Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 180



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85. King (5)

There is no accurate research data anywhere on what negative impacts the erosion zone itself has on humans.

Only in China, which has long suffered from erosion and is willing to support tens of thousands of guinea pigs, has research begun in earnest on the negative impacts of erosion on humans, but the results have been ambiguous.

Humans living in eroded zones show a much higher rate of psychotic episodes than those living in normal areas, but the eroded zone itself does not cause any harm to the human body.

But our hunters who have been active in the eroded zone for a long time know very well that the people living there are not all in their right mind.

There is a poisonous air in the erosion zone that drives people crazy.

Something that cannot be explained by our science.

“It’s safe here.”

The girl said.

From a distance, she looked like only a middle school girl, but up close, she was similar to Jeon Si-hun or maybe a little younger.

His short height of less than 150cm and his skinny body probably made him look younger than his age.

“Can you see it? This is the magician’s talisman. Wherever this talisman is attached, the swarm will not enter.”

There was a slight North Korean accent in the woman’s words.

It is common to see young women refugees from North Korea quickly learning and speaking the Seoul dialect.

Anyway, there is no doubt that this woman is a fanatic.

When you look at the people who play games or read martial arts novels in the insignificant corners of the Chinese border, they are called Demon Masters, and the monsters that are the enemies of humanity are called messengers of God.

I don’t see the fanatic’s characteristically mad eyes or rambling attitude, but I’ve already put this woman on my kill list.

“Thank you. But are you sure no monsters are coming in?”

The king took a deep breath and looked at the crude amulet stuck to the wall.

On the wall is a yellow piece of paper that looks like it came out of a zombie movie, with strange characters written in red that even Chinese people would not be able to read.

But this talisman was not written by hand, but printed.

This is evident when you look at the stair-step effect seen on cheap inkjet printers.

But the fanatic woman had a crazy belief in this ridiculous amulet.

“No problem. Don’t you know how vigilant the lion’s men are?”

I don’t know if this amulet works or not, but it’s certain that the spiderlings won’t chase us anymore.

I looked out the window.

The hundreds of spiderlings that had been swarming us are now retreating as if nothing had happened.

“Look. Now you know how miraculous the magician’s talisman is.”

The king watched with his mouth shut, saying nothing.

I guess he can’t find anything to refute.

I think so too.

This phenomenon may not be the effect of a talisman.

There may be other reasons I don’t know about.

“······.”

I saw the exhibition.

They are looking at us with longing, while being wary.

Are you tired of life here?

I saw a house that was protected by the so-called Ma Won-gap’s talisman.

There is only one tent, and food such as canned goods and pouches are placed haphazardly next to it.

There were traces of fire everywhere.

The sanitary conditions seem to be very good, but there is soap, towels, underwear, and condoms drying.

It seems that Jeon Si-hun lives with this woman with a North Korean accent.

“What? Jeon Si-hoon. Are you living with this kid? Huh?”

King looked at the washed condoms hanging on the clothesline with a lecherous smile.

Jeon Si-hoon’s expression became rotten.

At the same time, the faint light in his eyes grew stronger.

For a moment, I felt a suffocating pressure.

As expected, over 10 level away.

Just the change in emotions can cause this much pressure.

If you truly show your power, it wouldn’t be just literary rhetoric to literally dominate the battlefield.

But King was confident even though he knew that he was clearly a inferior version of Jeon Si-hoon.

“How long are you going to live in a place like this? Are you going to live in this shitty place until you die?”

“You don’t know me.”

Jeon Si-hoon growled.

He definitely hates the king.

At least I don’t like it.

The king looked back at me.

“Okay. Then. Skeleton. Shall we begin?”

“······.”

I looked around.

There is no spidering and no spider type.

The medium-sized species that are said to be legendary are not even visible.

After confirming safety, I saw the king.

“Me first?”

The king smiled broadly.

“Isn’t that obvious? You should do it first. I turned a blind eye to the fact that you’re a spy, right? So shouldn’t you at least show some sincerity by showing your hand first?”

“hmm······.”

I don’t like it, but it’s true.

If I were King, I would have killed Skeleton.

