Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 10: Immortal Hero (4)

After capturing the excrement, we returned to the Manmul Sang and had a late lunch with Shin Ramyeon.

Yi Sun-sin and Anwi, both with enormous appetites, ate a total of 8 packs and even added rice to the soup, showcasing their incredible hunger.

“Ahh, this rice tastes amazing. What kind of rice is this?”

“It’s called Haeppan.”

“Haeppan?”

“It’s rice made by mixing various types of rice.”

“Hoho. You mixed different types of rice, huh? Impressive.”

Honestly, I didn’t know what kind of rice was in Haeppan. All I knew was that it was domestic rice.

“But what’s the tool used to cook this rice?”

Anwi, amazed that the rice could be ready in just 2 minutes in the microwave, asked several questions.

Each time, I kindly answered without hiding anything.

“It’s called a microwave, and it heats food using electromagnetic waves called microwaves.”

“Ma, ma? That’s difficult. Truly, the ways of the immortal are mysterious.”

It wasn’t like he would understand, even if I explained properly, so I had no reason to hide it.

“This ramen is the last one, though.”

Yi Sun-sin looked at the empty ramen bowl with a regretful expression.

Yi Sun-sin was wearing a red military uniform from the Joseon era, not his usual white military attire.

Even while he was exiled, he had always carried his weapons with him, ready to return at any time.

His attire was exactly what I had seen in historical records about the general.

Except for the fact that he was holding a Coca-Cola in his hand.

“Other food will taste bland from now on.”

“Indeed. It’s a shame I won’t be able to eat these delicious things anymore. I almost feel like staying here. Haha.”

Anwi also expressed his deep regret at having to leave Manmul Sang.

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But since we had received the royal decree from the king, we had no choice but to get up and leave.

“Choi Seon-in, I am deeply grateful for all your help.”

“Please wait a moment.”

I stopped Yi Sun-sin from saying his farewell and went outside with a gas burner, turning it on. I then took a thousand-won bill from my wallet and set it on fire with the gas flame.

“Oho, it seems like you are performing some kind of magic.”

“The form of the talisman seems different from those used by shamans.”

Yi Sun-sin and Anwi, mistaking the money for a talisman, quietly watched what I was doing.

In Joseon, where shamanism and possession were widespread, it wasn’t unusual to see such practices.

After a while, I tossed the half-burnt thousand-won bill aside and stood up.

“You’re asking us to go with you.”

“Go with?”

“Yes. That’s what you said.”

There was no real reason for them to come with me, but I just made up something on the spot.

─ Help Yi Sun-sin and win the Battle of Myeongnyang!

Reward: Legendary Artifact

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‘If we part ways here, it’ll be a disaster. I can’t let that happen.’

I had to stay with Yi Sun-sin until the Battle of Myeongnyang took place, no matter what.

That was the task the status screen had given me.

So, I pretended to be a Taoist, acting like a fool. Whether it would work or not, I honestly didn’t know.

In real life, doing such things would get me labeled as a crazy person.

Just as I was doubtful, though...

“You can read the heavenly signs too, huh?”

“Choi Seon-in, come with us.”

It was surprisingly easy.

‘The Taoist concept worked well.’

No matter what I did, the two of them assigned meaning to it themselves.

That’s how cults form.

The Manmul Sang appeared in the middle of the mountains, far from any residential area, so our first night was spent camping in the mountains.

Squeak squeak─

The evening in the mountains, where the crickets chirped and the distant sound of a beast’s cry could be heard, was incredibly cold.

Crackle, crackle.

We sat side by side by a campfire, warming our frozen bodies.

“We’ll need to hunt before the sun sets if we want to eat dinner.”

“I’ll go.”

“There’s no need for that.”

I stopped Anwi, who was getting ready to leave to hunt.

“Do you mean there’s food here?”

Yi Sun-sin and Anwi looked at me in confusion.

All I had was the small backpack I’d brought from Manmul Sang.

“Yes, I brought some food.”

I took out a mat from the backpack, set up a gas burner and grill on top of it.

“... The portable stove seems quite convenient.”

“It’s small, but it seems to have a lot in it.”

The two of them watched in wonder as I kept pulling out things from the small bag.

It wasn’t just any ordinary bag.

It was a spatial backpack.

A magical item that has a space inside much larger than its outward appearance.

Since it could hold all sorts of things, it was a popular item among Hunters, known as the ‘inventory.’

The space was about 500 liters—roughly the size of five military backpacks.

I took out pork belly, lettuce, water parsley, pine mushrooms, and more from the backpack.

“Choi Seon-in, what kind of meat is that?”

“It’s pork belly.”

“Hoho, the slicing is very well done.”

Anwi marveled at the uniform cuts made by the butcher’s machine.

“I’ll grill it now.”

Once the grill was hot, I placed the pork belly on it.

Sssss─

As soon as I put it on, the sizzling sound and the delicious smell filled the air.

“Gulp.”

“Hmm.”

Yi Sun-sin and Anwi swallowed their saliva.

I waited for the meat to cook properly, then flipped the pork belly.

Sssss─

The browned side of the meat appeared.

“Ahh.”

This was it.

The texture was perfect.

Once the other side was cooked, I cut the pork belly into bite-sized pieces with scissors.

Then, I added pine mushrooms and water parsley on top of the lettuce and offered it to Yi Sun-sin.

“General, please try it.”

“Thank you.”

Yi Sun-sin, maintaining a dignified expression, couldn’t resist his appetite and quickly wrapped a bite and put it in his mouth.

“Mmm...?!”

