Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 104



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Episode 104

The heavy buttplate made a whirling sound like a whirlwind and then struck Olog’s skull. With a loud bang, Olog’s head and body spun to the side as he was hit. The bastard fell to the ground with a dazed expression on his face, blood streaming from his shattered head.

Every time the rifle held upside down in Jincheol’s hand swished through the wind, the heads of the Ologs would break and blood would spurt out. Only after three or four of them had their heads broken did the remaining ones come to their senses.

“Hey, stop it!”

“Kill that guy!”

The guns of the Ologs were aimed at Jincheol. At that moment, Jincheol’s body, which had been walking leisurely, suddenly became faster.

The sound of a gunshot rang out, but Jincheol had already left the area. He immediately dug into the center of the Ologs. Naturally, the pot and bonfire that he had tripped over were tossed around, and food and poker were scattered everywhere.

While the surprised Ologs hesitated, Jincheol’s time passed faster than theirs. He avoided the gunfire by staying low and swung the butt of his gun from below upward. With a crack, Olog’s body, with its jaw shattered, rose into the air.

Before the body of the bastard fell to the ground, Jincheol’s hand moved at an invisible speed. The heavy sound of stone breaking repeatedly erupted, and the heads of the Ologs spun around. No one could withstand that one blow.

As the one who had been floating in the air fell to the ground with a thud, the rest of them fell and rolled around. Their heads and jaws were all broken, their eyes were open, and blood was pouring out of their torn flesh. Jincheol stopped in the position where his butt was stretched out after the last attack and took a moment to catch his breath. He too was out of breath because of the intense movement that had occurred in a split second.

“Hey, don’t move!”

At that moment, a certain Olog, who was standing a little distance away, aimed his gun at Jincheol and shouted. Thanks to the distance, he was able to avoid Jincheol’s hand. In his hand was a crude machine gun that looked like a pipe gun. The barrel of the gun shook because he was so scared.

Jincheol spoke calmly while catching his breath.

“It’s not moving.”

“What, what is this kid-”

The bastard didn’t like Jincheol’s answer, so he tried to pull the trigger. However, faster than his fingers could pull the iron ring, the back of his head exploded with a bang. He fell down with a look of fear and anger on his face. Behind the fallen bastard, I could see Sho-ogi lowering the rifle he had been aiming.

Jincheol waved at her and turned around. He saw Snow taking off her owl mask and looking around. She had followed right behind Jincheol, but now that he was beating everyone up, she looked like she had nothing better to do.

“You didn’t throw that flash grenade today?”

“···I didn’t even have time to throw it.”

Jincheol snickered at her whispered answer. Jincheol swung the firearm he was holding and approached Olog, who had broken his head first. He struck the others without any intention of letting them live, but this one controlled his strength appropriately. It seemed like he was the leader.

“It didn’t work out, did it?”

Jincheol crouched down in front of the guy with blood pouring out of his torn head, grabbed his neck, and checked his pulse. For now, he was breathing and his pulse was beating normally. Good. That was perfect control of his strength. He had really grown compared to when he used to smash heads with his bare fists.

While I was praising myself, Sho-ogi, who had been providing covering fire from the other side, came jumping over the rocks with a rifle in hand. If I had slipped, I would have fallen, but she was a courageous woman.

Sho-o-gi, who had come closer, narrowed his eyes at the sight of Captain Olog with blood pouring from his head.

“Did you kill him?”

“I’m not dead.”

In response to Jincheol’s answer, she walked up to him and grabbed his neck, looked at his face from all sides, and then slapped him in the face. The sound of a slap echoed through the air.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a wake-up call.”

She answered dryly and repeatedly slapped the bastard on the cheek. After a few more murderous sounds, the strength returned to the bastard’s eyes that had been stunned. The bastard blinked as if he was coming to his senses. Shogi slapped his palm on the face again.

Olog was startled and flinched.

“What, what is it? What is it?”

The hand of Shogi, who had been slapping the bastard’s cheek, pulled out the dagger at his waist. The blade pressed down on the bastard’s collar.

“name.”

“···Sukishi.”

“You raided Urgamal’s Gar yesterday, right? Before that, you raided Shogiant’s Gar.”

The Olog named Sukishi opened his mouth as if he was choosing his words, but eventually avoided Shougi’s eyes.

