Chapter. 10 Lead and silver coins (27)
****
A marathon meeting that lasted until dawn. The results presented by commanders with extensive experience on the battlefield and in the wasteland after several hours of meetings were not very promising.
‘Compared to the enemy camp, our garrison has a defensive advantage, so check and judge the opponent’s combat power through a checking attack.’
‘If the above [Orpheus] is activated, it will retreat entirely based on the vehicle’s mobility, then regroup and observe the situation.’
For those who took the lead and brought troops to attack, they had a strong defensive side, and in a way, ‘I will stick with them first and then judge.’ Escape-like conclusion. But I thought this aspect better showed their competence.
In the wasteland, there is no one who has dealt with the Type 3 variant for as long as the Dome soldiers of Area 47 and experienced its uniqueness and destructive power.
It’s not that I said I don’t know because I’m incompetent, but I’m sticking to a defensive stance of judging responses because I don’t know how to deal with the enemy until I actually deal with him.
Sreuk- Sreuk- Sreuk-
[Type 2.5 left outside the garrison]
[Operations? Control restrictions? An act conscious of residents?]
[A basin within a valley. A fortress of heavenly beauty. Sniping point? Possible anywhere]
[Orpheus. Destroy? Don’t destroy it? What kind of repercussions will there be if it falls into someone’s hands?]
Questions that constantly arise even now, as if to prove the horribly complex state of my head. No matter how much I thought about it, it was not a problem I could come to a conclusion on my own.
‘…Hyde.’
[why? Can’t you see I’m busy?]
The only consolation is that there is always someone waiting to hear anything.
‘The guy sitting inside and just twiddling his fingers is busy.’
[Huh! I wish I could just stay there for a few minutes without thinking about anything. I’m going to die from all the chaos going on in my head like I put an entire cornfield in a microwave, you human being. So, you want to hear my opinion?]
‘Rather than an opinion. It’s cheap comfort. It’s just nothing. There are so many armed vehicles equipped with monster machine guns that can turn 1km of the front line into cotton. What’s there to worry about? It’s all just a joke, so just think about getting compensation after it’s over. Something like this.’
[If I told you that, it would be very comforting. What should I do with my friends? Go ahead and ask for it.]
‘I went to visit him after the meeting, and he was watching Ezel write his will. They said there wasn’t enough sarcasm here, and that the guy who passed the exam had terrible writing skills, but they were having fun among themselves, so I quietly left because I didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. In a way, I was dragged into this mess, so it’s a bit harsh to say that. If you wear the name of leader, you have to show that you are unwavering.’
[By the way… you too have a hard time buying it.]
A quiet space without anyone. One of the things I liked most about meeting him was the place he lived. There are no interruptions, and it’s a place where it’s just me and Hyde and we can talk in peace. The endless darkness that felt so scary at first was now as cozy as the darkness I felt when I just got out of the shower, turned off the lights, and lay down in bed.
Hyde was lying on the sofa and swinging a long pole while talking to me. The guy got up from the sofa with an expression like he was dying of annoyance and patted the seat next to him.
[what. If you want it that much, I’ll tell you my opinion. Sit down.]
‘A child who is only one year old is cocky…’
Slurp!
For some reason, even though it was made by Hyde, dust flies when you lean on it. When I looked closely, I saw that it looked exactly like my old sofa in our shelter.
My house is in District 47, across the wasteland. Leaning on the familiar dust-smelling sofa, I felt like I was home.
Hyde’s opinion was very simple.
[tight.]
‘what?’
[Get some sleep. I’m on edge 24 hours a day, running simulations even when I’m sleeping and half asleep in my dreams. The human brain is also an organ. This means that fatigue accumulates independently of mental strength. The reason there’s this world’s most disgusting third personality in your head screaming ‘comfort me, inginging-‘ is because you’re not getting enough sleep, so don’t say horrible things and go to sleep.]
‘This guy. I said something. If you’re going to tell a joke, make it something fun.’
[I’m not kidding, dude. Do you know what early morning emotions are? At around 4 a.m., my teenage emotions suddenly come rushing out and I ask, ‘Are you sleeping?’ Sending the same text message. That’s all~ Isn’t it because you don’t sleep when you should, your biorhythm is ruined and hormonal imbalance occurs? I see that you are in exactly the same situation right now, you guy. So stop talking nonsense and sleep. Orpheus, like the old picture, seems to have an effect on the mind, but what does it mean to deal with him in such a precarious mental state? Stupid shell.]
