Accomplice I
I faced the worst enemy, the Outer God-class anomaly called âInfinite Voidâ, but I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I waited for the right moment. For an infinite regressor, âwaitingâ is on a different level. Multiply the frustration and anxiety you feel when your food delivery is three minutes late by about 13 times, and you get the waiting experience of an infinite regressor. It truly requires superhuman patience.
During this period, I focused on maximizing my power.
Did I train in martial arts? Of course not. As Old Man Scho said, my combat sense was akin to a beaver's. It would be a mistake to underestimate the combat talent of someone born to be a supporter.
But even for me, or rather, because it was me, there was still a way to maximize my power.
âMaster Noh Do-hwa.â
â......â
Noh Do-hwaâs expression was as usual. Meaning, her default expression was already one of utter disgust, so making it worse now would just add to the normality.
âHey, why are you looking at me like I'm a piece of crap before I even said anything?â
âBecause when you call me âMaster Noh Do-hwaâ instead of âChief Noh Do-hwaâ, it usually means youâre about to talk about something personalâ¦â¦. And your personal grief, rage, vendetta, your âIâm-humanâ pose, and the signal that you alone can recognize my humanityâthose things evoke no feelings in me other than annoyance.â
âMaster Noh Do-hwa. Havenât you been working too hard lately? I happen to have some free time, so why donât we take a vacation? A backpacking trip, just the two of us, like college friends.â
âYou bastardâ¦â¦.â
âAs expected. I knew youâd like it.â
Thus, Noh Do-hwa and I went on a trip.
If it had been after the 380th cycle when I established âIdea Ranchâ, we could have traveled riding dinosaurs together (we actually did that later), but unfortunately, we were only in the 100th cycle at this point.
Had I been alone, I would have used something like a lightweight flight technique to move swiftly. If Noh Do-hwa hadnât been my companion, I would have given her a piggyback ride to enjoy the speed together.
The latter solution was rejected again when Noh Do-hwa shyly remarked, âOh, if you wanted to see me commit suicide, you shouldâve said so from the beginning.â What a bashful person.
Therefore, our means of transportation had to be extremely limited. Finding the best possible solution despite these difficulties proves my dignity as a regressor.
Vroom... vroom...
Noh Do-hwa had a plain expression as she rode the means of transportation with me.
âRegressor Undertakerâ¦â¦â
âYes?â
âIs this really the best methodâ¦â¦?â
âYes.â
Vroom... vroom...
âNo matter how scarce fuel is, shouldnât there be something more plausible like a dump truck, or canât you use the National Road Management Corps resources or your miraculous regressor powers? Even a bicycle would be betterâ¦â¦â
âOh, youâre such a joker. Weâre traveling for personal reasons, so we shouldnât deplete the corpsâ resources. Bicycles would break quickly on rough roads, making them useless.â
Vroom... vroom...
âBut for fuckâs sakeâ¦â¦. Seriously. Where the hell did you get this damn yogurt cart?â
Indeed.
We were currently riding the worldâs first and only Près Manager exclusive rideable refrigerated electric cart, the 3rd generation model, Coco (Cold&Cold) 3.0.
Also known as the âYogurt Lady Cartâ. Its beautiful apricot-colored exterior and ability to seemingly teleport between neighborhoods made it a relic of ancient times.
I was driving while Noh Do-hwa sat on the cart. I had modified it with a top-quality cushion, so her butt wouldnât hurt.
âOh. Please refrain from using bad language. This is a âYogurt Cartâ anomaly.â
âAnomalyâ¦â¦?â
âYes. No matter how rough the road, it climbs without issue and arrives at its destination no matter how remote. Master Noh Do-hwa, have you ever seen a yogurt cart broken down or stranded on the road?â
âNo, I havenâtâ¦â¦.â
âExactly. Most Koreans have only observed yogurt carts being âjust fineâ. Even if it seems physically impossible for it to traverse a certain terrain, this anomaly produces the result that it âsuccessfully made the journeyâ.â
âWhat nonsenseâ¦â¦?â
âWatch.â
Vroom... vroom...
