Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 505

Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedroits, Field (20)

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“It’s a shame. “I wanted to use your strong personality, which is neither overly good nor overly evil, as a moral standard for future humanity.”

“Let’s not sound horrible. How can you use a former child soldier with permanent mental damage from PTSD as a moral standard? “They usually call that kind of thing a dystopia.”

“…Anyway, please take care of the Raptor Society. I would like to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and have a peaceful conversation. You may return now. “I can’t see you off because you’re in this state.”

“Okay, whatever. Let’s all go our separate ways. Then, if our paths overlap again, well… let’s try to resolve it through conversation as much as possible like this time.”

“please. Ah, there is movement from Cheonryuje near the entrance. “It looks like he’s awake, so check it out on the way back.”

“Okay, whatever. going. If possible, let’s not see each other in the near future. “W and you too, collector.”

“…I’m so sorry it ended this way. Professor Park.”

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Clap. Knock. Knock.

“Artists Union. “It’s a group of monsters with a coercive ideology of human protection…”

The Collector eventually let me go without any trouble after our conversation ended in a deal.

I will take the position they want in this war, and they will provide me with a way to suppress mutations.

If you look at the content alone, it’s pretty good, but when I think about the stories that were exchanged here, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed, even though all the original goals were achieved.

“Would it have been better to grab the collector by the collar and threaten him to tell him everything he knows? “I don’t know about the collector, but I think W, who cares so much about the collector, would have blown it.”

The most powerful bait they offered at first was by far the meaningful statement, ‘This is a war that Raptor will win anyway.’ They found out what Gedreutz, the leader of the Raptors, had prepared and promised to share everything with them if they cooperated and became one of their members.

So, what the Raptors have been preparing by disappearing and moving around after destroying the entire central generator of the Area 38 dome is for Gedreutz’s dangerous plan. Dom, which has an advantage over Mercury in all aspects of equipment and tactics, went on the offensive and said, ‘We don’t know what that crazy military group is planning, so let’s block them before they are ready!’ Since it started with the meaning of, in fact, there is nothing more important than the information they have in terms of ‘blocking unknown threats’ that Dom wants.

From our perspective, this was information that was nothing short of golden treasure, and we couldn’t help but feel regretful at the thought of having missed it right before our eyes.

“What Gedreuz wants. What does he want to achieve by wielding Raptor, the control variable, in a huge laboratory called the Wasteland – against Dom, the test subject -?

If there’s one thing I’ve saved, unlike before I came here, I literally couldn’t guess anything, now I can guess. It means that there is something to do.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The road stretching between works of art from ancient times to modern times felt like a symbol of passing through the times.

Amid the sound of claws piercing through military boots and clattering on the stone floor, I was trying to trace the life of the scientist who planned all of this.

“Gedroits. great scientist. Knowledge that surpasses the current generation by several levels. Throughout his life, he invented many inventions to use that knowledge for the benefit of mankind, but most of them were used differently than he intended. “It may be a natural progression for him to think about some kind of great control that transcends the state.”

When I think of the video left by Gedreutz that I watched during 3 World, the first thing that comes to mind is the story about the organic material modeling technology called ‘Page Meat’.

He developed a technology to turn any organic matter into meat to solve the problem of starvation in extremely poor countries, and in fact, the organic matter synthesizer in my old personal shelter in District 47 was created based on that technology, so his knowledge was clearly used to save countless people. .

However, it is also true that the ‘Phage Meat’ technology was used to kill many more people than that. Thanks to the structure of Fazymeet, which is simple enough for anyone to learn and use, it has created a ‘biochemical bomb that causes cancerous lesions to grow on the skin at the slightest touch’, which is loved by everyone from moneyless terrorists to national-level local warfare. In the end, Gedreutz had already done it with his own hands. It was a story about how he had to work hard to correct his skills that had spread throughout the world.

“Compared to the pure appearance of the early videos, it was definitely changing as it continued to fail.”

What I knew. analyzed. And, combined with the new knowledge I had just heard, I was picturing in my mind the image of a man called ‘Andrei Gedroits’ who had seemed like a ghost until now.

He was persistent.

A future already destined for destruction. To prevent it, more advanced technology was needed, but the technology was abused as soon as it was developed. With even the mutant virus for the adaptor plan showing signs of this, he had a glimmer of hope for the inner goodness of humanity, but after realizing that what was inside was a twisted and broken moment. He came to dream of a different future.

