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46 – Third Floor, Deserted Island.

Silver hair, pretty face.

A voluptuous body contrasting with it.

Though tightly wrapped in a classic suit, the curves are not hidden.

“…….”

Everything that has happened so far.

I told her about the hardships that weren’t really worth calling information.

From the feeling, it seemed like I should join forces with this woman, so there was no reason to hide it.

“Ah.”

The woman glanced at the pile of logs and planks next to me and chuckled.

“So, your plan is to build a boat and go out to sea with that? It looks like it will sink soon, do you think it’s possible?”

“It’s the request of the third floor, so there’s no choice. To get to the fourth floor, we have to find Treasure Island. We have no choice but to try.”

Whether it’s possible or not, we have to try.

Otherwise, there’s no way.

‘I’m a bit worried about the limited wood supply…’

Just in case, I left a few trees.

I didn’t stupidly cut them all down.

“Hmm. Nice. It doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

The woman slowly nodded her head.

It was a ridiculous plan, but it seemed like my words made sense.

“If only we can complete the boat.”

“…Are you planning to interfere?”

“Did my words sound like that?”

Seeing her smile, it seemed like she had some kind of scheme.

Honestly, it didn’t lack a provocative feeling.

Should I call it sly, or should I call it gentle?

It was a tone that seemed to mix both qualities.

‘It felt just like the tone of a playful senior.’

Not an academic senior, but a sports senior.

‘Because I didn’t do as they wanted. At some point, they became vicious.’

The woman in front of me might reveal her true colors at any moment.

It’s better to be cautious.

“Just kidding. Why are you so tense?”

The woman burst into laughter and waved her hand.

“To venture out to sea, it might be best to join forces. Am I the only one who thinks so?”

“…I think so too. Two are better than one.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I replied as such, but I didn’t stop making the planks.

With the golden dagger, I could craft with relatively less effort.

“The wind is chilly. It’s warm and nice near the bonfire.”

The woman sat down at a spot away from the flames.

The distance was such that it was hard to feel the heat.

“Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine. I don’t really feel the cold.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. In my hometown, it snows all the time, so I’m used to the cold.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“……”

The woman stared at me intently.

Then, she chuckled again.

“Your name?”

“Oryuin.”

“I’m Yuki.”

“……”

Yuki?

She looks more like a Westerner, but her name is Japanese…

As if answering my question, Yuki spoke.

“I’m mixed. My mother is Russian. I was born in Japan. If you must know, my nationality is Japanese. I’ve never been to Russia.”

As I listened, I felt a sense of unease.

By the time I realized the reason, it was already too late.

“If you’re going to pretend to be a martial artist, you should do it properly.”

“…Is it that obvious?”

I thought I managed my expression well, but apparently not.

“You seemed quite like a martial artist. But you had the wrong opponent. If it wasn’t me, someone else might have been fooled.”

Her subtle self-praise was absurd, but I didn’t argue.

“Well. I understand. If an Earthling wants to survive, they have no choice but to imitate a Murim warrior.”

As many have said, there are different types of humans.

Midworlders, Murim warriors, Citizens, Superhumans….

Among them, the only type of human that an East Asian from Earth can imitate is a Murim warrior.

‘Superhumans have hair of various colors depending on their abilities, so it’s impossible, and Citizens, well.’

Who would believe someone trying to imitate humans who have replaced their limbs with metal?

So, many East Asians pretend to be Murim warriors.

Like frightened hedgehogs, they raise their spines, saying, “Don’t touch me.”

The problem is, most Earthlings are obvious even when they pretend to be Murim warriors.

“Don’t you guys tell each other?”

“Tell what?”

“That you look like Earthlings from the face.”

“…….”

Even though we’re both East Asians?

‘They say we all look the same, isn’t that racial discrimination?’

But now they can distinguish East Asians?

“That’s not what I mean. Murim warriors and Earthlings, their skin texture is different. If you really want to look like a Murim warrior, you have to change your entire face.”

“…….”

Even so, it’s true that Earthlings have better facial conditions than Murim warriors.

In many ways, their physical conditions too.

If you look at them separately, you can’t tell, but if you put Murim warriors and Earthlings together, you can distinguish them.

“…So you knew I was an Earthling.”

“I was unsure. The power you showed in the Colosseum wasn’t that of an Earthling.”

“Then why….”

“Because it’s just funny. Pretending to be a Murim warrior so clumsily.”

