Chapter 207
Chapter 207
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 207
Chapter Title: People Living in the Apocalypse - 2
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Wood Elves.
They were the true identity of the Stag Beetles and the race currently inhabiting the forests of the Luat Kingdom.
Their appearance was quite different from what Geom-in had imagined.
Dark skin, unusually long ears, sharp eyes, and tattoos covering their entire bodies...
And their aggressive attitude disappointed Geom-in as well.
But what race wouldn't be aggressive after getting beaten and captured?
In any case, the veteran team realized they needed to make contact with them.
And for that, they needed a flag.
To be precise, a white flag of surrender.
After hearing the explanation from the Stag Beetle, Seok-hyun stubbornly refused.
"We won, so why do we have to raise a white flag? I can't do it."
"No, we didn't win—we just clashed, beat them up, and they ran away."
"That's winning. Anyway, no need for us to grovel."
"I'll tell Sung-ho."
"What do I hang on the pole?"
Da-jeong sighed as she watched Seok-hyun rub his hands together and ask the Stag Beetle.
He was a brute of a man, but at least he yielded to Sung-ho. That was a relief.
The Stag Beetle and Geom-in gathered large leaves and shaped them into a flower.
"Can't process a tree for the pole either—have to use a fallen branch."
Geom-in finished the flag, and the two grumbled.
"Wood Elves who love nature, huh?"
"Then what's with making massive trees their homes?"
"That tree's called Elderwood, apparently. They hollow out the center for the elves to live in."
"Our forest only has roots left now. This is racial discrimination."
"Think about what you did. If it were me, I'd have toppled it and beaten you with the roots."
"Sounds good to me?"
Oh no.
She'd forgotten this guy was a perv.
Da-jeong shut her mouth, and the group advanced into the forest with the flag out front.
The Stag Beetle rode on Seok-hyun's bald head at the lead, while Pungdeongi sat on Geom-in's head.
Da-jeong, following behind, took in the forest leisurely.
'Wow...'
It was incredibly dense and deep.
Yet sunlight filtered through the branches, so it wasn't as gloomy as expected.
A warm, cozy forest, but monsters were rare—driven out by the Wood Elves, apparently.
Knowing this flood was their doing made bowing a little easier.
'Of course, if they're too arrogant, we'd flip the table.'
Right now, Seok-hyun handled the psycho role, while Da-jeong reined him in or held him back.
Two psychos would be unmanageable.
But Da-jeong could turn psycho anytime too.
The bald guy leading just overshadowed her.
"Hey, Baldy!"
"What?"
"We need a fruit basket. Hold up."
"Monster arms are fine—why a fruit basket... Ow."
The Stag Beetle on Seok-hyun's head bit his ear.
It must have felt like a declaration of war from its perspective.
Anyway, Geom-in posted on the auction house, and Shelter members sent a fruit basket.
The Stag Beetle's eyes sparkled.
"Isn't this too fancy?"
"Ji-man made it. No one else does it this pretty."
The basket brimmed with colorful fruits and decorative flowers.
Just looking made a sweet scent waft, lifting spirits.
Geom-in held the basket.
"This should calm the Wood Elves."
"Geom-in, you're trying to woo a Wood Elf, aren't you?"
"Huh? No, not at all."
"What do you mean? Your face screams 'I want to date an elf.'"
Geom-in, who had indeed been making that face, startled and turned away.
He'd grown a lot, but hanging with veterans brought out his naive side sometimes.
Da-jeong giggled and teased him.
"You gave up on Soo-yeon unnie?"
"Felt like we didn't match... She's so mature."
"You only talk games, so she dumped you. Anyway, seeking your soulmate? What if Wood Elves live to 300? You fall for one, and she's a 200-year-old granny?"
"..."
Geom-in looked shocked.
He hadn't considered Wood Elf ages.
"For real? How old do you guys get?"
He approached the Stag Beetle cautiously, but it hid behind Seok-hyun's bunny ear.
Didn't even want to talk.
Da-jeong clapped.
"Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's work. Move out!"
"Yes ma'am."
The group plunged deeper into the forest.
I headed out with Ji-man on the motorcycle.
The Shelter members had just returned from hunting.
Everyone was subtly excited about beef.
Ji-man seemed to love raising cows in itself.
Anyway, priority was finding cows fast.
Dingo and Dingsun followed behind us.
Introducing them to James and Page, they were stunned.
"Not just one?"
"This is Dingsun, the female. They're a couple."
"What size. Can't compare to my ranch dogs."
Fantasy world wolves, so of course.
"Their fur is so pretty..."
Page admired the Silver Wolves.
They were pretty cute.
Size was a downside sometimes, but mostly an advantage.
Sang-shin looked up from the laptop.
"They chase a herd, it'll flip. Cows same size as them."
"Better than nothing. What about the herd?"
"Drones herded south, but problem—these guys."
People ahead, chasing the herd.
James didn't know them, so not ranch folk.