‘A world orchestrated into a controllable environment. And the leaders he selected had the most perfect character and ability.’

That’s probably how GG’s completionist plan started. Unlike the disgusting real-life leaders who have abused his technology so far, we wanted to find a few heroes who do not lose their humanity despite any adversity. The belief in the inner goodness of humanity as a whole, that there must be at least fifteen out of billions, has been reduced to the belief that there is goodness left in only a very small number of them.

And I am betrayed again. The success of GG, the data soul collected through it, tens of thousands of years of simulation and countless worlds using that data soul. The ‘perfect savior’ he had hoped for did not exist anywhere.

The imaginary Gedreutz speaks in despair.

‘Alas, no one among mankind can embrace mankind.’

Among the billions of people, even a small minority’s faith in goodness disappears, and within them, humanity is transformed into something irredeemably evil.

A scientist who chased after something that doesn’t exist, turned the world into a fire with his own hands, and threw away everything he had, is frustrated. Everything is his responsibility. Due to his misjudgment, 90% of humanity was exterminated, and the rest were slowly dying out in the radioactive earth. Even though he wanted to end his own life, the weight of responsibility was wrapping around his neck like a noose on the gallows.

That’s how Gedroitz became what it is today. As a scientist who is disappointed with humanity as a whole and has other plans, he takes over as head of the Raptor Society.

If I were in his position, what more would I do to save humanity? Or, does the past purpose of saving humanity still remain? Wouldn’t it be unreasonable to have the exact opposite thoughts?

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The endless stream of thoughts stopped here. In the end, it was only possible to guess that Gedreutz was mentally filled with great malice, but it was still unclear what specific plan he was plotting.

“…No, the Collector told you one thing.”

Now all his movements are centered around me. After the completionist plan, which had already been abandoned, disappeared after submitting only one result, Professor Park, his movement became more active. The collector said that ‘Professor Park’ was the center of the entire process. His final plan is to use me somehow.

“center. It’s the center. “I am the center and key to the destruction of this world…”

As I thought about it, I suddenly burst into laughter. Without realizing it, I was naturally thinking about specific details and solutions to the destruction of ‘this world’. As if I had crossed over to another world while still in GG.

“After work, I should go see a really good psychiatrist like Mr. Woojin, instead of just a crazy person.”

With that thought in mind, I shook my head. Anyway, in about 9 months from now, my child will be born, and at that time, I’m like, ‘Oh, I’m a newbie.’ If the same thoughts come to mind, there’s a problem, right?

“You’re late.”

It was while I was struggling with such miscellaneous thoughts that I heard Cheonryuje’s voice.

Disheveled military uniform. More disheveled hair. Bloodshot eyes. Hands shaking slightly. The figure collapsed, buried in a pile of junk at the entrance.

“…Is it the Cheonryu system? Or was it the Cheonryu system?”

“It is the Cheonryu system. for now.”

Cheonryuje raked his disheveled hair with trembling hands and struggled to get up.

“For the first time in my life, I fought with a friend. “It’s a very strange feeling.”

“Uh… okay.”

Personally, I think it would be problematic to describe something like ‘fighting with a friend’ when a live blood vessel pops out from a knife that was integrated with the thigh and takes control of the surroundings, but since his face looks very relieved, let’s just say that.

“so. “Who won?”

In response to my question, Cheonryuje turned without saying a word and pointed to a corner of the passage.

What his fingertips are pointing at is the sword that Emperor Cheonryu always carried around like his own body. It had split apart and had tentacle-like waving things, and it was writhing on one side of the miscellaneous junk.

It was a disgusting sight that made you wonder if a monster like ‘Mimic’ would have looked like that if it existed, but what was even more shocking than that was the scar left on Cheonryuje’s back when he turned around.

The skin and flesh near the thigh and pelvis where the ceremonial sheath was attached were dented, and it didn’t stop there, there were traces of the flesh splitting upwards, running up the spine like a tree root and toward the head.

And the end of the scar. Following the spine to the head, one could see a hole the size of two coins in the back of Emperor Chen Liu’s head.

If anyone saw it, they would believe it even if they were dissected alive.

“Hey, you…”

“It’s okay. “It seems to have come off cleanly without any damage to body tissue.”

Even when I turned around, the right arm that was hidden behind my back was empty from about the elbow level, and Cheonryuje was just catching his tired breath with a face that looked more peaceful than any time I had ever seen.

