Green Indian and Short-legged Blue Collar 3

Piuuung!

Kwaaaaang!

Blue light energy shot out toward the sky.

Hundreds of dwarves’ ‘special cannons’ fired simultaneously.

Piuuung!

Phew!

That alone was a dizzying sight, but…

However, General Felix, the Southern Army general in charge of this ‘Chicago Operation,’ could not hide his impatience.

“…That’s a pity.”

It was a mysterious and magnificent forest.

Despite pouring gas cans for several days, there was no significant effect.

And there,

“The infiltration team hasn’t come back yet?”

“Yes, as soon as they entered, the news started to cut off. I couldn’t even get through on the radio.”

All the agents who infiltrated the forest had gone missing.

Especially now…

“Hey! I told you to shoot evenly, what’s that?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I clearly instructed them to spread out and shoot…”

Kwaaaaang!

Kkwarung!

Firepower was wasted in a distant place.

“Why are you firing a shot where there’s no one?”

There was nothing. The bare ground exposed red by the bombardment. On one side of the dense forest, there was only a small circular bald spot.

“I told you to create a sea of fire! Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”

That was the original Confederate plan—strike every part of the giant forest without exception. And to avoid this, kill or brainwash the alien races that escaped.

But the adjutant answered as if he had something to say too.

“I’m not doing this on purpose! Look over there!”

“What do you want me to see…”

“Uh?”

Felix stood still.

What he discovered was…

Kwaaaaang!

Kkwarreung!

The Confederate artillery fire that was being driven in by an unknown force.

“…Why did it fall there?”

An attack that sucked in like a black hole, ignoring the laws of physics.

In the end, the Southern Army was unable to inflict any damage on the Great Forest.

The real problem was…

Phew!

They began to burst out of themselves.

That was the signal flare.

The ‘special cannon’ carried by the elder goblins. The red-hot barrel could not withstand the force and exploded.

Phew!

Puff!

Other cannons that were overloaded exploded together as if in resonance, and hundreds of brainwashed monsters nearby were caught in the massive explosion.

Jjiiiiiiii-

Ss …

Along with the tinnitus, the faint sound of the wind brought a belated silence.

Down there,

Thud.

Hood thud.

The torn corpses of the monsters fell into the sand.

“…What is this situation?”

“The cannons can’t hold up… This has never happened before…”

An entire battalion evaporated in an instant. It was hard to tell who got hit by the shelling. No one expected the dwarves’ cannons would bring about such an aftershock.

General Felix hurriedly gave instructions to his adjutant.

“Tell them to stop right now! Rest and then shoot!”

If overload was the problem, all they needed to do was take a break. Because Daesurim wasn’t showing any reaction anyway.

But…

“What… They won’t stop! The monsters…”

“What?”

Goblins, orcs, hybrid vampires, trolls, and even one-eyed people. They were creatures used and discarded like consumables. Monsters brainwashed by poisonous gas, uncaring whether they lived or died.

But those monsters started to get out of control. And the cause was…

Piuuung!

Piwoong!

Suddenly, there was a bombardment coming from the forest.

Kwaaaaang!

Kwaarrung!

An attack boasting powerful firepower rivaling that of a ‘special cannon.’

The sparks that escaped from the warhead enveloped the monster force like rain.

-Keeeeeek!

-Kaaaah!

Monsters shuddered in agony.

And…

The strategy chosen by these monsters was truly simple.

-Kaaaah!

Goblins spitting out evil words and pulling triggers like crazy. Intoxicated by the drug that aroused their murderous intent, the monsters lost their senses and fired their cannons madly.

“Stop! Stop it! Stop itoooooo!”

General Felix raised his voice, hoarse.

Even though his subordinates and other commanders relayed his instructions in perfect unison…

-Hehehehe!

-Heeheeheeheehee!

The monsters’ fiery frenzy showed no sign of cooling down. Monsters pulled triggers without thinking, driving stakes into the ground. Incoming artillery fire and explosions caused by overload obliterated the other-dimensional monsters from the battlefield one by one.

