Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 28

Chapter.4 Eyelids (1)

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What is this?

The next morning, the professor woke up with a hangover and was deeply troubled by the object lying in front of him.

[Hwang Tao]

….peach painting yellow background. What I know is true. Canned peaches.

The problem is where did this large joint come from and why is it in an open state?

“Hmm… So, yesterday must have been…”

Fortunately, I drank some good alcohol, so it floated into my memory like a broken film floating around.

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“Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

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“Khahaha! What professor? “Your name is Professor Park?”

“Kihihi! “What is the person’s name, Professor?…”

“Even what they do is game broadcasting! A man as big as you! Hahaha! Don’t say this! What a nonsense! No, you’re right, right? “Hehehe!”

“…I hope that happens, so come and see often. Oh shit! It’s nothing to be ashamed of, so why not! hey! “One more drink!”

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“Uweeeek!”

Crack-tap-tap-

“He ate strong liquor like that without any snacks. “The little guy ate a lot.”

“Uuuuu…. I want to eat hot soup….”

“Oh my, it’s so difficult to balance. I’m not drunk yet because I can stand up. “I need a moment.”

“Hey professor. Where?”

“Uh oh. “I’ll go to the supermarket and buy some ramen.”

“….what?”

“There’s a supermarket downstairs.”

“No, we just ran away from there risking our lives?”

“You’re like a mother-in-law! Don’t worry! Who am I? Am I not the one who cut off the cockroaches and raptor warmongers of that dome with just this one head! “I have an idea!”

“Hey Bex. He’s drunk. “Please stop me.”

“I’m borrowing your bag.”

“No, no matter how drunk you are-”

“Hey, Metal Joe, who lives in Romance and dies in Romance, were you scared?”

“Hehehehehehehehehe. These bastards. Hey, grab your tools.”

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“Woohoo! “Is it really empty?”

“Scavenger? We were completely swept away by the Raptor and were all thrown away. Dom? I got hit by a raptor and jumped out. Raptor? Like the Abominations we dropped, they must have all been searched or splashed out, right? I told you! “I have an idea!”

“Umm…. There’s nothing left of Hepburn.”

“It looks like they took it frugally while jumping out. “Isn’t there also oden soup other than ramen?”

Tulgrug-

“Hey, you drunken mojiris! Come and listen to this! “Some of the shelves in the canning section are down and it looks like there’s something underneath!”

Gigigi Geek-

“Vex, hurry up… I’m going to break my back… Ugh!”

“ecliptic! “There is also an emperor!” “Oooooh!!!”

“It’s a treasure! “There was hope at the bottom of Pandora, and there was the ecliptic under the 45 treasure chest!”

“No fruit!”

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“Sweet!”

“Sweet!”

“Soup! Sugar seeps into your body! It’s criminal!”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-”

“Ah, it’s a good thing you’re alive!”

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….Oh my god.

Regardless of time and place, it is a tradition for drunken men to do stupid things when they get together, but I, no one else, can do something like this that could put my life in danger!

The professor felt stunned as he looked at the canned food that looked like it had been opened by hitting it with a blunt object. Bex said he didn’t want to bring a knife, so he used the security key in his pocket to open it. Did I mention it’s a tungsten key so it won’t scratch anything?

“Whoa. “It’s really stupid.”

This is something I could never have imagined before coming here. I got to move with someone, I got along so well with those people, and… I got to open up and have fun just like before the destruction.

Yes, yesterday’s foolish behavior was really just a game. Seven years after the destruction began, the professor was having fun.

“…..With just the memories of the past few days, I won’t have to worry about depression for a year.”

The professor sighed and laughed as he watched the two people sleeping oblivious to the world among the vomit and empty cans.

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“Hey, are you really going to go separately? “So, me and Bex are going to sell spices in District 43?”

“Sseu-eup – If I follow you around, I won’t be able to get expelled, right? “Where did you get all that gunpowder?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m from Raptor. “I didn’t like what those bastards were doing, so I ran away with an armored truck full of eggs.”

