Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 212

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 212

Thud!

The hammer strikes a nail driven into the tin roof.

“Done.”

“Done? Really done?”

On the roof and below, friends and volunteers gathered shine their eyes earnestly.

Five houses they worked on from sunrise to sunset for the past 6 days.

Johann nods his head.

“…It’s finished!”

“Let’s go inside!”

“Wow! It’s spacious! Cool!”

Even though they had frequently entered the house until just moments ago, coming in again feels different.

The painful moments when their arms nearly fell off from mixing concrete, the moments of despair when carefully stacked bricks collapsed due to carelessness, the moments when Johann praised them for doing well flash through their minds, and tremendous emotion tingles throughout their bodies.

Emotion and achievement comparable to when they struck groundwater a few days ago surge through them.

They did it again. They really did it.

“Wow. Good work.”

“What? I can do this too?”

“Should I try construction work when I go back?”

They celebrate in their native languages and congratulate each other.

“If you challenge construction after just doing this kind of work that’s not even real construction, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“Oh! Did you come down safely, Saint!”

Johann wrinkles his nose.

Johann had ridden in a car around Mtendeli Refugee Camp at the request of UN Center Officials, marking 20 points.

Though water sprang up from only five of those points, people in the refugee camp began to revere Johann as a saint.

‘I thought 20 points wouldn’t look strange.’

Since it would look suspicious if groundwater was found at every spot he marked, he had marked 15 fake points, but he should have increased it to about 20 more.

Johann shakes his head and places his hands on his dazed friends’ shoulders.

“How do you feel?”

How does it feel to create and complete something with bare hands from start to finish.

“…Amazing.”

For them, it’s the first house they’ve ever completed with their own hands in their lives.

Thinking of people, especially orphans and elderly who are outcasts even in this refugee camp due to having no guardians, coming into the house they built while dripping with sweat to shelter from rain and wind, indescribable emotions surge through them.

“Still, don’t change your career path just because you built this house that’s not really a house.”

“I won’t, you bastard.”

“Would you really?”

Johann smiles bitterly inside at his friends who scold him for breaking the mood.

‘The fact that this is the limit is really…’

No matter how much Johann had used Absorption Reading on ‘Architect’, he had to build houses with only limited materials.

Though he built as sturdily as possible with the given materials, regret was inevitable.

“Let’s go. Let’s have a beer and build more.”

“…More?”

“We need to build as many as we can.”

It’s a camp planned to accommodate about 40,000 refugees, and with abundant water sources, they can now accept more refugees. Who knows how many more orphans and elderly are among them.

“Now that we’ve gotten the hang of it by building five houses simultaneously, we should be able to build fifteen at once!”

“…Yeah, let’s go. Let’s drink first and think later.”

This is the good thing about coming for volunteer work.

Unlike America where you can’t purchase alcohol before age 21 even if you’re legally an adult, here they’re complete adults and can drink without worrying about anyone’s opinion.

Just as they’re about to hurry off, anticipating the bitter and refreshing beer taste about to go down their throats.

“Oh! You really built it properly, didn’t you?”

Hakuta enters, tapping and pushing walls, examining between the floor and walls.

Beside him is the middle-aged overweight man in his 50s who had argued with Johann on the first day, the one who made Johann build houses.

Hakuta scolds the Middle-aged Man.

“If you have eyes, look. This is what you’d call proper living space, isn’t it?”

“Tsk. If you put that much effort in, who couldn’t do this…”

“So you still won’t acknowledge it? How many more did you build by skipping the foundation like that?”

He couldn’t even build more. He actually built 2 fewer.

“Fine. I get it!”

Annoyed, he approaches and stands before Johann.

“Sigh… I’m sorry. I’ll acknowledge my mistake.”

“…I’ll accept it.”

“Tsk. Is that enough?”

Looking at Hakuta, he left the building, and people are dumbfounded by his shameless attitude to the end.

“I’ll apologize on his behalf. He’s someone who never learned properly from the start…”

“Please speak comfortably. I’m not really a saint.”

“…Hahaha! Does it matter if you’re not one yourself? What matters is how other people see you!”

“Ugh.”

Johann grimaces and looks at the door the Middle-aged Man left through.

“Did you know him?”

“Hmph. As if.”

Since the Tanzanian Construction Market is so small, we just know each other through connections.

Hakuta’s eyes turn cold.

“Don’t worry too much. You won’t see that bastard in the camp anymore.”

No, he’ll be kicked out of the Tanzanian Construction Market entirely.

“How dare someone carelessly build spaces where people need to live?”

It’s because of bastards like that that factories collapse and bridges fall down.

“Ah, that rotten bastard. Oh, but more importantly, thank you.”

“For what?”

“Thanks to you, Saint, I realized how to operate construction teams.”

Previously, at least three technicians had to be assigned to each house.

One person to make mortar, one person to stack bricks, one person to maintain level and manage – a total of three people.

