Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: The Strongest Being on Earth
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Having finished my preparations, I climbed up to the deck, where Herman was still puffing away on his cigarette, sending plumes of smoke into the air.
"Herman, Arthur, Namir. I'm here."
The two busy chatting and Arthur responded.
"You look great."
"Pfft, right?"
In contrast, Arthur wore a sulky expression.
"Where's Snowball?"
"Huh?"
At Arthur's words, I naturally reached back to touch the nape of my neck, feeling something warm and fluffy like a cotton ball.
"Snowball, when did you latch on?"
"Yeah."
"What do you mean 'yeah,' you little fluffball."
"Yeah."
Ever since I'd left Snowball behind and jumped into the sea, its little ears had perked up at my every tiny movement, making me feel like I'd done something terribly wrong.
"Next time, we'll always go together."
"Together."
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
Only after my words did it seem to find some comfort, rolling around on top of my head like usual.
"Arthur, I'll hang out with Snowball for a bit. It must be anxious since I left it alone earlier."
"Yeah, no helping it."
Arthur's wistful voice made me feel inexplicably guilty.
I ignored Arthur's piercing stare at Snowball as best I could, sat down at the table, and looked up. The sky was gradually darkening as the sun set.
"It's starting to get dark, huh?"
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— LateNightChickens
Eating late-night chicken while watching Bangsong
— StillBrightHere
It's still light here
"Yeah?"
I picked up Snowball from my head, stroked it, and glanced at the viewers' chat. It really hit home that I was abroad again.
"Miss, shall I prepare a cigar for you?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you."
After a few snips from Grandpa Kamarr's scissors, a perfectly trimmed cigar appeared before me.
"Hoo─."
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— CutTheSmokes
Streamer, cut back on the smokes or you'll kick the bucket soon
— RealTalk
For real, why do you smoke so much?
"You guys wouldn't get it. If I don't smoke, my mouth is overflowing with peach scent."
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— FlipOff
ㅗㅜㅑ
— DontGo
Don't go yet streamer ㅠㅠ
"Fuck, should I go first or you guys? No line for dying."
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— Life2ndRun?
lololol second life?
— SpryStreamer
Feisty streamer saying that shit cracks me up lolol
As I bantered with the viewers, Herman, intrigued, shot me a look.
"Ga-eul, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, Herman. They're nagging me to quit smoking. Cursing me to die soon."
"Uhheher. Fair point, though."
"Wise folks giving solid advice. When Herman and I go, you can have Snowball, so hand it over."
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— ArthurCurseKing
Arthur's curses are savage lolol
— GrumpyScholars
Scholars seem grumpy lolol
Amid the lively chatter at the table, Grandpa Kamarr quietly refilled my wine glass, looking after me.
"Château Latour. Thought it suits your taste, miss, so I prepared it."
"Wow, thank you. This is delicious."
"Streamer, does it suit your palate?"
"Yeah, it's tasty. First wine I've had, so I can't compare, but it's amazing."
"Really? I'll pack a few bottles when you head home."
"Oh, you're too kind."
💬 Live Chat
— RareWine
That's super rare, bottles go for over 10 mil won easy?
— ChairmanClass
Damn, chairman vibes
While the main party showed no signs of starting, we enjoyed our own modest gathering.
"Ga-eul!"
Isabelle's voice, brimming with energy, rang out.
"Isabelle, you're here?"
"Yeah! I am."
She'd dressed me up, gone to see her dad, and returned quicker than expected.
"Dad's here too."
Striding beside Isabelle was a man who was either sturdy or just plain burly─I couldn't decide.
I'd been too frantic when he fell in the water to notice, but he boasted an insanely muscular physique straight out of the internet.
"Dennis, you feeling okay?"
"No line for dying. Nearly went before Herman, who puffs smokes nonstop."
"Kehhehe, Art should've sunk─that trap of yours would've kept you afloat."
"Damn it, it's Arthur, not Art."
The trio growled at each other the moment they saw faces.
From the vibe, they seemed like old pals.
"Dad, what're you doing!"
"Uh, uh. Right, Belle. Sorry."
Seeing that hulking frame yield to his daughter gave off warm family vibes.
"Sorry for the late intro. Thanks for saving me. Dennis Balua."
Isabelle's father extended a hand like a pot lid.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Han Ga-eul. Looking forward to it, Mr. Balua."
"Kehhehe, just Dennis is fine."
"Got it, Dennis."
His handshake felt rough and calloused, hands marked by years of hard living. His build was so massive and toned that I hadn't noticed, but chatting with Herman and Arthur, he seemed surprisingly youthful.
"If I'd had a bit more time, I'd have swum out myself."
"That yap of yours would've kept you bobbing, not me."
The table livened up even more with Dennis joining.
"When we went to rescue you earlier, you were screaming for help."
"Uhahak. Your screams reached here─weren't we too late?"
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— GoNowDennis
Go Dennis lololol
— ScreamEcho
lolololololol
"Dennis, looks like growing wheat starved your conscience."
"Kehm."
He knew his words were ridiculous, stroking his jaw awkwardly.
"Speaking of, I'm the last one here."
Dennis eyed my brooch, pulled a case similar to Herman's from his pocket, and handed it over.
"What's this?"
"A gift for my little savior."
