Level 4 Human in a Ruined World-Chapter 350
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Chapter 350: Supreme Armament (1)
―How would I know that?
A cold sweat seemed to run down her back.
It felt like this crazy son of hers was intent on dragging his mother into the hell of naked warfare.
“Oh, really? Then I’ll have to go see for myself.”
—Go see for yourself?
“To Tsushima. We need to end this war.”
—And why should I go there? I’m just...
The words “The Guardian Dragon of Seoul” caught in Jiseon’s throat, unable to escape.
Yeongwoo stepped in to finish her sentence for her.
“It’ll just take a moment. No one’s going to invade Seoul in the meantime.”
—...
It was an irrefutable argument.
With Mara’s proxy already driven away naked, who would dare launch an attack on Metal Seoul?
—What exactly do you need me to do on Tsushima?
“You just have to stand there. Once the war is over, Lemu should handle the payments.”
Of course, this was mere speculation.
Yeongwoo had never been part of a planetary development war before, so he didn’t really know how these competitions concluded.
—Just stand there?
“Yes. But once the settlement is over, I’d like you to accompany me to Japan as well. In your dragon form.”
At this, Jiseon asked in a puzzled tone,
—And what exactly are you planning to do there?
“I made a promise to someone. If we win the war, we’ll claim ownership of the infrastructure in Japan.”
—And?
“We need to see it in person. Plus, we’ll need to decide on a successor for Yuto.” freēwēbnovel.com
—Isn’t that your business? I don’t see why I need to go.
“No, you must come with me. We need to ride a dragon to get there.”
—What?
“I have no intention of shedding more blood by entering the Japanese mainland, even though the war is over. But we’ll need to establish dominance since they’re unlikely to be friendly toward us.”
In short, it was a plan to showcase that there was a “real dragon” on the Korean Peninsula—an intimidation tactic without the need for drawn swords.
—Will that really work?
“It will. Your size will defy everyone’s expectations.”
Yeongwoo was certain of it.
If his mother soared through Japanese airspace in dragon form, everyone there would be overwhelmed.
Her dragon form was a staggering 250 meters long, with the distance from her front paw to her chin measuring almost 100 meters—something even Yeongwoo hadn’t fully adapted to yet.
And the same would hold true for Japan’s strongest fighters.
“Let’s just go. The more you overthink it, the more hesitant you’ll become.”
—That’s called caution.
“If you’re cautious all the time, you’re just a coward. Mother, are you a coward?”
With those words, Yeongwoo had already opened the tower’s outer wall.
“Stop being cautious and come on. All you have to do is breathe, and the money will pour in.”
It sounded like something out of a fairytale.
—Damn it,
Jiseon muttered, resigning herself to follow her son.
* * *
Tsushima.
The battlefield of the naked war.
For Jiseon, it was hard to believe.
That a porn production company even existed in this universe, and that their sponsorship had somehow led to all the combatants stripping—how was that even possible?
It was something she wouldn’t believe until she saw it with her own eyes.
And so she did.
—Fuck.
Faced with that absurd scene, she was at a loss for words.
“Mother, welcome to Tsushima.”
Standing at the upper level of the tower, already stripped bare, Yeongwoo spread his arms and gestured ahead.
Jiseon clenched her eyes shut inside her helmet.
—How do you even live in a world like this?
It was at least fortunate that the sun had set.
Before her lay a vast field filled with naked crimson-footed orcs and equally unclothed swordsmen from the Seoul Alliance.
—The war is over, so why are they still like that?
“It’s not over yet. There’s one minute left.”
Yeongwoo glanced at his wrist, and a holographic clock projected over his armor.
BEEP!
The current time: 8:33 PM.
“Get ready, Mother.”
Yeongwoo urged Jiseon to join the naked war, but she hung her head, staring at the ground.
Up until now, she had transformed into a dragon without much thought.
But thanks to her insane son, she now viewed the situation in an entirely new light.
Could a dragon’s form truly be called naked?
Strictly speaking, a dragon wore no armor, so calling it nude wasn’t incorrect.
In other words, transforming into a dragon here was akin to stripping in front of countless orcs and swordsmen.
And her size only added to her predicament.
—...
Jiseon hesitated, unable to bring herself to transform. Yeongwoo leaned closer and whispered,
“See? I was right. Overthinking makes you hesitant.”
—You insane bastard, this is a completely different matter.
“How so? I don’t see it. All that hesitation exists only in your head. No one here will think you’re naked.”
Of course, this was a blatant lie.
Imagine a sudden dragon transformation in a battlefield where everyone was stripped bare.
Everyone would instantly realize the truth: that dragons, by their very nature, wore no clothing.
“Twenty seconds left. If you don’t transform now, it’ll be too late.”
Yeongwoo wagged his finger like a ticking clock, prompting Jiseon to glance at the sky.
—Shut up for a moment.
And with that, she stepped forward and transformed into an ice dragon.
ROAAAARR!
Her immense form, hundreds of meters long, unfurled across Tsushima, causing swordsmen and orcs alike to recoil in terror.
“What… what is that?”
“An ice dragon…?”
“Isn’t that Yeongwoo’s mother?”
Watching the stunned reactions of everyone, Yeongwoo felt even more confident.
‘Bringing Mother to Japan will definitely make things easier.’
Big businesses required big players.
As he gazed up at his mother’s colossal dragon head, so high he needed enhanced vision to see it clearly, a signal sounded.
BEEP!
Finally, the Dogo faction had monopolized the flag on Tsushima for one hour.
「The flag’s ownership has been decided.」
‘It’s over at last.’
Yeongwoo watched the system notification floating in the air, and the next message followed.
「The development rights war between Dogo and Lemu on Tsushima has concluded with a victory for the Dogo faction.」
Suddenly, a bright beam shot down from the sky, landing at Yeongwoo’s feet.
