Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 300



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119. Tools (7)

Avoid engaging with types you don’t know.

It’s the hunter’s golden gourd.

The honor of fighting a new type of monster never before observed is given only to the most experienced and seasoned team of hunters.

During our active days, dealing with new monsters was always our responsibility.

But now, as time passes, I have lost the sharp sense of the past, and the excellent colleagues who used to stand by my side have disappeared somewhere.

I don’t mean to disparage the Defender.

He is a talent suited for one-on-one battles rather than big monster battles.

The biggest problem is that this Yeopo type is a combat type.

The combat type is literally a type specialized in combat.

They do not command servants, but instead use their overwhelming fighting prowess to inflict devastating damage on their enemies, especially humans.

Maybe it’s one of the new types of battles I’ve faced in Jeju.

The problem is how a combat-type, not an infiltration-type, can survive without being destroyed in the hostile environment of Earth. The current situation itself is far beyond my common sense.

Right in front of me, my already dead mentor has become a zombie and is creating strange objects, the psychopath Defender is risking his life to protect me, and the monsters that are the enemies of humanity are being used as tools by humans.

The most bizarre thing is that I gave in to my crazy mentor’s stubbornness.

If it were the country of the past, it would have been something that Jang Ki-young remembered as a professor, and there was not even a 1% chance of that happening.

In this midsummer night’s dreamlike reality, anything can happen.

So, let’s ignore for now why that combat type listens to the fanatic.

thud!

The monster is approaching.

Contrary to his name, which is derived from the character Yeo-po, he does not resemble a human at all.

It walks with a disc-shaped body supported by long legs with sixteen three- or four-jointed joints.

Why that H.G. Wells Martian is Lu Bu is a question you have to ask the now-defunct Chinese.

Well, they liked naming things.

They even gave names to existing monsters that had already been discovered and named in the United States.

I still remember clearly that one of them was the Guan Yu type.

The thing is, all I know about that type is their appearance and their roles.

It is not known how the guy attacks and harms humans.

You’ll find out soon enough. The bastard has ejected something.

It is a gray-white disc.

I don’t know how it works, but it’s supporting itself.

“Skeleton.”

“I’m watching.”

I should have just asked my residents for information.

No, that would have been difficult.

At the time, I didn’t expect this situation to come to pass.

It’s a self-inflicted risk.

Woooooooooooooo—

The monster fired another disc.

Two, three, and five.

They take their place in the air one by one under sixteen radially spread legs.

I don’t feel good.

“Threat!”

I went on an intimate date, informing my teammates about my actions according to the textbook.

bang!

Just enough to barely brush past.

My question was answered with an answer I knew very well.

thud!

Shock wave.

and.

Shhh-

The cool sensation of a bullet passing through my head.

Ting!

The bullet hit the debris on Jang Gi-yeong’s side and bounced off.

Among the scrap metal, discs moved as the metal plates scattered a cymbals-like sound throughout the warehouse.

Woohoo–

The discs are flying.

Line up in groups.

“Drone?!”

I agree with what the defender said.

That’s a drone.

Nothing comes to mind other than a drone.

“Get back!”

“Oh, yeah!”

“Threat!”

I went on an intimate date with the disc.

bang!

There is no response.

But in that split second, the discs close the distance at a terrifying speed.

The moment I see the discs flying towards me, a familiar feeling of drowsiness pulls my eyelids shut.

Finally, am I going there too?

To where my friends and colleagues, the people I left to die, await.

“······.”

No, not yet.

Not yet.

I have work to do.

There are things that must be done.

Gulp!

I saw the approaching discs.

Woooooooooooo–

Tata tata tang!

snapshot.

As the discs fell one after another, one of them struck me head-on.

He swung his axe and struck the disc.

Bam!

I held my breath and glared at the guy I had just killed with the axe.

“······.”

It doesn’t explode.

And my axe gets eaten.

The disc struck by the axe began to scatter golden particles, its sharp proboscis twitching spasmodically, probably intended to kill me.

“······.”

This isn’t the end, is it?

No, I wouldn’t have even started.

If that’s a “combat type”.

As expected.

Whew Whew Whew—-

The monster with sixteen legs had already vomited out more than ten discs from under its body.

“Defender.”

Said to the defender.

“huh.”

“Is intimate dating possible?”

“That, that.”

You seem insecure.

As expected, he is not a very capable person when dealing with monsters.

“Then can you intercept the disc?”

“That is possible.”

“Be careful. Don’t shoot towards the monster. If you’re unlucky, the unintended reflection field might puncture your body.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have an idea.”

The structure of the dock warehouse is largely identical.

The showdown will take place on the rooftop.

There is a tactic that is so dangerous that even the best in the world, Jang Gi-yeong, has banned it.

But other than that, there seems to be no answer.

I left the defender behind and ran towards the rooftop.

“Park Gyu!”

A dark shadow blocks my way.

It’s Jang Gi-young.

