[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 347

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on January 2, 2025

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After finishing the cake with Haetnim, we arrived at the location of the newly built building.

It’s much bigger than I thought.

Since Man-wook did most of the work, this is actually my first time seeing it.

“Big sis, you’re here?”

“Yeah. You worked hard, Man-wook.”

“Thank you.”

When I patted Man-wook’s arm, he bowed his head.

I wanted to pat his shoulder, but he’s so big that I’d have to stretch my arm out to reach it.

[⚔️Why is the building so huge?]

[⚔️Can I come too?]

“You can come.”

[⚔️For real?]

[⚔️Didn’t you say earlier it’s where firefighters eat?]

Just as I was about to answer the viewers’ questions, I felt someone approaching.

When I turned my head, I saw a familiar face.

Man-wook, not realizing who it was, stepped in front of me as if to protect me.

“Man-wook, it’s someone I know.”

“Understood.”

Only then did Man-wook step aside.

“Hello, reporter.”

“Ah, Ga-eul.”

Reporter Jo Seung-tae from Yangjin Daily approached with a grin.

At first, he seemed all tense, but it looks like he’s gotten used to me.

“What brings you here?”

“Haha, I heard you pulled off another big project, so I came to check it out.”

Reporter Jo Seung-tae looked at the large building standing between the fire station and the market.

I guess that was his goal.

I only briefly mentioned it when I arrived at the market with Haetnim, but he moved fast.

“Must’ve cost a fortune, huh?”

Hearing the reporter’s question, Man-wook stepped closer again.

“We did the foundation work, laid the floor, erected beams, and covered it with panels, so it didn’t cost too much.”

“That’s what he says.”

“Ah… Yes. Thank you for the answer.”

Reporter Jo Seung-tae’s pupils trembled slightly.

Seems like Man-wook is hard to get used to.

He looks dangerous to anyone.

“Big sis, I’ve hired six aunties who are good at cooking.”

“Won’t we be short on hands?”

“If it feels short, we’ll gradually add more as needed.”

“That sounds good.”

Man-wook rummaged through his pocket and handed me a piece of paper.

The paper was filled with settlement details in English.

“$17,000 per person?”

“Yes. Our 119 Safety Center has 32 members. Personal equipment cost around $540,000.”

[⚔️What the heck lol]

[⚔️Our room master’s hands are so big]

[⚔️But the room master lives in a rooftop room, right? Is this for real?]

[⚔️Don’t try to understand someone who just lives however they want lol]

Just the basic equipment—helmets, fireproof suits, air respirators—amounts to 8 items.

Add special helmet guards, gaiters, belts, radios, and more, and the personal safety gear alone exceeds 16 items.

Seems like Man-wook made a good deal with a reliable company.

“Additionally, hydraulic pumps, cutters, and other materials cost $330,000. So, it’s a little under $900,000, big sis.”

“About 1.3 billion won. Good job.”

“Thank you.”

“But is the fire station different from the 119 Safety Center? Did the name change like the district office?”

“I’m not sure either.”

[⚔️The Safety Center is under the fire station. The fire station is like the captain’s level.]

[⚔️Our neighborhood has a Safety Center too.]

“Ah, I see.”

The answer I didn’t know came straight from the viewers.

As we were chatting, people started swarming toward us.

A flood of reporters, like a swarm of bees.

When I looked at Reporter Jo Seung-tae, he subtly shook his head. Seems he didn’t know either.

Along with him, an older-looking man and a younger-looking man walked over.

The older man bowed his head toward me.

“Hello, I’m Fire Chief Jeong In-han, the head of the Safety Center.”

On his shoulders were two hexagons indicating his rank.

“Hello. I’m Han Ga-eul. Thank you for always protecting us.”

“Haha. It’s our duty.”

“Fire Chief, could I shake your hand?”

“Can I do it?”

I want to feel the hero’s hand.

Someone who lives differently from me.

With that thought, I offered a handshake, but a strange person nudged the fire chief aside and tried to grab my hand.

It was someone who came with Fire Chief Jeong In-han. Compared to the fire chief, he’s younger, but he looks well past his mid-forties.

Three hexagons are perched on his shoulders.

“Haha, I’m the section chief of the fire headquarters…”

As I lowered my hand, the section chief’s expression stiffened.

“Hmph! I heard you made a donation to our jurisdiction’s safety center.”

“Yes.”

“You could have donated through the Firefighters’ Association, but you delivered it directly. That restaurant over there too…”

The section chief glanced at the building behind him and then looked back at me.

