Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 394

Chapter. 17. Travel preparation (17)

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“Camping car?”

“You want to go out and have fun? I crammed only the necessities into the armored truck. Let’s go play. I know good dell. “Let’s go for about 5 days.”

“It’s Metal Joe’s favorite place… You’re not going to shovel a minefield somewhere, are you?”

“Every very…. that positive spot, the sunset shadow wild….!”

“Oh, if you are, then you can trust me. let’s go. “How many people are there?”

“There are six of us, including you, Bex, Ezel Dana, and Rabbit Cynthia. “Let’s only take it to the family level line.”

“Oh, that’s good. “Let’s all go together and take a picture.”

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“Hey, you really secured an area outside of Area 47 where non-combatants can stay?”

“It’s a cave on top of a cliff, so the scenery is nice! “Ian, how do you know about a place like this?”

“Hehehe. Because it is a place that is somewhat known to people who have a lot of experience living outside. There is a breeding group of type 2.5 living around here. Thanks to the periodic push by the increasing number of ‘hunters’ these days, areas that mutants avoid have been created. Since they are living creatures, they are trying to avoid their natural enemies. As the mutants became more distant, hunters became less frequent and naturally there was an empty spot. There are no people and no mutations. The scenery is nice. Since this is where hunters lived, shield generators were also planted. Just replace the battery. “It’s okay to play safely like this, right?”

“It was an unusually sensible choice for you. Now then, shall we start with a toast? “Dana, get me a bowl out there!”

“Let’s see where the alcohol~ Where did I put the alcohol~ Hey~! Rabbit girl! Please give me back Vex! “He needs to be grilled!”

“Yes~”

“I’m going! Go get a glass and a simple shield! “The dust clouds on the horizon are a little vague!”

“alcohol! “Give me a drink too!”

“10 years is too early, you brat. “Just drink some milk.”

“Hey!”

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“die.”

“I’m going to die.”

“[Dead]”

“Mr. Ahn Hae-i.”

“Cynthia two pair!”

“Hahaha! “This is a king two pair, you little rat!”

“Flush~”

Wow!

“This is a scam! “Rabbit, how can that woman not lose even once?”

“I think the person in front of you is the first or second in the ranking of people who make a living through games in the wasteland. “Bad people can’t do GG?”

“You got so loud because you couldn’t read the cards to his face. “Go and do the dishes, last place.”

“Fuck you!”

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Taaang!

Ta taang!

“okay. So attach the butt to your shoulder and look for the target. see?”

“Hmm, it’s dark so I can’t see it well…”

“If you look around, you will feel the vaguely different outlines. Hold it there and exhale slowly….”

Taaaang!

“You got it right!”

“good job. It’s fun to do night shooting like this. yes?”

“Ugh… I think it was a good thing I came out.”

“me too. Really… it’s a perfect day. A day that comes perfectly close to the peace of the old world. “If every day is the same as today, I can tolerate losing weight until I weigh 120 kg.”

“I’ll have to send Ian a gift later.”

“He’s a weird guy usually, but he does it when he does it. “I want to at least bow to him this time…”

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“professor. professor!”

“hmm? ah. “Did you call me?”

“From earlier. “What are you thinking like that?”

Just like Dana, who was covered in dust, I became nothing more than a lump of dirt.

“iced coffee. not a big deal.”

Nod. Creak-keak-keak!

When you barely manage to push your hand through the badly damaged piece of metal and open the gap, mechanical parts that are close to impossible to recover are revealed along with an unpleasant metallic sound.

Until yesterday, it was one of two vehicles that we called ‘camping cars’.

“…When I got back, I was thinking about how to kill Ian and the guys who planned this in the most painful way.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.”

Dana, who made eye contact with me as she read aloud, nodded enthusiastically, which was unusual for her.

Day 2 of BDSM family wilderness camping.

Car No. 1. Ian Bex Ezel Rabbit Cynthia Boarding. They are being chased by a herd of mutant bison around here and are leaving in real time.

Car 2. Professor Park boarded Dana. At the time of the incident, the camping area was being cleaned up, so I was unable to join and was isolated.

Chijijik- Chijijik-

Wide area communication system stopped working due to environmental factors.

