Chapter 67

[Concept Post: Shivering Front Region Legend.jpg]

(Winter-hibernating bear meme)

Went out hunting and found a bear

But it’s dead, probably because it’s freaking cold, lol

I feel like I might freeze to death too, so I can’t ask questions.

[Recommended 5123] [Not Recommended 102]

– Hahaha legendary weather

– No way this can actually be happening

– Don’t be ridiculous, how does a bear freeze to death during hibernation?

– LuckyVik, right? This is crazy good

N: Seriously, a little smell doesn’t matter?

N: It’s packed with protein, why aren’t you taking it just because it’s cold?

N: Poster) 100 million mana pills

N: ??

N: Poster) If you don’t freeze to death here and collect all the bear meat, I’ll give you 100 million mana pills, you scumbag.

N: Woah;

N: D: sry;

N: Fact) If a Front resident says it’s cold, to a normal person it’s at least frostbite level.

Adrian has a great geographical advantage.

There are four seasons, so various flora and fauna thrive, making food abundant,

And in war, regardless of the weather, it has a decent benefit.

– Weather sucks

– It’s so freaking cold, haha

– Damn, it’s freezing as hell

– Seasonal special: Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter

Except in the northern regions of Adrian.

“So that place got even colder?”

It was already a cold place getting even colder.

The rifts in the Northern Territories had started to simultaneously leak cold air.

“It’s definitely like a wave as Pa-ttak said…”

This type of attack was new to me.

Rifts always spewed out variant monsters at certain times.

I watched the situation in Fron beyond the Gallery, lost in thought.

Somehow, it felt like the frequency and intensity of the rift attacks were increasing.

*

[Title: God.jpg]

(Meme of a raised finger in front of a rift)

Damn it

– Damn, another rift… all I can do is swear

– (Rift kills Elf Con)

– (Cat farmer, wailing Con)

“How can it keep getting colder?”

It’s only getting worse as time goes by.

This feels like the rising cost of living.

Now it was getting to the point where you couldn’t go outside in anything less than thick layers of clothing.

At least it’s fortunate that it doesn’t come with strong winds?

In the face of the sudden cold, the northern residents were finding their own ways to cope.

– Sharing tips on how to layer three blankets

– Sharing hot fire tips

– What’s for lunch today?

– Using magic to create warmth is the best, right?

Among them, the most effective method was, of course, magic.

Asking a magician to forcibly maintain warmth within one’s body.

But this method had a fatal flaw.

[Title: Ah, lol]

(Meme of an old man shouting with blood vessels popping)

That old man has been shouting all this time asking for warmth, claiming to be ignored as a commoner;

Even when I explained that the mana ran out, he still said that.

Come on, if whining like that could help, wouldn’t every neighborhood magician have the same complaint?????

– Haha, even the holy magician can’t do anything now

– This has increased their workload, let’s have a drink~

– Tsk; you’re young, if asked you should just do it

N: Damn brat and your attitude

N: Poster) Does mana come from ancestors?

N: Poster) Aren’t you that old man just now?

The mana depletion was serious.

Especially as the historical trend had focused solely on developing offensive magic, there was little expertise in practical magic.

Naturally, magic to maintain warmth was also unfamiliar, and effective use of magic was impossible.

Moreover, that small amount of magic was monopolized by the refined nobles in the city.

“Why is it that despite having a reservation, it’s not possible?”

“The Count called for you. I also value my neck, I’d better go now.”

All the somewhat famous magicians in the town were summoned to the mansion to monopolize warmth.

This led to a natural decline in public sentiment.

During the Adrian incident, I was forcibly conscripted by the duke to take on the Head of the Gallery, and now?

Are they really more worried about their own safety than resolving the crisis?

– Hmm… Sounds like a revolution brewing?

– What’s that… sounds like a revolution brewing!

Internally, rifts were happening, and externally, defenses against monster invasions were thinning.

Just as Adrian started to walk down the path of ruin.

“Now’s the time!”

[New items have arrived!]

[Hot Pack 160g (for extreme cold) 100 units] – 70 mana

I scattered the new stock as if I had been waiting for this moment.

*

The cold from the rifts was gradually becoming serious.

Residents of the Northern Fron could hardly step outside.

But is it warm inside the house?

– Damn, my wooden house is freezing

– What’s wrong? It’s cold inside too;

– Am I slowly dying? I’m genuinely scared

Inside the house wasn’t much different.

It’s just a matter of being either extremely cold or less cold.

The hunters of the North, deprived of even their meals, were trembling in the cold.

“Hot pack?”

A new marketplace item dropped for the shivering residents under the covers.

[Use with caution of burns.]

A surreal red warning appeared alongside a warm hot pack.

It was small and squishy enough to hold in one hand.

Of course, when first unwrapped, it was nothing but a cold piece of cloth.

“But does this actually get warm?”

A normal person would have laughed in disbelief.

