Chapter +0. Hereinafter, everything has been paid (1)
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….grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm.
A floating sensation surrounds your body, as if you were floating in water.
A beeping mechanical sound. Someone’s urgent voice and all the sounds stuttering, as if they were played through a broken tape.
Beep-
[Access- denied.]
‘Access… denied?’
Little by little, my brain began to wake up and began to interpret the meaning of the voices I heard.
Crack, tap, crack!
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Beep-
[Access- denied. All access rights to that data have expired.]
“Damn it! “What on earth is it that even the unified government’s emergency code can’t crack if it contains data?”
“Brother Farqu, we really don’t have time anymore! Before long, even this sacred hall….”
“Flame! i know! “I know!”
person. A young man and an old man. I was urgent and scared.
“Fuck, you’re linking my biometric code to this suspicious data cap…”
“How suspicious! “What blasphemous words!”
“It’s Buddhist scriptures and it’s Christian. If I get hacked by some strange ancient software like this, do you think three or four of the religious pillars will end up in my mouth! “Twelve million credits won’t be much!”
“I understand! “Now that you know everything, come on!!”
The young man, who was sighing as the old man pinched him, pricked his own fingertip with a small needle. A finger, dripping with blood, extends forward.
Beep-
Beep-
Beep-
Beep-
….Tiring!
[Access granted. Gene sequence matching. Master code allows access by direct blood relatives.]
[Welcome, Farku]
“That’s right!”
“Oh wow, I can’t believe He is coming to this earth again!”
“see. “Data Soul, Data Soul… Why have you created so many damn procedures?”
“Please refrain from talking!!! Brother, you have no idea how sacred the task ahead of you is! How could it be that a direct blood relative did not even convert to the religion in the first place, and was not even listed in his name?”
“Why are you picking on me now? Everyone has their own circumstances. And if I had converted to the religion like the rest of my lineage, I would have been arrested along with other high-ranking people by now, but I lived in a village in District 47, scraping by the dirt, so I’m fine like this, isn’t it? “Thanks to you, I’m able to grasp at straws like this.”
“Umm Ratura. Does this also mean flow….”
….Latura?
It felt somewhat familiar and at the same time, I felt like I heard something I shouldn’t have heard at this point. What on earth is going on?
“Then will you download it?”
“please.”
“Shit. I wonder how many times I engage in illegal cracking just today… If my personality gets mixed up or I feel like my side is being eaten, I have to let it go right away, right? “If you’re late, you’ll be in big trouble!”
“I understand. “That will never happen anyway.”
As the young man nodded, the old man’s trembling hand went down.
-click!
“Because he is someone who has already sacrificed everything for the world.”
And everything that made up me disintegrated and seeped away.
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Jijik- Jijijik-
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[Upload personality data]
[Caution! This is ‘Data Soul’ level personality data. It is an act that violates the ‘Unified Government Personality Data Restriction Act’, ‘Data Personality Human Rights Protection Act’, ‘General Principles of Whole Brain Use’ and the following 35 major laws.] [Disable
firewall.] [
Uploading.]
[Uploading…]
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[Upload completed]
[Welcome Player ‘professor’]
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-Whaaaaaaa!
Ah this. It is a feeling of knowing. That feeling as if the tip of your head is being pulled when you connect to GG.
‘hand. foot. clear.’
‘Age is estimated to be in the early 20s. Although tempered, there are no signs of professional training.’
‘Excessively dry feeling typical of well-maintained underground facilities. Glass cabinet. Attachable explanatory note. Is it a museum?’
‘The smell of oil. Compared to the clean interior, this came from outside. It’s coming from my body and the people crouching in the corner. The smell of oil, dust and sweat. ‘I haven’t been able to wash for a long time.’
‘What’s this? A baseball cap with a neon-colored stereoscopic brim? What is this kid using? ‘It’s in the leather jumper and pants too?’
The ability to think, which returned along with the senses, instantly began to compile surrounding information. I choose the action I need to take right now, considering my condition, current location, environment, and the situation I am currently in.
Let’s see. The situation….
-Cow!
“Latura! Our Lord has returned! Church member Lazard meets the great saint!”
….Uh….
“….Yes?”
What on earth is this?
The place is a museum. A young man in his 20s wearing a neon leather jacket who looks quite rough. In the corner, people who clearly had suffered were looking in this direction in fear, and in front of them was an old man wearing religious clothes hitting his head on the floor.
The old man called me a saint and the second coming of Professor Park.
hmm. That’s right, this is it.
“Professor Park. Professor Park….”
“Yes, our Lord incarnate!”
“Uh… Mr. Lazard? “Can I ask you something?”
“Whatever it is, I will risk the rest of my life to answer it!”