“I think it’s some kind of parasite.”

“You were a parasite? Type 3 variant?”

“I don’t know if it’s type 3 or a variant. “I can only assume that an experiment in my hometown created something like that.”

Clap, hit, hit!

Cheonryuje lifted it up from where it was buried in miscellaneous items.

A body processed into the shape of a sword and ugly blood vessels extending from it. Body tissue in a shape similar to the spine extending above him, pointed tentacles the same size as the hole in his head, an end resembling a brain fold, and even the part that served as Emperor Chen Liu’s right arm.

“I guess. “I think I made something absurd using Seoho that day.”

“If you made it….”

“This. “Han Seo-ho is like an illusion created by adoration, envy, stubbornness, feelings of inferiority, and the despair of losing the object before it was all resolved.”

Cheonryuje examined the sword with the movements of a craftsman, as if not even noticing all its appendages, and picked up the sheath that had fallen on the floor and placed it inside.

“Looking back, my memories after cutting off Seoho’s head with a blunt blade that day were very blurry. “If I think about it now, from that day on, I created the fantasy of ‘Han Seo-ho, whom I envy,’ and lived through it.”

A sword in a scabbard. And Cheonryuje, who moved his gaze from the parasite’s body stretched out at the end to his empty right arm, spoke with eyes filled with emptiness and relief at the same time.

“I lost my mind and had a dream. “I went back to Cracolanzia, Brazil, and Han Seo-ho was sitting on the floor of the sewer pipe where I used to live, facing me.”

“Are you glad to see a friend you haven’t seen in a while, even if it was only in a dream?”

“…It was ridiculous. He was so tall that he had to bend down to face me, and his shoulders were so broad that he had to walk with a crab gait. Considering that Han Seo-ho was a former reporter who lived his entire life as a desk-biter, always wore thick glasses, had deep dark circles, and was skinny, with cheekbones sticking out, it was inevitable that he would be someone else who imitated him. However, as soon as I saw that strange figure, I immediately recognized it as ‘my close friend Han Seo-ho.’ “I was already thinking of Han Seo-ho as his illusion that had grown inside me instead of his original self.”

It was a kind of self-deprecation. He refined himself to stand in the same line as him, but as he improved, the ‘Never-Unreachable Han Seo-ho’ was being reborn as someone far superior to the self that had grown within him.

“Are you saying that parasite kept instilling those thoughts in you?”

“maybe. I think it was created in a state where I could not accept the reality that I had lost my obsession with that moment and my only close friend, so it seemed to be an attempt to keep me in that moment. “I guess the impatience that kept squeezing me, the headaches that kept coming, and my obsession with Han Seo-ho were all things that constantly stimulated my brain and made me repeat it over and over again.”

“…Or maybe it was just a part of Han Seo-ho that stuck to my body and I repeated that moment myself. There is no way to know what is the right answer. The important thing is that Seoho and I were both entangled in that and frozen in the memories of that day, and just as stagnant water rots, our memories that had accumulated within it had long since rotted away. It was as if I felt that the image of Han Seo-ho that I had created inside me was more real than the true image of my close friend that I had so envied. I had no intention of insulting Han Seo-ho any further.

So I cut it off.

In his dream, Emperor Chen Liu said that he had cut Han Seo-ho, whom he had grown into a large body, in two, and at that moment, something fell out of his body and he lost all his strength.

“If my senses came from Gedreutz’s gift, that would mean that my motor skills were given to me by that thing that started parasitic on my body that day.”

“Increased athletic ability due to mutant parasites. “Even if I can’t advise you on everything else, it’s worth giving you some advice on that part.”

When I spoke, recalling the memory of a long time ago when only my left arm was mutated due to Hyde’s encroachment, Cheonryuje also understood what I was saying and smiled slightly.

“…Anyway, I don’t feel that bad. I don’t feel any unnecessary haste or knife-like tension. “This peaceful feeling… I could only feel it in some of my memories from my hometown.”

“Is that so? I am very disappointed that our army’s elite combat agent ‘Human Weapon Cheonryuje’ was suddenly downgraded to ‘just a one-armed swordsman with sharp senses’. “You’re not going to be able to cut exosuits or military trucks anymore.”

“I guess so. “The parasite that took root in my body was responsible for the extra strength that was necessary.”

“Tsk. The tactical weapons that were stored in the BDSM headquarters because they were so precious were ridiculously delisted. “Oh my, what a waste.”

