Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: I'm Immune to That Now
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I’m immune to that now.
Come to think of it, the reason I posted that picture on Instagram (well, Ophelia posted it for me) was to detach a piece of Ophelia's magic stone and give it to Minium.
I was so startled when Maxy suddenly sent me a DM that I completely forgot.
I never expected my rank to rise like this overnight. I was surprised that it was resolved so much more easily than I thought, and with three whole days to spare.
“Ophelia, shall we give it a try then?”
“Would you like to make an attempt?”
“Hmm, is it still a bit difficult?”
“The magic stone used in my body is of quite high quality. It may still be difficult for you, Princess, to handle it without any loss.”
“I see…”
According to Ophelia, it seemed I had acquired too many good materials too quickly. She said if I had waited until my Issue Command or Golem Creation skills had leveled up more, I might have been able to create something with far greater efficiency.
The fact that Han Do-hee gave me rare metal when I had no foundation to speak of was a huge deal. Normally, I would have had to start from the very bottom, but instead, I started with a golem named Suri who possessed incredible combat power.
“Well then… Hmm. Should I post another picture on Instagram?”
I thought about it carefully. If I just posted pictures recklessly, people might lose interest. Maybe I should post a Psyburger this time.
“Princess, posting a Psyburger digital coupon on Instagram may not be a good idea.”
“H-How did you know?!”
“What are you referring to?”
“That I was going to give away Psyburgers on Instagram…”
Could it be? Has Ophelia now gained the ability to read my thoughts?
“The purchase page for a Psyburger digital coupon is currently displayed on your screen.”
“Oh, right.”
So that wasn't it; the purchase page was just open on my phone. In any case, the plan to give away Psyburger coupons on Instagram was scrapped. Honestly, I wanted to ask why it was a bad idea, but I also thought it was a bit of a waste of money. Besides, there were so many foreigners following me. What if someone who won the coupon couldn't even use it?
I mean, there probably aren't any Mom's Touch restaurants in places like Africa.
“Hmm… Then I suppose the time has come to use *that*…!”
From Ophelia's perspective, watching over me, she just hoped her naive princess wouldn't do anything too strange.
*Click, clack*
“Ophelia, how do you say ‘Praise the princess’ in English?”
“It is ‘Praise the princess.’”
“Play… Can you type on the keyboard for me?”
“...Very well.”
*Tack-tack-tack….*
As Ophelia typed at Eve's request, she glanced at the monitor. She had no idea what her princess was up to. Every time Eve tried to do something on the computer, Ophelia felt a slight tension.
‘Will that… be alright?’
Of course, there was nothing particularly problematic about what Eve was trying to do. Statistically, other influencers who had attempted the same thing had gained a considerable number of followers and fame, but still…
“It is done.”
“Yay, thank you.”
Standing at a distance—though in a studio apartment, "at a distance" was only about five meters—Ophelia watched Eve's back.
#Roblox #Robux #Freerobux
FREE 500 ROBUX!!! type ‘Praise the princess’ and share!!
The number of shares climbed faster than anticipated. Unable to stand by and watch the cherished princess of the kingdom become a Western grade-schooler game influencer giving away cash gift cards, Ophelia accumulated hundreds of reports in an instant, getting the post deleted.
“Why?!”
Less than ten minutes later, Eve's shriek echoed through the studio apartment.
“...It seems the post was deleted for violating regulations related to scams.”
“Huh… Was I not supposed to do that?”
When examined against the regulations, Ophelia's words were, point by point, correct.
“Hmph, well, I guess I’ll just have to spend this on Roblox myself.”
“…”
Eve's grand operation to become a little-kid-influencer giving away free Robux ended in failure, but her original goal of achieving a C+ rank in Issue Command succeeded after many twists and turns.
And it happened that very night.
“Huh? Why did it suddenly go up?”
Instagram posts don't just flash once and disappear; if you leave them up, they get automatically exposed by the algorithm. Having gained 10,000 followers, Eve's Issue Command rank safely settled at C+.
“It seems it will be possible to some extent now.”
“Really? Should we try it then?!”
“Yes. However, since we enter the gate in three days, let us attempt it then.”
“Oh, right. I forgot.”
*Ding!*
“Ooh.”
The next morning. After waking up and finishing my bath—which was, as usual, 90 percent Ophelia's work and 10 percent mine—I was browsing the Awakening Gallery while drying my hair when a DM came through on Instagram.
-chaE._Vely_: Eve, I saw you posted a picture ㅠ
-chaE._Vely_: You're so cuteㅎ
-_Princess_Eve: hehe..
-_Princess_Eve: Thank you
-chaE._Vely_: If you have time, wanna go to a cafe with me later?
-chaE._Vely_: With Do-hee too??
-_Princess_Eve: Where is it?
-chaE._Vely_: (Address)
-chaE._Vely_: It's here, Do-hee said she'll give us a ride
-chaE._Vely_: Have you ever tried fatcarons?
