Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 98

Episode 098 Cultural Powerhouse (1)

Kwaaaaang!

The statue fell down, accompanied by a cloud of dust.

After the situation in Korea is finalized.

I returned to Paris to help sort out the situation in Europe and to look for traces of Barnaul.

There was no longer a Louvre in Paris.

The Arc de Triomphe and gardens of Cahuel, which came into the subspace together.

Now, all that remained in that spot was a hollow, rectangular space.

A long space with a slanted slope,

“Uh-oh!”

Kwaaaaang!

Thud!

Kim Sol threw the bowling ball towards the end with a shout,

The ten 'Venus statues' placed on the lower floor were destroyed in an instant.

The last Venus statue, which had been holding on for several times, finally fell down.

Kim Sol-i smiled faintly and said to me.

“Refill!”

“······.”

It was part of a kind of 'strength training(?)'.

Shot put bowling, targeting life-sized statues.

I too was possessed by an automatic bowling machine, and was occasionally arranging ten Venus statues in a triangular formation.

Unlike her who is incredibly peaceful······.

'It's not easy.'

Actually, I was troubled by various issues.

Especially regarding the plan to bring Avalon to Earth by consolidation.

'······If possible, it would be better to do it before entering Barnaul.'

Although reclaiming the knights' homeland was the primary goal, Avalon was also one of Barnaul's largest businesses.

If we could start the fight by taking over one of their supply depots, there would be nothing better.

Of course, it still takes time.

Even now, Pax was continuing his calculations to find Avalon's coordinates.

Maybe time would tell, but······.

Unfortunately, there was one more problem.

“Growth grade······.”

Consolidation.

There were special conditions imposed by the Chamber of Commerce.

The condition that the grade of a parent dimension cannot be lower than the grade of the merged dimension.

In short, it meant that Earth had to have a higher rating than Avalon.

And, the current Earth's rating is······.

[CCC+]

It was absolutely miserable.

Since being downgraded to [CCC] right after the bidding competition, it has barely moved up one level.

Deep down, I felt aggrieved.

“······No, you should have a conscience. Even after beating him up like that······?”

Wasn't it a measure of strength?

We have already beaten up alien thugs, including the Chamber of Commerce, several times.

Even though he had expected a lightning-fast promotion, his performance evaluation results were such that it wouldn't be surprising if he were cut the next day.

At that moment, Kim Sol approached me, spinning a bowling ball on her finger.

“No, little brother. It’s not all about skill.”

“······Or else?”

Then he started performing tricks by placing the spinning bowling ball on his shoulder.

“Guts! You need to have guts. Your current stats are good, but your actual rank is F. You have the skills, but you’re being undervalued because you’re a nobody. I think this problem will be solved if you add guts.”

"hmm······."

Kim Sol reflects on the situation using game terms.

At first glance, it sounded like bullshit, and it was indeed bullshit, but······.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“Now that I think about it······.”

A country bumpkin, a backwater, a country bumpkin, a smelly thing.

It was an expression that the extra-dimensional guys used to call us.

I don't know for sure, but from a multidimensional standpoint, the Earth seems very much like a wasteland.

It was an interesting interpretation.

Perhaps, it was precisely this ‘reputation’ that was the important criterion for determining the evaluation level.

“It seems like I need to build up my image outwardly······. So what should I do? Is there a way?”

“That’s something His Excellency the World President will have to take care of. Hehe.”

“······.”

It was Yoo Seong-cheol's doing.

He who started to dream of a world government because of me.

He was blowing air into his lungs like a hot air balloon and was excitedly talking about building a world government, and when he heard that Colonel Kim Jong-gyeom would become the first president, his family started calling him Your Excellency.

“······What are you doing if you’re the world government inside? You’re a loner outside.”

Of course, there was still a lot of work to be done on Earth,

The immediate priority was to reclaim Avalon and prepare for war with Barnaul.

'······It's definitely not easy.'

But it was hard to imagine how Earth could gain such 'fame'.

Because it's not possible to show off your courtship dance while looking at the stars in the night sky.

Just when my worries were about to deepen······.

"······huh?"

Kim Sol, who was throwing a ball towards the Venus statue, stopped in her tracks.

The sound flowing out between the broken statues.

As we cautiously approached, we could see someone weeping sadly while touching a broken piece of the statue.

“Khuhhhhhhh! Hehhhhhhh!”

'······What is this?'

At first glance, it was obvious that they were not of the Earth race.

Although it looked very much like an otter, there was no such thing as an otter wearing a silk shirt in the world.

He even wore a gold monocle over one eye.

dripping.

An otter shedding tears like chicken droppings through its stiff fur.

The guy shouted at us with his eyes reddened.

“Why! Why on earth are you breaking such a beautiful thing!”

“······?”

“That’s why the ranks are like that!”

I thought I found it.

A being who will appreciate the true value of our blue planet Earth.

***

“Hehe! Hehe!”

An otter breathing heavily, perhaps because it hasn't stopped crying yet.

The boy flailed his short arms and lifted the mackerel up to his protruding snout.

[Domestic fresh mackerel, 100g, 8 pieces, price is 16,190 won.]

The otter's name is Harris.

The guy introduced himself as an arts reporter for the multidimensional media outlet 'Ecos'.

I don't know what's going on, whether it's the multidimensional media Ecosni or the art reporter······. but it's not hard to see that this guy is so sincere about Earth's art that he's even shedding tears.

There was no particular fighting ability.

Instead, he was a guy who had the upper hand in power······.