They pursued relentlessly, like mortal enemies.
Better than city monster chases, they figured—plains cow hunts.
Now resting 2-3km from the herd.
James stroked his beard, checking the laptop.
"Could spare 20, no issue... We find others, right?"
"Sure. But will they accept?"
Human greed has no end.
Expecting 200, then offered 20? Outrageous.
Doesn't matter if not theirs originally.
James pondered, then suggested.
"I'll drop a note. Explain fully, they'll agree."
Claiming ownership, offering split—but unlikely.
Drone dropped the note; we saw the leader cowboy flip the bird.
Page fumed.
"Idiots! Think all cows are theirs?"
"Chased this long, greedy now. Prep up. Ji-man, ride Dingo and follow."
"Got it."
I'd just learned: Shelter folks all ride Dingo and Dingsun for fun.
Lightweight, no burden.
Wolves seemed fine; Ji-man looked comfy.
Maybe battle-ready too.
"James, take this."
"Nice bike."
James with Page behind, revving up—pure biker gang.
He grinned at me, thumbs up.
"Apocalypse bikes are luck! Let's ride! Yee-haw!"
Vroom!
Two bikes tore across the plains.
Dingo with Ji-man and Dingsun followed, then veered.
Aiming herd front.
200+ cows chasing two wolves—spectacular.
But hunters trailed us.
Weapons raised—pissed.
"Ji-man! Keep going! Full speed!"
"Yes!"
No reason to stop and give chances.
But herd was issue.
Exhausted from chase; lead Angus halted, others followed.
Even barking from Ji-man and Dingo—no budge.
Foam from Angus's mouth.
That tired, no listening.
Sun Apples? Too many tired; minimal effect.
"James!"
We blocked herd front.
Let rest, then flee—but hunters tailed stubbornly.
I drew pistol from bag.
Ready to wipe if needed.
Battle royale zone.
Hunters appeared.
Saw pistol, flinched—but held.
That desperate?
Two stepped forward.
"Those cows ours."
"Sorry, mine. See ear tag."
James pointed to Angus's flapping ear; men scoffed.
"Pre-apocalypse ownership? Might makes right."
"Well said."
I shoved pistol at grimy guy.
"We got might, so we take?"
Cowboy hat, vest guy smirked, turned.
"Might's this."
Two advanced, aiming pipe-like things.
What? James's face darkened.
"Hand cannon... Pointing at people?"
"No choice! Gotta eat."
"Mr. Kang, dangerous. Pipe with glass, rocks—shoots lethal."
Americans DIY masters.
They saw my single gun, emboldened.
I gave none to James or Ji-man.
No need.
Cows recovering, snorting at Ji-man—fiercer than dogs.
Thinking I flinched, hunters yammered.
"Hey! That back girl's tits are killer!"
"Not girlfriend—daughter? Perfect. We'll treat good, hand over."
James ground teeth.
"Not cow hunters—human hunters."
Cowboy grinned.
"Common now... Asian duo vs. us? Texas country boys better."
"Eyes so slanted."
One pulled eye slits.
Typical racism.
Said casually, but pissed the target.
I flung Emeras dagger at his eye.
"Gaaah!"
Man screamed, dagger in eye.
"Splits nice. Looks good."
Hunters barked at me.
"Fuck! Wanna die? Tear you apart?"
"No, you're dying."
Why wait? Cows tired.
Recovered now—no need mercy.
Pistol aimed; hand cannons focused me.
"Shoot! Kill him!"
Boom!
Hand cannon exploded.
But dimension gate open.
Transparent air blocked debris.
I aimed pistol through gate, fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shots rang; shockingly, they endured, teeth gritted.
Body armor?
"Bike cover!"
James, Page ducked behind bike.
Arrows flew; I dodged gate, drew long knife.
"Dingo!"
Wolves charged, barking; hunters panicked.
"What wolves!"
"Reload quick!"
Hidden by herd.
I rushed cowboy pouring glass in pipe, swung knife.
Hand cannon and hand flew.
"Aaaah! My hand!"
"Scram."
Kicked chest; rear guy aimed bow.
I ducked instinctively.
Arrow whistled hair's breadth over.
Woof!
Wolves pounced.
But arrows from back too.
James, Page, Ji-man firing support.
Not great aim, but broke morale.
Good enough.
I charged flailing hunters.
Bloodwind swept plains.
Last survivor down from Emeras to eye.
One eye left, but blind, flailing.
"P-please... mercy..."
I pressed foot on back.
Man frog-kicked.
"Slant eyes again."
"Sorry, didn't mean... total mistake..."
"My turn for mistakes."
But no mess.
Long knife to neck—swift slice.
Head rolled; Page averted eyes.
"...Roughly done."
Meant to yield 20, but twisted.
No regrets.
Weak? I'd be dead.
Erased two words: concession, pity.
Luxuries for apocalypse dwellers.
"To ranch. Get... some beef."
People Living in the Apocalypse - 2 End