Ah, Right, the Broadcast Constellation Gallery
Oh, right. The Broadcast Constellation Gallery. The Constellations here were currently in a state of utter panic. All because Han Yuyeon had looked up at them with sparkling eyes, declaring she wanted to become a master of supplies.
Come back here!!!
How could anyone ignore those eyes from Han Yuyeon? For the dignity of the Constellations, they had to send a massive amount of ingredients. But above all, this was a competition. A contest to become the Constellation who could send the most ingredients to Yuyeon.
Self-proclaimed parents of Yuyeon, running around so undignified—it's pathetic lol
Embarrassing, so everyone leave the gallery lol
Yuyeon only needs mom lol!!
(GIF of a sword strike cleaving the sea)
(GIF of orchards filling the opposite horizon)
The other Constellations put up a fight too, but the top two were FindGems and ConclusionCollector. To break into this duopoly, what was the way? Simple.
If I can't be the best, just drag the best down! A judgment befitting Constellations forged in battle.
[If I can't have it, smash it all~]
[Stop it! I'm sorry~!]
[Might as well sort the strength hierarchy now?]
[Planet headbutt rush~]
The site of chaos and destruction passed. The Constellation alliance that toppled the overwhelming 1st and 2nd disbanded for a fair rematch.
[We're enemies from now on?]
[Next time we meet, kill each other]
[Prepare to get wrecked~]
Hahaha, the Constellations cheerfully disbanded. In this mess, one Constellation profited uniquely.
"Grandpa's the best, as expected."
"Hahaha."
It was Halakaib, quietly sending garden ingredients from the corner of the room.
To become a supply master, I checked the Maid's Subspace Pocket shop—and was hit with a massive shock. Well, it was obvious in hindsight, but the shop even sold cooking tools and utensils. Boo hoo.
I'd been diligently whittling wood to make them till now.
Anyway, while thanking the Constellations for the ingredients, I focused on equipment upgrades.
Goal: Upgrade weapons to S-grade by type.
From A to S, success rate's just 1%, but with my overflowing Maid Points, that's more than enough. Increase trials, and probability hits eventually.
Maid's Greatsword (A) has been destroyed.
Fail, but keep going.
Maid's Greatsword (A) has been destroyed.
Won't work? Keep going.
Maid's Greatsword (A) has been destroyed.
Regression to the mean exists in this world.
Maid's Greatsword (A) has been destroyed.
Success possible, but.
"Hm."
Me, Han Yuyeon. Authority of Flexible Compromise.
New goal: Upgrade all weapons to A-grade.
True masters don't fuss over tools. As a master, this handicap's fine.
Endless failures. First, upgraded all shop weapons to A-grade.
"V."
Turning back, a mountain of grass piles loomed. Checking backlog messages, Grandpa had been sleeve-sending nonstop.
Sage of the Star Library bestows grace upon you.
Sage of the Star Library bestows grace upon you.
Sage of the Star Library bestows grace upon you.
"Grandpa's the best, as expected."
Sage of the Star Library gazes at you fondly.
"VV."
Staring at the neatly piled ingredients felt so reassuring. One or two for me wouldn't hurt.
"Nom nom."
Munching grass piles, I pondered. Variety of dishes, nutrition, effects from these ingredients.
Done thinking, I pulled out cooking tools.
"Ta-da~!"
Top-shelf guaranteed by Maid in Subspace Shop: Maid's Pot.
Lifting the pot, I snuck a greatsword upgrade while Tower was off-guard.
"Pop pop pop~!"
Maid's Greatsword upgraded to (S).
"!"
Guardian of the Sword Realm gazes at you.
"!!!"
Right now, I could feel my instincts. The flow of upgrades. The cosmic current governing probability, faintly sensed!
Now's the time!
Maid's Greatsword (S) has been destroyed.
"Wahhh."
Guardian of the Sword Realm claps his hands.
Nope.
Grind back to A...
Maid's Greatsword (B) has been destroyed.
Maid's Greatsword (B) has been destroyed.
Maid's Greatsword (B) has been destroyed.
Compromise! Grind to B...
Maid's Greatsword (C) has been destroyed.
Maid's Greatsword (C) has been destroyed.
Maid's Greatsword (C) has been destroyed.
"Hm."
Abandon! No more greatswords in my arsenal.
Guardian of the Sword Realm despairs.
But General's heirloom remained. Checked options out of curiosity.
