I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Epilogue （1）

“Messenger of Malak! Witness the innovation and progress that has never been seen before!”

The only science research institute in the Tribal Federation. Harry’s excited voice echoed.

“Behold! This is the pride of humanity!”

‘Hmm, is it that great?’

He calls everything the pride of humanity. He’s still going on and on about how we used the Giant so well.

I scratched my cheek with my good left hand and examined the result of Harry’s months of work in the lab.

Unnecessarily large wheels. A driver’s seat so high it’s impossible to climb without a ladder. An engine that vibrates violently with a ‘vroom~’ sound.

Something resembling a truck, post-apocalyptically modified, stood before me. It looked like a vehicle straight out of ‘Mad Max: Fury Road’.

“Uh…”

No, this old man is crazy. I clearly ordered him to make a mass-producible car. Why is the result like this?

It’s not even a belated April Fool’s joke.

“It doesn’t look mass-producible at all. It’s too high for children to ride.”

Rake, standing next to me with her arms crossed, frowned.

“That can be solved by making a foldable ladder!”

“It’s too much of a hassle. Why make a bothersome ladder that needs to be folded and unfolded when you can just lower the height?”

“B-But still!”

Harry started to argue against my words.

“I had to make it high to fit more Divine Magic Stones, which are the fuel! It’s essential for long journeys!”

So, he basically made the thing thick to extend the battery life.

“Is it really necessary to put in so many at once? You can just carry spare fuel in the cargo bed.”

“Then we’d have to enlarge the cargo bed, which might hinder this ‘car’ from reaching its full potential. Because…”

It was basically an excuse that although it’s advanced technology, it’s still unstable, so he had to prioritize specs.

What a lie. It’s obvious he just crammed everything he wanted into it.

It reminds me of the ‘Manly Romance Must-Haves in Mecha Anime’ I saw online.

1. A machine that shouldn’t exist.

2. A machine that shouldn’t be allowed to exist.

3. The unrecorded 0th machine.

4. The 13th machine in a series of only 12.

5. Output beyond the pilot’s endurance.

6. A makeshift machine using ancient technology.

7. An out-of-spec machine no one can handle.

Or something like that.

Honestly, despite the fancy words, it boils down to this:

“So, it’s an unstable failure?”

Ah, I accidentally said it out loud. Anyway, grandpa, you should know your limits when it comes to manly romance.

“Ugh…!”

Harry, trembling, nodded his head.

“I understand. I will try my best again.”

I’m glad he seems to have accepted it. He might seem like it, but he’s not that stubborn.

I left the lab with Rake, leaving behind the words that I would come back later.

“As expected…he’s not an ordinary human but a messenger…he doesn’t understand the human heart…”

I ignored Harry’s muttering as we moved away.

“Hmm.”

Maybe it’s because of the bandage on my right arm, but my balance is off and it’s uncomfortable to walk.

“S-Sanz-nim. I’m sorry…”

Rake became dejected. I guess she noticed me limping slightly.

“What. It’s fine.”

A few days ago, Rake broke my right arm. She didn’t mean to, it was an accident that happened while she was helping me.

Since that day, Rake has been blaming herself for failing to control her strength and hasn’t been able to touch my body.

Sigh. If only I had a sturdy Paladin body like the other possessed people, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“These things happen.”

That’s right. I didn’t get Jin Malak’s manifested body, nor the sturdy body of the Paladins.

I, who became the second Malak by inheriting Jin Malak’s will（?）, became a normal 20-year-old South Korean man. In other words, I returned to my original body.

Well, it’s better this way. It’s better than being a limbless totem. At least I can walk on my own feet, touch things with my own hands, and eat all kinds of food.

Now, I only transfer my consciousness to the totem when necessary, acting as Malak.

“Shall we go eat sandwiches?”

“…Yes.”

Rake nodded. She didn’t seem genuinely happy, probably because she felt guilty, but her eyes were sparkling.

It was as we were walking to the plaza where the sandwich shop was located.

“Ah, Sanz-nim!”

“Messenger of the Wind and Rain God!”

“Hello there!”

A civilized woman, a barbarian man, and a child of mixed race greeted me.

“Oh, Sanz. Is your arm okay? You were in the hospital for a while.”

“It’s getting there.”

“Take care of yourself. You’re not a Paladin anymore.”

“I will.”

