[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 128

“Enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you.”

Even though I hadn’t said anything, the staff brought disposable plates.

“Must be Baekseol’s plate.”

“Excited!”

[⚔️LOL so cute]

[⚔️Baekseol dancing around]

Before adding the seasoning, I scooped some onto Baekseol’s plate, and she happily ate it.

“Just like a regular set meal, huh?”

[⚔️Yep]

[⚔️Not anything super special LOL]

Steam rose from the rice cooked with gondre (a type of herb).

Besides that, a salty soybean paste stew and various side dishes were set on the table.

“Looks delicious.”

I mixed the seasoning into the freshly cooked gondre rice, and the sticky sound was satisfying.

The red seasoning with finely chopped green onions blended nicely with the gondre rice.

The mixed gondre bibimbap looked like a delicious little mountain on the spoon.

Elders shaking their heads at the snack shop. Even they might think this is like a fairy tale.

“Ta-da! Looks tasty, right?”

[⚔️LOL so cute]

[⚔️Two cute things]

Beside me, Baekseol was also eating enthusiastically.

“Let me try.”

I opened my mouth wide and took a spoonful. The unique bitter taste of gondre and the sweetness of the white rice blended well, making my mouth happy.

“Mmm!”

[⚔️Tasty?]

[⚔️LOL our room master suits this well]

[⚔️Always good to see you eating well LOL]

Next up, the soybean paste stew.

I scooped up a big spoonful, and a pretty red pepper and soft tofu came with it.

“Phew, phew.”

Slurp—

“Wow, it’s really good. Baekseol, wanna try?”

I dipped my finger in the stew and gave her a taste. She licked it right up.

“Yay!”

Seeing her wiggle her butt, it must suit her taste.

As I continued eating with Baekseol, I noticed some rough-looking people approaching the shop outside.

The guy looking around started talking to the big guy sprawled on the floor, then sat down next to him.

He must have lived by his pride, but that scene must have been quite shocking.

In his mind, my existence is probably being exaggerated even now.

“Ah, I’m full.”

“Full.”

Baekseol, having finished eating, lay down with her round belly showing.

“Did you eat a lot?”

“Yep!”

I patted Baekseol’s belly; she won’t starve anywhere.

“Since we’re done, let’s go.”

As I was getting ready to carry Baekseol and leave, the staff came over.

“Oh, you’re done already? I brought dessert, what should we do?”

“Huh? I didn’t order that.”

“It’s on the house.”

Just as I was about to stand up, they handed me a bowl of sikhye (sweet rice drink) with grains floating in it.

“Thank you.”

“Enjoy.”

The staff nodded their head.

Bowing down, he disappears.

“Wow, look at the thin ice.”

[⚔️Damn, that’s crazy]

[⚔️I really want some sikhye (sweet rice drink)]

“Baekseol, do you want some too?”

“I’m full.”

Baekseol, who had been lying on the palm, stuck out her round belly as if showing off.

“She says she’s full.”

As I brought the cup to my mouth, a chill brushed past the tip of my nose.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

“Ugh.”

[⚔️Ajosshi (old man)]

[⚔️LOLOLOLOLOL]

“Thank you for the meal.”

After finishing dessert and heading outside, the big guys were all groaning in pain.

There were easily over thirty of them, and it was a miracle the police hadn’t shown up yet.

As I walked over to the Arirang Group’s captain, he lifted his head, sensing my presence.

“This is my turf.”

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Ugh, get up.”

Only then did the big guys dust themselves off and stand up.

They just stared at me with fear-filled faces, having nothing else to say.

“Do you know Instructor Kang?”

He shook his head awkwardly.

“He was the guy running the loan sharking here. I sent him away.”

“We’ll leave too.”

“Who said you could?”

The big guys flinched in unison.

“Hmm, you guys manage this place.”

“…Why?”

My words must’ve sounded out of nowhere.

“Better to have familiar faces than random troublemakers causing chaos.”

“We just want to leave.”

“You wanna take the highway to hell?”

“We’ll manage it thoroughly. We’re pros in this business.”

“Just do what you usually do—sell drinks, handle drunkards, and don’t mess with merchants or pedestrians. You’ll regret it if you do.”

The Arirang Group boss nodded reluctantly.

“Is this place not good?”

At my words, the boss looked around, stroking his chin, and after a long thought, nodded again.

“The business district is good.”

“Then settle here.”

Even though he said the business district was good, he didn’t seem too thrilled.

“Why, though?”

“Are you really okay with this?”

He must’ve been really shocked.

For a moment, I must’ve looked like some monster straight out of a movie to them, with my sudden, intimidating presence.

“This place is important to me, so it’d be nice if you guys protected it.”

“Is that so?”

