Chapter. 23. Gedreutz’s heir, Field (16)
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When faced with an unexpected situation and the situation is so urgent that an immediate judgment must be made without sufficient time to think, the minimum mindset to go through is as follows.
『Can I bring about a change in the current situation by taking that action now?』 Is
the action that follows this thought immediate enough to lead to immediate results and can it downgrade an unexpected and unexpected situation to a general situation in which one can prepare for and respond to it? That’s it.
‘trap. Or a show of force to maintain a leading position.’
‘I think Cheonryuje is in a [subdued] state.’
‘A situation in which a neutral force is encountered in a sealed enemy hideout and the opponent releases psychotropic drugs, leaving allies defenseless.’
Objects that cannot be understood are cold-heartedly excluded, and some things that can be understood are replaced with more familiar objects. In this way, you face an unfamiliar situation as a familiar situation that you have already experienced dozens of times.
“W.”
“You seem surprisingly calm. “Yes, I am listening.”
“…First of all, I apologize in advance if I didn’t mean anything.”
“If it’s an apple – oh no.”
After going through this train of thought, there was only one action I needed to take right now.
Quang!
The reason I grabbed the shotgun I carried as a talisman instead of all the modern firearms strapped to my bag was probably because my body turned to something familiar in an urgent situation.
“It’s a double barrel. “You have just as old-fashioned tastes as we do.”
The guy didn’t move at all. The rain of iron balls turned the white suit into blood clots, and the man leisurely pulled out a curved dagger from inside the blood-covered suit.
Wow –
it looks like something a medieval cultist would use, but judging by the slight vibration and unique reflected light, it is the same type as the single molecule cutter used by the Vex. Given enough power and time, it can even tear off a tank hatch. Of course, my body will be cut as soon as it touches it.
Kaang!
As if to prove that idea, the shotgun that was thrown like a cannonball was broken in two by the guy’s slash, and I, who followed closely behind the thrown barrel, rushed towards the guy.
Code of conduct in case of emergency. Make decisions quickly, excluding complex judgments and considering only the number of cases in which you can act immediately. In the current case, it is to subdue a suspect at close range who has taken a hostile position.
but. What is the difference between me and an ordinary, or even extraordinary, soldier?
‘…Just stay still.’
This guy named Professor Park’s entire life after the war was a series of unexpected situations, so the flesh inside his head was very accustomed to such harsh situations.
‘Blood splattered. When Vex held a knife to the guy’s neck in Area 38, and now when he was hit by a 12-gauge gun, blood splattered out.’
Looking at the situation in front of you right now is acknowledged by everyone as the best way to overcome all kinds of worst situations with improvisation.
My brain, which was sensitive to information around me beyond habit and to the point of paranoia, was steadily stuffing information from my peripheral vision into my head even at the moment I was rushing towards him.
The shotgun, which split W’s single molecule Kris in two, flew left and right, sparks flying.
The blown gun barrel fell on the old-fashioned junk that filled the passage.
The miscellaneous items that held the gun barrel were stained with blood splattered from the body of W, who had just taken my shotgun.
shot. The guy didn’t even avoid it.
So blood splattered everywhere.
Now, in a place full of the legacies of the past that they worked so hard to collect.
“It was so strange. that is.”
“this…!”
Sigh!
As the dagger, which was like the pinnacle of modern metalworking, split my shoulder, I was throwing myself past W and beyond.
In the first place, what my eyes were chasing was not the incomprehensible phantom W.
The old double barrel that I fired for the first time was pouring out a 12-gauge shotgun shell that was almost like a relic of the old days, and a lot of ‘gunpowder smoke’ was billowing out!
The gunpowder smoke that exploded from the muzzle was almost dissipated due to the rough movement, but the small amount that remained was enough to read the direction with my eyes.
At first glance, it looks like a straight passageway filled with miscellaneous items. However, if you follow the subtle air flow flowing from the inside –
Kwaaaang!
“There must be that guy who fills this passage with ‘colorless, odorless smoke that takes people out of their minds!’”
A small space was revealed when the thick pile of clutter was removed. There, a strange type 3 mutant that I had seen a long time ago was burning its body.
A body that appears to have been turned into charcoal from a medieval stake. A charred human figure hanging from a cross-like top, and about twenty human legs supporting it all.
“How can I forget a guy who looks like this?”
