Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedreuz, Field (2)
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“….”
“….”
Gurgling- Tak!
“Listen.”
“yep.”
President Young, whom I had not seen in a long time, looked much older than I remembered and offered me a drink. Of course, it’s probably because of my mood. To me it was a long time ago, but here it was only about 11 hours ago.
“…The doctor warned me. If you can’t cut down on alcohol, try to cut down on stress. If I don’t reduce one of the two, they’ll find some way to do it, whether it’s forcibly injecting me with a sedative or adding a sleeping pill to my medication. And you know…I’d rather pull a trigger on my head than quit drinking.”
Gulp, gulp
!
“Do you understand what I mean?”
“I don’t want to know.”
“I want to kill you.”
President Young let out a very sincere sigh and lifted the thick stack of documents under his drink.
“Miss Hyacinth.”
“I put you to sleep.”
“Don’t smile proudly because you are unlucky. Crazy friends.”
“To BDSM headquarters. “They didn’t know the inside story, so they weren’t too worried.”
“Good. “If they’re calm, it means we’ll have plenty of time to calmly talk about what crazy things you did in there.” With each passing page of the report that had been
paid
for, President Young’s frown became more frowning.
….Whoa.
“I don’t know where to start… so I guess I should start with the part that I can at least understand.”
Pop!
One of the reports that was being passed around without any power hit the table.
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Highest priority observation object record
Code name: Insaint (Crazy Saint)
Activity report:
* Mission handed over from predecessor at 0740. ‘Outing’ with 3 key observation individuals ended without much disturbance. . Subject returns to the dome in Area 47.
* Subject enters the inspection department’s experiment/observation laboratory with Pale Lady at 0801.
* Conversation between subject and Pale Lady (Attachment No. 1). Serious chat about the trip and return.
* Observation subject No. 1 GG accessed at 0824 on Insaint. 7 days, 12 hours, 27 minutes have passed since the previous return. Due to the sudden entry, a total of 7 people from the head doctor, Whole Brain Personality Research Department, Department of Biotechnology, Media/Broadcast Control Department, entered the laboratory.
*5 minutes of access passed. Observation object ‘Pale’ Lady’ complained of symptoms of anxiety. No significant changes in vital stability.
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Huh? Isn’t this just a regular report?
“Have you put us under surveillance?”
“Of course. You and your pleasantries. “I want you to remember that just a few days ago, a tank gun was fired at the floor of the market. A civilian armed group fired without permission in my city and created a 13-meter deep hole in the floor of the market.”
Ah, that’s it.
Smuggler. You devastated the underground market created by drug dealers. Thanks to the fun BDSM events, my stomach acid production has increased by nearly 40% recently. Every time your name comes up in the report, I feel sick to my stomach – I’m wasting time due to a useless battle of pride. Don’t waste time and finish reading.”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“Here. Even among scientists, there is a difference of opinion on this part.”
President Young, who dismissed my complaint with a single word, traced the end of the report with his fingertip.
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# Total access time 9 hours 40 minutes.
# Play time downloaded to the dome broadcasting department linked to the player ‘professor’ account [2190489 hours 40 minutes].
# A large amount poured out in one moment. The computer network is overloaded due to play logs. All electronic networks in that department and the three departments linked to GG are down.
# As we are accelerating the analysis of the cause, all functions related to the GG server are stopped at the same time, making recovery difficult. .
Reporter: Inspector General Carl Feld
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“….”
“You logged in, played for 9 hours and 40 minutes, and over 2.19 million hours of play data was poured into the Dome’s broadcast department.”
“Uh….”
“Initially, it was judged to be a DDoS attack by an external force, but the results of the analysis showed that it was all real play data and not dummy data. So, this means that the approximately 240 years of records poured into the broadcasting department are all someone’s real play data. This is data poured from the account of someone who said goodbye to their lover with a very solemn look just moments ago.”
“Um…”
“Tell me. Some, if not all, is fine, so I hope you at least let me know what’s going on. “If you still think of us as allies.”
President Young’s eyes, darkened by a mixture of alcohol and dark circles, took on a somewhat dangerous look as he asked me.
‘If you still think of us as allies.’ What this means is that this incident, which completely shut down three major departments of the Dome in less than 10 hours and paralyzed the Dome, which was heavily dependent on GG’s services, was an incident ‘at a level that threatened the safety of the Dome’. It means you are watching.
