Rust - Chapter 423



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RUST -423

Kim Yang, who was changing the diaper of Director Yu Mark-2, who was suspected of having stress-related diarrhea, was puzzled.

“The Tribute Rat Tribe is heading south?”

“So, after putting down the offering, I asked for the blessing of the flame, saying that I would follow the will of the god.”

I could understand what the rats were saying, but the rats were not understanding what I was saying.

What on earth is the blessing of fire… The nurse sighed.

“Then how did PD move the rats?”

Didn’t the rats go south because the PD made a fuss in the middle?

“So, you said that it was indicated with a picture.”

The mutant rats found in the mining town showed a great interest in human letters. This was confirmed by the storybooks and flashcards the baby rats were unfolding.

The strange-tongued mutant rats were all killed by the VX gas sprayed at the beginning. Even the pups. After that, none of the rats showed any interest in human letters.

However, perhaps because they had become smarter overall, the other rats seemed to understand pictures and photos to some extent. The PD knew that the rats could understand pictures and actively utilized them.

It is said that he depicted in a drawing that if you take the direction of the sun rising as east and the direction of the sun setting as west, and go south, you will find a land overflowing with corn. Repeatedly.

Miss Kim, who had been listening quietly, rolled her eyes.

If I had truly understood the picture… I would have gone south.

They may not seem smarter than crows, but they seem pretty smart. So they offer tribute and think of the floor as something.

‘The blessing of flame.’

Did the little rats who were short on pages find the blessing of the flame? Perhaps.

“Isn’t that it? SeeBomb bang!”

“to?”

“Because when you see a bomb, you have faith.”

“Huh?”

Why did the Republic survive?

It was maintained because there was a nuke. It was because I saw the nuke that I had faith.

On the other hand, if there were no nukes, it would have been over long ago, either internally or externally.

Thinking about it that way, PD was right. He was no pushover. Instilling explosive faith in the little rats.

“Ah-so- so you were asking for a bomb?”

“Maybe? Yeah.”

It seems that way, considering the explosion as a blessing from God.

It’s an explosive faith.

It was a faith that was useful in many ways.

If you believe, you will do it.

Once you start doing it, it is likely to continue and become a tradition or culture.

“The PD must have made it, so you just need to find it and bring it to him.”

“But isn’t that too much?”

“What’s too much? It shouldn’t be too much. Don’t you know that rats invaded the village and ate all the people?”

“What if the rats find out later?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have a floor.”

“ah-”

Faith is like gravity, if you push it just a little, it will fall. It will either fall to the floor and break, or go through the floor.

And on this side there was a floor.

Even if a person sees it as something that has no answer, how would it look to rats?

The rats’ trust would never be broken.

Kim Yang changed Director Yu’s Mark-2 diaper and then nodded again.

Beliefs tend to include concepts. Conversely, concepts can be held up as beliefs.

“Concept? Belief?”

“yes?”

“How does the U+ Mark-2 perceive this situation now?”

“yes?”

The nurse had a hard time keeping up with Ms. Kim’s way of thinking.

From rats to bombs, from bombs to faith and belief, and then suddenly how will U+ accept it?

How can you understand this way of thinking? It wasn’t that I was blind. Right.

Ms. Kim suddenly asked with a serious expression.

“I thought you were dead, but when you came to, you were a child.”

“Hey, are you dying?”

“okay.”

“···yes.”

“I do remember it, but not everything. I only remember the major parts, like 20-30%.”

“···Uh- Again- That. Yes-”

“Then what kind of situation does that child think he is in right now?”

“Huh? You just reincarnated···.”

Yeah. If you give me some confidence in that?

Mark-2 will believe that he is the reincarnation of Director Yu.

Then wouldn’t that be Director Yoo?

If you look at his DNA, he is Director Yu, and he believes he is Director Yu, and he has some of Director Yu’s memories? That’s Director Yu. What else could there be?

Ms. Kim dragged the nurse and ran towards Maru. Maru calmed down Ms. Kim, who was rarely speaking passionately.

“So there’s a way to make the U+ Mark-2 into a full-fledged U-Motor?”

“That’s right. You can create a Mark-2 that truly believes itself to be Director Yu.”

This was another subtle statement.

Can you create a clone that believes it is your true self?

You’re making me believe I was reincarnated into a clone’s body?

So what are you going to use it for?

“Isn’t that movie-like thing in the novel?”

“Are you just thinking about it?”

Knowing that he was a clone… and struggling here and there? Kim Yang nodded quickly.

“If you do that, your fighting power will decrease. Errors may occur at important moments.”

“No, what are you going to do with restoring your fighting power? Why are you so obsessed with it?”

I could understand being obsessed with food, money, and gold. But being obsessed with Director Yoo? At this point, isn’t it obsession rather than being obsessed with victory?

“That… isn’t an obsession. That’s not real.”

“Then what is it?”

Kim Yang’s eyes rolling around.

So, the story is that he wants to fight Director Yoo and win, and regain his self-esteem. Aside from food, cash, and gold, Kim Yang was a gun-toting nerd.

That may be why Ms. Kim had a little pride in her shooting skills. Director Yoo ignored her.

At the time, Isaiah Yoo, who was scolding Ms. Kim, must have thought it was half a joke and half a whipping, but it was not the case for Ms. Kim who was being scolded.

Is that a joke?

Was it the only area you were confident in?

That’s an insult?

An insult was an insult, and an indifference was an indifference.

