Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 485: How Do We Handle Logistics? The Nation Is Doomed!

Piggies. Orcarmada.

A secret pig beastkin organization hell-bent on banning pork consumption.

The tensions between beastkin and humans.

The complex web of conflicts surrounding Ende.

It was all very interesting information.

But there was something far more important than all of that—

My food supply.

Now that I knew ordering delivery could get me stabbed, I wasn’t about to take any chances. But the mere thought of giving up meat made me miserable.

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And to make matters worse, with the Regressor keeping a hawk’s eye on our finances, I couldn’t just waltz around town eating premium beef every day.

Where could I find a safe, high-quality restaurant that served a variety of meals tailored just for me?

...

I shook my head.

That was basically hiring a personal chef.

Unless I were royalty or had Regressor-level wealth, that was out of the question.

But wait—hold on a second.

The Regressor was eating like that!

She had that Manhanjeonseok or whatever it was called—an extravagant meal set prepared just for her!

And she was keeping it all to herself?

Unacceptable.

Now that we were companions, we had to share.

I approached the Regressor casually.

“Shei.”

“What? If you’re here to beg for money again, tell me exactly where it’s going and bring me a receipt later.”

She responded with irritation, not even looking up from her desk as she scribbled on a letter.

How coldhearted.

“Do I seem like some kind of beast who only ever asks for pocket money? It’s not about that this time.”

“Then what? Do you have a strategy for dealing with the Wolf King?”

“No, not that either.”

“Then it’s useless. I don’t have time for this.”

The Regressor tapped her pen against the parchment.

“You. Do you know what the Wolf King is searching for?”

“Of course. Azzy.”

“Correct. The Wolf King is looking for the King of Dogs. That’s why the King of Dogs has always wandered, searching for humans to fight alongside.

Azzy, this time’s King of Dogs, ended up in the Military State, and they tricked her into getting locked in the Abyss. Do you know why?”

Who the hell was she asking?

I’m the King of Humans.

Even if she knows the future from regression, does she think she knows more than the actual person involved?

“...Because they were afraid the Wolf King would come looking.”

“...You actually know your stuff.

The Abyss is an isolated space, cursed by the Earth Mother. When Azzy disappeared, the Wolf King lost her trail and wandered aimlessly. That’s why he spent so long lingering in the southern Enger Plains.”

“So?”

“Still don’t get it? It’s only a matter of time before the Wolf King comes here!”

The Wolf King instinctively searches for the King of Dogs.

And the King of Dogs, in turn, seeks out humans to help fight.

They don’t actively avoid each other.

Naturally, inevitably, they will meet, they will fight, and one of them will die.

Since Azzy had entered Ende, it was only a matter of time.

But...

Didn’t everyone already know that?

“And? That was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You wanted to use Ende’s power.”

Ende was the city that had fought against the Wolf King the longest.

It was full of strong beastkin warriors, fortified walls, and deadly traps designed specifically to counter the wolves.

Because it was under constant threat, it had naturally developed into a city always prepared for war.

That’s precisely why I hadn’t bothered doing anything.

This city was built to handle the Wolf King.

I didn’t need to lift a finger.

‘Sigh. This is hard to explain without regression or foresight. Should I say it’s to create a sense of urgency for Hughes?’

Oh?

Was there more she was hiding?

Well, judging by her face, she didn’t seem like she was deliberately hiding it—more like she had forgotten.

The Regressor cautiously began.

“This is classified, but... there’s actually a hidden issue in Ende.”

“Wow, Shei.

You were locked in the Abyss for over half a year.

Before that, you were collecting every treasure imaginable and even mastering martial arts.

And yet, you still managed to learn a secret about a backwater city on the edge of the Enger Plains?”

The Regressor scowled, clearly out of things to say.

“...Fine! I heard it from the Holy Crown Church! Happy now?”

“Oh? You finally admitted it? So we’re just telling the truth outright now?”

“You were already suspicious! Now shut up and listen!”

Tsk.

Things were so much easier when Tyrkanzyaka was around.

