Chapter 224
Chapter 224
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 224
Chapter Title: Lotus's Natives - 6
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Oh, this is pretty good.
I wondered what he'd thrown at me, but it was actually a calming potion.
It seemed like a simple effect, but throwing it at a muscle-bound monster like that meant it was anything but simple.
It probably rendered them helpless for quite a while.
"There's also the Elderwood Rope..."
It was pretty worn, but still looked usable.
I handed it to Little Fist and told him to pull it. He jumped in surprise and pointed at the rope.
"This... indestructible."
I was startled.
"You can see the options? The text, I mean."
"Little Fist no dummy. Can see."
What was this?
Was the status window not exclusive to us?
Maybe the transcendent knights had them too.
Actually, if Lotus was the one who made them in the first place, that solved a ton of mysteries.
"Say 'status window.'"
"Status window."
"See anything in your vision?"
"Nothing."
Maybe there was another keyword to bring up the status window.
I rummaged through the corpse's pockets and found some useful items: three longswords, five potions, a magic scroll, the Whispering Gem, gold coins, a journal, and a pouch.
The last one, the pouch, was the jackpot.
"This is a dimensional pouch, just like mine."
It was a perfect copy of my dimensional pouch that duplicated my trait.
I turned it inside out and shook it, and a ridiculous amount of stuff poured out—way more than it should fit.
So, our traits had already been researched here in Lotus.
Especially the Ezekiel Empire—they were probably at the forefront.
"Do you know about Earth, by any chance?"
"Earth... unknown place."
"It's my home."
I brushed it off vaguely and unrolled the magic scroll and journal.
Little Fist's thick finger pointed at the scroll.
"This... fireball magic."
"You can read it?"
He nodded.
This guy was smarter than he looked.
Well, it wasn't low intelligence—just a rough way of speaking...
Maybe his oral structure as an ogre was different from humans.
When I pointed at the journal, he struggled a bit before saying it was a mission report.
So, it was a log where transcendent knights recorded their mission progress.
Trimming the unnecessary parts and summarizing:
—Traces of otherworlders beyond the gate. Requires further investigation.
—Fire Fist magic in the Luat Kingdom capital remains intact. No signs of entry.
—Elderwood Forest quiet. No anomalies.
—Luat settlements compliant. Rumor of an ogre as anomaly. Will pursue.
That was all the content.
I was shocked that even Ezekiel knew about us.
"They call dimensional gates 'gates'..."
So they knew about dungeons opening in our world, survivors entering to farm and hunt.
But we'd never spotted an Ezekiel outpost.
Not sure about other countries.
"This is dangerous."
I wasn't sure what Ezekiel was after.
But the odds of them treating us kindly were basically zero.
"They might even invade Earth..."
We could come and go to Lotus via dungeons and mazes.
Naturally, they could do the same to Earth.
That could lead to conflicts way worse than infighting among us.
"I need to report this."
It was too big for me to handle alone.
The good news was Ezekiel hadn't made any bold moves yet.
"Are they biding their time, or...?"
I packed the useful items into the dimensional pouch and opened my dimensional storage.
Burying the transcendent knights here would likely lead them back to me.
Better to store them and bury elsewhere.
"I didn't want to put corpses in there if I could help it."
But the dimensional storage was too handy.
I erased the signs of battle and stored the three horned birds standing dumbly nearby.
These guys loved humans too much—it was a problem.
Then Little Fist stared at me intently.
"Friend... leaving here."
"Yeah, gotta go. Nothing left for us here."
Pick up Geom-in in Luat's capital, then head to Elderwood Forest.
After that, circle the Ezekiel outpost slowly and check what needs checking.
The problem was this little ogre.
He was a target for Ezekiel now, so staying here was dangerous.
But if I left him, the Luat folk would suffer.
...The Whispering Gem.
It was probably linked to the dead knight's superior.
I steadied my breath and gripped the gem.
A moment later, a voice came through.
A woman?
The woman's voice was a bit husky, hard to make out clearly.
Mine would sound the same, so no risk of getting caught.
Good.
I improvised that the ogre had fled elsewhere.
I also grumbled that the idiots in Luat knew nothing.
She responded curtly.
She and Galitos didn't get along, apparently.
Maybe this was the busty Pistel vice-captain?
Anyway, she warned not to touch the Luat people.
Seemed better than that Galitos creep.
Conversation ended. I stowed the gem in the dimensional pouch.
"Should be safe to leave now. You're free."
"Little Fist follow friend."
"Follow me?"
Taking a talking ogre along...
Didn't seem too bad.
He could handle most monsters.
Super strong too—handy for odd jobs.
"But can you keep up?"
I pulled out the motorcycle and revved it. He came lumbering after with heavy thuds.
Faster than expected.
We headed for Luat's capital.
I entered the palace where Geom-in was.
The palace was ringed in flames, making visibility dim and hazy.
The roaring heat stung my skin.
"Geom-in's holding up fine in a place like this."
Probably thanks to the fire-resistant bulletproof vest.
Pushing through the scorching heat into the corridor, Geom-in greeted me.
"Sung-ho!"
"Holding up okay? Face looks decent enough."
"This helps make it bearable."
One was the bulletproof vest I'd given him; the other, a ring.
