Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Someone from Another World
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'Shipping' made sense enough since it literally meant I was the one deciding when to ship out the pigs. But what the hell was this new 'Someone from Another World'? Curiosity got the better of me, so I tapped on it.
Sure enough, a massive [Someone from Another World] popped up in front of my eyes just like a mobile game's loading screen. The screen slowly faded to semi-transparency, but unlike the usual blue ones, this was a faintly reddish hue—something about it looked ominous.
Before I could even figure out what it was, a string of red-tinged message windows started lining up one after another.
📜 SURVIVAL LOG 📜 Month X, Day X [It's already been two weeks since we started being chased. Aside from water, I haven't eaten a thing.]
Month X, Day X [Fleeing from those attacking us, leading my family to safety! Oh no, during the escape, my youngest son was killed by those brutal bastards!]
Month X, Day X [Burying my youngest son, I swore revenge, but with my stomach growling from starvation, doubt and despair overwhelm me—what can I even do?!]
Month X, Day X [Just a little further... If we push on, we can reach the forgotten paradise where the gods once descended. But today, my wife collapsed from hunger. I gave her some of our emergency rations for now, but how many more days can we hold out...?]
Month X, Day X [Not much longer now. Two days? Three? After endless flight, we've finally shaken the pursuers—victory is so close!]
Month X, Day X [Our last emergency rations are gone. I gave my share to my fallen wife and young children, chewing on bitter roots instead. Without a stable home, the future looks bleak. But just a bit more... just a little further...!]
Month X, Day X [Is this the end...? I collapsed just one step from paradise. My children are trying to lift me up, but my body, starved of proper nutrition and sleep for so long, feels like a thousand tons...]
It was like a massive notebook report on this person, with status updates scrolling by date. From the very start, messages about starving half to death, and by the second one, the mood had turned downright grim.
Further down, it was all tales of constant pursuit—hiding in thorny bushes, getting sliced by razor-sharp thorns while evading trackers, or digging up muddy water from the dirt to drink. It evoked those TV ads from some aid group begging for donations to help African refugees.
And it was no different in reality. The only distinction was that this 'someone'—the protagonist of these messages—was the head of a family on the run from pursuers hell-bent on killing them.
Even after that, the messages kept coming: more desperate escapes, always dodging prying eyes, fleeing and fleeing again.
I wasn't there witnessing it firsthand, but just these daily logs conveyed the razor-sharp urgency and raw desperation of this 'someone'.
And as the messages crept closer to the present, the situation grew ever more dire.
They were already living like nomads without proper shelter, essentials slowly dwindling as a matter of course. Now even the kids sent out to forage for food were coming back injured.
Whoever this guy was and wherever he was from, after losing family members in his flight, it seemed his efforts were finally paying off—the blood-red messages had softened to a pale pink.
But as if slapping me across the back of the head, fresh crimson messages blazed up right after.
The color grew so volatile it looked ready to burst, mirroring the patriarch's worsening state as he starved himself to feed his family even one more bite.
That was yesterday's entry.
And right below it, floating there, was today's date.
The message window began blinking urgently, signaling crisis.
I didn't claim to understand a father's heart or anything, so imagining his kids screaming at him to get up was tough. But having grown up watching my own perpetually ailing dad, I found myself rooting for the guy anyway.
Then the today's log jumped ahead—to the moment after discovering that goblin-infested stream with three or four of the little bastards, right when I'd hit the ship button moments ago. A new message popped up.
✨ MIRACLE ALERT! ✨ Month X, Day X, Hour X, Minute X
[A miracle! As my consciousness faded, the sky split open and a beam of holy light poured down! Following the fading glow, I couldn't believe it—around 20 head of livestock were there! The ancient legends our ancestors spoke of, the forgotten paradise of the gods... it was real!] This tied right into those messages I'd seen earlier—
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Someone from Another World is baffled by Breeder-nim's gift!] [Someone from Another World gives thanks for Breeder-nim's grace!] —So those were just simple mobile-game-style alerts. This 'Someone from Another World' slot was apparently for checking the recipient's activities, status, and a brief daily report on the person I'd shipped pigs to.
And as soon as I finished scrolling through the messages, poof! The SD Character popped back up. Gone was the earlier seriousness—it reverted to its cute chibi form and threw up a new window in front of me.
😊 SD CHARACTER 😊 [Hehehe, perfect! Breeder-nim's mercy just saved an entire family's lives!] "..."
What was I supposed to say to that...? Sure, I should be happy about it, but it wasn't like those doctors in documentaries volunteering amid artillery fire in a warzone for refugees.
I'd barely lifted a finger, and now it was dancing around like 'Praise me!' It was embarrassing to watch.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Someone from Another World, who narrowly escaped death, is overjoyed at the pigs sent by Breeder-nim!] [Someone from Another World praises Breeder-nim and begins to worship you!] And at that moment, my vision flooded with message after message—mostly thanking me, just like before.
Hell, the last one even escalated to outright worship.
Messages pouring in non-stop without a second's pause. My eyes were already sore, and now it was plastered with these overly burdensome ones.
"How do I turn this shit off?"
😊 SD CHARACTER 😊 [Hmm... How about trying the 'Transmit' function in the [Someone from Another World] interface?] "Transmit?"
Skimming past the endless gratitude spam and closing them, I spotted what it mentioned: a tiny envelope icon in the bottom-right corner of the screen, labeled 'Transmit'.
Impressed by the detail—no need to ask what it sent—I mashed the Transmit button. A fresh blue screen popped up right away.
📧 TRANSMIT 📧 [Transmit your feelings to Someone from Another World!] "..."
The phrasing reminded me of those holiday ginseng gift ads, complete with a big blank space like an email composer and a prominent 'Send' button hovering above it.
"...So I just write something here and hit send, and it gets delivered?"
😊 SD CHARACTER 😊 [Of course! Go on, give it a shot. No need for fancy words—just something simple like 'You're welcome'!] "Hmm..."
Was this another tutorial? Following its lead, I typed a casual "You're welcome" and hit send. A letter-flying animation played, followed by an incoming message.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Someone from Another World is thrilled to receive a revelation from Breeder-nim! Per your words, they'll stop the constant thanks, but please allow them to offer three gratitude prayers a day!] The situation just got even worse...!