"Hmm, think my conscience's bigger."
"Kehm, open it."
I could see why Herman and Arthur teased him nonstop.
His reactions were too fun.
─Click.
Opening the case revealed a brooch as expected.
It featured an engraved golden wheat field with a white sun embedded above. No matter how I looked, that sun screamed diamond.
"Wow..."
Herman's brooch exuded a mystical grandeur, but Dennis's was pure opulence.
"It's gorgeous, Dennis. I'll treasure it."
Isabelle snatched the brooch beside me and pinned it to my clothes.
"You're both nuts."
"Not from the Nobel guy."
"That's different."
"Tsk tsk, it's about value. Could be money or honor."
Lifting my clothes slightly to check my chest, shiny brooches clustered there.
Golden wheat field under blazing sun. Little crow soaring over wheat. Whale swimming around a star above.
Mismatched elements blended dreamily.
"Guys, got another gift. Pretty, right?"
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— BlingBling
Whoa that's insanely pretty?
— DadReveal
Oh yeah, Isabelle's dad is Dennis lol
— BroochCollection
Another brooch
"Dennis? What does Dennis do?"
"That guy's a baker."
The answer came from Arthur, who grumbled but always listened to me.
"Baker?"
"Yeah, no boulangeries in your country?"
"Oh! We have them. Bakeries are everywhere─harder to find spots without 'em."
"That's his bakery."
"Whoa..."
I'd pegged him as a muscle grandpa howling for help, but Dennis was incredible too.
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— Chaching!
[Ching!]
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Sponsored 5,000 won
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>[The Owner of the Golden Wheat Field, Dennis Balua]
— YachtPartyVibes
What kinda deck table party combo is this lol
— InsaneLineup
They're nuts lol
Star and whale, crow and wheat field.
People as mismatched as the brooches gathered in one spot.
"Thank you all."
"Kehhehe, yeah. Flash that at the boulangerie, and I'll pile bread sky-high. Boulangerie rule─don't worry about cash, eat up. I'll cover costs so staff don't suffer."
"Yes, thank you, Dennis."
"Don't worry, that guy's selling bread to buy a country. Eat freely."
"Art, thanks for the explanation, but grab some bread yourself."
"Your fault bread haunts my dreams!"
The deck table party devolved into bickering again midway.
Amid the noisy table, one person stood out as quiet.
"Outbong."
"Uh, yeah?"
"Gimme."
"Gimme what..."
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— Gimme
[Gimme]
— Gimme
[lololol gimme]
"Everyone's giving, why not you?"
Namir stared blankly at my outstretched palm, lost in thought.
"Miss, here."
"Oh, thanks."
"Wait!"
"Wait what."
As Grandpa Kamarr tried to hand over the case, I quickly flipped it open. Inside lay two brooches side by side.
One embossed with a warm sun, the other a serene moon.
"One's the young master's family brooch, the other's ours."
"Thank you, Grandpa. Isabelle, pin these for me."
"Sure, got it."
💬 Live Chat
— PlunderTier
That's straight-up looting at this point lololol
— ChairmanWhy
Why's the chairman like this?
— IDK
No clue
With Isabelle pinning the sun and moon brooches prettily, it finally felt complete.
"Pin these on my combat suit at home, and am I the strongest?"
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— OPBuild
For real lolololol
— SkyPunch
Our streamer's combat power pierced the heavens
— NutsAF
Absolute madness
Namir brooded seriously alone while I laughed with viewers.
"Chairman, what's up? Too pricey? I can give it back."
"Huh? No, it's not that."
─Tss, tss.
I lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, kept staring at Namir. He finally reached a decision and spoke quietly.
"Streamer, as you can see, everyone here wields massive influence with every step."
"I figured. So?"
"Meanwhile, the once-fallen Shams family is only now rising thanks to Herman and the butler."
"And?"
"Huh? This is an invisible class society. I invited you casually for travel, but wearing our family brooch changes that."
Namir dragged it out.
"What, thought it was big deal. So wearing your brooch gets me looks?"
"Y...eah."
"Dude cruises in luxury cars but gets timid over this."
"That's small change..."
💬 Live Chat
— GutCheck
Lol let's gut this guy, see if gold spills out?
— KnuckleSandwich
lolol wanna knuckle him
— DifferentWorlds
Lives in a whole different world from us lolol
"Kid. Moping over nothing?"
Namir listened quietly.
"Who'd disrespect you. Got money."
I picked up the whale brooch glowing red toward Namir.
"Food too."
The golden wheat brooch.
"Clothes."
The crow brooch.
"Vast knowledge."
The Nobel brooch.
"Lacking?"
"......"
"Warm sun too."
The sun brooch.
"Serene moon."
The moon brooch.
"Dude, even a broke bitch like me's thrilled, what you whining for."
"Broke? Well... n-not really?"
Namir's gaze flicked over my brooches.
"Fuck, anyone disses you, call noona. Me and my subs? Fuckin' Buster Call."
"I'm older..."
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— EarthsStrongest
The Strongest Being on Earth Han Ga-eul descends
"I─ descend."
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— Blech
[Wretch]
— Blech
[Wretch]
"Urk."
"Wanna die?"
Darkness fully settled on deck as hollow clanks echoed, decorative lights flickering on one by one.
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