“Iaaah. Gaaa…!”
Puhwaak!
At that moment, hot air mixed with ash poured out from the guy’s body, but the heat was enough to burn even an ordinary person, so he couldn’t stop me from rushing towards him.
Sigh!
“Gaggeuggeuk-! “He…!”
“Still. If you move, I’ll rip your head off. Even if you are a mutant, you can understand people, right? “If you are the type of ‘adaptor’ that guy W is talking about.”
“….”
“good. “Even if I try to suppress the circle, I don’t know where or how to break it.”
He quickly strangled the neck of the carbonized human part at the top with his thick arms and shouted outward.
“There’s a ghost! I was taken hostage too! “If you don’t want to meet ‘Miss Burned at the stake’ disassembled into parts, pay more attention to how you treat your guests!”
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silence. Or no response.
I don’t know what will happen to Cheonryuje’s condition if time passes like this, so I don’t feel like it, but I was contemplating whether I should tear off one or two of the extra legs and ask again.
“I know she is seriously afraid of being restrained in a state where she can’t move. I would like you to give it to me. “As you know, there is trauma.”
“Is that so? I am currently experiencing special trauma from unidentified talking mutants drugging and modifying my acquaintances. “I guess I went a little too extreme, didn’t I?”
“…It’s ridiculous.”
Step by step. Step by step. Step by step.
W, whose upper body was almost in tatters, let out a deep sigh as he saw in his eyes the ‘creature on the stake’ that looked as if it would break at any moment under my forearm.
“Two seconds until you regain consciousness and look at me. 3.5 seconds between my speech and action. I never would have thought that in the meantime, he would be convinced of Glinda’s existence, pinpoint her location, and take her hostage. Moreover, in a situation where they are facing a direct threat like me.”
“Hehehe. “It wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t so outrageous.”
“hmm. “How much more do you plan on surprising me-”
“Footsteps there.”
Step by step. Step by step. Step by step.
As I heard the sound of his shoe heels approaching, I pointed to his toes and said.
“Should I care? “The bag of snacks that was outside ended up in a mess.”
“…!”
The bags of snacks from the outside passage that came in with me as I roughly broke them.
Even though W’s footsteps were walking on a thick layer of plastic waste, they made a clear sound of shoe heels as if he was walking on a clean hallway.
As if pretending to exist when it doesn’t exist.
“I gave it some thought. No matter where you ask for a deal, you will be there in about an hour. A being that appears and disappears like a phantom, but when I hold a knife to my neck, blood flows, or it shows a tangible appearance, such as buying a painting from me or giving me money. “I’ve been thinking about how on earth such a creature could exist in reality.”
Some say that highly advanced science is indistinguishable from magic.
Isn’t it strange that all of Gedreutz’s other technologies are perceived as ‘techniques of a damn genius’, but this is the only one that is a magical piece of science dozens of generations ago?
“Fortunately, you guys provided the hint first.”
“What…”
“Collector. Cheon Liu-je’s ‘Han Seo-ho Sword’. And your complacency in not even dodging my fire just now.”
It was the information revealed from there that condensed the thousands of vague assumptions in my head into a sound conclusion.
“Collector. She, who seemed to be your leader, was a female figure connected to all kinds of wires and surrounded by a screen. “It has even demonstrated the ability to hack a specially designed and secure T-Cat from extremely long distances.”
“Over there, Cheon Ryu-je’s friend, Han Seo-ho, told me that type 3 mutants can really be born in any form – and that’s when I got the idea.”
“ah! There could also be a type 3 bio-mechanical variant like the Collector! If you look at old man Woojin’s ‘mute tech’, it links mutant body tissue with a machine!”
Once I thought about it up to this point, the rest of the thoughts that existed only as dropped information were automatically connected.
“I heard a rumor about something like that during the war. They say there is a type of dummy army that creates fake positions by making printed vinyl models of tanks or barracks. “I heard it looks real from a distance, so it’s used to induce bombing by the enemy air force or to stop the enemy’s offensive.”
“…It’s just an assumption.”
“then! “It’s not just an assumption!”