And Ms. Kim never forgot the humiliation she suffered during those days.

From the time she met Director Yu again in Japan until now, from the time Director Yu began to be called a living rejuvenator, even after he died in vain, Ms. Kim has not forgotten.

‘Can Miss Kim win?’

If it was Director Yoo before he became a cannibal, it would have been possible.

Because Kim Yang has also improved a lot since before.

So what if Director Yoo had rejuvenated and returned to his prime?

‘About half?’

I understand that it’s Kim Yang’s pride, but is it really necessary to watch when it might be dangerous?

Maru could only sigh at the sight of Kim Yang’s earnest gaze.

Researchers say there is no evidence of cannibalism in the U+ Mark-2. If it is a cannibal, it is fortunate since they plan to dispose of it immediately.

To be honest, I did have some thoughts of just getting rid of it because it was such a headache.

Even if he wasn’t a cannibal, it would’ve been shit. The U+ program was basically a bomb, and even if Mark-2 had developed rejuvenation properties, it would’ve been shit.

At first, I was going to let the child inside the corpse live for a while because I heard it was alive, but that child is Director Yoo’s clone… I don’t know what it will do when it grows up.

In fact, Maru could have cut her off without hesitation for the sake of safety and survival. That is why Kim Yang’s obsessive behavior had two sides.

When I say I want to raise him and see how he competes, I mean I want to keep him until he grows up.

Maru looked at Kim Yang.

Kim Yang’s eyes naturally read as if asking, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

How did you end up like this with that kid?

Psik- Maru, who was recalling the past, received a promise from Kim Yang.

“Do whatever you want. But there are conditions.”

“Just say the word, no matter what the conditions are.”

Ms. Kim was willing to give her share of the tribute if asked.

Maru’s answer was colorless, despite being so nervous.

“Don’t give in to Mark-2.”

“··· Don’t worry.”

Kim Yang, who had turned her head, poked the nurse who had been quiet in the side. The PD laughed quietly at the sight of the nurse and Kim Yang bickering while raising their strange voices.

“Are you okay?”

“I guess I’ll try harder. Yeah.”

The PD, smiling faintly, explained the progress.

“The belief in the explosion is spreading, starting with the Rat Tribe that sent tribute.”

An explosive faith that thinks of oneself as a god.

“So far, it’s been a success. With a combination of psychotropic drugs and explosives, the rats have taken over part of the Corn Belt region.”

The tribute tribe, who had overcome a desperate power difference of nearly 100:1 with the flames of death, took over 21 corn silos.

“There are no more rats to worry about in Detroit.”

“okay.”

“If we continue to grow the tribute rat tribe, it is not impossible for us to take over Michigan.”

“Is it possible? The researchers say that mice have their limitations.”

Even a rat that gnaws through reinforced concrete would have a hard time piercing the hide of a mutant or mutated monster.

It was the same in Japan. If you think about the monster cats that could easily withstand 9mm or 5.56mm bullets, even if they were bigger, rats were still at the bottom of the food chain.

“Yes, but not a rat with drugs and bombs.”

How about a pack of rats wrapped in miniature napalm bombs, with the pain and fear erased through drugs?

“We will move our habitat to avoid the rushing hordes of rats.”

I imagined rats running towards me with napalm bomb bundles, squealing (God willing!), and I was sure they would avoid me, even if they were mutants or mutated monsters, because they were dirty.

If things continued as planned, it seemed only a matter of time before the PD would take control of Michigan and the area around Montreal, Canada.

“This is footage brought back by a crow that recently explored the western region.”

Photos and videos from all over the world, from Seattle to San Francisco to LA, have been uploaded.

‘When did you send the crow?’

They were guys who often let their guard down because the weather was cold, so I thought I sent them off bravely.

‘You didn’t trade for rats, did you?’

Because rats were considered a delicacy among crows. Anyway, the PD’s working method was simple.

“Based on the data, Seattle appears to be under the control of cannibals, San Francisco is being fought by the military and a group of cannibals, and LA appears to be under the control of the Charlotte group.”

PD marked Charlotte’s forces on a large map. Now there are four places where forces can be clearly marked.

The East, centered around the Department of Homeland Security,

The South, centered around Langley, Virginia,

And Charlotte, which is expanding to take over all of California, centered around Los Angeles in Southern California. And finally, the Maru faction, which is preparing to take over Michigan, leaving Detroit.

“Unless a third force suddenly appears, these four forces must maintain balance in order to survive.”

“Are you saying that we can’t survive on our own?”

“Yes. Given the current situation, if either side collapses, the situation will change drastically and the risk will increase.”

If Charlotte falls, the armored personnel carriers, pilots, and many of the Japanese refugees with powers will be scattered, and there is no way to predict what the power that absorbs them will do.

“Charlotte is a bit more of a douche, but I think we need to help her settle in.”

“···Yes, that’s right.”

PD suggested that Charlotte be supported by clearing out cannibals from both San Francisco and Seattle when the weather clears up.

It wasn’t a bad suggestion.

Much more than fighting the South or fighting Virginia Langley.

We decided to go on an expedition when the weather cleared up, but the sub-zero temperatures did not ease up until mid-March and into late March.

“War is inevitable.”

Vladislav Tower has indoor cultivation technology using smart farms, but what about other places… If the weather doesn’t clear up in April, it means that farming won’t be possible for two years.

“Let’s get rid of the cannibals first.”

The airship soared westward through temperatures of minus 20 degrees Celsius.