“···I don’t know Gar’s name-”

Shogi struck the bastard in the face with his dagger-wielding fist. The bastard’s nose collapsed and blood flowed out.

“Really! I just followed where everyone else went! There were more than one or two Gars I attacked during that time! Of course, I don’t know the names of each Gar!”

“He’s worse than a piece of shit. It’s no boast to not know that.”

Her fist struck the bastard’s face again. The bastard could only make a “Ugh-” sound and could not fight back. It seemed to be because Sho-ogi’s grip was so strong and because he was still recovering from the aftereffects of his concussion.

Shogi put his dagger again to the neck of the man who was bleeding from both nostrils and bit him.

“I’ll just cut your throat like this.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Don’t do that!”

At the sight of Sukishi struggling to be saved, sparks flew from Shogi’s eyes. The images of Gar’s dead family flashed through her mind. You killed them and now you want to be saved?

“How dare you···”

“Wait a minute. I’ll cut your throat later. I still have a lot to ask you.”

“···”

At Jincheol’s persuasion, Shogi’s grip stopped. However, if he had still exerted force, his Adam’s apple would have been cut. Jincheol pushed his face toward Sukishi and asked.

“How many garrisons have you raided in the past few days?”

“I, I don’t know. I know that they had already raided several places before I joined. I, I only raided three places…”

The bastard must have felt that Jincheol was the only one who could save him right now, so Sukishi quickly answered while stuttering. Jincheol frowned as he listened to the bastard’s answer. You’ve already attacked several places?

“How did you end up joining that raiding party?”

“Rumors, rumors spread through the wilderness. There was a Gar, Ol-Gar, who would accept anyone, whether they were a wanderer, a Gar, or a southerner…”

“How dare a vagabond like you bring up the word Ol-Gar!”

Shogi, who had been listening, bared his teeth and put force on the knife he held to Sukishi’s neck. The skin was slightly cut and blood flowed out.

“Rumors! That’s what the rumors were about! I don’t think it’s the real Ol-Gar either! The ruler of Ol-Gar in the first place wasn’t Olog!”

Hearing the guy’s urgent cries, Jincheol glanced at Shogi. It was a look that told him not to get too excited, and Shogi sniffed at that look, but kept his mouth shut. Jincheol calmed her down and spoke again.

“Have you ever met the ruler?”

Sukishi opened her mouth while looking at Shogi’s expression.

“Oh, Ol-Gar, of course not the real Ol-Gar, but anyway, the leader of Ol-Gar, he didn’t show himself to others very often. He usually wore armor that covered his body and face… So there were rumors that the leader was a southern sorcerer…”

“What kind of giant is that?”

The guy swallowed dry saliva at Jincheol’s question.

“He, he is Avalganth… the old warrior of the sky.”

“Avalgant?”

“Yes, the old sky stole Hakon’s hatred and anger, and he is a warrior who was created by gathering that anger. Unless Tolkan returns alive, there is no warrior who can fight him with his bare body and win···”

Jincheol let out a hollow laugh. You’re becoming a mythical being by leading the thieves. What the hell are these guys?

It was very different from the sinister appearance of Ophesis that we had seen in Sioux and the Eastern Continent. If they were going to act so confidently, why did they try so hard to hide their identity there?

“Of course, of course it’s just a rumor. If Avalganth really was such an ancient warrior, then even if he was young, he would have lived for thousands of years. Humans can’t live that long. And Avalganth is too stupid to have lived that long.”

“The ancient warrior was a fool···”

“Yes. He usually can’t speak properly. He just sits around most of the day, or eats the food his subordinates prepare for him. However, when he fights, it really seems like Haakon is furious. I’ve never seen such a strong warrior in my life…”

An ancient warrior who had skipped thousands of years and appeared in the present. Jincheol felt a strange sense of foreboding and made a strange expression. It seemed that Bonchip felt the same way.

[This is exactly the same. Are you by any chance the friend I slept with?]

“···I was the only one alive before I fell there. That guy, Kim Sang-cheol, escaped and lived well.”

[Don’t you know? If you even hear about the state of being a crazy person, isn’t it like the Winter Soldier from the movie? Hehe.]

It’s just a rumor. From the beginning, looking at the old sky and the wrath of Hakon, it seemed that the Ologs had somehow found a reason for the powerful force displayed by the Opheticians called Avalganth. As Jincheol had already experienced, the Ologs living in this wilderness had a stronger sorcerous side than expected.

