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Chapter 107
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The Resident I
For a very long ti, I’ve been troubled by one question.
“How should I build my hideout to be considered well-built?”
A hideout. My secret base.
As everyone knows, I have a trauma.
It stems from the incident during the 89th turn when my base was completely ransacked in one go by an alien with pink hair nad Koyori.
Since then, a corner of my skull has always echoed with Koyori’s ASMR full voice, taunting : “Pathetic♡ You, an infinite regressor, got wiped out by a single brainwash beam♡ Your hideout is so la♡”
Of course, there’s no way Koyori actually spoke like that. If she found out about my trauma, she’d tilt her head in confusion. It was just a sign of how severe my ntal scars were.
I needed a solution.
Thus, today’s story is about my sweet ho.
Although I’ve never directly ntioned it to you all, I’ve actually explored my personal El Dorado across nurous turns.
The types of utopias varied.
I tried living on a luxury yacht and even setting up a mobile sea fortress. I also set up a house on an uninhabited island.
Skyscrapers, underground bunkers, subway tracks, rail cannons—I experienced all the forms of “hideouts” people typically imagine.
But for so reason, no hideout ever fully satisfied my aesthetic sense.
There was always 2% missing.
“Your standards are too high, oppa.”
The puppeteer Lee Hayul grumbled.
Of course, her own lips remained firmly shut. She spoke through her ever-present maid marionette.
Lee Hayul, the daughter of a notorious traitor (the forr mayor of Busan), had the skill to pull puppet strings from under her nails.
Lee Hayul’s puppet strings were virtually superconductors of aura, capable of transmitting aura to the tips with minimal loss. This miraculous superconductor was extrely useful for hideout security.
In constructing an impregnable hideout, Lee Hayul’s cooperation was not optional but essential.
Not only I but also Noh Doha and Cheon Yohwa always hired Lee Hayul when renovating their base buildings.
Even such an expert showed reluctance at my requests as the building owner.
“Tell honestly. What is your ideal guild building, oppa?”
“First, it must be able to withstand any physical shock from outside for a long ti.”
“Like an underground bunker?”
Lee Hayul nodded.
“Possible. Every guild master desires that. Next?”
“It should also be able to handle intruders who use non-physical ans to infiltrate.”
“Possible. Make entry difficult, like a labyrinth.”
“But at the sa ti, guild mbers must be able to deploy quickly. There should be many secret passages.”
“…?”
“And I don’t want to impose harsh living conditions on my guild mbers. They should always be able to live more comfortably than other guilds. For example, if they want to take a walk by the Han River, they should be able to do so imdiately, and the view should be nice if possible.”
“…”
Lee Hayul closed her notebook. Then she looked up at with her golden eyes.
“Oppa. Where is your conscience?”
Admittedly, it was a conscienceless demand.
To completely block Koyori’s alien invasion, flawless security was necessary.
But security and convenience are difficult to coexist beyond a certain level. You can’t expect five-star hotel room service on a nuclear submarine.
Yet dismissing Koyori as nonexistent—Ahh! In my head! The pink voice in my head! Iä! Iä! Let’s beco one, guild master!
So, my days of suffering from an echo akin to the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra continued.
Then, one day during the 196th turn.
I was sitting by the Han River, lost in thought, staring blankly at the water.
Then, from afar, a man I had never seen before approached, pushing a mountain bike. Two pistols at his waist, a backpack, and a rifle on his back—the latest fashion trend in the apocalypse.
“Huh…? Is this not the place?”
The bike man stopped about 600 ters away and looked around.
“Strange. SGNet clearly said it was here…”
The word SGNet piqued my interest.
At this ti, I had completely given up on security and built my hideout under the Han River, near the convenience store where I first t the Saint.
And there were no other buildings around except my hideout. The so-called “Sumr of Seoul” incident, where most of Gangnam was engulfed by the void, left nothing but my hideout and a few buildings around the Han River’s south side.
In other words, the place the bike man was looking for was likely my guild hideout. As the owner, I had to inquire about his intentions.
“What’s your business here?”
“Whoa!”
The bike man was startled. I had approached him silently and spoke from behind.
He reflexively reached for his rifle but quickly let go, realizing it would only provoke .
“Ah, well, I heard a rumor that there’s a café with amazing coffee around here…”
“A rumor?”
“Yes. Do you know SGNet? I’m an awakened one. SGNet said if you follow the Han River, you’d find a café. But there’s no building here except this one.”
“A café with amazing coffee?”
I tilted my head.
…It wasn’t until I searched SGNet myself later that I learned the truth, but the main instigators of this incident were none other than Tang Seorin and Cheon Yohwa.
They initiated what’s known as “biting” on the bulletin board.
-[Baekhwa] High School Senior : Hehe >
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