A Village Appeared on My Desktop

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Chapter 76 – Northern Region’s Gale (6)

“I’ve never seen so many tribe members gather before.”

“To be honest, if it were the old days, I’d be worried about just surviving.”

As a reward for victory in battle, a large number of tribe members had newly joined. It was natural for the ruler, Balun, as well as others, to feel apprehensive.

The population could certainly become the tribe’s strength, but the composition of that population is also important, and most importantly, resource consumption was increasing beyond production capacity.

Yet they had firm beliefs.

“Is that really true? Is there truly a magical land where night and day change in the blink of an eye and crops grow instantly?”

“When you first visit, you’ll find it even more amazing that it’s all square.”

Among the new members, tales of the game world spread quickly. The seniors, feeling quite smug, exaggerated and boasted about it, and those who had already experienced it believed every word without a doubt.

“Oh, oh! That’s me! I’ve been chosen!”

Thanks to this, some of them were lifted into the air by some unknown power, and they felt no fear. Rather, they were overjoyed.

Those who believed they had been endowed with talents were assigned to the sandbox crafting area, where they learned how to awaken and utilize their powers from the seniors already working there.

And since spots were limited, many ended up leaving the game in the process. However, just because they left the game didn’t mean they had nothing to do.

“The number of transporters has increased significantly.”

“Indeed. A skilled worker can stack ten stones in a day, but now there are more than ten, allowing over a hundred stones to be stacked in just one day.”

“We’ll need larger castle walls and facilities. Didn’t you feel it clearly during this war? We need to actively use the powers we’ve brought back.”

Balun ordered Morin, who could manipulate the blocks they brought from the game in reality, to build bigger castle walls and paved roads.

To encircle a tribe housing thousands of residents, the castle walls needed to be incredibly massive, but the number of workers has also increased, making it feasible.

“However, Morin, it will still take a long time to do this with just our own strength.”

“That can’t be helped. But we won’t be the only ones doing the work. A large number of miners have come out this time as well. If we have their power to freely sell land, we can create more collaboratively.”

Morin, who seemed to face a day filled with backbreaking stone stacking, needed to work efficiently. Thus, he thought of collaborating with the miners.

With miners who could freely dig up land, they could utilize spaces more efficiently, like creating some facilities underground to reduce their labor.

“So, how will we stack the walls this time… huh?!”

At that moment, while Morin was contemplating how to build walls sturdier and higher than the existing ones, his body suddenly shot up into the sky.

He was being summoned into the game world.

“What’s that?”

“Have I been summoned by that person?”

In a world made entirely of square blocks, Morin stumbled in surprise as he suddenly fell from the sky.

Just like the others, he was called to the game. He could see his character moving towards him.

“Don’t worry too much. Our mission is to hunt enemies and obtain the Essence of Monsters. This way.”

Shura urged them along. They were newly promoted warriors who had just gone through the hunting mode and awakened their skills.

He had assigned them here for additional farming of the Essence of Monsters. Naturally, the senior members who had been active before were in charge of guiding these newcomers.

‘Wow. But they’re definitely skilled persons favored by that individual.’

Among them were those who had been warriors from the start and others who had just become warriors, but no one could say anything to Shura.

She was a powerhouse in her ability to manage skills. It’s a tradition among the warriors of the grasslands to respect and show loyalty to the strong.

Moreover, Shura was one of the early members continually receiving investment from the guardian deity they worshipped.

“There’s such a deep underground just below this vast field.”

“Do you see that steel door over there? You must close it firmly when you come out.”

They entered the underground passage that he had created and walked for quite a while until they reached the entrance to the underground world. At the entrance stood a single door.

It was literally just a door, but monsters could not pass through it.

Beyond that door were respawning skeleton golems. They were the monsters they needed to hunt.

“Oh, here they come!”

The newly joined trio was set to hunt the monsters as a party. Meanwhile, familiar with the battle were Shura, Rasen, and Rakum, who planned to venture deeper.

Underground World Level 2: a place where stronger monsters respawned.

‘Please grant me strength again.’

