efore his eyes.

 

[Let’s open another stat category.]

*Accumulated Stat Window Use time (12/12 hours)
*Check two stat windows simultaneously (100/100)
*Check three stat windows simultaneously (30/30)

Reward: Open one stat category designated by the User.

[GM spirit is now level 3!]

[Please choose which stat to reveal as your quest reward.]

 

HP MP Physical Attack Magical Attack Update stat details (However, this requires you to be at level 5 or higher.)

 

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     Though a list of reward stat categories had appeared, Ayra made his selection without giving it a single glance.

     ‘HP!’

     First, he had to save the survivors who needed emergency care—and he could sort them in order of increasing health.
For these means, the HP stat was the most useful category.

     It took a long while to load the specified number of stat windows–made even more difficult by the fact that the area was larger than the young lord’s field of view.
As the stat windows popped up in groups of 2 and 3, Ayra’s complexion became somewhat gray as an incomparable amount of mana had been sucked away from his reserves.

 

[Loading…]

 

     The people shoveling the snow gradually adopted fiercer expressions, for the supposed representative from the Lord’s castle seemed to be simply looking around.
Ignoring their sharp gazes, Ayra silently waited with his arms folded across his chest.

     As time passed, someone finally could not suppress his rage any further.
The man threw away his shovel and stomped towards the young lord, right as the stat windows finished loading.

     Eight stat windows popped up over the vast snow field.

     “Hey! Why are you just looking around? If you’re not going to help, get out of here!” The villager, charging up with a pointed finger, suddenly hesitated.
He hadn’t expected Ayra to suddenly move and pick up the shovel he had thrown away.
The young mage walked towards the stat window only he could see.

 

HP: 7
MP: ???
Physical Attack: ???
Magic Attack: ???
Affection: 21 <3

 

     While the other denizens at least had HP in the double digits, Sansara’s had already fallen to the single digits.
A clumsy maneuver with the shovel had dropped it further down to a meager 6.
Ayra urgently beckoned at the villagers, “There’s someone buried here! Come and dig them out!”

     “……!”

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     Surprised at those words, the villagers rushed in with their shovels.
They moved very swiftly–as befitting those who’d lived in a snowy area all their lives.
At approximately the 1-meter mark, someone’s pale–almost blue–face appeared.

      A cacophony of cheers and sobs rang out, “Sansara! Sansara, wake up!”

      “Wait a moment, we’ll get you out right now!”

      Fortunately, once the villager’s face was exposed, their HP was able to recover a little as they were no longer deprived of oxygen.
Therefore, it was possible to rescue them safely.
However, seven more denizens were still buried.
Ayra compared the rate at which the survivor’s HP fell and designated the next rescue target.
This one was urgent as well–their HP was at 16.

      “Who’s the best at shoveling?” The young lord shouted, “Please, quickly get over here!”

      The denizens, doubtful yet hopeful, dug at the spot Ayra pointed to and followed along without another word.
A glimmer of hope appeared on the denizens’ frozen faces.
Ayra clicked his tongue at the sight of their desperate shoveling.

     ‘If I hadn’t dallied, would I have been able to save at least one more person?’

     Ayra suddenly felt a pang of remorse over the death of that ninth villager, but he soon shook that thought off.
There’s nothing he could do about those who had already died.
They had to concentrate on those who were still living.

      ‘But, it’s strange.
How are these people still so full of life?’

      There were only three people left to rescue.
However, those people somehow still had HP in the triple digits.
Furthermore, unlike the others who could be reached without much shoveling, these people were buried deeply and required much more than a minute of digging.

     Soon afterwards, Ayra realized something.
“No way…the people who were supposedly buried a while ago are still alive?”

     It wasn’t luck that the current surviving residents–those the villagers had already dug up–were found after a little bit of shoveling.
In fact, while digging deeper into the snow, they found the bodies of the deceased.

However, to think that the people, including the merchant, that were buried about a week ago were still alive…

 

 

 

TL: HP is our next stat opened! Honestly, I would have been impulsive and opened a stat as soon as I got the reward rather than waiting to see what stat would have been most useful.
I guess that’s why I should definitely not transmigrate–among other things like no internet!!!

Korean exclamation expression similar to the English expressions ‘Oh! ‘ ‘Oh Dear! ‘ , ‘Oh My! ‘, ‘Oh My God!  The original Korean is “We don’t have an hour”–it’s the same saying as “every minute and second counts.
However, I decided to smoosh together both the localization and the original wording for clarity…and because it’s nice to see what the original sayings are like. 

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