There’s no way a thing can get hot on its own, right?

– Seriously? Shaking it makes it so hot it causes burns?

– LOL, that’s some serious delusion

Let alone being treated as a crazy person was better than nothing.

After all, even the magicians were struggling to instill warmth one by one.

But with the label of a product from Head of the Gallery, things changed.

[Title: LOL, Glory Wound]

(Meme of a frayed ankle)

It’s so hot, haha

– You idiot

– Haha, I’m sure what happened without even seeing it

– Ah lol, it’s so warm

– Thought I was going to freeze to death, this is true happiness.

N: Poster) 100% agree, even with burns, laughing from happiness, haha

[Title: It gets hot when shaken? LOL, how does that even work?]

(Meme of someone roasting crab)

That winter crab is all dead

Somehow creating enough warmth to cause burns with just a few shakes, that Head of the Gallery GOAT…

We must worship this eternally.

– Hahaha, can this guy drift well

– But it really is amazing

N: Seriously, I also wondered if this was real when I shook it for the first time, but seeing the heat rise was so freaking awesome

N: (Duration 12 hours)

N: (Frog Con standing up while crying)

– I came charged with a thousand curses, but ah haha

N: Can’t I just write a little if I’m a bit disappointed?

N: Poster) Hold on

If left like this, it felt like someone would genuinely freeze to death.

So I put the hot pack on the marketplace.

As expected, the hot pack sold like crazy, and each registration was selling out.

“But this still isn’t enough.”

I couldn’t rely on hot packs forever.

Hot packs were merely a form of artificial respiration.

As the Gallery was getting crazy over hot packs, I had already scoured the marketplace for useful items.

[Portable Generator] – 990p

[Radiator] – 100p

[Rotary Heater] – 550p

“The prices are a bit steep.”

But with these things prepared, I wouldn’t have to worry about freezing to death.

[Would you like to purchase?]

As I clicked the purchase button, boxes started flooding into the house.

“Now’s the perfect time to move.”

The space in the bunker was gradually diminishing.

With some points handy, moving would be nice, but sadly, it seemed I would have to postpone that.

[Manager Chat]

I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: Head of the Gallery, Head of the Gallery

Head of the Gallery*: Oh?

I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: My prediction was correct. I can feel variant monsters inside.

I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: That’s probably the cause of the cold air.

Monsters different from before had appeared.

I felt the necessity to buy weapons in advance.

[Weapons/Modern/Explosives]

[White Phosphorus Grenade] – 102p

[Heat Pressure Grenade] – 260p

…

“It wouldn’t hurt to prepare in advance.”

It’s something I would never have considered in the past, but things have changed now with the delivery feature.

Most importantly, it’s cheap.

I decided to buy a large quantity just in case.

*

In the early morning of a fierce snowstorm.

Several sturdy adult men had gathered in a house of Fron.

Among them, a bearded middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader smiled as he spoke.

“Everyone has gathered. Thank you. Now, let’s raise a glass.”

“Ohh, what is this…”

“It’s cinnamon tea. I heard it was sold at the Head of the Gallery Marketplace. Hehe.”

The life-saving cinnamon tea that warms the body had arrived with the deadly cold.

They burst hot packs beneath their coats to fight off the cold.

“Thanks to the Head of the Gallery, I feel like I’m still alive.”

“If we hadn’t had the marketplace, many would have died long ago.”

They warmly exchanged pleasantries.

But that didn’t last long, as it was time to bring up the purpose of the gathering.

With laughter fading, the man slowly calmed his breath and began.

“So, do you all know why we gathered?”

“How could we not know? It’s because of those noble nobles from the North.”

“Right, you’re exactly right.”

The moment everyone fell silent, the man slowly raised his head and glanced around.

Everyone gathered here had lived in Fron their whole lives.

And they were all commoners struggling to find an improvement in life.

“Like you said, we live thanks to the Head of the Gallery. Not because of those high lords over there.”

“That means…”

“Don’t you think something is wrong with our North?”

The Head of the Gallery, the marketplace, and the gallery were all there to hold up and lead their lives.

Yet, those nobles over there were busy stuffing their own pockets.

In that atmosphere, another member speaking little by little raised their head.

“So… are you suggesting a revolution?”

Revolution, an absolute taboo.

But no one was there to stop it.

The middle-aged man nodded at the suggestion, his expression stiff.

“A revolution? Yeah, a revolution is good. But just having a revolution won’t change anything.”

“Then what should we do?”

“We change the system.”

“!”

“Let’s abolish the hollow monarchy and class system, and return under the Head of the Gallery, as one.”

The man slowly stood up.

When everyone’s eyes were gathered, he whispered in front of the sole flame.

“We need to implement a new system that puts the country and the Head of the Gallery first.”

A divided Adrian.

Commoners dying in the Fron region.

On an unusually dark morning, the spark of revolution quietly began to ignite within a household.