“If necessary, I will pay for accommodation and use of supplies. “I didn’t care, but it’s not like I don’t have any assets at all.”

“It’s okay, just keep living there and banging on metal. I also repair some of the children’s blades. “Just beat up those who think that all they have to do is shoot a gun.”

“hmm.”

“Above all, as the first clinical case among those infected with the mutant virus to be cured during the body mutation process, I often stop by the dome to get tested.”

“Um…”

“That one. Still, it looks like the remains of a precious friend. Are you going to leave it behind?”

“hmm. “It would be better now.”

While I wrapped my arms around Cheonryuje’s left arm and supported him, he was looking at the sword he was holding. Han Seo-ho’s remains were quenched with fire, and in the process, he became mutated. Likewise, the mutated virus took hold in his body and has been whipping him ever since.

Wow.

Cheonryuje placed it between the old bicycle and the cathode ray tube TV and turned around without hesitation.

“This is a place where works of art that left their mark on their era gather. “Although it was an act of self-consolation, if it is something that I have beaten throughout my life… it may not be among the masters inside, but it will be worthy of a place among the old objects at the entrance.”

After looking back at the traces left behind by his close friend for the last time, Cheonryuje refused my help and headed toward the exit.

“…I unexpectedly achieved my wish. “Did that work out well?”

“Uh oh. About half and half. “I have to go up a bit, so I’ll tell you as I go.”

“Then I guess I should summarize it briefly.”

“?”

When-!

Instead of Cheonryuje, the answer was a door that opened to the left and right behind him.

“elevator. “I remember asking for a ride on the way up.”

“Oh, that. “Did you find it?”

“I don’t really have anything to do while I wait. Get on it. “The pilot will be waiting for us above.”

An elevator buried in junk. It looked as old as a nuclear bomb shelter, but the cold light of the fluorescent light revealed from the dark pile of junk felt very welcome.

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Rumble, rattle!

Woowooung-

[-B40….-B39….-B37….]

An old but sturdy elevator was heading towards the ground at high speed.

Weeeeeing-

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‘Cheonryuje. ‘I can see your brain through the back of your head.’

‘…I guess I should at least put a bandage on it.’

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There was a camera below that captured their sight as they gradually moved away.

The image of the two captured on camera was located on one of the numerous screens. The owner of the screen, the Collector, was looking at them with a sad look on his face.

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Wow! Sigh!

Clap clap clap! Pop!

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A video of blood and flesh was playing on the screen opposite the elevator.

The other person, who was engrossed in an activity that was close to labor, must have suddenly felt the camera’s movement change, stopped swinging the ax, turned to face the camera, and spoke.

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‘Oh my. Were you watching? ‘This looks messy.’

‘I was just doing some exercise when I had some free time.’

‘Personally, I prefer a neat-looking leader with a handsome mustache who looks good in military uniform rather than a bald leader with a pot belly. Soldiers also prefer that way, right? It has nothing to do with military capabilities, such as how many inches the ship is! Ha ha ha ha ha!’

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『Exercise… I don’t think it’s something a leader of a military group like Raptor would do.』

The Collector smiles broadly, wearing only a white tank top and military uniform pants like working soldiers. Although he was disgusted by the man’s appearance, he did not show it and answered in a calm voice.

『Father.』

Father. Andrei Gedreutz, who took over the personality of Gustav Al Harb Raptor, the only being vaguely worthy of the title of her father, finished his movement by swinging an ax one last time and chopping off a large part of the corpse at his feet.

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‘Oh my. ‘Your voice is cold, my daughter.’

‘You need to understand this much. Isn’t it a very convenient technique to superimpose one personality on top of another? Rather than replacing that position… it’s closer to a fusion where one side has the upper hand. You know. Raptor: This guy was a person with interesting tastes in many ways. It is an inevitable process that I too will be affected. It was actually quite interesting! It’s also convenient because you can relieve stress in a fairly intuitive way.’

‘If you don’t know, ask Mr. Turner. He could explain my current state in great detail. Isn’t that half me too? Ha ha ha ha ha!’

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Andrei Gedreutz No, now he has become a raptor, and said while wiping his bloody head and body with the towel given to him by his adjutant.

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‘Seeing as you contacted me, it seems like things didn’t go well with that friend. yes?’

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The Collector gritted his teeth at the coy tone, as if he had known it from the beginning.

