Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 331



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Episode 331 133. Fair Trade (5)

It may be a bit new, but let’s take a closer look at the person called I AM JESUS.

He comes from a single-parent family with only his father.

There is no contact with other blood relatives such as grandparents.

I am Jesus’s temperament is rather weak, and he does not have the courage or will to actively confront the external environment.

There is only the courage to live as given and to express a little dissatisfaction within it.

Patience is a virtue, but patience can also be a double-edged sword.

In such an environment or condition that should never be tolerated, patience is ultimately nothing more than a curse that is inflicted upon oneself.

I am Jesus’ father is a controversial person.

He is a so-called pseudo-religious leader who is known for harassing numerous female followers and creating various scandals.

Fortunately, he did not spare financial support, but he did not seem to love his son that much.

Like any timid parent, he did the bare minimum he could as a father and made no attempt to actively communicate with his child or bring about change.

Personally, I don’t find IAMJESUS ​​a very attractive person.

He lacked in looks, personality, and friendliness, and he didn’t even try to hide his shortcomings and expand his influence by emphasizing his strengths.

He was always locked in his own world and immersed in it.

In the darkness brought about by war, the boy was imprisoned for nearly three years.

Anyone who has spent time on the bulletin board with him will know his mental world well.

A broken and shattered soul.

I met him.

I pulled him out of the bunker and reached out to him.

But in the end, I.M.Jesus discovered his true potential and wished to remain in the city of the dead where he lived with his father.

I turned around without any hesitation.

However, it’s not like Jeon Sang-hee didn’t have any worries at all.

As I left the city of death, I also had concerns about whether the immature soul called I.M.Jesus would be able to grow properly.

I’ve sent a few messages to IAMJESUS ​​since then.

One-sided messages don’t last long.

After being ignored several times, I, like everyone else, completely forgot about the existence of IAMJESUS ​​and didn’t care much about it.

All I did was ask how you were doing during the harsh winter.

That friend appeared in front of me again.

In a way I had vaguely anticipated, but never wanted to see.

“Skeleton. My stuff. Did you bring it?”

His voice became deeper, but his tone became more muffled.

The habit of speaking in fragments and slurred speech, along with the inverted human-faced mask, made the bulletin board friend called I Am Jesus look even more inhuman.

“······.”

Where and how should I start to solve this?

The king’s face appears before my eyes.

First of all, it’s a story.

Let’s talk.

“There are few things in the world that can be communicated through words. But not talking means not even trying to start. Talk a lot. Don’t always assume that you won’t get through and give up. When you have a chance to talk, try. If that doesn’t work, it’s not too late to swing your fists.”

This is the teaching of my teacher, Jang Gi-yeong.

He talked a lot of nonsense, but he also said a lot of right things.

For now, let’s try telling a story following Jang Gi-yeong’s example.

IamJesus guided me to his room.

A dark, dark room.

It was a pitch-black room, with blackout curtains and other items meticulously blocking out even the corners of the window frames to prevent any light from entering.

The only thing that illuminates the darkness is the analog TV in the center, emitting gray-white noise, and the softly glowing eyes of the zombies lined up like statues on either side of the room.

“······.”

Among the zombies lined up with their arms crossed like stone statues, there was a familiar face.

For some reason, Chairman Je-Pung-Ho, who was wearing a Santa hat, was also selected as one of the spectators watching the game play of I am Jesus.

“Haha! This! It’s been a really long time!”

I am Jesus skillfully connected the game console I brought and inserted the game software called a ROM pack into the game console.

“It was the first time my dad brought it.”

When I turn on the game, Japanese, which I am not very familiar with, appears before my eyes.

I’ve been watching IAMJESUS ​​play games for a while.

I was no different from the zombies watching us from both sides, just looking at IAMJESUS ​​without saying a word.

The first time he spoke was when I.M.Jesus killed the guy who seemed to be the boss.

“How have you been?”

“well.”

I am Jesus answered, sticking out his tongue.

“well?”

