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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈
Chapter 286: Final Vote (7) (Part 1 Complete)
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8.
“…We have a serious problem. It's break time, but the crowd isn't thinning.”
Is that so?
“Look over there. The number of people in the alleyway is increasing! My goodness. Originally, it was expected not to exceed 7 hours no matter how long it took!”
It’s proof that the conference is successful.
That’s good for you, Anastasia, isn’t it?
You were so anxious it might fail.
“…The problem is that it may be far too successful. Right now, thirteen B-rank hunters are stationed beside [Wide-Area Communicator] as batteries. They are using their aura to block external transmissions and broadcasting, but, I don’t know the details, they are almost at their limit, smelling like spinach from their mouths.”
Eh.
Please tell them to hang in there a little longer.
"......How long is a little?"
Well.
There are people setting up tents over there.
At least until tomorrow?
“You crazy bastard……."
I hear that often.
“Master!”
Yes?
“After quickly surveying a hundred people, the questions they want to ask next are exceedingly diverse! There are even questions our guild masters can’t answer! Ahaha.”
Hmm.
What do you mean?
“It seems we may need to call [Duke Ivansia] and [Chairman Seimslam] as well!”
9.
“Good day. Thank you for taking my question. I run a café at the Babylon intersection. We also deliver.”
.......
Ah, the place Yoo Soo-Ha frequently ordered from...
“Pardon?”
No. Sorry.
It’s nothing.
Please refrain from advertising your store and continue with your question.
“Ah, yes... Understood. Ahem. My question is for the King of Death. The raid teams have recently enjoyed a string of successes, greatly expanding the Tower's territory. That was true of the Aegim Empire and is also true of the newly cleared continent. At present, however, access to these stages is strictly controlled by the five great guilds.”
Yes.
“Isn’t that a monopoly?”
.......
“In essence, the 5 great guilds are monopolizing the resources of the new continent, intending to further strengthen their influence within the tower based on that….”
“Hmm. Let me take this question.”
Raviel.
“Continue, please.”
“Uh... My point is that the Tower has many small guilds, including mom-and-pop operations with a membership of only about three. Aren't guilds like that receiving almost none of the benefits...?”
“What kind of benefits are you referring to?”
“Err…. like that….”
Raviel.
Raviel is so beautiful that looking directly at her can cause a stun effect.
Please be a bit more considerate of the questioner.
“Indeed. Is that so?”
That’s exactly it.
“Did I fail to take my appearance into account?”
Yes. Just as the sun cannot look upon itself.
“Sorry about that. Born and raised in the empire, I'm not accustomed to this culture. In my heart, I initially consider each of you as a baron at least.”
“A baron, you say. Oh. I’m just...”
“An owner of a bakery, right? I know. But aren’t you living a more prosperous and comfortable life than a baron in our empire?”
"......."
“You and we are different. Indeed, we must differ in many respects, just as you differ from the people of the outside world.”
"......."
"Among you, there must be those coveting the territory of my empire. Those who yearn for the rights to it. When forces clash, friction is inevitable, and I, as well as the nobles of the empire, are already prepared.”
"That means…"
“Twelve years. For the next twelve years, we will impose extreme restrictions on civilian exchange.”
"......."
“We are already sending exchange students to the 29th floor's school city. They will learn about public education and get accustomed to your culture, then return to the empire to handle negotiations. Until then…”
.......
“Just wait.”
.......
"I ask of you all as a representative of the empire.”
.......
"What if…"
Hmm.
“What if many people can’t wait? Oh. I'm sorry for not introducing my affiliation first. I am a priest of the Pantheon.”
“It’s fine. Ask your question.”
“Yes. Thank you. As you know, Your Grace… The power of our tower is overwhelming. If we intend to, for example, we could make the empire a colony…”
"......."
“I'm not making this up. Whether jokingly or seriously, there are actually people who think and talk like this. The logic of reality is harsh, isn’t it? Isn’t that right? So….”
“You're wrong.”
“Pardon?”
“The premise is wrong. You are not overwhelmingly stronger than the empire.”