On hit, absorbs some of target's life force.
Just one line, huh. Not even quantified. Still, worth a try.
Pulled from Subspace Pocket, swung the over-2m blade whoosh whoosh.
Guardian of the Sword Realm cheers you on.
Swining a greatsword bigger than me lacked grace. Tried my best for poise, but impossible. The vicious blade clashed horribly with my maid outfit.
Back to subspace, tried upgrade—
Only items purchased from Subspace Shop can be upgraded.
Failed. It'll come in handy someday. Stored General's greatsword.
Guardian of the Sword Realm bestows grace upon you.
- Daughter. Not rushing, but when will you wield a sword?
"Gasp."
Come to think of it...? Have I ever used a sword in trials so far?
Not once, right?
"Sorry, Father. I'll definitely use a sword in the next trial."
- Didn't mean to pressure. Don't worry about it. No need to apologize.
"Father, the text is too big. Greatswords are iffy, but can I use a one-handed sword?"
Guardian of the Sword Realm cheers you on.
"What about dual swords?"
Guardian of the Sword Realm freaks out in message.
"Why?"
Guardian of the Sword Realm swallows hard.
Why no dual swords? Curiosity peaked, wanted details, but no more fish fell. Only subtle messages returned.
Worried if fishing was bad today and he went far because of me.
"Father, if you're going far out fishing 'cause of me, please stop. I hate seeing you suffer for me."
Guardian of the Sword Realm strongly denies it.
Guardian of the Sword Realm bestows grace upon you.
Plop. A tiny fish fell. Text size matched—minuscule.
- I'm fine. Not hard at all, don't worry.
"Boo hoo..."
Father, how do you endure? I'll massage your shoulders when I visit later. Resolved.
Checked armor to grow stronger.
Won't die unless heart and brain destroyed simultaneously.
Recovery rises as HP lowers.
Recovers any damage type.
Unequip destroys heart.
"????"
Four lines...???
What favoritism. A-grade with four options. Thought Tower liked simple, but no.
Fourth one's brutal tho. Stash in subspace.
Swish swish. Cooking was so fun, my body kept swaying.
Multiple Constellations gaze at you fondly.
"Thank you. I'll do even better."
Multiple Constellations cheer you on.
Now multitasking cooking and upgrades while swaying. Me, Han Yuyeon. Authority of Flexible Multitasking.
Can handle multiple things at once—focusing on one wastes time.
Whoosh—!
"?"
Ingredients too precious to waste. Forgot fire control, swayed too much.
"!"
Sudden chest pain. Like thorns pricking my heart. This belated sensation: conscience pangs.
Burning Constellation-sent ingredients... How rude, not focusing on cooking.
I'll become an etiquette master. Vowed no more mistakes, focused.
Then a voice from somewhere.
'Hi, I'm your conscience.'
You're alive!
'I was alive—until you burned the cooking.'
Gasp. Dead now?
No reply. Probably gone. Buried Conscience in my heart, held funeral.
Thus, I became the ultimate maid, free from conscience constraints.
Crackle—!
Burnt grass no longer hurts. Burnt: the grass or my conscience?
Failure traces mar Maid's Grace—destroy evidence first.
"Nom nom."
Huh. Tasty.
Maybe invented new recipe. My cooking skills scare me now.
Half-effort yields this—what about full? For world's peace, no serious cooking ahead.
After long time thus, realized crucial fact.
What if someone hates meat? Veggies? Has pets?
Prep varied lunchboxes. True first-class maid preps all scenarios.
Kept making diverse lunchboxes, stacking in subspace; upgraded weapons to min A-grade. Except greatswords.
How many? One two three four...
"Tower. Tower. Urgent. If subspace has multiples of same item, show count please."
Roughly 100 per weapon type. Why so many?
Shop items shareable with 'Master'. Supplying soldiers A-grade weapons proves my supply dominance.
Wanted S-grade flood, but tough. Mass S-grades need luck despite points—
'You're not thinking flexibly at all right now.'
Voice in head. The 'Yuyeon' part of Han Yuyeon.
Left with 'Han', I ghosted. Awkward meeting Conscience now.
'Time aplenty. Mass-produce weapons as needed.'
True. Why rush like time short?
Reunited as Han Yuyeon, multitasked lunchboxes and upgrades.
Upgrade. Upgrade. Repeated till S-grade mass-produced (no greatswords)—then realized really crucial fact.
Oh right, broadcast.