Chapter 235. (3) Hell
here reminds me of Seoul in a strange way.
This is especially true at moments like now when I fly through the sky carrying my body on Kkomingi’s back.
‘survey.’
[Scanning begins.]
Lloyd’s gaze looked down.
I saw the sight of the ground beyond the wide open wings of Kkomingi.
“….”
Of course, it is different from Seoul.
Active volcano erupting everywhere.
Lava flowing like ketchup from the side of the volcano.
To the full heat everywhere.
At a glance, it was a sight that had no resemblance to Seoul.
‘Still, it’s a little similar that it’s hard to breathe.’
Volcanic ash flew everywhere.
It reminded me of fine dust in Seoul.
The acrid smell of sulfur felt like car exhaust.
Of course, this place is 5 trillion and 500 million times more deadly and vicious than Seoul.
‘Still, it’s a little homesick.’
Kimbap Heaven on the 1st floor of Gosiwon. How is the woman doing?
Is the secretary of the gosiwon, who often notices but still takes care of things, still clinging to the civil service exam?
‘Oh, let’s not think about it.’
The more I thought about it, the more I felt weird.
I wondered if I was crazy to think of a place that wasn’t very nice, even for a moment, as if I was treating it as a memory.
Lloyd came to his senses and concentrated on his survey.
‘Still, except for lava, there are surprisingly few difficult terrains. thank god.’
The plains of hell here he is now measuring.
Surprisingly, the terrain was mild(?).
There were no mountains that were too high or steep.
It was difficult to find topography such as sheer cliffs or basins.
Instead, the most common terrain was plains full of volcanic ash.
‘It must be because of active volcanic activity.’
There is no room for mountains to rise.
volcano?
If you want to get a little higher, it will explode and collapse soon.
Basin or Valley?
If there are any, they will soon be filled with lava or volcanic ash.
For that reason, the overall topography of Hell is flat itself.
Thanks to that, the work seemed to be quite easy.
‘Because there is no need to dig a mountain to build a tunnel or build a bridge to cross a valley to lay a railway line.’
All you have to do is lay a straight track on the plain.
Hundreds of lava ponds dotted here and there?
‘I just need to avoid it as much as I can.’
Like that, Lloyd continued to measure the plains of Hell.
I didn’t forget to look up to 5 meters underground.
Where there is less volcanic ash.
Where lava won’t flow.
I took a close look at those places.
connected by a single path.
The route was gradually extended. It got longer. It continued. From the edge of hell to the place where the hell castle is. across a total of 110 kilometers.
After that, Lloyd returned to the edge of Hell.
Landed at the camp where the slave satans were held.
‘Whoa.’
Lloyd shook his head and got off Kkomingyi’s back.
I slept through all three days.
In the meantime, I had to focus on the measurement while enduring with a faint mental method and keeping my eyes tight.
Thanks to this, I was able to measure all the routes to lay the railroad tracks and collect data, but instead, I had to enjoy the fatigue as if I was soaked in cement because my eyeballs were getting stiff.
“Have you been?”
“OK. Water, please.”
“Here it is.”
I gulped down the cold hot spring water Xaviel handed me.
Then, I suddenly had a question.
“hey.”
“yes.”
“You couldn’t have been waiting for me here all day, did you?”
“What kind of creepy words. Of course not.”
“Then how did you know I was coming back now?”
“I just felt it.”
“Can you feel it?”
“yes. About five minutes ago.”
“no way….”
“That guess is right. I heard the flapping of Sir Koming’s wings.”
“….”
“That’s why I knew Lloyd-sama was coming back, and I came to meet him like this.”
“….”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“….”
“Mr. Lloyd?”
“uh.”
“What are you doing? Just stare at me without saying anything.”
“Ah, didn’t you hear my voice?”
“yes?”
“I was muttering very quietly in my mouth. your gossip.”
“….”
“You don’t know what he said?”
“I don’t really want to know. Just-”
“Just?”
“I think I know at least that at the core of that gossip lies Lloyd-sama’s envy towards me.”
“…Huh?”
“I’m taller.”
“….”
“Not to mention the face.”
“….”
“What is swordsmanship?”
“….”
“Even I sing better.”
“for a moment! You’ve never sung before.”
“Even if my vocal cords disappear somehow, I am confident that even if I sing with my claws, I will be better than Lloyd-sama’s songs.”
“….”
“Heh.”
“….”
what is this feeling
Where should I go to complain about this injustice that seems to have been returned to me with a cannonball after I shot a BB?
Lloyd shook off his sense of self-doubt with a bitter smile, like bone broth.
“Whatever. In the meantime, what about the Satanists?”
