Chapter. 10 Lead and silver coins (28)
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The incident, as always, happened suddenly.
On the way to the supply depot to get new clothes instead of torn ones.
A commotion began among the soldiers who were lining up to receive breakfast.
“mike. “When are you going to repay the money you lent me?”
“What are you talking about? “I have never borrowed money from you.”
“what. Mike, did he borrow money from you too? “I haven’t paid mine back yet.”
As I was passing by, I heard a little personal story that wasn’t that big of a deal. I thought it would be taken care of and tried to pass by.
however.
“Are these people crazy as a group? “Why am I borrowing money when I have no need to spend it while working at the station?”
“…No, you borrowed money. mike.”
“Yes, that’s right. “They borrowed money and looked down on me a lot because I was short.”
“Did you say your girlfriend’s name is Kate? Her late mother’s name was also Kate. “You killed my mother!”
“mike! Why are you ignoring us? You went around beating and killing mothers, right? “A bastard like you, a scum like you, deserves to die!”
“Kill!”
“Kill the criminal Mike!”
“Once this guy disappears, peace will return!”
“Kill!”
“Why, why are you like this… You’re being so playful, aren’t you? Leave this. This – billion! “Ahh!”
The soldiers cooperated with the ridiculous conspiracy, and then suddenly began to violently lynch the innocent soldier.
Not only them, but in various places, several soldiers were lynching a person for no reason.
“Kill!”
“It’s because of you that the world has become like this, that my mother died, and that I’m on the battlefield like this!”
“I said everything would be fine without you!”
“Oh, don’t come. Do not come!!!”
Taang! Taaaang!
“Write a congratulatory message with their blood!”
“Cut off the limbs and hang them!”
“Burn it!”
“Witch! I will kill the witch and restore her happiness!”
The terrified victims opened fire on them, but there were too many who had already fallen into madness.
The bayonet got stuck in the leg of the soldier who was shooting the gun.
The soldier who tried his best to escape was caught and thrown into boiling water.
Oil was poured on the body of a person struggling to survive.
“Aaaah! gas! Gaaaaaass!!!”
The soldier was engulfed in fire in an instant and passed away in his final moments of death.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the mania happened suddenly and at the same time without me having time to run away.
Eeeeennn-! Eeeeenn-!
“It’s an enemy attack!”
“All in combat position! “It’s a biochemical terrorism situation!”
“Personal doping permit! “All non-contaminated personnel will be injected with Lion Heart!”
“Check the pollution source in the north-northwest direction! It’s an enemy attack! “It’s an enemy attack!”
Listening to the command’s quick response and the siren sound, I knocked down the man who was in a dazed state and took out two of the five injections neatly placed in his inner pocket, one red and one brown, and quickly shot them into his thigh.
Push!
“Ugh!”
My vision was shaken, and an unpleasant sensation disturbed my head, along with the sensation of dense liquid flowing through my veins.
Mixed nerve agent Lionheart. It is a type of detoxifier and stimulant with almost no side effects, except for a slight feeling of nausea and sharp discomfort in the vision.
Through my wavering vision, I could see white smoke slowly flowing on the floor.
‘Shit. I couldn’t spot it because it was mixed with the morning fog! It’s a psychotropic gas!’
A low white gas. It was not the type that was heavier than air and easily spread. It is not easy to spray so widely.
‘I wouldn’t know if I had sent it on the constantly blowing winter wind!’
He lifted the telescope from the fallen soldiers’ belongings and turned his attention to where the smoke was coming from.
Next to the Happy Blind Garrison, a tall rocky valley. At a glance, there was a burning object spouting thick smoke that anyone could tell was the cause of this situation. About 3 meters tall. On a dark winter morning when the sun is just beginning to shine, an orange firework catches your eye.
‘Burning…. cross?’
No, when I looked closely, it wasn’t just a cross. A burning cross that is hard to recognize because it has been scorched and melted, but with traces of human flesh and skin remaining. Below it, a tanned, grey-brown body and countless human legs were moving, supporting the body and the cross.