If I, the most influential person who led it, did not investigate the cause to an understandable level, it meant that I would be regarded as a ‘threatening person to the Dom’.
‘Of course, the fact that the two of you asked about it while having a drink reflects the president’s opinion that he hopes it doesn’t happen like that.’
Anyway, it means that they were genuinely scared for one reason or another. Of course, I have no intention of sending the president, whose liver and stress levels are both at extreme levels, to spin around.
“Well… this is a very long and complicated story to explain…”
“An emergency call was made 30 minutes ago and agents from each department are here. “Even if I talk for hours, there are many people who will do the work for me.”
“Yeah whatever. then. 2.19 million hours is roughly equivalent to 222 years plus my 28 years…”
Short silence. With the president’s extremely nervous eyes focused on me, I held out my empty glass to him and said,
“Hey Youngie.”
“….hmm?”
“hmm? Sounds the same. “Don’t get upset and pour the old man a drink.”
President Young was momentarily dazed by Professor Park’s answer, which, as always, was beyond his imagination.
“I’m about two hundred and eighty-eight years old, and I don’t want to hear the old man, so let’s just act like an old man. What are you doing? “Dry the glass, you bastard!”
He was deeply lost in thought as he saw the professor yelling as if he was looking down with his chin tilted back.
What on earth does that conniving genius, who hides all his intentions in his every word or action, say such crazy things? After trying, trying, and
trying
to understand this situation where a familiar asshole suddenly evolved into an arrogant asshole
.
Fishit!
Somewhere in his forehead, a blood vessel filled with alcohol clattered with the sound of breaking
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I held a thick bottle of liquor in my hand.
Craddangtang! Cheonggang! ‘Hey Young! What kind of evil is this – wow!’ Quadang! Cheer up!
The president’s stress, which had built up to its limit, eventually turned into irrational violence.
The commotion in the president’s office, filled with shouting and cracking sounds, continued until the anesthetic gas released by the attending physician, who was always on standby in the next room in case of his high blood pressure, was spread.
“…That young fellow is impatient.”
Of course, the general anesthetic gas did not work on the professor, who was almost like a type 3 mutant, and he, who was fine, moved the collapsed president and doctor.
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“President.”
“….”
“President Young.”
“….”
“Hey Young-”
Kwaaak!
“oh my! You’re so mean to me for just playing a prank! Are you in menopause? “Do you also have periods?”
“…As I said before, I sincerely hope that you die miserably.”
Crash!
President Young, wearing a patient gown and with an IV in his arm, gritted his teeth and touched his forehead.
“….You’ve been there for 28 years. Your secondary personality, ‘Hyde’… has been playing within there for 222 years. All of those memories are in Professor Park’s head, and the enormous amount of play videos that paralyzed our broadcasting department-”
“It’s all the play history of me and Hyde.”
“I’m going crazy.”
Young grabbed his throbbing head and looked at the shitty man in front of him.
2 meters… early? Mid? While connected, his height decreased to the point where he barely crossed the border of ‘human’. The hardened parts that had protruded like armor here and there on the body had seeped inward, leaving only spot-like marks, reaching a level where one could almost be considered human if not for the monster-like left arm and large metal plate attached to the chest.
Of course, according to research containing numerous inferences, that body has the possibility of returning to its original state. Chief researcher Chelsea said, ‘Professor Park can return to his appearance in the 30th District whenever he wants, and there is no going back.’
A body that straddles the line between human and mutant. Once you change, you can never return to your human form and spirit, but on the other hand, if you have no intention of returning, you can become a monster tens of meters in size that single-handedly suppressed ‘Orpheus’, one of the most powerful strategic weapons of the old era.
An entity like a human tactical nuclear weapon that has the potential to oxidize the entire Area 47 dome if it commits suicide terrorism.
‘That kind of thing is probably good.’
However, President Young’s headaches were not caused by such ‘trivial’ issues. In the first place, the problem was that when we accepted him back a long time ago, after analyzing all of Professor Park’s tendencies and behavioral principles, we decided that it was ‘a fairly safe level’.
‘277 years. A human being with a whopping 277 years of life in his head.’
The cold sweat on the president’s forehead was caused by the cause of this situation that that monster had mentioned as a joke.
2.19 million hours in April World. Warlord is 28 years old and his wife, Hyde, is 222 years old.
2 years at 3 World,
and Professor Park of the Wasteland is 25 years old this year, so 25 years.
A total of 277 years of life are contained in that head.