It is Park Gyu’s nature not to take even a 1% risk unless there is no other way.

“This is the person sent by Woo Min-hee.”

King suddenly introduced me.

“Are you the manager?”

The expression on Jeon Si-Hoon’s face as he looks at me takes on a similar wariness as when he looks at King.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t like Woo Min-hee.

He opened his mouth while keeping his gaze fixed on Jeon Si-Hoon.

“Woo Min-hee asked me to say just one thing.”

“What do you mean?”

I can feel the gaze of Jeon Si-hoon, the nameless girl, and the king.

I relayed the message as it was given, feeling the heavy, sticky silence characteristic of eroded areas enveloping my mind.

“Your father passed away.”

“Oh, really?”

Even after hearing the news of his father’s death, Jeon Si-hun didn’t show much of a reaction.

The girl looked at Jeon Si-Hoon.

“Brother Sihun.”

“It’s okay. I want you to die anyway.”

King, who was watching from the side, said a word.

“Are you talking about the person who abandoned his family and started a new life in another house?”

“yes.”

Jeon Si-hun nodded and looked at me.

“How did he die? And what about that human’s real family?”

“All I heard was that your father died. I don’t know anything else.”

“I never told you how much I hate Director Woo Min-hee, did I?”

Jeon Si-Hoon looked at me intently and asked.

“He said he didn’t like it.”

“I really hate that guy.”

“why?”

“He’s like a snake, not a human. He has no blood or tears. He enjoys seeing others suffer and die. He’s worried about his own birthday party while thousands of people die right next to him. How can you like that person?”

“······Well. I half-accept it.”

Jeon Si-hun turned his head.

“I will never go back to that woman.”

King, who was watching from the side, snickered.

“Now it’s my turn.”

“for a moment.”

“What? Do you still have something to say? It seems like everything is over.”

One was left behind.

It’s such a dangerous secret that I wouldn’t use it unless I had the courage to do so, but this guy.

He is a purer and kinder friend than he looks.

Just like the strong people of the past.

Perhaps, he, like Kang Han-min, might fight for the survival of this country, or rather, of humanity.

I am a person who has been eliminated from the battlefield, but if young blood like this joins the battlefield, wouldn’t the burden on Kang Han-min and Na Hye-in be somewhat reduced?

Well, it feels like that.

“Sihun.”

I looked straight at the exhibition.

He looked at me again, with a wary look on his face.

I looked at that face clearly and brought out the forbidden name.

“······I am Eomchang.”

“yes······?”

Jeon Si-hun’s face turned pale.

“I am a genius.”

“Th, what is that······.”

“The identity of Eom Chang-i who teased Woo Min-hee on Palenet is me. If you don’t believe me, come to my house. I’ll show you the log.”

Jeon Si-hoon took a step back.

“Ah, you’re saying that old man is that crazy guy···? The one who pulled a prank on the legendary Red Mask······!!”

He nodded.

It wasn’t just Jeon Si-hun who was shocked.

The king also threw off the arrogance and composure that surrounded him like an aura and looked at me with a shocked face, barely opening his mouth.

“Skeleton······!!”

“······You know you can’t say this on the Internet, right?”

“Really? Skeleton. You were that······ great guy?”

“Yes. I am Eomchang. I resented Woo Minhee’s actions and played a prank on him. But you know, Sihoon.”

I made a shocking coming out announcement, but my expression was indifferent.

“Even now, Kang Han-min and Na Hye-in are closing the gap. Based on unimaginable danger and sacrifice.”

It can’t be helped.

Because I’m doing the greatest thing I can do right now.

It’s for the future of humanity.

“······If you were by those friends’ side, wouldn’t the weight on Kang Han-min’s shoulders be lifted a little?”

Jeon Si-hun, who had consistently reacted negatively to my words, lowered his head and became lost in thought.

It looks like it worked.

A flower-playing group called Eomchang.

King still looks at me with astonishment.

“Skeleton. This kid. I thought he was hiding his powers.”

“······If it becomes known, I could die.”

“You must be feeling good since you received more than a thousand compliments?”

“of course.”

