[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 238

“Hey!”

I was proudly showing off my new robe to my grandfather and the goblins when someone suddenly called out to me sharply.

Turns out, it was the nameless goblin who had buried his head in the sand.

“What?”

“Aren’t you a goblin?”

“Yeah.”

Instead of answering, the nameless goblin gave me a weird, mysterious smile.

“Is that any way to talk to your senior? I became a goblin first, so show some respect.”

“Why is this idiot here?”

*Crack!*

I stretched my arms, and my joints made a satisfying pop.

“What, what is it?”

“Looks like you’ve wasted twenty years of your life up your butt.”

As I got closer to the nameless goblin, his face turned pale.

“Enough. It’s not right for family to divide themselves by strength. If you really want to fight, do it purely.”

Just as I was taking steps toward the nameless goblin, my grandfather’s firm voice cut in.

“Sorry.”

I turned back to my spot, and my grandfather nodded with a smile.

“If you want to fight, just say so. I don’t avoid battles I’ve walked into.”

“Hmph. Fine, I’ll let you know when I want to fight. I’m in training right now.”

From watching the wrestling goblin and the sword goblin, I could tell that goblins are all pretty aggressive.

Like, uncontrollably so.

“Whew—”

Thinking back on my grandfather’s words, the nameless goblin is still in his youth. By human standards, he’s like an elementary school kid.

Humans live fiercely in their short lives, so maybe their mental maturity is higher than other beings.

If I think about it that way, what am I even doing picking on a kid? It makes me feel like my mental age has dropped too.

“Senior, take care of me.”

“Huh? Sure. You take care of me too.”

I reached out my hand with a smile, and we shook hands.

He really is just a kid. I feel embarrassed.

Just a big kid.

“Senior, want me to make something tasty?”

“What kind…?”

*Boom! Boom—!!*

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted, and I quickly hugged Baekseol. The aftershock hit us a moment later.

“Hahaha! Wrestling! You’ve gotten rusty!”

“Rusty? More like your sword’s about to get tetanus!”

My vision flashed, and something pale kept attaching and detaching.

I couldn’t see what was going on, but from the voices, it was the sword goblin and the wrestling goblin.

“Baekseol, you okay?”

“Excited!”

Baekseol, who was in my arms, started kicking her feet.

“Seriously, this place is never quiet.”

“Hahaha, let them be. Boys grow by fighting.”

My grandfather’s eyes darted back and forth.

He must be watching the two goblins closely.

Even when I activated my left eye, all I got was eye strain. I couldn’t see a thing.

“Hey, mana!”

I shouted loudly, and the loud noise stopped. The two goblins came into view.

They were grabbing each other’s collars, staring at me.

“I’m going to make dinner now. If you kick up dust, I won’t be able to tell if it’s rice or dirt-covered potatoes. Fight later.”

“Hmph. Fine. If our youngest says so, I guess we have to stop.”

“You started it.”

The sword goblin’s sword, which was halfway into its sheath, came back out.

“Looks like you haven’t had enough of my blade.”

“I’ll twist your knee the other way.”

They started growling again.

“Wait, wait!”

I forced my way between them, grabbing their collars, and they finally separated.

“Hold on. I have a good idea.”

“A good idea?”

“Yeah. A good idea.”

When I pulled out various items, including a generator, from the space, the gathered goblins stared with curious eyes.

Just quickly set up what’s needed here, and it’s done.

“This is something called a computer.”

“Com-pu-ter?”

“Have you heard of it?”

“Looking at how shiny and smooth it is, it doesn’t seem like an ordinary item.”

After finishing the setup while the goblins murmured behind me, it looked completely out of place.

But there’s no helping it.

Progress and tradition always clash.

“Here, take a seat.”

At my words, the Sword Goblin and the Wrestling Goblin, who had been eyeing each other, came over and plopped down on the chairs.

“See this long cord with a round thing attached? Grab this and slowly sweep it across the floor.”

“The little thing here is following my movements.”

“Exactly. This is a plaything called a computer. Think of it as a finger that moves on behalf of the user.”

One thing I’ve always noticed is that all the strong people I’ve met so far have been incredibly smart.

The ways to develop strength may vary, but reaching the next level requires more than just an average mind.

As if to prove it, the two goblins are quickly adapting to this new object they’ve just encountered.

“Single-click, double-click quickly, and click-and-drag are the basic controls.”

“Hmm.”

Click, click, click.

Every time I finish explaining, the two goblins quickly grasp it.

“Double-click on this picture here.”

Click-click.

As the two goblins moved the mouse, the game started with a grand sound.

“This is a plaything that can substitute for fighting.”

“We can play with this?”

“Yep.”

Thanks to the connected LAN cable, the two goblins immediately jumped into the same game.

“This is a plaything where you gather limited resources to run a country.”

“Oho.”

“Use resources to expand your reign, recruit great soldiers, and push them into the battlefield to claim victory—a folk game…”

As I dragged out my words, the gazes of the gathered goblins focused on me.

I feel like my speech skills are improving day by day.

“Its name is Strategic Simulation Space War!”

“Gasp! Such a cruel game…!”

“Now!”

*BAM!!*

When I slammed the desk with my palm, the goblins’ eyes widened.

Gulp.

“From this moment on, you two goblins are kings and generals.”

“B-but such a game…”

“Gal! As they say, ‘The greatest harm in warfare is hesitation!’ A commander’s hesitation is the greatest poison on the battlefield!”

“How can this be!”

Is this the cruelty of modern civilization that humans have adapted to so casually? The two goblins’ eyes are trembling.

“Here, this is a mining slave. Send them to the Aoji Coal Mine.”

『SCV Good to Go Sir!』

The goblin who had been grumbling started focusing on the game in an instant.