"What kind of options are these? Every resistance under the sun."
"Wanna die? I dug hard for these. Got more items too."
His face said, I did good, right?
I clapped his shoulder.
"Not wasting time holed up, huh. Impressive."
"Played some games too. So boring otherwise. Oh, the haul's over there."
Geom-in led me to a bedroom.
Felt kinda princess-y... Guess they had those too.
The stag beetle king and dung beetle greeted me.
I perched them on my head and opened the wooden box.
This was insane.
Shiny weapons, armor, jewelry first.
Scrolls beyond counting, and gold like you wouldn't believe.
Way prettier than Geom-in's dolls—even palm-sized gold bars.
How much was all this worth?
Geom-in sidled up slyly.
"Not bad, right?"
"Not bad? This is nuts. How much did you scrape together?"
"No one outside—like they'd been looted. Found stuff hidden behind paintings and statues."
Hard worker in the palace, huh.
With his help, I loaded the box into dimensional storage.
Geom-in remembered something.
"Oh, Seok-hyun's fighting Chinese guys right now."
"Heard about it."
"Nah, like... he's wiping their seeds dry."
"...Sudden topic shift? Near Incheon alone, close to a thousand?"
"Yeah, killing them all."
His face wasn't joking.
I quickly checked the auction house, Shelter members' comments.
He's really doing it.
Seok-hyun, guided by Yu-hyun, was battling the Chinese.
Calling it a battle was generous—it was a one-sided slaughter.
Probably didn't want the hassle later, with so much ahead.
Leaving Chinese would just trip us up repeatedly.
I clenched my fist.
Should've been my job, but I hesitated—now Seok-hyun stepped up.
Knowing him, he wouldn't stop halfway.
He'd haunt this land till every Chinese was gone.
Geom-in eyed me cautiously.
"What now? Tell him to stop?"
"...Let it be. Gotta happen anyway."
"Korean shelters buzzing. Massacre too much?"
"Who? Jang Won-taek?"
He looked away, trailing off.
"Lee Beom-seok or the chief secretary."
"Ignore 'em. Desk-jockeys think world's a flower garden."
Apocalypse rule simple: Kill or be killed.
Chinese ties too tangled to unravel.
Best to cut clean and burn.
Scanned comments more—no need for my help.
Everyone handling it fine.
I slung an arm over Geom-in's shoulder.
"Let Seoul sort itself. We travel with the ogre."
"O... ogre? What?"
"Met a talking one on the way..."
Explained details; Geom-in was stunned.
"Abomination thing was Ezekiel's orders..."
"Yeah, and tracking us—smells like trouble."
His eyes hardened.
"Definitely planning to hit us."
"So we scout smart. Elderwood first, then watch Ezekiel outpost."
Geom-in nodded, resolved.
"Usually we invade other worlds. Weird twist."
"Where's that happen?"
"Fantasy novels. Space fleets to other worlds—not attacking, just migrating."
Balanced, huh.
Anyway, Geom-in packed laptop and gear hastily.
We left the palace, met Little Fist.
"Friend's friend, friend."
He offered his wok-lid hand; Geom-in forced a smile.
"Uh, hi..."
That hand had poop on it.
The Korean-Chinese standoff ended absurdly with Seok-hyun's intervention.
No one could stand against his monstrous body, cheat items, infinite revives.
One punch, and most lost their minds, dying to monsters.
Chinese swarming Gimpo Airport freaked, started cursing.
"You're not human!"
"Stop killing! We're people too!"
Seok-hyun ignored them.
Eyed a building packed with them, leaped up to the terrace in one bound.
"Gah!"
Grabbed collars indiscriminately, hurled them out.
Area wrecked by zombie raid.
Thrown Chinese picked off one by one by monster hordes.
Numbers couldn't save them forever.
They broke, fleeing.
"Yu-hyun, guide me."
Seok-hyun followed the paper plane silently.
Monsters blocking him? Instant kill with a punch.
Bang!
Gunfire, but he didn't flinch.
Two Chinese in alley aimed guns.
"You bastard! Think you'll get away? No backlash for all these kills?"
Seok-hyun eyed the guns, pondering.
Wonder where they got those.
Probably sloppy clans north of the river got robbed.
Backup shelters ransacked—not surprising.
He trudged on, ignoring threats.
"Shoot! Kill him!"
Bullets rained around him.
Many hit, but bounced off.
Insane physical durability and resistance.
Chinese gritted teeth—no more firepower.
Seok-hyun grabbed a huge concrete chunk, flung it.
"Dodge!"
Thud!
Smashed one flat.
The diver groaned, rising—froze.
Seok-hyun bending the gun barrel.
"M-monster..."
Grabbed his throat.
Crack—
Neck snapped easy; body slumped.
Tossed him, wrecked the other gun.
Slaughter continued.
Somewhere in Bucheon, Seok-hyun officially became a system killer.
Deathmatches triggered; forced Chinese participants all died.
Terrified, they fled west.
But Seok-hyun's rampage endless.
Reached Incheon, killed everything walking on two legs.
Then rain started.
The rain they craved—no one left to feel it.
Seok-hyun looked up into the rain.
Sky as gloomy as his heart.
Lotus's Natives - 6 End