Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Shivering Fron Region Legend
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[Legendary Post: Shivering Fron Region Legend.jpg]
(Dead bear that froze to death while hibernating meme)
Went out hunting and found a bear.
But it's fucking freezing, so it's dead lol.
I'm freezing my ass off too, can't take questions.
[Upvotes 5123] [Downvotes 102]
- Lmao legendary weather
- No way this actually happens
- Don't bullshit, how does a bear freeze to death hibernating?
- Lucky Vicky? Total jackpot
ㄴ Fr real, even if it smells a bit, who cares?
ㄴ Protein jackpot, and you're skipping it cuz it's cold?
ㄴ OP: 100 million coins if you harvest the bear meat without freezing here
ㄴ ??
ㄴ OP: I'll give 100 million coins if you don't freeze and harvest all the bear meat, you fucking idiot
ㄴ Whoa;
ㄴ ㅈㅅ;
ㄴ Fact: If Fron locals say it's cold, it's at least frostbite weather for normies
Adrian has a huge geographical advantage.
Four seasons mean diverse flora and fauna, plenty of food,
And in war, no matter the weather, it always pulls at least average performance.
- Weather my ass
- Fucking cold lololol
- Shitping it's so fucking coldping
- Four seasons special: Winter, winter, winter, winter
Except for Adrian's northern region.
"The places that were already cold are getting even colder?"
The already frigid areas were freezing over more.
Rifts in the northern territories were simultaneously leaking cold air—that was the cause.
"Just like Paddak said, it feels like a wave..."
But this kind of attack was new.
Rifts always spat out variant beasts at fixed times.
I watched the Fron frontline situation beyond the gallery, lost in thought.
Somehow, the rifts seemed to be attacking more frequently and fiercely.
*
[Title: God.jpg]
(Cracking middle finger at a rift meme)
Fuckers
- Damn, another rift... All I can do is curse
- (Rift die elf con)
- (Farmer cat wailing con)
"How can it keep getting colder?"
The longer it went on, the worse it got.
It was just like inflation.
Now even thick clothes weren't enough to go outside.
At least it didn't come with harsh winds? Small mercy.
Northern locals were finding their own ways to cope with the sudden cold.
- Sharing my triple-blanket stacking secret
- Sharing my fire-starting hack
- What's for lunch at the ducal castle today?
- Magic warmth is the warmest tbh
The most effective method, naturally, was magic.
Asking a mage to force warmth to stay in your body.
But this had a fatal flaw.
[Title: Ah lol]
(Grandpa yelling with veins popping meme)
Grandpa's been screaming for warmth too, says he's common folk so we're ignoring him;
Told him mana’s dry, but he won't listen.
Aish if throwing a tantrum worked, everyone’d be a neighborhood mage, not Lord Judak?????
- Lmao castle mage can't even handle it
- More work now, cheers~
- Ding; Do it if the young'un asks
ㄴ That kid's got a mouth on him
ㄴ OP: Is mana sent by your ancestors?
ㄴ OP: You're that grandpa, right?
Mana depletion was getting serious.
Historically focused on offensive magic, practical spells were underdeveloped.
Maintaining warmth was unfamiliar, inefficient.
Plus, the few mages were all monopolized by city nobles.
"No, it was already reserved—why's it not working?"
"The Count summoned me. Gotta value my neck and go, right?"
Any decent local mage got called to mansions to hoard warmth.
This naturally soured public sentiment.
They'd been forcibly drafted by the Duke during the Adrian crisis to fight Judak.
Now? No crisis resolution, just nobles worrying about their own asses cuz cold?
- Hmm... Revolution incoming?
- That thing... Revolution arc! Revolution arc!
Internally, rifts roamed free; externally, defenses against beasts thinned.
Adrian was inching toward its downfall route.
"Now's the time!"
[New items in stock!]
[Hot Pack 160g (Extreme Cold Edition) x100] - 70 coins
I dropped the new item like I'd been waiting.
*
The rift cold grew severe.
Fron frontline locals couldn't even step outside.
And inside the house? Warm?
- Fml wooden house is fucking cold
- Something's wrong, house inside cold too;
- This slow death ain't right? Scared fr
Houses weren't much better.
