Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedreuz, field (3)
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Tirring-!
『Full Notification: We would like to inform you that the bulletin board has been temporarily dormant due to an important update and that all functions have been normalized after a series of processes.』
The moment the light returns to the screen, which had only blinked [OFFLINE] in white letters on a black background. .
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*Free bulletin board*
1. Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!! [798]
↳ palace: Oh, look at the precious post on bulletin board number 1. It’s been reset.
↳ gigiguegue: Even at this historic moment, they are doing this shit.
2. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you [257]
↳ 3 little pigs: GG is… alive!
↳ Gloomy Sunday: I knew this would end someday, but when I saw the black screen, I couldn’t breathe…
↳ Volvo 808: I cut my wrist on Tsuba, but there’s no hemostat at home. This is killing me
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Not just the dome, but all the shelters with survivors were cheering with joy!
Of course, from a pre-destruction perspective, one could say why there was such a fuss about an online community being inspected for about two hours, but that was only a pre-destruction perspective.
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81. Hey, check the number of deaths on your main bulletin board.
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The disappearance of the GG bulletin board in the post-destruction wasteland was a tremendous event directly related to life and death.
The life of a survivor living within the realm of the dome is simple. Perform tasks assigned by the DOM. They receive food and other necessities as compensation for their work. If you don’t have another side job, return to your designated survival area and minimize your calorie consumption. That is, sleep.
This is the life of ordinary survivors living as parasites in the dome territory, commonly referred to as ‘civilians’.
What if it is based on outside the area of the dome? It gets simpler.
Regular weather inspection of the shelter, maintenance, checking of remaining materials, cleaning, maintenance of a greenhouse measuring about 3 pyeong, and when all maintenance is completed, calorie consumption is minimized. After all, you sleep the same way.
Dome survivors have a set routine, but this is only the routine they give themselves. Unless a special problem arises, most of the work to be done that day is finished before the morning is over, and if something special happens, such as the generator going bad like Mr. Park, an individual survivor a long time ago,… dying without being able to respond is the normal course of action.
A life that is boring, monotonous, and devoid of any hope for the future.
In such a wasteland, [GG Bulletin Board], a place of communication that connects me with others, is a source of vitality that fills my daily life with something special to show to someone, a sweet rain in a drought, a ray of sunshine that illuminates depression that grows like poisonous mushrooms.
That GG bulletin board was picked without any warning or notice for a whopping 2 hours! And it turned off, and even the bulletin board and Gedreuz’s game, the two-wheeled carriage of wasteland leisure life, suddenly crashed, throwing out all the players.
I thought to myself, ‘Wouldn’t the satellites that make up GG break down one day?’ Users who lived with anxiety thought, ‘It’s finally come!’ ‘Today was doomsday!’ And I despaired.
Beyond just being frustrated, I thought, ‘What should I look forward to in the future?’ Just before the survivors, filled with the same anxiety, became a mob and headed to the Upper Dome.
Gedreutz’s game and GG bulletin board returned as suddenly as when he left.
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Notice from upper manager ‘professor’☆
– professor: Hello, dear survivors.
This is Park Gyo-sup.
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In the black and white waves celebrating the return, there was a special text flashing five colors of brilliant light.
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↳BIBIDUBIDU: ????
↳Bulls-oneShit: What
↳Gwangmyeong Church Wasteland Branch Open Recruitment 28th: Ratura!
↳迫心: If you have a lot of money, will you do things like this?
↳Jokass: What is that bastard doing here
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Of course, the text that popped up alone in the middle of the festival immediately attracted the attention and welcome of excited people.
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Notice from upper manager ‘professor’☆
– professor: Eh- it’s none other than that.
From this moment on, GG is mine.
This means that you can buy and sell as you wish.
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A bomb was thrown in the middle of that concentrated attention.
Confusion, disbelief, shock and acceptance.
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↳Tortill: Still, if it’s Professor Park, well.
↳Ngeummayeto Reincarnation: What if Professor Park turns it around?
↳UWU: Professor Park! sir! Is he your friend?!