There were also possessed people who approached me casually and greeted me. Nicknames…honestly, I forgot them.

As you can see, to the people, I wasn’t the ‘second Malak’, but the ‘Messenger of Malak’.

Jin Malak, even though he was a Paladin, felt pity for me who had worked hard for him, and used his power to return me to my original body…that’s roughly the story we’re going with.

It couldn’t be helped. If a random Asian man suddenly said, ‘I’m the second Malak’, it would only cause confusion. I had to coordinate with Rake, who knew the truth.

When I transfer my consciousness to the totem, I’m the Wind and Rain God Malak. When I’m walking around like this, I’m the messenger Sanz. This was our compromise.

After walking a bit further, we arrived at the sandwich shop in the plaza. It was bustling with people, regardless of whether they were civilized, barbarian, or possessed.

“It’s popular today as well.”

The owners of this shop, with the terrible name ‘Earth-style Bakery’, are Brahmanda and Dinosaur Punch.

They made it with the intention of ‘making food that both Earthlings and people from another world can enjoy’, and it actually tasted pretty good.

It was also a rational decision to use the overflowing wheat from the ‘Power of the Wind and Rain God’ in various foods. It was also the reason why it became a bakery instead of a restaurant.

“How much was it?”

“Five coins.”

Brahmanda smiled kindly. He’s a friendly-looking middle-aged man.

Ah, we also made and circulated currency. It was an unfamiliar concept to the barbarians, even if the civilized people understood it, so it was difficult to commercialize, but it was a necessary task.

“Wow, the price went up again. My salary isn’t increasing, but only prices are…”

‘I Trusted the Monkey Man but’, shortened to Monkey, who received the sandwich first, grumbled.

“It’s an organic sandwich. You have to understand.”

Siu, who came with Monkey, soothed him. They’re quite close, probably because they’re a duo who actively post nonsense on the community forum.

“No, but the only option is organic. Don’t they have ‘Exploiting Developing Country Children Plantation GMO Environmentally Destructive Imperialist’s Generous Sandwich’?”

“Would they have that? You crazy bastard.”

Siu flicked Monkey’s forehead lightly. They’re a playful duo.

“Hello.”

“Wow, Sanz! The messenger himself has graced us with his presence.”

Brahmanda whistled playfully.

He used to feel sorry for the possessed people whose spirits were broken, like Abraham. It was good to see him looking happy like this.

“Two sandwiches. No, make it three.”

“Okay~!”

Dinosaur Punch, who was kneading flour in the back, grinned. This young lady, did she say she was a baker before? Or maybe she said she was a baking student.

Anyway, seeing her whisk the eggs, and remove air bubbles from the dough with a wooden rolling pin, she does give off a professional vibe.

In a world being rebuilt, a chef with professional skills was a valuable profession, and Dinosaur Punch was treated with respect.

She probably earns quite a lot, even among the possessed people （who are mostly unemployed）.

And the one who earns the most among them is…

“It’s been a while. Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode.”

This bastard, probably.

A man in black armor stood behind me with a stern face. The idiot who wants to be called Goja Buro, Close-Range Spy.

“You were on a date with the prettiest girl in the city. Is this the privilege of a messenger?”

I swallowed the words ‘bullshit-‘ and forced myself to answer.

“You said you don’t like bread. You said you hate how it gets stuck in your throat.”

“It’s not bad once in a while.”

Bullshit. It’s probably an errand from Rachel, who’s always busy.

Close-Range Spy became Rachel’s escort knight.

‘Now that it’s a time of peace, it’s time for me to pursue my dream.’

What Close-Range Spy originally wanted to do was to be a novelist.

He had a grand ambition to post his novel on the community forum, gauge the reactions, and later publish it as a book, but this impossible dream was quickly crushed.

[Close-Range Spy: Hiding Chicken with Status Window in the Apocalypse Chapter 56]

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[I Trusted the Monkey Man but:

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This is how Close-Range Spy-nim came to write a fun novel without trolls!]

Well, can’t you tell just by looking at the reactions?

Rachel formally hired Close-Range Spy, who was enjoying his unemployed life at home, calling himself a novelist.

She said she couldn’t waste the second strongest person after Rake.

It was as I was about to leave after receiving the sandwiches.

“…Sanz?”

I ran into Hanna, a Paladin with red bobbed hair.