Level 4 Human in a Ruined World-Chapter 150

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Chapter 150: Hot Stock (3)

Born on the battlefield, owner of the Hundred Thousand Swords Mountain, the Destruction King Dogo.

Also the chairman of the intergalactic weapon brand “Dogo,” he was a giant standing at a height of 4 meters, his entire body covered in armor.

‘Wow, what’s this? That tombstone was some sort of flying ship.’

Clang clang…!

As the bottom of the tombstone opened, Dogo appeared suspended in midair, leaving Yeongwoo unable to help but admire.

It was astonishing that the founder of this mega-corporation, with shareholders spanning across the universe, was of a humanoid race.

At least outwardly, Dogo’s body proportions and number of limbs seemed identical to humans.

Of course, with a helmet completely covering his face, it was impossible to tell if his eyes, nose, and mouth were intact.

‘But we’ve seen humanoid species before. Perhaps the chairman is the same.’

Meanwhile, as Chairman Dogo effortlessly soared dozens of meters above, he murmured while gazing at Lemu’s cuboid structure.

–Be thankful that this is a commercial zone.

At that moment, Dogo’s right hand rested near the sheath at his waist.

Had this not been a commercial area, he would have drawn his sword without hesitation.

‘…Truly befitting of the head of a weapons manufacturing company.’

Simultaneously, it indicated that even Dogo couldn’t defy the universal laws.

‘How does the world outside Earth function?’

Dogo, the founder of a weapons company born on the battlefield, and Lemu, a cosmopolitan pornography producer whose species remains unknown.

Just by observing the two major corporations present here, one could understand the vastness of the universe, as evidenced by the expressions used by the traders encountered thus far.

And there was undoubtedly a clear hierarchical system.

‘If what Kubu says is true, then my current universal ranking is Grade 7. Just judging by the rank, I have a higher status than those who trade across multiple planets. How is this possible?’

Initially, I was even Grade 12, they said.

In other words, one’s status in the universe varies depending on what one achieves.

Then, could someone who was just a resident of a single planet establish a cosmic enterprise like “Dogo” and make a name for themselves?

“…”

As Yeongwoo stared blankly at Dogo hovering high in the sky, he soon began descending towards him.

How does he manage to float in midair like that?

Is it a feature of his equipment? Or a racial characteristic?

As Yeongwoo scrutinized the figure before him, Dogo, approaching within 3 meters above his head, glanced down at him.

No, at least that’s what it seemed like.

Dogo wore a helmet shaped like some sort of beast, with no exposed areas for the eyes, hence no gaze was visible.

“… Chairman, nice to meet you.”

Yeongwoo managed to correct himself from stumbling over his words as he faced the founder of Dogo.

While he didn’t exude a unique aura like Dogo’s shareholders, his mere presence was imposing.

However, whether it was due to his position or his actual skill, Yeongwoo couldn’t tell.

At any rate, one thing was certain.

–Looking at you like this, I can see that you have grown taller.

Dogo, the founder of Dogo, who was also occasionally observing the daily life of the new advertising model Yeongwoo.

“It’s… an honor.”

Yeongwoo expressed his gratitude even though he wasn’t sure what he was honored for.

While doing so, he noticed the damaged and dented parts of Dogo’s full-body armor.

‘Unbelievable.’

Who or what could inflict physical damage on such a giant?

‘Or maybe it’s his sense of aesthetics…? A testament to his various battles?’

In any case, from the fact that he could threaten Lemu, it seemed that the chairman’s status was extraordinary even on a cosmic scale.

So Yeongwoo had no choice but to ask before accepting the contract.

“Chairman, if I may.”

―Speak.

“It may be an intrusive question, but… what is your rank?”

If Dogo were Grade 2 or above, he would have to use the Golden Orb right here and now.

After this moment, there might never be another opportunity to see someone of Grade 2 or higher.

