Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Seong Yo-na's Guild Upgrades
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“I’ll open the door for you!”
Seong Yo-na’s voice rang out, and the door swung wide open.
With one step out of the sub-space, we emerged at the familiar entrance to the guild.
“It feels like riding an amusement park ride.”
Almost like being in a dream, too.
“This way, we can prevent unauthorized outsiders from sneaking into the guild. Of course, it wouldn’t stop S-ranks if they really wanted to force their way in...”
Her smile faded as she seemed to recall Seong Rosa.
Hmm. In that case.
“What about random doors?”
“Random doors?”
“Yeah. Like dozens of doors like the one before. Only one leads to the actual guild, and it changes randomly each time.”
“Ah!”
“That way, we can’t completely block an S-rank intrusion, but at least we’d buy some time. What do you think? They’d have to smash through multiple doors to force their way in.”
“I never would’ve thought of that! It’s a great idea!”
Seong Yo-na pondered for a moment before diving right into the work.
She bustled back and forth between the inner gate and the entrance, looking like she’d be busy for a while.
I didn’t have anything particular to do, but I couldn’t just leave her alone, so I watched from a short distance away.
Im Cheong-su was the same, but once she got into work mode, she turned incredibly serious.
“Random door, random door...”
Hearing Seong Yo-na mutter to herself made my jaw clench involuntarily.
Where do you think I got the idea for randomly appearing doors from?
That tacky, insidious status ailment roulette wheel that pops up from overusing skills.
Just thinking about the last time it landed on ‘Faint,’ leaving me immobilized in a semi-comatose state for hours, still made my teeth grind.
‘Thanks a lot, system.’
At least the front door will be tougher now. Real tough.
The next day.
Just like yesterday, after breakfast, Seong Yo-na got busy again.
“I’m thinking of upgrading the training grounds today.”
“You’re not pushing yourself too hard, are you?”
Upgrading the guild’s core training grounds.
Fine by me.
“This is a breeze! But the most urgent one... has to be Cheong-su’s workshop, right?”
“Yeah. There are limits to sharing a space with Ji-seong oppa.”
Seong Yo-na nodded vigorously, as if to say just leave it to her.
“Where should we put it?”
“Hmm...”
I glanced around the training grounds, falling into a brief dilemma.
Compared to the old training grounds that were worse than a neighborhood public fountain, it was like night and day now.
But there still wasn’t enough spare room to squeeze in Cheong-su’s workshop.
“Expanding the training grounds from here... would be tough, right?”
It was a problem I’d been feeling for a while.
With seven guild members—no, now eight—spending most of their time living here, even the underground space that once felt spacious now occasionally felt cramped.
“Not tough at all! This is my sub-space, after all.”
Seong Yo-na answered lightly, as if it were no big deal.
“While we’re at it, how about doubling the size of the training grounds? And separating the dining area and kitchen too!”
“Huh? Oh, sure. That sounds good.”
“Great! Leave it to me!”
While I nodded along unconsciously, Seong Yo-na asked me a few questions and immediately started working.
But this time, since she was reshaping the space itself, she shooed me out until I was dazed and standing outside.
Did a god roll into the guild instead of an A-rank awakener?
The day after that.
Seong Yo-na finished the training grounds renovation in just one day.
The interior design was similar to before, but as promised, the space inside had doubled.
The simulation training area was now big enough for all the guild members to hold mock battles.
“I also tweaked the simulation realism to be more precise. It should feel even more lifelike now.”
“...Even more?”
Better steer clear of that place.
The memory of facing the Dirt Dragon with Kang Han last time sent chills down my spine on reflex.
“Noona, noona, can I check out my workshop?”
Im Cheong-su, who didn’t have school on the weekend, half-begged Seong Yo-na.
“Sure. Over there. Green door next to the recovery room.”
When I first offered to make him a workshop, he’d shrugged it off with “If you insist.”
But now, Im Cheong-su scampered excitedly toward the spot Seong Yo-na pointed out.
“Whoa!”
Im Cheong-su flung open the workshop door first, his mouth falling open.
“Im Cheong-su got wrecked.”
My jaw dropped too.
It was the workshop for Im Cheong-su, our guild’s cash cow—no, main revenue source—so I’d just casually mentioned to put a bit more care into it.
But Seong Yo-na had gone all out. The interior had everything Im Cheong-su could need.
Even cozy nooks and crannies for Maeng-i to rest and play.
“Chijik!”
Maeng-i, perched on Im Cheong-su’s head as usual, quickly scampered to one side.
It was a wooden shelter shaped like a giant cat tower.
The little guy rubbed blissfully against the soft moss cushion.
And this space was huge.
“I can dry herbs on this platform, and hang them over there!”
Im Cheong-su shouted so excitedly that his Seoul dialect slipped out again, his voice echoing faintly.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
“By the way, Cheong-su, you just gather herbs from dungeons, right? You don’t cultivate them separately?”
“C-Cultivate?!”
Im Cheong-su’s eyes sparkled.
“Can you make a greenhouse too?!”
“Not hard. Do you need one?”
“Of course I do!”
“But I’ve never been to a dungeon with good plant growth—like a jungle-type one—so...”
“If I can just control the temperature and humidity, I can make it work somehow...”
“Chijik! Chijik!”
Maeng-i, who’d been enjoying its new home, rushed over to join in.
Seeing the three smallest members of our burly Justice Guild huddle together like that, they almost looked like a trio of small animals.
“It’s nice seeing the two crafters pondering together...”
Hold on.
What if Cheong-su actually succeeds in cultivating dungeon plants?
I could hear the abacus in my head clicking away.
‘Cost reduction goes without saying, and maybe even mass production...?’
The moment my thoughts reached that point, there was no need for further deliberation.
“Guys! I’ve been to a jungle dungeon! Me! Me!”
I shot my hand up high and charged over, yelling.
Money-making opportunity!
Money!
“Hm, hmm, hummm♪”
Ten days into hiding at the Justice Guild.
Seong Yo-na hummed cheerfully while making French toast for breakfast.
Just a short while ago, she’d been holed up in a subway station restroom, creating a sub-space that she could barely maintain for an hour or two as her stamina waned.
‘I didn’t think things would turn out like this.’
Now, she was utterly content.
The French toast browning perfectly was enough to bring a huge smile to her face.
‘Recalling what Noona Yeo-ju said back then—was that really an incredible stroke of luck?’
As she sifted powdered sugar over the finished French toast, Seong Yo-na reflected.
“Even tastier, even tastier.”
She neatly sliced washed strawberries and arranged them on the plate.
She wanted to do everything she could for the people of the Justice Guild.
They’d taken her in despite being chased by Fantasia.
They’d believed her word even when she was framed for murder.
So she wanted to give them everything she had.
Even if that just meant preparing breakfast and gradually improving the guild’s facilities.
At that moment, the dining room door opened, and Cheong-su—the one who always came first for breakfast—walked in.
He was dressed in his school uniform, bag slung over one shoulder, ready for school.
“Good morning, noona. Sleep well?”
He seemed sullen and quiet on the surface, but he always greeted her politely first thing in the morning.
The fragrant aroma of breakfast.
The sense of security she hadn’t dared dream of for years was now becoming her precious daily life.
“Good morning, Cheong-su.”
Seong Yo-na beamed at Im Cheong-su.