Season 4: Chapter 182. Working Holiday (2)
Meanwhile, Acorn Jelly held a book in his hands, unearthed through the archive’s search console.
“This... this is...”
[On the Soil of This Land]
This volume contained all the soil types in Cheese Village. Other books lay scattered across the desk.
[Theory of Agriculture]
[Methods of Enrichment]
[Monster Bestiary]
He had pulled out every book even remotely related to Fertile Soil. After reading them all... he arrived at the truth as red as blood.
“The culprit is...”
Di-di-di-di-di~!
He played a detective BGM and pointed dramatically at the invisible suspect.
“Almondoyle! It was you!!”
— CINEMA
— HE SAID THE LINE
— Finally, someone solved it
— what a madman lol
— clap clap clap clap
His viewers went wild.
‘My viewer count... It doubled.’
Of course, it had. Almost twice his normal audience tuned in. Only he had touched the core secret of the world. It felt incredible, and at the same time, terrifying.
“B-But... can I just announce this? If I screw up, I’ll look insane and get executed. I’ll be reborn as Acorn Jelly’s son. I’ll be Acorn Pudding or something!”
— Sir, where is the mother in this scenario?
— child of one dad and pure lore
— LOL
— you gotta deliver this in one clean strike or die
“I... I don’t know what to do... It’ll just throw the village into chaos...”
The secret was too big for someone of his level. Revealing it wouldn’t truly help anyone. The Knights already ruled perfectly. Yes, it was a dictatorship, but Cheese Village was thriving.
“Is it really right to expose this? I just wanted a Perfect Farm...”
— true
— coward energy tbh
— then just use it for yourself lol
— grab the books and RUN
The chat began offering new paths.
‘Run with it.’
If he buried the truth, he would hold the leash around the Knights’ neck. For now, it sounded... attractive.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll just take it for myself.”
— lmao
— burying the world secret for personal profit
— wow garbage human arc unlocked
Acorn Jelly gathered every soil-related book and went back to the console.
‘I can edit the data.’
Survival Craft’s system allowed the first discoverer to alter this archived data. He deleted every passage mentioning Fertile Soil. If he hid the physical books and wiped the archive text...
‘Then, no one will know.’
The secret would be buried forever. At least, until he chose to reveal it.
“Let’s go.” Jaw clenched, Acorn Jelly left the hidden archive.
He didn’t look proud.
***
Time passed with Acorn Jelly holding the secret and saying nothing.
The Knights, after long preparation, were finally ready for war. Before marching, they held a formal ceremony.
[ForeverAlone: This is ForeverAlone, the Knights’ Branding and PR Officer. The Lord himself will personally bestow mercy upon the lacking Team Rocket this time. All residents of Cheese Village must come out and face his grace in person.]
The global message rang out. Everyone poured out to watch the send-off. Not that they needed the notice. Viewership alone would pack the streets.
— ForeverAlone talks casually now lmao
— what happened to “yes sir, no sir?”
— my boy is drunk on power
— seeing these new knights makes the other ones look like saints
Bwaaaaaaaaaam~!
Upgraded bards blasted enormous trumpets.
“The Lord approaches—!”
Thoom! Thoom! THOOM!
Drums thundered as Almond rode in on horseback. Cheese Village had horses now. One of the Hunter players, Miho, had unlocked horse breeding.
“Kyaaaa! Lord! I raised that horse! That one! That’s my horse!” Miho shouted from among the crowd.
— Is this a Dear Leader parade??
— dictatorship village vibes are CRAZY
— to be fair, Miho just thinks he’s hot
No one scolded her. Everyone envied her instead.
“Wow...”
“That’s insane...”
StrawberryShooter and Takoyaki, watching from the side, felt especially jealous. Bubblegum had become the first and only storyteller. Miho became the first horse trainer. StrawberryShooter had failed the Knights' second-round interview. Takoyaki gave up and became the rooftop commentator.
“When do we get stable jobs?”
“Yeah, no idea.”
— they’re literally professional freeloaders
— what have you two been doing this whole time?
— Bubblegum’s spine is cracked carrying this friend group
— Takoyaki’s commentary channel actually pulls views tho
“I’ll just commentate. Right, today is Cheese Village’s first expeditionary war. Not on home turf, but an away game. Honestly, it’s hard to imagine them losing...”
Whatever the outcome, everyone found their own way to survive. Of course, the real objects of envy were the corporate employees, the fully armed Knights marching out of Ah-Sung in formation.
Off to the side, the Nonghyup Union watched and muttered among themselves.
“Kya!”
“Insane.”
“Is Green Tea up there now too?”
“He’s not even a Lackey rank.”