All major survival equipment was loaded into Car 1.

….conclusion.

No vehicles.

No survival equipment.

Water and food executive director.

One combat expert, one intelligence expert, and no more than two people were stranded in a wasteland infested with mutants and various environmental disasters.

“kill. No matter what happens, I’m going to go back and pin Ian and those bastards on poles so they can be slowly worn away by the wasteland’s sandstorm…!”

I turned my head away from the completely destroyed vehicle and looked at the horizon of the wasteland, where the sun was just rising.

Through the morning sunlight of the gloomy wasteland, I could see mutants wandering around in groups.

Day 2 of wilderness camping.

Vacation -> Changed to Wild Survival.

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Rattle, rattle, rattle-

“One stainless steel spoon.”

“Spoon… one.”

“About 100 kg of steel plate that was badly trampled but still bulletproof.”

“100 kg of unprocessable steel plate.”

“And again… six bottles of beer, five bottles of an unknown liquor, and one rifle that I was practicing shooting with yesterday. “Thirty rounds of ammunition.”

“About 5 liters of alcohol and 30 rounds of ammunition for a rifle. “Not alcohol, but drinking water?”

“doesn’t exist. “All the water was also loaded into car number 1.”

“Hmm…. Instead of drinking water, there is only alcohol. “It’s difficult.”

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“No more? “I think there’s a little space behind the inside wall of the truck.”

“Well… it’s a completely useless item for survival…”

“What are you talking about? First, we’re checking what we have, so tell us everything. “What is that behind it?”

Dana looked at me as she took a small piece of charcoal from the campfire and wrote it on a stone, and I… I didn’t know why it was here, and I took it out from the back of the smashed truck.

“….Gel type water bed. “Thanks to converting it into a camping car, there were a few inner walls in the back compartment, but I think it survived because it was between the inner walls.”

Suddenly,

the small piece of charcoal Dana was holding broke.

“….a large amount of moisture-retaining gel and a wide….tough plastic. “It must be useful.”

“Uh… I see. “You can make a simple poncho raincoat with this.”

“…It’s difficult. “I can’t cross the wasteland on foot like this.”

Dana frowns as she looks at the items lined up.

Looking at that scene reminded me of the events that happened this morning and I became angry.

This morning was the second day of camping.

The original plan was to drive a short distance from the campsite and then see and learn how actual mutant hunting is done with the help of Jokas’s acquaintance, a professional mutant hunter, who was mentioned in advance.

The problem was that not long after the car started, a herd of damned mutant bison attacked.

For convenience, it is called a variant bison, but in reality, it is a large carnivore variant weighing about 3 to 4 tons. Those guys formed a line so long that we couldn’t see the end and rushed towards us!

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“Hey hey hey hey! You’re coming! It’s coming this way!!! Ezel, you stupid bastard! “Even if I die, I won’t come back!”

“This can’t be happening? Big Head Bulls are a mutant known for being lazy, so they don’t act in groups like that unless they decide to do it and provoke them…!”

“You’re coming so recklessly, right now! Heavy weapons! “Where are the heavy weapons?”

“brother! Let’s get going! “Once they start running, you can’t stop them even if you bring a tank!”

“…My car keys are missing?”

“what?! Such an idiot-”

“Damn it!” Car 1 leaves first! This will attract their attention, so Dana and you, Professor, go up and hide! “The campsite will be safe because there is a shield!”

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….And somehow the wind was blowing, so one by one, truck-sized mutant bison-like guys rushed towards us.

Apparently, the car keys I had left in car number 2 disappeared, so Dana and I had no choice but to get out and return to the campsite.

Car No. 1 was caught by a herd of bison and slowly disappeared in the direction of the dome.

After lying down with Dana in the corner of the campground, we waited for a herd of mutant bison to pass by.

As soon as the sound of them disappeared, I used the communicator built into my body to communicate with car number 1.

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“Crackling- crackling- ah, this sandstorm is bigger than I expected- crackling!”

“Answer me without talking nonsense. “Is that you?”

“Uh… I’m sorry. It’s okay. “It turned out to be a bit bigger than I thought-”

“Are you saying that now?!”

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Ian confesses as soon as he contacts him.

