[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 304

Through the toxic black smoke, bright red flames rise up.

The narrow streets of the one-room apartment village are already tight, and with cars parked in a row, it looks hard to get through.

Still, the firefighters are putting all their strength into extinguishing the fire.

“Hurry!”

Because of the illegal parking, the fire truck can’t get through, so they pull out a long hose and run.

“Connect!”

“Water on!”

Firefighting water sprays out from the nozzle the firefighter is holding.

Seeing it in person, it feels like a battlefield.

I thought firefighters would be heavily armored and jump into the flames, but seeing it up close, that’s not the case.

They move with just a respirator, a helmet, heat-resistant gear, and a radio.

As the fire drags on past 30 minutes, the firefighters are getting worn out.

Wearing heavy fireproof gear and moving so breathlessly, it seems like they’re hitting their physical limits.

“Turn up the pressure!”

Still, they keep moving.

That’s why they’re the heroes of the battlefield.

“The bow is a weapon to save lives, the arrow is a weapon to take lives. In the end, it all comes down to mindset.”

—Click, click.

“Whew— Guess killing everything isn’t the solution.”

[⚔️Dorn-nyeon]

[⚔️LOLOLOLOL]

“Still, it’s not something I can do. Too hard, right?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s great!”

Even while watching the fire, the two of them don’t seem too interested.

Danpung has probably seen big fires in nature, and Baekseol grew up watching her dad, so it makes sense they’re not impressed.

As the fire gradually gets under control, they’re chatting away when I feel someone approaching from behind.

“Nuna.”

I turn around and see a familiar face.

[⚔️The gangster actor’s here]

[⚔️Show us your face too]

“Dong-gwang, what brings you here?”

“I came to see the kids, but it got noisy, so I checked it out.”

As the second-in-command of Man-wook’s family, it seems like he’s gotten close to the kids who were about to start trouble.

“Take this and share it.”

“What’s this?”

He opens the shopping bag I handed him and nods right away.

“Dong-gwang, the firefighters are struggling because of the parked cars here.”

“I’ll call the guys to push them out.”

“Try to handle it nicely.”

“Yes, Nuna.”

“And also…”

Even in this chaos, I can still see the firefighters running around breathlessly.

The fireproof gear, which should be neatly pressed to block the flames, is wrinkled from being washed so many times.

“Tell Man-wook to contact a foreign firefighting equipment company for me.”

“Is it because of them?”

“Yeah. If they hadn’t put out the fire, our house could’ve burned down too.”

The building right next to the rooftop room caught fire, but thanks to the firefighters, it’s fine.

“In our line of work, it’s etiquette to return what we’ve received.”

Dong-gwang’s eyes gleam intensely.

It doesn’t seem like he’s only planning to return good things.

“Of course.”

“Understood.”

“Yeah, be careful. I put some alcohol in there too, so drink in moderation.”

“Thank you, Nuna.”

Ahn Dong-gwang bows his head and walks away.

Meanwhile, the raging fire is slowly dying down.

Ah, heroes indeed.

***

“Yes, then I’ll send a representative.”

– Yes, please do that.

“Alright, take care.”

*Click.*

[⚔️Is it the PD from Ache?]

[⚔️Looks like they’re coming soon]

“Yeah, it’s about the contract.”

As I put away my phone and open the rooftop room’s iron door, the fluffballs rush in first.

Our cozy nest almost burned down, but it’s still standing.

The fact is just horrifying.

“It smells like smoke here too.”

[⚔️The building next door caught fire, so what can you do?]

[⚔️Since it’s a rooftop room, it feels like it could fly away with the wind.]

“Yeah, that’s true.”

The two followed the path they took earlier using the pet door and saw Baekseol and Danpung sitting inside the room.

Both were settled on hammocks installed on the wall.

It feels satisfying that they’re using it well.

“Is the hammock comfy?”

“Nice!”

“It’s great!”

As I passed by the hammock, Danpung’s tail brushed against my cheek.

A small touch, but it conveyed so much.

Relief.

Playfulness.

Joy.

Peace.

And even happiness.

“This little one.”

“Pit!”

When I gently scratched Danpung’s neck, it stretched out its body.

