Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedroits, Field (9)
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opened his eyes. A big body, a big bed, the smell of alcohol that stings your nose, and a beeping ECG screen.
“Shit.”
Why on earth did I gain such a strong body, but why do I look like this every time I open my eyes?
“Are you an asshole? Are you thinking about going to war with the Raptors? Did your balls eventually shrivel and degenerate naturally?”
“No, no matter what-”
“Oh my~ Oh my, my legs! Why does the leg that the raptors cut off hurt so much today? Oh, I didn’t mean to tell you, but I don’t want my baggy pants to bother the raptor, so I’m just walking away and ask you to say hello to so-and-so. ‘hi! ‘I’m a 60-year-old man’s leg reborn as biofuel in a press!’ while doing.”
“That’s it! Of course, I plan on avenging you, old man! The problem of thinking about it so emotionally is-”
“War! Wow war!”
“Never war! “Get revenge before you die of old age!”
“No…”
And why did the crazy doctor and his assistant, who crawled this ignorantly strong body onto the hospital bed, evolve into a crazy, warmongering duo in just a few hours?
Of course, just a few hours ago, I thought I would have this type of conversation with these two people. It is said that Ian was a legendary Raptor commander, and Woojin was also a legendary mercenary active during World War III. As they are people who have vividly felt the war, I thought they would think objectively and come to a conclusion rather than my emotional perspective.
“Listen! Even if we don’t do it, 30% of our troops will die? “A man from Raptor, does Raptor look like a dick?”
“of course! Don’t you know when you see those damn bastards running around hiding? “Are you saying those bastards are real?”
“Don’t be a dick!”
“Ah, speaking as an expert in the field, it’s true that those bastards are shit. “If you leave it alone, it will grow, so you have to cut it off right away.”
“Aaaaa#@#$!_%#@!!”
However, contrary to my expectations, what came back was only an extremely crude conversation.
These people were wrong. No matter what he said, these two had no intention of understanding. In other words, ‘Jeon-jaeng? Are people dying by the million? Let’s do it now!’ The same devil is also spewing out deplorable remarks. What advice do you get from these idiots and use it as a basis for judgment?
In the end, not only was my body in pain, but I was also mentally devastated, so I raised my hands.
“I got it! okay! Okay, let’s do it Raptor! I lost! “I’m going to kill you!”
“yes!”
“He’s not a bad guy after all!”
oh my god.
It’s not just another word, it’s ‘Let’s go to war!’ As I looked at Koraji, who was even giving a high five as if he had reached a dramatic negotiation conclusion, I felt like a fool for all the groaning and thinking I had been doing since this morning.
I can’t believe I was going to ask these people for serious advice.
“Don’t say anything. I can’t believe there’s only one major war maniac around me. “It would be a sad thing for my dead mother to see.”
“Of course, don’t lament. Seeing my son still remaining a fearless person with two such great men by his side, I thought, ‘I gave birth to a daughter with a red pepper!’ And he will strike the earth so that the underworld becomes level.”
“This bastard?”
“The hormonal abnormality identified earlier may be the body’s struggle with a mental defect. “It’s like the body’s struggle to correct the mind that keeps becoming a fearless mind.”
“Oh old man! “Is that plausible?”
“Would you like to see if both are plausible?”
When I couldn’t stand it anymore and raised my heavy fist, the two people stumbled and backed away as if they had hit each other.
Shit. Perhaps because it’s been a while since I’ve had wasteland-style conversations, I don’t have as much firepower as I used to. I can’t believe I was defeated in an argument by a guy like Metal Joe! How dare you suppress conversation with violence instead of your tongue!
Part of me wanted to regain my honor somehow, but I had no choice but to risk my pride and change the subject of the conversation in order to silence the two people who started discussing ‘the androgynous charm of the most popular man in the wasteland’ right next to me. I will repay this damned humiliation many times over!
“Ticat. Can you access the transport drone network now?”
Diriririk –
The latest drone, which was completely on standby, was activated immediately upon the owner’s command, and the floating drone, illuminating the slightly dark hospital room with a green light, was enough to attract the attention of the three people in the room.