“…I’m not sure what you mean…? Even without mentioning scientific prowess, if our hunters unite to attack…”
“Why do you think you all will unite?”
Squeeze.
"King of Death will help me.”
"......."
“Those who help King of Death will also help us. Just that already makes us as powerful as what you call the 5 great guilds. The Asuras who see King of Death as a father and friend will help, and the races forming the Fire River Council with the Asuras will help too. Look. Where do you see the overwhelming force difference?”
"......."
“That term [tower’s force] you mentioned is wrong. You should have said [tower’s villains]. If that's the context, indeed, the force you mentioned would be strong.”
"......."
“But as strong as they are, we are too.”
Raviel.
“There must be cynics among you who coldly say that’s just how the world is. While they spend a day in cynicism, my wife, their enemy, built power through bloodshed. He formed alliances. He established confederations. Regardless of race, nationality, and even world boundaries, he built the current family just to confront them.”
.......
“So if you ask whether that is simply how the world works, I have no reason to humor you with an answer. Is that the logic of the world you live in? That’s unfortunate. I choose to make the place where the King of Death is my world. My heart needs his voice to breathe.”
.......
Yes.
Right.
I’m on your side, Raviel.
"What......."
Forever.
“Aren’t we all people of the tower? I mean, haven’t we been supporting the tower’s conquest all this time? We couldn’t physically participate often due to the rankings, but that was unavoidable…”
“I am Ukrainian.”
Anastasia.
“I came here and founded Black Dragon, which somehow became the top guild in the tower. Back then, many people who never noticed me before started to show up saying ‘Let's stand together as fellow Ukrainians.’”
"......."
“If I had followed the logic of [being from the same place], over half of the executives in Black Dragon would have been Ukrainian. But I didn’t.”
“That's…”
“Right. Things have gotten somewhat better. So now, shall we create a [Tower Nation], invent a [Tower Citizenship], and establish [Our Tower]? They cast us out, but look at them now, watch as we, now thriving in the tower, mock you, the outside world. No, all worlds.”
"......."
She wanted to, but.
“I won’t.”
She could, but.
“Tell them to fuck off.”
"......."
“Ah, now that the media is blocked, I finally feel like I can breathe. I should have asked [Wide-Area Communicator] to arrange something like this long ago. Really. I need to start getting rid of this nature of living and dying by public attention…”
That’s also a charm of yours, Anastasia.
“Shut up. Anyway, I hate it. I’m sick of it. I am the Black Dragon Master, the 3rd ranked hunter and a guild master. I’ll take care of my guild members, look after the people around me, and treat those who treat me as a person with respect. How thankful is it that we have no language barriers in the tower? Every morning, I pray with gratitude to some unknown being who demolished the damned language barriers.”
“Ahaha.”
Bambolina.
“I'm from Bulgaria! But I haven’t registered with any public institution, and I don’t even have a passport! Technically, there's no way to prove my origin. So, maybe I could be from Serbia or Romania!”
"......."
“I am merely the Master of the Pantheon. Everyone, believe in your own god, worship with your heart, and be careful not to fall into heresy! If you feel the world is testing you, knock on the door of the Pantheon anytime!”
“And serve them espresso coffee…”
Liǎofàn.
“I'm Chinese. Well, there are some from my hometown in the Celestial Martial Clan. But the strongest always prevail. The weak, whether they are from the continent, islands, or jungle, end up just cleaning the guild building.”
"......."
“But the King of Death turned out to be stronger than me. What can I do? The weak must obey the strong. As someone said, the world is harsh.”
"......."
“I was born in Venezuela.”
Patricia.
“I still see the scenery of my hometown when I close my eyes. The village I lived in had beautiful trails. There was no glass on the dirt roads. When you stepped on them, you felt the earth beneath your feet. When I went to the city for studies, I often visited the bars at night. Old jazz, worn-out pianos… I miss everything.”
"......."
"But that's not all of my heart."
Patricia?