He interrupted me at the most crucial moment.

Holding onto odds and ends of unknown use like a sacred bundle.

“Take it! It’s finished! I’ve finished the secret weapon that will give you wings!”

I tried to pass him by.

He stops me again.

“Come on, try it. Try it. There’s a monster over there? It’s perfect! Come on! Try using my new weapon, Icarus!”

“······Instructor.”

There is no time for jokes.

I have no intention of associating with his already dead fragments.

I once had such thoughts, but now that my life is at stake, my selfishness has put them on the back burner and is speaking louder inside me.

“Park Gyu. Try it.”

“Please stop it!”

I screamed without realizing it.

Enough to make the entire warehouse shake.

But the aftertaste of the scream.

Tata tata tang! Bang! Bang!

Buried by the urgent gunfire.

bang!

I too joined the procession of gunfire.

The second disc was dropped entirely.

I saw my teacher.

“······.”

The fragment that looked like my master, despite being a zombie, had a bewildered and shocked expression on its face.

I closed my eyes tightly and passed him by.

“Look at this······.”

Jang Gi-yeong pulled a lever that was presumed to be the device’s switch.

Pushsh-

The equipment fell limply to the floor, making a ridiculous sound like a deflated harp.

I ignored him and walked forward.

rooftop.

A sea-scented breeze caresses my hair and cheeks.

I ran across the wide gable roof with a fairly steep slope and caught the monster in my sights.

Woof woof woof—

Point of entry.

This is probably the word to use in this situation.

The monster now deploys countless discs.

Roughly 30.

“Over there! Over there! There’s a pagan!”

The fanatics haven’t found me yet, but the monsters are different.

They have most of the abilities that Awaken has on their own.

The ability to sense is one of them.

The disc is flying.

The fact that most of them are directed at me means that the monsters think I’m a dangerous target.

Change the control knob to single shot,

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fire a rapid fire shot.

One per foot.

The disc fell helplessly.

Still, five remain and attack me,

Srrrrung-

The moonlight-covered axe blade punishes them one by one.

“Skeleton!”

The Defender’s voice was heard from below the warehouse.

“Please give me some cover!”

“cover?”

“People, not monsters!”

Clank-

I discard the empty magazine and replace it with a new one, glaring at the monster standing on its sixteen legs beneath me.

Since the appearance of full-fledged monsters that use reflective fields, many senior hunters have tried various methods to kill them.

Like the pioneers who were willing to risk their lives for the advancement of humanity during the leap forward of human civilization, they tried and tried even extreme methods that are now ridiculed as foolish.

This is one of the tactics I’m trying to use.

Dead man’s waltz.

This tactic is based on the simple idea that the energy required for a monster to deploy a reflection field is the same whether it blocks 100 bullets or 1 bullet, and that the monster’s available energy is limited.

The style is similar to the waltz from which its name is derived.

bang!

Threat.

bang!

Threatening words at slight intervals.

bang!

Another spaced out threat.

Shh- shh- shh-

Every time I make a threat, the bullets spewed out from the force field barely graze my head.

Repeat this three-beat intimacy dating twice.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and.

Tata tata tang!

Shot to the body.

The bullet hit the guy squarely in the torso.

Hunting monsters from a distance with one final strike after six intimidations.

This is the waltz of the dead.

But this won’t be enough.

Usually, a shooter with a sniper rifle with a strong punch aims for the last effective hit.

However, this number of six has not necessarily been verified.

Sometimes, even after dancing six waltzes, the monster will still deploy a reflection field.

That’s why the word “dead” is included in the tactic’s name.

furthermore.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Monsters learn too.

We’ve had three intimacy dates, but the monster only reacted the first time.

To truly dance the dance of death, you too must risk your life.

bang!

Change the point of contact.

Lower left of the monster.

The station unfolds.

Shhh-

I pulled the trigger again, feeling the coolness of the bullet grazing the side of my head.

bang!

The monster’s idol.

Shhh-

bang!

A part that is slightly off from the front of the monster.

Shhh-

I feel pain.

Gulp-

Blood flows.

Looks like you did some unintentional scalping.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly fires three more hits in quick succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three intimate dates, three reflection fields.

Turn the joystick back to the speaker immediately,

Tata tata tata tang!

Deal a crushing blow.

The monster staggers.

“Skeleton!”

The defender’s cry was heard from below.

“Are you human? How can you defeat something like that with just a gun?!”

Clank-

He changed the magazine and prepared for a counterattack.

The disc flew in.

Knock down all the monster creatures with your gun and axe and prepare for the next dance.

One, no, two valid hits might kill the bastard.

however.

Tata tata tang!

The fanatics open fire.

It’s a machine gun.

A death trajectory is seen drawn on the roof in a straight line, made by bullets.

“Kill the guy on the roof!”

“It’s a hunter! A real hunter!”

He bit his lips and tilted his head.

“······.”