This place is an environment where everything is new for Danpung.

Yet, it feels like it’s adapting more and more each day.

“Today feels so long.”

[⚔️It’s because you came back and immediately got caught up in the fire chaos lol]

[⚔️Let’s do a lying-down broadcast ㄱㄱ]

“Can I do a lying-down broadcast?”

[⚔️Your visuals are working hard, so it’s fine]

[⚔️For real lol]

I’ve never done a lying-down broadcast before, so it feels a bit awkward.

“Then I’ll just lie down for a bit.”

As I threw myself onto the cozy bed, I felt comfort but also something strange near my head.

*Clatter.*

“What’s this?”

I turned over and moved the pillow, only to find a bunch of stuff underneath.

A neatly arranged pile of flowers, a handful of acorns, and even sunflower seeds.

“Hmm… Danpung?”

“Pit?”

At my call, Danpung slid down from the hammock and climbed onto the bed.

“Why is this here?”

“Pii- Pit-”

It started explaining enthusiastically, waving its short arms.

“Uh-huh.”

“Pit Pii-”

“Did you gather these for winter before autumn ends?”

“Pit!”

[⚔️LOLOLOLOL so cute]

[⚔️Looks like it’s storing food lol]

For Danpung, the place where it sleeps is also the safest place.

So it seems like it gathered these here, treating it as its nest.

“What about the flowers?”

“Food!”

The answer came from elsewhere.

Baekseol had followed Danpung and was now by the head of the bed.

“Baekseol, is this your food?”

“Yeah!”

It seems like they instinctively know that the harsh winter season is coming.

“I’ll put a basket here, so gather them in it.”

“Okay!”

“Pit!”

I placed a basket on the bedside table, and the two started moving their stuff into it.

I wondered what they were up to during the broadcast—turns out they were on an adventure.

“Guys, I’m really going to turn on the broadcast and rest, okay?”

[⚔️Sure]

[⚔️Take a break]

“Alright. I’ll rest for a bit, call me later.”

As I took off my pants, a sense of freedom washed over me.

[⚔️CRAZY GIRL!!!]

[⚔️AHHHHH!!]

“Ah, so comfy.”

[⚔️CRAZY GIRL CRAZY GIRL CRAZY GIRL!!!]

The chat went wild, even lagging at one point.

These guys are definitely fun to tease.

“I’ll rest until I go work out in the evening. You guys rest well too.”

***

Every time an incident happens…

Producer Jo Gyu-tae, who has been skillfully managing crises and leading a sports festival-themed program.

He took over a dying program from his senior and has been working hard to revive it.

He has tried every possible method.

He changed the program to a seasonal format and even made small changes to the name to bring about a transformation.

Despite opposition, he pushed for live broadcasts to convey the vividness of sports.

His argument that “where in the world is there a pre-recorded sports festival?” made some sense.

Thanks to his efforts, the program became a national hit, earning the nickname “K-World Cup,” but Producer Jo Gyu-tae, being who he is, didn’t rest on his laurels.

That’s why he was confident this time too.

“Please do a good job with the commentary.”

“Of course.”

The commentator, reading the script in front of him, glanced at Producer Jo Gyu-tae.

“Producer, the hidden card this time is insane? I read it earlier, but even now, I can’t believe it. Lim Yoo-joon in a variety show…?”

A faint smile crept onto Producer Jo Gyu-tae’s face as he listened to the commentator.

“There are two.”

“Huh?”

“There are two hidden cards.”

The commentator, hearing this, flipped through the script again.

Despite having read it multiple times, the script was crumpled, but he had never seen the second hidden card Producer Jo mentioned.

“The only new face is Serenade, who just debuted, right?”

“There’s also Han Ga-eul.”

“Han Ga-eul? The incredibly beautiful one who won that mysterious deserted island survival show while doing internet broadcasts?”

“Yes, the same Han Ga-eul who punched a city councilor who came to greet her.”

The commentary room fell silent for a moment.

“…Producer, you know this is live, right? Not pre-recorded.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Every year, the fandoms cause a stir, but is this really okay? That person with the gun…”

The commentator couldn’t finish his sentence, but Producer Jo Gyu-tae knew what he was going to say.

