Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 63



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39. Campaign (4)

Bam.

The gun fell to the floor.

He retrieved the gun with his free hand, removed the bullet, and searched the body while aiming the gun behind the ear.

“······eww.”

Park Sang-min chewed his lips with a pale face.

Is it something to be so embarrassed about?

Strictly speaking, I had that in mind from the beginning.

This guy made me feel sorry for him and let my guard down, and then threatened me with a gun and drove me to my death.

It’s a story full of clichés, unlike his unique life story.

“······.”

What should I do?

It would be right to kill.

That’s probably the most reasonable option.

The problem is the method.

I don’t really want to use a gun.

If a gunshot rings out and a body with a hole in it is found, there will be some noise coming out and it might get on Woo Min-hee’s nerves.

“Turn around.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Park Hunter. This is a misunderstanding. I’m trying to do an intimidation against the capsule, that is, a false shot······.”

puck!

He struck his shoulder mercilessly with the grip of his pistol.

“Ahh!”

“Walk forward.”

“What, what are you trying to do?”

“from now on.”

I turned my gaze to the floor.

There’s a spider type inside the Capitol here.

That’s for sure.

As Park Sang-min said, it is a bit of a bother to pour out servants without even establishing a base, but the traces of servants are undeniable evidence of a spider type.

Maybe it’s an entity with a new pattern we don’t know about.

It’s a little-known fact, but monsters change their patterns quite often.

Of course, I won’t deny the possibility that the Spider-Type is a fictional being that exists only in my imagination.

Even in that case, there is insurance.

Just wake up the capsule.

However, since it is a rather cumbersome process, it was put off as a last option.

Park Sang-min was driven towards the trail of spiderlings that continued on the floor.

I learned the method of leading people to death by instilling fear in silence from my senior, Baek Seung-hyun.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Park Sang-min opened his mouth with difficulty.

Permitted.

At least I plan to let him talk as he pleases while he’s walking.

“I feel sorry for you too. I understand that you are angry. I don’t know why I did that. I guess it was a burden.”

“······.”

“Have you seen my mother outside? I talked about her earlier, and it’s true. She’s really strong. It might be a tautology, but I’m a small ball that my mother threw. It means that the vector value is determined from the moment she throws it.”

“······.”

“Where on earth are you taking me?”

As it happened, the hallway extended into a dark place.

“······excuse me.”

I turned on the lantern to illuminate the road ahead.

The scenery has changed.

There is a “spider web”.

I’m talking about the erosion that spider types create in their bases, not the webs that real spiders spin.

The corridors that should have been straight began to twist at some point, and the ground itself appeared to be raised, with gray-white protrusions rising up from the floor, ceiling, and walls, creating an optical illusion that made one question the validity of gravity.

This is the spider web that makes the spider type impregnable.

It’s clear that it hasn’t been that long since they settled down.

A perfect spider web is not only dazzling, it is so bizarre that it makes you forget the direction of gravity.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Is there another way?”

“If you kill me, you won’t be safe either?”

Park Sang-min stopped walking.

Crash

“Yes, it’s true that I got kicked out like that punk named Baek Seung-hyun said earlier. He may be older than you, but he’s still young compared to the average person in the group, and he no longer has his father’s halo. But you know, Mr. Park Hunter.”

Park Sang-min turned around, smiling shamelessly.

“Does the dead Park Sang-min have any meaning?”

“······.”

“This is a useful card. This is it.”

Park Sang-min spread his arms.

“Beat me to death or shoot me, do whatever you want with me. I can’t go any further.”

He came to me.

His face, which had been hidden in the darkness, was revealed.

“Do whatever you want. Now fuck. I’m sick of it.”

Park Sang-min was crying.

With tears and snot mixed in,

Like a child looking for its mother.

“Should I, a representative of the people, do what others tell me until I die?”

Park Sang-min suddenly stopped.

It’s not that I’m scared.