“I’m a negative person by nature, so I don’t trust places like that. Who knows if they’ll just stash it away and sell it off later? Who’s it even for?”

“Ahem! If you follow the designated route, there are tax benefits. And your words are a bit excessive. It’s not good for the safety center to have too many resources concentrated…”

“Not my problem, so just go.”

The section chief’s eyes turned cold.

There was anger brewing.

“It seems the donor is in a bad mood. There are many reporters here, so why don’t you take a photo and leave?”

“Man-wook, bring me a fire axe. Before I put out the fire, I’ll snuff out this guy’s life first.”

Hearing my words, the section chief’s temper flared.

I wondered where the reporters had come from, but the section chief in front of me was the culprit.

“Hey!”

Reluctantly, I took out my phone.

Beep beep beep-

I dialed a saved number, and the other person answered quickly.

– Oh, Autumn!

“Grandfather!!”

– Yeah, it’s been a while.

“Grandfather, some weirdo is harassing me!”

– Who’s harassing you!

A voice as loud as a train whistle boomed through the phone.

“He’s got three hexagons, and his name is Oh Se-jong!”

– I’ll look into it right away.

“Thank you!”

Click.

Grandfather, who had signaled his agreement, quickly hung up.

“Hey! Isn’t that a bit harsh? We’re in the middle of a conversation, and you’re calling someone?”

“I called my soldier grandfather, you jerk.”

“Soldier…? But why are you speaking so informally?”

“If you don’t like it, you do it too, punk. Expecting manners from a thug is too much.”

In the middle of the argument, the section chief suddenly took out his phone.

Buzz buzz-

The section chief’s phone was ringing.

After glancing at the screen, he quickly answered.

“Yes, Director. I’ve got the call.”

– You damn punk!!!

Explicit curses reached my ears.

“Yes, yes? Why are you suddenly…?”

– What the hell are you doing! Why am I getting a direct call from the congressman?!

Even though he’s an older man, he’s getting an earful of curses.

From the way he’s bowing his head during the call, it seems like someone very important contacted him.

– Get over here right now!

“Yes, yes. I’ll be there quickly.”

After hanging up, the section chief glanced at the crowd, then slightly bowed his head.

“Something urgent came up… I’m sorry.”

And then he hurriedly ran off.

“Justice prevails.”

[⚔️Justice should win, so why did the room master win? I really don’t get it.]

[⚔️LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

Looking around, everyone—reporters, firefighters—looked dazed.

“But the fire chief looks older, so why is his rank lower?”

“I started as a firefighter, and he’s from the officer corps.”

“Ah, I see. That’s why he’s got such a big head.”

Hearing my words, the fire chief let out a hollow laugh.

Then, one of the reporters raised their hand.

“Yes.”

“I’m Hwang Soon-oh from Media Week. I heard you donated 1 billion won worth of firefighting equipment. Why…”

“Can I know the reason you wanted?”

“That guy who ran away over there, he’s been skimming money, so it seems like the firefighters’ supplies aren’t going smoothly.”

“Then, is the building built behind it for the same purpose?”

“Yep. Those greedy bastards at the top must’ve skimmed so much money that things got this messed up. The meals they serve are worse than prison food.”

While some journalists finish with recordings, others are seen taking notes.

I guess each journalist has their own working style.

“Do you have any plans to sponsor other places as well?”

“Huh? Why would I?”

“Ah… I just thought I’d ask since you sponsored with good intentions.”

“I’ve never had good intentions, so I don’t do things like sponsorships.”

The journalist who asked the question looks utterly confused.

“Didn’t you sponsor the 119 Safety Center?”

“This isn’t a sponsorship, it’s payback. They put out a fire near my house last time.”

The journalists all nod in unison.

“What’s the source of the funds?”

“Survival show prize money from a deserted island.”

“Didn’t you say you lost that?”

“If I’d lost it, you’d have had to fish me out of the river to interview me.”

[⚔️Ugh, look at this crazy woman doing the interview.]

[⚔️LOL, but you still love her, right?]

[⚔️If her mouth had floated, they’d have found her faster.]

“That’s what I used, so if you’re really suspicious, contact the Financial Supervisory Service. I don’t remember if I paid my taxes properly, though.”

I’ve never paid taxes.

I’ve paid taxes on money earned from broadcasting, but not on money earned from other worlds.

I tried not to use black money unless absolutely necessary, and when I had to, I mostly used cash.

When it was really necessary, I went through Man-wook.

The National Tax Service only gave vague answers, saying they couldn’t find any taxes owed.

