Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Automation and Molrangmol
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Automation and, Molrangmol
[Molrangtori is straight-up insane lololol] [Author: AlphaWaTeto]
(Various material photos)
Isn't this thing nuts? Even at 50kg it's super useful
But damn, because of this I ended up doing one gate a day lololol
- For real, got way more diligent
ㄴIt's cheap anyway, right? That worth skimping on?
ㄴ(Author): F***, might not be able to buy it again, gotta milk the honey while I got it
ㄴLol fr
- Techno~logia~
-Ultimate High School Carrier: Take this post down you f***ing bastard
ㄴRice-eater prick got triggered lol
ㄴWhat's a rice-eater?
ㄴRice-muncher + porter, scumbags pulling s*** ratios and freeloading lolol
ㄴYeah lol
[Inventory seller come out right now] [Author: GodOfInv]
Raise the inventory price nicely while I'm asking
Or just shut down shop, or we'll take you out ourselves
-lololololololol
-F***ing idiot, go get yourself normalized~
-Just lower the settlement ratio yourselves? (Genuine question)
ㄴ(Author): Settlement ratio my ass, we're all f***ed anyway
ㄴThen level up your combat skills or whatever, you freeloaders riding buses nonstop lol
ㄴ(Author): That's my class? What utter bullshit
ㄴThen don't go into gates lolol Cowards?
ㄴFr, freeloader mindset is peak bb
"These guys fight every day."
Lately, the community battles between porters and non-porters had heated up.
Honestly, it was inevitable. From the porters' perspective, this random new item was straight-up stealing their jobs.
But if this was the flow of the times, then so be it.
'If you wanna survive, you gotta hustle smart.'
That's just how the world works.
Look at the hot topic right now—AI tech.
AI advancements were firing developers and making illustrators cry.
And it wasn't just AI. There were tons of cases like this. It wasn't a disaster unique to porters.
'They should actually be grateful to me.'
If you think about it. I'd uprooted outdated customs and evolved them to the next level.
The porters who adapted here would have bright futures ahead.
They'd make even more money—no way they'd fail.
And that was exactly what a healthy hunter society needed...
The true path to normalization.
Anyway.
Molrangtori sales were going smoothly. I'd basically fully automated it.
"Heave-ho! Good work!"
Thud! Thud!
The two giant pudding slimes were resonating. To boost production, I'd fused in one more recently.
Production had naturally doubled, but now the warehouse was packed.
'Honestly, even this feels like the limit...'
Thud! Thud!
Fortunately, they seemed satisfied. Just look at how they were stuck right to each other...
Hey...! You guys do that after I leave.
But aren't slimes asexual? Maybe it's just affection, and I'm overthinking.
Screeech!
Anyway, in this fully automated process, my job boiled down to one thing.
Once a day, collect the fragments the giant slimes produced.
"Heave-ho...! Whew. Heavier than it looks."
Thud!
I set the basket down in the room, and Mini quickly plopped down next to me.
Woo-ee!
Mini handled what I didn't even need to ask. No genius like this genius. If there was an employee of the month award, it'd go straight to Mini.
Woo-ee!
Mini paused mid-packaging and held out a hand to me.
"Oh."
Come to think of it, I had one more job.
Input the buyer's shipping address and print the label.
Vreeee!
That's why I'd hauled in a used printer. It even supported sticker printing.
The world's come a long way. Even printers like this exist.
"Mini. This too, please."
Woo-ee!
Mini took the label from me, hands moving nonstop. Staring right at me with those eyes, but zero errors in the work.
Woo-ee!
Mini picked up the packaged box and set it by the front door.
Last box of the day. Once I put it on the roof, the daily routine was done.
Thud!
"So many. Way too many."
I wiped the dripping sweat with my hand. On the rooftop's green paint, 70 Molrangtoris waited for shipping.
Like this, I was averaging about 70 Molrangtoris sold per day.
64 from the giant slimes, the remaining 6 from Molrangi and Molkangi.
The ratio was off, sure...
'But this is the best for now.'
No room to add more pudding slimes.
Every time I summoned one, the fusion urge overflowed. Fusions were the hot new premium version, after all.
Of course, with the lottery sales right now, even 6 Molrangtoris did their job fine. Niche market vibe.
Most folks chased the latest version anyway, so plenty banked on the higher odds.
So this felt like the sweet spot.
Creak!
I sat back in my chair and focused on the computer screen.
"Hoo..."
My heart was pounding for no reason. Excitement bubbling over.
And rightly so, because right now was...
"Time to check the settlements~"
Weekly sales settlement time.
I'd ignored the page till now to savor it all at once. Worth the wait.
And hard work always pays off!
"Big money...! Withdraw skill activate!"
Ding!
[JH Hunter Love Future Account (4213) Deposit: 28,810,000 won - (Hunter Points Withdrawal)]
Lemme see... ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands...