[Connected.]
“Okay. “What about the investigation into the traces of tram movement that I mentioned earlier?”
[Diririk- It is in progress and is scheduled to be completed 48.7% later than the previously mentioned completion time.]
“It is not 10 or 20%, but almost 50% slower? Is there something wrong?”
[That’s right. Problem A-Transportation drones are designed to transport cargo under 150kg, so the built-in camera is designed to only be able to understand the terrain and recognize the recipient’s face for basic missions. Most of the missions are carried out in dust storms containing calcium, iron, aluminum, magnesium, and soil components of less than 20㎛ (micromillimeter). Therefore, it would be difficult to find traces of already erased tank movements with the camera of a drone that was not designed for detailed observation
. After all, the damn dust storm is the problem.”
[yes. As an alternative, it is possible to reduce the observation distance by lowering the standard flight altitude of the transport drone, but in the case of Gedreuts Company’s genuine transport drone -]
“It is sold at a very expensive price on the exchange. That’s also why scavengers stare at the sky for 16 hours a day, holding something like a harpoon.”
[This is an accurate judgment. In the case of a group of survivors commonly referred to as ‘Scavengers’ -]
Taean!
“stop! “Summarize everything except the necessary information.”
[….Diririk. Confirmation.]
Unable to bear Ticat’s endless explanations, I gave an order, and the new explanation bug drone silently looked a little depressed for some reason.
“Dust storm, yes. That can’t be helped. another reason is?”
[As a result of inferring the path of the observation target based on some traces found while executing the command, it was confirmed that there would be difficulties in further observation.]
“Why?”
[It’s because of an electromagnetic storm.]
After a dust storm, it’s an electromagnetic storm. Indeed, Ticat deserved to have significantly extended the search time. The good news is that if the first was just bad news, the second is news worth looking into.
Dust storms have been a phenomenon that has plagued every neighborhood since World War III, but electromagnetic storms are only observed in some areas.
A neighborhood that was bombarded with all kinds of missiles, where combat was most active. Outdated place names range from northeastern China to all of Russia. Now, as they say –
“They moved above the 30th division, right?”
It refers to the areas numbered above, starting from area 39 in the northern part of area 47.
A neighborhood where there is a lot of radiation, there are even more mutants that grew up on it, and most of the survivors who survived among them are not normal.
Until last year, the District 38 Dome, which could be considered a bastion of survivors, was located in the center of the area, so it was a neighborhood you could pass through if you went through some trouble, but now it has become a dangerous area that is two levels different from when I visited in the past.
“Kaaaaaak! “The 30th district is a neighborhood full of shitty memories.”
“Ah, I’ve eaten as much taffy as you can count on one hand in my life.”
Totally agree.
As soon as the story came out, Ian’s face crumpled. The area above the 30th district is a neighborhood with nothing good to offer.
Areas numbered from 30 onwards.
In the past, it was just a town with many large and aggressive variants, but now it has become a ‘land of type 2.5 variants’, full of variants that all look unique.
The cause, of course, is the Happy Blind fanatic incident.
A Chinese woman who was said to be Gedreutz’s fellow researcher became a thought criminal in her life in the wasteland and restored the worst wide-area non-destructive murder weapon ‘Orpheus’. Thanks to this, Professor Park, who prevented it when he committed suicide, received the mental breakdown wave of Orpheus with his whole body. Thanks to this, I was able to experience an unimaginable play called ‘Data Soul Professor Park Play’ as I became a terrifying body, not knowing whether I was the same person or a mutant.
Damn bad, what I thought was all over ended up being ‘not just the worst’ when District 38’s Dome, who was thought to be an ally, pushed the smashed Orpheus into the radio tower and activated it, and in the aftermath, a 2-radius area centered around District 38. ~The minds of the survivors in the three districts collapsed, resulting in them all turning into Type 2.5s full of individuality. Raptor, who had been in secret with the District 38 Dome and was always looking for an opportunity, took advantage of the chaos and took out the Central Generator of the District 38 Dome. He ate it and ran away….