Now, it’s about time to start cooking.

Arriving at the kitchen, I see a group of ladies gathered around the stove, chatting.

“Oh my, the youngest is here.”

“Hello. I’m here to cook.”

I bowed my head in greeting.

Let’s go, the ladies beckon us to come closer.

“Oh my, so pretty.”

“Hehe.”

Even though all I did was breathe, the compliments pour in.

Baekseol seems to want to greet them too, poking her head out and wiggling her front paws.

“Our Baekseol is here too.”

“I’m here!”

“Two pretty ones have arrived.”

“Yes!”

“Have some chestnuts.”

One of the ladies kindly peels a chestnut and puts it in mine and Baekseol’s mouths.

“It’s delicious.”

“It’s delicious!”

As I chew the chestnut, it releases a nutty sweetness, as if it’s brimming with nature.

It’s a taste that naturally lifts your mood.

“Can our youngest cook?”

“I can only cook the dishes from where I used to live.”

“Really? Should I teach you a bit then?”

“Wow! That would be great.”

As I nod in agreement, the gathered ladies all roll up their sleeves.

“You said you were going to prepare a feast? How big are you planning to make it?”

“Hmm… Is there a standard?”

“There are different levels like Jinyeon-sang, Jinchan-sang, Jinjak-sang, etc. Jinyeon-sang, for example, is only prepared for the village chief’s birthday or major village celebrations.”

It seems like the scale gets smaller as you go down the list.

“That seems too big. How about Jinchan-sang?”

“That sounds good.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than the ladies started bringing out various cooking tools and ingredients.

“Shall we start by steaming some rice cakes?”

“I love rice cakes! What kind are we making?”

“Let’s start with mugwort rice cakes, layered rice cakes, millet rice cakes, sesame rice cakes, chestnut rice cakes, persimmon rice cakes, white rice cakes, oak rice cakes, mung bean rice cakes, and cheongjeolpyeon.”

“……What?”

Even just hearing the list, I can’t keep track of how many there are.

“Goodness, you know how much the menfolk eat.”

“Exactly.”

“Choga, do you have any bean powder left?”

“Yes, Eonni. It’s in the sack over there.”

“Um… Is Jinchan-sang like a rice cake feast?”

Amidst the busyness, my voice slips in, and suddenly the ladies burst into hearty laughter.

“It’s Jinchan-sang, after all.”

“What is that? Isn’t it just a ranking of feast sizes?”

“Hmm. It’s enough for all the village goblins to eat for three days straight.”

“Gasp.”

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[Acquired Pine Nut Porridge Recipe]

[Acquired Spoiled Porridge Recipe]

[Acquired Five-Grain Tea Recipe]

[Acquired Jeonyueo Recipe]

[Acquired Fish Dumpling Recipe]

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“You can use pheasant or chicken meat.”

“Got it!”

“Once everything is stir-fried like this, you just need to drizzle the meat with the broth.”

Following the lady’s advice, each time I move the cooking tools, another dish is completed.

“Like this?”

“Our youngest is doing so well.”

Ding!

[Acquired Soojanggye Recipe]

“Ugh… I’m dying.”

The heat from the stove is making my vision blur.

“Hoho. This kid’s jokes are something else.”

“No… joke…”

It’s harder than training with Hercules.

It’s not just about making the food; setting it all up on the table is part of the feast.

Even masters of stacking sharp rocks would be impressed by this balancing act.

“Now we’re done. Youngest, can you take this and go call the village goblins?”

“Sure!”

As I step outside with the heavy tray the lady handed me, the cool air greets me warmly.

“Whew! So refreshing.”

“Cool!”

“Right?”

“Yes!”

Carrying the tray, I head to the village.

As I head towards the center, the noise starts to get louder.

“Kahaha! You primitive swordsmen, taste my rifle!”

The owner of the booming voice turns out to be a goblin I’m already familiar with.

‘Is that really something the Sword Goblin should be saying…?’

Following that, a desperate cry of despair echoes.

“No! My dual-sword warriors…!!”

“Hahaha! It’s like the Tang army all over again!”

Seems like the Sword Goblin is a step ahead in gaming skills.

Getting closer, I notice the Wrestling Goblin’s shoulders are slumped.

“Uncle Wrestler.”

“Ah… You cooked, huh? You’ve worked hard. Go ahead and eat.”

“That’s not it, lend me your ear for a sec.”

While the Sword Goblin is basking in victory, the Wrestling Goblin quietly leans in.

“Pick the monster race, and just send the four berserkers you get at the start to the coal mine.”

“Huh? But then we can’t make progress.”

“No, no. It’s called the 4-Aoji Coal Mine Dash Strategy.”

As the Wrestling Goblin keeps whispering, the Sword Goblin starts giving him a suspicious look.

“Finish that round and come eat.”

“Oh, alright!”

Passing by them, I walk a bit further and see an old man leaning against a big tree in the village center, smoking a cigarette.

“Grandpa, have your meal.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

“I did my best!”

“You could’ve just steamed some potatoes and it would’ve been delicious. Didn’t have to go all out.”

“It’s a special day, after all.”

As I set the table in front of Grandpa and chat with him, the goblins, with their keen sense of smell, start gathering without being called.

Among them, a group in flashy outfits naturally steps forward.

“Boss. I have a favor to ask. It’s a special day, after all.”

“Leave it to me, Village Chief.”

The goblin called Boss turns around and exchanges glances with his comrades.

“Let the Namsadang troupe play the festive music!”

As the leader, who seems to be in charge, strikes the gong to signal, the dazzling aerial rotations of the Pungmul Goblins begin.

“Let’s have a blast!”

“Eolssu!”

The spinning sangmo (ribbon hats) along with their movements naturally delight the eyes and ears.

“This is fun!”

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