↳Negeum Mayeto Reincarnation: Yes, I am the 1st survivor in the neighborhood~ No one can find me~
↳IN and OUT: Anyway, I feel like I avoided the worst. If GG was truly designed for someone to own it, based on its past actions, it seems that there would be no more ideal outcome than for that owner to become Professor Park.
↳Jokass: What are you talking about? The most ideal thing is for me to be the owner. Not that guy. Wow, my stomach hurts.
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Public opinion was not bad thanks to the image that had been steadily built up recently. No, it’s not bad, but it’s gotten to the point where I’m dreaming of a more hopeful future than the GG of the past.
People have alleviated the difficulty of GG, which was called a ‘mental mass production machine’, and have set various worlds to suit their tastes and posted them, and even made GG online, making it a true ‘post-wasteland’ and the ‘brain in the world’ of their dreams. The story of ‘life’ began to blossom.
In an instant, the bulletin board was buzzing with praise for Professor Park, and countless personal messages and inquiries about joining the church were pouring in from the officials of the ‘Wasteland Branch of the Gwangmyeong Church’ who were living in a tent in the corner of the dome, and even a personal message from Professor Park, who exploded a bomb without consulting, was sent to President Woojin Old Man Levitt. I was on the verge of bursting out with phone calls from princesses and other high-ranking figures.
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Notice from upper manager ‘professor’☆
– professor: I’m very happy, but I’m sorry.
The reason I came here today is to inform you that the GG service you have loved and enjoyed so far is ending.
I’m sorry. I tried to make it good, but I ended up destroying it all.
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Professor Park exploded another bomb in the center of the cheers. If the first one was a piñata, this time it’s going to be a bioweapon or something.
Cheers turned into screams, praise turned into curses, and people began to prepare to hang themselves by tying the rope that had been stored in a drawer to a high place.
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Notice from upper manager ‘professor’☆
– professor: Instead, I made sure to finish it before it was destroyed.
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I wrote down the main topic, giggling at the sight of the survivors who were probably gritting their teeth to tear me to death.
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– professor: I found the server room.
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For a moment, everything became quiet.
Dana, exhausted both physically and mentally, was still sleeping in the connector from which he had come.
The sounds of countless survivors outside cheering and screaming in unison, as well as the sounds of agents pounding on the tightly locked laboratory door, disappeared like a lie in an instant, and only the sound of Dana’s soft breathing tickling his ears as she slept. It was hit.
Crack, tap, tap
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– professor: I found the coordinates, secured the security code, and all the means of getting there.
Although it has not yet been confirmed what exactly is there.
Andrej Gedreutz’s own video footage shows that the technologies he prepared to restore the devastated world after nuclear war are dormant.
I can’t tell you for security reasons, but considering all the vicious, meticulous, and fucking stupid permission acquisition processes I’ve experienced… I estimate that the information’s credibility is quite high.
I can’t believe I made such a fuss, but would you say something like that? A guy like Gedroitz?
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In the relatively safe 40th zone, and even in the 30th and 50th zones, which are considered dangerous areas, survivors hiding in shelters and scavengers who were contemplating killing people gathered together as if they would break through the small screen. heard.
If the previous shock was only for those who were obsessed with the game GG, the current shock was news for all wasteland survivors and all of humanity.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, a particularly colorful text finally appeared at the top of the post.
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– professor: Summers have become cool and winters have become colder. The radiation has come down so much that the radiation decontamination outpost on the dome at the entrance to Area 31 has been relocated to Area 30.
The world is urging us that our miserable life is not far away. Nevertheless, the reason we must hold on to life is because there is hope hidden somewhere that we cannot find.
When we look up and look at the sky, it is covered in hazy dust, but it seems like what we have been looking for so desperately is waiting beyond it.
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This article contains a lot of information. Those who are quick-witted will be able to understand the implications. Naturally, it was clear that most officials, including President Young, would stop me and criticize my actions.
So, after writing a masterpiece that made President Geary drunk enough (I swear he drank so much that his breath was on fire), I immediately returned to the lab where my connector was located and posted the article.
