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Chapter 334: Earning Foreign Currency (2)

—Hey, Little Foot? What on earth are you doing?!

In a surprised voice, Bantubangtong scolded him, but Yeongwoo, who had already taken off the upper armor, was unlocking the clasp at his waist.

Clink!

"Master Bang... I\'ve found a way to bring in a massive amount of military funds from outer space. However, unfortunately, this is the only method."

Thunk!

Then, the lower armor, split into two, dropped to the ground.

The tattoos Yeongwoo had been hiding between his thighs were now exposed.

"Huh? You rascal, why do you have so many tattoos there?"

As expected, Jeonggu widened his eyes and pointed at Yeongwoo’s tattoos, though only for a moment.

Rustle!

Yeongwoo continued and even removed the chain mail covering his groin and buttocks.

"Y-Y-Yeongwoo…?"

Shocked by the unexpected performance, Jeonggu stuttered, while Bantubangtong, standing right in front of Yeongwoo, looked him up and down before taking a step back.

—…I don’t understand what this means.

In response, Yeongwoo raised his index finger, pointing to the sky.

Flash!

"In exactly one hour, we’ll fight the first battle on Tsushima Island."

—So?

"However, it will be a naked war."

—What?!"

A naked war.

For Bantubangtong, it was a phrase he had never heard in his life… no, even in the vast history embedded within his mind and heart, no one had ever come across such a strange term.

—Did you say... naked war?

"It\'s a preliminary battle before the clash with Mara. The victor in this war will secure massive military funds and gain peace for eastern Asia."

Yeongwoo clenched his fist, emphasizing the point that even the neighboring country, Japan, was now bordering northern Australia, thanks to the supercontinent Pangaea.

"But unfortunately… only those who are bare can receive the military funds."

—What nonsense is that? What kind of war is this…?

Bantubangtong was about to object when Yeongwoo silenced him with a single line.

"Because the one funding us is a porn production company."

—…….

Darkness seemed to descend over him.

Bantubangtong closed his eyes tightly.

—Little Foot, how far into darkness are you planning to lead us?

"Darkness? The path of vengeance is filled with starlight."

Yeongwoo pointed to a high-speed transport route, glittering like stars in the sky.

"However, for the stars to shine brilliantly, darkness must come first."

Swish.

Yeongwoo then lowered his hand, pointing at Bantubangtong’s body, and the Orc lord, who carried the history of his clan, flinched.

"It’s merely a temporary shadow to brighten the path of vengeance. But my little shadow alone isn’t enough. So, please, help me."

As he finished saying this, he took off his steel boots, and Bantubangtong instinctively covered his mouth.

—Little Foot! Are you saying that the light our brothers have forged isn’t enough?

Bantubangtong pointed to the already-glowing transport route, but Yeongwoo glanced back as if there were no other option.

Then, he spotted his father, who had been wearing a terrified expression from the beginning.

"Father, by now, I assume you’re ready."

"W-What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything…."

At this, Yeongwoo looked at Jeonggu with a terrifying gaze.

A look that seemed to say he already knew.

"Please, just a small but significant favor. Do you want to die on the eve of the ceremony?"

"Goddammit… what on earth do you mean by a ‘small but significant favor’?"

Despite his reluctance, Jeonggu raised his hands to his shirt.

He knew all too well that if he didn’t undress along with his son at this moment, everything would fall apart with all the Orcs watching.

Besides, hadn’t his son expressed his commitment by being the first to undress?

The kid was serious.

If he botched things here, he could truly die.

"This is just a dream…."

With an expression as if he was in a trance, Jeonggu took off his shirt, and seeing this, Bantubangtong looked on in dismay, a sorrowful expression coming over him.

—…Jeonggu.

For the first time, Bantubangtong addressed Jeonggu by his name.

In response, Jeonggu pleaded with the Orc lord, folding his ungroomed, unimpressive body that hadn’t seen proper enhancements.

"The talk about military funds is mostly true. Please, at least for my sake… help my son."

With these words, Jeonggu, with trembling hands, reached for his pants, but the massive shadow of the Orc lord, Bantubangtong, loomed over him.

And then.

Grab!

Bantubangtong seized Jeonggu’s hand as it reached for his waistband.

—Jeonggu! Though you’re human, you’re a great father. But how you ended up as Little Foot’s father remains a mystery.

Then, he looked over at Yeongwoo.

—Little Foot, show proper respect for your father. If you promise, I’ll create the shadow instead.

This was his offer to participate in this so-called naked war in Jeonggu’s place, on the condition that Yeongwoo pledged not to strip his father.

"Oh… Master Bang!"

Yeongwoo exclaimed with admiration, as though he’d been waiting for this.

Then he approached his father, along with Bantubangtong, both gripping Jeonggu\'s waistband, and he said,

"My father, Jeonggu, will not be stripped in this war. I swear on my mother."

Then Jeonggu, held by the two giants, murmured to Bantubangtong in a voice as if crawling out of a hole.

"Master Bang… thank, thank you…."

However, Jeonggu was practically as good as naked.

All the Orcs filled the area, staring at him with sympathy in their eyes.

Snap!

Bantubangtong let go of Jeonggu, and then began to remove the large iron armor draped over his shoulder.

Clang!

—But I’m the only one here who promised you a shadow."

He would undress and join the battle, but he refused to drag his brethren into such an absurd affair.

Of course, for Yeongwoo, it was enough that Master Bang alone was stripping down.

