Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 320



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They say there is no death worth living in this world, but records remain.

What is recorded, what is not recorded, is up to the recorder, but any record is more valuable than nothing recorded.

During my time in China, it was a series of achievements that made me famous, but to be honest, the professor was loved by those who evaluated him.

This is because he has never missed a report that is more detailed and systematic than others.

Even if we die on the battlefield, we believe that what we felt and saw, our actions and their results must be passed on to future generations, and we took more care than others to record them.

Even after retirement, the melody of that time remained.

In particular, when I was doing important work, I used to save the record as a screenshot.

The same goes for the Eomchang incident that once shook the entire Palenet.

I took screenshots of each record from that time and stored them in a separate folder.

The preparation process, the provocation towards Woo Min-hee, the one-on-one chat in question, and Woo Min-hee’s rage.

All of these records are saved in my folder as “Internet First Person View”.

roxanneGIRL: (I’m Skeleton) Swoosh! I have a favor to ask!

I never thought I would write this record.

Because I thought that being a secret was something I had to take to my grave.

But now that things have come to this, we can’t be picky about the means and methods.

I asked Suu to come into my bunker and transfer to me the records contained in a secret folder hidden on my computer.

roxanneGIRL: (I’m Skeleton) Send everything in the memoirs – TS – UC folders here.

roxanneGIRL: Oh, and don’t ever go into the South American folder next to it!

I could have left it to Rebecca, but I asked Suu specifically because she’s smarter and more reserved.

Message from COOKIEMONSTER18: Okay! I’ll send it right away. But Skeleton. Why don’t you let me go into the South America folder?

roxanneGIRL : Privacy.

Message from COOKIEMONSTER18: (Swoo disappointed) So this is the kind of woman Skeleton likes······.

roxanneGIRL: (Skeleton innocence) ?

Message from COOKIEMONSTER18: I’ll send you the materials~

“······.”

Let’s not think about unnecessary things.

I cleared my mind and organized the screenshots Suu had sent me.

As expected, it’s still the same.

A page from the past history of the fight with the monster called Woo Min-hee in Palenet.

I’m posting this record now.

In the name of Roxanne Girl, not Skeleton.

roxanneGIRL: To commemorate the first anniversary of the downfall of PaleNet, I’d like to make a confession of conscience.

The required documents are the first-person point of view authentication data saved on the Internet in the past.

And it is a simple but powerful confession.

-I’m actually a very good person.

“······.”

Here are some recommended slave mobilizations.

roxanneGIRL: Swoosh! Please mobilize all the sub-accounts in my bunker and give me some recommendations!

I’d also like to use the Defender siblings’ accounts, but there’s a good chance that their folders will be filled with things that are far more horrifying and bizarre than what’s on my computer, so I’d rather hold off for the sake of Suu’s education.

After a while, a comment was posted.

Anonymous458: What is this?

Is it anonymous 458?

As expected from a pureblood Oldby I recognize, you react quickly.

However, the temperature of the reaction falls short of my expectations.

The ones who showed the reaction I wanted were new friends who were closer to an influx than old friends.

Anonymous1702: What the? Haha …

Anonymous1844: Wow, looking at this really brings back old memories! Palenet was a million times more fun than this crappy bulletin board, lol

Anonymous2033: It’s exactly the heyday of PaleNet, lol. The world was really ruined, but the internet was more fun than ever. lol

As expected, they were PaleNet seeds.

It’s a struggle to cosplay as a normal user while wearing clothes that don’t fit your body.

Anyway, it is clear that the internet character “Eomchang-i” has brought back memories for them.

More and more, probably most of them, killers started posting on my posts, and the number of recommendations also increased in proportion to the number of comments.

And my certification post was listed as a popular post.

It’s a minor point, but here Suu proves once again that she is a better and wiser woman than her mother.

SKELTON: What is it? Umchang-i? What is that······? It’s scary······

You’re making up an alibi that I didn’t even ask you to make.

JUICY – I need to prepare a lot of this guy.

Anyway, in this hot frenzy, today’s main character appears.

Tiring~

A message has arrived.

Message from gijayangban: Hello? ^^

This is Woo Min-hee.

“Valentine, let’s begin.”

But Valentine’s expression is not good.

“Right now······?”

It’s a reaction that was expected, but not revealed here.

