Chapter 232: Savior of Nepal (3)
“Huff... Huff... Huff...?Ahh... I’m so tired!”
Thud!
Han-Yeol lay flat on the ground, which was drenched in the blood of the monsters. However, he didn't care at all, as long as he could lie down.
"Ah... I'm dying," he muttered while gazing up at the sky.
The only thing he cared about right now was getting some rest, even if it meant getting dirty. He had been fighting for forty-eight hours straight, and fatigue had begun to take its toll both physically and mentally.
Nevertheless, he emerged victorious after the bloody battle, which resembled more of a war based on the aftermath.
“Damn it... I’m so tired...”
“Kyu...!”
Mavros was on the ground beside Han-Yeol, having returned to his cute size. He had worked tirelessly for the last forty-eight hours and was now extremely tired. He had flown around, luring the monsters toward Han-Yeol. He had even joined the battle once there were no monsters left to lure.
Around the thirty-eighth hour mark, the demons Han-Yeol had summoned began to return to the demon world one by one. While they might be quite strong in their own ways, quantity was bound to triumph over quality if there were enough of them.
Fortunately, the demons simply returned to the demon world and did not die, which meant that Han-Yeol could summon them again at a later date. After all, a demon was not a being that would easily perish.
“Thank you for your hard work, Han-Yeol Hunter-nim,” Purva said.
“What hard work?” Han-Yeol nonchalantly replied with a smirk.
Dududududu!
When the sound of a helicopter could be heard in the distance, Han-Yeol commented, “I guess those are the government people.”
"Yes, the soldiers stationed here at Lamidanda Airport probably reported some time ago that the monster numbers had decreased. They probably sent another report recently, stating that all threats have been neutralized," Purva replied.
Then, he added, "That is most likely the president confirming that the monsters have been dealt with. She is probably coming to gain your favor, hoping that you would help again if another dimensional rift occurs."
“Really?”
“That is only my assumption, but it is most likely.”
“Ha!”
It was difficult to ascertain how confident Purva was in his assumption, as it was impossible to read someone's mind. However, this didn't apply to Han-Yeol, as he possessed the ability to read other people's minds.
Unfortunately, his skill had the limitation of not being able to read the minds of individuals who were far away.
‘I wonder if Mariam can do that...?’?he wondered.
Han-Yeol was so exhausted that his mind began to wander, thinking of all sorts of irrelevant things...
***
[Hahaha! Please! Have another glass, Han-Yeol Hunter-nim!]
[Aigoo! Thank you very much!]
They were currently in the president's office at the presidential palace in Kathmandu, and President Vidya poured a glass for Han-Yeol.
The fatigue that had weighed on Han-Yeol's body was washed away after a good night's sleep in the presidential palace. Following that, a small banquet was hosted by the president in honor of Han-Yeol, and that was how he found himself currently drinking with her.
‘Hmm... It's quite modest. I was expecting the palace to be more luxurious, despite how poor the people are,’?Han-Yeol thought as he looked around.
It wasn't uncommon for the residences or palaces of rulers to be lavishly decorated, regardless of the suffering their people endured. Good examples of this were certain resource-rich countries where the populace remained poor due to rampant corruption. A country where the majority of the population lived in poverty while politicians and their associates reaped the nation's riches was a sadly common occurrence in the world.
However, the presidential palace appeared weathered and humble. There were signs of repairs here and there, but it was evident that they could only do so much with the limited budget they had.
Han-Yeol's appreciation for the Nepalese Government grew slightly after witnessing their modesty.
‘I guess they disagree with living lavishly while their people suffer.’?He was quite content with what he was seeing.
[Ah... Is there really no hope for our country...?]
‘Here it is...’?Han-Yeol's eyes flashed at those words.
He had been waiting for the president to mention something like that long before the party even started.
[Is there something wrong?] he asked while feigning ignorance.
[That is... As you may be aware, our country only has half a hunting ground.]
[Yes. I am aware of that.]
The reason Han-Yeol could fluently communicate in Nepalese right now was all thanks to...
Ding!
[The rank of ‘Translation’ has increased from (F) to (E).]
[Nepalese has been added to the list of languages.]
Han-Yeol was listening to Purva and his countrymen speaking in their language when a message suddenly appeared in front of Han-Yeol's eyes.
People diligently studying languages would probably curse at him if they saw how easy it was for him. Most people had to study until they were exhausted to learn a language, but Han-Yeol could become fluent in a new language just by listening to it, thanks to his skill.
The Translation skill undoubtedly made Han-Yeol an overpowered character, even though it was useless in battle.
[The age of fossil fuels came to an end with the emergence of the dimensional gates thirty years ago, but the gods have forsaken our country by not bestowing us with hunting grounds.]
‘Yeah, I'm sure everyone who's heard of this country would think the same,’?Han-Yeol thought.
The president was quite polite in the way she spoke. In fact, she sounded genuinely desperate. She had never sounded this desperate, not even when she was talking to their 'supposed' shield, China.
[But it is not like I can abandon my motherland...]
The Nepalese people did not have a strong attachment to their country, but they held deep attachments to their lands, families, and hometowns. This was the reason these people continued to live in this country, never abandoning it no matter how difficult life became.
[Well, that is understandable...]
On the other hand, Han-Yeol was entirely different. He wouldn't have hesitated to abandon his homeland if he were in this situation. After all, many countries were willing to accept immigrants, especially if they were willing to work as Porters.
[I am embarrassed to make such a request, but... I would like to ask a favor from you, Han-Yeol Hunter-nim...]
[A favor...?]
‘I wonder what kind of favor she’s going to ask...’?Han-Yeol wondered.
He had somewhat of an idea of what she was going to ask, but her request was far from what he had expected.
[Please do not forsake our country!]
The president suddenly got up from her seat and knelt in front of Han-Yeol.
[What?!]
Han-Yeol did not expect her to get down on her knees in front of him.
‘Geez... I thought they had something prepared in detail, but what the hell is this...?’?he grumbled inwardly at the odd turn of events.
He had expected the president to make an unreasonable request, but it turned out that she only wanted one thing from him: not to abandon Nepal. It was truly a pitiful request that highlighted the dire situation the country was in.
Nepal had been a peaceful nation that relied on tourism revenue and support from China to survive, but the recent emergence of the dimensional rift had changed everything. Their tourism industry was virtually dead now that a dimensional rift had appeared in the country, and their once dependable neighbor had proven to be treacherous. The pillars that had supported the country had crumbled overnight.
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