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Noru, Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 747

Noru, Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 747

Chapter 747 – Dragon Might (1)

Two weeks have passed since the Wooshin Subjugation ended.

Two weeks was long. It was enough time for the Maxikas of the continent of Earthlan to learn the word of the outside world, ‘a week’, and to be thrilled with the change of their stagnant hometown.

For the 14-year-old girl, the past two weeks have been the most intense in her life.

【Whoops.】

Poca Soca, who was carrying her luggage, stretched out on her floor, struggling with her. Her younger siblings, who were organizing her crayfish and watching her work at the construction site, rushed in.

【Sister, are you sick?】

【… It hurts It’s hard.]

Labor is hard, but how can you complain about helping yourself?

And even these hardships were palpable compared to the days when he had no friends with livestock.

The maxicas no longer had to cling to the hopes that had been shattered by the boots of Azteca. It is because they have gained the belief that the sweat they shed will create a better future.

Two weeks ago, the day the gods were expelled from their thrones.

The Maxikas freed the souls of their ancestors from the sun that covered the sky, which was called the mother god, and defeated the god with their own power.

They opened a new era for themselves.

As her sister Istetil said, this hope was a pride that could not be exchanged for any treasure.

【Great job! Eat this! These are the sweets from Wolfheddin-sama!]

【Oh, food for today?】

When she received it, it was a sweet snack from the outer continent.

It is a snack distributed by a nobleman from the outside world brought by her sister named Wolf Hedin. Even the oatmeal I ate on the first day made my eyes wide open, but now I was salivating at every meal.

Wolfhedin-sama said, ‘The heart of the meal is the most important thing in manual labor.’ Isn’t the food that serves hundreds of people so delicious? So how delicious is this snack?

【… Gulp.】

Was that so? The younger siblings were given to eat and swallowed the snacks distributed only to the laborers. Pocasoca giggled and opened the package.

【Let’s eat together. Everyone wants to try it?]

【Really?! Is that okay?!]

【Anyways. Instead, wait patiently for tomorrow as well?]

【Yes!!】

The children savored the cookies one by one with bright faces. It was a snack that was easy to share with the family thanks to Nord’s consideration. When she picked up one poca soca and bit into it, her tongue melted.

【What’s everyone doing when they don’t go home?】

【Ah, sister! Unnie, try these sweets too!]

As I was savoring the heavenly taste, Istetil came to visit me. When Pocasocca held out her cookie, she smiled and waved her envelope. It was a large cookie bag.

【Snack? Sweets?!]

【Then. Since I received a lot, share it.]

【Waaaaa!! Sister is the best!!】

Istetil, who was handing out sweets to his younger siblings, burst out laughing when even Poca Soca, who was pretending to be an adult, started to giggle. She stroked her bandage and turned her back.

Her hometown of Istetil was snapping and being mended at the hands of Golems and Maksikas.

【Whoa! Hey dirt pile friend! Look ahead and go!]

【Gogo?】

【Yeah, you stupid bastard! Didn’t that Golem not understand words!]

Seeing the elder get up from her sickbed and drain, Istetil threw a package of snacks to her younger siblings and moved her away. She only stopped by to see her brothers faces, but she had her work left.

Visitors from the outside world and representatives of each city-state gathered in a magnificently built building like the Houses of Parliament. The person she was looking for was quickly spotted.

– Knock-knock.

A man with thick muscles and body covered in aristocratic clothes waved his hand helplessly.

Istetil recalled a creature she had seen in a dictionary she was reading to learn the language of the outer continent, a cat. The peculiar creature she didn’t know much about seems to live hiding her own claws.

So, that man who hid his strength and wisdom must be, so to speak, a wolf who hid his claws.

A wolf that even a god would bite and kill.

【Sit down. The warm automatic translator Wolfhedin, highly praised is waiting.】

【… Do you need my opinion in a place like this?]

【This is our first experience of diplomacy with the outside world. It is absolutely necessary.]

Even the mayors gathered from the city-states were talking like that, so I ran out of words.

It was because this council was the first time that the inhabitants of the Earthtlan continent, which was called ‘Azteca, the cannibal country’, had a conversation with key figures from the outer continent.

As Istetil sat down, Shed Menhotep shouted loudly, gesturing with her feet.

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—That’s how the Reptillians defeated the bad god and lived happily ever after.

It was a story in a fairy tale that the staff roll went up after hitting the ending with a comment like that.

Isn’t it like the clay crafts and water rockets made in elementary school? From receiving praise from the teacher to cleaning up the jar of grievances is practice.

That’s what Shedmenhotep said to me and Maxica’s representatives.

