I Got a Monster Spaceship from the Tutorial Tower - Chapter 37

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Episode 37
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“Summoning? You mean the Pilot Ha Yoon saw it directly with their own eyes?”
“Yes, Clan Leader.”
Thanks to Hwa Ryeon’s intervention, the atmosphere had settled somewhat.
Jin Yong had heard from Yeon Woo about Summoning and how the Space Battleship grew, but his expression remained dreamy and distant.
A system where you summoned Monsters or fighter jets and climbed the Tutorial Tower through their growth—
it was something ordinary Pilots could scarcely even imagine.
Yet with such vivid evidence laid before him, he couldn’t simply turn away.
Jin Yong nodded heavily.
“So that’s why you’ve kept your identity so carefully hidden. If this ever came to light… honestly, even I feel afraid.”
“No one would accept it easily.”
If it were merely unmanned aircraft, as some had speculated, he could reveal his identity without burden and step into the spotlight.
But commanding Monsters was far too great a risk.
Regardless of intention, he could be attacked from every direction.
“This way, the Mangho Clan isn’t gaining a Space Battleship—they’re holding a bomb.”
Jin Yong scratched his head as he assessed the situation.
It occurred to him that perhaps Yeon Woo’s request to merely have his name listed with the clan for now, rather than formally joining, was a considerate gesture in its own way.
If the Space Battleship’s secret were exposed for any reason, the Mangho Clan would be swept up in a massive backlash.
Even looking at the current situation alone, things didn’t seem like they would unfold easily.
“I’m truly sorry about this. I’ll strengthen myself quickly and—”
Yeon Woo apologized with an expression that said he had nothing else to offer.
It had been unavoidable on his part, but it was true that he’d joined under false pretenses.
Yet now that it had come to this.
The Space Battleship and the Mangho Clan had become bound by shared fate.
For the first time since entering the Warehouse, Jin Yong broke into a hearty smile.
“Well then, let’s give it a shot!”
“…I beg your pardon?”
“Running a clan means you have to place a bet like this at least once, don’t you think?”
“Hurrah!”
At Jin Yong’s cry, the Goblin Brothers, Makros, and Gudru, who had been standing around them, burst into cheers and clapped their hands in unison.
Jin Yong, thinking it over again, found it hard to believe and responded with an awkward laugh.
“In all my days, I never thought I’d receive cheers from Monsters.”
That would count as an achievement of sorts, perhaps.
Hwa Ryeon smiled brightly and gave Jin Yong a thumbs up.
“You’re truly brave. You have every right to lead so many Pilots.”
“Ahem!”
Jin Yong’s face flushed red as he looked away from Hwa Ryeon’s gaze.
‘Steady yourself, Ja Jin Yong! You will not be bewitched by the nine-tailed fox!’
He held what he thought was a firm resolve.
‘Clan Leader, your face is bright red.’
‘The nine-tailed fox will have his liver before long.’
‘He may even pledge his loyalty to the Maintenance Chief.’
The others’ gazes were decidedly pessimistic.
In any case, they had safely(?) navigated what could have become a dire crisis.
Now it was time to get down to business.
Yeon Woo stood and spoke to Jin Yong.
“Then, we should go see your fighter jet, shouldn’t we?”
Jin Yong’s arrival had coincided with the final stages of repairs.
According to Hwa Ryeon, there were still a few things to touch up, but operation itself posed no problems at this point.
“…Ah! The fighter jet!”
Only then did Jin Yong remember why he’d come to this Warehouse.
He’d been so distracted meeting Monsters he never thought to ask—
Jin Yong’s Hexagon, which hadn’t taken flight from this Warehouse in years.
Could they really have repaired it?
Jin Yong followed Yeon Woo’s footsteps deeper into the Warehouse.
Hwa Ryeon nudged his arm with her elbow and spoke.
“I supervised the repairs personally, Clan Leader.”
“Ahem—c-certainly. Thank you very much.”
Whether her opponent was a nine-tailed fox or a ten-tailed one.
Repairing the fighter jet was something Jin Yong owed gratitude for — surely a greeting of this caliber was the least he could offer?
Still, the fighter wouldn’t take long to reach.
In the distance, a colossal metal bird emerged into view.
“Huh……?”
Jin Yong’s footsteps began to slow.
“Huh……?”
His mouth fell open, wider with each step.
“……!”
At last, Jin Yong stopped dead in his tracks.