Since I had no way to scold her right now, I reluctantly sat down and listened.

“Yes, this city has always had many beastkin, but when the threat of the wolves appeared, more and more humans began to flee.

There are still humans left, but Ende is basically a beastkin-controlled city now.”

That seemed obvious.

Everywhere I looked, beastkin were running the economy.

In most other nations, beastkin weren’t this involved in commerce.

In the Military State, beastkin were exploited just like humans.In the Fragmented Nations, the economy was completely ruined.In the Principality, humans and beastkin were equally treated like livestock....Now that I think about it, none of the countries I’ve been to had much of a racial hierarchy.

I guess when you’re all suffering together, discrimination isn’t much of a concern.

“But beastkin aren’t stupid.

They know humans are using them as a shield against the wolves.

And many of them believe they should be compensated for all the blood they’ve spilled.

So they’re starting to demand more rights.”

More rights?

Ah.

So that’s why the pig beastkin formed Orcarmada?

I decided to flex a little bit and share my own intel.

“Like Orcarmada?”

“Orcs? You mean pig beastkin?

Some of them are involved, sure.

But they’re not the ones leading the movement.”

Wait.

The Regressor doesn’t know about Orcarmada?

My shoulders tensed.

So they were just a group of radical lunatics who attacked people for eating pork?

Not part of some larger conspiracy?

“...Anyway, some of these beastkin...

They’d rather side with the Wolf King and drive humans out completely.”

“Is that even possible? The Wolf King attacks any human on sight.”

“For an ordinary human, yes.

But beastkin are different.

Especially the werewolves—wolf beastkin who serve under the Wolf King. They command a powerful army.”

Even if the Wolf King was strong, wild animals could only form groups to a certain extent.

A King of Beasts improved cohesion, but that didn’t fill empty stomachs.

The stronger an army, the more dangerous logistics and supply chains became.

But if the werewolves acted as intermediaries...

Then the Wolf King’s army wouldn’t be just a horde of starving animals.

“I’m in a hurry because of them.

With the Wolf King ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) on the move, we have no idea what kind of interference they might attempt.”

...Yeah, I get it now.

Orcarmada?

Just small-time criminals.

What a shame.

I thought they were an interesting issue, but in the grand scheme of things?

They were irrelevant.

“Now do you understand?

I told you to build a power base so we’d have forces ready when trouble comes.”

“Wow. So that was your deep reasoning? Got it.

I’ll set something up.”

“Hah. And now you’re finally listening?”

“A few days should be enough.

But first, Shei, I have a question.”

“...What now?”

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I had gotten so sidetracked talking about Ende that I missed my chance to bring it up earlier.

Now, finally, I could ask my real question.

“Shei, how do you eat your meals?”

“Meals? Unless something special happens, I eat with Manhanjeonseok.”

“That’s what I’m asking. What is that?”

‘Oh, right. Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually shown Hughes Manhanjeonseok before. Not in the Abyss, and after that, we were always traveling, so I just ate on the go.’

“...Fine. I’ll show you.”

Without much thought, the Regressor opened her pocket dimension. A ripple split through the air, revealing a space that only she had access to.

She rummaged inside for a moment and pulled out a covered dish.

“I have Manhanjeonseok. As long as I have ingredients, this treasure cooks meals automatically.”

She lifted the lid—the plate was empty.

Then, she closed it again and pressed the handle gently.

Ting.

A small bell rang.

The lid trembled, releasing a puff of steam.

A moment later, the vibration stopped.

When the Regressor lifted the lid again, a perfectly grilled piece of meat, glazed with layers of soy sauce, was sitting on the plate.

“W-Wait! What?! Did you just do magic?!”

“This is Manhanjeonseok.

It’s just a single plate, but it’s a treasure that can create ten thousand different dishes as long as you provide the ingredients.

Long ago, an imperial chef who had mastered both ancient cuisine and magic created this before he died—so that he could continue cooking for the emperor, even in death.”

...What kind of over-the-top luxury relic is this?

