Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 112

Chapter.8 Oh Bloody, Boombla-da (1)

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Ob-loo-dy boomb-la-da / Oh Bloody Boomb-la-da.

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Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee_

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Clap, clap, clap!

[warning. Unauthorized access. Disarmed, hands above head-]

“It’s me, dude! “Open the door!”

[New new master?]

“Hey~ Corduroy! “It’s been a little over a week, but it feels like it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you again!”

[Even the owner! Why did you change your car again?]

Corduro’s happy voice comes through the speaker. After all, I feel like it’s over only when I hear Corduro’s soaring voice.

With the sound of the turret going down, the door opened, revealing our old, dusty shelter that I missed so much.

“It’s home!”

“Aaaah! master! Do you know that he has been away from home for several days without contacting us? “I was so worried because I thought something bad had happened to the owners.”

Bibibbibik-

Kidney. 176cm.

voice. check. Professor Park.

Iris. check. Professor Park.

build. Inconsistency.

Left hand fingerprint. Unable to confirm.

Inconsistency. Inconsistency. Inconsistency. Inconsistency.

“Ahhhh, it’s bad!!!”

“This is the third time you’ve done that, dude.”

The professor got off, shaking his head in the expected reaction, and Ezel, who was riding behind him, followed suit, giggling.

Rumbling- Rumbling!

“If you’re not surprised when you first see that left hand, it’s abnormal, Professor Park. “Aren’t you uncomfortable with Bex?”

“Grunting…. Everyone is Yunan…. I can walk on my own feet even without a wheelchair or something…”

“Useup! A wheelchair is much faster than walking on those short legs, so shut up and sit down, dude. They say that you will get better over time by adding a lot of good medicine, but that doesn’t mean that you are not better now. “What kind of idiotic stubbornness are you-”

“Jooooo!!!! word! “Speak softly!”

“Oops!”

At Bex’s wild reaction, Ian stopped what he was saying and looked behind him.

Crack, tap!

This is because one more person came out from the car that Professor Ian Ezel Bex got out of.

A 10-year-old girl wearing a pretty dress and black shoes that the Dome gave her as a gift.

The child, who was looking around anxiously, hugged the crude doll he was holding and

snapped!

He ran at a brisk pace and clung to the professor’s left leg.

“Big!”

“Ugh!”

While the three men behind them fell down clutching their chests at a pure sight rarely seen in that wasteland,

beep beep beep beep beep –

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Unauthorized biometric code.

Name: Unknown

Gender: Female

Age: 9-10 years

Confirmed data: Extremely unstable condition. fear. Dependent. Dependent on – Professor Park.

Check the statistics you rely on for girls of that age. Most confirmed relationships. relationship. Beep beep. reconfirm. relationship. The man on whom young girls depend the most.

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Rattling-

“To the main master… To the new master…”

Corduroy’s lens shook uncontrollably, focusing on the girl hanging on the professor’s leg.

“Even the new new lady!!!!! Aaaah-aaah0011011010110100!!! lady!!! Master did it!!! After being away for a few days, he brought a new girl! Aaaaaaa@#*(@&*([email protected]^9!!!!!”

Dependent relationship: Confirmed as father and daughter.

Corduroy’s happiness circuit was burning brightly, turning into dust and ascending to heaven.

“That guy is You can ignore it. He’s the guy who helps me around the house, but he’s in a lot of pain.”

“Is he in pain…? That person too?”

“He’s not a person, um… Anyway, I think he’s a bit of a strange guy. Now, let’s go in. It’s a parade or something. It’s already dinner, so we have to eat first.”

Beep!

“Rice! I’ll prepare it right away! A lot of packages arrived from the dome about three days ago! Groceries, household goods, and more! Clothes for a child of this age. I also got a lot of stuff! I thought the owner might have developed a unique hobby, but I never thought there would be such a happy occasion!! Today is a sunny day, one of the few days a year, so it would be a good idea to have a barbecue party outside! Don’t do anything, just wash and rest! I will prepare everything. “Because

it’s a girl’s clothes… Of course, that raccoon-like man knew it would end up like this.”

“The president was a bit blatant at the cafe.”

Ezel and the professor muttered with serious faces or not, but

it was Bob. Corduro came to his senses after hearing those words and went straight into the house. Through the crack in the door he opened as he passed, strange lyrics like ‘New girl~ cute~’ were heard.

“Professor. Is your house always like this?

” “It’s because I live alone. I always have to be careful about depression!”

“I’m going to get manic, let alone depression.”

“Let’s go in first! Let’s go in, wash up, and think!”

The sun was setting behind the quiet shelter in District 47, which had become noisy after eight days. There was.

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Crackle crackling-

“What about the kid?”

“He must have been tired so he fell asleep first.”

“Yes. That little one went through a lot in one day.”

“Did you hear earlier? He said he ate bread for the first time in his life.”

“Where? “Is it just bread? He started crying when he saw the mashed potatoes that were served before the meal. He said that when he got potatoes with his mom, he always gave him most of them, and his dream was to share two whole potatoes, one with his mom.”