―…

After receiving Yeongwoo’s question, Dogo, who had been gazing at this Earth-originated advertising model for a while, placed his hand on the dented part of his armor.

―As for myself, the Destruction King Dogo is a Grade 3 entity in accordance with universal law. Regrettably so.

Regrettably, indicating that Dogo already knew about Yeongwoo’s achievements.

Then Dogo raised a finger encased in armor, pointing towards the distant cuboid.

Swish.

―The despicable Lemu is a Grade 4 entity. Since he will leave no achievements behind, he will remain there until his demise.

In other words.

‘A being of a cosmic business level is roughly Grade 4. If one reaches the level of founding such a business, they move up to Grade 3.’

Of course, judging by the expressions used to describe Dogo, he didn’t seem like a mere elder merchant.

The titles used by cosmic figures are based on factual achievements.

It is as if Yeongwoo can use the epithet “the strongest in the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, a human of Earth,” just like that.

In other words, Dogo is essentially recognized as a destroyer by the universe.

‘Well then… Just how high are Grade 2 entities…?’

Suddenly, memories of when Kubu was just Grade 9 resurfaced, unable to even dare to describe Grade 2.

Perhaps achieving the “Golden Storm” accomplishment, which he once thought could be easily achieved, had become more elusive than ever.

“Um, then… How can one meet entities of Grade 2 or higher? Have you ever met them, Chairman?”

When Yeongwoo asked again, Dogo chuckled softly from within his distant armor.

–If you cause enough trouble, you will undoubtedly meet them. There’s a possibility for you as well.

Although it was an ambiguous expression, Yeongwoo interpreted it as meaning that Dogo, too, had encountered Grade 2 entities due to his cosmic troubles.

And also known as ‘Stubborn’ by the system, Jeong Yeongwoo 07.

‘At this rate, I might meet them someday.’

In truth, to truly cause trouble, perhaps the lewd advertisement side…

Swiftly, as Yeongwoo’s gaze unintentionally shifted towards Lemu, Dogo, sensing it like a ghost, swiftly drew his sword like lightning.

“Yikes.”

Wish!

In the blink of an eye, Dogo’s sword was inches away from Yeongwoo’s nose.

However, neither Yeongwoo’s Joseon swordsmanship nor Rohm’s Bottom embedded in the Golden Trail on his back responded.

Perhaps because there was no intention to harm the opponent, neither Yeongwoo’s martial skills nor Rohm’s Bottom reacted.

–Becoming vulgar is not a bad way to become famous.

—But.

As Dogo slowly pulled back the sword he had thrust at Yeongwoo, creating a straight line, spikes spread out around that line, emitting a bright light.

So, this was…

‘A contract written with a sword.’

It was exactly what Dogo had said when he first arrived on Earth.

He had actually written a new contract with his sword.

And at the same time, the contract given by Dogo’s shareholders disappeared without a trace.

–Your battles already belong to Dogo. Do not fight with mud on you.

Dogo used surprisingly poetic expressions for a Destruction King.

But if the power of the contract he offered wasn’t impressive, then those words would just be empty.

“…”

With a tense heart, Yeongwoo reached out towards Dogo’s new contract.

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And as his fingertips touched the contract with the spike pattern, a completely different format appeared before his eyes for the first time.

Woah!

Suddenly, as if a space opened up before his eyes, characters began to appear within.

Most notably, the name of the original contract attached to the top of the contract caught Yeongwoo’s eye.

「Contract: Dogo-107-IIIIII_II-Tier 1」

‘Tier 1? Is it because it’s a direct contract with the founder?’

The name “Dogo” on the contract represented the subject of the contract or the party executing the contract.

And the barcode following it was Yeongwoo’s unique code.

So, the number 107 between the names of the two parties was probably…

‘The number of 1 Tier contracts Dogo has executed so far.’

It was a reasonably based inference.

Previously, the number attached to the advertising quest contract with Dogo was an astonishing “49523”.

