Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 211

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 211

“…It hurts.”

Mason mutters as he opens his eyes wide.

“Ow, muscle pain.”

“I never thought I’d experience muscle pain coming here…”

“Hey, who stepped on me last night?”

Dawn with the sun dimly rising. The volunteers who had fallen asleep like they’d passed out last night begin waking up in pain.

The stinging sour smell brings them back to reality.

That there’s absolutely no romance in volunteer work.

That it’s not just about caring for and looking after the unfortunate.

That there’s no laughter in volunteer work.

Only a few people who have already experienced this kind of volunteer work several times get up naturally, massaging various parts of their bodies as if accustomed to it.

They drink water to wake up their bodies and put food in their mouths to soothe their stomachs that are about to feel hungry.

“But where’s Johann?”

“Don’t know? Did he go to the restroom…?”

Thud! Thunk!

A dull sound faintly transmitted through the quietly settled air.

With their eyes wide open, they quickly leave the dormitory building. They head toward the area near the dormitory where Johann had crossed the bent rods last night.

“…What’s with this kid?”

“Who knows?”

Last night, the 20-foot diameter ground that eight people had dug up to navel height for 2 hours.

Johann and some boy were swinging pickaxes and shovels together.

* * *

“Ugh!”

Early dawn when the sun hasn’t even risen yet.

Johann comes out stretching and twists his body this way and that.

Crack! Crack crack!

“Mm. I feel light.”

Maybe it’s because he recently helped build the annexes.

He was a bit worried because various parts of his body were stiff before sleeping, but after sleeping and waking up, he feels refreshed as if he slept well.

“It seems like it’ll be a while before the kids wake up…”

The same goes for this refugee camp.

At minimum, the sun has to rise before they wake up to do construction like yesterday, make food, and collect everyone’s laundry to leave for Kasanda.

“Hmm. I should just finish digging what I left unfinished yesterday.”

Even if he exercises and sweats, he can’t wash properly anyway. If he’s going to be equally unable to wash, it was better to do more productive activities.

Johann picks up a shovel and pickaxe and looks at the darkness beside him.

“Do you want to come too?”

Flinch!

The boy who had been watching Johann continuously since almost bumping into him yesterday walks out from the darkness.

He looks at Johann with trembling eyes.

“You seem to have something to say.”

“…Why are you going this far?”

A boy who was moved here first to this place, to this refugee camp where only a few tents had been hastily set up, because he had no guardians or parents.

After that, countless people came and went, sharing food, setting up tents, and treating those who were sick. They tried to heal them with eyes full of smiles and sympathy.

Among all those people, the volunteers’ actions were the same.

They only did what they were told. If told to collect laundry, they only collected laundry, and if told to move something, they only moved that.

None of them acted for a better direction like Johann.

But Johann was different. He stood up to someone twice his age and didn’t spare greater effort.

On top of that, he was even digging for groundwater like this.

He was doing with a smile what everyone had given up on.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

It’s not just because of what James Han wrote about great power comes great responsibility.

This is also experience.

Since he came to volunteer anyway, what’s the point of conserving strength.

“Also because I have the ability to do so.”

What’s the point of conserving ability.

“For me, doing what I can now is more important than regretting even a little later.”

“So that’s why you bought the medicine?”

He doesn’t know how much money 100 million dollars that the adults talk about is.

But he knows it’s an incredibly large amount of money.

“That’s right?”

“Ah, wasn’t it a waste?”

“That was also beneficial for me, so not particularly?”

“…?”

“It’s a profound statement that a little kid can’t understand.”

“What’s that…”

Johann suddenly appears larger in the boy’s eyes. His self-praising and nodding figure begins to shine.

“If you don’t know what it is, just nod your head. Then you’ll look less shallow.”

…Nod.

“Haha. Hey, want to try holding this?”

The boy puzzledly receives the shovel that Johann holds out and lifts it lightly.

Johann’s eyes light up seeing that.

“It’s not heavy, right?”

“Not really?”

“As expected…”

The boy who felt heavier than others with similar builds yesterday.

That’s why he was surprised, but checking like this makes it certain.

‘He’s naturally gifted.’

With muscles, physical strength, body.

Johann twists his lips.

“Hey. Follow me. You work too.”

“What?”

The thought of not wanting to suddenly comes up.

He said this and that, but he’s still at an age where he wants to play. An excuse reflexively pops out.

“I, I’m young though?”

“Wow, a man is concerned about age?”

“…Damn! Let’s go!”

Johann looked at the boy leading the way while fuming, at the boy who navigates well even in such darkness, and his eyes grew serious.

‘His eyesight is good too.’

“This is really tempting…”

But not yet.

Johann suppressed his rising desire and followed behind the boy.

* * *

“So you made him dig? For the reason that it’s boring to do it alone?”

He hides the conversation they had shared.

“Why? I built houses and hunted at a younger age than him.”

A boy who appears to be about 10 years old.

He’s at an age where he can easily handle this kind of labor.

“…That’s you, you little bastard!”

“There’s no difference between him and me, is there?”

No parents, having to survive.

If anything, the boy’s situation is better.