Why suddenly stand up…
“Babylon’s 11th District Gourmet Street is the best. The paella they occasionally make there, although lacking saffron, boasts an exquisite taste. So much so that during the dozens of days spent on this latest conquest, I thought of that restaurant three times. Shop owner, you are remarkable.”
"......."
“Respect to the seventeen heroes who opened a jazz bar in the 6th District. I take off my helmet to the one chamber orchestra and eleven quartets. I don't understand why they thought they would succeed in the tower when they failed in the outside world! Marvelous!”
“Bravo!”
“Long live Little Venezia!”
“Who's that? If I catch the one who just mentioned a failed shop, be ready for an inspection raid by the Vigilante Corps.”
“Play the piano again, please!”
“Goddess!”
“Please release a record! I'll buy 10! No, I'll download it 10 times!”
“The walking path in District Seven is truly marvelous, whoever made it. I was told that a hunter ranked somewhere in the two hundreds secretly digs out paths and builds gardens every morning at four. I will refrain from revealing the hunter's alias, but that person truly has too much time on their hands. Magnificent. Thanks to them, I now spend one day out of every thirty there.”
“It was me!”
“I love my homeland!”
.......
"But loving my homeland is like loving music!"
.......
“If I love the tower, it’s only because music never ceases here!”
.......
“We can’t always love like jazz. Songs have their silence. But…, damn it. Fine. I’ve decided to establish a separate guild named [Black Knight] with Black Dragon Master and King of Death!”
“What?”
“Guild?"
“Really?”
“A music guild. A jazz guild. A new form of music called 'Bloody Opera'… Damn it. If anyone who knew me from the past comes to watch, I’ll kill them. I'll throw them in prison.”
“My God!”
“The return of Little Venezia!”
“Finally ditching the helmet and armor?”
“I love you, Goddess! I've been waiting!”
.......
Princess.
[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages listens attentively to your words.]
The voting.
Start it, please.
[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages asks if you're sure it's okay to proceed.]
Yes.
The peoples whose consent we need in order to climb the Tower are not limited to the Mountain Snail Tribe, Fairy Tribe, Gill-Fin Tribe, Vampires, Dream Demons, Pure Human Race, Earth Spirit Tribe, and Ghost Tribe. They also include us humans.
[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages nods in agreement.]
[The privilege of the pillar is activated.]
[Quests on the 48th and 49th floors are altered.]
[Stage Integration.]
[Sequential Layer Progression.]
The people living in the Aegim Empire too.
The elder who remains alone in the snowfield, guarding the pillar of their sect.
The girl sitting on the porch of an old-fashioned Hanok, gazing at the sky.
[All characters belonging to 'the tower' are granted voting rights.]
[Regardless of the stage, the exercise of the voting right is equal.]
“Huh?”
“What's this notification..."
[Edited footage of the conquest from the 30th to 47th floors is compiled.]
[The edited footage is played for those with voting rights.]
[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages sends a message saying 'I edited it decently, so don’t worry about secrets being revealed! It’s a complimentary service!']
For us to be simply us.
[Currently.]
[The quest on the 49th floor is in progress.]
If fortune accompanies us.
[Voting begins.]
Our next story will begin on a stage a little higher than before.
Translator’s Note:
Hello everyone! I really think I should do these notes often because there’s so much I end up wanting to talk to everyone about, but then I think about how I don’t want to hinder your immersion in this fabulous story with my nonsense… Anyway, part 1 of the novel is now completed! I gotta say, it’s been a ride translating these 286 chapters. From the Hellfire Mansion to Martial Realm, from Sormewin Academy to Shinseo High, from Guru to the Tower Master’s World. It’s been an insane, incredibly enjoyable experience for me. It’s one thing to read a story, but when translating, you truly realize how beautifully presented this story is. The language and connections often made me baffled, making me re-think my own creative skills hahaha.
Leaving that aside, I’m truly glad I took up translating this novel. I’m also glad a lot of you have been actively talking to me and other readers about it in our discord. I hope we all can continue doing that even during Part 2, which I will start translating very soon! Thank you for reading my translations and I hope to see you all in Part 2~
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