“Retreat! Let’s dodge for now!”

“Retreat! Retreat!”

All that remained was the command center. They avoided enemy fire by retreating behind the moving dwarf factory…

Kwaaaaah!

Phew!

The precise fire of a razor-sharp gunfire struck their heads.

It was as if someone was ‘looking down at them from heaven.’

Hururuk.

The Confederate command center engulfed in flames. Despite changing positions frequently and firing suppressive shots, nothing changed.

“It’s definitely there! Just shoot there…”

It was clearly visible. Their shells were spraying out from the center of the forest. But no matter how hard they attacked, the southern assault did not reach them.

Like that…

“AAAAAHHHH!”

“Haaaaaah!”

The command center of ‘Operation Chicago’ was engulfed in flames. The southern invaders, with high hopes of becoming the new rulers, were wiped out without a trace.

They didn’t know it yet. An attack flying from the Great Forest. The fact that it never touched the dwarves’ factory in the end.Sure! Here’s the revised version with only grammatical corrections while keeping the story unchanged:



Taaang!

Taang!

This is the dwarves’ ‘factory.’

Along the production line, there were about thirty dwarves lined up in a row.

Jiiing-

Pusheeeeee······

It was a space worth exclaiming in admiration.

Drrrrrr.

A conveyor belt rotated without stopping.

Forming press machines and plasma cutters worked tirelessly to process metal.

Induction heaters and welding machines were delivering the cylindrical barrel in just the right shape.

It was a scene that was almost perfect, but······.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeee······.”

“Eeeeeeeee······.”

However, the condition of the dwarves was not so good.

Taang!

Taaang!

Dwarves continued hammering without stopping.

Beneath their piercing eyes were pitch-black dark circles, and beneath their hunched shoulders and stooped waists, bulging bellies protruded.

Consciousness was slowly fading away.

Cooper, one of the dwarves, asked,

“······What are we doing now?”

There wasn’t even time to think about it.

Because they couldn’t stand the intimidation of the Earthlings, they were making cannons day and night.

But his fellow dwarf glared at him harshly.

“If you have time, turn the lever at the right time······.”

It was a reproachful voice, but even that had no power.

Just moving slowly and entrusting their bodies to the conveyor belt.

Gulp gulp.

The dwarves swallowed the black water that the humans gave them.

It was nice to wake up, but they kept getting nauseous because they felt sick.

“······.”

Cooper looked up.

Then he looked at the ‘factory’s’ power reactor installed on one side of the factory.

Tsk tsk tsk······.

A soft blue light emerged.

The light led Cooper back to his memories, but······.

“I don’t feel excited even when I see that light anymore.”

Nothing changed.

Humans had become the new invaders.

They took the joy of ‘making’ away from the dwarves.

-Stop adding useless details and make it just as I showed you!

-Hey, you lazy bastards. Didn’t I say you have to get 50 per hour?

A blueprint was just thrown out there.

It was an incredibly stupid structure that simply calculated the reactor’s horsepower as output.

A self-destructive method that could only eat away at durability with the impact.

Cooper shook his head, looking at the ‘horsepower cannons’ stacked high on one side.

“······That’s not it.”

The dwarves knew.

That items were not just simple objects.

On top of that, time, history, meaning, experience, and stories could be added.

Finally, the true talent of the dwarves was to superimpose these on objects.

“The tomboyish Ego Sword······ A bloody, magical vampire sword······.”

Unique, sometimes legendary equipment.

Cooper recalled the splendid glory his dwarven ancestors had created.

But······.

“What can I do with something like this······.”

What was actually in front of him was an embarrassingly small ‘magic cannon.’

And······.

That was when.

A dwarf who had been wandering around outside ran into the factory.

“Everyone, listen up! It looks like these guys are defeated!”

“What? Really?”

The Southern Army was the one who threatened and exploited them.

Most dwarves were delighted at the news of their defeat, but······.

