assistirfilmes Chapter 6: Divinity (2)
Chapter 6: Divinity (2)
Chapter 6: Divinity (2)
“Hello, it’s been a while since I turned on the stream, this is Mr. Park, a farmer from Jeolla Province.”
-What are you doing at this time?
-When are you going to post traditional content?
Farmer Park was a farmer who was also a part-time YouTuber.
He is a typical local YouTuber who combines his job with farming, showing rural life such as farming content, frog eating, and wild boar hunting.
He was here to see his neighbor Kim’s rice field, which he said was recently disrupted by the appearance of the gate.
“Didn’t I mention in the community that Mr. Kim’s field is affected by the gate?”
-You did.
-The Firebird Guild won the bid.
-Mr. Kim set up a table for the Firebird Guild Hunters to eat and drink to make things right.
“Oh, but I heard that the dungeon break happened.”
-Mr. Park’s son-in-law.
-The Firebird Guild with an S-rank Yong-wan and multiple A-ranks couldn’t clear a scarlet gate?
-Bullshit ᄂᄂ
The viewers’ reactions made Mr. Park feel resentful, as he had seen Mr. Kim, the owner of the field, cry unwillingly when he saw the field contaminated by the miasma.
Park didn’t know much about the Hunters, but he knew that Firebird was a famous guild and that they were very good.
Still, the Dungeon Break happened, and Kim’s fields were still being contaminated by miasma. It was the farmer’s worst fear since the Cataclysm 30 years ago.
“I swear to God,” he says, “even the people from the association are here, and they’re freaking out. All my rice is rotten because it was contaminated by miasma.”
Mr. Park zoomed in on the camera footage, showing the contaminated land and the Association staff confronting the Firebird Guild.
It wasn’t just the rice that was rotting, but the skeletal remains strewn about, suggesting the remains of skeletons.
-......Really? If it’s spreading like wildfire in Hunan, it must be an early harvest this year, but no news?
-Isn’t it fucked up? At least they’ve increased farming subsidies because food self-sufficiency is down.
-What’s the point of more subsidies? I don’t have any land to farm.
-The answer is smart farms. Buy Doojung Future Food now.
-Worms OUT!
After that, Mr. Park continued to take videos around the gate.
Although the gate was cordoned off, Park was lucky enough to be spotted wandering among the crops, and the viewers’ reactions became more serious.
“Oh... there’s a foreigner.”
Then, a blond man walked into his camera and the viewers raised questions.
-Who is this foreigner? Is he from the Firebird Guild?
-He’s poorly equipped for such a thing. He’s not even wearing any gear.
-Then he’s an Association employee?
-There are no Europeans in the Association. But he’s very handsome.
-Aren’t there many women over there? They’re all carrying something? Zoom in on them Mr. Park.
Park saw the altar and the straw puppets.
‘Are they doing a ritual?’
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They hope it will cleanse the land, but in the end, the only way to cleanse it is to inject the reagent in time.
‘Is that blond guy some kind of mage? No, he doesn’t look like a mage at all.’
Mr. Park was strangely uneasy about the man.
It’s not just his appearance and even though he was being filmed from a distance, the living saint’s radiance exuded an air of nobility.
The procession of rice rose like gold while trembling hands and mouths clasped together at the miracle of life that had come forth from the polluted earth.
“Be fruitful and multiply. It is the rightful duty of the living, and this bountiful land is a testament to the covenant to all eternity.”
* * * *
Han Ha-ri, Kim Jin-soo and the rest of the staff of the Hunter Association were dumbfounded by the miracle that was unfolding before their eyes.
How could a miasma pollute the land?
How can life not grow in a polluted land?
All of their questions led to one conclusion.
A malevolent force beyond the comprehension of human common sense or technology was at work to ravage the world.
Crops cannot grow on contaminated land. Cleanup efforts are possible, but they are offset by a significant investment of precious Hunter mana.
You can’t grow crops on land contaminated with miasma. That’s modern common knowledge, and why modern humans cling desperately to printed cultures and palm farms.
As more and more land becomes contaminated because of the Dungeon Breaks, humanity’s food self-sufficiency rate will plummet.
“What the.......”
Ha-ri and Kim Jin-woo couldn’t believe their eyes at what they were seeing as the golden crops on the ground swayed gently in the wind.
The golden fields on the ground shone brilliantly, as if the fact that they had just been contaminated was a lie.
“Chief... This, this is real rice.”
“I see it too.”
The rice grew in an instant but it’s not just the hunters’ association that is horrified. So was the leader of the Firebird Guild, Lee Yong-wan, who was trying to intimidate the Hunter Association by polluting the land.
“Hah! You don’t realize that crops grown by magic are poisonous!”
Yong Wan had a point.
Ever since the Cataclysm, mankind had been researching ways to grow crops with magic. However, the enchanted crops were inedible to ordinary humans and acted as toxins.
“What an ignorant thing to say. This is a crop blessed by the gods themselves. How can you judge it as poison?”
“It’s just a straw doll──”
“I forgive ignorance only once. Do not defile the goddess with your light tongue.”
There was something powerful and submissive about Leon’s words. Above all, the implicit wariness he felt toward the survivors kept him from acting in vain.
‘Shit, I shouldn’t be doing this.’
The Hunan Plain was a hostage and just as the Association had suspected, the Firebird Guild had deliberately induced a dungeon break.
The top 10 Korean guilds still receive countless benefits, but they wanted more, and the centerpiece was the exemption for dungeon byproducts.
Right now, they want an exemption worth 1 trillion won a year, but they’re only going to get bigger and bigger, eventually demanding a complete exemption.
In the end, if you scare the government with the excuse of Dungeon Break, the government will have no choice but to accept it, even if it means protecting the country and its people.
But it was all ruined by one survivor and Yong-wan wanted to say something.
“Let’s check it out,” he said, “I think it needs to be verified for the safety of the people who will be eating that rice.”
His intentions aside, the argument was true.
Crops grown with magic are inedible to normal humans. So, of course, it needed to be tested.
“I’ll lend you my guild’s appraiser. I’m curious to see what you’ve grown in one second.”
Yong-wan smiled his trademark mean smile and waited for the results. Looking forward to the moment when he could unmask that shameless stranger.
If the crops showed even a trace of magical energy, he would call him a fraud.
“Go and check it!”
“Quick, quick.”
“Our guild’s appraisers are excellent.”
Just as Yong Wan was expecting the appraiser’s mouth to say that people couldn’t eat this rice, the appraiser’s mouth, which was covered in cold sweat, finally dropped.
“The appraisal result is Rare!”
“Huh?”
“Every single rice grade is Rare!”