Yi Sun-sin’s eyes went wide after tasting the wrap.

“Ahh, the taste is amazing!”

“Let me try it too. Is this how you eat it?”

Unable to hold back, Anwi wrapped a bite and tasted it, then burst into admiration.

‘Which scholar from the Joseon era hated pork?’

Seems like they’re eating just fine.

As I watched the two of them eat, I wrapped my own bite and brought it to my mouth.

“Mmm.”

I couldn’t help but hum.

The slightly fatty meat mixed with the fragrant water parsley danced in my mouth.

The cool breeze, the full moon hanging in the sky, and the expansive mountain scenery. With a delicious meal, it was a perfect first night camping in Joseon.

As we left for Jeongju, one worry remained: the inability to use Manmul Sang.

Since we were with Yi Sun-sin, we couldn’t return to the mountain with Manmul Sang.

‘Not having a place to rest is a big deal.’

I hadn’t felt the discomfort back in Napoleon’s time when we stayed in one place.

But this worry faded the very next day after our camping.

“Today, we’ll stay in that abandoned house.”

The next day, unable to find a village, we came across an abandoned house and decided to spend the night there.

When I opened the door of the abandoned house, the sight that greeted me was surprisingly familiar.

‘Huh? Why is Manmul Sang here...?’

Beyond the door of the abandoned house, my shop had appeared.

“Choi Seon-in, you know how to perform such spells too?”

“Truly amazing!”

Yi Sun-sin and Anwi admired in awe.

I scratched my cheek awkwardly in response to their admiration.

◆Dimensional Connector

─ You can install a door that connects to Manmul Sang.

─ Mana cost: 1000

─ Usable count: 3/3

─ Caution: After using all available uses, a 3-day cooldown will occur.

‘So this function exists.’

It was surprising, but it made sense.

Considering how Manmul Sang always appeared in random locations, like the alleyway during Napoleon’s time or this abandoned house in the mountains, it wasn’t weird that the entrance kept changing.

‘It’s convenient, though.’

Meanwhile, Yi Sun-sin had started recruiting soldiers to fight alongside him as he moved toward Jeongju.

I had to experience just how popular Yi Sun-sin truly was, and how many common people were willing to follow him.

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“If I can fight alongside the general, I would gladly offer my life!”

“General! Though I am old and have never held a sword, I will gladly fight the Japanese!”

Everywhere we went, Yi Sun-sin’s reputation among the people was overwhelmingly positive, and the volunteer soldiers joined him willingly.

“Commander Jo Bang-jang Baek Heung-rip will join you!”

“I, Song Yeo-jeong, am here!”

The number of soldiers, which started at 60 in Jinju, grew to 120 when we reached Gurye, and to 200 in Suncheon.

The next day, it reached 300. Then 500, and 700 the following day...

The number of soldiers marching with Yi Sun-sin increased every day.

By the time we reached Jeongju, Yi Sun-sin had more than 2,000 soldiers with him.

I felt awe and admiration as I traveled alongside him.

The naval commander, once abandoned by the king and left with no soldiers, had now become a general leading thousands of men.

It was the result of Yi Sun-sin’s legendary undefeated myth during the Imjin War.

For six long years, Yi Sun-sin had fought on countless battlefields, never once losing.

‘If a general like him existed, even those without patriotism would find it.’

Watching the volunteer soldiers follow Yi Sun-sin, I felt deeply the immense power of a true hero.

If Yi Sun-sin had been in 21st-century Korea, he certainly wouldn’t have let the capital fall to monsters so easily.

But even such a great general fell silent when faced with his available ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) forces.

“General! We only have 12 Panokseon ships.”

“General! We only have 21 Chotamseon ships.”

12 Panokseon ships, 21 reconnaissance ships.

That was the entirety of Yi Sun-sin’s fleet, and the last of Joseon’s national strength.

“...”

All the ships Yi Sun-sin had gathered during the Imjin War, more than 300, and the 4 Turtle Ships, had all sunk while he was exiled.

“General, at this rate...”

“We’ll gather the Panokseon and move to Ijinpo!”

Though Anwi carefully suggested an opinion, Yi Sun-sin silently continued preparing for the front lines and moved to a bigger harbor.

He also enlisted an additional 12 Panokseon and 12 Chotamseon ships.

But despite his efforts, rumors spread among the soldiers who had gone out on reconnaissance.

“The enemy’s fleet has covered the sea, it’s completely dark!”

“The Japanese have already entered Haenam!”

The news of the impending Japanese fleet reached us.

The fear that hundreds of ships would soon arrive crushed the soldiers’ spirits.

Late that evening, when I went to find Yi Sun-sin, he was reading the royal decree sent by King Seonjo.

“The king commands the dissolution of the navy and asks that I come to Hanyang to plan for the future.”

Yi Sun-sin, who had been reflecting on his twin dragon sword’s blade, asked me.

“Choi Seon-in, what do you think?”

“Do as you wish, General.”

“Do you know what I want?”

“No matter what I say, will you not fight?”

“...”

“Then fight.”

Instead of answering me, Yi Sun-sin ground his ink stick in silence.

Then, he dipped his brush and began writing on the hanji paper.

I read what he wrote.

─ I still have 12 ships left. As long as I am alive, the enemy will not dare...

As I watched Yi Sun-sin write his reply by candlelight, I quietly left the room.

Fifteen days later, the massive Japanese fleet, numbering in the hundreds, appeared in the waters of Myeongnyang.

September 16th, the year of Gyeongyu.

The day of fate had arrived.