Chapter. 16. The Saint and the Perfection (1)
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Ch.16: The Saint and the Perfection (1)
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Gulp- Gulp-
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
When I came out of the dragon’s realm, the only people next to us were sailors who were busily moving about where they had gone. Judging by the extent to which the firewood in the crematorium had died down, it seemed that about an hour had passed, but unlike the realm of the World Tree, the Dragon Lair did not seem to stop time.
And what.
The crew members who had been working all night with the torches on suddenly fell asleep when I suddenly appeared with a bright light.
While they, who had only heard that I had been kidnapped by a dragon, were congratulating me on not returning in the same form as Aldar or Senika, Captain Avery, who had brought me a metal kettle decorated with jewels that looked almost like a work of art, quietly patted me on the shoulder and pointed to the watchtower. He said that there was nothing for me to do since the battlefield was cleared and the funeral proceedings were over anyway, so all I had to do was clean up after him. It is said that our ship’s law is to provide sailors who have lost family or friends with a day of free time and the best alcohol.
“…How much does one sip of this cost?”
Thanks to that, while everyone was busy, I was able to enjoy a drink and watch the stars at the watchtower.
It was very bitter and strong, but the scent was overwhelming. I thought that the taste of the liquor was beautiful, and without realizing it, I sent a thank you note in the direction of the captain.
The liquor kettle alone looks like it could be worth a fortune. Coarse rubies and emeralds sparkle in the brightly lit torch, and a dragon symbol engraved vividly as if alive in the center.
“aha.”
When I glanced under the watchtower, I saw a merchant from Gold Geyser opening the box the sailors had brought with sweaty, trembling hands and repeatedly making a face as if he were about to faint from the brilliant light emanating from it.
sunken desert. Most of the items that sank along with the history of the desert were the goods of unsophisticated merchants who dreamed of creating their own Silk Road. People in the desert thought it was a scary taboo, but the people in Naji only thought of it as an indigenous superstition.
Since this was the surface layer of the sunken sea, where hundreds of years of shipwrecked merchant ships were concentrated, the value of the items salvaged from there would be indescribable. Above all, the sunken sea is a place that even swallowed up the fragments of the desert kingdom where dragons once lived. Just by looking at the expressions of the merchants who came down to appraise the precious metals, it was easy to see that the items the sailors had picked up without knowing anything were extraordinary and close to the level of national treasures. Perhaps this liquor is something close to such a treasure. Even though it has been aged for hundreds of years, it has not turned into vinegar, and the scent is still strong enough that it needs to be left open.
“I paid more than enough for the ferry fare.”
The Dry Oasis seemed to have been suffered by Mute to a miserable extent. The steering wing was broken and replaced with a door, the auxiliary mast was broken at the waist, and the side of the ship was in tatters full of claw and teeth marks. Of course, the condition of the crew was as bad as the condition of the ship.
Perhaps, with that much money, he could quit his career as a sailor and return to his hometown for three generations to live happily ever after.
….Gulp, Gulp, Gulp-
“Keuuuuu.”
The strong drink that was poured from the kettle went down my throat and gave out a burst of heat.
A flickering wood fire and cloudy smoke.
Flash. Flash.
A system notification that blinks irritatingly, as if telling me to look at it.
“…Okay, okay. “Now I know what you want from this shady system.”
My mind is still full of things that haven’t been sorted out, but I can’t just stand still.
Under the influence of alcohol, I put my finger on the system notification, which was obviously full of homework.
Tiring-!
[Player ‘professor”s external connection is resumed.]
“….Chat room. “I have to check the chat room first.”
It was obvious that there would be another uproar like last time, so I had to let them know that I was fine. Most of the people here are connected to my acquaintances, so it would be quickest to let them know here. You may not be able to check private messages if you are not connected.
The professor, dizzy from the alcohol, shook his head to decide what to say, and opened the chat room screen with the familiar yet unfamiliar name [Professor Park’s Game Saeng Game Sa (Real Death) Ch.1] written on it.
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– Nutria Gena: Wake up! When I got home from work, the broadcast broke out!
– Heungan Dumplings: Oh rat! I haven’t seen you lately, are you working? What are you doing?
– Nutria Gena: I moved to the newly created 4th Dome in Area 45. The great president said that water and bread are free for revolutionary survivors based on the spirit of the frontier!
– Jokass: If you look closely, we idiots are truly capable. If you are in area 45, are you a soldier? You must be busy?