Each skill is essentially a livelihood, but since it’s better than building poorly and having it collapse, they operated that way, and volunteers could only do odd jobs like holding walls or carrying bricks.

But if you make workers and volunteers stack bricks like Johann did, and have technicians maintain level, all of this gets resolved.

The problem is that the technician maintaining level has to move frantically, but could they dare lie down and say they can’t do what even a saint accomplished?

“Such bastards die by my hand.”

“Ahaha.”

“Well, it’s also thanks to you, Saint, generously sharing your techniques.”

The volunteers will return soon, but there are as many as 10 Tanzanian workers who gained experience and skills building houses with Johann.

How to make foundations, how to lay bricks, how to make reference frames for vertical and horizontal alignment, how to place wooden beams, how to raise roofs – all techniques that earn high wages.

Johann just gave away all the techniques that you’d have to work as an unpaid errand boy under a technician for over 3 years before being allowed to observe over their shoulder.

“So we decided to share those techniques too, limited to this camp.”

If you want to learn, learn.

But come and work.

“Anyway, you’ll continue to generously share techniques like now for your remaining time, Saint…”

“So we don’t get called petty people?”

“Exactly.”

‘Anyway, only those who want to learn will come to learn, so how many could there be?’

Honestly, at any other time this would be impossible.

Each one is a livelihood skill that earns high wages. Who would want to easily teach techniques they learned with difficulty?

But for the period Johann, who is revered as a saint and acts like a saint, is here, they decided to be generous even if it’s regrettable.

Who knows. Maybe this kind of action will help when buying a ticket for the heaven train someday.

“You’ve made an amazing decision. It must have been really difficult….”

Johann also knows this because he used Absorption Reading on ‘Architect’. Passing on skills and know-how to complete strangers is nearly impossible.

“Uhahaha! It’s enough if the Saint acknowledges it!”

Everyone who made this decision will feel rewarded by these words too.

“Well, I’ll be going now, so rest up!”

As Hakuta disappears like that, Johann clicks his tongue.

“S-Saint.”

“Don’t do it. I’ll get angry.”

“Ah, why are you like that. Saint….”

Thwack!

“Guhek?!”

“Sigh. I knew this would happen.”

“Let’s leave that idiot and go. The beer is calling us!”

“Oh!”

It was when they were about to go outside.

“…I’ll go ahead first!”

Everyone pats Johann’s shoulder as they move away, and Johann walks toward the Boy standing in front of the house.

“Have you already finished thinking?”

There were still 8 days left before leaving the camp. Since it was a decision that would change his future life, it would have been fine to think about it more.

At those words, the Boy clenches his lips and fists tightly.

His eyes turn red hot.

“…I’m sorry. I don’t think I can go to America.”

‘Do you really think that person will protect you to the end?’

The words spoken by many of his friends who hang around together daily, fellow orphans in the same situation, make the Boy come to this decision.

“I know you’re a saint, but….”

“Really? That’s too bad.”

Very disappointing. Because it wasn’t something he said impulsively.

A decision that was never easy.

That’s why it was a decision that made him feel Larry was even more amazing.

“It can’t be helped. Then let’s have you learn here in Tanzania.”

Study and sports.

“What?!”

“Follow me.”

As Johann takes the lead, the bewildered Boy hesitantly follows behind.

The place Johann headed to was where the Tanzania Branch Head of the Flag of Salvation was.

“Oh, Saint!”

“Haha. There’s something I’d like to ask of you.”

“Oh, what might it be?”

“I want to build a comprehensive sports facility in Dodoma or Dar es Salaam.”

He wants to build a comprehensive sports facility in Tanzania’s capital Dodoma or second capital Dar es Salaam where various sports like track and field, soccer, basketball, swimming can be practiced simultaneously.

The construction budget would be 100 to 200 million dollars.

“And I want to provide 10 million dollars annually in scholarships. How many people could be supported with this amount?”

The Branch Manager’s expression hardens.

“We could support up to a thousand people. …If it’s orphans like that child, becoming Tanzanian citizens shouldn’t be a problem either.”

Johann grins at his quick-witted response.

“Please take charge of that work, Branch Manager. I’ll pay you a salary you won’t find disappointing.”

“Do you really trust me?”

“I trust those shoes.”

The worn-out sneakers with holes in the soles.

And his personality that he confirmed through the Library.

“I’ll also allow you to mobilize the scholarship recipients for volunteer work.”

“I’ll do it.”

The Branch Manager who shook hands warmly with Johann gestures toward the Boy.

Johann pushes the Boy’s back.

“From now on, that person will help you by your side. So from now on, eat everything you want to eat and do everything you want to do.”

Just like he did in Larry’s embrace.

“W-why on earth….”

“Because you and I meeting was destiny. And great power comes with great responsibility.”

Johann meets the Boy’s eyes and pats his head.

“I hope you can say these words to someone else later too.”

