The Onset of Boredom
Han Yaseong returned to the spaceship and stared at the screen, watching the armies from other countries. They were digging up the earth everywhere as if it were their own territory, carving out paths. But just like the Americans and Japanese, they couldn't use their trucks and heavy equipment either—those sat abandoned off to the side. Manually shoveling dirt slowed their work to a crawl. They were still in the early stages of pioneering.
Still, he couldn't just leave them be. He'd wipe them all out around tomorrow.
"I'm beat today."
Han Yaseong stripped off his suit and flight gear, then headed to the bathroom for a hot soak. It'd be perfect if there were a woman here. Kinda empty without one. He imagined dragging over that blonde bombshell researcher from the American side or the bob-cut soldier girl from the Japanese camp—fucking around with them would be a blast. Too risky, though. Shame he couldn't.
The blonde researcher who'd gone back with the Americans? Probably never see her again. Fucking a blonde was every Asian guy's fantasy, and missing out on it drew a heavy sigh. As for the Japanese bob-cut soldier, he even toyed with the idea of just banging her once and ditching. She seemed to revere aliens—ask nicely, and she'd probably spread her legs right there.
Earth had no shortage of alien worshippers. Cults dotting the globe treated them like gods, pledging blind obedience. Might be fun to round up a bunch later and start his own religion. Pretty priestesses would offer up their pussies on a silver platter.
Damn, everything circles back to pussy. This raging libido was the problem. Coming here meant months without, like a chain-smoker or drunk going cold turkey. Truth was, he'd kill for even one girl here to fuck whenever the mood struck. Then he wouldn't be so pent-up, twisting into a cranky asshole.
Han Yaseong dragged his languid body from the bath, scarfed down a cup of instant ramen, and crashed in the giant's quarters on the massive bed. Sleep came quick.
The next morning, he scarfed kimchi stew bubbling with pork alongside Yadori, then suited up in his flight gear. Time to smash the armies lurking in the other forests. He'd also had plenty of enclosure boxes fabricated to seal portals—enough to cover every one with human traces except his own and Reina's. He ordered them sealed immediately.
The portals in each country's camps would get boxed after he drove out the intruders. Couldn't risk showing off the mini spaceship, so they'd ride back through before he sealed them. That way, even chased back to Earth, they'd stay clueless about the otherworld races.
Who knew—maybe the countries would swap intel, and portals might leak to the world. Failed expeditions meant lax security.
"Wanna come, Yadori?"
Yadori just grrr'd lazily, rolling around instead of budging. After space jaunts, pounding weakling armies must've seemed boring. Fine—Han Yaseong headed out solo.
Seven forests still hosted foreign armies. He'd loop them all, smash 'em, and send them packing.
At 500 meters up, transformed into Yagrane on his flight device, Han Yaseong streaked through the sky like a bullet.
Forest 49 held the Russian expedition: about 50 troops and scientists. They gawked skyward as Yagrane appeared, then snatched up weapons—just like the others.
Chatted a bit; their story mirrored the US and Japan, nothing special. A portal had popped up in some Siberian backwater during research, so they'd sent a team here. Told 'em to leave, they refused—soldiers opened fire in defiance. Had to beat every last one.
No women in the Russian crew, so interest waned fast. Battered the soldiers into serious injuries, then bullied a few scientists into packing up. The Russians would portal out the next day.
Next: North Korea in Forest 65. Swampy terrain had them pinned, barely advancing. Showed up at camp, and the bastards started blasting away with son of a bitch curses. Leveled them all.
Quivering scientist spilled: dodging the marsh, they'd hunkered in one spot, collecting local plants, bugs, rocks—shipping it all home. Sounded less like exploration, more like scavenging for mystical loot or valuables.
Cleared them out too, then jetted to Forest 93: Chinese camp. Lucky break—beast-infested zone. Corpses everywhere: Chinese troops and mangled predators, signs of bloody clashes.
Over 2,000 of the swarm—human-wave tactics?—crowding through the portal, trampling and polluting the woods.
Chinese reacted predictably: shock at Yagrane, then talks, rebellion, beatdown. Cute soldier girls sparked curiosity, but identity risks won out. Threatened to slaughter them all if they didn't scram, then moved on.
Over three days, he rocketed across the world, pulverizing expeditions. All aimed to claim and colonize—no pure explorers among them.
Australia, Iran, France, Nigeria—smashed one by one, sent packing. Only after getting wrecked did they grasp the other races' might. No more defiance.
Still greedy for new power, though—begged to send civilian teams sans military. Craved this civilization's tech for Earth: even scraps would spark a second Industrial Revolution, catapulting them to superpower status.
Hell no, Han Yaseong shut them down cold. No sharing giant civ with these clowns. He'd hoard it solo.
But after purging every camp, nothing left to do. Summit conquered, now the hollow descent.
Enclosure boxes auto-sealed scattered portals. Prepping for invading giants felt unreal—no clear plan yet.
Daily routine: suit up, fly patrols, occasional space hops. Fun at first—sightseeing, stargazing. But repetition killed it.
Explains the giants' ennui. Angry Giant maybe ran gene experiments out of sheer boredom...
A month in, even flying felt like a chore. Boredom infected Han Yaseong too.
"Maybe better off without all this."
He sprawled starfish on the cockpit floor, rolling aimlessly. Spaceship life bred laziness—no training with the suit. Just grinding giant tongue studies.
Yadori quit space adventures too. Everything fun only at first. Hell, maybe better without the ship.
"Was a blast at the start."
Early days here: thrilling caution, campfires, primitive survival. Rigorous training to not die, epic giant-beast hunts.
Now? Meaningless. Ship handled everything on command.
Like suddenly inheriting trillions—why grind? No thrill. Understood those billionaires whining about life's boredom now. Scarcity fueled drive; excess killed it.
Han Yaseong embodied that. Omnipotent ship dulled the world's edge. Forests viewable via screen—no urge to explore. Already buzzed them anyway.
All portals sealed—no more intruders. Shoulda left a few expeditions for company... Boredom bred regrets.
Even gourmet feasts pall after daily gorging. Chicken heaven turns hell if every meal. A week might induce vomiting.
He'd endured months.
"Guess it's time to bail."
Interest gone. He rose, shuffled down the hall. Servant bot Seorum waited eternally. It handled needs—ship offered zilch to do.
Stepped outside to the lodging; Yadori sprawled asleep.