Chapter. 16. Saints and Perfectors (20)
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Rattling, rattling, rattling, rattling.
The vibration of a carriage running on a dirt road and the regular sound of horses’ hooves.
“…and the Great Light declared that he is the light that illuminates this world-”
Gregory’s voice came out like a broken radio.
Warm sunshine and a lazy afternoon.
It seemed like the world’s will to give the saint who was continuing his hard work a comfortable nap, and in such an atmosphere, the professor was able to enjoy a nap without any worries for the first time in a long time.
“Uh… Uh huh…”
“Ah adae… Adee…”
“Hmm? Brother Gregory. “Didn’t the saint just say something?”
“Shh. “It seems like you’re dreaming.”
A saint who is tied up and tossing and turning and a knight commander looking at him with satisfaction.
The Holy Knight who was driving the horse also smiled at the sight and began to drive the horse slowly, fearing that it would disturb the saint’s sleep.
“It was a dream on the way to be canonized… Isn’t this some kind of auspicious revelation?”
“Latura. “Maybe he’s already talking to Ro Haram.”
The two paladins were filled with excitement at the thought of finally being able to give proper glory to the saint.
As they thought, the professor was dreaming.
“Uuaaaa…. Daa…. Muuui haeuaa….”
『— —-Soo. 『—- lost—-』
“Ugh…. like this….”
『—Give it to me? I’m sure— it’ll be good—-』
“Oh… uh… oh… oh…!”
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Wheeeee-
slap!
“how is it? The surgery went well, and now it has been reborn as a super-mecha speed wagon that can be combined with three stages. Dom’s technology is really amazing, isn’t it?”
“Aaaah! “What did these crazy people do to you!!!”
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…. It was a much bigger dream than they thought.
“Ugh!”
Jump up –
Kwajik!
“Saint? “What’s going on!”
“Uh uhhh… Dana Dana transforms… Flying over the skyscraper, carpet bombing…!”
“Please calm down. It looks like you’ve been very tired. “When I see you dreaming like that.”
“Uh… a dream?”
Only then did the professor come to his senses and take in his surroundings. A top-of-the-line four-horse chariot from an antique church. Four white horses that have bulked up like monsters due to the amount of buffs they have received. The paladin made eye contact with him on the coach seat and lightly held his hands together, and his head came through the roof of the carriage.
When the professor, who had broken the carriage by standing up without realizing it, came in, Gregory covered the gun he was holding and greeted his saint with a smile.
“It seems like you had a great dream. “I see you are so surprised.”
“Uh um… that was awesome. Hahaha… It was a really crazy dream.”
“Great beings often glimpse the future through dreams. Since the Holy Son is the one closest to light, perhaps he foresaw an auspicious future through a dream-”
Bah!
And the energetic saint’s headbutt exploded on Gregory’s peaceful face. The paladin who was
driving
the carriage smiled slightly as he heard how the peaceful carriage suddenly became noisy.
[Saint! If it was a bad dream, you shouldn’t treat it rashly!]
[Don’t be unlucky! If that’s a precognitive dream, I won’t go out! Don’t hold the mute!]
[Saint! Please tell me the content and I can interpret it-]
“Hahahaha. Ratura. “Brother Gregory and the saint have developed a truly informal friendship.”
The sound of a carriage being smashed was heard from behind, but it did not shake the trained paladin’s composure. The carriage
carrying
the saints was entering the entrance of the main altar amidst commotion.
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“Oh my god. “I had a dog dream, something like that…”
I suddenly asked why I had such a dream.
I think it was because I thought a lot about random things during the free time on the carriage ride.
Dana Elisha Hyacinth. AKA Speed Wagon.
If I were to express my relationship with her, in the wasteland way, it would be ‘a lover who wouldn’t be surprised if they get married right away’, and in the old world way, it could be seen as ‘some’.
The reason why the difference between the two is so stark is because people’s views on love change depending on the times.
Thanks to a life where people face the threat of life and death every day, people are living in a 24-hour stepping stone effect.
In an environment where one does not know when one will die, the animal instinct to reproduce stimulates the desire to ‘leave my mark on the world’ in a situation where everyone dies in vain, causing progress to slow down so quickly that even the person concerned does not notice.
Roughly speaking, in the wasteland, being a ‘lover’ is a relationship to the point where you don’t bring a gun when the opposite sex calls you. At that point, we could live together. Moreover, the group called Dom is so serious about encouraging childbirth that they even arrested a vendor who was selling contraceptives in the market and sentenced him to 45 days of hard labor. If they live together, they naturally form a family and settle down that way.
Surprisingly, from the perspective of the current generation, when it comes to heterosexual relationships, ‘Noru Drug’ has a much more sound and normal thinking than ‘Speed Wagon’ – it is our wasteland.
….From that perspective, I could somewhat understand why people around me were dying of frustration at the awkwardness between me and Dana.
* Do you know it well?