This incident is solely due to my greed.

In particular, Valentine’s Day’s mood was not properly taken into consideration.

I have a feeling that I was taking him lightly, without realizing it, because I thought he was a non-combatant and objectively unhelpful to the theme of survival.

In fact, Valentine is feeling the pressure of this mission.

Although he didn’t show it on the outside, when I added another unreasonable plan to my unreasonable plan, he eventually showed his discomfort and anxiety on the outside.

“Ha. If you tell me to do it, I have to do it. I can’t help it.”

Well, I have to spend three days alone in that dark warehouse, doing all sorts of work.

And that too, with the fear that Woo Min-hee might come at any moment.

“······Haa. I’m sorry for rambling on and on, but it seems like it’ll be harder than I thought.”

I feel sorry for him.

But this is something that has to be done.

Not an option.

This is something that must be done now.

I would risk my life for this.

“I will join you too. I will protect this place until the end.”

I wonder if the feeling was properly conveyed, but at least Valentine showed some actions that matched my mood.

“······If Mr. Skeleton says so.”

Valentine took out a faded photo from his bosom with a bitter smile.

“Huh? What is this?”

This is a photo of John Nae-non.

The image of him in his prime, healthy and muscular before being exposed to radiation, was captured along with memories of Valentine and his old subordinates who are now gone.

“Oh, you mean this picture? It’s a member meeting when we were working on the draft of PaleNet.”

“That’s quite a lot?”

There are five, no, six people.

Including a woman standing in the back who didn’t seem to be a main crew member.

“Yes. At that time, Jonnaenon was doing well and Seoul had some leeway. Above all, it was a time when there was still hope that the world would return to how it was before. I thought PaleNet would be a bridge between the devastation of war and the recovery period.”

Each person has one opinion.

I heard an unexpected idea from an unexpected place.

Palenet as a bridge between the devastation of war and the post-war recovery period.

A thought that a person who is obsessed with destruction like me cannot have.

This is an idea that only someone who looks at the world with hope can come up with.

Valentine looked at the photo and said sadly.

“I wish there was an afterlife in this world.”

He stepped into the area littered with shattered debris.

“I would like to have a drink with my old friend there and be evaluated on what I have done.”

It’s heartbreaking not to have any words of comfort for him.

It’s a relationship that was formed by force and out of necessity.

There is no secret phrase I can throw in here.

All I can do is accommodate his mood.

“······If I ever go there, will you include me too?”

“Mr. Skeleton too?”

“Yes. I wish there was a place like that in the other world where they sell raw meat.”

Valentine looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

His expression seemed to be asking how I knew the name of the store.

He raised his fist without saying a word.

Valentine also raised his fist in response and walked into the dark area alone.

“Valentine’s position.”

Hong Da-jeong’s voice is heard over the communicator.

It starts now.

Beyond that slanted door is a magical eye that perceives all comings and goings.

The moment Valentine entered that area, he would have been telegraphed as an intruder and transmitted to Woo Min-hee’s communication equipment in Paju.

But I’ll keep her.

“······.”

Knock knock

roxanneGIRL : Hehe~

This is what Professor and Internet user Skeleton can do.

Message from gijayangban: Who are you? Huh? Tell me the truth~ Do you know who I am? ^^

roxanneGIRL : ?

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

I don’t have any particular illusions about oriental awakening, but here I have to forget myself.

Forget me, forget Buddha, and forget the world.

What remains is another self, separate from me, called Eomchang.

Play that character.

“······.”

Knock knock

roxanneGIRL : Who are you?

roxanneGIRL : By any chance, aunt?

Message from gijayangban: Aunt, okay lol… She’s older than me lol…

roxanneGIRL: Huh? Why are you suddenly angry? Do you know me?

Message from gijayangban: Are you Park Gyu-ji?

“······.”

Woo Min-hee, it looks like you’ve got a firm grip on things.

How dare you call your senior, who is as heavenly as your name, without even using the honorific title of senior.

It’s chilling to think of the violence she’ll face, but this chill is a sign that things are going well.

roxanneGIRL: Yeah, I’m Park Gyu. What are you? Mini? Mini-mini?

roxanneGIRL: Mini who is 10 years younger than me~

roxanneGIRL : My heart is mini~

Message from gijayangban: One more word and I’ll die ^^

roxanneGIRL : ks

Message from gijayangban: ?

roxanneGIRL : Thank you

Message from gijayangban: I’m tracking your IP right now lol…

roxanneGIRL: Even Eom Chang-i is tracking his IQ!

