Goblin Library - Chapter 225

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Chapter 225.

Oh Mi-hee set down a chicken leg with a cheerful laugh.
“Wow! The ten-piece challenge is really tough.”
Oh Mi-hee shook her head while looking at the screen.
“I’ve seen some streamers manage eight pieces… those mukbang seniors are truly impressive.”
Oh Mi-hee smiled as she gazed at the three remaining chicken pieces in front of her and spoke.
“But the seasoning on this chicken here is absolutely delicious. Everyone, whenever you’re craving seasoned chicken, you really should try this place.”
As Oh Mi-hee spoke, she could see the chat messages scrolling rapidly across the screen. This was a live broadcast, so viewers were actively commenting.

「Does that mean the fried chicken isn’t tasty?」
「Are you saying it’s just ordinary?」

Oh Mi-hee laughed at the comments.
“Not tasty? There’s a saying that ‘chicken is always right.’ It’s just that the seasoned chicken is exceptionally delicious. Of course! As I always say during broadcasts… everyone has different taste preferences, right?”
Oh Mi-hee looked at the remaining chicken and continued speaking.
“As promised, I’ll donate three hundred chicken pieces for the three I failed to finish. And though it’s a bit embarrassing to admit, I originally planned to donate a thousand pieces if I succeeded. I was going to succeed and donate, but….”
Oh Mi-hee smiled brightly and continued.
“If I don’t follow through just because I failed, then I’m not Oh Mi-hee. So I’ll donate an additional thousand pieces. That makes thirteen hundred pieces total.”
At Oh Mi-hee’s words, viewers began flooding the comment section with applause emojis.

「Thirteen hundred chicken pieces—that’s a lot of money.」
「That’s amazing, Oh Mi-hee.」
「This fairy has deep pockets. She’s a real fairy godmother.」

Oh Mi-hee, who had been reading the positive comments people were leaving, turned her head to look at the middle-aged man in chef’s whites standing beside her.
“I want to express my gratitude to the Chicken Restaurant Owner for creating this wonderful opportunity to make such a meaningful donation. Owner, please come over here and say a few words. I’m donating 1,300 chickens! Thank you for donating 700 chickens.”
At Oh Mi-hee’s words, a moment of awkwardness crossed the owner’s face, but he chuckled and turned to face the camera.
“Our national fairy is giving me quite the challenge here. Hmph! When the fairy is donating 1,300 chickens, how can I, the representative of a chicken company, donate only 700? I’ll donate 1,300 chickens as well.”
“Wow! That’s amazing, Owner!”
Oh Mi-hee cheered and clapped her hands, then spoke while looking at the camera.
“So this way, I, Oh Mi-hee, and the Chicken Restaurant will donate 2,600 chickens to the Welfare Center to provide meals for underprivileged children… Oh!”
Oh Mi-hee paused and looked at the owner.
“Um, does this chicken donation include cola?”
The owner wondered what she meant and looked at her, then chuckled.
“Chicken and cola are a national tradition. Actually, let me change it to a set menu that includes cola and fries instead. No, wait. Now that I think about it, that won’t work either.”
The owner spoke in a hearty voice.
“Three is three and two is two—I don’t like the number 2,600. To make the number work out, I’ll add 400 more chickens from my own pocket to make it 3,000 chickens total.”
As the owner generously increased the donation, Oh Mi-hee thanked him and ended the broadcast.
After finishing the broadcast, Oh Mi-hee took a deep breath and drank cola, which the owner expressed concern about.
“I didn’t expect you to eat seven chickens. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine. And I apologize for being presumptuous about the donation details.”
“Not at all. This donation is more valuable than using Oh Mi-hee as an advertising model. Plus, we save on broadcast advertising costs. Thank you for featuring us like this.”
“Then should we do more?”
“Hahaha!”
The owner laughed lightly and spoke.
“Once we coordinate with the Welfare Center and determine the recipients, I’ll contact you again.”
“Understood.”
“Oh! And… is our fried chicken not very good?”
At the owner’s question, Oh Mi-hee laughed and shook her head.
“It’s crispy and delicious. It’s just that I prefer seasoned chicken.”
With that, Oh Mi-hee bowed her head, and the owner nodded before instructing his staff to clean up.
Oh Mi-hee also turned to begin gathering her broadcasting equipment. Usually, once a creator reaches about a million subscribers, they get an agency and people to manage them, but Oh Mi-hee hadn’t joined any agency.
Not because she disliked sharing revenue, but because she worried about being forced to create content she didn’t want to make.
So she handled everything herself—organizing, planning content, and managing her channel.
As Oh Mi-hee placed side dish containers into the cooler she always carried and was putting the camera away, she felt someone approaching and looked up.
“Yu Tae-poong. Dung Carrier Goblin.”
Yu Tae-poong smiled at Oh Mi-hee’s warm greeting and spoke.
“You’re a donation angel.”
“It’s just something I can do.”
“Something you can do?”
“If I can donate through the food I eat, then I should donate.”
Oh Mi-hee said with a gentle smile.
“But why haven’t you contacted me lately? It would be nice to go eat together.”
“I’ve been pretty busy with writing lately.”
“Oh my, you’ve become a writer?”
“Not quite. I’m documenting manuscripts from the Goblin Meeting.”
“I see. Oh! If you find any interesting books, please recommend them. I really enjoyed that book by Pot Goblin.”
“Ah! Then you should definitely check out Lim Ok-beom’s work. This one here was written by Dung Carrier Goblin.”
“Really? I’ll definitely read it.”
Dung Carrier Goblin beamed with a bright smile and nodded at the mention of his own work.
“If it’s entertaining, could you give it a little exposure on your broadcast?”
“If it’s good, I’ll do that. Good books are even better when shared with others.”
Oh Mi-hee, who had answered readily, turned to the two of them with a question.
“How about it—have you eaten?”
“You want to eat more?”
“We should have a proper meal.”
“But you just ate all that?”
“Chicken is chicken, rice is rice.”
At Oh Mi-hee’s smiling remark, Yu Tae-poong let out a quiet chuckle.
“Then let’s have dinner.”
“There’s a great budae jjigae place nearby. Let’s go there.”
“Sounds good.”
Oh Mi-hee gathered her belongings into her bag and bowed respectfully to the patrons.
“Thank you for cooperating with the broadcast filming.”
“We enjoyed it.”
“I’ll subscribe.”
As the sparse daytime customers smiled and waved, Oh Mi-hee and Yu Tae-poong left the Chicken Restaurant.