“It was relatively quiet.”
“okay?”
It’s unexpected.
Thinking so, Lloyd laughed.
“I think they must have tried all kinds of tricks to escape.”
“Of course, it was like that on the first day Lloyd-sama left for surveying.”
“Is it?”
“yes. Some satans tried to sneak out of the camp, while others tried to incite other satans to start a riot.”
“so? Did you suppress everything?”
“yes.”
“Didn’t you kill him?”
“yes. Just-”
A faint smile appeared on Xaviel’s lips.
“I played with him a little bit.”
“Do you play with me?”
“yes. I was wondering what mainstream swordsmanship would be like in the hell world.”
“….”
“I was very curious, but now I am not curious.”
“….”
A terrifying and nasty bastard.
In his mind, Lloyd had a little mourning time for the Satans who would have been the opponents of Xaviel’s sparring, so he would have been rolled to infinity.
And he sincerely asked Xaviel.
“good job. Then roll some more.”
“Are you serious?”
“of course. It’s time to get the discipline right.”
“How long can I do that?”
“Until I finish the design and start construction.”
“All right.”
It was from that day.
Lloyd worked on the design, and Xaviel worked hard on the Satan roll.
As each day passed, Lloyd’s design skills page filled up with railroad drawings.
As each day passed, the Satans rolled hard with Xaviel’s command.
Thanks to this, the Satanists prayed earnestly.
‘Whoop whoop! Huh! Please finish the design or whatever!’
Roll forward at Xaviel’s command.
Roll back at Xaviel’s command.
Then, if they are wrong, they are called out and have a rewarding (?) swordsmanship sparring with the grand master.
Likewise, while the Satans were pouring sweat one by one while undergoing short-term training, Lloyd’s design finally ran toward completion.
A schematic longitudinal plan of the track was drawn up.
Conducted field surveys according to the map plan.
A 1/50000 scale longitudinal plan view was prepared, and a cross-sectional view of the track was created by cutting the lines at intervals of 50 meters.
Finally, a final definitive survey was conducted.
Then, a 1/1000 scale longitudinal plan view was created.
That was the rough design process.
It was a relatively simple design thanks to the fact that there were no stations for trains to stop in the middle.
‘It’s done.’
Lloyd smiled heartily as he carefully arranged the cross-sections of the tracks he had drawn up and printed out at 20-meter intervals.
The design is finally finished.
But there was no time to celebrate it.
Now that the design is complete, it’s time to start building.
Full-scale railway construction began without a break.
And Lloyd’s evil business owner instinct shined (?).
“there! 11th group work group! I see a shovel! Article 13! I told you to dig a new lava road within today! Article 14! I never gave you permission, so you take a break on your own?”
The roadbed construction work that started at the edge of hell.
The roadbed was a kind of exclusive passage built for railroads to be laid.
Everyone must have seen it at least once.
The majority of railroads are built on mounds that are slightly piled up on the ground, not just plain land.
To put it simply, that was Noban.
‘The roadbed is not important. Because it is the foundation of all railroads. A good roadbed is necessary to keep the railroad tracks stable and not flooded or collapsed.’
Most of the roadbeds chose the earth pile-up method.
Considering the hellish environment full of lava, it was an inevitable choice.
‘of course. You never know when the lava will overflow.’
Of course, the centipede’s skin, which will be used as a material for the railway, did not melt in the lava.
But what about the ground beneath it?
that was another matter.
‘So it’s sort of like a swamp, so to speak. Although it’s a bit different that it’s not just water, but rather sticky lava.’
What if flowing lava hits the railroad tracks?
The lateral pressure exerted by flowing lava can cause loss of railway rails or sleepers.
Even if you’re not lucky, the lava that covered the railroad may harden.
In any case, it was a disaster in which trains could not operate normally.
‘That’s it. I have to raise the roadbed high enough.’
So that even if a moderate amount of lava flows, the railway will not be affected.
Lloyd raised the roadbed as high as possible.
Fortunately, there was an abundance of materials for the roadbed.
It was volcanic ash piled up and crushed by a nearby stream.
“hey! Everyone looks like a shovel! I told you what to do when I was crushing volcanic ash with a shovel!”
“Sprinkle with hot spring water and make it sticky, then pop!”
The Satanists at the construction site responded in one voice.
“I told you to hit the shovel so that you can’t see it!”
“yes! It was a blast!”
“yes!”
“But why is the shovel visible!”
“….”
“The shovel is invisible! Even the eyebrows and nose hair flutter! I mean, hit hard enough to get your shoulder off!”
“Okay!”
The Satanists responded with a swearing.
Everyone was so tired that they were about to die.
