.
I could tell.
She'd sacrificed so much for her daughter.
She was an amazing woman.
How many in this world would go this far for their child?
"First off, what I wanted to say wasn't that Haruka is strange."
For someone like her, she deserved the truth.
"On the contrary, her talent is genius-level."
"My daughter?"
"Yes."
I answered without hesitation and explained just how incredible Haruka's talent was.
The more she heard, the more her mother looked like she was wondering if it was true.
After roughly explaining Haruka's talent, I said to her mother,
"To be direct, I want to work with Haruka."
"Work? What kind...?"
"You can think of it as an industry utilizing high-speed computer calculations."
"What does that...?"
To her question, I answered with a helpless expression.
"It's a concept that's hard to explain right now."
"..."
Haruka's mother pondered deeply for a moment after hearing me.
Naturally.
It was about her daughter's future; she had to think it over carefully.
I said to the pondering mother,
"Of course, I'm not asking to start right now. I need time to prepare anyway, and I don't have a proper plan yet. So take your time to think it over."
As I said that and stood to leave, I added,
"I'll give you about a week, so please consider it. And..."
Of course, I didn't forget the most important part.
"Haruka's talent should never be dismissed by others."
With that, I turned to go.
"Wait!"
Until Haruka's mother stopped me.
I thought she might give an answer right away, but...
"Can I decide while you bathe? Please wait just a bit."
Apparently, even that was too much.
Still, waiting for a bath was no big deal.
My body was dirty anyway.
"Understood."
So I accepted her mother's offer.
"Ugh! It's cold."
I'd entered the bathroom and was humming, waiting for the shower to warm up.
Slide.
If only the bathroom door hadn't suddenly opened.
I turned at the sound from the door, and there...
"Let's bathe together."
Was Haruka, approaching me with her massive breasts barely covered by a single small towel.
I couldn't help but panic at the sight.
'What the...'
Of course, regardless of my fluster, Haruka came closer and asked,
"Do you hate it, by any chance?"
Any man who answered "yes" to that...
"No way. Hell yeah."
Probably didn't exist in this world.