‘Memories of 277 years. Can someone with three centuries of memories, including even memories of [death], be considered a human being like me?’
It was alertness to the unknown, astonishment at the realized impossibility, and fear of the unknown.
Young was an intelligent man, and Young, who was drunk, was several times more intelligent than him.
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『Hey Youngie.』
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The moment Professor Park uttered those words, the President had already realized that the person in front of him had gone through over 2.0 million play logs. I knew it was coming.
The reason why he, who was always calm, cool-headed, and even harsh, responded to Professor Park’s pranks with a playful response of ‘Kkeungpan’ was because he couldn’t decide how to accept him other than such joking behavior.
The body is close to the most powerful biological weapon created by mankind.
A person whose spirit contains nearly three centuries of memories, who has experienced both life and death, and who has firmly maintained the name ‘Professor Park’ through all the storms.
“Oh my god, did you hide alcohol in the hospital room? In the drawer, under the mattress… What kind of golem are you driven by?”
Even though he is such a being, he is still consistently playful and sly.
They say that even rivers and mountains can change in 10 years.
Even 280 years have not changed the human Professor Park.
….gulp.
Young was afraid of him. If the professor in the past was a perfect ally who was smart enough to engage in a fierce battle with him and whose operational capabilities were second to none, now… I didn’t even want to think about a future where I would be in conflict with that.
“…Now then, let’s finish what we were talking about.”
So Young closed his eyes tightly as the story continued.
“Nice to meet you, President Alexander Young, supreme leader of the District 47 Dome.”
“If I speak for myself! He is a wasteland individual survivor, a professional broadcaster ‘professor’ who ranks ‘1’ in the GG game broadcast rankings, a leader of a private mid-sized caravan BDSM, and a ‘completer’ who shines in clearing Gedroitz’s game 3 World.”
….Taaaak!
Wooooow-!
“Heir of Andrei Gedreuts, who has been granted all rights pertaining to Gedreuts’ games. The only administrator in existence. “He is the de facto next-generation president of the Gedreuts Company, having obtained the remaining four of the seven rights reserved under the name ‘Complete Reward.’”
Young saw it. The moment Professor Park snaps his fingers, the screen that was turned off in the laboratory building visible outside the hospital room window lights up.
The GG bulletin board and GG transport drone auction house, which had all been offline, were brought back online, and with the buzzing sound, vitality and noise returned to the various departments that had been exhausted.
Click, click, click –
“….Amazing.”
I tried to hide my agitation, but I couldn’t hide the clattering of ice in the glass I was holding in my trembling hands.
‘Four out of seven. Revit, a partner, has bulletin board administrator privileges and save and load privileges. It has been confirmed that what Cheon Ryu-je, a wealthy outsider, has is a type of body strengthening program.’
So then…
“Then. “Did you… get it?”
The being who faced him with a voice that could no longer hide its trembling was…
“….of course.”
I nodded.
“Very, very, very very very much—you put it so far away.”
visor!
The professor who clinked glasses for him, who could only hold the glass, said with a smile.
“Stir-ki. He placed us in a place where we always look and pray. “The server room.”
The direction pointed by the sharp finger covered in black carapace was upward.
Beyond the concrete ceiling that concealed them, beyond the bluish shield and thick dust of the wasteland.
A distant place that anyone can look at but no one can reach.
“I guess he’s a man who really likes stars and the night sky.”
Rattling!
Young opened the window with trembling hands.
Even though it is currently obscured by the daytime sun and covered by thick dust at night. It definitely exists up there.
A sparkling galaxy with a few stars and countless artificial satellites still brightening the night.
“satellite. Clearly, the Gedreuts Company had the technology and facilities to launch countless satellites on its own.”
“Since the 1960s, ordinary satellites have developed to the point where even wealthy conglomerates can launch them. “Already in the 1950s, astronomers around the world went on general strike, with countless artificial satellites and space debris filling Earth’s orbit.”
“Ah, no matter how many satellites were destroyed in the Great War… the compressed battery that did not use up the solar cells and metal body would become a powerful radio wave blocking device in itself.”
How can I be so foolish? Just because Gedreuts said, ‘Somewhere on Earth, somewhere no one can find,’ you can’t help but think of polar places like the Mariana Trench and Antarctica. Since the name was ‘server room’, I was imagining a cubic concrete facility filled with machines that constantly blinked LED lights.
“You really put it over our heads…”
I was amazed, despondent, and frustrated.
