episode_0136

CXXVIII.

The city-state of Evergreen resembles the Earth’s Italy or Finland in form. It is also similar to the country of South Korea, scaled up several times.

Except for the narrow border between the city-states and the Empire of Alfonso and Clytonia, most of the city is adjacent to the sea. Therefore, not only is there transit trade via land routes, but also maritime trade via sea routes, making Evergreen’s merchant district extremely prosperous and active.

If the center of Evergreen is a military facility because of its border with the two empires, the area below it is home to the Evergreen Academy and various guilds, along with the merchant district mentioned earlier.

What about the North?

The area north of Evergreen was originally an open field with a few barracks and training grounds for the military that controlled the border area.

We purchased more than half of this land.

The northern end. Just a short walk away, you can see the sea.

It didn’t take more than three or four hours to build a structure similar to a house in this uselessly large space that looked like three or four sports fields combined.

how?

Two-horned summoned all the dwarves he commanded.

While the two-horned man was bringing the dwarf, the scapegoat suddenly turned to the ground and muttered something.

Among the conversations I overheard briefly was, ‘Is your life as a spirit comfortable these days?’

Maybe it was a mistake? Our punishment wouldn’t do that, right?

After the punishment ended its friendly conversation with the earth, the ground of the house began to move. Just as the movement of the moving ground stopped, a considerable amount of mana began to pulsate.

“Master.”

Coincidentally, the little furry ones that appeared at that time were the dwarves.

A race of animals known for their stocky physique and for being stubborn towards humans.

But was it because the two-horned dragon called me ‘Master’? The dwarves visibly trembled when they made eye contact with me.

Of course, the sight of the dwarf trembling in pity,

“Come on in, you little punk.”

It’s none of my business.

But it wasn’t just because I was some kind of ignorant psychopath that I ignored the dwarf’s trembling form.

As soon as they saw the red mineral between me and them, that is, in front of them,

“Ohhh! This is!!”

“This is!”

“Oh my god, this is!!”

…

…

“This is the first time I’ve seen this mineral!!”

They rushed at it like a hawk and tried splitting it, grinding it, melting it, and even putting the powder in their mouths or sticking their tongues out to lick it.

Doesn’t that look like something you wouldn’t eat? Just by looking at it?

Why should I worry about these guys!

“Get out of here! Human Master!”

And there’s even a dwarf guy waving his thick arms in front of me and ordering me to get out of the way?

The dwarves quickly figured out the properties of the red mineral and were truly… … .

How should I describe that appearance?

It looked like an SCV that copied the movements of a Zergling with an adrenaline upgrade.

Moving quickly and concisely, we leveled the site and built the frame by cutting and piecing together lava stones.

It only took about 3 hours to get here.

The construction, which began in the evening, miraculously completed before midnight, with the frame complete and the exterior of what was essentially a huge mansion with a wall surrounding it.

It was just a space to avoid the wind in a wide open space without any decorations, fences, or gardens around it.

That alone was surprising enough.

But the dwarves did not rest as if this was just the beginning.

At first I wasn’t worried, but I advised him to rest because I thought maybe he was being forced to rest because of the hay fever.

“What a house made of such precious materials! I can never rest… Yo!”

“I told you not to get off! Human master! People tend to be sneaky!”

“The desire to create is bubbling up… Yo!”

Instead, he criticized me.

Yeah, I know. Me too.

What you want to say.

Dwarves are not in their right minds either.

No. They may have been normal to begin with.

It’s clear that this fucking Evergreen Terra is no good.

“What kind of material is that? And what does that spurt mean? Is there such a thing?”

“Hehehe. Oppa, you too~. Dwarves are like that. When they see precious crafting materials, they act like monsters who absolutely covet rings. And our punishment brother asked the spirits of the earth to make a stone for him, and dug it out from deep underground. That thing.”

“Huh?”

The huge rocks with crimson wave patterns decorating their exteriors. May says that there is something special about them.

“It’s Lava Stone. It doesn’t contain the energy of lava, which is considered the strongest among fires, but it’s a ‘condensing’ material. If you make a house with it, it’ll be warm in the winter and cool in the summer. And if you add an anti-invasion spell or a counter-attack spell, it’ll be fine.”

“What if I engrave it?”

“Anyone who intrudes without knowing this will either burn to death or melt to death.”

“Is that okay?”

Is it really okay to build a house out of materials that allow you to cast spells that will cause intruders to burn, melt, or otherwise die?

Despite my worries, the house was being completed quickly.

My group and I chose to spend the night at the luxurious inn in Evergreen rather than the unfinished and noisy place.

And I could tell the next day that it was an excellent choice.

The next day, when we returned to the area near the house in the morning, the number of people who were unable to enter due to the barrier set up by the two-horned beast and loitering outside easily exceeded a hundred.

Of course, we quickly escaped the place before they noticed and headed straight to Topp’s Lair, intending to stay there only for a short while until the house was completed.

“Call me.”

“Yes!”

After a late breakfast at Rare, Toppuppy immediately activated his communication magic to make contact.

Towards the superhumans.

It relayed coordinate information and also temporarily lifted the barrier that obstructed Rare’s spatial movement magic.

Superhumans arrive one by one, each in their own way.

The first superhumans to arrive were the Caligo Order. I don’t know how they used magic, but they arrived so quickly that it could almost be said to be the same time I contacted them.

“Oh! The final proof!”

“… Thank you for your hard work.”