One thought caught his attention.

“Come to think of it, my job is also to convey other people’s opinions to the National Assembly. The reality is different, but if you just look at the wording of the representative system, that’s what it means, right?”

Whatever he says, it’s a good thing.

A gray-white light flickered across the darkness of the hallway.

The master of the underground found us.

Park Sang-min also seemed to realize that fact, and he slowly turned his head and glared at the giant monster that was approaching as if it would fill the hallway.

“Mom, monster······!!”

That’s correct.

“Spider type!”

That’s also correct.

The gray-white monster with three spider-like segments and six legs is exactly the type of spider taught in school.

But there is one difference.

It has horns.

Horns larger than a person stand tall and majestically.

There are no cases of spider types with horns, at least not that I know of.

Is it a mutant?

There is a very high probability that this will happen.

When you see little spiders that look like him pouring out of his gaping mouth.

Usually, spider types build a base and lay eggs, which are called inequality polyhedrons, and then create spiderlings from them to defend their territory.

On the other hand, that guy stores servants inside his body and takes them out when needed.

It’s a new type.

They say in school.

If you discover a new monster or its variant, always avoid combat.

That’s right.

That’s how it should be.

That’s why I came.

but.

“······.”

I tend to challenge new things.

His curiosity was curiosity, but more than anything, I had confidence in myself.

Always encountering new things, figuring out their identity, and sharing my lessons with everyone, I have proven time and time again that I am a Hunter who lives up to the nickname of Professor that my mentor gave me.

Discovery of multiple subspecies and variants, discovery of new patterns and suggestions for methods of destroying them, discovery of new large monsters, discovery of mutagenic mechanisms, and reports on the ecosystem within the rift.

All of these are achievements I made during my time as a professor.

It was not just fighting well that was his talent, but also his exploration and treasure trove of knowledge that made the name Professor a legend of the old days.

But now is the time to go back.

The purpose of my coming here is not to satisfy my curiosity or to fight the enemies of humanity.

I came just to kill one person.

I, who hated monsters more than anyone else and tried to erase their very existence, am now trying to throw a person to a monster just because he or she poses a threat to me.

however.

“······I wanted to show it to my mother.”

Why is that?

“This Park Sang-min stands up and walks by himself.”

The thing that keeps my steps steady.

“Have you seen my mother?”

“······.”

“How much longer do you think you can live? Please help me. Just this once. Okay? You must have a mother too.”

It won’t just be the stimulation of this person’s obvious emotional line.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a son that people can be proud of?”

Park Sang-min cried and appealed.

“I don’t have parents.”

When I came to my senses, I had already passed him and was moving towards the approaching gray-white monster.

Regardless of my rationality that I shouldn’t do it, my instincts were accurately aware of the objective fact that the minimum range of the reflection field was the minimum range, and the guy’s flailing pattern was a weak point that was uniformly visible to spider-types.

One thing that is different.

“Kiririririk!”

It’s said that it spews out a large number of spiderlings from its mouth.

Bang! Bang! Tata ta tata tang!

He knocked down the men who rushed at him with his pistol.

Crash

I was about to empty one magazine in an instant and load the next one.

yes—-

A strange noise pierced the air, making my heart flutter.

He immediately slid the pistol far away, sending it sliding across the floor.

Wooooow—!!

As the sound reached its peak, the pistol popped up on its own.

Boom! Boom boom boom!

The pistol exploded on its own, scattering shrapnel and bullets everywhere.

Detonator.

It’s the power of a monster.

One of the reasons why I chose the cold weapon called an axe.

Phew!

A piece of debris was embedded in my thigh.

Although no bones or tendons were severed, there was considerable pain and a feeling of bleeding.

But it’s shallow.

It seems that the shrapnel that was embedded in my body did not enter my body directly, but rather bounced off the ground and became embedded after the penetrative force was canceled out.

“Hey, Hunter Park?!”