“…. is an accurate summary of the situation in Area 38. Survivors desperately gathered around the dome of Area 47 to avoid the various mutants pouring down from the town above, and the survivors gathered together to form something more than a city, and the remaining mutant corpses will lead a new era. If you look at the fact that it was reborn as Mute Tech, it all started with the incident in Area 38.”
“oh my god. Were such things happening in places unknown to an old civilian like me?…”
Old Man Woojin sat down on my bed and nodded, sighing.
“The world is moving too fast for my old body to keep up with it. There were rumors going around about what happened in Area 38 among the refugees, but I couldn’t believe it because it was such a false story…” “
Of course, I couldn’t believe it. Sir, this is the most secret of all secrets. It’s not that there are no people who know properly, it’s that there are no people who know properly because they were all caught. The people who know the truth are all agents of the Dome’s inspection department, but the fact that the story is out there means that one of us has opened our mouths. “Whether it’s PTSD or something else, there’s a guy who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and he’s doing things that shouldn’t be done, so why would someone like President Young just leave that guy alone?”
“Hmm. “I heard this nonsense.”
Old Man Woojin frowned and smoked a cigarette as if he had been caught up in something troublesome.
“so. Why did you suddenly say that? “Do you want me to go see the dome prison too?”
“What I mean is that since that day, the area above the 30th District has become a monster land where even the poorest scavenger will get angry.”
In terms of number, about 18 districts were devastated. Even though there were only a few people, most of the survivors living there became mutated, and some even differentiated into new species and reproduced among themselves. There is no need to talk about the situation up there, as the piles of mutants that we had to work hard to block by turning all our defense facilities right after the incident in our District 47 dome are nothing more than the overflow of the upper neighborhood.
“It’s full of radiation, electromagnetic storms, and type 2.5s that aren’t just regular mutants, but each with their own unique characteristics, and there are no survivors for the raptors to devour. “There is no reason to go up there unless the raptor’s head was drugged and you got behind the wheel.”
“Hmm…”
“This is a pain in the ass.”
What is the purpose of the move? Additional information will come out if you take the time, so you can wait. For those who are planning to attack the Raptor right now, this situation is extremely frustrating as the opponent has entered a neighborhood that is no different from a minefield.
“Did you say they expected us to move like this and hid in the 30th Division, where a large-scale attack on the Dome could not be accomplished?”
“Does that make sense? “It was just yesterday that I cleared GG and secured permission to operate a transport drone.”
“Professor Park. Speaking of that, isn’t there a lot of weight that a transport drone can carry at once? If you load
it with about 100 kg of explosives and bomb it with a carpet-”
“They are now using high-power wide-area shields thanks to city-level generators, right? The shield boasts particularly strong defense against explosives. Because it dissipates all the shock. It cannot be penetrated without an attack using live ammunition such as a tank shell or an optical weapon of the same wavelength. “Isn’t it the same reason why the Raptors bring a lot of tanks every time they come to the dome?”
“How about turning up the noise through the drone speaker at maximum volume and then dragging in a bunch of other variants? In terms of shield consumption, that is the best….”
“Oh, old man, that makes some sense…”
The story went from whether there was a war or not to the enemy’s location and then to the enemy’s method of striking.
As all three of them have a lot of war experience and have experience with raptors, they engage in heated discussions based on their own combat knowledge.
[___Drick. [Dick Dirick____Dick____]
Ticat, who had been quietly watching the discussion of the three, suddenly approached the professor with a flashing green light.
[master. The search for your question is over.]
“In an environment where exposure means loss, huh? question? “What question?”
[+Question: Effective strike method and approach against groups with city-level shields and triple reduction core generators hiding in areas contaminated with radioactive biohazards. This is an ongoing question.]
“Ah, were you looking for that again? wait for a sec. Then what about raptor tracking?”
[On hold for a moment.]
“No, something like that….”
It was necessary to adjust the basic settings of that drone, even if it meant leaving it to an amateur. Apparently, there was not enough space to install a smooth accident circuit as it was equipped with an anti-gravity floating panel to handle the weight of high-value units, protective armor, heavy weapons, armament, cleaning, and ultra-long-distance communication functions to communicate with a server room located in outer space.
