I Reincarnated Into a Healing Game… and It’s a Zombie Apocalypse?! - Chapter 43

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Episode 43

 

“If my guess is correct, I’m probably the only one with this ability.”

 

Nana let out a short sigh.

 

“The crops aren’t even that impressive, and in a world where zombie monsters roam freely, if it becomes known that I have the ability to make land fertile and control zombies? I might receive even better treatment than a saint from the temple, at least initially.”

 

She paused and fell into thought for a moment, then frowned.

 

“But there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Even while pretending to revere me, they’d eventually demand payment. Without knowing where goodwill ends and calculation begins, I’d constantly have to give something up. I don’t want to willingly step into that kind of quagmire.”

 

Ishanka nodded, reacting as if he understood Nana’s words.

 

On the other hand, Sam had a face that said, ‘Is it really worth jumping to such conclusions?’

 

‘The interesting thing is, this belongs to the hopeful side.’

 

People could exploit her? She understood that to some extent. If used well, she could even live as enviably as a king of a nation.

 

Assuming Nana was the only person who had possessed someone in this place, she would be the only one with the Farmowner ability.

 

Now let’s move on to the despair side.

 

Someone with the ability to revive land and control zombies appeared in this devastated world?

 

On the surface, she could be seen as a hero-like existence who would save humanity.

 

But conversely, some people might say this:

 

“That woman is the very culprit who brought this disaster.”

 

“She’s the one manipulating zombies to attack humans.”

 

Of course, it was complete nonsense.

 

But the current world was one where normal judgment didn’t work. Could she expect people who had lost family members and seen friends become zombies to pursue truth with cold reason and logic?

 

Nana’s answer was ‘no.’

 

People react to anger rather than truth, and choose easy targets for resentment rather than complex causes.

 

And there would be no one more suitable to become that scapegoat than herself—a Farmowner with power but no combat ability.

 

Neither the hopeful side nor the despair side appealed to her.

 

‘This is why the greater the power, the more it must be hidden. Great power inevitably brings great annoyance.’

 

There’s a reason why hiding one’s strength exists, you know?

 

“So my conclusion is that I won’t tell the three people who came this time about my ability. Secrets become harder to keep the more people know them.”

 

“Then we’ll have to manage the farmland ourselves, at least until they return.”

 

Ishanka nodded calmly as if it were no big deal, but Sam beside him practically screamed.

 

“What?! I don’t know how to do farm work!”

 

“Still, what choice do we have? We’ll have to do it for now.”

 

Think it won’t work? You’ll manage if you try. I’ll make sure of it.

 

Ishanka’s eyes seemed to say exactly that.

 

“No, no, no! It’s no use cursing at me. I’ve never done labor like that in my entire life! What I can’t do, I really can’t do!”

 

To so openly say he can’t do it because he was raised pampered. You’re really something. Well, I suppose that’s how a prince would be.

 

“Then I’ll have to make you able to do it, won’t I? Among the abilities God gave me, there’s commanding workers…”

 

Sam, who quickly caught on to what meaning was implied in those words, jumped up from his seat.

 

“I’ll come up with a solution!”

 

As he hurriedly left the reception room, a popup window appeared before Nana’s eyes.

 

【Under specific conditions, Sam Lindberg (Samuel Rowell)’s random trait: ‘Mad Scientist’ will be temporarily activated.】

 

Asking him to do some physical labor and he becomes a mad scientist. My heart truly swells with grandeur.

 

At this rate, wouldn’t he come back with explosives that would blow up half the farmland? Something like ‘If I have to do physical labor, I’ll just destroy it all.’

 

Haha. Surely even if he went crazy, he wouldn’t try to blow up the farm. Considering the atmosphere of this game that aspires to a Victorian era mood, maybe he’d come up with simple farming equipment?

 

But Nana was thinking too optimistically. She overlooked how far the limits of a game that had long since abandoned historical accuracy could go.

 

So when the rain that had been falling for several days stopped and Sam appeared with perfect timing, she couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

 

“Wow. This crazy…”

 

What’s a giant robot doing in this era?

 

* * *

 

“Ta-da! Surprised?”

 

Sam poked his face out from the cockpit and winked cheerfully.

 

Yes. It’s surprising. You, who made a robot because you didn’t want to work.

 

“But how did you make a robot like this?”

