Chapter 142
"Damn, who the hell are those bastards..."
He was pissed. An enemy had appeared—one far more terrifying than the bizarre beasts of this world: humans.
Han Yaseong spent the whole night tossing and turning, his head pounding with worry. He ended up watching the sunrise with wide-open eyes. He had no idea what to do.
"Who the fuck even came here..."
Han Yaseong went to the forest's edge and peered out. His guess was that they'd been too scared to venture into the woods, so they'd chugged their canned coffee and chucked the empty can as a probe. That's how he saw it—like dipping a toe in the water. He'd done the same himself sometimes, tossing stones from beyond the trees to test the waters. The other side seemed scared too, not daring a proper scout. But someday, if they mustered the courage, they might cross paths.
Han Yaseong's heart sank at the thought that his secret world had been exposed. He'd hoped no one would ever find out... Apparently, there was more than one portal.
"Shit..."
His mood soured completely, and he skipped breakfast that morning. Yadong-i got mad and chucked a can of preserved food at him.
Han Yaseong even had to erase every trace of his campfire. Up until now, he'd never bothered cleaning up, but knowing someone else was out there made it impossible to leave anything behind. It felt like self-inflicted misery; as he scrubbed away the fire pits, anger bubbled up. He'd lit more than ten over time—how the hell was he supposed to erase them all?
"Fuck it. Whatever. Let 'em do what they want."
If someone was coming, there was no stopping them. He couldn't block scouts or broadcasts about the place. And they were probably Americans or Brits. Foreigners, which made it even harder to deal with. It was only a matter of time before this world hit Earth's airwaves. Investigation teams and militaries from every nation might swarm in. Hell, they could even ride the portal straight to his attic back home. Then his house would get seized by the Korean government or some global task force "for cooperation." Individual rights meant jack shit against countries or the world.
His spirits crushed, Han Yaseong shouldered his backpack and trekked back to Forest 0, worries gnawing at him the whole way. Time was running out. To become this place's guardian, he needed to get stronger. Avatar popped into his head. The hero there had defended his world, smashing the military and driving them off the planet. Yeah, he had to do the same—protect this place.
But how? There were no Na'vi here. Maybe somewhere out there, but getting around was tough enough crossing a single forest...
His mind a tangled mess, Han Yaseong chewed on a yellow fruit. He'd found it after entering Forest 1; seeing Yadong-i eat one, he'd tried it himself and discovered it calmed the nerves like a natural sedative. He'd been collecting and logging them. After a bite, peace washed over him, clearing the chaos from his thoughts. He'd deal with it when the consequences showed up.
It took a full four days to return from Forest 1 to Forest 0. At least the path was familiar now, letting him move faster.
That evening, Han Yaseong unpacked all his food, cooked up a feast, and shared it with Yadong-i and the other bizarre wild beasts. He needed them on his side, at least.
"If anyone shows up here, you have to let me know. We gotta protect this place—so cooperate, yeah?"
With that plea, he headed toward the temple. Every time he saw the massive ruins, he wondered who had built it. Had to be some enormous being. No tiny human could carve pillars that size. Something several times larger than a person had existed here, no doubt.
Han Yaseong resolved to scout other regions fast and build alliances. He absolutely could not lose this place. It was his planet. No one from Earth could set foot here. To make that happen, he'd need to climb to the top elite. Only then could he block interference from Earth.
One more reason to join the upper crust.
That night, he slept like a rock. The next afternoon, he portaled home, bringing the canned coffee and glowing gems.
Back in the attic, he emerged into the living room past 2 a.m. In his room, he dumped the bagged gems and can on the desk and checked his smartphone. Two missed calls and a text from Senior Choi Yujin; one text from Senior Jang Euna.
Han Yaseong chuckled and headed to the bathroom. Lucky to be alive and see these—dead, he'd have missed them forever. After a hot shower, he chugged a soda, sat at the desk, and unpacked the glowing gems and canned coffee for an internet search.
The can was from an American company, but since it was exported worldwide, it didn't prove an American tossed it. Could've been Korean, Japanese, Chinese—anyone.
He knew it was American-made, but not whose hand had discarded it.
Han Yaseong pondered getting a gun. If they were American, they'd likely carry one. In the States, buying a gun was easier than a minor snagging smokes at a convenience store. A hundred bucks could score a pistol. No wonder gun access was so lax. They'd definitely bring heat to that world.
Korea had guns too, but they were insanely expensive and risky. Illegal as hell—getting caught meant jail, even without priors. Nothing like buying a real sword. So he shelved the idea. Better to go through Senior Choi Yujin's dad later. Guy knew people in that world; guns would be a cinch.
But first, make him an ally.
Han Yaseong decided to meet Senior Choi Yujin's father. Their relationship would come out eventually anyway—might as well get ahead of it.
After scouting beyond the forest, his fears had mostly faded. If he could handle that nightmare, her dad was nothing. Meeting him would reveal what kind of man he was.
He set the empty can on the bookshelf and stared at the glowing gem. How did it shine on its own? Wait, didn't diamonds sparkle like that in movies and dramas? A tiny one cost millions. This haul? Billions, easy—if real.
Gazing at the ceaseless glow, it reminded him of night-luminescent pearls from wuxia tales. Room lights off, and it lit the place like daylight. Tomorrow, he'd call Senior Choi Yujin, show her, and have her verify: real diamond or what?
No—first things first. Forty-plus days without, and he was pent-up as hell. Jerk off to porn? Nah, hold out for tomorrow with Yujin. He crashed.
Next morning around 11 a.m., Han Yaseong woke, drank water, took a dump, and called Senior Choi Yujin. Ringtone played a bit before she picked up.
"What?"
Her voice was curt—payback for ghosting her calls and texts.
"Come over."
"For what?"
Sounded like she thought morning sex was off the table.
"Got something to show you."
"What?"
"Diamonds."
"What? Diamonds? The hell you talking about?"
Total skepticism.
"Found some diamond-like stuff on my hike. Wanna know if it's worth anything, so showing you first, Yujin-sunbae."
"How much?"
"Like two kilos."
"You found that on a hike?"
"Yeah."
Lame excuse, even to him. Diamonds on a mountain? Eyes wide shut.
"Fine. On my way."
She played along and hung up.
Starving, Han Yaseong flipped through delivery menus and ordered a big pot of gamjatang for them. Yujin beat the food there.
"Where's the diamonds?"
Girl and her gems.
He led her to his room and revealed the glowing stones.
"These?"
Senior Choi Yujin's jaw dropped as she gawked.
Eyes on her casual shorts and tank top, Han Yaseong's dick throbbed. He hugged her from behind, groping her massive tits with both hands.
Too mesmerized by the gems, she barely registered the fondling. He yanked her tank up, shoved down her bra, and kneaded the soft, huge breasts freely.
Emboldened, he figured why not go all in—tugged off her shorts and panties, baring her plump ass. Still, she was lost in the glow.
Horny as fuck, Han Yaseong grabbed her juicy cheeks, spread them wide, and dove in to devour her slick pussy—
"Delivery!"