“You mean the one who ‘accidentally’ shot a robber in the left and right instep with a revolver?”

‘As if it was an accident.’

The commentator couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud and just stared at Producer Jo Gyu-tae.

While things are gradually improving, internet broadcasts are still seen as an underground realm by the general public.

“You know Lucky, right? The charm of good luck.”

“Yeah, well…”

The commentator, baffled by Producer Jo’s sudden remark, just stared with a speechless expression.

“That’s what she is. A totem of luck, a charm of luck, a goddess of luck, if you will.”

“That person?”

“Yes. Thanks to Han Ga-eul, we even managed to recruit Lim Yoo-joon this time. In a way, she’s harder to move than Lim Yoo-joon.”

Lim Yoo-joon, who became a national singer at a young age with his warm looks and incredible singing ability, was famously reluctant to appear on variety shows to avoid overexposure.

But when they subtly mentioned Han Ga-eul’s name while asking him to appear, he immediately agreed.

That alone was more than enough.

“Even so…”

The commentator flipped through the script again.

But no matter how much he looked, Han Ga-eul’s name wasn’t there.

“There were a lot of people opposed to it.”

“Still, hiding it from me? What am I supposed to do?”

“That’s why I’m telling you now.”

“…”

“It’s fine. When you see her in person, she’s incredibly dazzling. It’s almost strange how she’s been buried all this time.”

***

“Mom, the sports festival is starting, come quick!”

A woman, having just finished washing the dishes, shook the water off her hands upon hearing her daughter’s voice from the living room.

“They’re doing it on their own…”

“What’s so funny about giggling?”

“Lim Yoo-joon is here too?”

“Really?”

Hearing her daughter’s words, the woman hurriedly approached the sofa and plopped down on the floor.

“Mom, you don’t sit in front of the sofa, you sit on it. Is this how you use a K-sofa?”

“Enough already, just order some chicken.”

“I ordered it an hour ago. It’s probably delayed because of the A-Che Festival, so it might take a while.”

[Ruby Team’s Yang Jin-hee performed exceptionally well in archery last time, didn’t she? We have high expectations for her this time too.]

The mother and daughter, who had been chatting like friends, turned their attention to the TV.

There, the camera was zooming in on each participant one by one, introducing them.

[Park Jin-ho, the caster, there’s a very unique participant this time, right?]

[Ah, yes. I’ve only heard about it, but ah! The camera just caught them.]

[Wow…]

“Oh…”

At that moment, a loud sound came from the thigh of the man sitting next to the daughter.

*Slap!*

“Ah!”

“This guy?”

“Ah, what’s wrong with you?”

“Wipe your mouth!!”

“Ahem.”

Even amidst this, the daughter remained focused on the TV.

The broadcast screen, which had stayed fixed on one participant longer than the others, shifted to the audience.

[Han Ga-eul’s cheer squad looks quite colorful, doesn’t it?]

[Yes. It says ‘Market Merchants Association’ under the cheer banner. It seems they came from the market.]

[And…]

The screen moved again, showing short-haired men and men in black suits.

Their faces were full of tattoos and scars, making you wonder what kind of lives they’ve lived.

[That’s… quite colorful.]

[Haha… It says here that this participant’s unique point is that she’s participating with her friends.]

The screen quickly switched again, showing a girl with shiny pink hair, a rabbit, and a squirrel.

[A rabbit and a squirrel…? How is the rabbit sitting on her shoulder?]

(Whoaaa!!!)

(Go, our young lady!!)

[Ah, the passionate cheers from the merchants! It’s hot, so hot!]

(Go, sister!!)

(Kill them all, sister!)

[The cheers are… intense…]

[Yes…]

“Wow, what does that person eat to look like that? Like a doll…”

“Hmm.”

At the daughter’s words, the man unknowingly nodded his head.

*Slap!*

“Ah!”

[In the live chat, there are messages from what seem to be fans of Han Ga-eul.]

[Please, just keep your mouth shut, please.]

[We beg you, please don’t let our room master open their mouth.]

[Haha, the fans are quite unique too.]