Afterwards, steak and soft bread were served. The girl whose eyes widened when she saw this. Bex’s eyes became red without realizing it when she remembered that image.

“So Hepburn.”

“hmm?”

“Who is he?”

It was like that. In fact, when the professor who said he was coming to have coffee with the inspector general brought a girl, everyone was wondering ‘what is going on?’, but they held back for fear that it might be something the child should not hear.

Vex – crazy about protecting children’s rights.

Ian – I had a dead daughter like that.

The two of them were very weak towards such a young child.

“Cynthia. Cynthia Bartos. “She is my comrade’s daughter.”

“If it’s a comrade in arms… during the 14th Special Operations Unit?”

“okay. This is a friend who died a long time ago because he was hated by the executive branch for acting like a whistleblower to save me. They said they had a daughter, and the Inspector General brought her to the conversation today during the day. “I brought it here in case you were curious.”

Clap, clank, clank!

Ian was wrestling with a battery and a machine with a lot of tangled wires, and looked up when he heard that it was a special task force.

“…who is the child’s mother?”

“It looks like the executive branch kept him alive to use as an example.”

“Use it as an example? what? To show that a widow who lost her husband lives a difficult life?”

“It was a little dirtier than that. They say he offered drugs to the child’s mother. “They threatened to kill my child if I didn’t do it.” Under

the starry

night sky, the only sound that could be heard was the burning sound of a campfire made from piled trash.

“This is a tactic often used by those in the executive branch. “They always loved using medicine.”

“Everyone knows from then on, right? The drugs I started forcing myself to use became the pleasure of a life of wandering around the Underdome alone, and at some point, the supply of drugs was cut off and I did anything to earn money for the drugs…” “

…I’m glad the kid is young.”

Haaaa –

At Ian’s words, an earth-shattering sigh came out of the professor’s mouth.

“The kid knows.”

“….what?”

“Cynthia, that kid knew everything. Every day, I watched Ji’s mother start taking drugs because of me and gradually become crazy about it. “Until my mother died from the drugs.”

“Holy shit-!”

Percussion!

Bex blocked Ian’s hand as he swung towards the table, unable to overcome his anger. It seemed like he was pointing to the shelter with his other hand out of fear of waking up Cynthia, who was sleeping.

“You’re pushing them so hard! You killed him easily….”

“I agree. “They were far from worthy of being burned.”

Crack!

The professor scratched his knuckles with his left fingertip, as was his habit, and drank the entire glass of water in front of him before holding out the empty glass.

“He said he only told me about the situation because he thought he might want to know.”

“I can understand that even if I’m not sensitive to that kind of thing. “I’m not saying I’m going to erase the debt.”

“yes. “This invisible debt bothers me more and more as time goes by.”

“Actually, our president told us to choose. Dome has a pretty good adoption system. “This is a world where there are many orphans and parents who have lost their children.”

“In the case of Cynthia… she was placed in quite a few homes, but she couldn’t adapt. He doesn’t speak well and doesn’t seem to have any intention of becoming friends. I just keep breaking things in the house. As adoption is mainly done in the upper class, the child’s mother’s past is overshadowed by such behavior, and ‘there is nothing I can do about it because she is a druggy’s daughter.’ “It’s the same frame.”

“There is an orphanage where such children end up going… but I was against that. Actually, I’m a bit special too. “As a child, I was rejected for adoption several times and grew up in an orphanage. Even now, I can’t hear in one ear that was wrongly applied.”

“He couldn’t say anything because he was afraid the child would hear him, but he made all kinds of gestures and signs from behind the president. Even though Brother Ralph is next to him trying to stop him, he does it recklessly.”

It’s such a bitter world. wherever you go Whatever you do. There was no place that was not permeated with bitterness.

“It’s a shame there’s no alcohol. “If it weren’t for the chaos at the dome, I could have found a place to sell it.”

“That’s right. Although there were an overwhelming number of professors’ names, I was surprised to see some people shouting my name. Vex! It was so cool! “But after hearing people say I’m cool with this face for the rest of my life, I thought my days were up.”

“Hehehe! The community was also upset. There seems to be some sort of chat room for ‘prospective BDSM subscribers’. Professor, they said they went into the District 47 chat room you were broadcasting in and ran away after getting sick of the ‘elegant conversations’ of the people there. They’re foolish. I know what BDSM does… hmm? “What are you doing so fussing in the corner of the gay bar?”

“Soy sauce gay bar! Or Ezel! Are you going to keep calling me names like that?”

“They made it that way and then started criticizing me.”

“Hehehe, let’s see how long that stiff attitude will last!”

As if Ezel suddenly remembered something, he rummaged through the small bag he was carrying on his back and took out two long boxes wrapped in luxurious fabric.

“….Pistol?”

“Well, the eyes only see something. “Even though I’m a little out of it, I still come to someone else’s house to hang out!”

Flap!

“I’m not so clueless as to come empty-handed!”

What Ezel unwrapped was a wide bottle that glowed brightly in the light of the campfire.

“….alcohol?”