It was the perfect vantage point to see his fighter.
Yeon Woo and the Monsters, their faces alight with satisfaction, parted to either side to give him a clearer view.
Step, step.
After standing in silence for a long moment, Jin Yong began to move forward again, his gait tentative.
The Hexagon was there before his eyes.
In the same flawless condition as when it had first come to him.
Soft.
One of Jin Yong’s hands reached out and came to rest on the Hexagon’s nose.
The cool touch of metal sent a sharp thrill through him.
Dazed, Jin Yong turned to Yeon Woo and asked.
“Is this…… really my Hexagon?”
“Of course it is.”
“You didn’t just repair the exterior……?”
With Earth’s technology, restoring the outward appearance of a fighter jet was entirely feasible.
In fact, many museums received and displayed completely wrecked fighters in this manner.
But reviving a dead engine was an entirely different matter.
Yeon Woo answered with a nod.
It was enough.
Jin Yong walked forward, his steps trembling.
The side of the Hexagon.
The access hatch that Jin Yong had frequented countless times during his years as a pilot.
The very place that had been damaged beyond recognition when the attack struck.
And yet.
Hiss!
As Jin Yong approached, the Hexagon opened its side as if it had never been broken at all.
With a soft hiss of hydraulics, the hatch swung wide and stairs materialized.
Warm light poured out from within, washing over Jin Yong.
He climbed slowly, stepping into the cockpit of the fighter.
It wasn’t spacious.
The narrow corridor felt cramped enough that turning around would be a squeeze, but it was enough.
After a few steps.
Whirr.
A door slid open as if it had been waiting, and beyond it.
‘The cockpit…….’
The space reserved for the pilot alone came into view.
Crowded with intricate machinery and panels.
Through the forward viewport, he could see Yeon Woo and the crew of the Space Battleship clearly.
The mere fact that the hatches and doors had opened and the lights had come on was proof enough, one might say.
But Jin Yong sat down in the pilot’s seat and properly started the fighter’s engines.
Whoom……!
The Hexagon, which had slumbered for five long years, let out a true cry of life.
A deep vibration resonated through the pilot’s seat.
Pilot interface displays bloomed all around.
Blinking system checks and machine diagnostics.
Drop.
As Jin Yong felt each one of these, a tear fell from his eye.
“It really…… really came back.”
All these years, even as he trained countless pilots as clan leader, an emptiness had lingered in one corner of his heart.
Though he’d tried to ignore it, Jin Yong knew the nature of that emptiness better than anyone.
It was the towering wall that he himself could not soar as they did.
As Jin Yong gently pulled the control lever.
Whoosh!
The Hexagon lifted itself lightly from the ground.
Bang-bang-bang!
“Ahhh!”
“Captain, I’ve got this.”
Of course, even that much unleashed a tremendous gale beyond the hull.
The Goblin Brothers shrieked, and Gudru immediately stepped in front of Yeon Woo to shield him.
“Me too, me too! Bawk-bawk!”
Makros flapped his wings frantically, desperate to squeeze in between Yeon Woo and Gudru.
“Oh, I wasn’t entirely sure, but she’s flying properly, Captain!”
Hwa Ryeon laughed brightly amid the howling wind, one arm shielding her eyes from the gusts.
“…you shouldn’t say things like that in front of the clan leader.”
“Of course not! The truth is, we never did a test flight!”
Fortunately, it seemed she’d repaired it flawlessly enough that flight posed no risk.
Had something gone wrong during takeoff, they wouldn’t have just engine wash—they’d have faced real catastrophe.
Yet for all her casualness about it, Hwa Ryeon took such pride in her maintenance that she would never have put Jin Yong in the cockpit while anything remained incomplete.
“Bawk! Captain, surely the clan leader isn’t going to fire weapons at us?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, you know how you’re different before and after using the restroom? I’m worried that now we’ve flown a fighter jet…”
“Gudru, get Makros out of here.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
Snap! Whoosh!
“Bawk-bawk-bawk!”
Gudru didn’t hesitate—he simply grabbed Makros by the waist and hurled him away without ceremony.
Despite the engine wash that might have knocked him flat, the harpy flapped his wings, quickly regained his balance, and landed safely and soundly.
In some respects, one could truly call him a harpy of the skies.
In others, however, he was unmistakably just a chicken.
In any case, Yeon Woo was still admiring the properly repaired Hexagon when—
Whoosh!