“Yeah. There were a lot of them all over the city. I looked for them with my friends.”

“okay?”

“huh.”

“Winter?”

“Winter? It was cold.”

I am Jesus made a shuddering motion.

That’s all.

He doesn’t tell us how he survived the winter or what he felt.

He doesn’t even try to tell me what he’s thinking or what he’s going to do right now.

He just enjoys this time without thinking about anything.

I saw the expression on I am Jesus’ face.

The eyes were hidden behind the hideous mask, but the mouth of the lower body revealed beneath it was tightly shut like that of the zombies surrounding it.

“······.”

Is it not fun?

There is nothing more frustrating than dealing with someone and trying to get something from them and not having them say anything.

However, he is not someone you can force a conversation with, nor is he someone who can respond to that kind of coercion.

I looked around the room quietly.

“hmm?”

There’s something interesting.

It’s a laptop.

“Can I use the internet for a moment?”

“Internet?”

“huh.”

“I need to check something for a moment.”

“what?”

“Dongtan Mom, I just wanted to check if this kid is alive.”

“Uh. Uh. Do it. Do it.”

The hand that moves the pad becomes busy.

Looks like we’re probably going to do the difficult part.

I turned on my laptop, leaving IAMJESUS ​​behind, and looked at the screen.

There are several pictures scattered around the desktop.

In the past, it was said that a person’s clothes and behavior were a mirror of that person, but in the 21st century, one more thing was added and it was also said that a computer desktop was a mirror that reflected that person.

That wallpaper – I am Jesus’ wallpaper based on the theory of mirroring human nature is chaos itself.

The desktop was covered with a mess of photos that could not possibly be grouped into a single category: horrible corpse mutilations, pornography that was too obscene to even speak of, hilarious animated characters and cool game characters, news clippings of his father, various pictures of his pet dogs, a female animated character that was probably drawn by him but was not very well drawn, and so on.

“Hey. I am Jesus.”

“huh.”

“Aren’t you going to clean up your desktop?”

“Desktop?”

“Yeah. Even if a man doesn’t clean his room, he should clean his desktop.”

For reference, my desktop only has two icons: Skeleton Folder and Viva! Apocalypse!

The image I chose as my desktop background is of a muscular warrior holding a pair of axes and standing with his back to the front, which I created using AI. At the bottom left of the screen is the signature of the AI ​​image creator, Skeleton.

“Oh, really? Do I have to do it?”

I am Jesus looked back at me with shining eyes.

For a moment I felt a bit of a refreshing shock.

It was said without much thought or meaning.

I thought that nagging someone to clean up their desktop was something that could be said to someone you weren’t that close to.

However, I.M.Jesus reacts with surprise to this trivial remark.

It may not seem like much, but in that moment, I saw a glimmer of hope.

Even a friend who seems broken at first glance might be able to communicate.

“Should I do it?”

“Oh, I can do it.”

Well, I found a point of contact.

His father probably never found him.

“Do you like this kind of thing?”

Start small.

“Oh, this is. A bit. Just for show.”

“Well, what do you think? A man can see things like this. Let’s sort it out in one go?”

“······.”

Organizing your desktop is similar to cleaning.

It’s a common practice and often overlooked, but it’s something that must be done.

Just by keeping the surroundings neat and tidy, people gain psychological comfort, relaxation, and sometimes even a sense of refreshment.

I think the desktop is similar too.

Even a foreign substance that catches the eye for a moment leaves a mark on the mind when accumulated.

It was as if I was being weighed down by a heavy stone.

“Hey. What is this? What are you going to do with this saved thing?”

As you organize, try to expand the scope of what you can do.

“What are you going to do with seeing someone die? There are dead people everywhere. They don’t rot, but most of them just rot away. They don’t leave a trace.”

“This, this. Just. Out of curiosity.”

“Are you going to erase this?”

“Uh, yeah.”

There is one thing I feel anew.

Our bulletin board is not a very good place for educational materials.

