Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 139
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Episode 139
71. Will
Leaving a will has become a recent trend in our internet world.
The reason can be found out just by going outside for a moment.
Current temperature is -22 degrees Celsius
The Three Hans and Four Heavenly Kings have disappeared, and the world has been frozen solid for a month with temperatures below -15 degrees Celsius.
The starting point was Monster Park, an online game created by Fox Games.
It wasn’t my taste, so I quit the game right away, but many users still played the game to forget about reality, and it enjoyed high popularity even in cold weather. This Monster Park has a hidden gimmick called a graveyard.
This is a feature that turns the character of a user who has not taken any action for a week while connected into an object called a graveyard.
At first, graveyards were found here and there, but as the cold weather began, they increased rapidly, and now graves can be found almost everywhere. Just by entering the lobby, which is the entrance to Monster Park, you can see how serious the situation is.
This is the lobby of Monster Park.
It is a very spacious space, and in the center there is a chandelier that looks like it is set with thousands of jewels.
352 graveyards, including the 15th class of the Department of Architectural Engineering, stand alone
you are…
You can go to (East) (West) (South) (North) (Breakroom).
The lobby itself became a giant graveyard.
At each grave, you can see a self-introduction written by the deceased while they were alive.
-Hello? I’m a 15th grader in the Department of Construction Engineering. Looking for friends to have fun playing games without getting stressed out~
The connection time is all day, but it is mainly in the early morning.
Pretty and sexy women are more welcomed ᄒᒒ
Netkama kills?
It’s a common self-introduction that can be seen anywhere, but after this graveyard function became widely known, Monster Park users, especially those from Palenet, rushed to transform this self-introduction into a kind of will.
I’ve seen a few of those “wills”.
-Real name is Sim Ju-yeop, 23 years old, male~
The whole family is behind.
All I have is a cell phone and two pairs of panties.
Living like shit, going like shit – Good job –
-Kim Hak-chul, 43 years old
Graduated from the Department of Law at the Reconnaissance University
Working at the legal team of Cheolju Group
I’m thinking about getting married after I get through this winter.
Winter, let’s overcome it!
-Dongcheol~ Where are you~?
I felt sorry for Mom back then.
I miss you
Each person has their own story, their own circumstances.
Of all the stories, none are unimportant, but among them, there is one graveyard that has become a hot topic.
The most famous one is the graveyard of famous entertainers before the war.
It is said that after the war, he lived in hiding without making a sound and eventually died, leaving behind only a shabby graveyard.
He was such a famous actor that I had heard his name and seen the movies he appeared in.
There were a number of other famous cemeteries that were on people’s lips, but one caught my eye.
Unlike the ordinary users who froze to death in the lobby, the Bandit King’s Graveyard was located proudly in the middle of the intermediate hunting grounds.
It is a dangerous area that beginners cannot reach because they cannot withstand the attacks of preemptive attack monsters.
In that dangerous place, the Bandit King left behind a will that was quite different from that of other users, and in a way, lived up to his name.
-Please cut it out and attach the link and address.
If you want everything in the picture, come to the address.
I’ll give it all to whoever finds it!
The link left by the Bandit King was connected to a post on Palenet.
An untitled post on a deserted bulletin board had several photos attached to it, showing stacks of canned goods and fuel, colorful, brand-new clothing, bullets, and the slender arm of a tattooed woman who was probably the photographer.
By Park Gyu’s standards, these are ordinary supplies, but for the people living on limited rations in the Incheon refugee camp, they are so abundant that they could kill for more.
The Palenet users, who were increasingly abandoning the Palenet bulletin board, came to our bulletin board to chat about the treasure of the bandit king.
ㅇㅇ: The treasure of the bandit king, this is no joke, right?
ㅇㅇ: If I just get it, it won’t be too much trouble to survive this winter
ㅇㅇ: What about this winter? I wonder if I can fly next year too.
Yeah, but the place is too far.
ㅇㅇ: How are you going in this weather?
ㅇㅇ: But, do you think I can get the treasure if it’s this cold?
Certainly, in such dire circumstances as now, the Bandit King’s supplies are abundant enough to be tied to his very survival.