“Hey, why are you talking like that?”
Every time the old man answered, he hit his head. I thought that if he continued like this, either the floor or the old man’s head would break, so I stood him up. When I touched it, it trembled convulsively and shed tears, which was very… unpleasant. anyway.
“Is this a new virtual reality game?”
“A game… are you talking about?”
“yes. There is such a thing. Something like GG or virtual life… Ah, if you’re an NPC, don’t you understand these words? Have you ever heard of travelers called ‘players’ who come down from the sky and travel this world-” “
Oh, I know! Of course I know! Virtual Reality Game NPC It’s such an old word that I just couldn’t remember it for a while. “You failed to take into account that you are from the distant past.”
….old word? Distant past?
“Of course not! “You are Professor Park, the owner of the ‘Hanger Church’ who existed in this world and who became ‘immortal’ by our side through great sacrifice and continues to support our lives even now!”
“Oh yeah…”
I thought I heard something loud, but I confirmed that it wasn’t a virtual reality game.
hmm. Honestly, it seemed like the most likely possibility was that he was put into a new type of GG, but that wasn’t the case, it was this.
“Then what? “There is nothing to worry about.”
“If you have anything to say, feel free to- Gag!”
Action according to the situation. If I, ‘Professor Park’, returned to the ‘real world, not virtual reality’, there was only one thing I had to do.
“Whoops whoops!” Oh, why….”
“I, Professor Park, died along with that Wi Sang-woo. It’s true in name and reality. Therefore, what makes me who I am today is my electronic personality derived from my data soul.”
Sigh!
“What that means is that someone revived GG’s ‘system’, which should have disappeared long ago, and pulled out my data soul from within it.”
“Kuhuheook!”
My grip on the old man’s breathing was extremely cold.
‘system. If someone were to revive that [world] and abuse it, there’s no telling how far things could go wrong.’
People tend to think about a million things before they die, and one of them is, ‘What if something like [Electronics Professor Park] is mass-produced after I die?’ I had the same thought.
That’s right. Anyone who has seen something like Data Soul is bound to think that way at least once. The thought that someone might copy my personality and use it at will.
It may seem like I’m bragging, but I am a valuable sample that I don’t want to throw away anything.
The body is the only officially successful specimen of the ‘mutant virus’, and the memory is a lump of ultra-rare, high-quality data with experience inducing changes in the mutant virus alive. Aside from that, the personality itself is a pathological hog, so if mass-produced, it is a ‘spontaneous and cheerful high’. It is an entity that may be able to create something like an ‘intelligent slave army’.
I’m sure someone would have wanted to make something like ‘Mecca Professor Park’.
“Well, for something like that. If I came to my senses again, the first thing I would do was this. If the place where I woke up was a virtual reality game, I would hold him responsible for resurrecting the deceased in his eternal sleep with an illegal add-on and take over the world with the worst buggy NPC in history. If that’s not true, then-”
Tap-tap-tap!
“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
“…For my own benefit, I decided to kill the guy who brought back something that shouldn’t have been brought back to life, find and delete all other copies and duplicates, and then commit suicide.”
“Of course, there may be other good reasons… but you don’t know right now, right? I’ve just woken up. So we have to suppress it.”
“Lord, Lord….”
The strangled old man’s eyes were turning hazy.
“I know because I’ve been through a lot, it’s best to prevent crises.”
Of course, I had no intention of dying right away. We need to interrogate him before killing him. After letting them know what time it is, what happened outside, how I got my Data Soul, and what I was going to do with it, – Taang!
Isn’t it the general rule of the wasteland to send them to the next world with lead bullets? You can’t just kill people like that. Too bad.
“Lord, no, please remove your doubts and look at the faithfulness within me…. Please….”
“…Hmm?”
I was thinking about this and wondering how I could persuade a fairly old person, but
this old man. No matter how hard I strangle myself, I have no intention of fainting. The inspiration doesn’t fall.
Aren’t you slowly recovering to the point where you can regain your breath and speak?
Suspicious eyes were directed at the slender fingers that seemed suited for delicate work.
‘Can a person’s grip strength be this weak? Is the killer leather jumper a pretense to hide the frailty of an elderly person? Or did the old man play football when he was younger?’
‘Or maybe he’s the keeper of some kind of church… or he has some unidentified power! Damn it, Professor Park, who just fell into a pseudo-different world with a weak body, was attacked by a friendly super high-level villain mob!’
It’s a change in strategy. If you show hostility to your opponent but cannot subdue him, all that awaits you next is a counterattack.
Instead of adding my left hand to the old man’s neck, I secretly extended it to the side. Since I have leather gloves, I can probably break the glass display case with my bare hands.
