Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 379

Chapter. 17. Preparation for travel (2)

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“Did you send it off well?”

“What can I do well? “It’s Hyde who’s going.”

When I opened my eyes, there were administrators sitting in front of me, including the World Tree and the Atlaheva Hechling siblings.

….what can I say. It feels really strange.

Should I say something? I never thought it would be so unfamiliar to know that my thoughts are my own.

Over the past two years, my thoughts have naturally become opinions that I send to others, and at the same time that I have realized that I have no answer, my own advice has naturally come to me.

I felt foolish thinking about doing it alone without Hyde. Why are you doing this when there is no one to listen? insomuch as.

“You’ll get used to it, right? “I’ve lived my whole life without it, so what’s the point if I don’t have it?”

“…If that’s you, then it must be something like that. Thank you for your hard work. “In many ways.”

“Yeah whatever. Anyway, what happens now?”

“As I said before, from now on, history will begin at the end of your March World. “As there are more errors, we will have to proceed with some caution.”

History goes by. Just as there is a 70-year gap between World 2 and World 3, World April will also be a long time ago at this point.

“…Can you tell now how much time has passed?”

“no. We can only find out how future events will unfold by running the simulation. “Maybe you can take the time to look around before you enter April World.”

“It’s convenient.”

“It’s convenient… well, I don’t know.”

The world tree sitting next to me cooed for a moment, then swallowed its words and gently wrapped my hand with its small hand.

Atlaheva, who was quietly looking down at this scene, said.

“one week. Preparations will be completed in about a week in real time, so all you have to do is do whatever you need to do outside in the meantime. Haven’t you been able to breathe the outside air for a long time? “If a week is tight, you can come back a little longer.”

“okay. I hope you make as many good memories as possible. From now on… for your days.”

“It’s been a week… The more we play outside, the more polluted the data soul in the server room will be, right?”

“It won’t be fatal for a day or two, but I can’t say it’s not.”

“Then what?”

“…When you’re ready, just log out normally.”

“Oh yeah? See you in a week then! Loga-”

“Of course, your ‘body’ on the outside will be very different from the existing one, so you should prepare for some shock.”

“Ah…”

That’s right.

It’s been so long since I couldn’t return to reality that I forgot about it, but my body, which is now attached to the connector, is in a similar state to those artists, on the edge of type 2.5.

When I somehow regained consciousness with Data Soul, what I saw in the picture was literally a monster. It’s dark and somewhat spiky, and its face looks like it’s been pulled back, with the corners of its eyes and mouth sticking out fiercely…

How big is it? I remember it being placed on a frame that holds something like a Gundam. I heard from news from time to time that the size of the brain had decreased significantly as it recovered, but it was still true that I was worried.

I want to go back to being the human Professor Park, not the secret weapon ‘Destroyer Park MK-2’.

‘This really hits home.’

Hyde was exactly what I looked like on the outside. Since he fit perfectly on my old sofa… wouldn’t that be ok?

‘reality. ‘It’s reality…’

I vaguely thought I was going out, but when it came time to actually go out, my thoughts became more complicated.

I heard that while I was away, people were eating mutant meat and making kappa out of the mutant shells and wearing them.

Isn’t it said that since the Area 38 incident, there have been more variants with unique designs than Type 12?

BDSM has become an object of envy, with seven-year-old children saying, ‘I’m going to be a BDSM person when I grow up!’ Don’t you say they sound the same?

‘Ah, BDSM. Now that I think about it… you said Emperor Chen Liu is coming to see me right now, right?’

Shit. I already miss my lost dual-core notepad.

If Hyde had existed, by now we would have thought, ‘Reality? Let’s see… what was there, who came to meet me, who sent a message, I also have to meet Cheonryuje…’ he must have recited one after another.

Cheonryuje. Rabbit Princess. Both of them are world clear players who arrived in the ‘Administrator’s space’ where I am now and have received rewards as ‘completer candidates’.

The reward vending machine is still in front of my eyes. The reward list is now half-empty, with four spaces labeled [SOLD OUT].

“World tree. “Can I ask you something?”

“If only I could answer.”

“…What did Rabbit and Cheonryuje receive?”

