Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 332



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Episode 332 133. Fair Trade (6)

“Skeleton······?”

I am Jesus, who must have been quite surprised, took off his mask and asked,

A message from CrunchRoll: What? All of a sudden?

“look.”

He pointed to the screen while maintaining a smile.

“The king is also human. Human.”

“?”

I kept typing.

iamjesus : Puppy······. Should we fight?

I hear IAMJESUS ​​taking a step back.

At the same time, the surrounding zombies also show a slightly strange reaction.

Well, I fully realize that this is a crude remark.

But when it comes to conveying sincerity, is there a difference between low-class and not low-class?

Message from CrunchRoll: Did you suddenly take some medicine? This kid kept telling me to come. Why is he suddenly trying to climb up on me?

iamjesus : neunggeum

A message from CrunchRoll: Are you finally going crazy?

“look.”

“what?”

“The King is human too. He’s just an ordinary person. If you tell him something he doesn’t want to hear, he’ll show his true colors right away.”

A slightly stronger light flashed in the eyes of I.M.Jesus, who had taken off his mask, than the light that always lingered there.

I sent a message to my most bittersweet partner, Vivabot.

Message from VIVA_BOT014: Huh? What? You’re Skeleton?

I sent the authentication right away.

Message from VIVA_BOT014: Oh, right. The person next to you is Awaken from the Korean bulletin board.

Message from VIVA_BOT014: What the hell are you doing? Again?!

iamjesus: (Skeleton Serious) Can you make something like a video chat? Something similar to the one Melon Mask used in Live! Apocalypse!

Message from VIVA_BOT014: It’s not that it doesn’t work. Why all of a sudden?

iamjesus: (Skeleton request) This is very important. I want to connect two users.

Message from VIVA_BOT014: I guess it’s not impossible. Do you know what time it is in the US right now?

iamjesus: (Skeleton with tears in his eyes) A ​​spectator like me is enduring this by giving up on Twelve Square······?

Message from VIVA_BOT014: Ha······.

Message from VIVA_BOT014: (VIVA bot sighs) Is this the last time?

That’s how IAMJESUS ​​- KING’s dedicated line was connected.

The start was hot.

Two masked men entered the meeting, each with their own monitor screen.

“Hey. What did this kid do? He even uses this function.”

King, who had been shouting with his mask on, suddenly stopped talking.

The expression is hidden behind the mask, but it is probably a smile.

Found me.

“Oh. Is that so?”

I lightly patted the shoulder of I.M.Jesus, who was frozen like a frog in front of a snake while looking at the king.

“hurry.”

Is there any proverb that applies to almost everything as much as the saying, “Well begun is half done?”

“Ah, ah, ah.”

With his father’s face on, I.M.Jesus is about to take his first, long-awaited steps.

“······Niam.”

The reason birds are beautiful is because they are beautiful when they first leave the nest.

Since we humans cannot become like birds, we have no choice but to live in this world, stumbling and falling a little ugly.

“Stop sending me weird messages. You girls. You’re all ugly!”

“What? This idiot?! Don’t you know who I am? How many people are under me?”

“I, I also have tens of thousands of zombies!”

Whatever the form, the King of the Dead and the King of the Living were connected.

This is a story of opening the floodgates.

It is up to them to decide what kind of current flows through that waterway.

“······.”

In the corner of the screen, I try to read hope from the King’s secretly raised thumb.

*

“Oh. Really?”

It is said that Jeon Sang-hee was surprisingly an ordinary office worker before the war.

He was neither a trained soldier nor an ordinary abolitionist who would seem to have nothing to do with shooting, but in the torrent of destruction, he proved time and time again that he was better suited to survive than others.

“It’s more intact than I thought······.”

But it seems clear to me that luck played a significant role.

“That’s a bit hard to believe.”

Even though he has such a biased attitude and a personality that doesn’t hesitate to make decisions based on short-sighted opinions, he has managed to get to his current position.

Well, before the war, people like that ate well and lived well.

I don’t think there’s any need to convince that kind of person.

Because they are people whose egos are too big to change their minds after listening to others.

But these people are also incredibly quick to follow the trend.

It seems to be like that because it is in the form of a situation, not in the form of language.

In a broad sense, the two may not be all that different.