“It’s all the same no matter who wins.”

Someone expressed a pessimistic opinion.

That was the truth.

Because for the invaders, the dwarves’ abilities were a hot commodity.

Since the mother planet came under the Chamber of Commerce’s ‘special management system,’ it had been several decades since it was sold to various places in the multiverse along with the ‘factory’ and was used like slaves.

They had no freedom in the first place.

The owner who held the leash changed from time to time.

But······.

“No, not this time.”

Cooper offered a new opinion.

“Let’s make a life-or-death decision.”

“Do or die······?”

“We’ll see for ourselves and judge. If that piece of trash tries to be the boss again······.”

Dwarves who became slaves.

But even they had one right left.

“We are destroying the reactor ourselves.”

The right to choose death.

The magic reactor was the very value of the dwarves.

To abandon it would be to expose one’s neck to the invaders.

“Hey, are you crazy, Cooper?”

Cooper’s bombshell statement.

The surprised dwarves flinched as if to say that it was impossible, but······.

“······Then are you going to keep living like this?”

“······that······.”

Everyone was silent at Cooper’s words, “Just like now.”

There was no choice.

A life worse than death.

That was the dwarves’ time now.


Wheeee······.

After wiping out the monsters in the south with bombing.

After checking the situation via satellite, we quickly left the forest.

Kkuddududuk!

This time the druids opened the path into the forest.

A wide, straight road, like a tunnel lined with trees.

Booooooo!

The motorcycle driven by Lee Yong-su sped along, closely followed by the druids riding deer.

The desolate plains of Indiana that we arrived at like that.

Was it meant to control monsters?

There was a white, toxic gas spreading everywhere······.

Clang, clang.

It had no effect on us, who were chewing on the World Tree.

After dealing with the occasional surviving monsters and remnants from the south.

Not long after······.

“······Is this what a factory is?”

We were able to discover the dwarves’ factory.

It was a truly curious shape.

A long building with a dozen or so chimneys lined up in a row.

Because hundreds of legs, arranged neatly like spider legs, supported the weight of the ‘factory.’

As the priest described, it seemed to be a truly ‘moving’ factory.

“Hey, let’s say hello.”

Now it was finally time to meet the dwarves.

We climbed up the ladder installed at the back and quickly entered the factory.

Immediately, what we encountered was······.

“······?”

They were dwarves with red cloth tied tightly around their heads.

Messy hair and sunken eyes.

But there was a strong will there.

‘······Is this okay?’

Suddenly, a worry came over me.

Although it was a relationship that required cooperation, we had not yet developed a proper relationship with the dwarves.

Moreover, they were already suffering greatly from exploitation by Earthlings until just now.

There was no way they would think well of me, a fellow human being.

Just as I was about to cautiously approach them······.

“Are you the new owner of this factory?”

A dwarf who introduced himself as Cooper spoke to me first.

“We don’t know what you want to achieve from this factory, but… If you don’t meet our expectations, we won’t work for you.”

“······Are you saying you want to test me?”

“Yes. From now on, you’d better answer the questions I ask you honestly.”

An unexpected test given by the dwarves.

Although I was not the owner, I waited carefully for his words to seek his future cooperation.

“First, can you guarantee an 80-hour workweek?”

“······?”

80 hours?

My head tilted by itself.

Was it because of my reaction······.

“······That’s why I said to make it 90 hours!”

“Oh my, I was too greedy!”

The other dwarves began to gossip.

How long had we been living as slaves?

Their concept of work was far beyond the common sense of Earth.

Cooper’s questions continued.

“Second, can you guarantee a holiday?”

“Ah, that’s it······.”

“Honestly, we can’t give you a holiday every week. We understand that. But we think you should be able to take a break at least once a month! We can’t back down from this!”

“······.”

A series of absurdities.

The dwarves’ mutterings continued.

“Is he really crazy?! He’s on his day off?”

“Cooper, you idiot! That’s a total no-no!”

And······.

LUNA-CAVE

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