‘Where else have I seen things like hormones and such? ‘I don’t remember it.’
[‘Menopause – When the leaves dry, they will remain as pressed flowers’ I saw it in a book that your father was sobbing while reading when I was 14 years old. When you saw it, you thought it was a really interesting book and secretly read it. I threw it away after reading about 30 pages.]
Eat.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the shy guy’s appearance. Now that I think about it, this guy has changed a lot compared to when I first met him. The lump with only teeth floating in the dark suddenly grew to a similar height and body shape as me. Now you have an expression. Even the tone of speech has changed. Her way of thinking seemed like raising a child, but it soon became similar to mine.
Suddenly, along with the feeling of comfort, I began to feel drowsy. A quiet space where the only sounds are the murmuring of the hide and the regular sound of water drops. A familiar sofa. Interesting small talk that has nothing to do with what will happen in the future.
‘…Then let’s sleep for 5 minutes.’
As I laid down on the sofa and pressed my foot against Hyde, who was struggling, I heard him swearing. Eat. Another innocent laugh. Now that I think about it, my mother said. He said he was sorry that he must be lonely because he was an only child.
As I remembered the regret on my mother’s wrinkled face, I kept bursting into laughter.
‘… He’s a son who knows everything on his own. I know how to get everything I need with my own hands.’
[Ugh. You sound like brothers. Are you planning to avoid responsibility, father?]
‘He’s doing a f*cking side kick. ‘I don’t know if I’ve ever behaved like a son.’
[If you had a one-year-old newborn crying and falling asleep in your head 24 hours a day, you would have punctured its head with your own hands and ended it. You should be thankful for your son, Raemi, who grows up well on his own.]
My eyes close. For some reason, I didn’t think anything of it, so I was able to comfortably leave my body to the beast demons that came like waves.
.
.
.
.
.
After a while, Hyde sighed as he saw the professor starting to snore in earnest.
[Wow, three people. I thought I couldn’t hold on and would explode.]
A professor who is completely sleepy.
Hyde looked at the professor, picked up his favorite pole, and pulled it to one side of the dark space.
Thud, thud. Jeokjeok- wow!
Warrrrrrr!
[Regroup after retreat]
[What is Raptor for?]
[Relationship between type 3 variant and memory]
[W was impulsive]
[How long can the battle last with current supplies]
.
.
.
——————
faqwiki.us
Join our Discord for new chapter updates!
https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V
——————
.
.
As if a dam had burst, the professor’s thoughts that Hyde had blocked came pouring out. Since he didn’t seem to have any good thoughts in his head, I tried to block out his thoughts with an axe, but fortunately it worked well and he was finally able to face his fatigue.
[Well, I’m a bit of a rebellious person, so I get along well with my shell. Originally, blocking thoughts and putting pressure on the mind would have been my main job as a second person.]
A professor who is completely asleep. Before you know it, control of your body has been handed over to you.
Hyde had to work hard to restrain himself from jumping to the surface of consciousness without realizing it.
[Not yet. I haven’t finished it yet… Going out like this…ugh! It’s not fun…it’s not fun. Still… I want to watch a little more.]
So, Hyde naturally focused his awareness of going out on his left arm.
[I may not be able to change much. If you think about it, it’s in accordance with my ideals, right? I also quite liked the body inside. Strong and flexible. At least it should be to the point where it’s not uncomfortable.]
I was quite confident. He also did quite a bit of research. If you’re following the ideal form in consciousness in the first place, there’s no way you wouldn’t follow my thoughts, where only consciousness exists, right?
slowly. carefully. Except for the fact that it’s a bit perverted and obsessed with memory, this movement is similar to the mute element, so if you touch it with a flicking feeling like this…
simplicity and honesty! Kkukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkuk kkwajikkkeukkkeukkkeukkkeukkkeukkkeukkkeokkkeukkwajik!
[Heeeeeek!]
Hyde unconsciously looked back at the sleeping professor. He appears to be asleep, unaware of what is happening to his arm.