As for what was left, there was a long line of fantastic rewards such as ‘Gedreuts drone control rights’ / ’50-person space base migration rights’ / ‘Humanity’s hope server room coordinates’. It can’t be said that the three that were sold earlier are worse than this.

‘If they have that much power in real life, there would be no harm in knowing about them in advance.’

With such great power, what is still unknown is the story of him plotting something in his dark days.

Moreover, since both of them are currently in the dome, I thought I should know at least some information.

“I don’t think it’s been more than a minute since I told you to go out and rest. “Why does it seem like your fighting spirit is burning before you even leave?”

“Eh… you can’t rest comfortably if your back is sore, right?”

“Haaah. “You really…”

In a world where the throat is burning by the second, what can you expect from a person who has just finished a war?

The World Tree shook its head as if it were a child who couldn’t stop me, and spoke with a sigh.

“Cheonryuje, that child was like an ascetic monk. We had high expectations because he was very obsessed with his own perfection. “When we actually brought up the topic of ‘completers,’ we expressed indescribable contempt.”

“Cheonryujera. I remember. As soon as I heard that I was a dragon, I drew my sword and rushed at it. “He was a man whose everything in life was focused on polishing himself.”

A man whose goal was not to wield a sword, but to reach a certain point by beating himself up through wielding a sword.

“There seemed to be some clear goal for ‘strength.’ It didn’t seem to be physical, but he was already a twisted person, and the distinction between mental maturity and physical strength had long since become blurred. The choice that such a person would make was predetermined. “I chose number 3 [Military Project T-42 / Extra Sensitization Training Program].”

“If it’s a military project… I think it’s the same type as the ‘cyborgization procedure’ that was looted from Raptor, or the ‘urban fortification project’ that was completely destroyed except ‘Mayor Zeus’ in the dome, ‘Orpheus’ in Area 38… “What effect does that have?”

“To put it simply, it helps people develop the sense to see a gun go off and avoid it.”

“…Seeing the trigger?”

“okay. Rather than simply avoiding the muzzle and a straight path, it is possible to detect and avoid the point of impact point by point.”

Fuck. He should come first and ask for it. I should have asked if there was anything left in stock!

Last time, Ian said, ‘I went through crossfire with my bare body and robbed an armored vehicle with a laser chainsaw!’ At first, I just thought it was a joke and passed it over, but now that I saw the reward, it came across as a documentary.

‘war machine. The compensation was equivalent to actual military power. A reward that can turn your personal forces into superhumans.’

Cheonryuje was already a guy who showed superhuman reaction speed and combat sense from the second world play. But a guy like that has acquired the technology to realize that sense in real life?

‘Isn’t Cheon Ryu-je saying “My April World is this wasteland” and filming Musou again? Is it possible? No wonder he came to see me, like when he was playing 3 World in the past, [He’s a strong man. Did you come here saying, ‘I will kill you.’

Let’s take a look at my image from the outside.

A hero who single-handedly prevented the tragedy in Area 38.

A superhuman with a mutant body who has not yet let go of human consciousness.

A type 2.5 mutant adaptor who is actually an ally of humans.

….Anyone can see that Cheonryuje is a ‘strong man’ who can rush at him with his mouth watering!

As I was imagining in quite detail the sight of a guy secretly pulling out a German weapon, like a laser saw or something, from among the cheering people during the recovery celebration parade, something strange occurred to me.

….If that technology was real, why didn’t I meet superhumans like Captain America or Captain Europe or Captain Istanbul on the battlefield? In a situation where nuclear stockpiles are being blown to the point where they are running low, there wouldn’t have been any commanders left who would consider ethics or human rights, right? If anti-tank bayonet techniques were used by hundreds of minor Cheonryuje, wouldn’t it be a catastrophe on the level of carpet bombing?

“…Is there anything wrong with that?”

“of course.”

As expected, the same answer came back to my question.

“This is a program that pushes GG’s play to the limit by leaving only the sense-related parts. More than 80% of the experimenters died from cerebral hemorrhage within a minute of starting the hypersensitization training, and the remaining 20% suffered from 10 or more levels of hallucinatory pain for 24 hours after the training was urgently stopped and died of shock or committed suicide. “It is a hypersensitivity training, but it is the same as the process of cutting out the nerves of the whole body and hitting them with all the stimulation that can be applied to them.”

