Chapter 106
Translator: penny
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: Letter from Dreamland
Our Dreamland needs jamming.
Intruders are trying to create a magic vault.
There was no guarantee that Lorensia would barge in right away.
Still, my judgment was that preparing in advance couldn't hurt.
That was why I was thinking about making contact with the outside world.
Newbie...
Yeah?
I went ahead and drafted some blueprints. Mind taking a look...?
(Photo)
Whoa.
I had no clue what any of it was.
So basically, Newbie, you need jamming in the end, right?
You want to build a partnership with outside mages for that?
Yeah...
There's no guarantee Lorensia will invade this cycle anyway.
And if nothing happens after, it'll all be pointless.
Honestly, it feels inefficient to me.
But better than just sitting around waiting.
Prepping ahead gives peace of mind...
If we can't get jamming devices from other bros outside.
We can just bring in a mage and have them do it manually.
Anyway, this felt like the best option for me.
In the end, that means revealing your identity, Newbie...
Yeah... That's what's bothering me a bit.
Where there's light, there's shadow.
This was just the start—there were tons of things to consider.
So, what to do from here?
I was deep in thought.
Nice job on the mama-making...
Show this, and you won't need to worry...
Ah.
This is the blueprint for the jamming bomb I made...
Think of it like an EMP bomb...
!!!!!!!!
No way.
Heh...
You're probably thinking what I think you are...
Follow this blueprint closely,
take it to a mage, and say... "Make me one of these magic tools."
Something like that... They should be able to whip it up.
The materials are tricky to get, but I designed it so even average mages can make it easily heh heh.
This way, no need to reveal yourself...
And you secure your jamming method...
Anyway, that's the gist...
Was Magic Hero a god?
I never dreamed he'd hand over a gift like this.
The truth was,
if jamming devices or bombs were sold outside, my problem would be solved without any hassle.
But since they weren't, I was pretty stuck.
Now, custom orders were on the table.
No item?
Make one.
No blueprint?
Make one.
It was possible thanks to Magic Hero.
This wouldn't be affected by changing locations either.
Make them ahead and store in the dungeon. Done.
No need for a mage to standby in real-time.
I immediately snapped a photo of myself doing a grand salute and uploaded it to the gallery.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO
What a madlad LMAO
Look at that perfect salute LMAO
He gave me the countermeasure, so grand salute is the least I can do LMAO
Newbie's hyped as fuck LMAO
Fr LMAOOOOOOOO
LMAOOOOOOOOOOO
You can feel the emotion from the photo LOL
While you're at it with the grand salute, go full nude...
Nooooooo
No way, Newbie's nudes are mine only
Heh...
Glad I could help...
I thought a full jamming device might be better,
but it's too complex for regular mages...
Tech leak risks,
hard-to-find materials outside...
Anyway, this was the best...
Thank you.
Really, thank you. Dungeon Gallery GOAT.
My mind was at ease now.
Thanks to Restia, I'd scored 30 1kg gold bars.
I gave her three as a fee, so let's make good use of the remaining 27.
Copying the complex blueprint wasn't hard.
Lower the hologram's transparency, lay it over paper,
and it projects like tracing paper.
Just trace it.
Even elementary kids could do it.
Tracing OP?
SSOP...
There was a Plan B too.
Capture an invading mage and "convince" them(?) to jam.
But too many variables.
Showing myself to intruders creates risks.
If Lorensia wasn't a total idiot,
she'd have planned for that.
"But Dreamland thinking 'no jamming, so install magic vault'—turns out there are more counters than expected?"
In the end, just solve the jamming, right?
If it were another dungeon, maybe not.
But since I can go outside, plenty of options.
And Lorensia can't control all Dreamland intruders anyway.
Thinking back, not that threatening.
High-level bluff?
Or bait to lure me out?
Abrollis knows my face, but hmm.
"Surely not that pseudo-smart."
I knew the outside layout.
Thanks to Molang and Restia sharing vision, I had a rough map.
Thought about heading out myself,
but too risky.
There is a rare disease with no mana...
But it's not common, so you'd stand out if noticed...
To detect no mana, they'd need detection magic anyway.