“Hehehehe! It’s not just alcohol! A whopping Dalmore 62! The year is 2057, so this is the king of whiskey, and only 12 bottles were made in 1942, 115 years ago! “It’s something that even the Artists’ Association has expressed interest in purchasing!”

“How could you get such a ridiculous item…”

“Oh, the president gave it to me because I was going to your house to visit. “He told me to go and have a good time.”

“Keuuuuuu! He is a man who knows grace, but that president! They said they would give me a tank, and even acknowledged the right to capture it or something, and gave me a combat vehicle! Very human! “It’s trustworthy!”

The professor was seriously conflicted as he looked at the brilliantly shining work of art before his eyes.

‘Ugh, this is all debt. That raccoon-like man is definitely spraying it like that because he is confident that he will receive twice as much later. It means you’re being lobbied with your eyes open….’

[So you’re not going to drink that? I gave it to you as a gift?]

‘Are you crazy?’

Contrary to his conflicted mind, his hand had already removed the lid a long time ago.

Pong!

Opening with a clear and pure sound, Dalmore overwhelmed the audience with a solid and heavy scent worthy of its reputation.

“It’s an ancient scent….”

“It was 1942, long after World War II.”

“Even if the combined ages of the four of us are combined, we are ten years younger than this drink…”

“This is not a drink you can just drink. “Let’s just have one drink to commemorate the day that only one drink survived.”

They silently agreed, raised their glasses reverently, exchanged a toast, and then slowly emptied their glasses, savoring its complex and deep flavor.

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Soon they unanimously agreed to just have one more drink.

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1 hour later.

“Wahahahahahah!”

“So this stupid bastard [Professor! My friend is dying! “Die by my hands before I become completely mutated!” and then rushes in with a gun the size of a booger!”

“Ahhhhhh my stomach hurts! “The doctor said that laughing too much could be bad…!”

“Hey! Are you laughing? Vex! You, too, cried as soon as you saw the professor in the hospital room! “I even saw that bloody, half-corpse figure in the middle of a battle!”

“Khahahahahahahahahahahahaha these guys are heroes, they are the saviors of the dome haha”

Clink!

“Reimburse me for breaking the cup and go away, Ezel!”

“That sounds like pooping. “If it’s the cost of the alcohol I brought, I’m not guilty even if I take out all the cups and dishes in this house and break them and splash them!”

“Ah, I have to agree with that. Hey, is there anything else?”

“Let’s see… The second box is a bit plain. The president told me it was brandy, but I remember it well because I was drunk…”

“Give it to me, dude.” oh! It’s cognac. “Do you think the president is doing well?”

“Now that you are the President of District 47, of course you are living well. I guess you originally had a hobby of collecting things like alcohol. “He took me to the office and opened the cupboard, and there was a lot of stuff there.”

“Ugh- I hope something big happens at the dome one more time. Next time, I’ll definitely have to ask for the whole cupboard.”

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk at this, if there is a problem later I will have to overwrite it with BDSM. By the way, it’s metal, right? “What is that machine you were fiddling with earlier?”

“what? It’s metal, right? This gay faggot talks louder and louder. This was ripped off from a car audio. While the professor and Bex were sleeping, I was bored and went to the inspection department’s garage. He asked me to check the loot and showed me several smashed cars. The car was a complete mess, but the audio system seemed to be in good condition, so I took it off and gave it to him and asked for the rest as scrap metal. “I received it together with the tape… Iik!”

Quang!

Ian seemed to be fed up and threw away the audio that he rarely listened to.

“Is there a problem with the battery or connection? This picky guy has no intention of singing-”

Crackling- Crackling-

[Bam night night night! Night night night night!]

“….is it coming out?”

“…What the fuck?”

As if by a miracle, a cheerful melody began to flow from the car audio that had been fiercely thrown away.

“Hehehe! Ian: Basically, if you hit a machine, it will be repaired.”

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have beaten you to pieces. “It would have relieved my stress and killed two birds with one stone.”

“Anyway… you have quite refined tastes, don’t you? Isn’t this a very old song? “Obladi oblada by the Beatles, right?”

In response to the professor’s question, Ian nodded, listening to the cheerful rhythm coming from the car audio.

“I put it in earlier to secretly listen to it alone, but that stupid machine dragged that song all the way here.”

“Hey metal! “If there’s a good song, we should listen to it together. Why listen to it alone?”

“…that was my wife’s favorite song.”

At Ian’s quiet words, the noisy atmosphere calmed down in an instant.

‘I didn’t mean to break this good mood.’

Gulp Gulp –

Ian poured fragrant brandy into his glass and hummed a song that contained memories in each lyric.

‘ob-la-di ob-la-da. Life goes on…’

“Yes. “I was planning on telling you guys about it someday.”

Ian, who drank a glass of strong liquor in one go, took out his wife’s keepsake, which he had carefully kept in his arms, and placed it on the desk and said.

“Now that we’ve broken the mood, let me tell you an old story instead. It might not be fun, but it won’t be a problem as a snack.”

Ian gently stroked the old, small gun with his fingertips and told a story about the distant, perhaps not-so-distant past.

The starting point is an old house in Braunauam Inn, Austria.

Ian was a poor, dirty, skinny boy.

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