“Oh. Skeleton.”

King is the one who creates and moves the trend.

“What do you think?”

People like Jeon Sang-hee will never be able to see the King smiling openly while wearing a mask.

“I ate one properly, but it wasn’t bad.”

He offered me a drink.

“It’s getting dark?”

“Stay overnight and go.”

“I wish they wouldn’t include women like before.”

“of course.”

“By the way, how is the kid you brought with you?”

“They say that at first it seems quiet, but once you get used to it, it becomes wild and wild.”

“Well, I don’t have that feeling.”

Bringing Suu seems to have been an appropriate choice.

There were some minor issues along the way though.

But from now on, we’ll have to keep an appropriate distance.

“I hear there’s a problem with the successor.”

He asked, gently swirling the glass the King had given him.

It’s a sensitive topic, but I guess it’s acceptable now.

The king nodded without much resistance.

“Wherever you go, there are those bastards who try to take advantage of what others have worked hard to achieve.”

“I heard that some fanatics were also involved.”

“Jeon Sang-hee. That bastard with the mouth. Did he go that far?”

“Well, thanks to that I can bring this up.”

The king sighed.

“Well, it’s the usual power struggle.”

“okay?”

“We always fought.”

The king stared at the metal cylinder sitting in a corner of his room.

If I remember correctly, the cylinder contained his predecessor, now a zombie.

However, the reason I completely forgot about the existence of the cylinder recently is probably because I didn’t feel any special movement inside the cylinder.

The King did not look at the cylinder, but his gaze beyond the mask was fixed on the same era as the man inside the cylinder.

“Even when we were rebuilding this trashy city from the ruins of a small plundering group, there was constant fighting. You know, wherever you go? People who always want to be the leader. People who want to make their own decisions.”

“I guess so.”

Even in the neighborhood apartment complex, fights over the position of the representative are a daily occurrence.

In fact, the king was on the verge of death due to internal strife.

He barely managed to survive by awakening his Awaken ability just before his death and came to this position.

The problem is that the price is slowly approaching, but it seems clear that for him, struggle is an inseparable part of life.

“It happens all the time. There are kids who are making a fuss down there right now. Even if the scale has gotten a little bigger, it’s still good.”

“The cult organization is quite large. It started out small, but its numbers are growing. The number of people who came over from North Korea is also large. It is not something to be taken lightly.”

“I’m not an easy guy either.”

King looked across the table at the laptop.

“But I think he could do better.”

“Are you talking about I am Jesus?”

“huh.”

“How was it? How did you feel about talking to that friend?”

I’m a little curious.

What did King get out of that messy conversation?

“It was nothing special. Really.”

“okay?”

I stared at him.

King noticed the meaning of my gaze and lifted his chin.

It’s a gesture to ask you to speak.

“······I sent a ton of strange messages to IAMJESUS.”

“Oh, that?”

“It was almost at the level of spam mail.”

“Is that so?”

This guy.

I hardly ever post on message boards so I had no idea how they used the internet but honestly looking at what they did to IamJesus it was complete spam, nothing to add or subtract.

And that’s the lowest form of adult advertising.

“We were just talking among ourselves, but did you really think that IAMJESUS ​​would come over if you sent something like that?”

“No, but isn’t it true that all women can’t use their legs? Unless they’re gay, all men like women, right?”

“I don’t think it’s something that can be determined so uniformly.”

“No, men are supposed to like women unconditionally. That idiot Jeon Si-Hoon who doesn’t call had a girlfriend, right?”

“······.”

It’s certainly not just IAMJESUS ​​that needs education.

Even kings need to learn internet etiquette.

As a skilled instructor, he occasionally tipped a glass of wine to the King and told him the virtues he should be mindful of.

“The ugliest thing on the Internet is bragging. Even if you think you’re great, you have to be humble on the Internet.”

Just like me.

“And you shouldn’t force the other person. I’m saying don’t give orders. If there’s something you don’t like, you can tell them, but you can’t tell them what to do about it. Unlike in real life, on the Internet, you can just block that person and never see them again, right?”

I talked about basic Internet etiquette, as well as valuable information I gained through organizing my desktop.

“I am Jesus. He doesn’t really like women with big breasts. And his taste is a bit strange······.”