[Dick___Dick___ Dirick____]
While Professor Park was once again missing Corduroy’s natural thinking, Ticat was working hard to find an answer that met the given conditions.
Yiing-wiing-
The cutting-edge lens repeatedly grew larger and smaller like the pupil of a living eye, capturing the professor’s image within it.
[Dick_Dick_ Dick_]
『District 30』
『Variation』
『Orpheus』
『Answer』
Whenever a specific keyword was strangely repeated, the signal connected to the satellite in outer space was bent somewhere on the ground.
[Chief… Manager… ‘professor’… Area 38 incident… Mutant Six… ㅊ….]
Ticat’s artificial intelligence made its decision. At some point, something interfered with the data stored in his terminal and he was going back.
[Dick_Geek_Geek_Geek!]
“What is it? “Did it break because you searched for it?”
“hacking! It’s hacking! Fuck down! “That’s a high-firepower armed drone!”
Clap! Clap, clap, clap!
Ticat activated the emergency circuit to stop all processes.
The defense panel opens, the particle cannon heats up, and the golden bandolier roars! As it unfolds downward.
In an instant, three people who were fully prepared flipped over the bed and aimed their fists with the same intensity as the muzzle of a gun or a metal heart-shock device.
[D______]
Finally, everything previously contained in the green drone’s thought circuit was erased.
Kwachaang!
The drone, which had been pierced, crushed, and crushed, was stuck in front of the door of the hospital room, smoke rising, and the audio panel was opened with difficulty.
[A year for you___*___Answer: Prime&**&**&&* Complete___Saint Professor Park___ is a demon### encountered__. ]
Crack, tap, tap!
“It’s a gunshot! “There’s a gunshot in the VIP room!”
“The security team is armed with live ammunition! Armed with live ammunition!”
A sudden gunshot causes an untimely disturbance in Woojin’s black market. The drone in the hospital room, which had become a mess, uttered its final words.
[So—-Answer____ End-Ending Device____ Call_Rector is passed down____]
Crackle, crackle!
The drone’s screen was shattered by the professor’s attack, which was no different from a cannonball, but the drone was still struggling to draw something on the shattered screen.
[Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu her herb herb
herb!
Kwajak!
“Hospital director! professor! Mr. Ian! “Is everyone safe?”
The drone’s last words ended with the door being opened roughly and completely shattering it.
“Woah wow. “I’ve seen all those robotics horror movies that were popular around 2050…”
“A hacking attack using a drone… Who would do something like this in an underground black market where radio waves are weak…”
Security guards raiding the hospital room one by one. While Ian and Woojin expressed their feelings amidst the commotion.
The professor’s eyes were still glued to the scene that Ticat had drawn on the screen at the last moment.
Somewhere in the broken screen.
White walls and countless screens. A place where dozens of wires are connected to each screen and thick wires made by twisting dozens of wires gather together to form dozens more.
The girl with dozens of wires connected to her back was clearly the first person he had seen.
But all his senses were screaming that he knew her.
[….Please take care of my sisters outside.]
Memories and voices that seem to seep into me.
The girl’s face was clearly something I was seeing for the first time.
“World Tree…?”
She resembled a silver-haired girl who observed and looked after all the inhabitants of the now-vanished data world.
The girl’s eyes were aimed at the screen, not at him.
More precisely, the single place that all the screens in the white room are projecting.
The professor’s appearance as seen through the eyes of a broken drone, Ticat.
“Sister…is it?”
Actually, there was something about District 38 that I didn’t tell Woojin.
It was so absurd and I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just glossed over it.
A group of type 3 mutants who speak and think like humans, each with their own will, and moving in unity.
Artists’ Union. A group of beings with distorted minds that do not know where, how, or for what purpose.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The broken drone was emitting a rescue signal according to normal procedures.
Pointing not to coordinates here, but to coordinates somewhere far away from here.
It was an invitation in name and reality.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The distress signal was ringing as if urging. It was as if Gedreutz’s game, which was thought to be completely gone, had entered a new countdown.
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