The debt of gratitude the Boy will carry can be cleared with that.

As Johann turns around with a grin, the Boy sheds tears while clenching both fists tightly.

“E-Engaku! My name is Engaku Turei!”

Engaku Turei.

It was the name of someone who would become a great athlete in the future, and the name of who would become the leader of the Tanzanian bombardment that would pour across the world.

Johann waved his hand over his shoulder.

* * *

“Do you have to go?”

The Young Girl who overcame pneumonia with the medicine Johann provided grabs his sleeve.

“Play with me.”

The 5-year-old Boy who experienced water play for the first time in his life thanks to the well Johann dug holds his hand.

“Saint.”

Eyes that stop Johann by grabbing his ankles.

“Now, now! Our Saint is trying to leave to care for other people in difficulty and hardship, so how can we hold him back like this? Let’s send him off with smiles!”

“…Have a safe trip, Saint!”

“Please save other people like you saved me!”

“Waah!”

A stone settles in his chest.

Even sitting in the chair, it won’t go away.

“Wave your hand. It’s what you did.”

“…It’s what we did.”

Emily’s hand stroking his thigh.

As Johann acts out a bright smile and waves his hand, the cheering grows even louder.

‘You take care too.’

He smiles toward Engaku Turei who is shedding tears and waving from afar, and the bus carrying them departs.

“…Wow, this volunteer work felt somehow special.”

“Is it because it was our first time digging groundwater?”

“Building houses was also a first.”

“I hope I can come with other volunteers in the future and say that house is one I built.”

“We can just come again next year!”

The inside of the bus quickly becomes noisy.

As they pass through the refugee camp gate, the Branch Manager sitting in the front stands up.

He looks once at Johann and his friends, the people who did such great work over the past two weeks, and shouts loudly.

“Now! Everyone please pay attention!”

The noise subsides and gazes gather.

“Did everyone sleep well?”

“Yes-!”

“No!”

“Oh my… Then please sleep now. You won’t be able to sleep properly for the next 8 days.”

What is he trying to say that requires setting such an atmosphere?

“We’ll purchase necessary items in Karagwe, which we’ll arrive at in 30 minutes, receive medical supplies, then head toward Kigosi National Park.”

And at each village we hear, 5 to 10 people will get off.

Rustle!

“These are villages we’ve been visiting for the past 10 years, and our staff members will accompany you as guardians, so you don’t need to worry about the situations coming to mind right now.”

Just don’t forget the warnings given in Dar es Salaam.

“However, since the villages are located so far from the city, you shouldn’t expect the same conveniences as the refugee camp we just left.”

Through 10 years of support, there’s the minimum for humans to live humanely, but beyond that, consider there’s nothing else.

“Are, are there restrooms?”

“We built restrooms first.”

“Phew.”

‘Looks like there are only restrooms.’

The Branch Manager’s eyes, subtly avoiding their gaze, say exactly that.

“Looks like we’ll have a lot to buy, Emily.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah.”

Starting with sleeping bags, it seems we’ll need to buy everything imaginable.

“Anything else to… say? Oh, and you’ll be joining with Doctors Without Borders physicians in Karagwe, so please keep that in mind.”

Doctors and nurses from Doctors Without Borders who regularly visit villages like this for treatment.

Luckily, the timing worked out. Going with them means the village residents will welcome us more warmly.

“Then please rest comfortably for 30 minutes.”

‘As if we could sleep!’

The volunteers glared at the Branch Manager who had cleanly erased the emotion and inspiration they received from leaving the refugee camp.

Whoosh!

“Sigh. So this is how we part ways.”

“See you in 8 days.”

Johann, having sent off the reluctant Flashes, looks around the now empty bus.

The bus that had been packed full when they stopped in Karagwe, with items filling not only the cargo area but also cramming the spaces between seats, was now completely empty.

‘Are Rick, Emily, the Branch Manager, and the Doctor the only ones left?’

There’s also Tanga, who’s a photographer.

“It feels empty.”

“It has to.”

With all the friends who had been together getting off first, leaving only the two of them, it was bound to feel empty.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

“…Yeah.”

Emily gripped Johann’s hand tightly and leaned her head against him, while Johann watched the trees passing by.

* * *

“We’ve arrived. This is the place. Everyone just take your bags and get off.”

Johann and Emily, carrying their bags as they got off, opened their eyes wide.

“Wow.”

The forest scent penetrating their nostrils, houses with walls built from mud bricks and roofs made of dried grass.

Even the people wrapped in colorful cloth they’d seen in mass media made it feel like stepping into a movie scene.

Emily smiles brightly at a nearby Boy.

“Hello?”

“…”

Scurry!

“…I must be ugly.”

“No way.”

Johann comforts the dejected Emily while watching a group approaching them with quick steps.

‘Having a fence means they’re protecting the village from something.’

A 7-foot (about 2.1m) high fence surrounding the entire village.

Johann’s eyes grew serious.

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