“Excuse me, but could you please let me go of this?”

"no."

Now, with both feet tied, she was forced to eat the fish in a mermaid-like pose.

“Rather than that······ Finish the story you were talking about earlier.”

I asked.

Harris lost his mind over the broken statue of Venus.

Because the guy had already been talking about this and that.

Harris was neither an invader nor a refugee like the Manon.

However, with a clear purpose, he visited Earth after receiving a temporary visa from the Chamber of Commerce.

and······.

“······You were trying to take some art pieces before the Earth turned into a sea of fire?”

“No, I was talking about ranks.”

Coincidentally, the guy knew how to raise Earth's rating.

Harris brushing off his beard with his forelegs.

The guy answered, recalling his memories.

“If you have a good piece of work, you can attract the attention of multidimensional enthusiasts. Naturally, the reputation of the Earth will rise… and it will also affect the evaluation rating of the Chamber of Commerce.”

Harris added that the Earth's rating and development regulations apply regardless.

Just because the level goes up doesn't mean that monsters of the 3rd or 4th level will suddenly come to Earth.

Rather, there is a possibility that dimensions that wish to cooperate with Earth may emerge.

“Then, if this is the case······ how much will the rank go up?”

I took out the new item right away.

A sculpture titled “The Gladiator of Borghese”.

It was an ancient Greek object with a high, raised arm.

"oh······."

Harris was secretly impressed by the dynamic form of the statue,

But in the end, I shook my head.

“It will definitely help, but… just one piece of work won’t help you level up right away….”

“Is this not enough?”

I changed my route immediately.

I decided to try overlapping, mixing, and fleshing out existing works.

This time, I thought I'd properly scale it up.

“The actual way this work is done is······.”

Harris ate fresh mackerel shipped from subspace.

You might have guessed that I had some sort of inventory ability, but you probably never dreamed that I could actually duplicate objects.

Moreover, I believe that through it, I will be able to create an 'installation art' of enormous scale.

Changed the title.

From <The Gladiators of Borghese> to <The Gladiators of Borghese>.

Hundreds of statues rose up from the flat land, and the sight of gladiators showing off their dignified postures quickly transformed into vivid scenes of gladiators engaged in fierce battles.

“······.”

Harris is slowly losing his voice.

But it didn't end there.

Could it be that he was a prisoner caught in the fight?

The statue of Michelangelo's Dying Slave, with its body twisted in a tragic manner, was displayed.

By setting up the <Rebellion of the Captive Slaves> at the midpoint, he radically portrayed the slaves rising up like angry waves to overturn oppression.

“Huhhh······ Huh······.”

Harris, breathing slowly and heavily.

The statues that appeared one after another and connected each other were creating a magnificent drama.

Chooah! Chooah!

Now it was the end.

When I discovered the goddess of victory, Nike, coming in on a boat from far away······.

“······.”

Harris's cotton-like mouth was wide open.

A guy who is kicking his feet in an adorable manner as if he can't stand it any longer.

As we untied the rope, the creature swished its tail and gazed at the statue with awe.

He twitched his short hands, trying hard to hold back the exclamation that was about to burst out······.

“Heh heh heh heh heh! Heh heh heh!”

The admiration I had tried so hard to hold back came out in torrents of tears.

If the Earth becomes a sea of fire, the artwork will undoubtedly disappear without a trace.

“How could such a beautiful thing disappear! Hehehehe! Ugh!”

The news Harris delivered wasn't just about a ratings upgrade.

He also knew that the war with Barnaul was about to begin, and he was an art reporter for Echos who had come to Earth to preserve the art that was about to disappear.

Thanks to you, I was able to hear it.

A month later, Barnaul will set foot on Earth, and it will include ten black magicians of the sixth rank.

He was a guy who predicted Earth's defeat without any reason, and that's probably why he burst into tears······.

My feelings toward the work were sincere.

“I’ll write an article. This kind of work will make both the connoisseur and the collector shake their butts.”

Because I finally picked up the pen.

Special conditions were also added.

As Earth is not yet fully self-sufficient, we have decided to selectively distribute articles on dimensions that are favorable to art.

Mainly those that have little interest in invasion or maintain neutrality.

“That alone would be enough to help raise the rank. With a work of this scale, it’s definitely······ tsk tsk!”

Harris can't take his eyes off the pieces.

I too was taken aback by that strong reaction.

'······I didn't know it would be staged this spectacularly.'

Compared to when I only showed one, the reaction was completely different.

It's unfortunate for the original creators, but they mixed up a lot of things and ended up creating a completely different work.

But thanks to that, Harris was inspired and took action to ensure the safety of the Earth.

'Now the evaluation grades will be resolved somehow.'

One condition for attracting Avalon was met,

There was one more thing left that absolutely had to be prepared.

'Ten sixth-tier black magicians······.'

I could roughly estimate their power.

Because the Guts that faced off right here were ranked 6th.

But the problem was the illusion of those who could avoid attacks from outside.

Of course, if you use the knights' aura, you can destroy that illusion······.

'Even so, ten people is a bit······.'

The knights of Camelot alone could not shatter so many illusions.

So it was a natural progression.

More ‘Auror users’ need to be trained in Pax FC.

He planned to use knights including Lancelot as training instructors and to select Paxman who had awakened their bodies and provide intensive training.

First of all······.

“Aby!”

“Ahhhhhhhh! No!”

Kkwadduk!

Over there, the martial arts character who is destroying the Venus statue.

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