It’s so strange that I don’t feel greedy.
The Bandit King kindly left the location of his treasure at the end of the link.
But that address looks familiar.
My neighborhood, to be exact, is not far from the company I briefly worked for before the war to shine.
Is it…………Rebecca’s territory now?
It is located somewhat far from the territory controlled by the sniper mother and daughter, but if you depart from a large city like Incheon or Seoul, you will inevitably have to pass through the sniper mother and daughter’s territory.
What should I do?
It’s close in terms of distance.
It’s less dangerous because it’s the sniper mother and daughter’s territory.
Even though the outside temperature is below minus 20 degrees Celsius, it is still a good thing for me as I am better equipped than Amundsen when he explored the North Pole 100 years ago.
What moved me more than anything was the point where the treasure of the Bandit King passes through the territory of Rebecca and her daughter.
As the weather clears, a large number of refugees and looters will flock to seek the treasure of the Bandit King.
It wouldn’t be very mentally healthy for Rebecca and her daughter to have something bad happen when spring comes.
My body was already aching from being in a bunker all winter, so I got my weapons and cold protection gear ready and got on my motorcycle.
Boooooooooooo-
First, we stopped by Rebecca’s area.
“Huh, Skeleton? Why all of a sudden? Thanks.”
He handed Rebecca a can of fuel and asked her about the address in question.
“Southwest? Oh, there were a few buildings there. A place where a lot of people lived. One-room apartments? Yeah! There were a lot of one-room apartments.”
When asked if there were any people, Rebecca shook her head firmly.
“I’ve never seen a living person there.”
“No one lives there. Everyone left before the war.”
Sudo also supported Rebecca’s words.
Although they are being lax now, it is impossible not to believe that they were a mother and daughter who were maintaining a fierce border not long after the war began.
“There are no survivors………”
However, the address of the Bandit King is recorded with the exact house number.
There are two possibilities.
Either the Bandit King didn’t move from his room for three years like I am Jesus, or the Bandit King lied.
The latter is increasingly likely, but the journey has begun.
Inspection is necessary, if only to prevent refugees from swarming like flies.
Suu said she would follow me.
“Because this is our territory.”
I rode a motorcycle with Suu and headed to the address in question.
Fallen streetlights and signs lay blocking the road, which was so damaged it was difficult to read.
I checked the address while removing the streetlight with Suwa.
It’s nearby.
All around, as Rebecca had said, there were small, eerie looking multi-family homes in what appeared to be one-room buildings, standing out across abandoned fields.
“There’s really no one here. I looked around with my mom.”
“okay?”
“huh!”
“What happened?”
“Empty or something? Like a dead body? I didn’t see a dead body. My mom told me not to come in. But it smelled. A really bad smell.”
At the entrance to the one-room area, there was a smashed-up supermarket, and a cat, apparently frozen to death this winter, was lying on its side with its eyes closed.
“This cat.”
Suuga squatted down in front of the cat and examined the dead cat.
“I’ve been here before.”
It’s a good thing it didn’t change due to mutation.
Well, actually, the probability of mutation isn’t that high.
I don’t know the exact data, but I think it occurs in two or three out of a hundred animals.
If it gets higher than that, South Korea would be destroyed by mutations like Australia.
I threw the cat’s body out of sight and looked for the address in question.
As expected, it is a one-room building.
But something is strange.
I clearly remember the scenery in the photo taken by the Bandit King as at least a medium to large sized apartment building.
Even if it wasn’t big, it looked like it was well over 50 pyeong.
However, the owner’s apartment is on the top floor of the studio, so it may have been taken from there, but the number written at the end of the address of the message from the King of Bandits is 301. It probably refers to room 301.
A one-room building has five floors, and the third floor cannot be the owner’s residence.
On the side of the building, the old address was engraved on metal or plastic plates.
Beyond the abandoned cars and trash of unknown origin, I found the same address the bandit king had left on a half-broken glass door.
I looked back at Suu.
“I’ve been here before.”
Unlike Rebecca, Sue’s mind was quick-witted.