As the newcomers engaged in battle with the monsters, Shura took a deep breath and clenched the ring on her hand. The unwavering faith that could help her overcome the fear of unknown powerful foes in unfamiliar surroundings was now a burning desire for revenge.

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‘Having so much to do is actually a good thing, huh?’

I watched as the newly assigned warriors, including the others, went down to the underground to farm the Essence of Monsters.

With the numbers doubled, farming the Essence of Monsters would definitely become easier. Their skills, wearing special equipment made from mutant by-products, were also sufficient to take on the monsters found deeper.

Now, with the Essence being farmed, they could awaken more people and assign them anew.

But before that, I called Morin, the transporter, separately for something else.

“—?”

Morin looked flustered as I controlled my character to approach him. Even nearby farmers, intrigued, paused their work momentarily to look at us.

‘Hopefully this helps them.’

I filled my inventory with prepared items and opened another internet window next to the game window.

This was also a strategy video created by a skilled player for making beautiful structures or buildings using various materials existing in this game.

I planned to follow it and show the residents how to use it. I wondered if I could replicate it exactly but didn’t care much.

They might be smarter than me. Once I show them one possibility, they may develop it themselves.

‘A good-looking rice cake is tastier, so this is surely better than a clunky wooden box.’

Having taken Morin to the plains, I began switching the blocks around to create structures—houses, bridges, churches, and so on, various buildings with different purposes and concepts were clumsily but steadily being made by my hands, following the video.

“Can they recognize it?”

Now Morin, who would need to play the role of architect rather than just a transporter, stared in bewilderment as he watched my actions.

It would be great if they could also see this strategy video, which even a beginner like me could easily follow, but for now, this was all I could manage.

“Oh. Paper.”

At that moment, seeing him desperately muttering and memorizing something, I realized I still had items I could give them in this game.

‘I was so foolish.’

I had been too focused on survival that I neglected other possibilities. There were a wealth of items to craft and combine in this game.

Paper made from processed materials, such as wood, was one of them. I brought out the crafting table, quickly made a stack of paper and a pen, and handed them to Morin, who received it with a bewildered expression.

He then began to draw whatever he could see regarding the buildings I was creating.

“They didn’t have writing, huh.”

Watching him using his fingers to count and memorize how many blocks it took, I realized they didn’t have proper writing.

I didn’t know if they truly lacked writing or if Morin was simply illiterate, but thinking back, I hadn’t really seen Balun, the chief, using writing either.

‘It would be much easier if they had writing.’

It’s an obvious thought, but if they had writing, they could engage in far more efficient activities. They could quickly and systematically convey acquired knowledge and inform others who couldn’t enter the game more swiftly.

[Recommendation for a Korean Typing Program]

“…?”

At that moment, as if it had read my mind, a recommended program popped up. It was so unexpected that my thoughts momentarily halted.

“—. —…”

The master program, after observing Balun, who was sketching and struggling to memorize the number of blocks around the small house I had made, recommended a typing program to practice Korean typing.

It hinted that this could solve the problem.

‘Is there a downside to this?’

So far, every recommended program had not caused me any loss.

I didn’t know how the transformation during activation would play out, but it was certainly worth a try.

In the end, I activated the program right then and there.

[Injecting letters into the target through typing]

“Hmm?”

Sure enough, the typing program influenced by the master program was in a state of transformation. As soon as I executed it, an instruction message prompting me to choose a target emerged.

Choosing a target could be done by clicking with the mouse. Naturally, I selected Balun, the chief. After some contemplation, I also chose Riena, as two people could be selected.

After all, for the letters to spread, two people needed to teach others. It would be sufficient to establish their authority, so I decided to back the father-daughter duo.

‘Will this really work?’

The typing program then proceeded to have me practice typing. Repeating countless words and sentences, it adhered to the original purpose of enhancing typing skills.

So I began typing. I was fairly confident in my typing speed. In fact, it was faster due to training from chatting in online games rather than from using typing programs.

‘It’s fun doing this after such a long time.’

Watching my typing speed increase, I chuckled to myself and continued typing. Surely, the master program wouldn’t recommend anything harmful to them.

So, it was after I had been typing for a while that I noticed Balun and Riena clutching their heads on the ground, wriggling around.