He receives protection from humans of the same species, eats human food, and can take medicine when he’s hurt or sick.

“And he’s probably stronger than Mason, right?”

“What nonsense…! I’m still an adult…!”

“If you arm wrestled right now, you’d lose one out of ten times, Mason.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

The surprised Flashes watch with gleaming eyes as the boy digs the ground refreshingly and efficiently.

“If he’s that good, it means he was born with it…”

A natural physique that any top-level sports player is born with. Now even baseball, which is just a hobby, becomes tempting.

However, the women think differently.

‘What good is being born with physical talent.’

If you grow up in an environment where you can’t demonstrate that talent, what meaning would even the most outstanding talent have?

It would be better not to have it at all, but being born with it would make you feel even more devastated.

Tears well up in the women’s eyes.

“And anyway, he and the refugees will use it, so it’s good to help.”

The boy will also feel rewarded later.

“You really…”

“Sigh. Fine. Let’s dig, dig. He’s dug quite deep in that short time.”

What had been navel-high was now dug to somewhere between the solar plexus and navel.

“But will groundwater really come out here?”

“If it doesn’t come out, we’ll have to dig somewhere else.”

“This bastard?”

“Hufanyi kazi (Not working)?”

“See. He’s asking if you’re slacking off after making him work.”

“No, that’s not it, if groundwater doesn’t come out here, we’ll have wasted our strength for nothing…”

Trudge trudge!

The Flashes who were about to argue shut their mouths when they spot people crowding toward them.

Hakuta, who was at the front of the group, opens his mouth wide when he sees Johann.

“…Puhaha! Aren’t you being too impatient?”

“What’s the point of leaving excess energy unused?”

“Whew. Youth is scary, isn’t it? But you can’t just dig anywhere.”

Hakuta looked at a young man in his 20s who said he had followed well construction several times, and the man sighed as he took out an L-shaped bent metal rod called an L Road.

“If you had asked me, I would have gladly detected it for you.”

Tanzania’s benefactor, Tanzania’s saint. Would such effort be wasted for such a person?

The mindset of picking up a shovel first for the refugees is both foolish and admirable.

“Look, see. Groundwater is where these rods cross each other…”

Swoosh!

“Huh?”

The L Road crosses. Something that had never crossed even once before.

Johann chuckled as he watched the people freeze in surprise.

“When did I say I dug just anywhere?”

This is a spot he marked using not only the L Road but also ‘Seon-gak National Master, Doseon’ and even the library.

‘The place where the distance between the head of deep, widely pooled groundwater and the ground is closest.’

That’s why he told his friends three days. Because it would be enough time for them to dig and have time left over.

The eyes of the wide-eyed people wavered.

* * *

Groan!

The excavator’s head digs into the parched earth.

It tears through the depth and width of earth that humans would dig down in an hour in just 5 minutes.

A wider and deeper hole.

A longer ramp that the excavator needs to exit through.

People who flocked in countless numbers to this tiny hope carry the soil the excavator dug with baskets, create supports with lumber in case earth might pour down, and make the ramp longer.

Countless people rush to do work that machines should do.

“Huh? Huh?!”

How much had they dug?

The color of the soil changes.

“Mo, moisture! It’s moisture!”

The faint hope grows even larger.

With hope that they can cool the throats of their children and families, hope that they can drink water until their bellies burst, they move without caring even as dirt and heat pound their entire bodies.

Clang clang clang!

Everyone screams and covers their ears.

“It’s rock! Rock!”

“Wow! It’s huge!”

A rock so large you’d mistake the entire ground for being made of rock.

“Bring rope! Rope!”

“No! Bring the drill and chisel first! We need to break this!”

People rush in again. Johann too.

The sun that had been high overhead sets as darkness slowly seeps in.

Grrrroar!

The excavator roughly spews black smoke as it digs out the last piece of rock and retreats.

“Done!”

“Is the excavator okay? What? You think it overheated? No way! That thing costs more than all the guys here combined-!”

Softer, more moist soil revealed as the nearly 8-meter thick rock is pulled out.

‘Isn’t this a lid?’

A huge, large lid that had been blocking water trying to rise up.

But what does that matter now?

‘There’s not much left now!’

Johann also grabs a shovel and is the first to get on the lowered ladder.

That’s when it happens.

Gurgle!

Johann’s eyes widen as he looks down at the strange sensation transmitted to his soles. His senses, much more sensitive than ordinary people, smell water.

‘It’s, it’s coming up?!’

No, it’s gushing up.

“…Everyone get out-! Don’t come down-!”

At his piercing warning, everyone looks down at Johann and the ground.

And they turn pale.

The ground moves up and down.

“Ge, get out!”

“Hurry up and climb up, you bastard!”

Panic-stricken, they climb the ladder without looking back and run toward the ramp where the excavator had exited.

Rumble! Grumble rumble rumble!

The earth’s cry that pressed them further, as if in anger.

“Run! Run!”

“Ahhh?!”

In the chaos where only people trying to run away existed, time suddenly slowed down. Mason and the Boy stumbled and fell.

“Oh, seriously!”