SHOOM!
What appeared was a silver metallic object embedded slightly into the ground.
“A… spear?”
It resembled a spear, but its true nature became clear as the system illuminated it.
POP!
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「Tsushima Pact」 – Epic Certificate
【|l||I-Earth】
【This certificate guarantees rights as stipulated in the pact.】
【Enforcement Level: 3】
|This document is certified by the Planetary Court and the Balance Enforcement Office.
It was none other than a certified item granting rights according to the Tsushima Pact.
The system—or perhaps something beyond that—had sent tangible evidence to ensure the terms decided at the negotiation table would be enforced.
‘What the...? The certificate has enforcement level?’
Yeongwoo’s gaze instantly shifted to the term “enforcement level.”
【Enforcement Level Level 3】
|This certificate guarantees the rights upheld by the Planetary Court and the Balance Enforcement Office.
While it meant that official institutions of the universe guaranteed the rights of this certificate, a slight twist in perspective revealed something unsettling.
‘If there are designated guarantors, doesn’t that imply someone could ignore the guarantee?’
Theoretically, that was entirely possible.
If an entity stronger than the Planetary Court and the Balance Enforcement Division, the guarantors of this certificate, emerged, they could simply disregard the Great Demon Treaty.
‘And that means they could ignore all promises associated with Enforcement Level 3 as well.’
A shiver ran down his spine.
As he had long suspected, the universe was ultimately a world ruled by the strong.
‘What’s the Balance Enforcement Office, anyway? If they have an enforcement office, they must be the ones wielding this enforcement level.’
Why else would this certificate possess enforcement level?
It had to be because if someone broke the promises written on the certificate, the guarantors would use physical force to enforce them.
‘Not that it matters now since Japan doesn’t have the power to back it up…’
As everyone knew, even public officials in the universe sometimes got beaten up—or worse, killed—while on duty.
But the fact that “agreements” in the universe still depended on the enforcement level of public institutions didn’t sit well with Yeongwoo.
For now, the agreement’s terms were guaranteed, but someday, he might encounter lunatics who could outright dismiss such enforcement level.
‘This is already infuriating.’
He wanted to punch them all.
But at the moment, even the guests from the universe couldn’t afford to make reckless threats, as their strength was insufficient.
“This is the certificate.”
Thud!
As Yeongwoo pulled the epic certificate from the ground, Jiseon, floating high in the air, asked,
—Certificate?
“Yes. With this, we can go to Japan and demand war reparations and the promised armaments.”
Despite all the tasks he had accomplished since the reset, this was the first time he’d demanded war reparations guaranteed by the universe.
Yeongwoo felt a sudden thrill and gestured at his mother.
“Come down here.”
—What for?
“To carry me, of course.”
—What are you talking about? Can’t you use the transit path like you did to get here?
“That’s no fun. Let’s make an impact by flying dramatically over Tokyo, just like Mara did.”
With that, Yeongwoo leapt high towards his mother’s nape.
Swoosh!
—You little punk.
Before long, Jiseon realized her son had clambered onto her neck without permission.
“Just think of it as giving your son a piggyback ride. Now, let’s go—to Tokyo’s skies.”
—Are you serious? You really want to fly there like this?
“Yes. To ensure peaceful negotiations, we need to look as intimidating as possible.”
As he said this, Yeongwoo double-checked that Bastard was securely attached to his waist.
—Do the people in mainland Japan even know they’ve lost the war?”
“They should’ve seen the same system message since their country was directly involved in this war.”
When Yeongwoo pointed towards mainland Japan, Jiseon finally took off.
Whoosh!
As the Redfoot Orc army and the Strongest Swords looked on in awe, they shouted something unintelligible, but their words failed to reach Yeongwoo, who was already soaring through the sky.
“...!”
Jiseon had risen so quickly that people on the ground now looked like ants.
—We’ll be over Tokyo in no time. Is there anything we should be wary of?
“Wary of what?”
—You idiot. You know, like how Seoul has anti-air defenses.
“Oh.”
Now that she mentioned it, it was a valid concern.
But Yeongwoo didn’t know much about that.
“This is my first time in Tokyo, too.”
—You’re unbelievable, you know that?
Still, Jiseon was already speeding towards their destination with her son in tow.
They were heading for Tokyo, soon to officially become the capital of a defeated nation.
Swoooosh!
“You don’t even need the transit path, Mom. You should just fly everywhere.”
Impressed by her incredible mobility, Yeongwoo said this, prompting Jiseon to scowl.
—We’re almost there. Pray that your mother doesn’t get shot down by Japanese artillery.
“Even if you do, it’ll probably be Lemu.”
When Yeongwoo quipped and turned to look ahead, he saw it—a silhouette resembling Tokyo Tower, though not quite the same.
“What’s that?”
It was undoubtedly the location of Tokyo Tower, but a purple tower now stood in its place.
—What is that?
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m asking you what it is. Did Tokyo Tower get remodeled in the meantime?”
—No way.
Neither Yeongwoo, the post-reset world expert, nor Jiseon, the pre-reset world expert, knew what it was.
“Wait... could that be...?”
Could it be that thing Yuto had as a card—the intergalactic transmitter?
As Yeongwoo’s thoughts reached this point, he saw a large banner unfurling from the middle of the purple tower.
Fwoosh!
—There’s definitely something there!
Mistaking it for Japan’s air defense, Jiseon began to maneuver, but Yeongwoo stopped her.
“No! It’s a collaborator working for us!”
—What? What are you talking about?
Jiseon blinked at her son’s odd remark and turned her gaze to the banner.
Her eyes widened as she read the hand-scrawled Korean text, though it was a bit crooked.
「Please don’t destroy this.」
-Tomiko Hayama
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