Chapter 164
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 164
Chapter Title: Bitch Squad
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Business continued.
"Hello. I'll have three Home Run Balls and four sodas…."
The customers showed no sign of letting up, forcing us to keep at it straight through lunch and dinner.
We soothed our fatigue and hunger with the Saintess's healing and some snacks.
Only after midnight passed and dawn began to break did the line finally start thinning out.
'Everyone's impressive. Waiting that long.'
Of course, no one had endured a full 24 hours.
As night fell, most headed off to sleep, only to return at the crack of dawn. Still, the longest waits clocked in around 18 hours.
'Their stamina really has improved. On Earth, a line like that would've left everyone wiped out, but here? Irritated, sure, but no real exhaustion.'
Even those who stepped up to me grumbling saw their annoyance evaporate the moment Earth food and top-tier gear were in sight.
The reward after a long wait tasted all the sweeter—perfect analogy.
"Thanks for the good stuff. Prosper mightily."
"Thank you. See you next time."
"Heh, much obliged."
We exchanged well-wishes until the bright sun began illuminating the streets. Gazing at the dawning morning, I let out a small sigh of regret.
'Guess she really didn't show.'
[Black Noblewoman] never showed, despite my tense anticipation. Word was, the Black Wolf Guild had all moved to the Trials zone the day before yesterday.
A real shame we crossed paths at the wrong time.
'No sign of Maeve or the twins, either.'
They'd probably headed to the next zone early.
Others had taken their place, though.
"Look over there. It's the Crimson Sea Sister Squad."
"That all-women party?"
The crowd of seven or eight hundred stirred. Far off, a group was parting the throng, heading our way.
"Kyaa! Sisters, you're so cool!"
"Isn't it amazing? Clearing Trials as an all-girl team! And check the gear—insanely good!"
Some cheered wildly,
"Fuck, they're hot as hell."
"Where do they get their skin and hair care? Flawless."
while others mixed envy with jealousy.
Most reactions were positive, though. Even the two women right in front of me were buzzing about them.
"Heard they helped tons of people in the [Nerara Great Plains]."
"With fewer than twenty?"
"Teamwork's unreal. Perfect sync. Especially that leader—see her?"
"The bubbly girl waving at everyone?"
"Yeah. Killer judgment, handles any situation like a pro. Repelled seventeen Human Hunter teams, they say."
Seventeen Human Hunter repels. That was seriously impressive.
I'd figured their fame came from being a squad of stunners. Nope.
"Wanna go say hi, get on their radar? Might team up for Trials someday."
"Ooh, good call. Hurry and pick something."
They strode through the crowd like celebrities, heels clicking, drawing every eye—until they spotted me. Then they blinked in unison and froze.
Thud thud!
Like they'd rehearsed, they bolted straight to me. Gone was the poised model walk. They skidded to a halt, beaming greetings.
"Min-jun!"
"It's been forever! You good?!"
If flowers blooming before your eyes felt like this in real life…?
The crowd's stunned stares converged on me.
"They know each other?"
"Looks like it."
"Damn, lucky bastard."
A barrage of looks hit me—men's envy especially blatant.
They'd been eyeing the Bitch Squad's asses nonstop.
"…Dickhead, who the hell are they?"
Timing sucked. Shin Seo-yeon's voice dripped with sharp tension and jealousy. My party was in the mix of stares.
I answered, feeling it.
"Told you before. The ones I helped."
"Oh, them?"
Phew—the Saintess exhaled in relief.
Song Ha-na stayed nonchalant either way, Yi-se zero interest.
Shin Seo-yeon just stared, eyes demanding if that was all. Nothing more to say.
"Tch."
The Crimson Flame Witch gave up and backed off.
Then Bitch Squad leader Im A-rin stepped up.
"Min-jun, still at the stall today."
"Yeah. Looks like it'll drag on. Catch you at sunset? Or grab food somewhere."
"Nah. Just had breakfast."
I cocked my head, puzzled. We'd camped the lodging all day; hadn't seen them leave.
"Truth is, we haven't made a guild yet, like you said. Lodging together at the restaurant, as instructed."
Ah, right—I'd taught that loophole.
Tiny guilds without buildings often bunk at big eateries.
Saves on property, safe in isolated dimension—no intrusions.
Spacious, bathrooms galore. No shortages for living.
'Downside: limits solo outings.'
Shops are private player spaces. Entering from outside needs inside approval one by one.
Pretty inconvenient.
"Then head in and rest. Still peak hours, see?"
"No way. We'll wait till you're done and help out."
They fanned out like bodyguards.
Strangers hovering irked Shin Seo-yeon—she glared outright—and even distracted the Saintess from healing.
Had to suck it up.