Ahem, Yuki cleared his throat.

Then he spoke in a low voice.

“Sit down. It’s cold over there, come closer.”

“…….”

He gritted his teeth.

Whether it was because of the heat from the flames or the shame, my face felt like it was burning.

When the martial artists spoke, I didn’t notice anything strange.

But when someone from another dimension spoke, it sounded awkward.

“…Instead of laughing, why don’t you help?”

I threw a piece of wood towards Yuki.

Since you came late, you should work that much more.

Yuki grumbled as he fiddled with the wood.

“Can’t I do it tomorrow?”

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“Then make the boat yourself and follow us.”

If he wanted to play solo, I wouldn’t stop him.

“You’re not sulking, are you?”

Not worth answering.

I just ignored him and continued with my work.

Srrrng-.

Yuki giggled as he processed the piece of wood.

I watched how he did it and couldn’t help but be impressed.

‘Is he an ice-type superpower user?’

Frost formed at Yuki’s fingertips, and an ice blade appeared.

He used it to turn the piece of wood into a plank.

It was definitely faster to work together than alone.

“Yaaawn. I’m getting sleepy.”

Yuki said that and glanced at me.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Go ahead.”

I still didn’t trust Yuki, no matter what his intentions were.

‘What if he stabs me while I’m asleep?’

I would die without being able to resist.

That would be the worst ending for me.

So I kept my eyes open stubbornly.

I was determined to stay awake, even if it meant staying up all night.

Fortunately, Yuki had passed out.

Tsu-tsu-tsut-.

Yuki used her psychic powers to create a house resembling an igloo.

She crawled inside and tried to sleep.

As soon as I saw it, a brilliant idea struck me.

Frozen Prison.

Within a certain limit, I could set the range of the walls.

It’s a skill, but it would be strange if it could trap some and not others.

I expanded the walls to their maximum extent.

Slightly larger than when I trapped the Giant Black Lager.

I moved the campfire inside the ice walls.

As the heat spread, the interior space warmed up.

【10,003】

The durability didn’t wear down because of the flames.

It seemed the campfire wasn’t considered an attack.

‘Or is it because I lit the campfire?’

Either way, it was good news for me.

I sat inside the ice house and waited for the cooldown.

With the second Frozen Prison, I even made a roof.

‘It doesn’t disappear.’

I had never used Frozen Prison twice before.

Of course.

If you use it once, everything dies, so why use it twice?

Moreover, I had never thought of applying it this way.

Honestly, there was no need to.

Thanks to that, I got a cozy house.

Inside the Frozen Prison, I didn’t have to worry about Yuki’s ambush.

The sandy floor was quite uncomfortable, but it wasn’t unbearable.

The endless waves of sleepiness took care of everything.

I closed my eyes.

“Oruin?”

The screeching sound of seagulls.

And Yuki’s voice calling me.

“Time to get up?”

“……!”

My eyes snapped open.

Yuki was staring down at me.

“How, how did you?”

I hurriedly searched for the golden dagger.

“I didn’t think I could do it either.”

Yuki pointed at the ice wall.

There was a gaping hole that we could pass through.

“I found out I could manipulate it.”

Yuki said nonchalantly as she carved the ice wall here and there.

At her gesture, the ice wall with a durability of 10,000 melted away.

‘Damn.’

How can these earthling worms live in such misery?

“…Even things created by skills are considered natural objects?”

“Seems like it.”

From her tone, it seemed Yuki herself didn’t know this was possible.

It was only the third floor, after all.

Her reaction wasn’t too strange.

I glanced at Yuki.

‘I almost died.’

If Yuki had intended to kill me, I would have died without being able to move.

The thought sent chills down my spine.

‘…I need to increase my stamina.’

Or maybe a skill like Iron Skin.

If it’s a passive skill that’s always active, I’d be willing to give up something like the Three Talents Sword Technique to acquire it….

‘No, that’s not it.’

The illusory ancient book devoured the White Dragon Heart.

As a result, its intelligence and wisdom increased significantly.

The skill slots were also expanded.

‘All I have to do is find it.’

The simplest way is to kill a player who has the relevant skill.

I thought to myself, how amazing.

Even someone as relaxed as me immediately thought of PK, so how much more would other Earthlings?

“You’re going to make a ship, right?”

“Yes.”

“I was thinking while carving your ice wall.”

Yuki continued.

“Wouldn’t it be great if you created the ice wall with your skill and I carved it into a ship?”