– Nutria Gena: ㄴㄴ Even today, I am a power generation worker who delivers light to the underground bunker with my two strong legs.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Untouchable Shack. Did you really have to go to dangerous Area 45 to do that? If you’re bored, the defense line collapses and we’re always left with support missions. That’s a town where you can experience Juggling Blood in 4D.
– Nutria Gena: There is nothing we can do. All safe areas have been completely consumed, so I can’t make a living by farming like I used to, and I don’t have any special abilities, but I have a lot of money to fill, so I need at least support from immigrants to make ends meet.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Oh, is your family alive? Are you a super lucky guy? How old is your child?
[Player ‘professor’ enters-]
– Nutria Gina: Not the child, but the parents. He was unable to move due to the aftereffects of the war, so he had to earn three servings.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Aemi
– Jokass: Niimi Bulletproof Spoon
– Noroo Drug: There are still young people left who can do ‘filial piety’. There is still a population in the wasteland that is damaged by Padrip!
– Holly: He seems like the best groom. How can two parents with limited mobility survive?
– Nutria Gena: Oh, you like it? Would you like to come and have some tea? In today’s world, it’s really rare to find a family where you can marry in?
– Holly: The generator beggar is a bit….
– Roru Drug: A rich girl is a waste of money for a generator beggar.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: People are okay, but only the people are okay.
– Nutria: Damn it! Noru, you are a generator worker too! Homophobia!
– Noru Drug: You have dependents. Am I a dependent? Our professional money-making machine buys rice and meat~♥
– Jokass: ….I miss my mom.
– Noru Drug: Even if you can’t see your mom, I’ll make sure you can be your dad?
– Jokass: Inspection! Call the inspector! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh
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“…..hmm?”
My hand, which had been typing a bunch of excuses, stopped.
No confusion, no worries. Even the notification that I had come in was buried in the conversation among themselves and went up without being noticed.
….what?
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[Player ‘Jokass’ ‘Noru Drug’ has left.]
– professor: How are you?
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Oh, hanging! Good timing! I just came in too!
– Heungan Mandu: Uh oh… are you here? How is your body?… Oh, you don’t know yet, right? Because that’s an outside thing.
– Heungan Mandu: Congratulations? Judging from the fact that the dome even cut off the broadcast to check if you were a ‘mutated body’ or something, in preparation for when you come out, I guess it’s really not long before you clear? Let’s see…is it still a desert?
– professor: If it’s a mutated body… my outer body? Do you coordinate that? So you stopped broadcasting?
– Heungan Mandu: That’s how I understood it? Uh… you know what?
– professor: That’s right, then! I guess my body is a bit unusual, so… in many ways? It’s like in an F1 race where the mechanic team just sticks around and changes the wheel. Uh… overall… something like that!
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After looking around, I immediately went up to the top of the chat room and looked at previous records. After a cursory inspection, I noticed that the dome had posted a notice saying something like [As the clearing approaches, care for Professor Park’s mutated body will begin prior to his transfer of consciousness].
“…President Young does one thing very quickly. “You didn’t want to cause any further confusion in the Dome, which was already in chaos due to refugees.”
The last time the broadcast was cut off in the Empire, people who were religious or not even protested to the administration to save Professor Park. Considering that the demonstrations of this era involved carrying firearms, it would not have been a very pleasant situation for the ruler. It seems that the Dome’s media control department had prepared its own measures based on its experience at that time. Seeing how they quickly calmed down the situation.
Anyway, the fact that I have less work to do is definitely good news.
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– DOOMgay: Hey.
– professor: Oh my. Who is this? Aren’t you the head of BDSM?
– DOOMgay: A guy whose brain is missing and is remotely controlled by the president. I heard it’s coming out soon. Every time I look at it, it’s all tangled up like a nest of bugs, and I wonder how they untangled it?
– professor: ….That’s right.
– DOOMgay: There must be quite a bit of preparation to do before coming out. As for the body, no matter what the administration and we do. Other than that, there are quite a few things.
– Nutria Gena: Ah, that’s right. You also need some determination. It’s definitely something that requires preparation.
– professor: What?
– Heungan Dumplings: Is there anything that comes to mind when you see Jokas’s harmonious family? really?
– professor: ….divorce lawyer?
– Holly: It’s the opposite. It is said that a love affair in the wasteland usually begins with living together unless you are someone who holds a gun when you meet, but it is not common to find a family that lives as smoothly as those two. Aren’t they a good couple?
– DOOMgay: Okay then. Usually, one of the two is found dead with divorce papers signed with a shotgun. If it’s been that long, it’s already been 100 years.