[Gwae, it’s okay. You can fix it, just fix it! Everything, again! W, you did a lot of research. Like the scene where personality was formed that I saw back then, recalling that light… Saal-clap?]
Quad deuk! Munch! Damn it! Jump! Jump!
[Ugh! I’m sorry! Dad, I’m sorry!!]
Hyde desperately focused his attention as he looked at the professor sprawled out on the chair in the private barracks and his left arm draped all over the floor like a large vine.
[If we leave it like this, there will be war. Repair it somehow… or at least restore it to its original state…!]
At first, I wanted to give at least a little help as a big battle was ahead. If left like this, his left arm would have to be amputated to enable him to carry out daily activities, so Hyde clung to his arm with all his might.
During the two hours the professor was asleep, a scene straight out of cosmic horror was unfolding in his personal barracks.
****
“Sigh, I slept well. Ugh, it’s refreshing.”
My eyes opened naturally, as if receiving soft morning sunlight. My head is clear and I feel refreshed. My condition has improved significantly. I have to admit this. Hyde was right. What I needed was not a clear answer, but sleep.
‘I shouted at the top of my lungs that rest on the battlefield was also a form of combat, but I had actually forgotten that. I should thank Hyde. Hey, thank you, Hyde. It was very appropriate advice.’
[Hey, hey! Uh, um. Yeah, yeah. I’m glad you liked it.]
‘huh?’
I greeted the guy and stretched happily, but something felt… strange. The bodyless guy was panting and sweating, and the inside of the barracks was a mess.
It looks like it was cleaned up in some haste, from the dusty blankets all over the place, to the scuffed wooden chairs, to the tables and the ground with deep dents here and there.
‘….Did you come out?’
[Uh, uh, ugh! Wait, I just warmed up for a little while! I didn’t even go out of the barracks!]
I sighed at Hyde’s answer. Somehow this came out briefly. I would believe it if they told me that professional wrestling took place here.
‘Don’t sneak out like that. You should get some fresh air while I’m sleeping. There is something you did for me, so why can’t I do even that much? Just by moving your body for a moment, the mutation factor won’t increase so explosively, right?’
If you think about it, that guy saved my life from death, but I wonder if I was too selfish all this time.
Since I had a good rest, I was thinking about going back to get my hair done, but then I thought I should clean up this mess, so I reached for the dirtiest blanket.
Knock, Knock,
“….huh?”
weird. I got used to the length of my left arm a long time ago. Why can’t I get the blanket? Did you sleep so comfortably that your senses returned to how they used to be?
This was difficult. Now the left arm is one of the important means of combat, but the balance is lost here. He hurriedly swung his left hand, but it felt strange.
A cool, familiar feeling.
“Uh… this?”
Although I obviously fell asleep wearing a thick winter military uniform, I could feel the cool winter air on my swinging arms. What had happened was that the entire shoulder area was bursting open, exposing… an average-sized left arm with black vertical lines scattered across the skin color. Although it was a bit far from ordinary, it was definitely my arm. My original arm! These are not monster arms that can’t even hold a gun, but my arms that my mom made for me!
“Uh oh, oh oh! Hey, hey! Hyde! this this!!!”
[I’m sorry! Still, it will definitely be helpful in battle… so consider it that way! I sleep!]
“Sorry?”
It looks like he did something while I was sleeping. Even though it hasn’t completely returned to human arms, it’s something like this. I tried to praise you a lot, but…
“Did you… run away?”
This familiar feeling. A familiar feeling of anxiety.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that compared to the arms with more colored flesh, there were more black areas going up to the shoulders.
Jiik-Flutter!
“Uh… you’ve increased a bit?”
A military uniform that was hastily thrown away. And what was revealed inside was my body, a mixture of black gloss and flesh color.
The part surrounded by black upper covering the entire left chest in the front and extending to the area near the solar plexus and in the back to the area near the wing bones.
When I unconsciously beat my chest with my right hand, I heard a cracking sound. Not only did the outer part change, but the entire chest muscle was transformed into this strange substance.
I try moving my fingers, turning my shoulders, and shaking my fist. There was no problem with movement. No, rather, it felt like it had become more agile, perhaps because the parts of its body that had been transformed into the type 3 mutant had increased. A sound like a whip cutting through the wind was heard from the roughly swung fist.