Even though he was fake, he was someone’s messiah and saved the world twice. Because I knew better than anyone else how to use what I had right now.
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The game of Gedroits, our paradise, has suffered irreparable damage.
We can no longer enjoy the coolness of the blue sea, the freshness of a green forest, the cheerful inhabitants of virtual worlds or mystical adventures.
Our fake paradise is gone, but I trust that you will not give up on life just because of it.
Because at this moment, a clear milestone has appeared in our lives, which had been left alone with no place to go.
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Just surviving. The rest of the time is spent only escaping from the miserable reality, giving people a replacement for the fake paradise that has disappeared.
hope. By presenting the clearest ‘possibility of change’ in the form of a server room to those who have given up on moving forward and stuck in their place in a dark future where they cannot see an inch ahead.
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Server room. I’ll go and find you right away.
Dear survivors, Let us not forget that depression has always been the most infamous messenger and epidemic of our generation, and that we have been each other’s cure and support.
Let’s all live long lives. more.
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It reminded people of the value of life who had been stuck in an infinitely sticky state. The idea that one’s own movement can bring about change. I hope to transform from a player who was escaping reality while waiting blankly for death to a human who survived until the end of this era.
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– professor: Oh, one more thing.
The granted powers also include control of GG drones. ‘Negeummayeto Reincarnation’ means that I know where you live. If you suddenly hear a beeping sound and a group of transport drones carrying a lot of things rush at you, think that I sent them and stay calm.
↳Ngeummayeto Reincarnation: Please save me….
↳PiloPilo77: It’s so good Shiva
↳Jokass: You come over to us…. Please. hurry. please.
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Tak!
“Well, this should be enough.”
If the population of the wasteland is 100, then the number of people who live seriously dependent on the virtual pleasure provided by Gedreutz’s game or indirect experience through broadcasting is 90.
It means that the moment you say ‘GG server is shutting down-‘, 90% of that survivor will be extremely bored.
It may not seem like a big deal to express boredom, but being in a closed space, chewing on tasteless food to survive without any expectations for the future, and being exposed to the fear of death and violence with not much left to do – there is nothing to do in such a state. It means that wasted time falls into a heap.
I can guarantee that the sudden disappearance of GG will trigger depression and helplessness in most of the survivors.
So, we released information about the server room that should be treated as a top secret.
What moves people is the anticipation of tomorrow, and it is a real urban legend, and the technology that has kept us alive so far remains as a ‘hope’ in the minds of all wasteland survivors. Faith in Andrey Gedreuts, who left the Shelter Drone Gedreuts game and the auction house for the satellites for it. Because I long for a magical solution called ‘server room’.
Bang bang bang!
“Park…Professor! Door…Open! Oh my…. Ouch! “I rented an important job in a server room… without even discussing its existence… Ouch!”
“This is a drunk president.”
“He’s a drunk president.”
“Unbelievable. “The president… is drunk!”
“Am I going to die today? “I can’t believe I saw the president stumbling around drunk while he was still alive!”
I don’t know when I came to visit, but I heard the president’s shouts knocking on the door I had collapsed, and the voices of the Dome agents who were looking at him as if he were a ghost.
Bang bang bang!
“Excessive excitement…is poison to the group! In just a few hours… all the surrounding survivors will rush to the administration building…! Something like this… we have to go through a step-by-step process to reach the public… wow!”
Mmmmm. After all, he is President Young. You focus on what will happen in the future rather than what has already happened. Of course I know that. If we were to measure the total amount of joy, it would be a million times greater than that of the hooligans who saw a soccer team that had been in last place in the league for 10,000 years win the Premier League.
Right now, excited citizens are flocking outside the window. I just started screaming. Machine guns fired in the air. I don’t know how long ago, but they also destroyed the pseudo-religious building erected in the corner of the market and replaced it with a full-sized signboard… Ugh. This is a bit much.
anyway.
“From there, it’s up to you and I just did what I had to do!”
He coolly showed his intention to leave the door where there was a lot of commotion and said, “I don’t know.”