“…I’m sorry, but do you have a disease where you can’t control your impulses sometimes?”

“Hahaha! This chin also flew off at that time! “I guess my bounty is still attached to the Raptor Society’s nest?”

“It’s been fun, teacher. “If we meet again in the future, we will pretend not to know.”

“Hehe! What others say! Professor: Because of what happened yesterday, there must have been a bounty on both of your heads. “It was wise to keep the name hidden.”

Surprisingly, the Hummer, whose bumper and hood had fallen off and the rear was ruined, was moving fine except that it was a bit noisy, and Ian and Bex, who had a leg splint, were standing facing the professor.

“Then… now it’s goodbye.”

“Well, if that’s what you mean. “You can’t be a man and hang on to something.”

“Hehehe. If you ever come to Area 47, come see me. Ah Bex! Are you done with all that sorting out? “Are you okay now?”

“…..”

Bex, who had been staring at the professor in silence, limped forward and held out her hand.

There were mixed emotions on his wrinkled face.

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‘mister! let’s go together! 14th Division man!’

‘Hey kid. The men. Killed a lot of people. ‘You’ve killed so many people that you’re now a bit confused as to whether we’re good people or not?’

‘That’s why I regularly do good deeds like this [letting the little boy escape and remaining in limbo]. It’s a kind of self-proof. So don’t cry.’

‘Uuuuuuuuuu…’

‘If you feel burdened, think of it as a small debt! Later, when you grow up and meet people from our unit, you can treat them to a good meal. hey! I uploaded everything! Take off!’

‘mister! ‘Mister!!!’

‘Have Fun! You still have a lot of life left! Enjoy life kid!’

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‘Have Fun’

“Hepburn.”

“what. Why do you look so disgusting? awfully.”

The professor scratched his head and held Bex’s outstretched hand.

Click click click,

the broken and broken memories are coming back to their proper places one by one. Memories and emotions are scattered regularly, like broken blocks, like a puzzle thrown out. One, two, three. One again.

Vex didn’t answer. Instead,

“…hehe hehe hehe.”

Instead of a leaky smile like before, he smiled so brightly that his teeth were exposed.

They parted ways like that. We promise the following.

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Weeeeing –

Push profit!

An airlock made from house vinyl and five vacuum cleaners.

Aside from the inconvenience of having to hold your breath inside, there is no facility like this to separate the inside from the outside dust.

When you take off your protective clothing and open the door, your nose reacts before your eyes. A familiar gray smell close to the color of flesh.

It’s home. Return home after a dynamic journey of 4 days and 3 nights.

“Master niiiiim!”

Ah, seeing the culprit behind this splendid outing made me feel like I had returned home, even with my rotting heart.

“Dad, I earned money.”

“Hey~ You picked up something good on the way… Ugh! What is that shotgun! “I couldn’t get a refund!”

I spoke in a stern and solemn voice as I looked at Corduroy, who was shocked to see the missing double-barreled shotgun hanging on my back.

“Say hello. “This is your new wife, Miss Barrel, whom you will take care of starting today.”

“…..weird. Was there a radioactive storm outside today? “It wasn’t in the weather forecast.”

No, once I fired it, I couldn’t use the pipe shotgun anymore.

Before we parted ways, I couldn’t say anything to Ian who asked if I still wanted to refund my money.

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“So then this is…?”

“okay. “Your master is a person who has the ability to make a large sum of money even if he goes to refund the money.”

A high-quality shotgun, a picture wrapped in double or triple layers of cloth to prevent damage, a Rolax watch with an elaborate movement, and a necklace with a large jewel. Additionally, one can of sulfuric acid.

After seeing the harvest of this journey, Corduroy began to burn the happiness circuit furiously.

“That exchange! “How much do you plan to put it on the exchange for?”

“I need to think about that…”

I thought about this the whole time I was here, but the situation is a bit more troublesome than I thought.

The groups that suffered the most damage in the District 45 treasure battle are, in order,

Scavengers > Dome > Raptor comes next.