After that, three female superhumans arrived. Perhaps it would be fair to assume that the brain magician had a significant role in ensuring that the Pope and the Sword of Caligo arrived first?

“I didn’t even get to say hello properly that day. It’s been a while, Gray.”

“Nice to meet you. I guess it wasn’t a mistake that day? You’ve gotten stronger?”

“Huh? Why do the breasts of those women seem to be getting bigger? Am I imagining it?”

Starting with the swordsman Frey, the King of Death Advakiel and the Mad Thunder Kanviel each greeted us with their own unique personalities.

If it were before, I would have responded with a smile,

“Yes.”

This time, I simply nodded my head to get through the noisy greeting.

The next superhumans to arrive were those from the Cradle of the Unmanned. But what was surprising was that this time there were three of them instead of two.

“It was refined.”

The simple greeting of the Sword Immortal,

“… Don’t hate him too much.”

Following the greeting from the divine archer with a somewhat pitiful look in his eyes,

“Nice to meet you. My friends call me Wuguang (武狂).”

The man who reminded me of solid steel introduced himself as Wu Guang.

“Yes. Sword Immortal is a sword, and Shingung is a bow. What about you?”

“Hahahahaha!”

At my question, he laughs heartily and beats his chest, as if to say that his entire body is a weapon.

Yeah, I guess so.

The man named Moo-kwang sometimes resembles ‘Paul Phoenix’ from the fighting game ‘Iron Fist’ that Confession enjoyed.

A man who risks everything with one blow of the gun, shouting, “Wow!”

His yellow hair stood out like a toothbrush, his entire body was covered in muscles that seemed to be indestructible, and the clothes he was wearing were just old dobok.

In the meantime, Dean Hu, Vice Dean Fletcher, and the last of the superhumans joined.

An uncomfortable silence? There was no such thing.

In the first place, I didn’t even glance at Dean Hu, and Dean Hu only moved his lips and didn’t say much.

Also, this place was not created for me to reconcile with him or improve our relationship.

Now, I have become aware that the person who is Dean Hoo is someone I should not have high expectations of. Just as reading sutras to a cow does not make it a Buddha.

To me, Dean Hu is just a stupid idealist who has learned nothing from two mistakes and more than three painful experiences.

“Thank you for gathering here… …? Guys?”

“It would be better to come out now.”

“I agree too.”

The Arcanas were all looking at one place, their expressions hardening.

A space where there is no one.

The momentum of Arcana, staring at a single point in the sky, was fierce.

“I’ll count to three. Three!”

“Wow wow.”

May, who was going to count to three, ignored one and two and immediately said three.

But at that playful remark, a person suddenly fell from the air in the direction May was looking. It was as if he had just appeared!

“You!!”

And the Dean seemed to know that man, the man wearing the black leather tunic.

As if he knew it well enough to give off a rather unpleasant vibe?

Why? What?

Don’t you know better the people you judge as your ‘enemy’ than the people you originally lived with?

“First of all, may I ask you to introduce yourself, Mr. Intruder?”

“Hehehe. Just like I heard, you’re a unique kid. Ah, the night of the continent, you’re a shabby old man leading the shadows.”

One thing I’ve always wondered is why those with somewhat plausible military powers all have titles that remind me of a Zen question.

If I just say I’m ‘so-and-so’ who lives ‘so-and-so’, does that seem nonexistent? Huh?

“You?”

“Huh?”

“Hmm… … .”

Unlike me who felt pathetic and annoyed, the other superhumans seemed to have figured out who he was through his introduction. I always feel this way, but whenever this happens, I, who am soft-hearted, feel left out.

“Hello? Excuse me? What’s that? Over there?”

“The author is the leader of Shadow, the best assassin group on the continent. Proof.”

After Pope Judas’s explanation, I finally figured out why the other superhumans were surprised. No, I guess I ’empathized’ with their surprise.

There are several legends floating around the continent. They are mostly things that adults say to children who are throwing tantrums, and the children take them seriously and spread them.

Among them, there is one about shadows.

―Don’t cry when the sun goes down, baby. If you cry, shadows will come to catch you where the light has disappeared.

Just stories like that.

The main character of the story, Orb, has appeared.

now.

In front of my eyes.

Then suddenly a question occurred to me.

“Ah. So that’s the end of the urban legend guy, is it? Are there any more superhumans coming out? If there’s a superhuman hidden somewhere, now is the time. Confess.”

At first, I looked towards the Caligo clan, but they shook their heads left and right. Dean Hu and Vice Dean Fletcher naturally said no, and the self-proclaimed three beauties also said no.

Among the three new superhumans who joined the cradle of the unmanned, Shin-Gung raised one hand with a face that reminded him of his pitiful younger brother.

“Really? Are you kidding me?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“What does the superhuman who doesn’t appear in this situation do?”

“Gray, you need to understand this. Muheo is not ordinary. He is… … . a bit… … . special.”

“It’s not special, it’s just weird.”

“Abnormal.”

“So when?”

“That’s…don’t move.”

“Oh, okay. I keep forgetting that I’m a superhuman.”

I had momentarily forgotten that there was no human being who was not far from the norm, even though he was a superhuman. When I remembered that, I decided to just let it go.

So later when I met that old man named ‘Muheo’.

I was shocked and startled.

And the impressions of the three superhumans from the cradle of martial arts, the ‘special’ of the divine bow, the ‘strange’ of the sword immortal, and the ‘abnormal’ of the martial arts madman, were all understood.

Well, that’s a story for later, anyway, among the superhumans, the only ones who are normal are our Arcanas.