There were more than one or two suspicious things to begin with. The car keys disappeared at a critical moment, and a group of mutant ‘Big Head Bulls’, who consume so much calories that they starve to death just by walking due to their heavy weight, are rushing towards us at full speed. Also, we don’t happen to be in a place where they can move at that time. Didn’t it come down?

It was all Ian’s plan. We were brought here and that crazy mutant bison attacked us.

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Chijik-

“Wow, the communication is already so bad…. Professor Park, my dear friend. I- crackle! “I planned this all for you.”

“Why did you plan to let him go without pain at his happiest moment since he looks like he is about to die?”

“Calm down and listen. When it comes to traveling as a couple, if you go to a remote place, there will always be a lot of traffic, if you go to an island, the return boat will be at lunchtime the next day, and if you stay at an inn, there must be only one room left.”

“…What?”

“It was a gift we all prepared for you. When the car with the five of us in it and the car with the other two people in it were separated using a herd of cattle, our car number 1 ‘inevitably’ went away first, and Professor Park’s couple’s car number 2, which had barely enough gas to spare, trudged back to a safe area a little away from the dome. It will stop at . In this way, in a truck with only the night dew and the wasteland, the lovers overcome the crisis together and enjoy the swing bridge effect, feel each other’s hearts pounding, and finally engrave the history of that day in a lonely world with only the night sky and the wasteland -”

” 애미 씨팔 개 엿쳐먹을 좆같은 썅놈 새끼야아아아!!!!”

“It’s not good. Since the hunters have also moved, I did not expect that the population of the cattle as prey would increase- Chijijik-” “

Wow, how did I get involved with this bastard? Okay, now that I understand, let’s go back and talk about it. After returning safely with the kids in Car 1, I will radio to Director Young and take the inspection department’s car back. Got it!”

“Chijijik- Chijijik- Will it disturb the mood?- Check the weather information in advance and plan- Chijijik! As the sandstorm passes by, all radio waves will be cut off – Wow, this is not unusual – Jikjik! Chijijijijijijiji-”

“Hey hey! Car number 1! Metal Joe! “Fuck you, bastard!”

“Good luck-chiiiiii—-”

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….It means that this is what happened.

Ian and his gang, who very enthusiastically accepted my words, ‘I need to get some rest,’ planned this to prepare a valuable event that would be memorable for a lifetime instead of an ordinary rest.

Originally, the party, which should have been divided into groups of ‘go first ~ follow after ~’, suffered devastating damage with No. 1 running away with all its strength and No. 2 being completely destroyed.

Now that the metallic dust mixed in with the sandstorm has turned off my communication system, Dana and I are literally left on the bare ground as beetle survivors in the wasteland.

“You’re so fucking excited. Damn you idiots.”

Slam!

I checked the rifle’s chamber, which was filled with sand, and estimated the route Dana and I should take.

A few hours’ drive away. We’ll have to camp and walk for at least a few days on foot.

I was looking at Dana contemplating laying out the miscellaneous items she had salvaged from the smashed truck –

“Haaa. Fuck life.”

A sigh came out of my mouth.

That delicate girl and I will have to march through the wasteland for the next few days, equipped with no better equipment than that of a scavenger. Thanks to none other than the kindness of my friends.

It truly was a truly splendid vacation.

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Whiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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The strong sand wind let out a dreary howl, and the ends of the plastic raincoat fluttered in the wind.

The fluffy water bed prepared by our friendly Mr. Metaljohn turned into a thick poncho raincoat to block out dust and wind after ruthless cutting.

The rifle was wrapped tightly in a cloth and tied tightly, and a small dusty bag contained alcohol and a bottle of gasoline left in the corner of the charcoal truck fuel tank left over from the bonfire.

and.

“…Do we really have to go like this? “I still don’t have much stamina-”

“Don’t look down on the wasteland, Dana. “It’s much more comfortable than having to carry you for a long time when you’re exhausted.”

He placed a small carrier with steel plates, car parts, pipes, etc. firmly placed on his back and had Dana sit on it.

Do you choose to stay in a safe camp, spend your remaining supplies, and wait for the sandstorm to end, or cross the wasteland on foot and return on your own?