Just degrees of cold.
Hunter northerners were skipping meals, shivering.
"Hot pack?"
A new market item dropped into the laps of blanket-shivering northerners.
[Caution: Risk of burns.]
A creepy red warning with some hot pack thing.
Small enough to hold, squishy.
Of course, fresh out, it was just cold fabric scraps—no warmth.
"But it gets warm?"
Any sane person would've scoffed.
Unless possessed, how does an item heat itself?
- Fml shaking it makes it burn-level hot?
- Lmao delusions much
At best, you wouldn't get called crazy.
Even mages struggled one-by-one.
But tagged as Judak's item? Story changes.
[Title: Lol Glorious Scar]
(Ankles all blistered meme)
Fucking hot lol
- Dumbass
- Lmao know what you did without looking
- Ah lol so damn warm
- Thought I'd freeze to death, now happy fr
ㄴ OP: Burned but happy, can't stop laughing lololol
[Title: Shaking makes it hot? Lol makes sense?]
(Crab roasting meme)
All those winter crabs are dead
Judak GOAT makes burn-level warmth with a few shakes...
Worship eternally
- Lmao dude drifts well
- But legit amazing
ㄴ Fr shook thinking nah, then heat surged—mind blown
ㄴ (Duration: 12 hours)
ㄴ (Frog standing ovation tears con)
- Came charged with 10k curse words, ah lol
ㄴ Can't tone it down a bit?
ㄴ OP: Hold it in
If left alone, people would freeze solid.
So I stocked hot packs in the market.
As expected, they sold like crazy—flying off shelves instantly.
"But this ain't enough."
Couldn't rely on hot packs forever.
Emergency ventilator at best.
While gallery went nuts over hot packs, I'd scoured the market for useful stuff.
[Portable Generator] - 990p
[Radiator] - 100p
[Rotary Stove] - 550p
"Pricey, yeah."
But with these, no freezing worries.
[Purchase?]
Hit buy—boxes flooded the bunker interior.
"Perfect time to move."
Bunker space shrinking.
Had points too—moving sounded good, but postpone.
[Admin Chat]
SoonDeadEvenVamp: Judak, Judak
Judak*: Yeah?
SoonDeadEvenVamp: Spot on. Sensing variant beast inside
SoonDeadEvenVamp: Probably the cold source
Totally different beast.
Needed to stock weapons preemptively.
[Weapons/Modern/Explosives]
[White Phosphorus] - 102p
[Thermobaric Grenade] - 260p
.
.
"No harm prepping."
Pre-delivery days, unthinkable—but now possible.
And cheap.
Stocked up big for what-ifs.
*
Harsh blizzard-ravaged dawn.
In a Fron household, burly adult men gathered.
The bearded middle-aged leader smiled.
"All here. Thanks. First, a drink each."
"Ooh, this is..."
"Cinnamon tea. From Judak Market, right? Heh."
Market cinnamon tea that warmed amid killer cold.
All suppressing chill with multiple hot packs in pockets.
"Feels like Judak's keeping us alive."
"Without the market, plenty would've died already."
Warm nods all around.
But time for the meeting's purpose.
Laughter faded; man steadied breath.
"So, you all know why we're here?"
"How could we not? Noble northern lords, right?"
"Sigh, yeah. Exactly."
Silence fell; he scanned the room slowly.
All lifelong Fron locals.
Desperate commoners seeing no life improvement.
"Like you said, Judak's why we're surviving. Not those high lords."
"So..."
"Doesn't it feel like the North's broken?"
Judak, the market, the gallery holding and guiding their lives.
While nobles grabbed their own gains.
Another listener raised his head slowly.
"So... Revolution?"
Revolution—capital crime.
No one stopped him.
Middle-aged man nodded stiffly.
"Revolution? Sure. But revolution alone changes nothing."
"Then what?"
"Change the system."
"!"
"Ditch the hollow monarchy and class system. Unite under Judak alone."
He rose slowly.
As eyes converged, he whispered at the lone flame.
"Introduce a new regime with only nation and Judak."
Split Adrian.
Dying Fron commoners.
In an unusually dark dawn, in one home, revolution's spark quietly ignited.