After enjoying budae jjigae with Oh Mi-hee, Yu Tae-poong and Dung Carrier Goblin parted ways with her warmly and continued on their path.
“Oh Mi-hee is truly a wonderful person.”
“She’s always been good-hearted.”
Yu Tae-poong nodded at Dung Carrier Goblin’s words.
“I saw some comments earlier mocking her, saying it must be nice to donate when you have so much money. But honestly, I think donation is about intention. Of course it’s admirable when someone with wealth donates generously, but plenty of wealthy people never donate at all. Yet there are people without much money who set up automatic monthly donations of ten or twenty thousand won.”
Yu Tae-poong paused mid-sentence, then continued.
“When I see people criticizing donations made by the wealthy, I really want to ask them: have you ever donated even ten thousand won yourself?”
“Don’t worry about that. People who write comments like that are just that kind of people.”
Yu Tae-poong nodded at Dung Carrier Goblin’s words and continued walking.
“So, where should we go now?”
“Let’s go see Cha Im-beom.”
“A firefighter, huh? Well, we do have a connection with Cha Im-beom.”
After all, Yu Tae-poong had met Dung Carrier Goblin while visiting Cha Im-beom.
“Let’s see… where is Cha Im-beom right now?”
Dung Carrier Goblin pulled out a cloth and waved it, speaking with a smile.
“Location confirmed. Let’s go.”
As Dung Carrier Goblin approached a nearby commercial building and opened the door, Yu Tae-poong stepped through first.
Whoosh!
Stepping outside, Yu Tae-poong found himself standing on an unfamiliar street.
The wail of a fire truck siren pierced his ears loudly. Turning his head, he saw a fire truck and a 119 rescue vehicle rapidly approaching from one side of the road.
Dung Carrier Goblin, grabbing hold of Yu Tae-poong, launched himself upward, leaping across the moving vehicles below.
Whoosh!
“Agh!”
As Yu Tae-poong gasped at the sudden movement, Dung Carrier Goblin landed lightly atop the approaching fire truck.
Thud!
Pot Goblin, who had been sitting on the fire truck, welcomed them both.
“What brings you all the way here?”
“Pot Goblin, you’re here.”
“Of course I am—I need to stay close to the protagonist.”
Pot Goblin answered with a laugh, then looked at Yu Tae-poong and spoke.
“By the way, haven’t you been seeing Cha Im-beom lately?”
“You know I’ve been busy recently.”
“Still, you should visit. Our Sung-un’s newlywed life is absolutely blissful these days.”
“That’s right. Cha Im-beom got married.”
Cha Im-beom had married a 119 rescue team member he had been fond of, and was now enjoying his newlywed life.
“Those two are so smitten with each other, it’s almost unbearable.”
At Pot Goblin’s words, Yu Tae-poong laughed, then suddenly looked at her.
“You’re not spying on their newlywed life, are you?”
“Spying? Ah…”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Pot Goblin smiled slyly and said nothing more. Seeing her expression, Yu Tae-poong asked in exasperation.
“Are you peeking?”
“No comment.”
“Caught you. Caught you.”
At Dung Carrier Goblin’s words, Pot Goblin smiled and looked ahead.
“We’re almost at the scene.”
When Yu Tae-poong turned his head at Pot Goblin’s words, he saw a building belching thick black smoke right before his eyes, just as she had said.
Fire trucks arrived at the building’s entrance, and firefighters hurried out.
Cha Im-beom was among them. After giving instructions to his team, he grabbed an axe and rushed inside.
Yu Tae-poong, who had been quietly watching, opened his mouth.
“Firefighters really seem amazing to me.”
“Why?”
“When there’s a fire, most people run away, but firefighters run toward it instead. Some might say it’s natural since it’s a paying job, but… the very fact that someone chose such a profession is remarkable.”
“You’re right. There are many professions, all of them admirable, and everyone who pursues them has a sense of duty. But firefighting is definitely a profession you can’t do without genuine purpose and conviction.”
Yu Tae-poong, who had been quietly watching the firefighters rushing about at the scene, looked around and got out of the fire truck.
“Where are you going?”
“To the Convenience Store. Ah, they can’t see me right now, can they?”
“That’s right.”
“Make me visible now, please.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Dung Carrier Goblin jumped down and lightly touched his body.
“Done.”
At Dung Carrier Goblin’s words, Yu Tae-poong entered the Convenience Store. Upon entering, he grabbed an ion drink, then spotted the Factory Employee.
“Do you happen to have ion drinks in boxes?”
“That’s all we have.”
At the Factory Employee’s indifferent tone, Yu Tae-poong spoke.
“I was thinking of giving them to the firefighters outside. I thought those who are thirsty might want more.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, the Factory Employee looked at him once, then glanced outside at the burning building.
Then he went to the warehouse and brought out a box of ion drinks.
“We’re supposed to only sell what’s already on display.”
At the Factory Employee’s excuse, Yu Tae-poong nodded.
“I understand.”
I knew he had wanted to sell only what was already displayed because taking out new stock was a hassle, but I said nothing more.
After purchasing the drinks, I held the box and bag and waited for a moment. The firefighters were busy fighting the blaze, and approaching them with drinks seemed like it would only get in their way.