– Namba Three: Sister-in-law, sister-in-law! Lady Dana! You said you wouldn’t even watch the broadcast if you trusted me to sort it out for you! That Rakshashan is a killer woman who is doing something! What happened to that woman? I can’t see it next to you, but have you cleaned it up?
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….Tak.
While I was happily talking about the familiar name I had not seen in a long time, my typing hand stopped as if it had been nailed.
As I was looking resentfully at the empty liquor kettle, I heard the sound of a rope being pulled from underneath, and several bottles of lukewarm cactus liquor were tied to the end of it. The sailor pulling the rope was seen waving his hand upward. Naruka. He was a young watchtower sailor. My eyesight is good and my eyesight is bright at night.
Kirik Pong –
It was a cheap, sour liquor that was completely different from before, but as soon as I drank it, my hands started moving again.
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– professor: ….yeah. Organized.
– Namba Three: Keuuuuuuu pure man! It doesn’t seem like you usually have a strong obsession. Where are you now? Have you been sent away forever? Without any room for comment?
– professor: ….I have a good feeling. It’s over there now.
– Namba Three: Uh…. Huh?
– DOOMgay: ….For some reason, his expression was so rotten. Revenge. Did you finish it properly?
– professor: If you do that, you’ll be in big trouble. Because I killed it.
– DOOMgay: ….fuck you.
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I don’t know his age, but he always spoke warmly to me, calling me brother, brother. When asked, he pointed to the dying firewood.
Since they were all from the wasteland, questions such as why they were killed or how they were killed did not come up. There is no one who has survived in the wasteland and not seen the person next to him die, and there is no one who has not put a bullet into the head of a dead person who has risen again as a mutant.
This means that you can tell what’s going on just by looking at the facial expressions and nuances. At least the kids here have known me long enough to understand that.
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– DOOMgay: ….are you drinking? Hey, if there’s a guy at home drinking, go get it.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: I’ll bring ours. There will be a lot of that moonshine that Ji sells in Bukar’s bag.
– Heungan Mandu: I don’t even have enough rice to eat.
– DOOMgay: Where is the guard post? Is there alcohol diluted liquid for cleaning? Bring some so we can have a drink together. If you eat well, you won’t die.
– professor: Nothing special….
– DOOMgay: I’m not trying to end it neatly so as not to make anything special. Because Professor Park’s personality is like that, he’s going to be shaking like he’s crying. Drink and sleep. Wake up refreshed the next day and start a new life.
– DOOMgay: Okay, cheers.
– Heungan Mandu: Cheers – It’s been a while since I tried this.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Cheers-
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“….Ugh. “If it’s just a matter of making a drinking party, then you come forward with all your hands… What’s the use of a toast via LAN?”
Even though he said that, the hand holding the liquor bottle was lifted into the air.
“….Cheers.”
Invisible friends. An invisible drinking glass. And towards the person who is gone forever somewhere out there.
braided.
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– Heungan Dumplings: Ugh, I’m so sorry. xckl
– DOOMgay: This guy really sucked.
– Heungan Dumplings: Who knows how to treat acute alcoholism, please tell me quickly –
– DOOMgay: I’m not dying, I’m not dying. A lot of my friends from Russia did that and only five people died.
– Holly: Uh… how many people were there in total?
– DOOMgay: About twenty-two people?
– Heungan Dumplings: Jugin….Jugindeaaagggauweeeek
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Pisik.
Ian must have been here for a while, so it was quite funny to see them playing drums and janggu together.
The emotions mixed with the hot alcohol flowed out along with the laughter and quietly dispersed.
“….bye. It’s Ana. Next time… I’ll meet a better man.”
The professor finally realized that he was ready to move on.
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– DOOMgay: I had a drink and made a toast to the wrinkled professor, so let’s talk about work.
– professor: Work? what?
– DOOMgay: Hey, look at this. Since I’m always thinking about dragons and magic, I’ve lost my sense of reality. Me and Ezel, who always stay for 34 minutes and go sightseeing, are hanging out like this. Don’t you feel anything different from usual? The kids who were always wandering around in the corner of the wasteland and just watching due to poor connection are talking like this?
– professor: Hmm. Are you in?
– DOOMgay: Yeah dude. Since I was busy, I took a break from my second shift and returned to the BDSM dome where I was hanging out outside. Area 45 is still under development, but it still has everything. Since it is an outpost, military maintenance seems to be faster here.
