Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 352



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Hiding a House in the Apocalypse Episode 358

146. Miscellaneous

It’s quite common for an ending you expected to end blandly.

An Seung-hwan and his friends acted like adults before the war.

“Thank you so much for saving my day.”

In front of others, he bows his head politely, but when it comes to important matters, he ambiguously postpones and avoids mentioning them.

“······.”

I didn’t really pressure him.

You could ask persistent questions, but that would be unwise and counterproductive.

“What a bunch of annoying guys.”

The Defender team members expressed their disapproval, but this was to be expected.

I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with just seeing Ahn Seung-hwan lower his head with a stiff, displeased expression.

“But can’t we somehow get by without them? Honestly, if we have the captain, I think we can do well without them?”

One of the Defender team members asks me:

He appears to be a hunter who has never experienced a Chinese battlefield.

He stopped walking, looked back at him and the rest of the hunters, and spoke clearly.

“No. Regular Awakening is a must.”

It’s literal.

You can’t win a big monster war without regular Awakening.

This time, the medium-sized monster we faced was specialized for away, but normally, monsters above medium size are not our hunters’ opponents.

Most medium-sized species are combat-type.

The “battle” we are talking about here is not the small-scale skirmishes or hunting that we usually engage in.

It tells the story of a battlefield battle with incredible firepower and destruction.

Like the Annihilator type we faced before, they project merciless firepower over a wide area.

This means that without the protection of a reflective field, it would be impossible to even approach and would evaporate.

In that merciless net, I am just one of the ordinary victims.

“There is no need to rush. We have only succeeded in one operation.”

What’s important is presenting possibilities.

The ability to kill monsters without a regular awakening.

If we continue to prove this fact, the regular Awakens who are hiding under the signboard of Main will have no choice but to unlock themselves and stand on the front lines with us.

Moreover, the center of the incident has shifted to somewhere other than our hunter.

Bang! Tata ta tang!

Boom! Boom!

As the shopping mall, the cult’s main stronghold, sank in an explosion, soldiers invaded the cult’s territory.

It’ll probably be more of a mop-up battle than a battle, but it’ll probably be pretty long.

That doesn’t mean I’m any less busy.

I haven’t finished unpacking yet.

There are things that need to be thrown away.

*

The house that Woo Min-hee provided me with was a renovated official residence from an old villa.

It is a small complex consisting of four five-story buildings, and is the most intact complex in the surrounding area that has turned into ruins. Since it is an old building, it has its own air-raid shelter and was used as an official residence.

“This is a pretty good spot.”

The caretaker of the residence guided me around, acting coy.

The reason it is called a geomantic site is because there is a half-collapsed apartment complex to the east.

When asked if it wasn’t actually bad to block out the sunlight, the manager waved his hand and answered.

“If the artillery fire comes, that apartment complex will protect us.”

My residence was on the 5th floor of a 5-story building. It was a spacious, roughly cleaned and organized space, and all the stuff I had brought with me was neatly organized in boxes.

I checked the condition of the article.

About 25 pyeong by eye.

It’s a typical South Korean preferred layout with 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms, but because they forced 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms into the small space, all the spaces looked cramped.

One of the bathrooms was unused and converted into a storage room, but surprisingly, the plumbing in the other one was working.

Swaaaahh …

I tried the shower and the water pressure was amazing.

It appears that the building itself has undergone a major overhaul, including the installation of a new pump.

Although Woo Min-hee does not live in this residence, it is said that many important figures of the new Seoul live there.

Kim Byeong-cheol, who is currently leading the campaign to eradicate fanatics, and even the regular Awaken who is now avoiding me are among the residents here.

However, unlike me who lives in Building B, the Awakens live in Building D which is slightly further away.

Unlike us, the ghost apartment complex next door doesn’t block the view, but it doesn’t block the gunfire either, but hey, it’s Awaken, so I guess they’ll figure it out.

Before the war, there was a perception that the top floor was the royal floor, but it was a little different here.

The first and second floors are treated as royal floors.

Because there is no elevator.

By the way, I have quite a lot of luggage.

I thought there wasn’t much because I didn’t bring a lot of things like guns, ammunition, and food, but when I see all of them piled up in the empty house, I’m worried about when I’ll ever be able to organize them all.

There are three main things I brought with me.

One is clothing.

We’ve prepared a variety of winter gear to prepare for the coming cold wave.

It looks like you brought it even though it wasn’t really necessary since you’ll be actively doing a lot of outdoor activities unlike when you were in the bunker.