“That plastic balloon army is a technology from the early 21st century, so it is a completely reasonable assumption that there could be advanced technology a few generations later-” “When I
think about it, I see the W holding up in front of my eyes. It has a mass like a small dagger of drawing paper. “The only items weighing less than 1kg are-”
“In this old-time warehouse, if blood splatters, all the precious items will be damaged, but it didn’t seem like he had any intention of dodging the bullet from the beginning. Even if he did not dodge, he didn’t even glance at the blood that was splattered all over the place. Give it to me! Obviously, the fact that you’re walking on crumbly vinyl and your footsteps sound like you’re walking on a bare floor is just an assumption that Professor Park, a paranoid paranoid, has forced into place! cancer! Anyone can see that!”
“….”
“….”
“Iaaaa…. ugh….”
There was nothing said, but just because W, who had been relaxed the whole time, became silent, I could sense that he was being pushed quite hard. .
“One piece of advice: the smell of fresh blood is very different from the smell of older blood. The smell of fresh blood near the carotid artery in the neck and the blood flowing out after being hit by something like a bullet smells very different. The blood that comes out through the intestines has an extremely foul smell. It would be better to use different ‘blood smell’ depending on the situation. Ordinary humans may not know this, but anyone who has smelled the smell of different types of blood so much that they want to rip their noses out can distinguish it, even if only faintly. Just now, the stomach lining had become rags, but the smell of blood was pure, like that of a decapitated corpse. ”
to sum up.
It made up the sound of its own footsteps, which did not actually exist, and
pretended that blood that was not actually flowing was sprayed with ‘blood scent’ as if it were real.
It does exist, but from what has been confirmed so far, it seems that it can only lift very light objects.
In addition, the miraculous means of transportation that ‘arrives anywhere within an hour’ are thought of as just ‘the population is so large that it exists anywhere’, and as shown by the Collector and ‘Han Seo-ho Sword’, it is unlikely that the Type 3 variant will have any form of mechanical aspect. Considering that it can be seen, its identity is revealed quite convincingly.
“Augmented reality. A technology that combines virtual objects or information with a real environment and projects an indistinguishable, realistic image. “It would make sense if a miniaturized drone existed that could be used for something like that.”
“It’s speculation.”
“Probably 5 to 7 drones would need to move together to create spatial sound effects. Even heavily armed drones like Ticat were so quiet that they were almost inaudible thanks to the anti-gravity panel – a small drone would be able to operate completely silently. “Even a drone’s robotic arm can handle a light dagger weighing about 500g.”
“W You are a drone. “It was something that could handle such things as a miniaturized drone that could provide audio, visual and olfactory information as close to reality as possible.”
As my long ‘what if’ ended, there was a heavy silence in the enclosed space where Glinda was.
That was the end of my prepared thoughts. The reason I added such a long explanation was to be on equal footing with them.
From an unidentified enemy holding a hostage to an ally whose true identities are revealed,
each holding a hostage as an equal who knows each other’s secret identities. It was a kind of prelude to defeating the other person’s intention of putting him on a leash and dragging him away from the beginning and confronting him on an equal level.
Now that we’ve shocked the ‘unidentified monster that handles the augmented reality drone’, we just need to keep the momentum going and slowly ease the conversation…
‘…huh?’
‘uh? Uh huh? Uhhhh????’
Swish-whisk! Swish!
I couldn’t stop thinking.
Thinking never stops leaping from thought to thought, and continues continuously. Small pieces of information that had been buried in the corners of my memory rose to the surface and exploded like firecrackers.
“….drone. Housing drone care drone. “If you think about it, the Gedreuts Company has made tremendous progress in drone engineering, but there are very few types of drones.”
“The authority I received is the authority to operate GG drones. “It was the right to operate all transport drones except for the one ‘right to the drone creation process.’”
The cutting edge of my thoughts was spreading mercilessly from the narrow passage to the facility to the area, to the situation given to me and the incident that occurred.
“this place. It’s a military nuclear bomb shelter larger than the underground facility in Area 45, and it’s being used by the Artists’ Union. “It’s not easy to get it, get it in, or operate it.”
“If W is such an imaginary being in the first place, there is no need for it to be a Type 3 variant such as ‘Adapter’. “The heartbreaking story of that guy… I just said it with my own mouth in the first place.”
“A spacecraft launch pad built right next door. A ‘Collector’ who looks exactly like the World Tree, the manager in the game GG. ‘Augmented reality without discomfort’ technology that has never appeared before. A ‘drone using augmented reality’ that has never been produced.”
And the thoughts that stretched out their countless tentacles were connected to one common object.