An asphalt road appeared before us. The cart bravely advanced on the road, which was so broken it was hard to tell if it was concrete or cookies.
Clunk, the cart's wheel fell into a concrete crack. Noh Do-hwa's complexion darkened.
âOh, it fellâ¦â¦â
But the cart mysteriously adhered to the concrete surface and climbed back onto the normal track.
ââ¦down?â
Its movement was extraordinary.
Even when the concrete was broken, the tiles were a mess, or tree roots were bulging out, the yogurt cart merely jolted slightly but continued without any problems.
It traveled well even on a national road so damaged that not even cars or most people could traverse it.
Truly the pinnacle of Korean engineering. An SSS-class lost technology artifact.
âHuh? What is this idioticâ¦â¦?â
âThis is the yogurt cart anomaly. Master, feel free to praise me.â
âWait, does this thing move without any power or chargingâ¦â¦?â
âYep. Moreover, the fridge Master Noh Do-hwa is sitting on keeps drinks or food from spoiling. Even meat in a yogurt-shaped container can be preserved for over a year.â
âHoly shit. If you had such a great item, you shouldâve informed the National Road Management Corps instead of playing backpacking cosplay. We need to collect and distribute these carts nationwide. This could revolutionize logistics in this shitty era, and it could even serve as a wheelchair for the elderlyâ¦â¦â
âAh. Thereâs only one.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI tried to test if it could be mass-produced by collecting relatively intact carts, but the only one that exists as an anomaly is this one. So, Iâm just using it as my beloved car.â
âDamnâ¦â¦â
Anyway, the two-person party, consisting of the shadowy mastermind and the overlord of the bright side, traveled without incident.
Though Noh Do-hwa grumbled, she enjoyed everything. After all, I luxuriously stocked the refrigerated cart with meats, vegetables, and various carbohydrates, cooking delicious meals each time we stopped.
âDid you know, Regressor Undertakerâ¦â¦?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre utterly useless in my life, but your cooking skills are national treasure level. Without that, I wouldnât have treated you like a humanâ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦?â
As expected of Noh Do-hwa, who was born with âworkaholicâ etched into her DNA, she must have been experiencing burnout symptoms while managing the National Road Management Corps.
As our enjoyable camping trip extended from one day to two, then three, and more, Noh Do-hwaâs face became serene. The fatigue and grime accumulated in her heart were washed away.
I was remarkably adept at comforting and caring for weary hearts.
âHey, you damn regressor bastard. How long are you going to roam around outside? If the Samcheon guild leader finds out, do you want to see me die?â
ââ¦â¦?â
Finally, on the sixth day of our trip, we arrived at our destination.
The Taebaek Mountains, Jeongseon.
Once the most famous mining area for Koreans (now famous for other reasons), Noh Do-hwa showed a typically plain expression.
âWhat kind of backwater is thisâ¦â¦?â
âAs you can see, itâs a village.â
A village had formed around the mines in Jeongseon. The terrain was quite unique.
A large cave was hollowed out in the middle of a cliff-like mountain slope, and village buildings grew like mushrooms inside it.
You could call it a mining village. The feng shui only took the first part of the âmountain behind, water in frontâ principle.
âThe houses are made of stoneâ¦â¦?â
âThey used fireproof materials. Not a bad construction choice.â
âThe villagers seem abnormally shortâ¦â¦?â
âIn this era, being large just means eating more useless nutrition, so theyâve convergently evolved.â
âAll the residents have bushy beardsâ¦â¦â
âItâs a way to maintain constant body temperature. The villagers have excellent adaptability to the environment.â
âTheyâre midgets, arenât theyâ¦â¦?â
Hmm.
I nodded.
âThey are often called that. But calling them midgets is a bit weird, isnât it? Please use the term âDwarfâ instead.â
âYou said we were going backpacking, but you brought me to a top-tier void where different species exist, you crazy bastardâ¦â¦â
Dwarves. A staple in fantasy genres.