“And if you guys are in danger, I’ll protect you.”

The boss’s eyes widened in surprise, and he seemed to ponder something.

Finally making a decision, he slowly bowed his head.

Seeing that, the subordinates behind him also bowed deeply.

“Ugh, stop this nonsense, you brats.”

It’s so childish, I can’t even watch.

These guys still operate on the logic of brute force, even in this day and age.

The kind of people society points fingers at, calling them the scum of the earth.

They’re just like my viewers.

Pointlessly romantic brats.

Even romance couldn’t withstand the test of time, becoming something outdated and cheesy.

But that cheesiness isn’t all that bad.

“What’s your name?”

“Kim Man-wook.”

His tone had changed in an instant.

Looking closely at his face, he seemed to be in his mid to late thirties at most.

Being the head of a massive organization at such a young age means he has abilities beyond just being competent.

Though, being competent in a bad way is a problem.

“Quit the drugs.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He responds as well as any rabbit.

If it were that easy, everyone in the world would have quit by now.

[⚔️What’s going on?]

[⚔️Was Ga-eul the boss?]

[⚔️????]

“Did you bring the car?”

“It’s over there.”

─Smack!

“Ugh.”

“You punk, vehicles are prohibited here.”

The guy, old enough to know better, pouts as if he’s been wronged.

“Your eyes look impure. Manage them before I pluck them out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rubbing his forehead where he got flicked, he guides us to the vehicle.

Click.

“Please get in, ma’am.”

As I climb into the back seat, I notice the chat window where viewers are noisily chatting away.

“Guys, I’ll turn it on in a bit. Close your eyes for a moment.”

[⚔️No, damn it, I ordered chicken]

[⚔️Professor, I can’t keep up with the pace, is this a setup or real?]

[⚔️LOL, whatever it is, it’s hilarious]

[⚔️It’s just getting interesting, why!]

Ignoring the viewers’ protests, I turn off the sound and video feed.

Click.

“Yes, miss.”

“Albert, how is drug addiction treatment usually conducted?”

“It depends on the drug, but typically, detox agents are used.”

“Is that easy to get?”

“In my hometown, drug detox agents are available even without a prescription.”

“Ah, then…”

“Miss.”

Albert, who always listens to the end before responding, interrupts.

“Detox agents are meaningless to drug addicts. Their emotions are already dulled, if not crushed, by the drugs. Detox agents only alleviate the physical pain caused by withdrawal.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Drugs forcibly elevate calm emotions into sharp peaks, which then turn into pleasure. Afterward, those sharp emotions wear down, and addicts need more of the drug to achieve the same high. That’s how they become addicted. For them, the pain relief from detox agents is meaningless.”

Seeing Albert passionately express his emotions, it seems he has strong feelings about drugs.

Meanwhile, Kim Man-wook gets into the seat beside me.

“I understand. Thank you for the information.”

“Yes, miss.”

Click.

With only the two of us in the car, a quiet air fills the space.

“Man-wook.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Here, take this.”

“Gasp!”

In front of Man-wook, I open a space and pull out a handgun and bullets.

Man-wook’s eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out.

Ironically, Kim Man-wook is the first person to truly grasp my abilities right before his eyes.

Except for the rabbit.

“Ghost, ghost…!”

—Thwack!

“Gasp!”

“So, a pink-haired, soft-looking woman doing sword work is normal? You should’ve known better.”

“Ah, no, but still…”

His mouth is hanging open so wide it looks like drool might spill out.

He’s really not playing around with his appearance.

“Take it quickly.”

“Ah, yes!”

“Since it’s something like a superpower, just ignore it.”

“Yesss…”

Man-wook keeps alternating his gaze between the handgun he received and my face, then finally nods.

I hear him muttering to himself, “So it’s real after all.”

They say humans are adaptable animals, but Man-wook in front of me seemed to have given up on thinking.

“Uh… sis.”

“What.”

He cautiously calls me over, as if he wants to say something.

“The VIP customers are asking for a lot of drugs.”

“Damn it, shove flour up their noses. Then they won’t ask.”

“Yep.”

He answers briefly as if it’s no big deal, fiddling with the handgun I handed him.

Come to think of it, the club’s name was Capone.

It seems like I’ve given the perfect gift to Man-wook, who seems to love mafia stuff.

“And, Man-wook.”

“Yes, sis.”

“You know how hard it is to quit drugs, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Do you have any money?”

Hearing my words, Man-wook starts stroking his chin, deep in thought.

“What percentage would the tribute be?”

“Ugh.”

I thought he was thinking about something, but the answer he came up with is ridiculous.

Ding!

Still, checking the window that popped up in front of me, it seemed like that would be enough.

***

“Peach deity recruitment in progress♡”