Wait.

Does that mean...

She was hiding in her room eating gourmet meals all by herself in the Abyss?!

“...So this whole time, you were holed up in the dark, eating delicious food all alone?!”

“Holed up in the dark? Don’t be ridiculous.

Manhanjeonseok only makes one dish at a time. It doesn’t cook well if I’m moving, and I have to wait for the lid to cool before I can use it again.”

“A little waiting isn’t a big deal!

Do you know how I was barely surviving on canned food while starving in that place?!

And you had the nerve to lecture us about ordering takeout while secretly eating gourmet meals?!”

“W-Why are you getting so worked up?

It’s not like I didn’t give you money for food. I just meant you should work while eating, that’s all...”

I ALMOST DIED GETTING FOOD.

And this selfish bastard—with a perfectly stable food supply—didn’t even think about sharing it?!

No wonder the world is so inefficient when people like this exist!

Azzy had approached at some point, her eyes blinking as she stared at the plate.

“...I’m starting to wonder if you actually think of us as companions.”

“Bark! Hoarding is bad! Sharing is good!”

“Food is a serious issue! You had a resource like this and didn’t tell us?!”

“Bark, bark, bark! Smells delicious! Awoooo! So hungry!”

“...Fine! I’ll give you a plate! Happy now?!”

*‘It’s not like it matters. My pocket dimension is stacked with food supplies.

The only reason I didn’t tell them was because I didn’t want them to keep nagging me to cook more.’*

IF IT DIDN’T MATTER, YOU SHOULD’VE GIVEN IT TO US EARLIER!

People like you, hoarding resources, are the reason society is so inefficient!

The Regressor took out some ingredients, placed them on the dish, and used Manhanjeonseok again.

Even though she hadn’t really added anything special, once processed by the treasure, the ingredients were transformed into a delicate royal dish—thinly sliced meat, lightly blanched and rolled together with vegetables.

“Here.”

“Bark!”

“Azzy, you don’t get to eat at the same table.

Can’t you see this is for humans?”

I shoved Azzy’s face away, but two pieces of the meat roll had already disappeared into her mouth.

I clamped my hands over her snout before she could eat any more and hurriedly grabbed a piece for myself.

...It was delicious.

The outside looked simple, but the delicate use of seasoning and fresh vegetables elevated the taste to another level.

The texture, the fragrance—every part of it reflected sheer culinary mastery.

This wasn’t like some random restaurant just throwing bones and meat into a pot to make a stew.

This was the power of a treasure.

Enthralled, my fingers reached for another piece—

But the plate was empty.

Did Azzy already eat it?

No, there wasn’t much to begin with.

What was I supposed to do with such a tiny portion?!

Annoyed, I fidgeted with the plate, but the Regressor spoke exactly as if she had predicted this.

“See? It’s not enough.”

...What was that supposed to mean?

I stared at her, dumbfounded.

“You’re acting smug like you proved something.

Are you saying that since it’s not enough, you’re going to stop sharing it altogether?

Wow. You have zero social skills.

You sure you don’t want to just fully embrace villainy?”

“Bark! That wasn’t enough! More!”

“No, Azzy.

You can’t have more.

It has vegetables and seasoning—it might make you sick.”

“Bark! I’m omnivorous!”

“Oh, really?

You completely ignore vegetables every other time, but now you’re suddenly omnivorous?”

...Yeah, this wasn’t enough to share properly.

Next time, I’d have to distract Azzy and eat it alone.

As we continued bickering over food, the Regressor paused her work and looked at us with exasperation.

“...You two make such a fuss over nothing.”

‘Food is just about refueling the body. Why do they act like this?’

...If you think that, then just hand over Manhanjeonseok and go buy your food somewhere else!

Sitting there smugly, full, and still refusing to share properly—what a mockery!

No matter how irritated I was, the Regressor just watched us bicker with an unbothered expression.

Then, just for a split second—so brief it was barely noticeable—she smiled.

‘...Eating together isn’t so bad.’