The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 88

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 88

Han Gru covered his mouth with both hands to prevent it from opening and his eyes trembled.

‘Why does this work?’

And so Han Gru stuffed his cheeks full of acorns and transported them to the warehouse.

“Uweeek.”

The acorns that fell from his mouth rolled all over the warehouse floor with a clatter.

With each acorn that dropped, he felt like he was gradually losing something as a human being.

‘Han Gru, why are you doing such things…?’

A 4-year-old suddenly questioning the meaning of his existence.

His sense of purpose to find Ham Honggi began to fade slightly as doubts about the current situation boiled up.

‘Han Gru, aren’t you a flying squirrel? Aren’t you a king?’

The RP Dungeon was a world that showed no mercy even to kings.

And so on the third day.

What Han Gru discovered was this.

‘Are these squirrels primitive?’

When Chaeche, who had offered to make a meal for Han Gru, trimmed a potato with a stone knife, he thought he might faint.

The Squirrel Tribe worked hard day and night, but they lived poor and primitive lives. Han Gru, who had to work alongside the Squirrel Tribe, also had to live that same primitive life.

‘Han Gru can’t stand this!’

On the morning of the third day. Han Gru, who had taken a clean bath in cold water, clenched his mouth shut with his squeaky clean face.

Han Gru was an S-Rank Production-type Hunter born in modern society. He would never get used to primitive life, nor would he need to.

‘Then there’s only one way.’

Han Gru opened his ‘Expand Bag Bag’ and rummaged through it.

His thick tail swayed gently from side to side.

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“Squeak.” (This is serious, at this rate we might not be able to meet the deadline.)

Chaeche straightened her bent back and spoke worriedly.

Recently, for some reason, the contaminated land had expanded too much, causing the oak trees’ lifespan to shorten in an instant, throwing their schedule into chaos.

They needed to quickly plant, grow, and harvest acorns, but even pulling out the oak trees that had reached the end of their lifespan was proving difficult.

“Squeak squeak.” (We must manage it. If we can’t deliver the acorns, it’ll be a disaster. The collection day is approaching.)

Soon the Snow Leopard Tribe’s tax collector would come.

While there was still time before the ultimate ‘Special Purification Acorns’ collection day, they also had to regularly deliver ‘Regular Purification Acorns.’

But if the tax collector saw them struggling, there might be trouble.

At the thought of the Snow Leopard Tax Collector, the squirrels drooped their ears and tails.

If that tax collector rushed back to the Imperial Palace to report the situation, the Imperial Palace might send terrifying snow leopards to swallow all the squirrels in one gulp.

Or they might order the snow leopards to drag all the squirrels to the contaminated zone and dump them in the swamp.

As a gloomy atmosphere settled in, the young squirrels spoke up.

“Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak!” (Let’s cheer up! The Sky Squirrel has come too.)

“Squeak!” (That’s right! The Sky Squirrel is here!)

A few positive squirrels nodded their heads in agreement, but the other squirrels looked around nervously and reduced their chatter.

The young sky squirrel from the Other World wasn’t particularly strong and his cheek pouch capacity wasn’t impressive either. He was just cute and adorable.

Incompetent cuteness wasn’t a problem for the squirrels, but it was a big problem for him personally.

When the Farm’s harvest wasn’t good, the Snow Leopards would first target that young sky squirrel for punishment.

In that case, wouldn’t he be someone the squirrels should protect instead?

The atmosphere among the squirrels, whose combat power was infinitely close to zero, became even more troubled.

“Squeak squeak!” (But if Master returns, we won’t be afraid of the tax collector either!)

At the title of Master, they nodded their heads once again.

Our sky squirrel was still too young to hide his ears and tail, but Master was different.

He was a proper adult squirrel beastman, and though he was a stranger from the Other World, he was the strongest male among the squirrels.

A few days ago, several members of the tribe had clearly witnessed him suddenly appear and easily defeat the Contaminator, protecting the squirrels.

Right after that, he had suddenly departed saying he had other business to attend to, but after the young squirrel called the man Master, everyone was tacitly serving him as both Master and fortress.

“Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak squeak!” (Right, there’s a way! Let’s each just work hard at our tasks!)

“Squeak! Squeak squeak!” (Good! Let’s work hard to protect the Sky Squirrel!)

It was then that the reinvigorated squirrels began busily moving their hands again.

Clank, clank!

When a dull noise of something stepping on and crushing the stones on the ground was heard, the squirrels raised their heads. The source of the noise was definitely approaching them.

“Squeeeak?”

“Squeak?”

The eyes of the squirrels who had been struggling to pull out trees with their hands wavered.

‘What on earth is that thing?’

The one skillfully pedaling that yellow, massive thing approaching them was definitely their king.

Han Gru, who had been cheerfully pedaling, made a swooshing sound as he turned the vehicle around and stopped it in front of them.

Getting down from the seat and patting its body, the squirrels surrounded Han Gru in a circle.

It had a body large enough for one person to sit on, with a long arm attached. And at the end of that arm was a yellow shovel with teeth.

The squirrels touched it here and there like blind men encountering an elephant for the first time.

‘Everyone’s surprised.’

In such a primitive society, this would be quite shocking.

Feeling proud, Han Gru leaned his back against the vehicle and crossed his arms, glancing at the squirrels while continuously being conscious of their gazes.

‘Hurry up and ask what it is.’

Chattering first without being asked wouldn’t preserve the king’s dignity.

Pretending his goals were elsewhere, pretending he had no interest in being king, Han Gru was fully immersed in his role as the sky squirrel king of the squirrels.

And the squirrels were also glancing at Han Gru one by one.

‘The king is really striking a pose.’

‘He’s waiting for something.’

‘He’s posing and waiting?’

Just when Han Gru couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to open his mouth, Kiki, the oldest squirrel, asked for him.

“Squeeeeak. Squeak squeak.” (Your Majesty, what on earth is this thing?)

Hoot. Han Gru curled up the corner of his lips into a smirk.

“Ah, you guys wouldn’t know. This here, you see. In my world, we call this a Pokuraing.”

An electric toy heavy machinery series for children themed around car animations. Among them was an excavator that Han Gru had modified.

“Han Gru modified it a little with his power.”

Since he had combined a game pad and installed control sticks, unlike existing products that only mimicked the real thing, this could actually operate like a real excavator.

[Tayo! Mighty Excavator (D)]

Mighty power!

Han Gru held the pad and moved the excavator to easily uproot the oak trees, then flung the trees contained in the shovel and stacked them up neatly.

Using the excavator, 10 trees from the farm were pulled out in the blink of an eye with swift motions.

The squirrels’ eyes filled with amazement.

“Squeak!”

“Squeak!”

All the members of the Squirrel Tribe knelt down before Han Gru.

‘Hoot.’

Han Gru lifted his head proudly and brushed his nose with his index finger.

“With just the excavator, one day is enough to pull out all the trees!”

Amazing! The squirrels’ eyes sparkled.

That young king was not an incompetent and cute flying squirrel.

He was a competent and cute flying squirrel!

This was truly the beginning of the Squirrel Tribe industrial revolution brought about by the flying squirrel.

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