We have been Internet friends for almost 7 years since the beginning of the fall. At the time, all survivors were depressed and semi-psychotic, so they complained to each other. Perhaps Dana, who has a good memory, might know me better.
* Do you hate it?
If you weren’t crazy, how could you possibly hate a woman like Dana? They’re pretty, they’re talented, they understand, and they communicate well… If you don’t like this, you’re a dyssexual person who has no interest in normal relationships.
* Then why the fuck do you make everyone around you change their clothes by not living together?
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Oh my… I’m so dizzy.
After sending Anaya off like that, I had a lot of thoughts about many things. That’s right. There is a woman outside who is only looking at me, but I have just fallen from the stage of developing emotions. In that state, Anaya, who had suffered a similar level of emotional breakdown as Dana, appeared and walked with me before dying in my arms. It was an emotional chaos that was very difficult for me, a complete newbie to heterosexual relationships. There was a need to organize things objectively.
What was a little surprising was that my feelings for her were clearer than I thought. Just thinking of the name immediately made me think, ‘I want to get out, I want to get out, I want to get out, ah, I want to get rid of everything and get out.’
When I think about it, I want to meet him, and when I meet him, I want to do something for him. Since he said he was sick, should I make him seaweed soup? Is there still clean sea left? Is there any dried fish for sale at the stock exchange? These thoughts grow like weeds on a spring day.
In terms of the number of thoughts I had, I was second to none, but the moment the word ‘Dana’ appeared in my head, like a monk who attained enlightenment, all other distracting thoughts disappeared and only thoughts related to her came to mind, and I realized that I liked her more than I thought. It’s my first time liking someone, so what do I know? Just ‘Is this it?’ I just want to.
Well, I recently let Anaya go like that. My mind was a bit complicated.
While those complicated thoughts were floating above my head.
The chat room guys poured oil there.
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– takealook: You were talking nonsense earlier in your sleep. Did you have a bad dream?
– professor: Shut up, you bastard. Because this is all because of you.
– takealook : ???
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Did you say that the day you go is market day?
I thought that the chats of the idiots in the chat room were a great way to calm my complicated mind, so I tried to chat with these guys until I arrived, but the trouble was that these guys, now that they had some free time, came forward to tell me news from the outside world.
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– Noroo Drug: Good news! Miss Spied Wagon, who recently disappeared from the chat room as she entered an important stage of treatment, is planning to return soon! The surgery went well!
– Heungan Dumplings: Unfortunately, the precious ‘sickness’ attribute is now lost to the other side of history.
– professor: Oh. Did it end well? I heard that it’s not just that the heart is weak, but all nearby tissues are weakened, so there’s no way to treat it. In the first place, it was difficult to treat even with old-fashioned technology, so I was recovering and living like that.
– Noru Drug: That’s why I’m sitting here blowing my trumpet, right? The world has changed a lot while you were holed up in your room playing games, right?
– professor: Two months at most? Isn’t it around three months? What has changed so much?
– takealook: This is because you really don’t know. Compared to two months ago, the shape of the streets is very different. Mutant by-product engineering is roughly called mute tech, and the development in this area is very dazzling, isn’t it? Maybe by the time you come out, you’ll be treated like trash?
– Jokass: Following Gedreutz’s 5th Industrial Revolution, there is even talk of a 6th Industrial Revolution. Nowadays, we are no longer in an era where old technologies are treated as ‘cutting edge’. There is technology now that didn’t exist back then.
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Mute Tech. Technology using variant accessories.
Although the research period was short, as always, technology develops in the direction needed by the times.
The materials posted along with the guys’ stories were full of photos that could be described as truly a world away from home.
For example, the outer barrier of the dome, which was constantly pouring cement for repairs, had changed from reinforced concrete to a reinforced-concrete-elastic aggregate barrier. It looked like an orc camp somewhere, with bones the size of mammoth tusks sticking out from the middle of the wall.
The controversy that ignited the community and society over the topic of [variant = human corpse] ended in a ridiculous way despite its seriousness. This is because among the countless types of strains, eventually a strain emerged that reproduced among itself.
Thanks to this, public opinion on mutant foods has dramatically reversed, and as demand has increased, the number of by-product manufacturers is said to have also jumped. In particular, the biggest advantage was that when individuals were able to secure food through hunting, a significant portion of the non-productive population, who were called ‘generator beggars’, were reborn as the productive population.
Advances in the medical field, which is said to be the slowest of technological developments, were also remarkable. In several experiments using mutant body tissue, rejection reactions between human and mutant body tissue were found to be less than 3%.
Since all wasteland survivors are carriers of a mutant virus, and a mutant is a mutant born as a fable of the mutant virus, the most likely hypothesis is that the mutant virus acts as a mediator between cells. The photo that came with the data showed a scene where a variant body tissue patch called [Cell-Patch] was used to quickly control bleeding from an amputated thigh.