I vaguely knew it and understood it in my head, but it didn’t hit home for me because I didn’t have any children to teach, and the fact that the children around me grew up to be good people probably played a big part.

The bulletin board has had a lot of negative effects on IAMJESUS.

His photos were full of not only new toxic users that I’ve been blocking frequently lately, but also not-so-nice photos from toxic users that are no longer around.

The woman who died from being raped was unfortunately a common type of person that IAMJESUS ​​saved.

I don’t think it’s necessary to point it out.

These twisted habits cannot be corrected by pointing them out and criticizing them.

It passed without a word.

Instead, I found some good material.

“What is this?”

It’s a family photo.

In the faded family photo, a small church that wasn’t even a separate building but rather took up only a corner of a commercial building was in the background, with I.M.Jesus’ father, who was younger and more alive than I knew, I.M.Jesus in his childhood, and an unknown woman standing together in harmony.

“Father and mother?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“When was this taken?”

Only then did I look at the mask of I AM JESUS.

It is something that has been deliberately ignored and avoided mentioning until now.

“Why did you make that with my father’s face?”

I think now is the time to talk about it.

Perhaps because it was a heavy question, I.M.Jesus kept his mouth shut and stared at the family photo.

After a while, he opened his mouth.

“just.”

A lukewarm answer.

I didn’t expect an answer anyway.

I think that just bringing it up as a topic of conversation is a sufficient success compared to the initial feeling of being overwhelmed.

Click- click-

I’ve almost cleaned up the photos that were cluttering my desktop.

I saved what needed to be saved, put away what needed to be put away, and deleted what needed to be deleted.

All that’s left are several family photos that will never return.

Look at one of those pictures.

The photo, which was likely taken by I.M.Jesus’ father, shows I.M.Jesus, still a young boy, playing with an old game console even by the standards of the time.

And not just one, but several.

I feel my father’s love in those many numbers.

And the fact that the photo still stands tall amidst the cluttered desktop shows that the child loved his father.

The human mind has been likened to the poles of a magnet, which is similar but not an accurate representation.

Just because there is a S pole and a N pole doesn’t mean that people’s hearts stick together like magnets.

Even among family members who should be the closest, this is no exception.

“I have something to say.”

It’s time to start organizing things.

Night is coming.

I became convinced that staying here any longer would not make any progress.

“The King sent me here.”

I am Jesus looking at me blankly.

Soon he lowered his head and muttered.

“······I thought so.”

There’s something the King didn’t tell me.

“······.”

Click-

Logged in with IAMJESUS’ account.

Hundreds of messages are left unread.

The sender of that message is.

A message from CrunchRoll: Hey, I am Jesus! How long are you going to be stuck there?

Message from CrunchRoll: How about this? You like it? Just come here and I’ll send it right over.

Message from CrunchRoll: What’s a little boy doing stuck in a place like that? What else can he do but hit his daughter? Just come here.

Message from CrunchRoll: There is a time for sex. You can’t do it when you get older! Now is the best time lol

A message from CrunchRoll: Had a drink.

Message from CrunchRoll: (Photo)

…

…

He is king.

Oh, you sent a love call in a really sticky style.

King, like his father, who was turned inside out by IAMJESUS, appears to lack communication skills.

So, that means they are both still immature.

Kingdo, I am Jesus too.

“What is this? Did you send this?”

IAMJESUS ​​also sent a reply to King.

Against the King’s living woman, a dead woman.

My doubts have been somewhat resolved.

A mystery about female zombies in various costumes, including Jane.

But is that necessary?

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to show off this skeleton’s communication skills here.

iamjesus : Mmmmm~

“Skeleton? What are you doing?”

Sent a message to the king.

A message from CrunchRoll: Oh! Jesus! It’s been a while! Mmmmm!

iamjesus : Mmmmm!

A message from CrunchRoll: Mmmmm!

“Look carefully.”

I tapped away at the keyboard with a big smile.

“······.”

Knock knock

iamjesus : niam