“Then... a Worker?”
The Servant title, once synonymous with humiliation, was now something everyone longed for. People genuinely joked that they wanted to be a Servant.
“No. Like Bubblegum, he’s just an outside director.”
“Ohh~”
They weren’t quite Servant level, but still external executives for the Knights. They couldn’t meddle with internal affairs, but held real authority outwardly. Until recently, Bubblegum was the only one. Now, Green Tea had joined that rank as well.
“There! There they come.”
Shrrrk.
Behind Lord Almond, two figures in full Adamantium armor and helmets crowned with massive feathers flanked him on both sides.
[Sweet Radish]
[Sweet Potato]
The spectators dramatically whispered in awe.
“Whoa... t-those are the Twin Servants of the Order...”
“Crazy.”
“Mom! I want to grow up and be a Servant!”
“Too cool...”
— When did being a Servant become a status symbol lol
— Sweet Potato finally made it
— Twin Servants!
— Okay, but they DO look badass
— Kya~
Sweet Potato looked over all of them with a smirk.
‘Hmph.’
He had started as a debt-ridden slave, beaten daily and kicked around like trash. Now, he stood above them all.
— why does that smug look make me want to punch him?
— Sweet Potato, you little...
— The victor’s smile fr
— kyaaaa
Sweet Potato didn’t stop there. He savored it and added one line. “When someone asked how I’ve been living lately... I answered, ‘as a Servant.’”
— KYA
— CHILL
— I CAN’T
Beside him, Radish Servant watched proudly and murmured, “You’ve grown stronger, Sweet Potato.”
“Thanks to you.”
Following the Servant-ranks came the Maid-ranks.
“Woooooahhhhhh!”
“Maid Black Tea!! Maid Black Tea!!”
Maid Black Tea drew thunderous cheers. Her explosive personality won the people over. She, too, wore full Adamantium. Unlike Lemon's simple sword, she wielded a custom weapon shaped after Lu Bu’s legendary halberd, personally bestowed by Almond.
[Red Heaven Halberd]
They named it that.
“Such fuss.” Maid Black Tea didn’t even look at the cheering crowd.
Her sights remained forward and her reins steady.
Behind her, an entire cavalry of the lower ranks rolled out. Everyone rode a horse, quite literally representing a wall of money and power. At the head was Lord Almond, his Adamantium bow secured across his back.
He stepped forward to deliver his speech. “We have no miners in Cheese Village.”
It was an odd opening line.
“Because such work is beneath the noble citizens of our Cheese Kingdom.”
“WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
The crowd roared and cheered with a hatred for miners like scripture.
“Miners are filth!”
“Right!! We are the children of Cheese!!”
— my god
— this is full dystopia lmao
— the dictator energy is chef kiss
— you can FEEL the fascism through the pixels
“I do not believe Cheese Villagers should be miners. Paprika will mine for us.”
Another explosion of applause rang out.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“My soul is cleansed!”
“My lord...!!”
Almond had to pause before continuing because of the thunderous cheering.
“This is not war. They are already miners and simply need to continue what they do. We will provide the food. They work, and we feed. It is a fair exchange. In truth...”
FWIP.
Behind him, a massive banner unfurled like a war standard.
“For them, this is practically a holiday.”
The banner featured enormous bold letters.
[WORKING HOLIDAY]
— BRANDING LEVEL GOD TIER
— this is what corporate PR looks like
— I’m SOLD, help me
— insane lol
“To grant mercy, we march to Paprika today.” He raised his fist.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” The villagers screamed until their throats burned.
Even Donuts, recently robbed, cheered with both fists up.
“Y-YES! THIS FEELS GOOD!”
“Miners are trash!”
“We are better than them!”
— this NPC roleplay is terrifyingly good
— everyone has gone MAD
— help me, I’m laughing and horrified
The villagers wanted a caste beneath them to exploit and spit on. Workers who would mine and bleed so they wouldn’t have to.
To do such a thing, they needed a man willing to get his hands dirty.
Radish Servant shouted, “LORD ALMOND WILL DO IT!”
“HE WILL DO ITTTTTTT!!”
Because Almond was the dictator, he bore the crown for them even if it dripped with blood. Almond drew his sword, and his steel rang out.
Srrrng!
“DEPAAART!!”
FWOOSH!
The great Cheese Banner snapped through the air as the horses thundered forward. The crowd ascended into madness.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“This! THIS is a nation!”
“LET’S GO KILL THEM ALL!”
Cheese Village was drowning in delirium.
— I’m scared.
— Welcome to North Cheese.
— Everyone here is unhinged.
— Horror comedy perfection.