And just as my hand, with its thin fingers tightly gripped, was about to head towards the display case I had been eyeing from the beginning-!
Kuuuuk-!
[This bastard… who is weak and pretentious!]
‘?’
Didn’t the hand that was hitting the display case and the hand that was strangling the old man come to a trembling halt due to the strong resistance felt from within?
[If your grip strength is weak, you’ll freeze to death…! I can’t let go of that hand, you bastard, like an ancient electronic spirit!]
The answer was told me by a voice that was controlling my body against my will and began to scream loudly inside me.
‘….who?’
[I own your body, you murderous maniac! The wise man said that the wasteland generation that was about to freeze to death were all murder addicts with multiple PTSD! Take your hands off me and pray to Keeper Lazard! Someone’s life is ruined! Do you know how many Hanger cult fanatics there are around the world? I know how many people in the political and business circles that old man is the godfather of!]
‘Oh my.’
He is the owner of his body.
yes. If this is real, there must also be the original owner of the body infused with my data soul. That’s what this guy is.
dump!
“Cluck cluck! Wow! Thank you, thank you….”
“What is gratitude? I only let him go for a while because I found a friend who seemed to communicate better and know more than me. “The fact that my data soul, which should not exist, was kept by that church or something remains unchanged.”
“That is truly regrettable. In fear of something like this happening, the previous Pope tried to hold a digital funeral for the professor, but the unified government, which was on the verge of irreverence, was so opposed to it… In the end, it is our sin to have the professor live again in such a chaotic world. . It’s a sin…hehehehe!”
The old man continued to bow his head towards me, massaging his bruised neck with his hand as if my hostile attitude had nothing to do with it.
….At this point, I’m starting to wonder if I did something wrong.
Was I too sensitive? The people I met before I died were human-level trash like Raptor Gedreuts, so isn’t the aftermath of that last memory keeping me in an aggressive state now?
I had to admit that I should have asked more basic questions first.
‘Hey… weakling friend?’
[Parquo, you bastard!]
The owner of this body, the owner of the three-dimensional decorated leather jumper and baseball cap, answered nervously.
‘Yes, Farquo. ‘What year is it?’
How long has it been since I disappeared with that satellite?
[2237. 158 years according to the hangeo denominational calendar]
‘hangeo denominational calendar?’
[A transaction that counts as the starting point the year in which the world was restored through the sacrifice of a saint. Oh, so… Starting from the day Professor Park died.]
‘158 years?’
It was a number that was hard to believe,
a number that made me admit that a lot could have changed from what I knew, and
at the same time, it was a number that shattered my very small expectations. Because humans cannot live for 158 years.
‘…158 years. ‘158 years.’
I admitted it. It’s as if I don’t know anything right now.
‘Okay, a weak friend I met 158 years in the future. Let’s start again from the beginning.’
[Start? What?]
‘Of course, our relationship started off rather violently due to the violent atmosphere of ancient times and the aftermath of resurrection.’
Of course, I have to talk about this with the old man next to me who is massaging my neck, which is getting darker and darker, but for some reason, looking at his face that seems to be very proud and precious about the bruises on my neck, I think I can deal with it later –
‘158 years on earth. ‘Why did you wake me up after Ina?’
First of all, this is it.
Why did you wake me up? Even at a glance, you can clearly see that this and that is extremely important and that waking it up would be a huge disaster, so why did you put my data soul into your body despite taking such a risk?
[….Please save me.]
‘Ah.’
Oh no. It’s a fatal blow. That’s my specialty. You know very well what I am weak at.
[Woo wow! What is this feeling?… Proudness? Self-esteem? Haven’t you done anything yet? Are you a pervert?]
‘Ah, does this type of shared personality also share emotions? ‘That’s embarrassing.’
[….Are you really ‘that’ Professor Park’s player name ‘professor’? Later, I found out that what was inside was the data soul of a strange wasteland generation idiot. It wasn’t something like that, was it?]
‘Why not? That’s also true.’
A fool in a strange wasteland. There is no sentence that expresses me better than that.
I giggled as I watched the face of this guy, expressed in neon clothes, distort his vague inner self.
‘Okay, I’ll help you.’
Originally, I was worried that my data, which had been sealed for 158 years and had been awakened, would cause chaos in the world, so I tried to quietly kill myself and disappear, but I ended up asking for my life.
“It happened to touch my weakest part.”
[huh? Weak part?]
“There is such a thing. Hehehehe!”
I’m naturally weak to voices whining inside.
Wouldn’t it be a good idea to stop being deceived and dip your toes in it?
158 years after my death, what kind of chaos has happened to wake up something like a ‘savage ancient electronic spirit’ and ask me to save it?
I deserved to hear that story that seemed fun to think about.
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