However, Lloyd did not pay any attention to the circumstances of those satans.
No, on the contrary, the more the Satans suffered from fatigue, the more they urged and urged them.
Of course, there was no work.
“Heh heh! Save me….”
“Ugh…thirsty…I just want to drink a glass of strawberry-flavored lava juice….”
“When did we start working?”
“I think it’s been about ten days….”
“So, is it true that we haven’t had a break in the meantime?”
“The true story…seems right….”
“Keuhup, I would rather kill you.”
“Kuheuheup, if only you were dead….”
“What man?”
Satans sometimes lament their lives.
Sometimes, they slander each other to relieve stress.
Worked in compliance with Lloyd’s instructions.
The reason was simple.
“Whoa, but Lloyd Frontera, the more you experience that person, the more vicious he becomes, so you’re attracted to him a bit.”
“what? Are you crazy?”
“No, it is true. Who would have known that man would roll us so badly.”
“Well, that’s true, but….”
“That’s why you’re not even trying to run away, are you?”
“hey! I almost died when I was caught jumping at first?”
“So you’re the kind of person who wouldn’t try just because you almost died once?”
“….”
“Look at that. I guess you had your eyes on that person too.”
“I’m the one who’s staring at you? to that human?”
“okay.”
“What kind of eyes?”
“You want to learn the viciousness and cunning of that human, like me.”
“….”
“Write it, whoa. To be honest, I don’t like this either. Damn it though, I’m also called Satan. While admiring the viciousness and pettiness of humans, he said that he didn’t want to make up his mind that he should learn something like that. By the way—”
One-horned Satan, who was shoveling, sighed heavily and grumbled.
“I still have to learn. Since ancient times, if you are a proper Satan, shouldn’t you always have a learning attitude?”
“Huu, you have a long tongue for an excuse?”
“It’s okay if your tongue is long, I am. So, if I can become an unfilial Satan more shamefully.”
“….”
“What are you going to do with this talk? Let’s shovel. Ugh Mr.”
“Mr. Uh-hoo!”
…Just like that, most Satans acknowledged it in their hearts.
The fact that Lloyd was petty, petty, vicious and tenacious than them.
So everyone thought.
Let’s learn this opportunity.
Let’s stay by Lloyd’s side for a long time while doing the construction.
Let’s look at Lloyd’s behavior, study it, think about it, and copy it.
That he will be reborn as a more vicious Satan.
He burned his long-awaited desire for self-development (?).
And he devoted himself to shoveling.
“hey! If you have the energy to make a fuss, shoveling or harder!”
Use Lloyd’s exasperation as a source of energy.
Shrugged at Xaviel’s watch.
The roadbed was built, compacted, and built again.
About 3 months passed like that.
A solid road bed was created over a section of 110 km from the edge of hell.
Avoid curves as much as possible.
Keeping the slope of the line to a minimum.
Ensure that no single train crosses more than 3 gradients.
So that the length of the same slope is less than 3 km.
He followed the route Lloyd had carefully and meticulously laid out beforehand.
‘good.’
The 110-kilometer-long roadbed revealed the overall silhouette in earnest.
Looking down from the sky, Lloyd clenched his fists.
The project was going much more smoothly than expected.
A whopping 30,000 Satan.
It was because they worked almost without idleness.
Curiously, the more harshly and viciously they rolled, the more cooperative they became.
‘Those perverts.’
Lloyd landed Kkoming with a bitter smile.
He seriously inspected the condition of the roadbed constructed today.
The more he did, the more his smile grew.
‘It’s flawless.’
It was pretty close to perfect.
It met the exact specifications and strength.
‘Just do it like this. After finishing the roadbed construction, I just need to lay the tracks.’
Then, this project is almost finished.
After that?
All you have to do is tell the king of hell about railway operation and maintenance tips and get the price.
In other words, the old dragon’s soul can be returned and freed.
‘Then I will be sponsored by the Dragon King Verkis.’
Bondragon Unlimited Pass.
Unlimited access to property.
Up to +1 life added as a service.
The life setting is completed by sucking honey more clearly and with wild scabs.
‘So from now on, let’s pay more attention and run until the end of the construction.’
Calming down my heart that keeps beating.
Lloyd went to finish checking the roadbed.
So he didn’t even realize it.
The plain here where the first railroad in the history of Hell was laid.
That there is a lost specter with a desolate face right around here.
That the specter is shocked to see this side.
‘What is that…Is it me?’
lost ghost.
A young man who was once the wretch of Baron Prontera.
Then, one day, a man suddenly loses his body.
A dead man who became a resident of hell in an instant.
The specter of Lloyd Frontera widened his eyes at Lloyd’s figure.
