Chapter 248
"Don't do anything until I get back. Just guard this place well. Got it?"
Yadori growled. Just a plain growl. No yes or no.
Figuring the beast might pull some stunt while he was gone, Han Yaseong shook his head. The damn thing never listened anyway... and now that it was suited up like some space monster, it was even less likely to.
Han Yaseong stripped off the suit and headed to the shower. Soaking under the hot water, he realized just how much fortune he'd been blessed with. He'd lived a truly unlucky life until discovering the portal—and everything had flipped since then.
Should I try conquering the world for real? With this spaceship alone, world domination was within reach. It was every man's fantasy. Worth a shot at least once.
Whatever happened, he was thrilled. Humming a tune, Han Yaseong finished his shower.
A bit hungry, he grabbed a pack of giant porridge and headed to the cockpit. Yadori was staring at a screen window, apparently sizing up the world's militaries like it planned to scold them. Its eyes gleamed with territorial vengeance, as if claiming this land as its own.
Han Yaseong smacked his lips and shook his head. No point talking—the beast wouldn't listen. It had lived tens of thousands of years as a giant's pet; why would it heed a human who'd only seen a few decades?
Still, he gave a warning. "The militaries are mine. Go easy if you touch them. They're all my prey. Wipe 'em out, and no more treats."
Yadori growled again, something like just bring pig's feet. It felt like a promise to behave.
Han Yaseong exited the ship and entered his lodging. Dust blanketed everything after months away. He'd been crashing on the ship, but this place was special—their starting point.
He did a quick cleanup and prepped to head home, then froze. "What if Reina finds the spaceship?"
She could stumble here by chance. She'd throw a fit to tour it. Hell, she might even assassinate him for it... A giant's ship. If she wanted it bad enough, she'd kill for it. Human greed was endless. Friends and lovers meant nothing before such a mystical treasure. Even family offed each other for cash—how could he trust Reina, whom he barely knew and hadn't even fucked yet?
Letting her peek inside? Only after she'd taken his dick in every hole hundreds of times, like some discount girlfriend.
Han Yaseong didn't trust humans by default. Life had wired that suspicion into him. With Reina, he'd wait until post-pussy-and-ass trust was absolute before spilling about the ship. Not now.
He rushed back and asked Yadori, "Can you camouflage this ship? Make it invisible to others?"
Yadori slapped the panel and worked the screen with fluent giant script. The giants had hundreds of thousands of words; he only knew about a thousand. Would he ever master them all? Earth's languages had fewer.
He could use the translator for unknowns, but ignorance bred unease. One wrong command could spell disaster.
He converted the screen's giant text to Korean and read. Camouflage options galore: full transparency, chameleon blending. But he loved environmental mimicry best—covering exposed parts with forest and trees.
Reina had seen this as bare earth before, though, so no forest. Better: restore the dirt look, but add a hidden tunnel for access.
"Do that."
Yadori growled and typed. The screen showed construction: mechanical arms extended from the ship, piling excavated dirt to bury it. Two years of digging filled in minutes. The exposed hull vanished under soil; a metal tunnel formed inside.
Fully automated—perfect. Input a building command later, and it'd build itself. No wonder giants ruled the stars. Earth with this tech? Mars trips tomorrow.
But Han Yaseong would never share. Even telling Korea tempted him, but politicians and corporate traitors would sell it to superpowers. Korea's elites lacked patriotism—they'd betray the nation for profit. No way he'd be that sucker.
The entrance finished, easy to navigate. Stepping out via the new tunnel, it looked pre-excavation. Seamless. Reina wouldn't suspect.
A subtle entry path at one spot. He traced the door glyph with his foot; light flashed, and he slid downward. The entrance sealed behind—indistinguishable from dirt outside.
An escalator-like ride through the metal tunnel to the ship's hatch. Foolproof against discovery.
Insurance: he set access. "Only you and me can enter."
Yadori growled and configured it. Lucky the giants died before locking it down—or he'd be barred forever. Mutual destruction worked out; empty house, easy entry.
Now, not even Reina could breach. No one but him and Yadori.
"I'm heading home. Guard it well."
Another growl. Yadori had hundreds of screen windows open, toying like a video game console. No boredom now.
Han Yaseong exited, waiting for the portal. Dusk fell as it shimmered open. Staring, unease hit. What if it glitches later? Warps me to another dimension? Even giants couldn't fathom it—a black hole mystery, unpredictable.
Have the ship analyze it later. Safety first.
Gazing a moment, he leaped through.
Home: Saturday, 4 a.m. Starving, he boiled ramen. Tastier than expected.
No texts. Choi Yujin must be sulking—no contact. Man had to yield to the bitches. Forgive like a big-hearted guy.
Sleep first, then text reconciliation. (After pussy, of course. No lay? No outreach.)
Mixed rice into the ramen, stuffed, crashed.
Woke at 11 a.m., grabbed phone, texted Choi Yujin sunbae.
Ten minutes: nothing. Prideful bitch. Still mad? Years passed her side, days here—but half a year for him. Memory fuzzy.
Low posture it was. "Yujin sunbae, I love you." Hot midday, but he sent it.
Still silent. Testing him. Starved years without pussy—mind games wouldn't fly. Irritation built.
"Survived near-death, no word? Harsh."
Then to Jang Euna sunbae—sweet, obedient type.
Instant reply—unlike Yujin. Obedient.
Right on cue, she dissed her. Women and their fake friendships...