Scavenger has nothing to say. The number has decreased to the point where we haven’t been attacked once on the way home.

Dom lost about 20 elite troops and all their equipment, and

Raptor also suffered less but significant damage.

What the three groups have in common is that they suffered the same amount of damage but gained little. What if, while you’re gritting your teeth, a seller with the ID professor suddenly sells expensive old-fashioned items?

‘100% broadcast success. ‘My life exploded too.’

I notice it unconditionally. Especially that raptor commander. If I wasn’t dead, I would be grinding my teeth until they were worn out, but if my community ID is caught here, the order of execution is confirmed.

“The same goes for using the marketplace. If you ask there, you can guarantee anonymity by uploading it under the name of the market, but in the end, the Dome knows.”

Hmm… I feel like a thief stealing a famous work of art.

“Then what are you going to do? “There are now about 6 days left until the repayment date.”

“I was thinking about it on the way home. There are only two types of people who buy art anyway, right? Dom upper class or artist union.”

“Yes.”

“Then, since the dome side is awkward anyway, how about contacting the Artists’ Union directly?”

“oh. good idea.”

I don’t know about other groups, but contacting the Artists’ Association is very simple.

The professor immediately connected to the interface, entered the community, and posted a simple message.

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Is this valuable? by professor

The character was unplayable, so I was cleaning up the area around the house. I noticed something sticking out of the ground, so I dug it and found something that looked like strange pottery. If anyone knows, please respond.

*Photos cannot be attached for security reasons

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A common community fishing post with no evidence photos or accurate descriptions. The average person would skip this post just after reading the title, but

it’s a breeze!

[Message has arrived]

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Please tell us the desired contact area and coordinates by Artists Union-W

Hello. It’s called W for Artists’ Union.

Although we cannot confirm for sure as we do not have accurate information, we believe that the pottery you unearthed is from an old era.

Our artists’ association is committed to preserving knowledge and culture passed down from the past, and if you wish, we can arrange a free appraisal and transaction. Please send us a message with the contact area and coordinates and contact time, and we will accommodate you.

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Artists’ Union responds to each and every post like this.

“Hey. Answer: It’s like a knife. Are there any people residing in the community?”

“But if they randomly move to the location they want, wouldn’t they be robbed if someone posts a post and waits in ambush?”

“I had a lot of friends who thought that way, but after the union killed every single one of them and posted a verification message to the community, they almost disappeared.”

If the Raptor Society’s violent dome represents old-world order and technology, the Artists’ Union is a group famous for ‘secrecy’. No one knows where the headquarters is or how many members there are, and nothing has been revealed except that they are a small elite group and are passionate about collecting cultural assets from the past, such as sculptures, paintings, and artifacts.

There was an absurd incident once where a person asked to meet two hours after receiving a message, and then went to the meeting place an hour later, only to find that the Artists’ Union had already arrived and was waiting.

“Because of its amazing combat power and movement speed, there were rumors in the community that the Artists’ Alliance would include a Type 3 variant. Among Type 3, there are many who move with a goal.”

“Can I go see something like that alone?”

“Oh, no problem. “As long as you don’t mess with them, there are few groups in the wasteland as gentlemanly as these guys.”

The professor smiled leisurely as he sent a message telling us to meet at a designated location in 4 hours.

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9:58 p.m.

“…It looks like a real sword.”

Although the only illumination was the moonlight in the dark alley, it was not difficult to recognize the man in the pure white suit.

As the professor approached, the man closed the book he was reading and placed it in his arms, greeting the professor with an aristocratic greeting that was not at all awkward.

“It is an honor to meet you. ‘professor’. It’s called the ‘W’ for Artists’ Union.”

low voice. Polite attitude. A white suit without a trace of dust, extremely alien to the wasteland environment.

‘Maybe the rumors are true.’

At least it was clear that they were not an ordinary group.

The professor first unpacked his bag before saying hello.

“Let’s skip the formal greetings since we are both busy. “Let’s check the items first.”