It was the moment Johann, who had caught both the fallen Boy and Mason in his arms, set foot on the slope.

Whoooooosh!

Splaaaaaash!

A roar that erupted from behind and covered them, and pouring water droplets.

Johann stopped and turned around, staring blankly at the water column shooting up into the sky.

The Boy clinging to Johann did the same.

“…Wa, water-!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

“It’s water-!”

Water. Life-giving water. Life-giving water that would feed my family to their fill and make this camp a more livable place.

Thrills rising from their toes, they hugged each other and jumped around, and people who saw the water column shooting into the sky also came running in surprise.

Johann also looked at the Boy and Mason and burst into laughter.

He did it.

‘This time too.’

A sense of achievement that made his whole body tingle.

Some emotion that reached his heart as he watched people crying and laughing.

The corners of his mouth that went up had no intention of coming down.

“Hey, come down. Now walk on your own feet.”

Johann began climbing the slope in the rising water, and Tanga was filming all of this, he who had received orders from someone at the airport.

* * *

The water rose to about half of the 15-meter deep hole and then stopped.

But no one was anxious. They knew it was full deep underground, enough to shoot high into the sky.

“You can’t come closer!”

“Do you want to get hit, or will you back away?”

People gathered around the fenced hole, no, the small lake.

“Saint-!”

“Avatar! My child is sick!”

“Haha. No, no. If your child is sick, you should go to the medical tent.”

“Ah! Yes, I’ll do that!”

People firmly grasp Johann’s hands as he wipes away muddy water and dust with a towel soaked in water.

A psychic who found groundwater that everyone had given up on as nonexistent.

No, already a member of the Holy Knights who protects the lambs according to God’s will, and a saint.

Hoping to gain even a small bit of energy, hoping that energy could be a small strength in this arduous refugee life, hoping he could send them back to their homeland again, they hold Johann’s hands and pray for comfort.

‘Yeah. Just think that way.’

Though he believes God exists, he doesn’t quite understand the faith of religious people.

‘Good things are good things.’

It’s good that there’s no need to explain everything.

While thinking this, various UN agency officials also approach Johann.

“…How did you know there was groundwater here?”

Johann and his friends who were already digging the ground at this spot. How could they find groundwater without even proper exploration equipment?

“I wasn’t certain. I just dug where I thought there might be some with shallow knowledge.”

“Hmm…”

The officials look at each other, conflicted, then nod.

A situation that seemed like God’s miracle in some ways.

They decide to believe in that superstitious hope.

“Then, do you think there might be other places with groundwater?”

Mtendeli Refugee Camp planned to accommodate 40,000 people before this year ended. The more water, the better.

‘Drawing water from Kasanda must have limits too!’

If water shortage problems arose in Kasanda due to the refugee camp, the refugee camp would eventually have to be dismantled.

But if there was water, that wouldn’t be necessary.

Refugees who had already fled leaving behind their homeland and country wouldn’t have to move again against their will.

‘Oh?’

“There are a few places…”

There are several places that ‘Daoism Master Doseon’ mentions.

“Re, really? Could you mark them here?”

“Maps are ambiguous, so I’ll show you directly tomorrow.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, they might all fail, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Of course. Naturally.”

After the UN officials who said they’d see him tomorrow left, Johann let out a deep sigh and rested his head on Emily’s chest.

“Phew. It’s tiring.”

Pat pat.

“My dear. You worked hard.”

“You worked hard too.”

Emily, who carried the soil people had dug outside regardless of her hands and body getting injured. He thinks he really got a good girlfriend.

“Look. You did it, Johann.”

“We did it.”

Muddy water in the deep pit sparkling in the sunlight.

When that mud settles and water purification facilities come in, the refugees who suffered from water shortage problems will also be able to breathe easier.

Johann, who sat down in front of the pit, moves his lips.

“You did it too.”

The Boy who was looking at the lake turns to Johann.

Johann smiles.

“Look. We did it in the end.”

Even though it was reckless work with an infinitely high possibility of failure.

Humans challenged nature and succeeded.

“So you should try challenging something too.”

Flinch!

“Challenge…? What?”

“Anything.”

Nonsense. Bullshit.

He’s a refugee. An orphan with no parents to protect him.

What could he do when he has nowhere to lean on, nowhere to go?

“You can do it. Because I did too.”

“Don’t talk crazy.”

“I’m an orphan too.”

“They said lying makes you a bad person!”

“I lived with wolves in the massive mountain range called the Rocky Mountains.”

Johann calmly recites his past.

“Like fate, I met a guardian and came down to the city, and gained these precious friends who readily came with me to such a harsh place.”

Gaining these friends was more valuable than the success of Billboard and Hollywood.

Friends who had gathered around Johann nodded and threw in a word each.

“That bastard is really making a person out of him.”

“We are adults, adults.”

It’s English the Boy cannot understand.

But it makes him realize that what Johann just said is the truth.

So his heart trembles.

He feels overwhelmed with fear.

“Th-then what do you want to say! What do you want from me!”

“I’ll become your destiny.”

Just like Larry had done.

This time, he himself would.

“…!”

The Boy shot up to his feet.

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