'Payback for all the dickhead teasing.'
Anyway, fortuitous. I'd planned to track down the Bitch Squad regardless. Because—
"Ah, hello."
Among the queuing customers lined one by one were the proto-Bitch Squad from Haran.
The ones caged as livestock in Inope's manse.
The girls tortured in noble houses.
"Hope you've been well?"
The ones I'd rescued trickled in with greetings. I handed them off to Im A-rin. Per original plan, introducing them to join the Bitch Squad.
"Min-jun, as expected…!"
The Saintess beamed, touched—probably thinking I helped the helpless.
Misread. Just corralling obedient bitches for easy fucking in one spot.
'Every last stray back in the fold.'
"Whoa! Business over!"
Finally, the endless stall neared its end. Five-ish hours later, we tidied up.
"Good work, everyone."
"You too!"
"Ung!"
Sun high overhead, the medieval-city vibe streets reverted to original hustle: guild pitches and recruitment scrambles.
"Yaaawn, pulling an all-nighter's rough."
"Ung, me too."
Settlement next normally, but queue lingered, and yawns abounded from the sleepless night.
"Tomorrow for accounts? Crash first, meet after."
"Solid plan."
"I'm out first! Shower dibs!"
"Ack, I-I'm on the other side!"
Party whooshed to lodgings. Confirmed all gone, I turned to the now-bloated Bitch Squad.
"You lot wait here a sec."
"Yes, Min-jun."
'Bitch Squad's gaining traction.'
Faster than anticipated. Im A-rin must command well.
Time to lock their system to my tastes before it balloons.
Swoosh.
Back to lodging. Down underground, carved a room, stocked basics—fridge, tea table—like an office.
Locked to outsiders, linked Im A-rin's lodging via spare [Dimensional Gate Kit].
[Dimensional Gate A Kit: Creates a gate linking two players' lodgings in independent dimensions.]
Thirty-odd pyeong chamber. Now exclusive to Im A-rin and me.
[Lodging access restricted.]
She couldn't step foot in ours.
I could hers anytime, though.
With our private meetup zone set, I fetched Im A-rin, entered her lodging, and finalized the gate.
"Min-jun, this place…."
"Our rendezvous spot."
"Ah."
"Only you can open the door or enter."
"Got it."
Bitch Squad's linchpin was Im A-rin. Her power scaled with women around.
Might sound iffy on paper, but with Im A-rin alive, Bitch Squad wouldn't fold—it'd boom.
Her downfall? Squad crumbles.
No need dealing with the whole lot. Keep her safe, handle biz solo.
Guide her wings wide open.
"Here."
Handed her the last [Spirit Egg].
'Spirit Eggs done.'
Tough get, slight pang. But they'd pay dividends.
"This is…."
I summoned a wind spirit in the room first. Infused mana—hers hatched wind too.
As expected: birth env shaped it.
"Spirit comms for meets from now on."
"Got it."
"Trials unknowns too."
Nod.
Trials full of curveballs. Spirit link dodges or breaks most.
"Now, remodel time for your lodging."
"Pardon?"
Orgs need communal space for bonding.
"Remodel?"
Words over demo.
Ruuuuumble.
Expanded a massive living room in the lodging—Bitch Squad-sized.
"!!"
Building quaked, space ballooned; unflappable Im A-rin gawked, jaw dropped.
Im A-rin's favor toward you rises.
Competence boosts appeal for some. Her gaze deepened—likely why.
'Flex this power, betrayal off the table.'
"Wh-what…."
"Squad size?"
"Uh? Oh, sixty-four."
Whoa. Eight at Crimson Sea Cliffs crossover; now sixty-four.
Ruuuumble!
Paced the walls, spawned a hundred rooms ringing four-hundred-pyeong living quarters.
"!!"
Buffer for Trial recruits.
"Toilets: thirty should do."
Bathrooms, kitchen, sofas, tables—all furnished. Bland interior morphed to grand hotel lounge.
Pricey, but whatever.
Remaining Points: 3,925,249
Still nigh four mil left.
'No need risky outside guild buy.'
Sixty-four women prime Human Hunter bait.
Seventeen attacks proved it.
'Neglect 'em, disaster imminent.'
Preemptive care best.
"Satisfactory? Anything short?"
"More than enough. Worry it's too much."
"No bootlicking. Needs pop up, note at rendezvous."
Nod.
My bitch paradise complete at last?
While party's lodging-training, sneak down for pounding sessions.
'Upgrades later; plan expansions.'
Who knows growth scale.
Smacked Im A-rin's ass.
Still dazed at motel-to-hotel metamorphosis, she blinked up at me.
"What're you waiting for. Fetch the girls."
"Ah, right right."