【… I won’t deny it. I’ve learned enough in two weeks what problems the lack of a military force of its own on this continent poses.]

【If it wasn’t for the benefactors, half of the citizens would have been eaten by the Witch Beasts.】

Instead of Kiara, who was hospitalized, today I am a translator.

The mayors gave up on the facts that were pointed out in detail. Of course, there were many twists and turns in the personnel line from those mayors, and those who sucked Azteca’s warm nipples followed the empress I killed.

In the end, all of them are very anxious to entrust state management.

The problem was that it wasn’t them, and it wasn’t that there wasn’t a separate talent.

【Because the warriors of Azteca and the sun covering the sky are gone.】

〈Even in a small forest, a large-scale movement of monsters occurs when the place of residence changes. Such a god on a continent this size. Not to mention what a big change it will be.”

The Woo Gods divided Nawabari of this continent into thirds.

Now that the influence has disappeared, monsters acting on instinct target the citizens of some city-states. I tried to prevent the damage and temporarily immigrated, but this was just a last resort.

When Tonashlulucatl was lost, the cannibals, unable to accept the sudden reality, became violent or went into a frenzy and committed suicide.

It would have been neat if all of them had committed seppuku suicide, but some of them had escaped and scattered.

We couldn’t leave the 10 puppies alone, but we gave up the pursuit of the cannibals in their pants due to the aftermath of the fight and ignorance of the geography of the continent. Do the locals? Go get eaten?

It was dangerous to stay in their hometown unless they could protect themselves like the Skolakiche and had to protect the harbor with the golems.

– Cock. Shedmenhotep pointed to a clumsy map of the continent.

It’s a mess from the scale, but it was the highest level map.

Capital of Azteca. A place with strong barriers.

It’s a more efficient way than spreading and protecting unscrupulous troops. The problem is that there is no respect for the victims. How is that different from letting Jews stay in the German capital (lots of gas chambers)?

【The discussion is over. Sir Wolfhedin also gave advice on persuasion.]

When I translated it, my attention was drawn to me. I shrugged.

〈We cannot treat the resistance fighters who fought and shed their blood the same way as ordinary citizens who were given freedom without doing anything. When multicultural city-states merge, this becomes a seed of discord.〉

It’s like pushing Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans into the same city.

However, after doing such a stupid thing, you can’t talk about the people who fought directly, then turn your palms and treat the bastards who rode the free meta and the independence fighters–if you compare it like that–you can’t treat them the same.


‘Even if I tell them to be friendly, it’s obvious that they’ll fight over their exploits or old grudges.’

For the reason that it is convenient to look at the history of the earth, the group that has been united by eradicating ethnicity collapses. The melting pot of races is damned, and it becomes bibimbap without gochujang.

I said with a kind smile.

“Complaints arise when you compare yourself with others when you are free with nothing to do. If you go outside, you become the beast’s prey, so you have to deal with it through hard labor and sufficient compensation.〉

Uh? I mean, people can’t sleep, and they’re fixing lab equipment that stretched out on their own while searching for references like assholes.

〈Let’s destroy the capital of Azteca and the traces of civilization and raise something like a flag that symbolizes the city-state. Rather than being dragged to the capital, it gives you the right to enjoy conquest and victory.”

Hatred and splitting skills divide groups.

Likewise, the public enemy unites the inside.

〈As soon as the battle was over, he robbed the warehouse in Azteca, held a blatant funeral, and praised the contributions of the resistance fighters. Let’s instill a sense of ‘We are all Kanbu Aingyo’.〉

The continent is large and the culture is different. Until now, they couldn’t even get along with each other, and the Skolakiches are even discriminated against!

So, in order to plant comradeship as “Comrades against the cruel Azteca,” A lot of attention was paid to funerals, compensation, and food distribution.

‘If we send Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday and Friday together 2 or 3 times, even a fucking bastard would be hesitant to stick a knife in his back. Unless you’re an anganchi bastard.’

Is this the shaking and shaking effect or the Stone Edge Syndrome?

Of course, in this process, I also had to know the local culture, so my workload was extremely heavy.

Still, Maxica, who had been constantly persecuted, came over too easily. What is that, like a slave girl who bites and sucks the main character even if he is treated well.

This treatment filled the so-called ‘mulberry’.

The mulberry of independence, freedom, and a new life.

─Hehe! This, so much bread! What a few days!

——This is “One meal.” It’s 3 times a day.

─Ah, ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I spilled rice! Please save me!

─Ah. Then get in line. I’ll give you a “Refill”. Of course it’s free.

—Huh, obsidian and golden flutes? How could I, who was a slave, accept such a precious thing!

