[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 149

“Ahhh!”

Baekseol, who had been sleeping in my arms, started to squirm. Thanks to that, I woke up and felt a presence outside.

“Nella.”

“Yes.”

“Ugh, geez, you scared me.”

Nella, who had been sleeping, answered in seconds and then shot up like a ghost.

Even though she had just woken up, she was wide-eyed, as if fully charged with tension.

Guess her being a former soldier wasn’t just talk.

“Let’s go.”

As we stepped outside the makeshift hut Nella had built, a crowd of people had gathered.

One of them was clutching their ankle and had collapsed. Blood was seeping through the fingers gripping their ankle.

On a deserted island, it’s not just poisonous mushrooms and plants you have to fear.

Even a small wound can turn into a big problem thanks to the humid and hot weather.

“Why’d you come?”

“Damn it!”

The injured participant, fuming with anger, swung a knife in the air.

“What are you gonna do waving that around? I asked why you came!”

“Give it to me!”

“Give what? Your lifeline?”

[LOLOLOLOLOL]

[I went to bed early, why’s there chaos in the middle of the night again?]

[LOL, is the room master on 24/7 combat mode?]

“Give me the food!”

The injured participant swung the knife toward the fish hanging from the rack Nella had made.

In this weather, preserving food is impossible, so we had smoked the fish over leftover embers to at least keep the bugs away.

Fish is pretty much the only decent food on this deserted island, and even that doesn’t last more than a day. No wonder the other participants are going crazy.

Who knows if the smoked fish will even last in this damp weather.

“Look at your wound.”

“W-what nonsense! Give me the fish!”

“No, I said look at your wound!”

The participant, who had been wildly swinging the knife, finally looked down at their ankle.

“…Huh?”

“See how blue it is? That’s pufferfish poison.”

“Huh…? Huh…? Huh?”

Not only was their ankle turning blue, but their face was also paling.

“At least it’s just your ankle, so it’ll take some time to reach your heart.”

“Huh… Ugh…”

As if they’d lost their mind, they trembled and kept touching the wound.

“P-please… save me…”

After a while of fumbling with the wound, they looked up, their face drenched in tears.

“Ugh, kid. I can’t stand to see you like this. If you wanna live, shoot.”

“…Shoot what?”

“It’s in your pocket. I said shoot if you wanna live!”

“…Ah!”

The participant, who had been rolling their eyes in thought, suddenly switched from despair to joy.

“Ah, no.”

Their trembling hands couldn’t hold it steady, and they dropped what they pulled from their pocket. Frantically, they picked up the flare gun from the ground.

—Ping!

With a sharp sound, the flare gun fired, lighting up a dark corner of the deserted island.

“Quick, quick!!”

Not long after the flare went off, the rescue team rushed in.

They must’ve been waiting nearby since the participants had been firing flare guns non-stop after the rules were lifted.

“Bye.”

Even as they were carried away on a stretcher, their face still a mess of tears and snot.

It seems like I’m laughing out of relief.

When the injured participant disappeared, an awkward silence fell among the group that had gathered.

“Are you guys coming in too? I’ve got a lot set up inside.”

“…You crazy murderer.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

[LOL, what a lunatic]

[Insults like that don’t work on a room master hardened by livestreams]

[What’s going on?]

Then, Nella, who was next to me, handed over a smoked fish she had been holding.

“Sniff sniff. Ga-eul, it’s still fresh.”

“Oh.”

I took a big bite, and the large chunk of fish flesh crumbled in my mouth.

It didn’t smell great because we burned weeds, but the smoking process had gotten rid of the fishy smell.

“Hmm, it’s kinda tasty.”

The throats of the participants watching us gulped loudly.

Gulp.

[Wow, the room master’s eating well]

[I already had dinner, but now I’m craving a late-night snack. What time is it where the room master is?]

[If it’s the Pacific side, probably a 3-4 hour difference?]

[The room master’s living in the future compared to us]

After grumbling and showering compliments for a while, the participants eventually left.

“Ga-eul, is it really poisonous?”

“It’s just seaweed paste that Baekseol left behind, right?”

“Haha.”

Nella’s tense face gradually relaxed, as if she had been worried it might actually kill someone.

—Sizzle, sizzle.

“Whew— Wanna smoke?”

“I still have some left.”

Nella, who refused the offered cigarette, rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a pack.

“Whew— It’s too hot to sleep.”

“Our Pposiraegi is sleeping just fine, though.”

Baekseol, who had been sleeping in my arms, perked up her ears as if she knew she was being talked about.

“Ugh, now I have to brush my teeth again.”

***

When I stepped outside the shabby hut, a loud thumping sound echoed.

—Sizzle.

“Whew— What’s that noise?”

[Is that music?]

[Why is there music playing on a deserted island?]

“Ga-eul…”

“Are you awake?”

Nella stumbled over with a dazed look on her face.

The dawn visitor brought a heatwave, and the flare gun kept going off every second.

I could understand Nella’s suffering—she was overheating, and her eyes and ears were under siege.

Thud.

“Oof!”

“Why is the Russian warrior so weak?”

Nella pouted while rubbing her side where I poked her.

Seeing that, I handed her a cigarette, and a faint smile spread across her face.

—Sizzle, sizzle.