Hope for humanity. The server room, where all future arrangements such as terraforming, climate control, and seed storage for ecological restoration were left, was hidden among countless space debris and satellites beyond the atmosphere.
This means that even if the coordinates were found, it would be impossible to reach with modern technology, which cannot even attempt a long-distance flight in the atmosphere of all kinds of electromagnetic storms and radioactivity, let alone a space craft.
Even now, the radiation in the 30th zone is moving south at a rapid rate, and the temperature in summer is plummeting to the point that it does not exceed 27 degrees even on the hottest days. How long will it take to restore space technology and when will we get there?
….smile, smile, smile!
…And why is that bastard grinning so unpleasantly?
“Oh, that’s it. “I can see with my eyes what our spirit is thinking.”
Quick!
His blood pressure, which had been sinking in frustration, soared again, but President Young was able to ask a question because he was several times more curious about the reason for that relaxed face than the curse that welled up.
“Is there a way?”
“Hehehehe.”
Sigh!
The professor snapped his fingers instead of answering.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz –
A warm piece of paper, as if it had just been printed, delivered by a transport drone with a clear mark saying [GG delivery].
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[Next-Space!]
– A 50-person group colony in Earth’s orbit!
– Own ecosystem circulation using plants, insects and other organic matter!
– Can be maintained for approximately 430 years without maintenance!
– Includes Earth observation equipment and return ship!
– Forget the deviations of the past! Now it’s time to de-earth!
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“This is….”
“Complete reward number 5. Manned spacecraft base ‘NEXT-SPACE’ coordinates and security key. A perfect shelter that even the most vicious villain cannot chase. A collective habitat in space orbit that guarantees complete peace. “To be exact, these are the coordinates and security key for an ‘unmanned spacecraft base’ heading to an experimental orbital survival site.”
President Young could not take his eyes off the stiff paper in his hand. Bold letters written like an advertisement from the 90s, a character in a space suit, and… a picture of a space base launching a spaceship into the sky.
The path to a clearly existing universe.
Young took a deep breath and carefully placed the flyer for [NEXT-SPACE], depicting humanity’s last hope, without getting it wrinkled, in his hands that kept clenching his fists, and then reached for the half-empty bottle of alcohol.
“Take a drink… please.”
“….Eh? “What?”
“You didn’t ask me to do it. “I will pour it for you, so take it.”
“Oh, no, if you take it that seriously again, I’ll be a bit… ugh.”
Jjororok-
Banjondae. That was the maximum that Young’s pride would allow.
‘You can’t touch Professor Park.’
The GG transport drone, which only delivers items from the auction house operated by the GG server, delivered the item he wanted with a single wave of his hand. Using a transport drone, Professor Park obtained the addresses of all shelters and information on survivors, and gained the ability to send anything to them whenever he wanted. Whether it’s a bomb or a lead bullet. If necessary, you could release a drone and monitor an unbelievable range in real time.
GG was currently stopped all at once. Since you are the only administrator with all authority, you will be able to operate it the way you want. In a world where most joy has disappeared, a virtual world that provides real-life pleasure is more addictive than drugs. That too is in Professor Park’s hands.
Hope for humanity. The coordinates and security code of the server room are also in his possession, and the only means to get there is also in his hands.
There is such a ridiculous being in the world.
“…They say words become seeds. “There are idiots out there shouting that.”
“yes? What?”
“….It’s nothing. “Let’s have another drink.”
As the leader of a large group called Dom, Young thought about how to treat the newly created Absolute of the Wasteland.
Whether he wants it or not, Professor Park already has too much power and power to be held by an individual.
His every word will resonate in the world, and his actions will soon represent the trend of the times.
The world usually called these beings ‘gods.’
Just like what a strange group of people out there called the ‘Wasteland Branch of the Church of Gwangmyeong’ are advocating.
‘Professor Park, he is God.’
“Cock, cack, cack!” Cheek! Wow! Whoop! “I heard a case… pat me on the back!”
“….”
Cracking.
“Wow, what kind of alcohol… 80 degrees? President, are you feeling a bit desperate for a dome these days? “You drink industrial cleaners like alcohol?”
….rather unreliable.
However, unlike someone above who just watches his children, God walks through this toxic world with us.
If such a thing exists, the one I want to believe in more is… God.
“…Latura.”
“yes?”
“It’s nothing. Oh no. nothing.”
Young filled his glass in an awkward manner, not realizing that his grin had already moved to his own face as he looked at the professor’s face full of questions.
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