Chapter 235
“Aiy, damn...”
But he couldn't do it right now. She wouldn't show up until next week. In this place's time, that was almost two years away. Han Yaseong's cock throbbed so painfully he felt tears welling up. He'd been holding back all this time, saving it for her arrival, but now that he couldn't, it felt like his dick was withering away like a rotten stump. Looked like he'd have to take matters into his own hands today.
“Fuck, shit, damn...”
No choice—he stood by the stream and jerked off. After a long while, thick globs of white spurted out, carried away by the current. At least one release dulled the edge of his lust a bit. Han Yaseong figured he'd do it once more at night, washed his cock and hands, and headed back to his shelter.
“Find the damn entrance already, you hear me? If it's not there this time, I'm never coming back.”
He threatened Yadong-i while boiling a one-pot haejangguk hangover stew. A massive pot bubbled over the campfire, thick with red pepper flakes.
The beast let out a low growl, drooling as it eyed the boiling stew. It had starved here for months too, apparently losing its mind over a hot bowl of soup.
“If you wanna keep eating like this, find the spaceship entrance. Otherwise, no more. I'm not coming back.”
Yadong-i growled again, as if the stew was ready and to hurry up and serve it. A world where even the pet bossed him around... Han Yaseong sighed and ladled out the steaming haejangguk with rice for the thing. Yadong-i slurped it down noisily, handling the heat like a champ.
Han Yaseong still sulked over not getting laid, his appetite gone. He vowed that once he got home, he'd at least line up a few girls on chat apps willing to spread their legs. With tens of billions in the bank, college girls would flock to him. Professional women too—stewardesses, nurses, teachers, all the male fantasies. He'd snag one if he could.
“That's why you gotta find the entrance, you bastard!”
He vented his frustration on Yadong-i, who was too busy wolfing down the hot stew to notice.
The next morning, he dragged the reluctant Yadong-i—kicking and screaming—out to the pit. The beast hadn't done jack shit in his absence; it had no clue about the entrance. Han Yaseong had held out hope it'd at least poked around while he was gone, but nothing. Fury boiled up—he grabbed his real sword and went berserk.
“You fucker! You had to do something! Were you just screwing around this whole time? Fucking the females?!”
He swung the blade wildly, and Yadong-i growled, scampering away. The beast scrunched its face like it had a conscience but didn't fight back.
“You should've checked a few spots at least! What the hell have you been doing?!”
Yadong-i growled in protest, insisting it'd done something. But it hadn't—the pit looked exactly the same. Then the growling beast made a weird gesture, like those guys might know.
“Those guys?”
The three degenerate Yadong sentinels—the ones living underground. It was saying they might know.
Han Yaseong perked up a bit.
“You think they really know?”
They'd had those gold bars. If anyone knew the secrets of this spaceship, it might be them. They seemed as ancient as Yadong-i. But would they even come up here? They might refuse to leave the depths. Hell, they might not be able to—deep-dwellers could die in sunlight, like deep-sea fish exploding from pressure changes when brought to the surface.
Still, right now, they were his best shot. He didn't give a damn if they lived or died—as long as he cracked the spaceship's secrets. He had to find that entrance somehow.
“Alright, let's go.”
Instead of blindly digging again, he decided to seek out the trio. He packed tasty snacks and weapons, then located the old underground entrance. Yadong-i tunneled in first, and Han Yaseong shoveled dirt to follow.
“Aish, fucking annoying...”
Burrowing like a mole pissed him off. His pent-up frustration from no pussy just fueled the rage. Choi Yujin, you're dead next time. I'll split your asshole wide open. Bet she'll cry her eyes out, screaming how it hurts shoving a cock in there. Heh heh heh—gonna love watching that.
Fantasizing about it, he pressed on underground until he reached that sealed chamber from before. Yadong-i had already bolted ahead and was out of sight. He flicked on his flashlight and navigated the long tunnel. There it was, Yadong-i at the steep slope's mouth.
Another descent... He sighed. He'd end up drenched in sweat again, muscles screaming. He pulled rope from his bag, tied it to a rock, slipped on gloves, and gripped it to rappel down the sheer drop.
Yadong-i balanced on its front paws, almost handstanding its way down. The cliff was a dizzying 50 meters. It took about 40 minutes to reach bottom. His palms burned, shoulders ached. He never wanted to do this again.
“This is why we need an exploration team. They'd build an elevator or something.”
Han Yaseong thought it'd be smarter to alert the world later. Surveying and pioneering this solo was impossible. Pros and engineers needed to come with proper gear—elevators for easy access, maybe even scout the planet by light aircraft.
But ownership was the issue. It had to be his. Go public, and they'd demand a share. No monopolies—they'd pressure and threaten. Hell, they'd probably just seize it, toss him scraps like pocket change. Tens of billions in artifacts, and they'd settle for chump change to the discoverer.
That's why fishermen smashed pottery they found at sea. Even if collected properly, they got screwed on value, accused of damage, punished. Hell, they might even jail him for hiding such a site all this time—then claim it themselves.
But if foreign countries found out? Disaster. The idiot Korean government couldn't assert ownership; it'd get snatched by China, Russia, Japan, the US. Tough on citizens, weak on outsiders—that's Korean politicians. Treasures or relics? Korea couldn't protect them. They'd steal from their own to hand to superpowers. A planet like this? They'd sell it off to foreigners. Traitors everywhere.
Han Yaseong shook his head. Better keep this planet secret. No headaches. No hassle. To reveal it, he'd need power first—enough to defend it. Superman or Hulk strength, then he could announce it without losing control.
He stared in awe at the massive 50-meter door.
“Every time I see this, it's a wonder. How the hell did they build it?”
Even Earth's tech couldn't match it now. Sure, they might brute-force a giant door, but not with this grandeur and elegance. Just this proved the giants' tech was superior. Their brains must've been three or four times bigger—IQ 200-300 easy. At least twice as smart as humans. Otherwise, impossible. This door alone screamed centuries, maybe millennia ahead of Earth.
As he approached, Yadong-i pawed the patterns like before, swinging the colossal door open. Han Yaseong followed into the towering pyramid structure. The three emerged from the shadows, growling like what'd you steal this time?
He started with the chocolate bars.
“Eat this first. You look half-starved—pitiful.”
They sniffed the sweet scent, ripped the wrappers, and chowed down. Up close, they didn't seem aggressive or evil. Just on bad terms with Yadong-i. He tossed them dried squid and fish jerky too—they munched happily.
Why live down here? Maybe waiting for their master. Dogs guard homes for owners who never return. Perhaps these pitied beasts guarded this dark place, hoping the giant owners came back.
That thought tugged at him—he emptied his snacks on them. Yadong-i growled like don't waste more, but Han Yaseong didn't care. No need for answers anyway. Poor things. They were just pathetic creatures.