In addition to that, there is a photo of Mr. Metaljo, who is lovingly raising a ‘bomb rat’ containing combustible compressed gas, a photo of Bex and a scared Cynthia who is wielding a whip that appears to be the tongue of some kind of creature, and a visitation gift for Dana, who is lying in a hospital bed. An 8-cylinder A photo of BDSM friends giving a modified wheelchair equipped with an engine and two miniguns.
While looking through those photos and materials, I fell asleep.
In my head, I miss Dana. Her lips were so soft. If she becomes healthy, it means she can now lead a normal life. Then, while soft thoughts like this and that…. uh…. are floating around, machines and mutated body tissue appear. As the images of all the combined inventions overlapped, such a bizarre dream was born.
oh my god. [Super Mecha Combat Girl DAH], which shoots level 7 particle cannons from its eyes, transforms into a bomber and sprays carpet bombing. Hasn’t my mind already been irreparably damaged by GG?
“Saint. “What are you thinking about?”
“Uh… honestly, I thought it was eight times more scary than the dragon Falcatus…?”
“….yes?”
“Oh no. nothing.”
I guess the shock was too severe. Seeing as I still can’t come to my senses.
Archbishop Norman looked at my bewildered face with a worried expression and repeated once again what he had repeatedly told me.
“Saint. Today’s canonization is a great event that will leave a lasting mark in the history of the church. I am telling you that a very religious and symbolic meaning can be given to the saint’s clothes, every word he says, his gait, his gaze, and the position of his fingertips! yes! Do you understand?”
“Hey… Norman? No matter how I look at it, I don’t think I’m the right person for an event like this, so I’d better reconsider right now-”
“You need to become a suitable person from now on! Holy Son, the divinity is already gathering for you as an individual! Once you become more ‘personally’ sacred here, there is truly no turning back! “This is going to be a really big problem!”
“Big deal?”
“That’s… haha. “How do I explain this to someone who doesn’t even know anything about war…”
Archbishop Norman was speaking while adjusting the appearance of his extravagant robe for the canonization ceremony, even though it had no decorations. As he spoke, he beat his chest in frustration and pointed outside the church with his finger.
“Whoa. Would you like to gather your divinity for a moment?”
“…If I use that, my muscles will die.”
“You used it when communicating with me! If you just have to do it, do it a little bit at a time! Before this old man goes to Haram with a vase!”
“Yes…”
As Norman instructed, I brought up the still somewhat unfamiliar sense of divinity.
“…It’s neater than I thought. Now relax your consciousness a little. Feeling a little sleepy, not nervous. “In a daze.”
“Uh… that’s it.”
“If you are ready, close your eyes while maintaining the divinity…. Recall the sensation of divine communication and manifest it in a wide-spreading form.”
Communication magic in a dazed state. widely.
As I focused on the archbishop’s words while the temple’s unique incense wafted out, I unconsciously fell into a feeling as if my head was floating.
….voice.
voice?
A rumble that seemed to come from a well came from afar, and it got closer and closer –
『!〇*&^%+〿!!!!』
Chiiiiiiiing-!
“Kwaaagh! “What is this!”
It grew out of control and hit my eardrums like a locomotive.
No, is it your eardrums? It’s hard to express it, but it feels like a voice is stuck in my head.
“…You can hear it as expected. “If it had been just a few days later, it would have been a really big problem.”
Archbishop Norman said he knew that would happen and held out his hand to me as I fell.
“What is this? “Is this a divine-type attack spell?”
“I haven’t done anything. It’s just that the saint ‘heard’ it.”
“listen? “What?”
In response to my question, the archbishop said with an expression that said, ‘Didn’t you tell me to come a long time ago?’
“Prayer, prayer. This is the sound of prayer that is uttered while thinking of the saint among the countless brothers of light spread across the continent. All those sounds were mixed together and flew at the saint at once.”
“….yes?”
“Once you are canonized, your faith in the saint will return to faith through Ro-Haram, so don’t worry too much. However, if I miss the timing….”
“….What if I miss it?”
“Soon, every time the sun rises and sets, you will be tormented by a mental load that is incomparable to what you just experienced. It’s not that there is malice, that’s what divinity is like. “It’s not something a mortal being can endure.”
Crack.
Archbishop Norman, who straightened the robes that had become disheveled when I fell, pointed the way to the prepared platform and said,
“This way.”
“Ugh… I’ll be back. “Wow, what a head…”
The saint walked into the bright light, shaking his still whining head.
Norman smiled happily as he looked at his back.
“Hmm. Ratura lo-haram. “Light, how satisfied are you?”
While the old archbishop’s prayer continues.
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『Waaaaaaaa!!!!!!!』
When the saint finally appeared in front of the believers, the believers gathered in the church began to shout for the church to leave.
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A fully armored tank that was the main tank on the Raptor side during the all-out war between Dom and Raptor. Also known as the Triceratops tank.