Now he’s in my territory.

It has a huge body, 5 meters long, crammed into a narrow corridor, and its tentacles are writhing disgustingly as it spits out a young creature that resembles itself.

Srrrrung-

He took out two axes.

The spiderlings all rushed towards me.

The dance of death has begun.

With each blow of the merciless axe, Spiderlings’ corpses were thrown to the ground, their heads crushed and their torsos mangled.

“Huh, huh!!”

Park Sang-min’s heavy breathing can be heard.

Hasn’t he run away yet?

I guess it’s okay.

Now all that’s left is me, Park Sang-min, and one monster.

The bastard had six legs planted deep into the hallway, high enough that his head was touching the ceiling.

I guess he thought he could survive then.

Bam!

I took a picture of the bridge.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

Let his massive torso collapse, so that I can reach his ugly head.

“Kiriririri······.”

He simultaneously swung both axes at the head of the bastard who was about to give birth.

Bam!

The first emotion I felt upon confirming the monster’s death was regret.

I did something useless.

But the feeling of seeing the thing I killed with my own hands twitch and turn to glittering ash gave me more satisfaction than anything else in the world.

Especially when you’re killing a new guy that no one has ever dealt with before.

“······.”

I guess he still misses the battlefield.

Even after seeing so much despair.

“Are you okay?!”

At the end of the light, Park Sang-min was standing awkwardly.

“This is a real hunter······.”

The wound is shallow.

But it’s enough to be annoying.

The reason I didn’t feel any pain earlier was probably because the adrenaline rushed through my body when I was hit.

“It’s shocking. A real human being can kill a monster by himself······. Seriously. This Park Sang-min! I’m touched!”

“Let’s go.”

“yes?”

“Let’s go.”

“Are you going to spare my life?”

“I never once said I would kill you. You just pointed a gun at me.”

My mind definitely became more open.

Woo Min-hee No, more than that.

No, if I had this mindset from the beginning, I wouldn’t have ended up like this.

How many people have I sent away because I couldn’t forgive them for that little thing?

Kang Han-min. And Na Hye-in.

They still haven’t forgiven me.

They probably wouldn’t have forgiven me either.

Park Sang-min tore off his own suit and covered his wounds.

“I don’t think it was an artery. I know a doctor.”

“It’s okay. I can handle this on my own.”

We entered the Capitol again.

Although many things had happened, the two men never spoke of their past.

Inside the Capitol, the capsule still stood there, gleaming its disgusting grayish-white sheen as if it were a given on the Speaker’s podium.

“······.”

There’s nothing I can do.

Maybe that’s some kind of symbol.

As if hinting at the fate of this country.

South Korea is finished.

Although it ended a long time ago, the monster continues to mock us by pretending to be a coincidence, as if it is trying to destroy our souls and roots.

There is nothing I can do in this situation.

It was when I was trying to ignore it and walk outside.

“Just a moment, Hunter Park Gyu.”

Park Sang-min, who had been supporting me, suddenly left me and headed towards the stage.

What are you trying to do?

Are you trying to betray me now?

You don’t even have a gun?

Or maybe it’s attacking the capsule and becoming a ghost?

Amidst all sorts of ominous speculations, Park Sang-min chose a choice I could never have imagined.

“Come on!”

Park Sang-min, the former member of the National Assembly, lifted up the capsule in the center of the National Assembly building.

“What are you doing?”

He walked out of the Capitol building, step by step, unsteady, carrying a grayish-white object weighing several dozen kilograms in his arms.

“I am Park Sang-min.”

“Please put me down. I saved your life.”

“No. I have to. It’s on fire.”

“yes?”

“When I see Hunter Park Gyu fight, I feel like, I have to fight. I have to fight back. That’s what I feel.”

“Do you want to die?”

“If I just move this! I can go back here too!”

I think about it sometimes.