-chaE._Vely_: Let's go get some yummy desserts ㅎ
“Fatcarons…!”
Fatcarons.
If this food was ever mentioned in the gallery, nine times out of ten, it was in a negative light. Most of the stories would probably be tinged with a bit of mockery.
It was part of that long copypasta… black sesame fatcaron, malatang, yeopddeok, fried sundae, rosé pasta, tanghulu, ang-butter croffle, salt bread, matcha tiramisu, carbo buldak, strawberry mochi, brown sugar bubble tea, Shilla Hotel mango bingsu, and so on and so forth.
The joke was that if a man ate them, his testosterone would be instantly obliterated, he'd shrink, and his muscles would melt away. In severe cases, it could even cause a crisis of gender identity. They were foods loaded with nasty debuffs.
I was so, so scared of them that I never touched them. It was definitely not because I didn't have money. The only dessert in my life is Seolreim Cookies and Cream. Sponsorships welcome.
Doritos are a meal.
-_Princess_Eve: They seem expensive..ㅜㅜ
-chaE._Vely_: lolololol
-chaE._Vely_: I'll buy them for you, Eve
-chaE._Vely_: I make tons of money lolololol
-_Princess_Eve: Huk
I said it just in case, but it looks like she really intends to treat me. In that case…!
“Ophelia. Is it okay if I go out for dessert?”
“Dessert, you say.”
Ophelia closed her eyes for a moment as if in thought, then nodded.
“Yes, that is acceptable.”
“Yay.”
-_Princess_Eve: Ophelia says it's okay for me to go
-chaE._Vely_: Aww but then Ophelia will be lonelyㅠ
-chaE._Vely_: Ask her to come with us lol
-chaE._Vely_: Ophelia will probably like fatcarons too
-_Princess_Eve: Is that really okay??
-chaE._Vely_: lol I'm rich..
-chaE._Vely_: Should I buy you 100 Seolreim Cookies and Cream?
-_Princess_Eve: Huk
She really is rich.
“Ophelia! You should come for dessert too!”
“Me, Princess? As I convert calories into magical energy, high-end desserts with a high price-to-calorie ratio are not cost-effective.”
“It should be fine since Chae-ah is paying…? Won't you please come have dessert with me?”
“Hmm… Very well. Then I shall accompany you.”
“Yay.”
-_Princess_Eve: : Ophelia is coming too
-chaE._Vely_: Good job lol
-chaE._Vely_: Get ready to go out
-chaE._Vely_: I'm waiting for Do-hee's car
-_Princess_Eve: kay
-_Princess_Eve: Okay
-chaE._Vely_: Should be there in 20 minutes
“Twenty minutes is plenty of time.”
“Twenty minutes is rather tight.”
“Huh?”
Normally, for a guy, 20 minutes is enough time to have a leisurely meal. Honestly, it's not like I wear makeup or anything, so I didn't think there was much to do besides get dressed.
“Princess. According to internet statistical data, women who use social media and visit what are commonly referred to as ‘aesthetic cafes’ take an average of 124 photographs.”
“Whoa, why would they take so many pictures?”
“Furthermore, the percentage of those who take no pictures at all is a mere 2.7 percent. Therefore, the probability of you taking pictures at this dessert cafe and posting them on social media is 99.81 percent.”
“I see.”
“Therefore, let us take a little more time today to get you properly dressed and ready.”
“Ah.”
“Eve! Over here!”
“Ah, Do-hee.”
For some reason, calling Han Do-hee "unnie" doesn't come out easily. Maybe because she's short. Chae-ah is tall, even among regular people.
“Aww~ Eve, you wore something pretty today, didn't you?”
“Ah, yes… Ophelia picked it out for me…”
“It would have been nice if Ophelia had worn something other than her maid uniform too!”
“I have not yet acquired any casual attire for myself. It is regrettable.”
“Then we’ll have to go buy some after dessert, won’t we?”
“That is quite all right. I have no planned expenditures for my own clothing at this time.”
“Hehe, then I can just buy them for you, can’t I?”
“...I must decline, as it could be a burden on your financial situation, Chae-ah.”
“It’s really no problem~”
We got into Han Do-hee's Maxcruz (full option << very important, the sunroof opens up really wide) and headed to the dessert shop Chae-ah had picked out.
‘Wow, that’s a landmine outfit.’
Han Do-hee, who posts pictures more on Huntweet than Instagram, was dressed in a style that perfectly matched that vibe. It was mostly black, with a gothic feel? There were a lot of unidentifiable frills and things.
Chae-ah was dressed in a normal, trendy style.
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“Eve, why did you tag Do-hee first?”
“Obviously, it means she likes me more.”
“I-I didn’t really think about it…”
“Sob, sob, you’re making me sad.”
Someone save me. I feel like I'm going to throw up the macarons.