Chapter. 24. The Greatest Creditor (4)
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“Raptor tanker? Well, since Raptors are a group of people, each person has their own differences in capabilities.”
“If it is a small unit support vehicle that moves in packs, it is at the level of an ace in the old army, where there may be one person in the battalion, and if it is at the level of a Swarm Alpha-level high-ranking SS guard, it is at the level of a legendary tank soldier who can win something like a 1:10 tank battle. If you are a tank crew member who is the main base that makes up the ‘Nest’….”
“What if you are a Nest tank crew member? Is there anywhere else to go from there? “Are you going to play a fencing match with the tank’s main gun?”
“The kids below are also good at that. Just think of them as guys who do everything a tank can do. These are the guys who fire tank guns like rifles. The accuracy is too good for a mother-in-law. I did jump shots with the tank, I did sit-down shots, I did trick shots, I did three-point shots, I did panning shots…”
“Metal Joe… I’m sorry for asking about things I don’t want to remember, it’s so boring. “Just cut the bullshit and come over and turn over the meat.”
“Are you saying that this bastard does the best he can with his short tongue? No, it’s real? “They really do that!”
“iced coffee. I saw a tank like that on TV when I was young. What was it? What was the green tank? “I just shoot the beam.”
“Is the tank green? “Is it American?”
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When you are conflicted about attacking the raptor before leaving Area 47.
This is the answer I got when I asked Ian about Raptor’s power while eating together.
At the time, I thought it was just a memory from the past that I didn’t want to remember, so I just glossed it over as a joke. A tank is, after all, a slow weapon with a lot of investment in defense, and even if the skills of the crew were important, it was thought impossible to show capabilities beyond the aircraft’s performance.
Thump-thump-thump-
But the ceaseless barrage of gunfire became a single, regular shot. The moment the artillery fire, which had been devastating the area at random, began to hit my feet at eerily accurate intervals, his words came to mind once again.
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“They think they will die if they get out of the tank. “You can think of them as those who live with war forever inside that lump of iron.”
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Wow!
Immediately the ground beneath my feet exploded.
‘Balance…!’
I quickly put my feet forward before I fell and lost my balance, but the entire radius that my arms and legs could reach had already been blasted away at the same time.
Kaang! Wow! Crack, crack, crack!
Dozens of armor-piercing bullets flew in just as I lost my balance, and began pounding my entire body’s upper body from the outside to the inside, as if using my fingers to stimulate the warhead.
– Creepy!
‘different. The quality of the attack is different from before! If you don’t stick now, the second tightening will be even more precise!’
In that instinctive sense of crisis, the moment when my feet finally touched the deeply caved ground and I tried to approach forward even if it was a little too much force.
Kkwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!!!
All the other tanks, which had been silent so far, fired high explosives at the same time into the round crater, as if this was their target.
When I lost consciousness for a moment due to the terrible shock and oppression, and immediately regained my vision, what caught my eye was the remains of the Triceratops tank that had been the start of the first battle.
All of these processes occurred simultaneously. With a measured attack as if they were one body, they inflicted significant damage and regained the distance they had barely gained.
My prediction that the Raptor tank had me as its primary target was correct. However, they made a huge misjudgment about their capabilities.
I rushed in and was stopped in the same way, and the other tank that had some spare time between blocking shots turned its gun on the friendly forces, and the friendly troops, who were already struggling with the cyborg forces that far exceeded their expectations, were put on the defensive by being bombarded by tank fire.
Chi-ik-
[AT-06 seems to be difficult to return… Unused batteries are being ejected…]
Paji-ik!
One of the exosuits in the main unit discharged black and oxidized along with the cyborgs that clung to it like a swarm of ants. The remaining batteries were injected so that other exosuit soldiers could reuse them, and the remaining batteries that were being used were overloaded and self-destructed.
[What a bitch! The guy who just exploded has a bunch of strange syringes in his stomach!]
[Medic! Obligatory! I’m addicted! They are using injectable chemical weapons!]
[Beware of pellets! It’s a Phage Bullet! It is a biochemical bullet that turns you into a swollen piece of meat on the spot just by brushing against it!! Damn, why are the cursed items that died out naturally decades ago to the Raptors?]
In the video, Gedroitz’s failed works, which he personally discarded with such resentment, were revived in his hands in the wasteland and were massacring the Dome’s soldiers.
“Whoa whoa.”
To avoid being pushed further, I crouched down under a pile of scrap metal heavy tanks.
‘You must remain calm.’
[Kaaaaak!]
[I don’t want to die like this, I don’t want to die like this – GWWW!! Uh oh….]
‘Let’s calm down.’