I almost caught them all.

I could have finished it by myself.

My childish anger was drowned out by the sound of gunfire ringing out all around.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Now, fanatics do not care about the means and methods.

They began to rush in from all directions with guns drawn, not caring about the zombies around them, in order to protect the monsters they worshipped as gods.

“Defender!”

He shouted at the defenders below.

“Run away first.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I’ll block it, so you can run away through the back road.”

“No, why?”

“I have a favor to ask of you, Valentine.”

“Valentine······?”

“Yes. It’s very important. It’s very important.”

Tata tata tang!

Machine gun bullets begin to sweep across the roof again.

however.

Phew!

My foot fell into a crack that was broken.

It’s deep.

You can’t take it out right away.

“······.”

The bullet’s trajectory follows me like a snowball.

It is unavoidable.

It’s death.

It was when I was quietly staring at my fate with a bitter smile on my face without realizing it.

thud!

Right behind me, a crashing sound that shattered the order of the world rang out.

It’s the monster’s heartbeat.

And then I saw.

The baptism of coal that was coming through the roof as if it was going to split me in half was suddenly swallowed up by a very faint curtain and magically disappeared.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

It’s a reflective field.

Someone unleashed a reflective field at me.

I looked back.

A gaunt, skinny zombie stands on the roof.

The zombie, holding crude metal equipment in both hands, has eyes that glow even in the dark.

“······Instructor.”

“Park Gyu.”

Jang Gi-yeong approached me.

“Take this. This is truly useful.”

“Instructor.”

“This object itself may be of no use. But if you are the only disciple I have ever loved, you will understand what I am trying to convey here.”

In a brief dialogue, we were transported back to a time more than ten years ago.

Inside the auditorium with high ceilings.

A student walking around the auditorium with a duck’s gait, sweating profusely, Jang Ki-young when he was younger than he is now, and me, an immature person, standing in front of him.

In it, Jang Gi-yeong was my teacher.

“I know you’ve been trying to become Awaken.”

okay.

That’s what it was.

Before he became Awaken, even when he was just a normal person, his eyes sparkled. It seemed like they sparkled.

“That’s the wrong way.”

“······.”

“I know because I’ve been there. When you become like them, you hear their voices. There are many voices, but some of them are irresistible. And that guy.”

Jang Gi-yeong looked down at the monster.

“It looks similar to me. But it won’t last long.”

“Instructor.”

“······There’s someone moving them. Yes. The one you saw.”

Jang Gi-yeong held out the crude equipment he had made.

“The guy you named General.”

It was inevitable.

To reject that.

In this strange space right now, Jang Gi-yeong is my teacher in his prime, and I am also a helpless boy from the past.

“Only you can kill that guy. Not Kang Han-min or Na Hye-in. They can’t. They are the same as them. Therefore, Professor, who doesn’t listen to their voices. No, my disciple. Park Gyu. Only you can kill that guy.”

thud!

The illusion was shattered by the shock wave caused by Jang Gi-yeong.

“good.”

“······.”

“Take care of your juniors too.”

“Yes, Instructor.”

I am Jang Gi-yeong’s disciple.

I always followed his words.

I headed towards the ladder carrying my crude equipment.

A cool sound is heard from behind.

Whew Whew Whew—

It’s the sound of a flying disc.

But that sound.

“Don’t touch my disciple!”

It was buried in Jang Ki-young’s screams.

The situation that followed could be summed up in one word: chaos.

The ceaseless shockwaves, the scattering of gunfire, the attack of the discs, the dash, the teacher’s equipment that was unnecessarily large and clunky, zombies, zombies, zombies, and my teacher Jang Gi-yeong suddenly standing on the roof under the moon that was becoming full.

“······Goodbye.”

Greeting him politely is one of the few memories that remains clear in the chaos of that day.

*

“What the heck is this?”

Ha Tae-hoon stared at Jang Ki-young’s tool with an embarrassed face.

“I can’t figure out what it’s supposed to be used for. The principle is very simple. It’s primitive. It’s a crude imitation of the separate charge feeding method of monster equipment.”

No one understood the true intentions of the tool.

Everyone interpreted it as a simple expression of a crude mess.

“You say it was made by zombies? Oh my goodness. I’ve heard of jiangshi, but I never thought there would actually be zombies like that.”

There were also opinions that focused only on the fact that the creator was a zombie.

He turned around with a big smile.

Beneath the now full moon, my established domain is spread out plausibly.

Several bunkers, outer walls, Bang Jae-hyeok’s mother’s garden, defensive facilities installed here and there, and the Tae-hoon House that Ha Tae-hoon is currently building.

“Phew.”

I looked at the full moon with a satisfied sigh.

Is my teacher still alive?

Well, that’s fine.

That’s not the important thing.

I know the true meaning hidden in the crude tool made by Jang Gi-yeong.

Because I am not his tool, but his most beloved disciple.

I wish my teacher were alive.