As the breathtaking back-and-forth battle continued, a familiar voice rang out from the radio.

“Arrived.”

It’s Valentine’s Day.

He safely entered the warehouse and got into the vehicle in question.

“I’m going to start operating the equipment now. Don’t disconnect the Wi-Fi. I also have to operate this equipment by following the manual.”

The operation moves into its second phase.

While Valentine sits motionless in the warehouse, operating his equipment from his vehicle, I drop another piece of bait on the internet.

roxanneGIRL : Where Palenet sleeps.jpg

The second clue is in some sense a reminiscent of a lost era.

I have a brief photograph of the old apartment building where my role model, John Nae-non, slept, the stairs leading down to the basement, the iron doors sealed with lead, and the server room filled with light.

I always regret not being able to take a picture of John Nae-non, but I don’t have any regrets because I understand his desire to not have a picture of his current appearance.

What’s important is that it’s a piece of an era that will never return, called PaleNet.

Gruman_B: Was this PaleNet headquarters? It’s a frog.

Anonymous2033: So this is where they run that big server?

Anonymous1702: It was fucked up. It was fucked up. But I was still grateful.

SergentKP: This is amazing.

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Users I don’t know well are getting lost in memories.

Anonymous458: Wow. Was that it?

Dies_irae69 : Damn it. I am what I am.

Keystone: I don’t like it.

Rkkara: Ugh. I’m sorry.

SKELTON : Holy Moly

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Even users I know well remember users who have left.

Of course, there are internet psychopaths in this group, which is a chronic disease of the internet.

MORUS: What is the texture of the leather that was used?

Anonymous1941: That guy must have raped and killed a woman too. I think he did.

KIM_DONG_HUNG : So touching, handsome~! ! ! !

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It’s been a long time since I felt this way.

The Internet is a place where everyone can exist.

The evils of the Internet are not a topic for discussion now.

Let’s see it as it is.

The Internet is also a world where people live.

A world without problems is a figment of our imagination.

Perhaps it’s a phrase describing the world after all humanity has been destroyed by monsters.

The important thing is connection.

“Yes. Communications is online now. Please send a message to Dead Man Walking quickly.”

Connecting people to people.

It may not have been John’s original intention, but it was ultimately a value he traded for his life.

As a successor to the legacy of Jonnae-non, I follow in the footsteps of that giant.

“······.”

Knock knock

roxanneGIRL: As promised, we have launched a large-scale broadcasting transmission and reception facility in Korea.

Now wait.

The answer from the one who conveys the voice of the dead.

“······.”

After that, I was a little worried that Woo Min-hee didn’t show any reaction.

Surely you’re not going straight here?

Surely you didn’t assume from the beginning that Eom Chang-i was Park Gyu and then just made things worse?

“······.”

It already happened.

Let’s just look at the results that will happen later.

Woo Min-hee.

No matter how hysterical Woo Min-hee is, she wouldn’t kill me, right······?

Not to brag, but I’m pretty good at washing my hands and feet.

A message arrived as time passed like ice.

Message from deadman_working: Got it. Then let’s send the stream of the dead man’s voice there.

This guy, can’t sleep?

I guess it’s okay.

The faster the better.

Honestly, I don’t want to meet Woo Min-hee here.

“Skeleton-sama! Here we come! Come on! We’re receiving a lot of radio waves!”

Message from Deadman_working: I’ll send you the Necropolis Manual. This way, anyone can hear and speak the voices of the dead through their phone without having to install any special apps.

Message from deadman_working: But even without that, everyone will do fine. The antenna is on where the voice of the dead reaches.

Message from deadman_working: A thirsty man seeks a well.

roxanneGIRL: Is it okay to operate it for 3 days?

Message from deadman_working: It’s in better condition than I thought, so two days. Two days should be enough.

The flow is good.

Very good.

however.

Message from deadman_working: You said there was a minor issue before, right?

Minor issues?

I checked my inbox.

Did.

He said this.

Message from deadman_working: The voice of the dead provokes monsters.