The fact that the luggage is carried by someone other than me is also a major cause of overloading.

In addition, because winter clothing is bulkier than other clothing, the effect of making it look like you have a lot of luggage cannot be ignored.

I don’t really regret packing winter gear.

Let us keep in mind that cold was the greatest enemy that we humans fought in the dawn of time.

The second category is also the Internet.

Satellite equipment.

To be exact, I brought along two laptops, a transformer, batteries, and other supplies to enjoy a smart internet life, including the second season of “Melon Mask’s Star-Gazing Obelisk.”

The Internet is now an indispensable part of Park Gyu’s life, like another life, so let’s skip any commentary on it.

But these first and second burdens are nothing compared to the third.

The third item is junk.

According to the master of organization, if there is something that a person has not used in a year, it can be thrown away.

Even if you’ve never thought about that item, and if you don’t feel anything when you look at it after a year, the organizing master emphasized with a thumbs-up while looking at the camera that it’s an item that you definitely need to throw away.

I was a master of organization during my school days.

Because there was nothing that could be called luggage.

All of the family’s belongings were burned and they had no property left.

Since I was prepared to die from the moment I entered school, I didn’t want to have to carry around a lot of burden.

But as people age, as I began to accumulate wealth and more space to store it, I began to store unnecessary things in the bunker.

In times when materials were scarce, we rationalized that we would desperately need everything, but things we never used were not used very often even in times of destruction.

Those things were shoved into a corner of the garage, the most representative of which were amplifiers and speakers for outdoor events.

I want to turn back the clock and ask my past self why on earth I bought something like this.

Well, there must have been a reason for buying it.

I am an individualist, but I remember buying it for a lot of money and paying 12 monthly installments to use it as a tool for control and direction when I had to lead a large number of people.

For example, you might wear it when doing a gymnastics event in the morning.

I imagined myself standing on stage, shouting commands and demonstrating the skills of a skilled instructor while dozens of survivors followed suit.

Perhaps my teacher Jang Gi-yeong had a lot of influence behind this absurd impulse buying.

I don’t know about anything else, but Jang Ki-young’s morning exercise commands were not inferior to those of the legendary national exercise commands.

Oh, there’s one more thing.

When death is imminent, a large speaker is installed outdoors, set to maximum output, and the will is broadcast to the outside world.

“······.”

It would be better to exchange this for goods.

Besides the big speakers, there’s plenty of other odds and ends.

One of them is a set of 12 whale-shark dolls.

This product is literally stuffed animals of 12 different whales and sharks, and upon opening it again, I can see that the quality is quite good.

It’s good quality.

It’s also made in Korea.

But, even if I asked my past self why I bought this, it would be difficult to get an answer.

Was it really something you bought with money in the first place?

No matter how much I used to be prone to impulse buying and how much I lost a human connection when I applied for a revolving credit card bill, this is something I still find difficult to understand no matter how many times I think about it.

The king’s jar that I bought for a whopping 550,000 won at a department store was at least used as a decoration.

By the way, the king’s jar was also brought here.

It’s unlikely to sell very well, but you could try bartering it for a bit of sugar or medicine.

I didn’t plan on bringing in odds and ends from the beginning.

The original plan was to only go physically.

Because Woo Min-hee promised to provide all the weapons, food, and other amenities.

In fact, the first things I prepared were only the first and second items mentioned above, and I didn’t even pack the miscellaneous items.

But when the helicopter pilot asked me to stand by for a moment, I had some free time, so I thought about the junk I had left in the corner of the garage and hurriedly packed it up and loaded it onto the helicopter.

I thought that there would be a lot of people in the new Seoul, and that it would be a good idea to exchange the items that were being thrown away for useful ones.

I was roughly unpacking my bags and sweating over the most important internet setup, constantly readjusting the position of the obelisk to carefully catch the best space signals.

dripping-

Someone is knocking on the door.

Are you a manager?

As I opened the door, recalling memories of ordering delivery food from inside a container house before the war, warm food appeared, indeed.

“It’s a midnight snack today. The support team asked me to send it specially.”

Probably Woo Min-hee.

Although she has personality problems, she is a woman who clearly expresses her gratitude.

Well, it’s extremely rare for her to be grateful.

Still, if our Woo Min-hee feels grateful, it seems certain that this matter is being resolved better than I imagined.

In any case, it is the fate of the new Seoul, which is located right below the crack, not Sejong, to save at least one regular Awaken.