There are shouts of cursing, calls to immediately rip off the door with a beam cutter, excuses that the door was specially made strong in case the deviant Professor Park might go on a rampage, and the sound of an agent collapsing after inhaling the drunken president’s breath from the front.
“Whew. Whoo. In that case, at least… shouldn’t you tell me what the ‘job I’m going to do’ you are talking about is? “If only you knew that your words, actions and events would have this much influence!”
In the end, the president, who had let out his stomach, asked through the door in a much better voice.
Crack, tap. widely!
“What am I going to do? “Isn’t it decided?”
The noisy bulletin board goes off due to the cheerful sound of typing. The status of my account, which had been hidden behind it, appeared on a large screen.
Player Name Play History List of chat rooms Professor Park belongs to and an unfamiliar list added below the familiar letters that say blah blah blah.
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[Downloaded content/stored on server]
1. Evelyn Riger-‘s personality data
2. Avril Quill-‘s personality data
3. Enbrice Marquillt-‘s personality data
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Taz25. Jenn Bnau – the personality of
Taz26. Jade Oslow – the personality of
Taz27. Cho Seong-hwan-‘s personality
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“….Saint. Messiah. saver. “No matter what happens, it’s already happened like this… I’m going to give it a try.”
The letters fill the screen and go down endlessly.
I said it before the names of the people I rescued.
I am here as the completion you created.
Unlike the past, now we have all the power, power, and information at our fingertips.
What I can do cannot be compared to the past, and
the range of people I can reach has expanded incomparably.
I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it to the point where I wondered if I had ever wanted to do something this much on my own, rather than something that was pushed to me by those around me.
“world. “I want to save my world with my own hands.”
Wow!
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! pop! pop!
『This is the 47th District Dome Enforcement Department’s security maintenance unit! Please disperse immediately and return to your designated task-』
“Get out of the way! “I’m going to report to the administration for enlistment!”
“BDSM headquarters is empty! “Tell me where you’ve hidden everything!”
“Teach me what to do!”
“There is hidden food! “Tell me where to donate!”
“Let me meet Professor Park!”
『Calm down and go back! If you get any closer, tear gas will be fired-』
Squeak- Ujikkeun!
Wow!!!!
Boom! Boom!
Cough! Cough! Cheek!
Wow!
Push!
The birthday of the saint who finally came to his own decision after so many hardships. It was decorated in a grand manner, very much to his liking, with the shouts of an excited crowd, the marching, evil-doing people, and even more evil soldiers, and the heated air mixed with the acrid scent of pouring tear gas.
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Just as a page of hope was turning on one side of the world.
On the other, forgotten side, another story was going on.
『Gu …… Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo
Woo Woo Woo Woong!
….Chiik-
[Hunting pack pack leader. Confirm the silence of the target object.]
Hissing-
[Wolf pack. The position is taken over due to the death of the leader. Finish by avoiding yourself. None of the friendly survivors.]
Chiik-
[This is pack leader Wolf Head. The surviving personnel reorganize their units in packs around the transmitter of the person I designated and move the ‘hunted items’ to the nest. Move quickly.]
Chiik-
[Confirm]
Chiik-
[Confirm. I will join after disposing of the non-reusable allies.]
Chiik –
The unique noise of a military receiver signaled the end of the radio. The man who called himself Wolf Head frowned as he looked at the devastation behind his gas mask.
“It’s a terrible devastation.”
“It’s a disaster. okay. It’s a disaster. “How many died?”
“Eighty-nine pack units, including pack leader. Thirty-two cyborg units were organized as a focus. And most of Swarm Alpha Red Cadillac’s personal guard and Noisy Pack’s elite legions were either killed or exposed to radiation.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. The Red guy was a friend I could communicate well with. As always, there was too much enthusiasm. No matter how much I covet my position, I still want it….”
“I presume it was because the Raptor intentionally leaked information about the identity of the hunted animal.”
“Did you get caught like this? It looks like Noisy Pack, who works under you, is quite resourceful. “Ah, I wonder how many people I have to cut down under me.”
A terrible battlefield reminiscent of a great war of the past, with no trace of optical weapons, the so-called miracle of modern warfare.