「Contract: Dogo-49523-IIIII_II-2 Tier」

In other words, Dogo had generated nearly 50,000 Tier 2 contracts thus far, and there were 107 Tier 1 contracts, including this one.

Then, what about Lemu?

「Contract: Lemu-8739-IIIIII_II-Tier 2」

Although the contract Lemu offered was also Tier 2, the number was only 8739.

That could mean his experience was much shorter compared to Dogo.

‘Now I’ve learned a bit about reading contracts.’

As Yeongwoo finished reading the contract’s header, the main content finally appeared line by line.

(Required) [Permanent Space – Tattoo]

– The headquarters’ mixed advertisement will be broadcasted on the “Tattoo” space.

‘Oh, this seems to be a standard contract. Similar to Lemu’s.’

So, the characteristics of the company would be revealed in the subsequent optional selections.

However…

“Huh…?”

In this contract from Dogo, there were no optional selections.

#Basic Fee: 10 million Karma per week.

#Basic Contract Period: 4 weeks.

Immediately, the standard payment for a Dogo contract was indicated.

‘What? It’s supposed to be a Tier 1 contract. But this is much worse than Tier 2…?’

Just as Yeongwoo was skeptical, at the moment when he had doubts about the level of salary that cannot even follow Lemu’s proposal….

Boom!

A condition labeled “Special Agreement” appeared beneath.

(Special Agreement) [Owner of Myth]

– Upon the conclusion of this contract, the headquarters must provide you with one piece of equipment of myth grade.

(Special Agreement) [Expensive Beads of Sweat]

-「Dogo」 will obtain an encyclopedia.

– If you choose a type, Dogo will acquire one within two days.

– In case of failure to meet the deadline, the headquarters will pay a penalty of 100 million Karma.

‘My goodness.’

Seeing the contents of the special agreement, Yeongwoo couldn’t help but be astonished.

Especially the last item, “Dogo,” referred not to the company but to the founder, Dogo.

If you specify the type of encylcopedia you want, Dogo will personally fetch it for you.

‘Is the chairman going to venture into the higher dungeons himself…?’

This was something that couldn’t be valued in terms of money.

And above all…

‘Mythical equipment. You can’t even buy it with millions.’

The merchants from other dimensions sell at most legendary-grade items for legendary accomplishments.

And the grade above “legendary” would be “mythical.”

How would one obtain mythical-grade equipment?

Yeongwoo couldn’t even imagine, which is why he was captivated by the contract directly proposed by Dogo.

And it seemed…

‘Dogo doesn’t have much cash on hand right now. Probably because they have so many contracts in progress.’

With already executed Tier 2 contracts alone, Dogo had nearly 40,000.

There were all reasons why Dogo’s shareholders were dismayed when Lemu appeared as a competitor.

‘So, in the end, the chairman is selling off his own inventions…?’

–Your battles already belong to Dogo. Do not fight with mud on you.

Yeongwoo recalled the chairman’s words once again.

“Alright, Chairman.”

–Is the contract concluded?

“Yes. I will contract with Dogo… I mean, with the chairman.”

As Yeongwoo finally approved the contract with Dogo, he could feel the chairman nodding inside his helmet.

–A wise decision.

And then, he addressed the shareholders who were still waiting in the background.

–I will call for Hundred Thousand Swords Mountain on this planet. Erect a defensive barrier.

And then the shareholders started to murmur with astonished eyes.

In fact, the mythical-grade equipment offered as a special agreement was the chairman’s personal possession.

And Yeongwoo could sense this fact discreetly.

‘Mythical equipment is not something you can easily come by.’

On the other hand, witnessing the entire process of this great undertaking, Yangju Strongest sword Cho Jongseon muttered in disbelief.

“Hundred thousand… What? What’s coming now?”

[TL/N: Poor woman ]

[PR/N: Let her and her city be man well her city doesn’t exist anymore]

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