The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Wants To Retire – Chapter 111

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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He was the one who moved alone in a world where everything had stopped.

But his sword was dull and powerless, unable to cut.

Hans blinked.

He couldn’t believe the trial of the ruins ended so easily. But he was mistaken.

The trial given by the ruin he was in was to overcome himself. Facing oneself was harder than facing a powerful enemy. But what the ruin read was Hans’s body.

To be more precise, it was the body of the future Hans that should have been there. But Hans was in a state where his soul had been swapped.

Even a ruin couldn’t read that far.

So, it could only read Hans’s vessel. And naturally, if his soul hadn’t been swapped, the future Hans would have appeared as the Time Stop Uncle.

But Hans, unable to grasp that, was just bewildered. And humans tend to compromise when their thoughts can’t keep up.

“It seems the difficulty of this ruin was low.”

Of course, the lore book stated that ruins themselves were valuable treasures, but there was a gap between lore and the actual game.

Especially if the first ruin was incredibly difficult.

Players might get tired and quit.

So, naturally, the developers adjust the difficulty accordingly. Thinking about that, this place was probably a low-level ruin.

Thinking that way, Hans felt it made sense.

Then, the remaining problem was the sword on the ground.

Hans thought, Better to have it than not.

From experience, the equipment obtained from low-level ruins would eventually be replaced. It could be used well enough in the beginning, but sometimes there were traps among the ruin weapons.

There were definitely pieces of equipment that were worse than not having any at all.

In fact, Hans himself had experienced a bad ending during his newbie days because he recklessly used one.

“I have no choice but to slowly learn about this weapon.”

In the case of equipment that self-destructed when used recklessly, depending on the situation, it could be disastrous if used in a truly dangerous situation.

Hans carried the sword on his back.

Usually, swords were worn on the waist, but he carried it on his back like luggage. Perhaps dissatisfied with that, the sword on his back vibrated greatly, but Hans didn’t notice.

The trial of the ruin was over, and the forest, which no longer had a reason to exist, soon regained its original form.

Hans looked up.

The forest reappeared. But it wasn’t the horrifying forest he had seen before. It had become an ordinary winter forest.

Hans, barely relieved, soon realized a critical problem.

‘I don’t know the way.’

That’s right.

Hans had only flown here on a wyvern. He hadn’t actually asked Dezra for directions. This was because his thoughts were entirely focused on the Warrior’s Festival.

“Holy shit. Seriously? This is happening?”

Hans couldn’t hide his shock.

He never imagined he would overcome the huge mountain that was the Warrior’s Festival, only to be tripped up by the relatively small hill of finding his way.

But what could he do? The milk was already spilled, and Hans was now a lost soul who had to find his way. He finally accepted that fact and started walking.

Securing food and water was the priority.

Fortunately, he remembered which direction the wyvern had flown. That snowy mountain range over there.

Most of the wyverns headed toward the snowy mountain range. That meant there was at least an orc village near it. And the snowy mountain range was visible if he climbed a tree.

‘I never thought I’d use this like this.’

Hans had learned how to navigate through forests from Cluna. He learned it to travel through the Dwarf Kingdom and the elves’ forest, but it was proving to be very helpful.

If it weren’t for that, he might have gotten lost in the forest and ended up stranded. If that happened, his dignity as Commander would be the least of his concerns. He would be worried about his survival.

It was a good thing it didn’t come to that.

Although he hadn’t mastered the “Mountain Breeze Steps” he learned from the elves, even his clumsy implementation was enough to get him out of here.

Hans continued forward without rest, stepping on the snow piled up alongside the cold winter wind.

The sword on his back continued to vibrate, but Hans didn’t notice.

“Finally arrived… Huh?”

A loud explosion caught Hans’s attention as he finally reached the snowy mountain range after running through the forest.

Flames erupted from the center of the mountain range, accompanied by smoke.

‘Could it be a monster attack?’

He briefly thought that, but he quickly shook his head. If monsters had appeared, the mountain range wouldn’t be this quiet. There would be some traces.

Hans was able to make a quick judgment.

The Royal Knights members must have caused trouble again.

He had to get up there quickly and stop them before it was too late. With that in mind, he started running.

If it weren’t for the avalanche that suddenly came crashing down, Hans would have reached them easily. The massive avalanche pouring down from the mountain was like the mountain range itself spitting out its fury.

“Ugh.”

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Meanwhile, as Hans was struggling with the avalanche, his unit members, as he had expected, were unleashing their fury.

To be precise, everyone noticed the moment Hans fell, but surprisingly, they swallowed their anger at that moment. Because it felt like they were about to kill all the orcs. But if they did, it would put the Commander in a difficult position.

So, they tried to avoid killing. But Dezra poured oil on the fire.

As soon as they arrived at the village, Dezra said to them,

“Hans. Did he leave any last words?”

Dezra and the orcs didn’t understand the concept of consideration. It was far from their nature, and in this harsh environment, consideration could easily lead to everyone’s death.

So, they kept their words short and to the point.

Ironically, this was how it sounded to them:

– The Commander is going to die. So, did he leave any last words?

But that wasn’t what triggered them.

Perhaps Helia or the other members might have reacted that way, but Cluna and Yuren understood the orcs’ nature.

Of course, they were furious.

But what ignited the oil was another orc.

Among the orcs, there were those who felt sexual desire towards other races, and that was the problem when combined with their aforementioned nature.

“If he’s dead, do you need a man?”

“What?”

“What do you mean?”

“Stop. Nothing is decided.”

It was such an absurd question that even Dezra, the leader of the orcs, had to stop it.

Of course, in Dezra’s case, he meant for them to stop spouting ridiculous fantasies, but to them, already mentally unstable from being separated from Hans, it was a statement that could easily detonate them.

The first one to unleash her fury was Yuren.

The only reason she didn’t revert to her original form was the thin thread of reason she still clung to.

However, none of the orcs her fists reached remained unscathed.

Of course, the aftermath caused an avalanche, but Rusty Anvil, where the orcs lived, was located inside a cave on the mountainside, so it wasn’t heavily affected by the avalanche.

Dezra glanced over.

He saw his fellow orc, beaten to a pulp, lying sprawled out.

After observing it for a moment, Dezra turned his gaze to her.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“No. Approaching another’s woman is a sin.”

“So, you’ll let it slide?”

“Gladly. A fitting punishment.”

As Dezra nodded, Yuren withdrew her fury.

The flames that had been blazing around her disappeared in an instant. Two other orcs cleared away the one that had been beaten to a pulp.

They were all furious, but because Yuren had taken care of it herself, they couldn’t unleash their anger and could only suppress it.

Helia clicked her tongue as she watched Yuren.

She had directly shown her anger, warning the orc while simultaneously controlling their collective rage. In that brief moment, acting purely on instinct, she had gained more than expected.

‘I definitely need to be most wary of that woman.’

No wonder she was the former Commander.

Yuren had vented her anger while simultaneously calming everyone else and warning the offender. This heightened Helia’s vigilance.

“Wait.”

“Huh?”

“That voice…?!”

Just one word. But that one word instantly erased their anger. The voice they longed to hear was coming from above.

Their gazes simultaneously shot towards the sky. There, they saw the Commander descending from the sky.

Hans, who had literally leaped into the air, landed on the ground.

Dezra was stunned.

He had clearly dropped him into the forest as usual. No one had ever returned, yet he couldn’t believe he had come back.

As everyone’s emotions focused on Hans,

‘… I sprained my ankle.’

That was the only thought in Hans’s mind.

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