No one casts that in the city, so you should be fine...
Still worrying me.
Even a stone bridge needs tapping before crossing.
Outside was a minefield for me.
With the stakes and only one life, better play safe.
Just tell 'em to kidnap a mage outside and force them to make it heh heh
Newbie gonna do that?
Human hate is peak;;
LOL...
Restia bringing a mage would be ideal,
but getting more tangled with me could spell trouble for her.
Time to stop relying on help.
Handle the rest solo.
"Hm."
Alright.
Let's try this approach.
As Dreamland's Dungeon Master, tackle it anomalously.
"Molang, prep for deployment."
"Eh?"
First, scout a suitable target.
I busily scribbled with my pen.
One of the cities near Frostthorn Mountain here.
In Baroness Roberta's domain, there's a mage.
"......"
His name is Nordel.
Age 45, rank as a 2-circle mage.
In North Kingdom terms, commoner level.
The kind with no talent, they say.
No notable achievements.
Your average nobody.
Age piling up.
Skills stagnant.
No magic tower would take him.
-How about periodically watering farmers' fields? Pays decent.
-Piss off. You think I became a mage for that?
Pride in his looks at least.
Does nothing but vain studies.
The classic rice-wasting trash.
That was Nordel.
"Fuck."
Drunk in broad daylight again.
Spending his meager cash on booze, staggering the streets.
"You think I'm easy too?"
"Y-Yes...?"
Nordel had a hobby.
More habit now.
"Yeah. Since I'm 'easy,' you're shoving that tin can in my face like that. To a 3-circle or 4-circle mage, you'd bow your head and scurry past, thinking 'fuck, this beggar's ruining my mood.'"
This was his only way to fill the inferiority and shattered pride.
"S-Sorry."
"I'm only 2-circle at my age 'cause I haven't caught a break yet. Fuck, with the right conditions, I could've hit 4-circle easy. Back in my youth, my master said I handled magic better than others..."
Nordel muttered.
Glared at the boy with drunken, hazy eyes.
The nameless beggar boy looked up in fear.
Lowered his can, clasped hands begging.
"I didn't mean it that way, I just need money..."
"Need money? Then work for it. Kid your age already whining weak."
"My legs hurt, can't work..."
"Oh, disabled?"
He often picked on weaker folks.
Like stomping ants for fun—felt superior in that moment.
Nordel kicked the boy's can.
Slapped the begging boy's cheek.
Clang crash.
Boy falls.
See?
That's the gap between him and me.
I'm not worthless.
Superior to that lowly thing.
Nordel savored the thrill looking at the boy.
He repeated these petty acts daily.
His sole joy in life.
"Next time, stay down. Don't even lift your head, got it?"
"Y-Yes."
As Nordel left, the beggar boy gathered scattered coins.
A tiny slime watched it all.
Squish squish.
Squish squish.
It stealthily trailed Nordel.
Very quietly.
Nordel returned home.
Flopped on the sofa, dozed off.
He opens his eyes.
Sunset outside the window.
"Ugh, my head..."
Grabbed a bottle from the table habitually.
But it was water.
Poured into mouth.
"Urp."
Stumbled up.
Fumbled clothes for wallet—empty.
Parents' inheritance all sold.
Blown on failed research, booze, hookers.
Broke.
"Need cheap booze at least..."
Truly backed into a corner.
Needed to do something, but no research fruits, and menial jobs? His pride from years of magic study wouldn't allow it.
Rummaged the house.
Hoping for something to sell—nothing.
"Fuck."
Then,
Nordel spotted a letter in his mailbox after ages.
"What the."
Picked it up.
Who from? No one to send.
Envelope crudely sealed, no wax.
Paper inside like torn notebook page.
But,
the content was fresh and shocking.
Too refined for kid prank.
Too absurd for adult letter.
"Congratulations! You've won."
"Tired of meaningless days?"
"Don't you feel like effort never pays off?"
"We're offering a life-changing chance from paradise of dreams and hope."
"Solve this puzzle correctly for a prize."
He blinked.
Content rang true somehow.
Inside the envelope, a tiny gold nugget.