Surprisingly, the cross that was burning itself was actually a living thing.
‘Unidentified type 3. The Artists’ Union has moved!’
The professor threw away the telescope and ran towards the commander’s barracks. I could see soldiers wearing gas masks everywhere, hitting frantic soldiers with the butts of their butts, and there were some familiar faces among them.
“Ian! Ezel! Vex! “Were you gathered together?”
“Urajil! I thought I was going to lose my mind waiting for you…! hey! “What’s wrong with your arm?”
“There is no time to explain! “Doping!”
Whoa!
“A passerby threw it and we all ended!”
“Then stay behind! “They will come soon, so we need to secure the equipment before that!”
“Guys?”
“okay! “You’ve sowed confusion in the enemy camp, so it’s obvious they’ll push in!”
Quaaaang!
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Crackling-
[Enemy attack! Command barracks, there’s a monster in the command barracks- Wow!]
At that moment, as if to prove the professor’s words, a heavy crash sound and a death message rang out over the garrison broadcasting station.
Smoke and screams cover the garrison. Numerous Type 2 and Type 2.5 variants began running toward the Dome garrison as if they had been waiting.
The start of an all-out war was a surprise attack by a weak enemy.
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo!
Quang!
Uuuuung- Pazzzzzzzzz!!!
“Kwaaaa!!!”
“Wow! Ooooh!!”
Machine guns and grenade launchers that continuously fire.
From a plasma catapult that reduces an area of about 10 meters to ashes with a single blow, there is even an electromagnetic net.
“Hmm. As expected, it doesn’t go as easily as normal things. “I wish it had been a little more confusing.”
“…Gaaaa….Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
“hmm? Alas, there is no need for that, Glinda. Don’t beat yourself up like that when you’re overexerting yourself. Wouldn’t it be a problem if they all died in the first place? They are doing well enough. “I’m proud of you.”
Crack, crack.
At his words, the face of the woman with the ugly grimace on the cross smiled distortedly.
The top of a rocky hill about 1km north-northwest of Dome’s garrison.
W was sitting next to his new sister and watching the battlefield.
Should we say that they are the best fighting group that divides the wasteland? Although there was a brief moment of confusion in the beginning, once they settled in, they quickly began to overwhelm the large army of mutants with overwhelming firepower. Once they enter the kill zone, the brunt of the mutant army quickly breaks and begins to be crushed. If things continued like this, Dom’s forces that had blocked the surprise attack could have turned around and advanced to Happy Blind’s residence, but W didn’t care.
In the first place, his purpose was not to protect people who had fallen into strange beliefs, but to guide the box to find its own path.
Clap-catter-
“AA AA AA….”
W, who was quietly watching the massacre, turned his head. Talking to his family is always a priority for him.
“Oh yeah. It might have seemed that way to Glinda. Since you can go anywhere, shouldn’t you just deliver it in person? But Glinda. As you know, don’t we brothers all have our own rules tied to the memories of the original? “I am not free from that heavenly punishment.”
“Yiyi….ah?”
“Ah, that can’t be possible. It’s good to care about your family. It’s not that difficult. I… cannot stay in one place of my own will. It’s an innate wanderlust that comes from the original. If I have work, I can stay there for a while, but if I don’t have work, I end up passing by someone’s side like a ghost, endlessly, until someone calls me. Personally, I find it very unpleasant. Just a few seconds. “You end up wandering around an unfamiliar world without even having time to appreciate the scenery.”
“Iiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
At the sight of his sister showing warm concern for his rules and suggesting her own solution, W ended up laughing out loud.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! It’s not that simple. Like all of our originals, my original was also a very seriously distorted person. Family requests are not accepted as ‘work’. What they want is what I want, so how can that be work? In the same sense, I am not allowed to stay in one place to pursue my own goals. “Only when I am carrying out other people’s work can I stay in one place, have a conversation, and see the world.”