"Whoa..."
A whopping 28 million won. Pure profit after all deductions.
That's 100 million a month. Not monthly 10 mil kick—monthly 100 mil kick. Monthly 100 mil.
"Insane."
Not an annual 100 mil salary—a monthly 100 mil. The number hit like a dream; my mind went blank for a sec.
This... isn't a dream, right?
Woo-ee!
Mini, who'd snuck up beside me, flashed a thumbs-up like a pro assistant.
As if to say it's real, no worries—patting my shoulder.
"Cute little guy..."
Woo-ee!
"Okay! Service time!"
I grabbed Mini under the armpits with both hands and lifted. Like airplane rides for kids.
Wooo—ee!
Mini's mouth corners shot skyward. Their favorite play, after all.
I'd love to do it daily, but no dice.
"Ughhh... Sorry. Can't do more."
Whew, arms already shaking. My skinny arms couldn't handle Mini's weight.
"Play for a bit."
I set Mini down and stared at the account balance again.
Excitement settling; could think straight now.
"Hmm..."
This amount was from maxing out sprints. Slimes producing nonstop daily.
Feed 'em mana stones, and yeah, same output every day possible.
'But that'd make me a s***ty boss.'
Nobody wants hellish 7-day weeks.
Society's gone from 6-day to 5-day weeks, now debating 4-day.
Keep this up, slimes'd unionize, no joke.
Yellow headbands screaming 'Evil boss Han Sa-byeok step down!'—rebelling against me.
I'd kneel crying, doubling mana stones like they wanted.
"Puhahaha..."
So absurd I burst out laughing.
My MBTI's N-type, so I spun these ridiculous fantasies often.
No way it'd happen. My bond with the slimes was rock-solid.
But rest was essential. Just look at them.
Woo-ee-ee!
Molraaang...
Mini bugged them to play, but Molrangi and Molkangi didn't budge. Stretched out by the window, sunbathing.
Slimes literally tearing into their own flesh. Recovery or not, stress was real.
"Mini."
Woo-ee!
"Don't bug them and watch this instead."
I handed Mini the tablet. Refurb one, since Mini botched the force and bent the screen.
Woo-ee!
Mini took it and scurried under my bed.
No clue why, but they loved it there. Golems like the dark?
[There's someone ruining art here.]
Familiar TTS voice followed.
Lately, just these short vids...
Should I block it? Tons of studies saying that stuff rots brains.
Woo-ee...! Woo-ee!
But look at that face. Mini's jaw dropped, glued to the screen.
...Fine. Enjoy. Long as you work hard, what's not to give.
"Where, where..."
I turned back to the monitor. Sales page closed—my gallery greeted me.
"Way too barren..."
Gallery had zilch. Just one trading board.
Rest was blank. Total problem.
Like slapping 'Business as usual' on a collapsed building.
Perfect timing to rest the slimes—gonna spruce up the gallery.
Name already decided.
Tap.
[Molrangmol]
Click.
[Gallery name changed to 'Molrangmol.']
"Nice?"
Even I think it's perfect. Just add some deco, make misc boards. Done.
F12, right...? Heard you can edit with dev tools...
Click!
"Wha... what's this?"
Alien gibberish flooded. Screen crammed with bizarre fonts. English, but not English.
Okay. Confirmed. Can't do solo.
I whipped out my phone, tapping away.
[Me: (photo) Anyone know how to do this...?]
SOS in the group chat with Lee Seo-jin and Shin Ha-young.
[Lee Seo-jin (Solhoga): Wtf?]
[Me: Trying to decorate gallery.]
[Lee Seo-jin (Solhoga): Oh that]
[Me: You know?]
[Lee Seo-jin (Solhoga): Yeah sure]
[Me: Ah.]
[Me: What about Ha-young sis?]
[Shin Ha-young (Same-dang): Uh... no clue?]
[Me: Halfway then;;]
Why are they all noobs? Didn't everyone code a bit as kids?
They're older, maybe not that era.
Just as I pondered studying it myself—new message.
[Shin Ha-young (Same-dang): Know someone... ask?]
[Me: Go go go go go go YES.]
Classic Ha-young. Jeweler life gave her wide connections.
Seo-jin too loyal to her nickname, content with a few close pals.
Ding!
[Shin Ha-young (Same-dang): Asked, they say yes? Pro at it.]
[Me: O! As expected Ha-young sis lol Different from some.]
[Lee Seo-jin (Solhoga): ? (Clueless~ emoticon)]
[Shin Ha-young (Same-dang): Lmaoooo But okay with it?]
[Me: With what?]
Obviously fine? Even if they charged big bucks, I'd pay.
Quality good, money no issue. I'm rich now! 100 mil a month!
Ding!
[Shin Ha-young (Same-dang): Wants to meet in person to work on it?]
Hm.
That's trickier.