“Whew— Thanks, friend.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Nella and I smoked while walking toward the source of the noise.

As we walked, we saw a large speaker thumping loudly at the spot where we first set foot on the deserted island.

“What the hell is this so early in the morning?”

“Ga-eul, watch your language. It’s a waste of your pretty face.”

“Ugh, screw this.”

[LOLOLOLOL]

[It’s already morning there? It’s still dawn here]

“My babies, come quickly.”

As time passed, the scattered participants started gathering.

They looked just as rough, if not worse, than Nella.

Seems like everyone managed to survive the day somehow.

“Whew—”

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, the flow of participants finally seemed to stop.

And with that…

The speaker that had been making noise in the poem also fell silent.

Someone slowly climbed onto the temporary podium installed next to the speaker.

【Ah, ah】

Dressed in a sweltering black suit and a mask covering the entire face, the outfit doesn’t match the deserted island at all, as if they came straight from a party.

【Hello, participants. I am Game Master B.】

After finishing the greeting, the so-called Game Master fiddled with the device on their wrist and then made an exaggerated gesture of surprise.

【Oh no! It seems a large number of participants were eliminated last night!】

“Bullsh*t.”

“Ga-eul…”

[LOLOLOLOLOL]

[Is that haze on the screen? Is it really morning weather?]

“Yeah. It’s been like this since morning.”

Beep!

While answering the viewers and operating the device, a number appeared.

< 709 >

The flares that had been ringing every second until morning must have been the number of eliminated participants.

As the Game Master said, something happened last night, and 300 people were gone.

As time goes on, only the elites will remain.

Struggling with abilities that make it hard to survive even a day will only bring physical suffering, so maybe getting eliminated quickly is a good solution.

【As I informed you yesterday, we will hold a small game. Participants who achieve good results will receive advantages, so please keep that in mind.】

As he continued speaking, staff members were carrying a large box.

【It’s a light game, so please participate with a light heart.】

A staff member handed a round object onto the podium.

The self-proclaimed Game Master took it and held it out for us to see clearly.

【The game is Water Balloon Survival. Please read the detailed rules provided by the staff.】

This is a very bizarre situation.

A beautiful deserted island, an unglamorous survival game, a man in an ill-fitting suit, and water balloon survival.

If they were trying to create a bizarre situation, I’d give them a round of applause.

The participants can’t even take care of themselves right now.

“Participant number 666. Please hand over your existing knife, and we’ll replace it with a game knife.”

“Ah, okay.”

After handing over the knife to the staff, they gave me the non-woven bag I received on the first day.

Inside was a piece of paper the Game Master mentioned.

───

[Water Balloon Survival]

The provided water balloons and rubber knife blades contain special ink.

You can eliminate participants by hitting them with water balloons or using the game knife.

Only the provided items can be used in the game, and you can refill water balloons at designated points.

The special ink cannot be washed off with water, and the game continues until the last person is selected.

Violating the following rules will result in elimination.

1. Using items other than those provided.

2. Being unable to continue the game.

3. Leaving designated areas.

..

..

───

“Hmm.”

“Ga-eul, what do you think?”

As I was reading the long list of rules, Nella next to me sparkled her eyes.

She must think I’m a jack-of-all-trades.

“It seems like it’s going to be a long game.”

“Why? You get 1 point for each person you eliminate. We should take down as many as possible.”

“If points are better than money, then sure. There are seven hundred participants. Managing stamina is the most important.”

【The final winner will receive one hundred points, which can be exchanged for useful items.】

“Look at that. You don’t even have to push yourself too hard. Just hide and win.”

“Is that so?”

Nella tilted her head in a way that didn’t match her muscular build.

“This seems more like a political game than a water balloon game.”

“Haha, maybe.”

No matter how I looked at it, the game rules didn’t say anything about not forming teams.

“But then, it wouldn’t be fun, right?”

The problem is, I’m terrible at throwing things.

If it were a grenade, I could’ve just tossed it somewhere nearby, but with water balloons, accuracy is key.

*Ding!*

──

[Throwing]

You’ve become good at throwing.

[Price: 10 million won]

───

The reason I didn’t invest in skills was a small fear of my body becoming less and less human.

It was also a small flaw I left to avoid becoming overconfident, and paradoxically, a scar to prove I’m still human.

But money is more important.

“I am the slave of money.”

Nella gave me a puzzled look, as if wondering what I was talking about.

*Ding!*

───

[Throwing Lv.1]

◎Throwing

Accuracy correction for throwing actions

Skill level increases with each purchase

[Price: 20 million won]

───

The skill description, which was annoyingly unclear, changed a bit.

─Click, click.

“Phew─”

Nella, sitting next to me, put a cigarette in my mouth and handed me a light.

“Let’s go cause some chaos.”

“Haha, let’s go, friend.”

As Nella and I walked with cigarettes in our mouths, eyes turned toward us from all directions.

While walking, I clicked my fingers just in case something unexpected happened.

*Ding!*

───

[Throwing Lv.2]

◎Throwing

Accuracy correction for throwing actions

◎Thrower

Can throw with more strength than you possess, but accuracy drops sharply

[Price: 40 million won]

───

“This is ridiculous.”

The ultimate chaotic duo is here.

***

“My legs are sore… Carry me♡”