In every story, they are born with a national spirit of being âexcellent blacksmithsâ. Thus, the masterpieces they create are treated as relics of lost technology, much like the yogurt cart we are riding.
Now you can guess why I came to this remote void in the Taebaek Mountains to enhance my power.
Thatâs right.
I came to get some equipment.
I first discovered this place, the so-called âJeongseon Dwarf Mineâ, in the 54th run.
At that time, I had just established the National Road Management Corps and was traveling across the country to complete the updated Daedongyeojido (Large Map of Korea).
The Jeongseon Dwarf Mine looked like it came straight out of fiction.
Sounds of metal clanging and dwarves bustling around could be heard from all directions.
Despite the decline of the mining industry in the Taebaek Mountains, the dwarf village was constantly filled with the noise of pickaxes and hammers.
But the voids of this world are not that simple. This place, too, was not just an ordinary village despite its resurrection as a mining town.
âHello?â
-â¦â¦.
âCan you understand me? Hello? Can you recognize me?â
-â¦â¦.
âA species inferior to elves. Your beard is very ugly.â
Clang!
The âdwarvesâ hammered the anvil without any reaction, paying no attention to me.
In fact, if you looked closely, these dwarves deviated significantly from the typical image.
They had bushy beards, which was fine. But instead of eyes, they had âeye socketsâ, and instead of mouths, they had âmouth holesâ.
This wasnât a play on words.
It meant they lacked eyelids and lips.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
-â¦â¦, â¦â¦.
Clang, clang-!
Their arms were abnormally muscular like a statue of Hercules, creating a strangely unbalanced physique. Those muscular flesh lumps made eerie breathing sounds as they continuously hammered.
-Oâ¦â¦. Ounâ¦â¦. O⦠Oâ¦â¦
It wasnât air stored in their lungs and released; it was as if their whole body was a leather drum, and air flowed from inside their bodies.
Not the breath of life but the whistle of the abyss.
âHm.â
Even for me, the greatest linguistic genius in Earthâs history, Dwarvish seemed a bit challenging. Of course, it made sense. It wasnât an Earthly language.
I felt regret.
âIf I could request a weapon from the dwarves, I could definitely get an effective sword against anomalies.â
After touring the entire mining village, I found that there were seven blacksmith dwarves, and none of them could communicate.
In the end, during the 54th run, I only identified the voidâs location and left without any significant gain.
âWaitâ¦â¦â
Noh Do-hwa interrupted my story.
âThen why did we come to this backwater? They canât speak, and they donât make equipment for usâ¦â¦â
âAh. Itâs fine. I donât intend to request weapons from the dwarves.â
ââ¦â¦? Then why?â
âOh, think about it, master. Even if normal communication is impossible, if these beings truly mimic the dwarves from creations, wouldnât their hammering and tanning hold significant secrets? Like how a protagonist can learn great techniques just by watching a swordmaster wield a sword, a great blacksmith could learn much from observing these dwarvesâ hammering.â
âHuhâ¦â¦?â
âAnd the ores theyâre hammering, those arenât earthly minerals. Theyâre probably called things like adamantium. Naturally, the technology to smelt these ores into weapons is exclusively held by these dwarves, not modern Earthlings. To smelt these ores, a great blacksmith must learn from the dwarves.â
ââ¦â¦?â
âOh, what a coincidence. Right before my eyes stands the most talented blacksmith in Korean history. In other words, the number one craftsman in Korea. Ta-da.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âTa-da-a-an-â
ââ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âSo, you want to learn how to work with some non-earthly ore by watching these non-communicative anomaly bastards hammer, and then you want me to craft an SSS-grade weapon for your useâ¦â¦?â
âExactly.â
âPlease, just die.â
âOh, you said the same thing last run.â
ââ¦â¦?â
âLast time, I just carried you here on my back in less than a day. So you strangled me to death, asking if I thought you were a joke and to see if Iâd really die. I didnât expect you to actually kill me, but anyway. This time, I brought the yogurt cart anomaly so you could come comfortably. Didnât I do well?â
âYou damn crazy bastardâââ
I was strangled.
This time, I didnât die.
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