“That place smelled like a corpse.”
The air was as cold as a blade, but as soon as I opened the door and stepped inside, a musty smell like that of an old graveyard wafted into my nostrils.
All the windows and doors were opened by Rebecca and her daughter.
The windows were broken and the doors had been pried open with a pry-type device.
Some doors even had holes ripped in them, as if someone had shot them.
I climbed up to the fourth floor, stepping on trash, dust, and snow piled up on the windows.
There were six one-room apartments on each floor.
All the studio doors were open, but one was closed.
Suu said.
“Over there. Where the body was.”
“When did you last look this way?”
“It must have been more than two years.”
I opened the door to room 301, feeling the suspicions that had been blooming in clusters hardening into reality.
A room as cold as a freezer.
On the bed lay a half-mummified corpse, staining the mattress dark red.
I checked the address again.
There is nothing to add or subtract.
This is the hideout that the Bandit King revealed.
I took pictures to keep as evidence and looked around the room.
It’s a poor room.
A few clothes, a bag of medicine, and beyond the half-open refrigerator door was a piece of chicken that appeared to have been left over from the deceased’s meal, covered in mold and frozen in a similar state to the deceased.
There was a package of chicken in the room, probably two weeks before the war broke out.
At a time when optimists and warmongers were engaged in a fierce debate.
There was a notebook next to the deceased’s body.
– Interview location: 3rd floor, Sampoong Building, Gohyeon, Geoje, until 11:00
Check out the Mugunghwa route!
-Gas station hourly wage 10,000 won from 5am to 2am.
-Let’s give my mother a call on her birthday, November 2nd!
-Check the hospital bill loan
The notebook was filled with trivial matters like interviews, employment, hospitals, and livelihoods, as well as crudely drawn pictures of women.
It was not hard to see that he was a person who was feeling unwell and was looking for a job.
The ID photo stuck to the corner of the notebook, soaked in the fluid that flowed from the corpse, showed that the person was only in his early to mid 20s, and also revealed the owner of the cat at the entrance.
This is a dead man.
Inside the notebook, there was a faded Polaroid photo of me and my cat, wedged between the pages.
The deceased’s movements recorded in the notebook were cut off at a time not much different from the day the chicken was delivered.
They say that war destroyed everything in the world, but at least this story does not apply to this person. He must have already seen destruction before the war came.
“Skeleton. Why did he die? Suicide?”
Suu, who had been waiting outside, asked, exhaling white breath.
“…natural history.”
“ah.”
I made sure to take a few photos as evidence and then left.
One thing is certain.
The bandit king’s treasure was gone.
SKELTON: (Skeleton Report) Exploring the treasure of the Bandit King through the bitter cold of winter!
It’s only natural that if you work hard, you should be rewarded.
In addition, there was also a warm consideration mixed in, which saved the unfortunate fate of those who might have coveted the treasure of the Bandit King and frozen to death while braving the bitter cold. Since the Bandit King was quite famous in Monster Park, my writing soon received an unusually large number of comments.
ㅇㅇ: It was a joke after all
ㅇㅇ: I guess he was planning to make me wander around outside in this cold weather and make me lose my mind
ㅇㅇ: Did that kid die alone?
ㅇㅇ: I thought the address was weird from the start. 301. Isn’t this a studio apartment?
mmmmmmmmm: Hmm…..
Anonymous 458: I got cursed at in the cold! Skeleton!
gijayangban : Oh. There?
….
….
Unfortunately, my report of conversion did not make it to the popular posts.
To be exact, my writing was completely forgotten by people because of the Live! Apocalypse! that just started.
Live! In Apocalypse, Dongtan Mom, who recently took on the mysterious concept, returned to the Yum Yum Show and delighted people’s eyes with her overwhelming action.
“……In the end, the answer is live.”
It was when I was watching the live while sipping coffee.
Tiring~
A comment alert popped up.
Is this a comment on the skeleton report?
Now that the live has started, there’s no point in going to popular posts, but I clicked on the link to at least check out what the comments were.
“hmm?”
ㅇㅇ: Can you connect to Monster Park right now and talk to “Propuccina Mania”? I’m in a hurry.