“wow.”

It’s not training, it’s the best torture in history. It would be said that Cheonryuje endured it.

“Cheonryuje. “That child… in a way, he is someone who entered the same stage as you before you, Professor.”

“Same stage as me? What variant?”

“well. Should I go out and ask that directly? “It’s a personal matter.”

He tickles the person and then cuts off at the point where he feels bad. Since the information is from the same completer candidates, it seems to be locked to some extent.

‘Let’s see… [Cheonryuje is a superhuman created in reality.] You shouldn’t fool around.’

I received good information in a situation where I had to go out and meet him right away.

next.

“Then what are the other two? “The Rabbit who cleared World 1 and 2 took it, right?”

“He was a smart kid. Bright, witty, and ambitious. The child clearly also wanted the coordinates of the server room. He said, ‘If that is humanity’s last hope, the moment the coordinates are revealed will be humanity’s greatest event.’”

“Uh… If you look at the way she usually broadcasts, you could say she is like that woman… Then why are you still here?”

“Well, Rabbit had a bigger dream than we thought.”

Innate observation and sense.

A shining charm that attracts people, not just an attraction limited to the opposite sex.

Rabbit was a candidate for completion who was highly anticipated by managers.

When she cleared World 1, the administrators had high expectations and invited her to this space, and Rabbit, who was the first human to encounter a reward vending machine, said this.

‘and! ‘Is there really nothing to throw away?’

So she did it.

I decided to keep everything without throwing anything away.

All. I decided to put it all in her hands.

“…You were too clever. In some ways, he was the closest child to the perfect person the Creator had hoped for. A hero who is smart, capable, and has overcome many wounds… to become dull.”

“The first reward chosen by the player Rabbit Princess is number 5. This is [Save/Load Permission].”

“….what?”

“I didn’t hear it wrong. The authority you know. “We have been given the most powerful rights a gamer can enjoy.”

“You put something like that in there? Gedreuz?”

Worldwide logistics distribution rights.

Space residency.

Since I had checked all the powers in advance, including the superhumanization program, unlimited personal time, and the hope of humanity, I was confident that most powers would respond at the level of ‘Oh, that would be good.’

under oath! I really didn’t expect that.

road? Save load? That to the player in Gedreutz’s game? Gedroitz himself?

“Isn’t it a scam?”

“Rabbit thought so too, so he chose something that had no real benefit as his first reward. The child also heard stories about pollution. The future world will become even more difficult. “We thought it would encourage the selection of server room coordinates, but the kid thought differently.”

It is said that World 1 was not yet as heavily polluted as it is now, and the level of difficulty was easier than World 3. A primitive world where there were player tribes, some hostile tribes, and many neutral tribes.

Rabbit chose [Save Load Permission] because he wanted to have all the rewards and heard that such opportunities would become more difficult to obtain in the future. The most powerful power a gamer can have.

As a kind of pre-investment concept to obtain the remaining rewards.

In my play, I’ve seen split-second choices lead to countless hopes and tragedies. Rabbit cleared World 2 by making a choice, checking the results, and ‘loading’ until the most ideal result was obtained.

Even though I already had enough natural ability to clear one world. She wanted a complete victory.

The Rabbit Princess wanted to claim all seven world clear rewards with that.

“…broadcasting. “If you loaded it like that, how did you broadcast it?”

“Did you forget? After clearing the world for the first time, a huge amount of money was poured into her. Rabbit’s 2nd World broadcast was all recorded and edited video. Actually, the broadcast time wasn’t that long. She played without broadcasting and confirmed the result, then played the edited video and only spoke her voice in real time. It’s so natural that it’s not noticeable at all. “If you’re talented, you’re talented.”

‘Is that why you built such a large private residential shelter and hired so many staff?’

I thought she was an ambitious woman, but I was surprised at how huge the scale was and how realistic her absurd dreams were.

The secret to Rabbit’s near-perfect play.

Save load. This is the result that can occur when a top player treats GG solely as a game.

I thought I knew why I couldn’t clear World 3.

“Rabbit… has he finally failed to treat the people in GG as human beings?”

“I didn’t even think about the value of it. He was a good child, witty, clever, and capable. “I just wasn’t a finisher.”

