Transcendent Warrior With A Dimensional Shifting

Transcendent Warrior With A Dimensional Shifting Inventory 66

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She was Min-hyuk’s university classmate.

But they weren’t particularly close.

Don’t you have friends like that?

You’re classmates, so you go to MTs together and drink together several times, but you’re the kind of friends who have never had a cup of coffee together.

“Eun-young? You’re the CEO here?”

“It really is Choi Min-hyuk! Wow, how long has it been? I think it’s been more than seven years.”

After giving up on reinstatement, Min-hyuk had never met any of his university classmates.

And he hadn’t seen her since he enlisted.

So it really had been seven years since they last met.

“You’ve gotten old.”

“Shut up, Choi Min-hyuk!”

“Your mouth is still as foul as ever.”

hahahaha!

Laughter erupted from Eun-young’s mouth.

“It’s so good to see a classmate after such a long time. Are you doing well?”

“So-so.”

“I heard that you didn’t go back to school.”

Like the other female classmates, she had graduated while the male classmates were in the military.

So she had heard about Min-hyuk at alumni gatherings.

But she didn’t know exactly why Min-hyuk hadn’t gone back to school.

Because Min-hyuk hadn’t told anyone, there wasn’t a single person among the alumni who knew his circumstances properly.

“Things happened.”

“I see.”

Min-hyuk wasn’t the type to blabber about his personal life to others.

And she wasn’t the type to pry into things that the other person didn’t want to talk about.

Eun-young reminisced about the past and said,

“We used to drink so much soju back in the day.”

“You used to always bum cigarettes off me at drinking parties and never paid me back. Do you buy your own cigarettes these days?”

Eun-young smiled and replied to Min-hyuk’s question.

“That’s right, I did···.”

After exchanging a few words of conversation reminiscing about their campus days, the topic naturally changed to sesame oil.

“Why do you need 1,000 bottles of sesame oil?”

“I really like sesame oil. I eat it with rice.”

“You’re killing me.”

Minhyuk’s life story is not necessary unless he wants to tell it, but I really had to ask why he bought 1,000 bottles of sesame oil made in his own factory.

Minhyuk pointed out the window.

Through the glass window, I could see a truck parked in the parking lot.

Then Gueunyoung asked.

“Did you drive that here?”

“Uh, I’m in the trucking business.”

He gave a rough outline of his job, driving a truck around and selling things.

Gueunyoung tilted her head.

“But, wouldn’t our sesame oil be a bit of a mismatch for the trucking business?”

She was talking about how the sesame oil here was much more expensive than the general products distributed on the market.

Even if it’s 100% sesame oil, the price can vary greatly depending on the raw materials used.

First of all, imported sesame seeds are much cheaper than domestic ones.

And even if they’re both imported, sesame oil made from imported sesame seed powder is cheaper than sesame oil pressed from imported whole sesame seeds.

Most of the sesame oils easily accessible at marts or convenience stores are cheap products made from foreign sesame seed powder.

The sesame oil made in Gueunyoung’s factory uses domestic whole sesame seeds as raw materials, so the unit price is much more expensive than those sesame oils.

“Is your sesame oil too expensive to sell in the trucking business?”

At Minhyuk’s straightforward question, Gueunyoung made a momentarily flustered expression before responding just as bluntly.

“If it’s the trucking business, you drive around the countryside or outskirts selling things, right? Doesn’t it have to be cheap no matter what?”

“Don’t look down on the trucking business. I only put things I approve of in my truck. I only carry freshly caught wild fish, and I only deal with fruits that are sweet and picked in season.”

“Oh! I feel like I’m sensing something like the spirit of a craftsman.”

“And I only go to the affluent neighborhoods. My regulars won’t even put anything in their mouths unless it’s the best.”

“Really?”

Gueunyoung nodded her head, starting to believe Minhyuk’s lie.

“Some of my regulars recommended your sesame oil, saying it was rich and delicious, so I came to buy some.”

“Really? Has our sesame oil gotten that much word of mouth?”

Gueunyoung’s face lit up.

She had always regretted not being able to properly promote the sesame oil she had worked so hard to make.

The advertising costs are a bit expensive.

She even made a promotional video herself and uploaded it to the internet, but the view count was low and it didn’t have much effect.

But now, consumers who had tasted it directly were spreading the word!

“I’m really touched.”

Tears were forming in the corners of Gueunyoung’s eyes as she smiled brightly.

Minhyuk asked mischievously.

“Are you crying?”

“I’m just so happy… I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing to cry in front of a friend I haven’t seen in a long time.”

Minhyuk waited a moment for her to regain her composure before asking.

“How much sesame oil do you have in stock? The 220ml ones.”

“I have 1,860 bottles.”

“I’ll take all of it,” responded Gu Eunyoung promptly.

Since she’d been worrying over the unsold sesame oil made from expensive ingredients, she had memorized the quantity in her head.

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Gu Eunyoung escorted Minhyuk to the parking lot.

“See you again!”

“I’ll come by again when I run out of sesame oil.”

“Give me a call before you come.”

Minhyuk nodded and got into the driver’s seat.

Vroom—

He started the truck.

He waved goodbye to Gu Eunyoung and left the sesame oil factory.

Then, after about 40 minutes of driving, he arrived home.

‘What the—?’

There were several people outside the fence of his house.

Minhyuk’s heart sank.

‘No way? Did the peddlers track me down to my house?’

After he made 8 billion won selling dragon incense, he’d gotten so many creepy phone calls that he’d had to change his phone number.

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Honk—

Minhyuk honked the horn.

The people looked up at the truck.