The decision to make an unpredictable choice was thanks to the small bag Dana found.

‘…Concealed supplies for survival?’

‘huh. I heard that in the past, my informants also made survival shelters like this in various places, and buried bags filled with necessary items in case they came looking for them in an emergency.’

Dana poked around the hunter’s camp and easily found an old bag.

Eight moisture-soaked bullets in one rusty revolver.

Five pieces of inedible beef jerky and one foul-smelling metal canteen.

And a hand-drawn map.

In the past, when I was an individual survivor, I also carried my own map made in this way, so reading it was not that difficult.

The map showed the path to the dome from the hunter’s campsite, a dangerous area, a place to rest, and a place with water.

“According to the map, I think we can reach the area where Dome’s patrols go on foot in about 3-4 days.”

“Really… is leaving here the right choice? There is no water, but if you drink sparingly, you can survive for a few days by drinking. Although there is little ammunition, you have a gun, so if you hunt to find food…” “

It is uncertain. Sandstorms can last for over a month, and alcohol cannot be used as a substitute for drinking water. This is because breaking down alcohol consumes more water than you consumed. In the first place, there is nothing better than being drunk in such a dangerous area. “It will be much safer if you break through on your own because there is a map.”

Quickly!

Danawa steel jigsaw. I also added a rifle and various survival supplies, so I think I must have been carrying about 60 to 70 kg.

‘I see the benefit of being half-mutated.’

Fortunately, thanks to my unusual body, this weight is no longer a burden. After taking a few steps, I thought I would have enough stamina.

Finally, after confirming that the luggage and other equipment were tied together, we drew a large charcoal drawing at the campsite showing the direction in which we had moved.

Sasasak!

While I was drawing an arrow on the floor, I instinctively stretched out my hand when I saw a small creature moving quickly.

“Shoot!” Sigh! “Kwiik!”

“Professor, is that…?”

“Mouse snail. “I guess they found the leftover food we ate yesterday.”

A creature famous for being unpopular in many ways in the wasteland. After glancing at the guy whose tightly held grip was already covered in sticky liquid, I just bent his neck and roughly hung him under the bag.

“?”

“If I don’t catch anything else, lunch today.”

“That… is it even edible? As far as I know, mouse snail meat is said to be useful for torture or personal revenge.”

“There is no poison. The poison is. I heard that when they wake up people who are drunk or on drugs, they make them chew a little bit of meat. “I heard you wake up screaming like someone dragged out of hell.”

“…That means you can eat it.”

Dana took the rat snail hanging in her bag, squeezed the one with the broken neck as if squeezing toothpaste, collected its secretions, and started applying it to the holes and joints of her roughly made raincoat. Come to think of it, this body fluid was also used as a substitute for radiation blocker.

As we stood in the sandy wind with sticky fluids applied to the exposed parts of our bodies along with our raincoats, the two of us suddenly looked like sand golams walking through a wasteland.

“Huhuhuhu.”

“If there’s something interesting, lady over there, let’s be funny together?”

“No, when I lived in the underground library in District 38, I longed for life in a wasteland like this. “I thought that a free life outside, even if it was a little tiring, would be more enjoyable than my life locked in an underground building in a radioactive zone.”

“Hi. so. How does it feel to be a real wasteland person, Muddy Dana?”

“Hmm… not bad. “He listens well and has a reliable vehicle.”

“I’m honored that you like it, lady. A Sandman riding a Sandman. “If I come across a mutant hunter passing by, I’ll have to hide before they ask for my life.”

Clutter, clang.

After sharing a silly joke with Dana, who was sitting behind me, I walked into the dusty wasteland.

Sand wind and crunching footsteps. The sound of a sloppily made metal weight clattering and the sound of small breathing coming from behind.

“…There might not be a need to kill him.”

“huh? “What did the professor say?”

“Oh no. nothing.”

Aside from being a little tired, it was hard to deny that the atmosphere, as if we were the only two left in the world, touched my heart.

Oh, if you have a very broad mind, wouldn’t this also be able to be included in the category of ‘rest’…?

Just like that. Clap, clap!

The quiet sound of a rattle bitten the tail of my unanswered thoughts.

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