There’s no reason a regular person with no financial knowledge wouldn’t get caught by the FSS. Someone must’ve intervened.

I still don’t know if it was Par, whom I met first, or my grandfather.

“What do you think about the cooks who lost their jobs because of this building?”

“They said they couldn’t hire cooks because the pay was as thin as ant tears.”

The firefighter’s eyes widen.

I guess he’s wondering how I knew that.

“The building seems too big just for firefighters. Is there another reason?”

“Market owners, elementary, middle, and high school students, and seniors over 60 can just come and eat. Just bring your student ID or ID card to make a usage card and use it. Don’t feel awkward, just come and eat comfortably.”

“So, people in between those ages can’t come?”

The journalist asks the obvious question.

“Those people have all their limbs, so they can earn their own meals. If they’re disabled, they can come too.”

“So, this isn’t a sponsorship?”

“This is just me taking care of things. If I don’t take care of the people nearby, who will? Oh, and only people from our neighborhood can come.”

The journalists’ hands are busy writing.

“And there’s a donation box inside. Anyone who donates over 1 million won can have a meal even if they don’t meet the conditions.”

“Where does the donation money go?”

“It’s used to grease my belly. So, please donate generously.”

“There’s something called the Donation Law…”

“I got permission from the government for a 1 billion won limit, so don’t worry about that. For donations over 100 million won, contact me directly. The top donor gets a sign saying they’re number one. We’ll also give them some fancy publicity.”

The journalists, who had been working busily, all look dumbfounded.

“My kids can just come and eat. Just verify with Jin-eom’s sword at the entrance.”

[⚔️Wow, Room Master is the best!!]

[What, only managers can come?]

[⚔️LOL, only those with pure Baekdu bloodline can come.]

[⚔️Should’ve become a manager if you’re jealous, LOL.]

[⚔️Untouchables are even chatting.]

[Cha-ching!]

[참깨무침님이 1,000원을 후원 (Sesame Seasoning님이 1,000원을 후원)]

[Do managers need to level up or something?]

“Can’t you see the kids with swords in the chat?”

“If you apply, they’ll evaluate and fix it for you.”

[⚔️Let’s dive into the ideological sword test~]

[⚔️LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

Even though I threw them some work, everyone seems happy.

With managers numbering in the tens of thousands, they must have been bored with nothing to do.

“Is there a building name? Like, say, Angel’s House?”

“Angel is a bit… nah, Devil’s House… also feels off. How about Satan’s House?”

“Autumn?”

Haetnimu, sitting next to me, pokes my side.

“Man-wook, draw a blood-soaked goat head on the signboard.”

“Got it, sis.”

“Ah, and make sure to write this down word for word, not missing a single syllable.”

The reporters nod their heads again.

“To anyone messing with our restaurant ladies, regardless of age or gender, we’ll gut you and make pickled intestines, so just eat quietly and leave when we ask nicely.”

───

[The Heartwarming Satan’s House]

Internet broadcaster Han Ga-eul, who embarked on the construction of a mysterious building, successfully completed the grand opening of Satan’s House today.

As the cold winter approaches, Satan’s House seems set to melt even the iciest of hearts.

(Text**) : Gyu-min, are you really crazy?

└(Jin**) : LOLOLOLOL

───

Marketing teams exist in various companies, and among them, the MC (Marketing Communications) team handles advertising and PR.

A rumor began to spread like wildfire among these marketing teams.

It was about a property named Han Ga-eul, who was not only uncontactable but also impossible to contract with.

She might have been a bit crazy, but from a corporate perspective, that was just seasoning.

In a world where criminals openly engage in entertainment and film, there was no reason Han Ga-eul couldn’t do the same.

Han Ga-eul was not a blank canvas but a dark one. Thus, from a corporate standpoint, it was something to applaud.

Apart from everything else, her appearance alone was a heavyweight.

Whether she was a good person or a bad person was unclear, but she was undoubtedly a tasty person. That was the common evaluation of Han Ga-eul by the marketing teams.

However, there was one small problem: to use a crazy person in advertising, the contract’s dignity clause had to be removed.

───

“Hello, it’s Bori!”

[Wow!!]

[The day Bori goes wild in her room is finally here]

“Today, I came to the heartwarming Satan’s House to eat a 100,000 won meal.”

[This is really dizzying LOL]

[What on earth does that mean?]

[I saw it on internet news, if Han Ga-eul is there, you have to use ridiculously strange word combinations]

[I’m coming along LOL]

───

[The soldier grandfather Han Ga-eul called]