"Of course. I’ve obtained only Master Bang’s promise."

Little Foot, Jung Yeongwoo, knew very well.

As a mere honorary Red Foot, it was impossible for him to persuade all 17,604 brothers.

So the one Orc he had set out to convince was Bantubangtong, the vessel holding the history of their clan.

"Getting Master Bang on my side is like having the whole world as my ally."

At the moment Yeongwoo thought this, he heard the sound of metal clinking from within the crowd of red-footed orcs.

"......!"

It was unmistakably the sound of a clasp on armor being undone.

And then, a rough orcish voice came from within the ranks of brothers.

—In that case, who will honor Bantubangtong? Let me replace his armor with my own shadow!

Thump!

One of the red-footed orcs threw off his armor.

Since Master Bang had taken off his armor to protect his honor, the orc was now stripping himself in turn to honor Master Bang.

Such a thought was only possible because he was a red-footed orc who spoke and thought from the heart.

Of course, from a logical standpoint, the more orcs without armor, the less Bantubangtong would stand out.

‘Goddamn, that’s it. They’re here.’

Yeongwoo felt an inner surge of delight, just as he heard another clinking sound.

Clang! Clank!

Red-footed orcs, their chests burning with passion, began to undo the locks on their armor one after another.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yeongwoo shouted out,

“Tonight, we will create a night so dark that only the path of vengeance we’ve forged will be visible!”

Hwaaah!

At the end of his speech, Yeongwoo raised his hand to the sky with force, prompting the orcs, armor in hand, to raise their armor high in the air in unison.

Huahhh!

—For the path of vengeance!

—Tonight, our heavenly brothers will shine more brilliantly!

—For the brothers!

The lifted armor cast shadows so dense that the entire area grew dark, and seeing this, the other orcs widened their eyes and hurriedly began stripping off their own armor.

Clang! Clank!

It almost looked like a domino effect.

—My...my god.

Overwhelmed by the influence of Littlefoot’s rallying abilities, Bantubangtong stood speechless, unable to break the flow.

Then, as if remembering something important, he hastily asked Yeongwoo,

—Littlefoot! Littlefoot!

“Yes, what is it?”

—In Daemado, what exactly will we be facing? Though my brothers feel fearless now, it doesn’t mean that death won’t seek us out!”

[PR/N: Daemando is korean claim to tsushima island, altho lord bang saying that is crazy imo ☠️]

His concern was whether sending the brothers to battle in such a vulnerable state wouldn’t endanger their lives.

Despite the heated atmosphere, Master Bang was worried about the safety of his comrades.

“Ah…Master Bang.”

Yeongwoo felt a warmth fill even his heart, which was like poison and steel, and he clutched at his chest.

“Now that both of us are stripped bare, I won’t lie. Even I don’t know exactly what the enemy is preparing.”

—What?

It was the truth.

No matter how much Lemu might be a producer of indecent films, surely they wouldn’t strip their warriors and send them in unprepared.

There must be some kind of gear provided that made the lack of clothing irrelevant.

But on Yeongwoo’s side, they really would be going into battle unprotected.

So, for the sake of the brothers, the only possible plan had to come from Yeongwoo himself.

“I will handle all the combat. Master Bang, please just remain on the battlefield with your comrades.”

—Are you telling us not to fight?

A wall of 17,684 naked orcs.

All Yeongwoo wanted from the brothers was just that.

But Master Bang refused immediately.

—How far do you intend to insult us? If this war is about obtaining military funds, then it is also a war for our red-footed brothers.

“Master Bang!”

—The battlefield is a place for fighting. Don’t demand that we become cowards.

“Damn it! Then stop complaining that fighting naked puts you at a disadvantage!”

Yeongwoo almost blurted this out, but he understood what Master Bang was saying.

The reason why a naked battle was more dangerous for the brothers was because they would fight unafraid of death.

“Brother... I will try to figure out a way. I’ll ensure our brothers are harmed as little as possible.”

The best approach would be to clear the battlefield before the brothers even began fighting, though how feasible that would be was uncertain.

‘Using artillery fire, I can take care of the small fry, but there will surely be experts on their side too.’

Having a large number of troops also meant they could be swept away easily.

Though the brothers were quite strong, each one’s skill level was likely no match for even a top regional swordsman.

‘Then….’

Yeongwoo’s eyes widened, and among the red-footed orcs, Jeonggu, who had been blinking in confusion, approached him.

“Are we heading out now? Is it really all over?”

In response, Yeongwoo pulled out his prized ring, the ‘Wave,’ from his inventory and nodded.

“Yes. We’re almost done.”

“Almost…?”

“Our Seoul needs to share in the suffering, too.”

Yeongwoo then used the Wave to send a message to Seoul’s Strongest Swords.

≪In one minute, we’ll have an emergency meeting in Samseong-dong. I’ll lift the route restrictions, so come at the speed of light..≫

After a moment of thought, he added another line.

≪Any swordsman who is even one second late will earn a spot in this naked battle. Starting the countdown now..≫

≪59..≫

≪58..≫

As Yeongwoo began counting down, Jeonggu, who was watching his son, asked,

“What are you talking about? Even if we follow the routes to Seoul nonstop, it’ll still take at least five minutes. How will you catch any latecomers?”

Yeongwoo looked calmly at his father and replied.

“It takes me a minute just to go and unlock the route restrictions. Since everyone will be late anyway, it’s fine.”