Jin Yong brought the fighter to rest, cut the engines, and descended.
“You could have kept flying, if you’d like.”
Yeon Woo spoke to Jin Yong as he came down the stairs, his gaze hollow and vacant.
A soft sound.
Jin Yong turned toward Yeon Woo and—
Without warning—
“Ah…”
walked up to him and pulled him into a tight embrace.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
His voice carried a deep silence with it.
The solitary silence he must have endured all alone until now.
Yeon Woo was startled at first, but soon laid his hand on Jin Yong’s back and patted him gently.
“Please, don’t mention it. It’s my way of repaying you too…”
Yeon Woo’s words trailed off as he glanced at the crew members surrounding him.
For some reason, he found himself thinking of the convenience store owner who had congratulated him back when he’d first awakened.
“And a bribe from us crew members as well.”
“Pardon?”
Jin Yong stepped back slightly, surprised by the unexpected remark, and looked at Yeon Woo.
Yeon Woo’s awkward smile. The monsters gathered around them.
Monsters had always been humanity’s enemy.
They poured from the sky without warning, destroyed cities, stole precious lives…
Jin Yong had believed the same thing.
But watching them now, a small question began to take root.
‘The Tutorial Tower… who created that?’
The Tutorial Tower, thrust upon the world one day with a ten-year deadline imposed without notice.
With the decree that you’d die if you didn’t kill, the entire globe turned and poured all its strength into the fight without hesitation.
Yet if he thought about it from another angle, wasn’t it far too artificial?
What if the Space Battleship’s sudden appearance now wasn’t about destroying monsters at all—
but about destroying the Tutorial Tower itself, and the vast power behind it?
The suspicion was too enormous; Jin Yong couldn’t even organize his thoughts enough to voice it aloud.
And besides, the mere fact that his Hexagon had come back to life left him so overwhelmed that he had no room for anything else.
Jin Yong hesitated for a moment, then bowed deeply to Hwa Ryeon.
“My goodness.”
Next, he turned to Makros, to Gudru, to the Goblin Brothers.
“I’m truly grateful to all of you.”
He expressed his thanks.
“Honestly, I can’t yet say I trust you all completely… but this much, at least, I promise you.”
Jin Yong’s eyes gleamed with resolve—the same steely determination he’d worn seven years ago, right after his awakening.
“I swear I will never forget the fact that you’ve helped me.”
‘That’s enough.’
Yeon Woo nodded.
There had been risk in revealing secrets, but now—at least with Jin Yong—he’d forged a proper bond.
That bond would be invaluable to a man named Yeon Woo, someone still without any foothold in society.
Jin Yong turned to Yeon Woo and spoke again.
“How about using this Warehouse as a base of operations for you and your pilot crew?”
“Pardon?”
“I imagine they must find it cramped, staying only inside the Space Battleship. Don’t you think they need a place where they won’t draw attention?”
“Well, I suppose so…”
Yeon Woo glanced around the space.
Even for a clan leader, the Warehouse was far too large to simply hand over on a whim.
Besides, it wasn’t just a warehouse—the facilities were substantial, and in the back there was a break room fitted out like any proper dormitory.
Seeing Yeon Woo’s hesitation, Jin Yong smiled reassuringly.
“I was planning to relocate the repair facility elsewhere anyway. For now, we can list it as undisposed property, and if you like it later, you can purchase it formally.”
“Mm…”
Come to think of it, he’d heard something similar when he first rented the Warehouse.
He needed to hear from his crew as well, so Yeon Woo glanced back at them.
Silence.
“Gudru likes it.”
“I approve as well, Captain!”
“S-so we can eat Dubai stir-fried chili rice cakes, tanghulu with rice cakes, bibimbap and everything?”
There seemed little reason to ask further.
Though the offer had come out of nowhere, for Yeon Woo it was an incredible gain.
He nodded.
“Thank you, Clan Leader.”
“Haha, don’t mention it! In return, though…”
“?”
“Would it be possible for us to ask your help repairing our clan’s fighters from time to time? Of course, I’ll keep everything confidential. This sort of thing won’t happen again.”
What he’d thought might be something more secretive turned out to be a perfectly reasonable request given that Yeon Woo was receiving the space.
But then again.
‘I can’t fix a fully destroyed fighter anymore.’
A small but distinct pressure emerged: he’d need to secure one more spare fighter core as quickly as possible.

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