I thought it was like a curse. A life in which he cannot stay in one place even for a moment unless someone needs him. And he can’t stay by the side of someone who really needs him.
So he could not return to her side except when he visited her residence to receive a transfer of shillings from the collector before the transaction.
A short business visit. That was as much as he could stay in his home.
After the short, fleeting reunion, he flew to the side of someone he didn’t even know, and had to wander around looking for ‘work’ again, drowning out his deep longing.
“Thanks to this, when I wanted to get something like this, I used to have to go through a very complicated process. Reach out to people who have what you want. In the process of achieving it, I achieve some of my goals. So a little bit here. A little bit there. Only by gathering the intersection of their goals and my goals one by one can I finally achieve ‘what I want.’ Hmm…. You can think of it as having to lend a hand to 100 different people to put together a 100-piece puzzle.”
I came back so far. One year to live life as an adaptor and wander the world like a ghost because of that damn curse. The first person to call him in was a collector who discovered one of W’s footsteps. First adaptor. Prototype, created. The moment she called him her family, it became his home and her goal.
“What I hope for is really nothing special. “I just wish I could stay by my brothers’ side and in the same space as them for a long time.”
His wanderlust and inability to stay at home are the origin of the creature W, so there is nothing he can do about it.
In that case, all we need to do is narrow down the world we live in. Just as in the past, the old humanity launched nuclear weapons and reduced the human territory by more than 90%. Whether it’s a weapon, a powerful threat, or an environmental factor. All we have to do is narrow the world itself further.
People shouldn’t all die because they can’t stay by their family’s side. So much so that no matter where you go, you see the collapsed laboratory where the Collector is. Yeah, something about the size of a small town would be perfect. It was enough to have only that many people in a world that was small enough to hear each other’s voices if they sang loudly.
And, he finally found people who could help him achieve his dream.
Happy Blinds. People filled with madness who believe that everything inherited from the old era, even humans who contain memories of that time, must be eliminated.
In their utopia, the only ones allowed to exist in the world are the newly born, especially the ‘sheep’ who were born in their community and only know the knowledge of this changed world. Blind people of innocence who can truly and happily accept this hell, taking for granted a wasteland without a single blade of grass and a world where people die every day. Their utopia is completed when all remnants of civilization and humans in the world are eliminated, the sheep grow up to be able to take responsibility for themselves, and the leading classes, ‘Shepherd’ and ‘Nun’, commit suicide. In a world that small, nothing special would happen. No matter where he goes, familiar scenes will catch his eye.
Suddenly, a familiar face caught my eye at the garrison where the battle was in full swing in the distance. This one carrying another piece to reach his secret garden. Professor Park. He was truly an interesting man. When I saw the direction he was running towards, W’s voice sounded a little uneasy.
“Hmm… It would be difficult if that friend dies at the hands of Brother Claw. “I told you in advance, but neither the claws nor the other brothers are people who think much.”
Please overcome it. Don’t get too hurt, and don’t be too fine. I hope that even though he is a complete wreck, he survives and works for him until the end.
W watched the professor struggling and silently cheered him on.
A puzzle piece that moves secretly in a corner of the battlefield.
Another piece of dust and black smoke that would be flying by now.
And… until the very last piece that is waiting for the opportunity with bated breath.
Who will raise a toast of victory? And what reward will he get as a result?
W was fun. Breaking free from the shackles of the original and doing something new reminded him that he was an independent entity, not just a collection of traumas.
The hard work of the process and the joy of success. The frustration of failure. I will swallow them all with joy.
“Well, the end is coming. Will the professor who survived the hands of the ruthless brothers run towards the bait? He finally saw through the whole truth and left me frustrated and with yet another job to do. Or else… I will die in the frustration of great loss and be reborn as a new brother.”
The final act of a mismatched group drama that even he can no longer know where it will lead. All the puzzles were finally coming together in one place.
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fantasy,