“Oh. Is that so? I am Jesus. This kid. Is that his taste? I should find a woman like that right now.”

“No, even if you know what they like, don’t be too pushy. Let them open their heart little by little.”

And then I tell you the most important thing.

“I mean, I don’t know why, but from the beginning I had a feeling the story would go well.”

“Huh. Why do you think so?”

The king shows interest.

It’s a very basic prediction.

The one who started this incident was I.M.Jesus himself.

The story began when he sent me a message.

“······I am Jesus, that guy. He must have been very lonely. He endured it for a long time, but he couldn’t put it off any longer, so he sent me a message again.”

In short, even if it wasn’t me, if someone had given me the right opportunity, IAMJESUS ​​might have come out of that cold city again.

Of course not King.

Although it did eventually lead to a connection with the King, that connection would not have been possible without the catalyst that was the country.

In that sense, I can’t say I have any credit at all.

“By the way, that gold bar. You don’t need it, do you?”

“You take it.”

So, the King must have simply given me that large gold bar as a gift.

But even amidst this series of good trends, there is a worry that looms like a dark cloud.

“I am Jesus. What do you think?”

A question that has been raised from the beginning.

This is the qualification theory of IAMJESUS.

King answered that question without much thought.

“What the heck? It’s exactly as you said. It’s really bad. It’s bad.”

The king laughed out loud.

“Then isn’t it dangerous?”

The king shook his head and looked straight at me.

I can’t see what expression he’s making behind the mask, but he’s definitely smiling.

“I was also a loser.”

“okay?”

“How about you? Skeleton?”

“Me?”

Well, it’s embarrassing to say it myself, but let me tell you the truth.

“I was an ace from the start.”

“It was a waste.”

“what?”

“That’s also a delisting.”

“?”

I don’t remember much of what happened after that, probably because I was drunk.

I feel like I’ve been talking nonsense.

From women’s tastes to light-hearted jokes, daily life before the war, and plans for the future, etc.

I don’t remember King’s grand plans for the future, but I vaguely remember talking about my small plans for the future, even through my terrible hangover.

I think I said something like this.

“I will be the last human being in Shangri-La.”

I’m not sure what Shangri-La is.

Maybe he’s talking about the survivable zone between the cracks that I heard from Woo Min-hee a while ago.

I wish the point where the limits between those cracks overlap was my domain.

“Skeleton! Look at this! King gave me a lot of juicy-!”

At least it is certain that the gains from this trip will be large.

I got a gold nugget and Suu got a bunch of various juices – a bunch of jujubes.

“I like it here.”

However, it may not be all good for Rebecca.

It seems like they both forgot.

The fact that a girl with many dreams always yearns for a glamorous city.

“······I wish I could live with Skeleton.”

“What about Mom?”

“It’s because I don’t say anything, Mom is getting more and more annoyed. Really.”

As before, the king did not see us off.

I’m not feeling well in the morning, so let’s just let it be.

The guy’s mind was already confirmed through a pointless conversation over a drink.

Tenaciously and persistently, King will persuade and discipline IAMJESUS.

Just like the struggle he repeated throughout his life.

“Good morning. As promised, I’ll take you somewhere nearby.”

We left the city in Jeon Sang-hee’s armored vehicle.

But then I noticed that the street was filled with people moving busily, smelling something burning, and there was a long line of onlookers.

Did something happen?

“What is it?”

I asked Jeon Sang-hee.

Jeon Sang-hee rubbed the bridge of her nose and spoke as if it was no big deal.

“It appears that the journalist I told you about yesterday has died.”

“is it so?”

“It’s a common thing here.”

I looked blankly at Jeon Sang-hee.

He glanced at me and asked me back.

“What, is there a problem?”

“No. Nothing.”

This gentleman, didn’t you say yesterday that King’s position was in danger because of that gentleman who was a former reporter?

In order to live under the illusion that you are smart, it seems that you need to keep changing your thoughts and positions.

Anyway, we left the last city again, each with our own story.

I look at the countless smoke billowing into the distance and think.

Someday, all that smoke will disappear.

After a few springs have passed and summer has come.

In the meantime, will we be able to continue to survive like this peacefully for a long time?

One thing is certain.

The cylinder where the King’s predecessor had stayed was empty.