The fire was completely extinguished by the time the sun dipped below the horizon. The firefighters began sighing and organizing their equipment.
Cha Im-beom removed his oxygen mask and caught his breath when he noticed a box of beverages and a bag placed beside the fire truck.
Cha Im-beom peeked inside and looked around before asking.
“Who brought this for us?”
“I’m not sure.”
Everyone had been too focused on extinguishing the fire to notice who had left the drinks.
When Cha Im-beom examined the box more closely, he noticed something written on it.

「Thank you for your service.」

Cha Im-beom smiled at the message written in marker on the box. He opened it and handed beverages to his colleagues while showing them what was written on the box.
Smiles appeared on the faces of the firefighters who read it. They hadn’t done this work seeking gratitude, but it felt good and fulfilling to know that the citizens appreciated what they did.

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Yu Tae-poong entered the Goblin Library with a pleased expression. He spotted Bamboo Sword Goblin working on a laptop at a desk.
“Boss.”
As Yu Tae-poong bowed his head, Bamboo Sword Goblin glanced at him briefly before returning to typing on the keyboard.
Watching Bamboo Sword Goblin, Yu Tae-poong spoke.
“I’ve just come from visiting the protagonists. It feels wonderful seeing them all doing well and changing for the better.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Bamboo Sword Goblin paused his hands again.
He stared at Yu Tae-poong quietly for a moment before speaking.
“It’s been two years now since you arrived here.”
“That’s right.”
Yu Tae-poong spoke with a smile.
“Two years have already passed.”
As he spoke, Yu Tae-poong looked toward the bookshelves.
“Time flew by while reading books.”
Kim Hyang-i of Da-hyang Goblin, who taught me the taste of coffee.
Cha Dol of Cha-dol Goblin, who kept my body healthy.
Lim Sung-un of Bamboo Sword Goblin, whose dark hero story I found truly entertaining.
Lee Gang-hun of Shoe Goblin, talented and skilled at earning money.
And the protagonists I met today as well….
“It’s been a truly enjoyable two years.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s murmur, Bamboo Sword Goblin looked at him and spoke.
“I hope the years ahead will be just as enjoyable.”
“Thank you, boss.”
Hearing the words of gratitude, Bamboo Sword Goblin shook his head slightly and said.
“A cup of coffee.”
At that, Yu Tae-poong went to the counter and began brewing coffee.
Whoooosh!
Catching the rich aroma of coffee, Yu Tae-poong lifted his head and swept his gaze across the Goblin Library.
‘There will be many more stories to come. I hope they are all beautiful ones.’
Murmuring softly to himself, Yu Tae-poong took a sip of his coffee.

【Goblin Library】 END

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