The most frightening thing about destruction is not the simple destruction itself, but the human heart becoming sick within that destruction.

It’s a destruction we’ve seen time and time again, but its form is different for each person.

Some people’s destruction is ugly, but others’ destruction is noble and beautiful.

Unlike the helpless lawmakers who were seen in the hallways leading to the National Assembly, who were struggling with constitutional amendments or private matters, Park Sang-min showed his will to protect the Constitution more strongly than any senior lawmaker.

A single member of Congress is trying to drive out forces that are literally trying to destroy Congress itself in order to keep his job.

He was as sincere in his election campaigns as he was in his legislative activities.

“This scene. Please take a picture of it. Do you have a cell phone?”

“No. There is no battery.”

Park Sang-min put down the capsule, then suddenly took out his cell phone and threw it at me.

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you here to support my campaign? Just do your job. My campaigning is over now!”

He spoke so confidently that I forgot the pain of my wounds and took out my phone to capture Park Sang-min moving the capsule around in the frame.

thud!

Park Sang-min spoke with difficulty, his pronunciation slurred as if he was biting his tongue, as he walked with difficulty.

“I’m going to walk on my own two feet now! Shit. This is fucking hard. My back feels like it’s going to break! This is the real beginning of this Park Sang-min!”

thud!

“Not as a small ball thrown by his mother, but as a son who walks on his own.”

I watched in silence.

All I can do is watch.

Because it’s what he chose and it’s for him.

It’s true that I cheered him on a little bit.

“I can see the Han River over there. As a representative of the people, I will throw this guy in there!”

Park Sang-min’s foot stepped outside the National Assembly building.

“Now, we are going to oust the villains who are disrupting the constitutional order from the sacred halls of the Capitol. Close-up, please!”

The moment the screen was enlarged, the first thing that covered the frame was Park Sang-min’s smiling face.

What should I say?

It was the kind of smile that made you feel free.

It’s on a whole different level from the awkward smile you give next to a child at daycare.

But then a sudden burst of white noise covered up the smile I had tried so hard to put on.

The capsule burst.

“······This is the last I saw of my son.”

Park Sang-min’s mother didn’t say anything.

All he could do was stare blankly at his son’s back as he struggled to carry the capsule out of the Capitol building, his fierce and strong eyes wide open, unable to be passed on to him.

I left the place because an armored vehicle happened to arrive.

Beyond the darkness, the crazy woman I had seen earlier was approaching the old woman.

*It must have been unfortunate for Park Sang-min, but the election did not take place.

This is because the anger that had been expressed only on the Internet has been expressed in reality.

Hundreds of thousands of people flocked to government buildings to denounce the situation.

All activities were halted and the military blocked the crowds, pointing guns at them.

“So, what happened to Park Sang-min? Did he die? What about the monster? Did he kill it?”

The defender, who had been listening to the story, asked quietly through the communicator.

“Tell me quickly, Skeleton.”

His younger brother also showed strong interest.

“Well, what should I say?”

I took a moment to collect my thoughts and calmly relayed to my neighbor the last thing I remembered.

“That’s what I mean.”

The ruined National Assembly building has been taken over by small monsters called spider types.

The spider type is a standard monster that can be said to be the epitome of a stationary monster, but the one that took over the National Assembly had a distinct difference from other entities.

It had horns, and a person was either impaled on it or was just attached to it, like an accessory.

A series of coincidences and misfortunes have left a man stuffed on the horns of a monster, like the figurehead of an ocean-going sailing ship.

I remember the last sight of a man named Park Sang-min in the Capitol building, with the roof open and the blue sky shining through.

The mouth of the monster Park Sang-min, frozen on his horns with his eyes open, opened wide and poured out small spiders, filling the empty chamber of the parliament.

So, Park Sang-min, the man who has now become the National Assembly itself, is sending out lawmakers to vote and reject repeatedly, repeating the chaos before the war.

“······Now that guy has eight legs.”