I prevented President Young from attacking the facility. I requested a close-range engagement, and that judgment increased the damage. Variables always arise during battle. If we don’t want their deaths to be dog deaths, we have to come up with a way to reverse the unfavorable situation. Of all the people here, this is what I do best.
[First goal: Disconnect the last auxiliary connector of Next Space. We’re ready to launch!]
[Damn, there’s only 5 minutes left until launch… No, less than 3 minutes!]
‘…Calm down.’
A cyborg that far exceeds the Raptor’s total combat strength. This means that all members of the Raptors, including the slaves and the production population of the Raptors, were pushed into this battle. Even if the Raptors win this battle, the Raptor Society will disappear.
This battle is not about winning. Everything about the Raptor was changed to ensure an overwhelming delay.
The only goal is, of course, beyond that spaceship –
Cheeeeeeeek!
[Joe! Hey Ian! These rotten maggot-like bastards, oh no!]
[The captain has been defeated! Take cover! Spray foam blocks to block your view! Captain Ian was hit!!]
‘….’
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
What do we do. Gedreutz saw everything. Everything was prepared. A perfect analysis strategy for me. I read all of my allies’ actions and responded to them a long time ago.
What do we do. Die. Not only me, Ian, Bex, everyone here, Area 47, and the entire remaining survival vehicle are killed by something in the sky. People who know me, people who don’t know me, people I know, people I don’t know, all disappear. My world is falling apart and there is nothing left.
What do we do. What should I do?
how. how. how.
how. how.
how.
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….pop!
‘how.’
….pop. Pop.
‘How can I hear the signals of all our troops on my communications?’
That was the moment I realized it, when I bit my lip to the point where blood appeared in my mouth.
‘Ian from the separate unit. Young Chancellor of this University – Signal Corps. and me. ‘Since when did so many troops connect to a radio channel that only has three people?’
The most detailed battlefield prepared by the scientist who designed the world. He said that from now on, all actions will revolve around ‘me’.
Even if there are numerous coincidences on the battlefield, it must be assumed that the changes to ‘me’ that form the basis of the game would have been created without a single variable.
‘In the first place, Raptor operates a powerful electronic warfare unit called Noisy Pack. There were electromagnetic jamming methods, and in the past, there were plenty of ways to disrupt friendly forces’ communication, even by sprinkling a lot of lead dust. There is nothing that isolates an army as an individual like a loss of communication, and Raptor has never attempted such a thing.’
‘….It’s for me. He told me this as if he wanted to show off. The sight of me cowering behind cover, unable to get anywhere, and the dying friends and acquaintances of my dying comrades… Trauma! ‘Did you plan to mold in advance what kind of monster I would become in the future?’
‘In Gedroitz’s eyes, both Raptor and Dom were nothing more than tools.’
‘It means that they really predicted and planned everything from the beginning.’
My heart felt like it was going to explode. The doubts that broke through the pressure reached the truth, but were still stuck in place, unable to reach an answer to the question ‘How?’
how.
How does one get results he did not want from someone who has already foreseen all the possibilities in this world? If you have already chosen all the answers, where should you find the correct answer?
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“….What Gedroitz knows but doesn’t know.”
“I know it, he knows it, but he didn’t even know that it was possible to upload it because it wasn’t included in the calculations for this stage.”
-Squirt!
Kwajaak!
“ah.”
It’s because I was thinking about something else. What I didn’t notice was that the Raptors, who were firing their tank guns with ridiculous precision, had crawled over and pounded the piece of metal I was hiding under, creating a hole big enough to blow off my arm.
In the game, the severed left arm grew back quickly, but in reality, although the body is strong, it does not have such regenerative power. I will have to carry this scar forever.
‘In the game…?’
Can you really call GG a game?
No it’s a simulation. I was clearly told that it was a world of possibilities that could have gone through differentiated possibilities at some point, split into dozens of branches, and become a completed reality, ‘like a virtual world completely divorced from reality.’
Possibility. If I had the power to turn something that was far from reality into something real, I now had it. No, it was unintentionally provided to all living survivors.
‘Mutant virus.’
The product of Andrei Gedreutz, who created something far removed from modern biological and chemical knowledge. Even though there has never been an evolutionary lineage such as a ‘fire-breathing creature’ in the history of the Earth, it created a bipedal reptile variant that breathes fire from its mouth, and absorbs the surrounding corpses at random to form an Abomination-like creature with a complex command system. It is a source of change derived from the infinite possibilities called [Memory], which has also created mutations and creatures the same size as Walking Cane, which are close to the size of a skyscraper.
Fufuuuk-!
Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (
anxious sound coming from far away) is the unique sound of the mute tech weapon of expert BDSM hunters. Isn’t the sight of instantly creating a solid wall of flesh with a specific mixture or using a strong acid grenade launcher a series of shots also a far cry from our ‘reality’?