Minhyuk rolled down his window and asked them, “What are you doing in front of someone else’s house?”

“Are you the owner of this house? There are a lot of greens near the fence, so we were going to pick some.”

Minhyuk had misunderstood.

They were just some ladies who had stopped to pick greens on their way past.

“You can’t pick greens from someone else’s private property.”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.”

The ladies apologized to Minhyuk and left.

Hmm—

This time it was a misunderstanding, but next time it might not be.

He couldn’t keep living like this, always on edge.

So he had to move soon.

To a much better place than this.

He just needed to accumulate enough return time.

If he succeeded in his first dragon hunt, he would earn 30 days of return time.

That would be enough time to move.

‘Let’s move while we’re at it.’

Minhyuk parked the truck and got out of the driver’s seat.

Then he went up to the cargo area and began to put the boxes of sesame oil in the refrigerator.

There were 30 bottles of sesame oil in one box.

Since one bottle was only 220ml, the box wasn’t that big.

Over 30 boxes fit in the commercial refrigerator at once.

He was able to move all the sesame oil to the other world in two trips.

1,860 arrowheads made from dragon bones had been prepared.

Minhyuk mobilized all the blacksmiths in Asdel Castle and began the task of assembling the arrows.

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A week passed in no time.

The work of making the arrows was almost finished.

‘I can’t keep shooting arrows forever.’

Minhyuk was developing firearms in the forge of Tamirn Fortress with Balin, David, and Professor Raymond.

It was possible to kill a dragon with arrowheads made from dragon bones, but they would develop an even more powerful weapon.

An overwhelming weapon that could kill a dragon alone, even without Gaon and the archers.

He wasn’t going to end his dragon hunting after catching just one Akara dragon.

Killing one dragon would earn him much more return time than hunting tens of thousands of lesser dragons.

In the past, there were firearms such as guns and cannons on the continent of Rania.

Professor Raymond had searched through all the storehouses in Asdel Castle and gathered information on firearms.

Minhyuk also collected information on modern firearms through the Internet.

However, information alone was not enough to make a gun.

They were stuck from the very beginning of making the gun barrel.

The gun barrel basically had to be able to withstand the explosive force of the gunpowder and the friction of the bullet.

Balin opened his mouth with a blank expression.

“There is no material that can withstand bullets made from dragon bone.”

In the case of modern firearms, the inside of the gun barrel was coated with a material much stronger than the bullet to withstand the friction with the bullet.

Then, the wear resistance of the gun barrel would increase, and the bullet would be fired with stronger rotation as it was scratched by the rifling inside the gun barrel.

However, they did not have a material stronger than a bullet made from dragon bone.

Even if the gun barrel was made of dragon bone, which was the same material as the bullet, the inside of the gun barrel would quickly wear out.

If they had to replace the gun barrel after a few uses, it would be better to just use a bow.

“There wouldn’t be any problem if we made the gun barrel out of Locus alloy.”

Minhyuk nodded at Balin’s words.

If they made the gun barrel out of Locus alloy, which was much stronger than dragon bone, they could make a machine gun that could fire at an incredible speed.

“Your Majesty!”

The fortress captain ran to Minhyuk and reported.

“The representative of the elves requests an audience.”

“Bring him in.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

After a short while, Jeria arrived at the forge.

She bowed her head in greeting.

“Your Majesty, are you alright?”

“What is it?”

“It would be a great honor if Your Majesty would attend the Elven festival tonight!”

By Minhyuk’s orders, 30,000 elves from the Eastern Forest were currently living in the Tamrin Fortress.

Most of the elves had been put to work on the fortress’s reconstruction, so it was a kind of ‘work in exchange for room and board’.

However, since they were currently paying off their debt, there was no need to pay them wages.

The Tamrin Fortress had once housed 150,000 people, so there was no problem accommodating all of them.

In fact, Minhyuk had given the order to protect the elves.

The dragons could wipe out the elves in a fit of rage.

If that happened, Minhyuk would lose valuable workers.

If they lived in the fortress, they could quickly hide underground in case of a dragon attack.

The elves also knew that Minhyuk was protecting them.

So they were deeply grateful to him.

“What festival is it today?”

“It’s the day we commemorate our race’s immigration to the continent of Rania!”

The elves had a lot of different commemorative holidays.

“We’ve prepared plenty of fruit wine to serve Your Majesty!”

Gulp-

Ballin swallowed his saliva.

The dwarves hated the elves, but they loved the fruit wine they made.

Hmm-

When things weren’t going well, it was good to clear your head for a while.

I’ll have a drink, get some rest, and then work hard on research and development from tomorrow.

“What else do you have besides fruit wine?”

Jeria smiled brightly at Minhyuk’s agreement to attend.

“We’ve also prepared delicious elven rice cakes!”

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Chug-chug-

Ballin drained his cup in one go and exclaimed,

“Delicious! I don’t know about anything else, but you have to admit that the fruit wine is good!”

Munch-munch-

Minhyuk tasted the rice cakes made by the elves.

They were chewy like glutinous rice cakes and very sweet.

Jeria brought someone over to Minhyuk and introduced her.

“This is Karana, our eldest elder.”

She was 280 years old this year.

She was twice as old as Jeria, who was 140 years old.

The average lifespan of an elf was about 250 years.

So, Carana was over 100 years old in human terms.

However, even as elves aged, their appearance did not change much.

So, you couldn’t guess their age just by looking at their appearance.

“I am honored to be in your presence, Your Majesty.”

Carana said softly as she filled Minhyuk’s glass.

“When I was very young, I met a man who looked just like Your Majesty.”