“Artists Union. Was this the ‘outside’ plan of Androi Gedreutz, who despaired of the collapsing Completer plan?”
It’s a very old memory from a long time ago.
When entering Atlaheba’s realm in World 3. I had seen a video left by Andrei Gedroits on an old TV screen in a place that was too clean for a dragon lair. There he spoke clearly. [If things continue like this, even outside…]
‘Atlaheba said that Gedroitz, who was unable to resolve the error in the end, left GG looking quite anxious.’
Administrator within GG, World Tree, and her sister, Administrator Collector outside of GG.
If there is a completer plan, which is the plan inside. Wouldn’t there also be an external plan, the adaptor plan? Wouldn’t the Artists’ Union’s search for new ‘adaptors’ be in line with GG’s completer plan in that it searches for personalities that have hardened into a certain form? Aren’t the two objects too similar to be a coincidence?
then. If you are one of the main players in the ‘Orpheus Incident’ in Area 38, dealing with a technology that has never been revealed and a drone that has never been produced, and are in charge of the ‘outside activities of the Artists’ Union’ that made the wasteland what it is today. .
[He liked old things. Old TV Old Furniture. Things like old games.]
[The reason we collect old items is because they remind those who encounter them of old memories.]
He left his records in things like old TVs and videos.
“….W. No, you behind it.”
“No way… is that you, Andrey Gedroits?”
Is there anyone else other than Andrey Gedreuts, an unselected failure, who is the planner of all the events that are intertwined like a spider’s web?
….Tsutsutsu side!
“Really. “Professor Park, it was completed with great specifications.”
And the figure of a man in a white suit disappeared as if melting into thin air. One was where W was standing, and nine appeared in places I hadn’t noticed before.
Small drones the size of two adult fists were gathering together silently, rumbling like curves in the air.
“Optical camouflage… Is it possible for a cloaking field of that size?”
“It is a technology with clear limitations, but we have brought it to a certain level where it is possible. “It’s not that great of a skill.”
The voice coming from the drone’s speaker proved my guess to be true.
And even I, who came up with it, couldn’t believe it.
“Really… is that you?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Are you that Andrey Gedroits? Create a future computing module, start World War 3, create a wasteland, and create GG! Variant! Dome! Raptor! “You made all of this!”
“…Are you the one I’m talking about?”
Is it really the arrogant genius that I am facing that has decided virtually everything for my generation?
“…As expected, the Collector was right.”
What came out of Andrey Gedreutz’s mouth was not an answer to the question, but only a weary sigh.
“Let’s talk. “You can stop thinking about it after everything is said first.”
“…What if I don’t want to talk about it?”
It was half sincere. I knew the truth about the wasteland from overhearing it in GG. That the mysterious old man beyond the drone is the one responsible for all the sacrifices of our generation.
Even if I find the author and collect his blood money, wouldn’t that be particularly wrong?
“Ah, I’ll give you enough courage to talk about it. I know a lot of interesting stories. “Something like the ‘outside plan’ called the Artists’ Union and what’s in store where that spaceship is headed.”
“or. “Stories like Raptor is destined to win in the ‘war between Raptor and Dom’ that will take place soon.”
“….what?”
Cough, cough, cough –
While I was struggling to understand the last words, a heavy coughing sound came from the other side of the speaker.
“So Glinda, let go of that poor child and come inside. You don’t have to worry about the Tenryu system. It’s like a rite of passage, so I’m sure he’ll get over it on his own. The reason I called you was simply because I needed to have a proper conversation at this point. “Don’t you and I not have much time left?”
….hour. It’s time.
“Ego completer. We have to save people before it’s too late, right? You were made that way-”
Kwajak!
The drone’s crushed speaker could not contain the last words, but the meaning was conveyed in abundance.
“…Guide me.”
Nothing has changed. Enter the Artists’ Union’s lair and find out what they can find out.
If only the questions before coming in were things like my status and the identity of the Artists’ Union.
Right now, my mind was filled with so many questions that I didn’t know what the heck was.
Perhaps those questions can be grouped into one name, ‘Andrey Gedroits’, and it will ultimately result in one question.
‘Andrei Gedroits.’
‘What are you planning to do to our world?’
I followed the drone gliding through the air.
I needed to know. What the man who destroyed the world to save it prepares this time.
We didn’t have much left to lose any more here.
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