It could be a miracle, or it could be the butterfly effect created by another Gedreutz mistake. Perhaps Gedreutz, who explored the derived world of numerous possibilities with a future prediction program, may have been influenced by it without realizing it.
Rustle.
I lifted my left arm, which had been torn off from the shoulder, and placed it on the cut area. There was no magical, miraculous recovery.
‘But I touched the cut that was still bleeding.’
The left arm is clearly a dead part of my body that has fallen away from me. Although there are mutated parts, the core still clearly takes on the form of a human being.
The mutant virus, which was supposed to reconstruct the body based on the dead person’s memories, became activated in a living body and mutated the ‘dead part’. This is the principle by which my transformation progresses.
then. How will this ‘variant virus’ flowing through my blood handle the pieces of my dead body that have been cut off?
-Puhuaaaaaaaaa!
Blood poured out from the cut surface like a fountain and instantly engulfed the left arm. In an instant, it became something like red fleshy paste and began to pulsate on its own, accompanied by the sound of slicing bones and flesh.
I grabbed the boiling pile of flesh with my right hand.
‘In the end, it changed based on my memories.’
The mutated body looked somewhat familiar in its appearance and movements.
“A strong memory! The strongest memory! “Recalling the memories that will grow into a form that will help me overcome this moment of being cornered to the point where I can’t do anything-”
– This is the last one.
-Trick and get drunk. That’s our way, right?
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this.
“…It’s the thing I hate the most.”
The most desperate situation. A situation where I have nothing left. Something to overcome it.
In a way, it was natural that this image was stuck in my memory.
The pile of flesh on my left arm, which I had stopped shaking alone, was sinking into a thin film.
What was inside the film that was roughly torn off with the claws
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Crackle-
clap!
It was an impressive gun, closer to a cannon, with crystal-like crystals embedded here and there and a large burning orange crystal on the shoulder.
“I really never wanted to see you again in my life.”
If someone in the know had seen it, it would have been called an arcane shooter.
“It seems like the feeling of shooting while holding it in your hand and shooting with it on your shoulder is very different, but…”
Anyone who knows more If you are a die-hard fan who has already covered all of Professor Park’s parts in ‘220 Years of Recorded Broadcast’, you may be wondering, ‘That Shad Knight used. An item that might have made people shout, ‘That’s what the Warlord used!’
I’ve been carrying it around for nearly 30 years in 4World, but it’s almost like a materialized trauma that only leaves me with nightmarish memories of murder, and I also really don’t like the strange feeling that my shoulder blades are extending forward because a dead body is stuck to my shoulder. Although I heard it.
“….It’s not a situation where you can tell between hot and cold water. “In the first place, it’s not something that doesn’t hit just because the aim is a little off.”
There are so many people dying, including my children, and there is no time to relax.
At least it was clear that it was the perfect weapon to end this unfavorable situation.
Crash.
From the beginning, it was a weapon with a simple structure that concentrated and released mana, so even during the Warlord era, it was a weapon that I loved until the end because it was simple enough to handle an overwhelming amount of power, but the weapon I forcibly created from my memory did not have that function. Even if we made the same weapon, this is a world without mana.
“Instead, it is blood containing a lot of ‘mutant virus’, an all-purpose substance from Gedroits.”
Gulp Gulp Gulp –
The large fragment that should have been colored orange contained the color of the blood welling up from within.
The fully loaded muzzle faced hundreds of black pupils.
I wanted to say something in this surreal moment right before I pulled the trigger.
click.
The last sound of the radio rang in my ears, so I pulled it out without delay.
Slurp –
I wait for a moment to wait for the blood filled with crystals embedded here and there on the gun barrel to seep in as if melting and become silent again.
-Quaaaaa!!
The bloodshot gun, which was like a huge red pillar, penetrated the battlefield, drawing a clear trajectory as if it had no regard for small pieces of metal that went against its flow.
The boundary between reality and virtuality. More precisely, the boundary between reality and the possibility that could have been reality. The thick wall that even Gedroitz, who discovered it, was satisfied with peeking into and devouring knowledge collapsed starting from this moment.
The worlds I have seen and experienced are not virtual, but simulations of different realities differentiated from certain possibilities.
If the law that says things will happen one way or another is accurate, then
isn’t there a law that says things that happened there shouldn’t happen here?
Professor Park was the one who most sincerely treated the ‘worlds of possibility’ that even their creators had abandoned, and he accepted them with all his heart.
This was proven by a 10-meter-diameter blood-red projectile that penetrated the center and rear supply lines of the Raptor tank corps and narrowly missed the spaceship launch pad.
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