『…It seemed like he felt more aversion to his own death than I thought.』

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‘That was stupid. Of course it has to be that way. He’s not Mother Teresa. This means that it is not a being that helps people based on some kind of agape love. It’s quite unpleasant to think that someone else and my only completer would be so undervalued. Ugh, I feel worse than I thought.’

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Bang! bang! bang!

As soon as he said something unpleasant, the adjutant handed him a pistol, and the three prisoners who were kneeling in the opposite corner with hoods covered were dead without even screaming.

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‘Don’t misunderstand. This is just something I did because stress is not good for maintaining a clear mind. It’s easiest for Gustave’s body this way.’

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『I never misunderstood. I knew that you were that kind of person through the process of my original brain and spinal cord being removed alive.』 ——–

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Really? If so, you’re lucky. If you know me so well, there’s no need to talk nonsense anymore.’

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He took off his blood-soaked running shirt and spoke while thoroughly wiping his body, which was made up of more than half of the metal shell.

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‘I gave you the opportunity you wanted, and I also heard a negative response from a friend who completed it. Now it’s your turn to answer my question.’

‘Are you willing to cooperate with my coercive, violent and immoral plan that will achieve not only my goals but also the minor life goals of you group of unpleasant monsters?’

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The raptor’s gentle question seemed to give off an even more bloody smell even though he had wiped away the blood.

『…If you don’t keep your promise, I will ruin your crazy plan at any time.』

The Collector reluctantly agreed.

Professor Park rejected her offer.

Now for the Artists’ Union… there was no other way.

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‘okay. After all, she is my daughter. ‘I’m glad I’m not that stupid.’

‘Okay. Aren’t your plans also based on My goals? Even though the world is full of unpredictable events, you guys are amazing. When you gave up on GG, which was full of errors, and returned to your old research, you were planning another plan for humanity’s survival.’

‘There is no need to worry. When my goal is achieved, your wishes will naturally come true as well.’

‘I would like to tell you more, but from now on, it is a phase where even the commander-in-chief has to run around with his eyebrows fluttering.’

‘I hope you stay healthy and stay in that dark shelter. ‘My daughter.’

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Taang!

The Raptor’s screen went blank with the gun pointed at the lens for the last time.

The Collector, who was looking at the black screen, caught sight of Cheon Ryu-je and Professor Park’s elevator slowly approaching the ground.

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‘It’s a cure.’

‘okay! Honestly, I feel like I was scammed. In the first place, it was a situation that Gedreuts had created, and it was a situation that Gedreuts had to resolve. In a huge social experiment called the world, a mutant virus was selected as a control variable to pressure humanity and unite survivors into one central point, so since its goal is the survival of humanity, it also created a cure to treat the virus.’

‘I heard that there is a treatment ampoule prepared in the server room where all the answers are. Not only that, but everything the world needs is there, including terraforming technology to recover from all kinds of environmental pollution, including radioactivity, and a gene bank to restore the already extinct plant and animal world. A treatment for mutant viruses. It’s a place prepared for completers, so it’s only natural. ‘I have the coordinates and the authority, so just go find the ampoule and insert it into my forearm and that’s it.’

‘It’s meaningless.’

‘I know yeah. ‘I was going somewhere anyway, so I’ll be satisfied with not having to do it twice.’

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The two people looked quite relaxed and talked about the whole world of the treatment server room.

It’s sad, but the future they envision will not come.

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[-B10….-B7….-B4….]

‘What? Wait a minute, I’ve been receiving so many messages… Why am I not receiving any messages? It’s an underground facility measuring kilometers, so how can radio waves reach it?’

‘….what? wait for a sec. no way…?!’

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As he got closer to the ground, Professor Park’s voice became more urgent as he contacted the outside world, and the camera captured his face distorting in real time.

『….I’m really, really sorry that things ended this way.Complete.』

Another camera captured images of the sky outside the shelter.

The appearance of the high sky beyond the dark dust clouds.

The vast night sky beyond the dust clouds is not filled with the light of real celestial bodies that fly in from hundreds of millions of light years away and illuminate the night sky, but with the light of artificial celestial bodies that humanity has greedily floated for decades.

The collector’s screen showed the beautiful artificial star cluster.

The movement of celestial bodies that gradually move out of place and begin to align anew.

The people on the elevator screen were astonished as they looked at the same sky as her.

I can’t help but be shocked.

Because it is like an act of God that cannot be prevented by small movements such as war.

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