The king lightly tapped his forehead.

“I got hit in the head. Damn it.”

“Why? Are you using force now?”

“No. I wouldn’t do that.”

The King’s face, which had been momentarily shocked, began to show its characteristic arrogance and composure.

He saw the exhibition.

“Hey. Jeon Si-hoon.”

Jeon Si-hoon saw the king.

“Don’t you want to go see my father?”

“Yes? The King’s father? Isn’t he gone? Everyone says he’s dead.”

“I’m alive. I’m alive and well. I won’t interfere with your decisions. You’re much stronger than me anyway. If you wanted to, you could just destroy our little shit city.”

“······.”

“Go see our father. You have a lot of worries because of him, don’t you? It’s the same story. Skeleton doesn’t seem to be like that though.”

“I don’t have a father?”

The king ignored me.

Because before I could even open my mouth in a quiet voice, the small, skinny girl next to Jeon Si-hun raised her voice.

“Where are you taking Sihun? Sihun should be here!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The king showed his annoyance.

“Sihun, the chosen child of God, must live in God’s land!”

The king looked at the exhibition.

“Hey. Whether you follow Skeleton or me, it’s up to you. I can’t stand seeing you stay next to this bitch. If you want, I’ll find a prettier girl. If you don’t like older women, I’ll look for one. There are 30,000 people in the city, so there shouldn’t be a cuter girl than her?”

“why?”

The girl asked roughly.

“You are a fraud and a cultist!”

“Can’t you see the power of this talisman?!”

The moment the girl raised her voice, I was already at the door.

Sizzle-

I tore off the talisman.

Everyone’s faces turned pale and frozen.

King was no exception there.

“Hey, hey. Skeleton. What are you doing?”

“This amulet.”

He looked at the torn talisman quietly and tore it to shreds in front of everyone.

“I just put it there. Look at it.”

I looked out the window.

A few spiderlings circle the border, but show no interest in us.

It’s not a talisman or anything.

Now I remember.

Strange experiences on the battlefield.

There was a time when the small-sized minions who had established a stronghold suddenly ignored the opportunity to push forward and turned back.

It happened not once but several times.

At the time, our crisis was not only a complex one involving servants, but also fanatics and rebels, so we did not have time to think deeply about it, and the number of cases was small, so we did not have enough data to make a hypothesis, but now I think I know.

For some reason, there is an area in the small-breed realm that not only small-breeds but also their subordinates do not come near.

Fanatics who have lived around monsters for a long time (probably with many of them killed) would have their own data.

Based on that data, we figured out the safe zone and placed a talisman against fraudsters there.

So that it would seem as if the talisman was effective.

It might work for other people, but it doesn’t work for me.

Even though I’ve lived with monsters for less time than any fanatic, it’s an objective fact that I’ve killed more monsters than any fanatic.

“King is right. Even if you follow King, Eomchang will not be dissatisfied. However, Eomchang is also strongly against you staying here.”

“Is your real name Eomchang······?”

“······no.”

“But why do you keep calling yourself Eomchang?”

“That’s what they say.”

Why don’t great men often refer to themselves in the third person?

If you get ten thousand comments on PaleNet, you’re a great person.

Could there be any other great man?

But it seems our fanatics have no intention of letting Jeon Si-hun go easily.

“Unfortunately, it seems that you will pay dearly for removing the talisman of the Demon Lord. It seems that the Demon Lord has seen your sins through the cracks.”

The fanatic looked out the window.

“Look! The angry messenger of God has come to punish us!”

Beyond the bare concrete frame, where the broken glass has been kicked away and silicone marks remain, something huge is moving.

It’s something reminiscent of a giant tardigrade, walking on eight crossed legs.

The moment I saw it, I blurted out one of the monster types I remembered.

“······Annihilator.”

King also sensed an ominous premonition and asked me while shivering slightly and pulling his gas mask over his head.

“What’s that skeleton? It’s called something like anime.”

“War Monster.”

Commonly known as the Exterminator.

A war monster specialized in killing humans more than any other medium-sized species appeared in the center of the ruins that had turned gray and white, revealing its gloomy appearance.