– Nutria Gena: Oh, were you the group of beggars who came in during the day? Now that I think about it, you came in pretty early this time, right? From what I heard before, it seemed like you went through a lot of trouble looking for something outside of zone 45, and hearing about the condition of your car?
– DOOMgay: ….Crystal.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: I met a noble person… I should say… right?
– DOOMgay: Should I say I met a noble person or a noble person?…
– DOOMgay: Damn it, now that I think about it, the location the president took a picture of was his house, right?
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Exactly. The coordinates were so accurate that when guided bombing was called, the bomb was stuck on the top of the human shelter.
– DOOMgay: The mission was double duty. In a situation like now where Dom is squeezing out everything he has, it would definitely be convenient to bring in a guy like that. Of course, there has to be Professor Park. If you don’t want to be dragged by the president’s leash, you have to have that damn devil’s tongue.
– Heungan Mandu: Who on earth did you meet? Have you come here to join a violent external survivor group?
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: ….Cheonryuje. I came with that person.
– Heungan Mandu: What?
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Pooh wow!
“who? “Cheonryuje?”
If it’s Cheonryuje, it’s him. A self-proclaimed Superman who wielded an Argalian sword and a sword, cut down a real dragon, and conquered the world with just a sword dance.
Why is he popping out here?
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– Nutria Gena: Heaven and earth, infant great monotony, supreme, non-fighting faction, heavenly flow emperor? Was that person still alive? I thought you died because it’s been a while since you went to April World and stopped broadcasting?
– DOOMgay: Oh, nutria? Are you a fan of that guy? So you understand him well?
– Nutria Gena: ….rather?
– DOOMgay: Okay. Please cooperate with the investigation. Is it really that guy? Isn’t it like a super soldier made in the U.S. or a high-tech cyborg that is indistinguishable from humans made in an older era?
– Heungan Mandu: Oh, you’ve gone too far. Even if it’s a thousand-year system, that’s a bit much.
– Nutria Gena: No… I can’t even say there’s no possibility of that… People have looked at the connection code registered with Cheonryuje’s ID? There’s no secondary security at all? However, not a single biometric code, vehicle civil registration card, or anything else that could guarantee identity was found. Is that possible unless you’re a human who jumps out of a jungle or an uninhabited island? Since he is a real super soldier, the government may have erased his past. Why do you really cut bullets and cut mutants with a knife like you did in GG? Are you really a swordsman to your core who only wears a uniform?
– DOOMgay: ….The guy I saw was an outrageous bastard who ran out of the shelter wearing a wasteland protective suit and wielded a chainsaw with Lv.5 level laser cutter blades attached to it with one hand. It would be great if they didn’t swing that at us.
– Nutria gina: A. You don’t use a knife? I’m a bit disappointed. When it comes to Cheonryuje, a sword in one’s hand and a sword on one’s waist are not trademarks.
– Soy sauce gay bar: It’s bitter. He didn’t use the sword on his belt, but instead wielded something like a sword with his free hand. I live among people who have a reputation for being truly crazy, but after cooking, I hit the thrown grenade with a palm-sized knife! This is the first time I have seen a parade of people perform the feat of cutting and removing only the fuse. Oh my goosebumps.
– Heungan Mandu: No, wait a minute. I just skimmed over it, but doesn’t that mean you risked your life fighting with Emperor Cheonryu? Opening a grenade and wielding a modified laser blade? For what? Have you ever looted it?
– DOOMgay: I don’t know! That bastard attacked me without any hesitation?
– Heungan Mandu: I heard you came together. Are you saying they brought the body or subdued it and put it on a truck?
– DOOMgay: ….He charged while avoiding the crossfire mixed with artillery fire by stepping, but stopped just as he was about to cut down the tank barrel with that strange laser-chainsaw. He looked at Bex’s face, then at my face, and then at the horribly torn BDSM flag, and asked in a voice like dried, twisted bread, ‘Is there a guy named Professor Park here too?’ He said.
– Heungan Mandu: Huh?
– Nutria Gena: What?
– Holly: Yes?
– professor: Me?
– DOOMgay: Yeah you dude. That psycho bastard was looking for you?
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“….why?”
No matter how much I thought about it, there was no connection with Emperor Cheonryu. If there is one, there is only one.
‘Complete. I am the third candidate for completion. ‘Scheduled to be cleared for the third time. The second is Cheonryuje and the first is Rabbit.’
Just something to do with Gedroitz.
“…Are you by any chance?”
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– DOOMgay: To spar at the BDSM headquarters, I sent all my kids to the hospital and meditated.
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At Ian’s answer, the professor unconsciously clenched his fist.
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