 

Nana was genuinely curious. Creating a robot with current era technology was impossible.

 

No matter how much Sam was a mechanic who studied mechanical engineering in the Greenwich Duchy, this didn’t make sense.

 

“Ah, so your world calls this a robot? Nice ring to it. I was wondering what to name it. Anyway, there was a blueprint for making this kind of robot in the parts bundle you gave me before. I thought it couldn’t be made with current technology, but the design itself was interesting so I kept it, and then I suddenly remembered this blueprint the other day. So I thought ‘nothing to lose’ and tried making it, and the result is, well, as you can see!”

 

Nana withdrew her gaze from the cheerfully speaking Sam and looked at the giant robot standing in front of the farmland with coldly settled eyes.

 

The robot’s form was simple. The body was shaped like a large iron box with rounded corners. The legs looked long and flexible, but even at a glance, the center of gravity was seriously unstable.

 

Moreover, the creaking, screeching sound of gears grinding with each step was somehow frightening.

 

When Sam was recruited as a worker, she had received several parts bundles as an event reward.

 

Since they were all useless to Nana, she had given them all to Sam, but who could have imagined they would return as a robot?

 

Right. In a healing game that became a zombie apocalypse, what use is historical accuracy? From the start, it’s a game mixed with plenty of fantasy, so I shouldn’t expect such things.

 

Looking at the thin legs compared to the large body made her sigh automatically. Could that thing even take a single step properly? It would be fortunate if it didn’t just fall over.

 

Everyone had come out beside Nana, whose expression was growing increasingly sour.

 

“Your, Your Highness. What on earth is this…”

 

“Oh, Mister Lindberg came? Actually, this farm is managed by the ma.chi.nes I made.”

 

Seeing how he emphasized each syllable of the word ‘machines,’ Sam seemed to want to stress that he was making a significant contribution to Nana’s farm.

 

I’ve made such an amazing thing, so don’t try to make me do the hard labor of farming. You know what I mean?

 

It seemed to contain such meaning.

 

“Your Highness, who used to make only useless, impractical things and produce nothing but scrap metal, has grown so much…”

 

Uncle Brody sure knows how to cut people down with words, doesn’t he?

 

Brody’s eyes were teary. He looked like a parent feeling proud seeing their immature child grow up admirably.

 

“I’m truly happy that Your Highness is being helpful to you.”

 

So Nana couldn’t bring herself to say, “No way. That’s impossible.” And it was true that he was very helpful in areas other than farm work, and maybe that robot really could be more helpful than expected.

 

“Sam’s inventions really help me a lot. Haha.”

 

It wasn’t wrong, but why did it feel like she was saying something wrong? How strange.

 

“Well then, shall we try doing a day’s work with this?”

 

Sam pulled his protruding face back in and began moving the robot. The giant robot slowly moved and stepped forward.

 

Crunch!

 

Right onto the crops.

 

Being a giant robot, its footprint was also giant. Most of the crops that were just before harvest were reduced to ruins.

 

“Huh? Uh oh, this isn’t right?”

 

Sam frantically tried to control the robot. He tried to step back, but perhaps he touched something wrong because the robot stepped forward again.

 

Crush!

 

“Hey, you bastard. Get down here right now!”

 

Along with a lion’s roar mixed with anger, the command skill was activated.

 

Sam made confused “uh, uh” sounds as his body moved against his will, climbing down from the robot. As soon as he came down, Nana grabbed him by the collar.

 

“Tell me honestly! You decided to trample the field because you didn’t want to work, didn’t you?!”

 

“N-no. It was fine when I tested it, but why on earth…”

 

“C-calm down, Nana. If you’re not careful, you could be dragged away for insulting royalty!”

 

“The world has ended, so what use are royals!”

 

To Nana, whose precious crops had departed for the afterlife, royalty and everything else was meaningless. Unless the royal’s ability could turn back time and revive the crops.

 

“Uh… Sister? Look at that.”

 

When she turned her gaze to where Wina’s finger pointed, what she had feared was happening.

 

One leg of the robot’s screws broke with a crack, and the large robot body that had been supported by two legs lost its center of gravity and toppled straight into the field.

 

“Ah, aaaahhhhh! No!”

 

Crash! Bang!

 

It was the moment when half of the crops that had been cultivated all this time turned into compost in an instant.

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