[Well… I was about to face a big battle, and I thought it would be possible to strengthen my combat power even a little, so I tried to change my arms so that they could go back and forth between their original form and the form with the claws, but suddenly the upper part of my body started to split. ..]
“Oh my gosh, it’s done, dude. What is your excuse? Do not do it Do not do it. “It was something I expected to some extent.”
I just forgot about it, wishing it hadn’t happened like this. This is something I’ve already heard from the doctor.
[The same goes for changes in meal size. Isn’t it strange that even if you eat dozens of servings, you don’t even feel full? This probably means that other than the left arm, changes are starting to occur here and there in the body.]
What an administration researcher said in District 47.
As he said, it was a digestive issue, but I felt it after coming here and actively swinging my left arm. This kind of power cannot be achieved by just changing the arm. Although it wasn’t visible, my body was changing.
The parts that are now exposed on the chest and back are only the external changes made to Hyde’s will and reaction.
[…..]
“Don’t blame yourself. If you hadn’t changed your left arm and blocked the laser blade, I wouldn’t have had a chance to worry about this. “It’s just that the truth that I had to face at some point came to me a little early.”
W said that once flowering has started, there is no way it will stop. The guy recognized it. my condition. And Hyde is very closely related to that change.
[Then… Will we also change like that guy?]
“A person who adapts… well?”
A mutant virus that travels back through memory like a salmon towards the trauma at the moment of death. However, I was not dead yet, and my consciousness was clear.
“Like GG’s system says, I have [Overcome Mental Breakdown], right?”
Still, when I say the word ‘mother’ in my mouth, the fishy scent of blood comes to mind. However, it is not the feeling of opening an open wound, but just the familiar sensation felt when rubbing away a scar where new flesh has sprouted. The deep valley in the memory that the mutant virus searches for has long since healed quite tightly.
Maybe that’s the reason for my current exceptional state? As the virus began to trace back the memories of the body that did not die, wandering endlessly, unable to find a place to take root… What if Hydra began to be influenced by the newborn pure consciousness? If so, at the end of this change…
“…In any case, it’s probably a bit better than the monster born from the particularly shitty memories of the ‘Adapter’.”
[….I will find a way somehow.]
“Thank you for doing so. Well, it’s not like they’re going to flip over and jump out like an alien right away, so don’t be too hasty. “Let’s not hurry and startle people like we are now.”
With calm hands, I shook off the muddy blanket, put it on, put on the military uniform I had thrown off, and came out.
Seven o’clock in the morning. Hot steam was rising from the kitchen barracks.
“Let’s take the kids to eat. “I might survive today, but it’s too early to think about the future, right?”
[…..]
Hyde must have been so shocked that he didn’t say anything even when I tried to console him. I couldn’t really read what she was thinking, but I could tell that she was very worried.
‘…It’s really okay.’
It’s just that what I prepared for is coming. Right now, I was more interested in the changed left arm than that problem. I don’t know what it is, but I feel stronger. I have to risk my life right now to fight against hordes of special mutants, but this is good news. To check properly, let’s apply force as if stretching out our fingers.
Quad deud deuk! Wow!
The black line parted and quickly returned to its normal, large state. It seemed bigger and heavier than before, but perhaps because most of the connected parts had changed, the feeling of handling it felt lighter.
Bang, bang—
Kwajangchang!
Drop! Clap!
“ah.”
right. It was a garrison here.
The moment I swung my transformed arm without thinking, the five soldiers next to me who had dropped their trays were looking at my face and arm alternately with expressions that were difficult to express. The guy who still had his senses put his hand in his front pocket, seemingly trying to sound an emergency signal at any moment. Even when I saw it, it seemed a bit gross.
“Uh… um… I was checking the condition of the equipment. “Go back and get your meal.”
“Yes, yep! “Thank you for your hard work!”
“Well… uh… have a hard time!”
Seeing the soldiers rushing away as if they were running away, I put my left arm back to its original state.
Kwajajak, kwajajak! Sigh!
“…It’s very convenient. “I’ll have to eat and get a gun.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious, but I’ll worry about that later.
For now, I decided to focus on surviving right now.
****
fantasy,