Monster Park? Now?
I saw it live.
A scene is shown of a user sailing across the sea in what appears to be a personal yacht.
It was quite exciting, but I felt a little strange about the anonymous user’s request, so I opened another window and logged into Monster Park.
Knock knock
/m Propuccinamania I’m a skeleton, what’s going on?
I sent a message using Monster Park style commands.
Soon, Propuccinamania contacted me to talk.
Propuccinamania: I just saw what you posted. Is it true?
John’s Discussion Disciple (30cm): Yeah
Propuccinamania: I see.
John Nae-non’s disciple (30cm): Are you the king of the bandits?
I got a feeling.
I wonder if this guy is the culprit who caused the appropriate stir by being called the King of Bandits.
Propuccinamania: Hmm
Propuccinamania readily agreed.
I asked why.
Why did you tell such a lie, and why did you leave the address of a studio apartment where a person died?
In the already rough world of Monster Park, confirming each other’s feelings is left to the imagination.
I don’t have a particularly vivid imagination, but during that brief moment of silence I felt as if I had heard the sigh of Propuccinamania.
Propuccinamania: He’s my brother. We lost contact a long time ago.
“……”
That was indeed the case.
Propuccinamania: I suddenly remembered. What happened to him?
I told him my opinion about the deceased’s condition.
His brother died at least before the war.
The body was so badly decomposed that it may not be accurate, but the body was lying straight with its hands clasped together, so at least it seems that the person was at peace when they died.
There was no talk of moldy chicken left behind in his lifetime, or of job worries, or of illness.
Propuccinamania: I don’t have anything to thank you for, but I really do.
John Nae-non-ui-su-je-ja (30cm): If you like it, please click the recommend button. Then I have to watch the live.
After finishing Monster Park, I turned my attention back to the live broadcast.
In the live video, a woman wearing a doll mask and a bikini swimsuit was vulgarly showing off her body in a small swimming pool.
It was less than ten days later that the graveyard of Propuccinamania was discovered.
As the number of graves in the lobby grew too large, Fox Games created a place called Memorial Park and started relocating all the graves at once, and Propuccina Mania’s name was included on the list.
I saw that graveyard.
–
One user froze to death in the bitter cold without even leaving a will.
On that day, 372 graveyards were added to Monster Park.
End
(che**) – Recommended 92-
Senior Reporter Yangbani, it’s near the bunker, but I wonder how Skeleton explored it so quickly…
(**Okjam) -Recommendation 65-
Reporter: Does this guy have no intention of hiding it anymore?
(Antimatter**) -Recommendation 55-
They’re talking about 400 more people dying like it’s the 3 skeletons in Futaba Park… Every time something like this happens, I realize that the world is truly falling apart.
(Muan***) -Recommendation 30-
You reached a point where you were on the verge of death and looked for your brother…
(inju**) -Recommendation 26-
It seems that the bandit king was the older sister and that food was provided in her younger brother’s room before the destruction.
It’s obvious how an ordinary woman could have survived for three years. She took her own life right after confirming the life or death of her family.
(Migo**) -Recommendation 23-
When I read this article, I feel like I want to build a bunker…
A bunker large enough to fit my family, my girlfriend, and my girlfriend’s family, and be self-sufficient…
Somehow, while reading this article, I felt like…
When the coronavirus first broke out, there was someone who was dispatched to a Chinese pharmaceutical company.
I think of the person who returned to Korea on the first day of the coronavirus outbreak, saying, “Oh, this is fucked up,” quit his job, and built a bunker with the money he saved + his retirement pay.
It was serious back then, but now I’ve somehow overcome it.
Will there ever come a day when our skeletons won’t have to hide their homes?
(Red*) -Recommendation 19-
But most of the people here will die in the early stages without leaving a graveyard like the ashes when the apocalypse happens… Thinking about it, it’s suddenly creepy.
(g324**) -Recommendation16-
Even I feel cold as I read the text…
(**jonah) -Recommendation 15-
Even if the owner dies, the cat will protect the owner and freeze to death. These stubborn animals have loyalty.
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