The food that was delivered was a little fried chicken and potatoes.

Given the circumstances, I wouldn’t expect something like a batter mixed with seasoning powder to taste good, but since it’s food I haven’t had in a long time, it tastes good.

Come to think of it, the oil in my area ran out a long time ago.

It’s not that I didn’t stock up on cooking oil, but I don’t like cooking with oil and I expected to run out of ingredients, so I only stocked up on small amounts.

Bang Jae-hyeok’s mother brought some oil, but it was for those people to eat.

I plan to use that once in a while on a good day.

So, I guess it would be better to have one for myself too.

[ Cooking oil ]

I saved it on my phone.

That is, something to be gained by selling odds and ends.

Since currency itself has become meaningless, most transactions are conducted in the form of barter.

There was a time in the early and mid-war when cigarettes took the place of currency, but cigarettes surprisingly have a short shelf life and disappear when smoked.

When cigarettes disappeared, ammunition, which was used as a bartering tool along with cigarettes, filled the void left by cigarettes, but ammunition is not a distant cousin of cigarettes.

If you just look at the fact that it kills and consumes people.

“Barter?”

The next day I asked the caretaker of the residence about a place where I could barter.

Not surprisingly, the marketplace now stands beneath The Hope, a true landmark in its own right.

There will probably be quite a lot of stuff.

I returned to the official residence and saw the clutter piled up separately in the narrow living room.

They are still meaningless and uninspiring things.

*

Yeah, yeah–

Yeah yeah—

I woke up in the early morning.

There was a familiar sound, a devil falling from the sky.

This expression was borrowed from the Chinese who were on the battlefield.

Abandoned people who live in extreme conditions under daily bombardment used such expressions.

I woke up on time.

Boom! Kwakwakwak!!!

The shells are falling.

Whyeeeeeeeeeeee—-

The emergency siren sounded only after the shells fell.

Whew Whew Whew–

Yeah yeah—

Judging by the sound of the shells falling, this is not the low-level warlord that Diesirae was dealing with.

It is the work of a powerful warlord with a regular artillery force.

I immediately got dressed and assessed the situation.

Boom! Boom!

The shells keep falling.

It doesn’t look like it will stop easily.

Evacuation is the priority.

The first thing I packed was, of course, internet equipment.

Since then I’ve packed my winter clothes and given up on the rest.

It’s just a mess anyway.

Woof—-

The shells are falling.

be near.

thud!

A shock wave can be heard from the next room.

*

It is said that the ones who carried out the bombardment all night were, as expected, pro-Kwangyul warlords.

When the fanatics in Hanam were wiped out, they fired shells in retaliation.

Of course, the government will not sit idly by.

I will retaliate in some way.

Of course, that’s the job of the soldiers, not our hunters.

“Senior, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

I climbed the stairs of the debris-strewn official residence while receiving communication from Woo Min-hee.

Just to see if there’s anything to salvage.

“It’s okay. But why do you worry so much about me?”

“Well, that’s because I have high expectations of my senior.”

“okay?”

“So, try harder from now on, Eomchang-ah.”

“Who is Eomchang? The new hunter······.”

Before I could say anything, the communication was cut off.

That guy Woo Min-hee, he’s thinking of making me a total idiot.

That’s right, but it’s a big deal.

As I headed towards my official residence with a bitter smile on my face, my footsteps stopped.

There is a person.

Someone I don’t know.

He slowly revealed himself, holding a gun, feeling sorry for his bitter smile fading away.

There were children.

Shabby and covered in black grime on his face.

An orphan, or a child of a refugee.

Anyway, kids who didn’t seem to be well off were messing with my junk.

The king’s jar and the large speaker were destroyed, but the set of 12 dolls remained.

The children were playing with the doll.

And with a very happy face.

“Oh, is this your house?”

One of the children asks, looking at me with eyes mixed with fear as I suddenly appear.

I said this as I watched the smiles on their faces, the ones I thought I would never see again, disappear.

“······Take it.”

He turned around with a short remark.

Soon the children left the residence, each holding their dolls and watching me.

The moment it disappeared from sight, children’s laughter erupted.

In that bright chorus, I found myself exclaiming in admiration.

“ah.”

Now I remember.

I bought it to make a living.

Those dolls were limited edition seasonal items from famous works.

It was bought with the intention of doing so-called “resale”.

“······.”

I don’t think it was intentional, but I think it’s an appropriate resale.

The faint smile on my lips is the receipt.

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