Save load is ultimately an ability within the game. In GG, which had already become an unclearable stage due to contamination, it was not possible to clear it even if 100% of what was prepared for this stage was used.

What a miracle. What growth.

There was clearly a need for some kind of growth and influence outside of the game, and Rabbit, who treated GG purely as a gamer, would have hit the wall of 3 World, which was full of pollution.

“What is the reward for clearing World 2?”

“Reward number three. [Gedroits community manager authority]”

“Control of the media… She is definitely a woman with a purpose.”

It took about 3 months to clear Rabbit’s 2nd world in real time, so it would have been time for viewers to find even the slightest flaw.

If she had the authority to be a community manager, she could arbitrarily clear up all suspicions and manipulate her video to make it more popular.

Maybe the community will say, ‘Isn’t that Rabbit broadcast strange?’ If I post the same post, won’t it be deleted in an instant? Maybe they tracked down the address of the person who posted it and imposed sanctions to prevent them from writing something like that again?

“It’s the secret of a world star. “It’s bittersweet.”

“What would it have been like for us? “It turns out that the person I had so high expectations for turned out to be the complete opposite of the complete person.”

A bitter smile appeared on both the World Tree’s face and Atlaheva’s face. Well, the person who got two out of only seven rewards was full of thoughts of sucking up GG and throwing it away. How upset I must have been. However, it is not possible to impose private sanctions on players who follow the process set by the creator and receive compensation.

It’s not from a good or evil perspective that we can’t blame Rabbit, but if we look at it realistically, wouldn’t we be able to see that her choice was purely right? It’s a game you have to try. It’s just a piece of data, so what if it wears out? Before it gets destroyed, you have to extract as much of the contents inside as possible.

“Rabbit played like a man from the wilderness.”

I heard something good. Even though it may be difficult for the Rabbit Princess to clear the future world, she clearly has ‘community manager authority’. Control the media. I felt like I had a lot to talk about with this guy.

“If you go out, two completion candidates will probably come looking for you. “They both know what clearing the world means, so they’ll want to know what reward you chose.”

“You will have to act carefully. Wasn’t it you who finally found it after all the waiting and disappointment I mentioned earlier? “If something disappears in vain outside, there can never be another tragedy like that.”

“Gerrrrrrrr! Saladin will be waiting for you!”

“Rest well and come back healthy! “Kikluk!”

The managers’ greetings let me know that the story I needed to hear was over.

reality.

My body mixed with mutations.

Two completer candidates.

Dome. Raptor. sport. My friends….

“Seup-huuuu.”

I took a deep breath and prepared to face it.

A translucent status window and a ‘Logout’ button that is now clearly lit.

Tiring-!

[Do you want to log out? [Y/N]

As I gently raised my fingertips, the clear voice of the system, as if it had disappeared at some point, asked me to return to reality.

Goes. Finally going. After many twists and turns, like rafting in Samdocheon, I returned alive! Back to reality!

“Then see you in a week!”

“….please.”

As the end of the World Tree’s last words became blurred, the world also began to turn white.

The same feeling of floating as when Hyde left.

The forgotten feeling of logging out.

‘I’m going back.’

Amidst mixed emotions of tension and excitement.

My vision, which had been colored white, slowly turned black.

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Beep…. Beep….

“Vitals.”

“It has stabilized.”

“What about variant viruses?”

“None of our samples had this stable virus. There’s no need to compare this one to anything else-”

“Stop chit-chat. “Because I don’t know when it will happen.”

Large research facility.

Researchers in white coats and engineers in blue work uniforms were running around busily, with the lights bright enough to hurt the eyes.

And among the blue and white people, there were a few whose black leather jackets stood out.

A large man with sunglasses and two men who appear to be his subordinates.

A short man, a woman in a wheelchair, and an old man.

While two of his subordinates stopped the rampaging figure, saying that he needed to use an electric shock immediately, the rest of the people who were holding their hands together as if praying were staring intently at the lying humanoid monster.

Humanoid monster. Surprisingly, his body, which seemed to reach the laboratory ceiling, had shrunk to the size of an average adult man. Researchers speculated that as the inner personality becomes more active and the connection with the body becomes stronger, the closer it is to its pre-mutation form, but the basis for an accurate judgment is far from sufficient.

….Knock knock.