The ground, which had received countless bombardments, became red and melted, and the thickly accumulated radioactive fallout mixed with the heat and gases of the flowing ground and flew up again in search of victims.
At the center of the hell created by that human being, a large body that could not be described as a living thing had collapsed, emitting the smell of burning flesh.
“Looking at this gives me an appetite. You’ve been directing the operation since last night, right? Go and have lunch with me. “The new chef cooks the steak very well.”
“Before that… may I ask your Excellency something?”
-widely.
The man wearing shoes that were neater than a mirror thought as he stopped on top of the iron fortress.
Do you have the right to withhold your invitation to the person you are talking to, delay his actions, and even dare to ask him questions? Considering these factors, is it worth keeping the author alive?
“….then. “Don’t be like that.”
The man, Gustave Al Harb-Raptor, decided it was worth it.
“There’s no way an efficiency-obsessed person like you would ask a meaningless question. “If there’s something you’re curious about that makes me stop, I’d like to hear it, right?”
“As I said earlier, the previous operation is showing such disastrous results that it is almost disgusting to see it in front of our eyes.”
Wolf Head The horror he was talking about was not about how many people had died or how all the operating personnel were treated as dead regardless of whether they were alive or dead from the radiation close to the center of the nuclear power plant.
“I also acknowledge the value of ‘hunting’, but I cannot help but question whether it necessarily brings benefits suitable for the future that Raptor is aiming for. “I would like to understand, Your Excellency, why you took such a huge loss for that.”
“If you understand. Do you also want to become the second Raptor?”
“It’s just to better align my event with your Excellency’s desired direction.”
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
In a voice full of sincere respect and loyalty, Raptor laughed, his face where almost half of his neck and shoulders were replaced with metal parts.
“Oh, this is it. Even after I told you, I forgot your personality. “This is truly a question worthy of you.”
“efficiency. okay. In terms of efficiency… this operation is nothing short of trash. I can’t help it. “Because this is the direction that best matches the ‘Raptor Society’s goals’ that you speak of.”
“What direction is it?”
“I’m sorry, but this is a secret I won’t tell you unless you are my close ‘friend.’”
Gustave Al Harb Raptor looked at Kesselring, who was trying not to show his displeasure, and caressed the metal parts that replaced his missing flesh.
If it were him, he might have told everything by now. The only person in his life he envied and envied. If it had been my best friend, who seemed like the only vivid person in the world, but ended up sinking my teeth into the back of his neck and exploding… I could have told him about my dreams with that blunt face.
“Swarm Alpha Fedor ‘Raptor’ Kesselring. “You’re not there yet.”
“Swarm Alpha… are you talking about?”
“okay. Now that Red is dead, the empty spot must be filled. ruler! Let’s stop talking now and go eat. “I’m so hungry that I feel like I should just shoot you and go eat.”
“I will take you there.”
Kesselring followed him, no longer defying him.
A land full of radioactivity. A place called area 6, one of the ‘single digit’ number areas that are known to be inaccessible to anyone.
The power of the powerful central generator, which was in charge of the entire power of the Area 38 dome, was emitting a shield so powerful that sparks were visible, and a huge lump of metal that could be called a mobile fortress swallowed the leaders of the two raptors.
[Ashfield, join me in creating a military group!]
[The most powerful military group made up of warmongers who have lost their goals in this world who have poured everything into war!]
The Raptor still remembers the past as vividly as if it were chewing over bleeding flesh. I turned around.
[….For what.]
[For the battlefield. Isn’t the battlefield the only thing you need? I can assure you that war will not stop even for a single moment until the end of the world I want.]
The only sincere conversation I had with my only close friend, whom I admired to the point of jealousy.
[What are you planning to make by doing that?]
Raptor said to Ashfield Ian, who asked back in an unusual way.
[Of course it’s a better world!]
“….It’s a better world.”
Raptor Gustave Al Harb said, soaking up the heat of the artillery fire and the blazing air of the battlefield filled with gunpowder.
A world so perfect that even that old man could not have imagined it and could not go any further.
Feeling that it was not far away, Raptor happily raised his glass.
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