Sweet.

The man who called himself W took out a small flashlight and began to carefully examine each item the professor took out of the bag.

“These… are all rare, well-preserved relics. “It’s hard to believe it was dug out of the ground.”

“Are personal matters also included in the transaction? “Mine is a bit expensive.”

“There is no need to react so sharply. We do this because it is easier to uncover the history of an object if we know its origin. “If you want to keep it a secret, that’s fine.”

Sweet.

The man, who turned off the flashlight again, carefully lifted the watch and said.

“Let’s start with the clock. Company R’s watches were famous as luxury goods even in the old days. “The craftsmanship that permeates each and every minute detail, the design carefully selected by the best designer of the time, and even the name value… it is an item worth purchasing.”

The man placed the watch in a box decorated with soft velvet cloth.

“But the real thing is this picture. There is no need to reveal the origin. “I am grateful to God and to the ‘professor’ who found it that this painting survived the fire of that terrible war.”

Damn it heart, please don’t show up. You have to pretend like nothing is wrong with this kind of thing so the price goes up.

“Is this a famous… work?”

“very. This is a work by British painter and graffiti artist Banksy. “It’s ironic that the work of an anti-war artist who called himself an art terrorist survives in a destroyed world.”

Banksy. I’ve also heard of this person. Oh my. Why are my hands shaking so much?

“So how much is the price…..”

“Hmm. The state of preservation is also excellent. The value of the work is also special…..

”

The man held out five fingers.

“How about this?”

“Oh five million?!!!”

“Five hundred thousand.”

“ah.”

This bastard.

My brain, which had been soaked in kimchi soup, came to its senses when I heard the number 500,000.

“He said he was a very famous writer.”

“It was a masterpiece of an era, but not legendary.”

“So the two combined is that? “What about the necklace?”

“100,000 for an R Company watch and 400,000 for a Banksy piece. The necklace is a precious gem, but the workmanship is crude to be considered a work of art. “I will refrain from buying a necklace.”

“So you would buy a work of art that survived intact even though the world was ruined for the price of two barrels of oil?”

“Banksy has always been displeased with the fact that his works are sold at high prices. “As an artist, you have to respect the writer’s tendencies.”

and.

He took a step closer to the professor and whispered in his ear.

“Aren’t we the only seller? “It’s obvious what it means to sell an item that could easily raise its price by putting it up for auction on an exchange, but selling it in such a crude way.”

“Ugh!”

Sharp bastard. This is a businessman, not an artist, right? I guess I’ll have to give up on the dumb thing.

“2.6 million!”

“50.”

“240!”

“50.”

Sreung-!

“If you say something like 50 one more time, I’ll kick both of you out of here and go home!”

“…100”

“180!”

“…..120. I lost. This is the best we can sing. In a world where the standard of life has changed from internal to external, we are probably the only ones who buy useless items like paintings at this price.”

“130!”

Crash!

“great. 130. Let me deposit it right away.”

He took out something like a tablet from his bag and typed something in an instant. The professor also took out an old communication device from his bag and connected it.

“Hey Corduroy. “Can you hear me?”

“yep! Good reception!”

“The deposit is.”

“1.3 million! “It has been confirmed correctly!”

widely!

‘done.’

The professor, who had inserted the communicator, held out his hand with a face as bright as the sun, as if the previous nervous battle had never happened.

“Hahaha this is true. Thank you for the neat transaction. “I hope to see you often in the future if good things happen.”

“okay. “Let’s make sure to remember the professor’s name.”

The man who took the painting and the watch gently held the professor’s hand and then disappeared into the darkness like fog.

“It’s 1.3 million… It’s not as much as I expected, but it’s a good performance.”

Six large containers of gasoline, which is treated as military supplies by all groups and whose distribution and consumption are strictly prohibited. Thinking that he had received a good deal for this price, the professor headed home with a light tread.

Now the remaining debt is 1.1 million.

After 11 hours, the character comes to his senses, and after 5 days, he must repay all his debts.

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