“hmm? “Vex why?”

“[Prayer/Object/Christianity/Gwangmyeonggyo/Choice]”

“Fuhu! So, I’m confused as to whether I should pray to this god or Roharam, right?”

“[Affirmative]”

Dana burst into a faint laugh as Becks signed with a serious face and asked whether he should add ‘Amen’ or ‘Latura’ at the end of his prayer.

A face so serious that it seems like it was a once-in-a-lifetime decision to answer as if it were a joke.

“Wouldn’t it be okay to do both? “The professor’s body is here, but his mind is still over there.”

Knock knock.

“[Opinion/Establishment]”

As if convinced by Dana’s words, Vex closed her eyes tightly and began muttering an unintelligible prayer. When I listened closely, it seemed like I had memorized part of the prayer muttered by the paladins in the professor’s video.

Beep- Beep- Beep- Beep-

“My heart rate is surging!”

“Medical team on standby! In case an unexpected situation arises, the agents of the inspection department are armed-”

“There is no need. “If there is a monster instead of Professor Park, then I will deal with it.”

Slam!

At the end of the last sentence, Ian joined in, pulling out a shotgun.

The sound of a faster heartbeat and a cigarette being lit. With only the sound of nervous people drooling moving around the lab.

Bleep –

the green line drawing the rough graph became silent, and the body that had been shaking quietly calmed down as if it had never happened before.

The moment when someone bursts into tears somewhere.

….Sure!

The chains that tied the professor to the laboratory table shook.

A being that slowly raises its body by pulling on the chain as if it might break.

Slam!

“…Are you a professor? If you get hit, wave your hand. “If you can’t answer… I’ll consider it as if a damn mutant bastard ate my friend.”

Clap, clap!

A being on the test bench who struggles without answering Ian’s questions.

As the cut cigarette falls from his clenched molars and a nervous Bex braces his legs to kick the gun away –

Taeeeng!

A broken chain freed the man’s hand.

While tensions are rising as if they are about to explode.

The raised hand slowly folds its fingers.

“…This bastard?”

He raised his middle finger.

A signal that it was someone they knew who had returned alive.

“Ouch… you stupid bastard…”

“… are you a professor? “Is that really you?”

“A person who was in a vegetative state woke up…. He should blink or something… Stupid bastard…”

….Gruck!

“Hey, you slow bastard! “Gear!”

“Hahaha…Ep Burn!”

Ian, who dropped the gun, ran towards him, and Bex, who was preparing to stop him, also rushed towards him.

The professor struggled to adjust to the strangely overlapping vision and took in the two people’s faces.

Bex is crying openly and Ian is covering his eyes with sunglasses but his nostrils are flaring.

Suddenly, when I came back and saw these guys, something I wanted to say came to mind.

“….again.”

“what? sun! Do whatever you want! “What do you want to do?”

“What I did… before I went in.”

The finger points to the Vex. First place.

Next, Ian. 2nd place.

And himself. 3rd place.

This is a story I shared with Ian, whom I met in his connection machine before he was imprisoned in 3 World, after he was beaten to dust.

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‘Fuck it again…. Bring Bex….’

‘Even I can’t beat that bastard. ‘You are in third place, Professor Park.’

‘Amy….’

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“….Come back now, you bitch.”

The sound of the mutant clenching his fists with his fearsome strength came to the ears of the two friends who climbed on top of the professor’s body.

“…Can I use a gun?”

Wow!

Bex’s kick flew at Ian, who was reaching for the shotgun he had quietly dropped.

“Well, well… I’m back, Hwansu, uh… I’m back! “I came back well… uh…”

Regardless of my physical condition, Bex is just happy that I’m back.

and.

Kkooook –

I felt soft skin as they staggered next to me and hugged the back of my neck.

Ian caught Bex and pulled her down, and I also hugged her with my free arm.

“…I’m back.”

“Come on.”

I’ve been there. I can’t believe I’m about to say something that only someone who has a place to return to can say.

In the smell of Dana’s flesh mixed with the smell of the hospital, I could finally realize that I had returned.

Dana and I hugged each other for a long time without saying a word.

There’s a lot of talk and a lot of trouble.

It’s not a place where you can just relax and not think.

Still, it came back.

to home.

To my wasteland.

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