—You are no longer a slave. We will hold a dedication ceremony to honor your bravery in fighting. From now on, live with the status of a free person.

─Go, so much meat! Is it a stew made by people from other cities?!

─No, you crazy!

Labor is the act of converting one’s time into secular value.

Death is another expression of life.

In other words, the price of labor and death is a sense of value that proves one’s worth. Hassan’s mindset, an undocumented person who received an hourly wage of 3,000 won and was upgraded to 8,000 won.

─You say you can feed your family just by working? Snack? What else is that?

─ Gyaaaaa!! It’s a ritual!! No? Funeral? Commendation ceremony?

Maxikas gained a humane life and were overcome with tears.

Then what next? I have to let you know that satisfaction wasn’t free happiness.

He healed the surviving resistance fighters and praised them grandly. Thanks to them fighting, you have found true freedom. With this, the first inoculation of gukbbong.

Gukppong funeral and commendation ceremony according to the traditional ceremony.

As solemn and tragic as possible. I shed a lot of tears while filming a new drama.

As a finish, he destroyed some of Azteca’s property and filled the pockets of the heroes. The second inoculation of gukbbong is complete. It was comfortable thanks to the full consent of the pharaoh.

【Comrades in arms are gods, we are invincible! My comrades and I risked our lives to gain freedom! This peace was established by our death-dealing struggle and the blood of our dead comrades!]

【Be our hero!】

【I’ll be the main character!】

Death is evaluated, effort is evaluated.

A three-stage combo of independence, freedom, and human praise.

The lethal dose of mulberry united the citizens of the city-state, which had been divided into “You, me, and them,” Into “The resistance heroes and us.” This is lubrication.

“Of course, there are limits to this kind of rule.”

If mulberry was excessive, it was easy to make a concussion or an addict. I shrugged.

‘There will be people who are dissatisfied, and there will be side effects of boosting the resistance.’

No wonder. Since you filled the armband, aren’t there going to be people who condescend or give a damn? Control on that side will be left to the mayors and Istetil.

What if they don’t do well? Should I go for iron fist sanctions? It’s not my business, so I’m concerned.

Nord is the deputy lord of the outskirts of the country! I don’t know much about politics!

Anyway, it is written in the BDSM oath that carrots and sticks must be used at the same time. Some users who don’t fall for food and story mulberry should catch it with game nature.

Don’t you have a punching bag that’s just right for you?

“You mean those who will go after the escaped Aztecas?”

Our expedition corps are too short of people, and taking revenge for others doesn’t even fit my beliefs. Even if it was a road guide role, he would pay for his meal.

A chance to wipe out the remnants of Azteca and energize the vengeful people.


And it was a means to prevent the splitting of public opinion.

—Fuck, if I joined the resistance, I would have done just as well as you guys. Why do you have to be so lucky to be successful?

-For you, we have prepared a national unit.

I’ve done this, but won’t you enlist? Scared? Then don’t even complain, motherfucker.

Where will a bastard who doesn’t catch even if given a chance go and give a damn? It’s like Nippon people who don’t enlist in the Self-Defense Forces even though they protest, saying, “If war breaks out again in Korea, the economy will revive!”

Crossroads are appropriate to limit one’s choices.

If you don’t like the Gukppong meta, change your job to an Avenger.

There are not many cases where a student who was worried about science or liberal arts quits going to school and goes to rap.

Many citizens will choose one side between domination and freedom, revenge and anger, which means fewer thugs will escape our control.

The grazing horse can be given fodder, and the running horse can pull the reins.

Of course, the pursuit unit must also be strictly controlled.

【I know. I’ll do it.]

It was the mayors who gave full strength to the boat and answered.

Don’t push yourself too hard Anyway, if you’re a barge boss, but if you’re having a hard time, I won’t talk about cancer even if you change positions appropriately. I hope you don’t have talent.

After, fuck. Anyway, I have to say twice as much as usual.

“We, as fellow human beings, will not turn a blind eye to your struggles.”

As I moistened my lips with water, the Pharaoh solemnly declared, closing the council.

【Thank you, Pharaoh!】

Mayors are back. These are the people who now have to work tirelessly, filtering and selecting people. If you’re lazy, I’ll cut you off! Duty to the max!

Of course, it’s annoying, so I’ll leave the inspection to the experts who came from home.

When I’m done with my business, I have to go home.

Sorry! My body is too busy!

Noru, Master of Cheokcheok in Another World

Noru, Master of Cheokcheok in Another World

이세계 척척석사 노루
Status: Completed Type: Author: , Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
After three years of living as a graduate student in a different world, my advisor carried my graduation thesis. [Another World], [Harem], [Druid]

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