I’ve heard before that they don’t believe in magic because of their strong bodies, but Jincheol’s experience suggests that it’s not because of that, but because they already have strong beliefs. Or maybe it’s because the Southerners have a prejudice against Ologs, who are vagabonds.

Jincheol, who had briefly gathered his thoughts, opened his mouth again.

“Why are you attacking other schools?”

“Well, well… we need to eat too… and we need bullets….”

“We’ve already seen what you need to know to just get food. Is it really necessary to burn tents and torture people?”

Sukishi quickly shook her head upon seeing Jincheol’s eyes that had suddenly turned cold. Moving like that only made the wound on his neck get bigger.

“No! That’s not it! That’s because… the more Ol-Gar plundered, the more he gave away… so he tried to get what he had hidden…”

His gaze briefly turned to the pile of luggage on one side of the campsite. Jincheol also saw it, and he glanced at Doljumeok, who had stopped the tank and approached him. Doljumeok quickly understood his intentions and approached the pile of luggage, rummaging through it here and there.

Inside, they found chunks of meat, leather, ornaments made from animal teeth and bones, gold and silver ornaments, and southern currency. It was exactly the kind of loot you would find in a gar. Doljumpik checked one of the gold necklaces and looked at Sukini with a dumbfounded expression.

“Did you kill all those people just to get this?”

“···Oh, that’s all? With that, I could have spent a few days playing in Karakol or a city in the south···”

“So you’re going to play for a few days···”

The stone fist stopped talking. He fiddled with the gold necklace with a complicated expression as if he felt something, and then quickly threw it into the pile of luggage. It was a face that was hard to guess what he was thinking. An expression that mixed bitterness, emptiness, anger, and old irritation all in one container.

Jincheol, who had been looking at that expression for a moment, turned his eyes back to Sukishi. The guy had a puzzled expression on his face, meaning that the reason he just said was all there was to it, and that you guys were even more puzzled by it.

“Why did you come out separately? Why were you drinking here?”

“···It was to find the next Gar to attack. And since we were already out there, we thought we might as well enjoy our share.”

“Where were you planning to go to meet up with the main force when you found the next lesson?”

“···”

Sukishi’s eyes rolled. He checked Jincheol, Shogi, Snow who was standing a foot away with his arms crossed and looking this way, and Doljukki who was starting to organize the pile of luggage and load it onto the train, and then spoke.

“If you spare my life, I will guide you.”

“Oh, really? You’ll guide me yourself?”

“Yeah! That, that means you can’t kill me. Only I know where the next meeting place is! You can wake up my men and ask them!”

He didn’t know that his fallen subordinates had all died with their heads smashed in. He probably thought that they would wake up soon like him. Jincheol smiled faintly and scratched the back of his head.

“I’m sorry about this. I don’t want to save you.”

“···What, what did you say?”

Jincheol slowly stood up from his crouching position. Then he tapped his shoulder with the rifle in his hand and spoke.

“I’ll use this club well. It’s sturdy and good.”

[You’re seriously going to call that a club, not a joke? There’s no real techno barbarian out there···]

Jincheol met Shogi’s eyes while listening to Bonchip’s nagging. When he nodded, she nodded slightly in return. The dagger she had aimed at the bastard’s neck fell there. Sukishi, who was getting scared, blinked. Could you spare her…?

The next moment, Sho-o-gi grabbed his limbs, twisted them, and cut off his limb tendons one by one. He let out a scream, but she did so without changing her expression.

Jincheol turned around. He saw Doljumuk organizing the luggage that the looters had piled up and loading it into the tank. He walked over to him and said.

“Why are you so concerned about that again?”

“I can’t just throw everything away.”

“Wow. How frugal.”

“Eww! Stop it! It hurts!”

The stone fist that had been moving with Sukini’s screams in the background suddenly stopped and looked at Jincheol.

“These are the bloody tears of the Gars. We could release them into the wilderness to appease their spirits, but it would be even happier to be part of their revenge. Don’t you think so?”

“···Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Jincheol nodded to Doljumeok’s answer and continued to load the luggage. Jincheol, who had been quietly watching him, looked back because the screaming seemed to have stopped sooner than he thought. He saw Shoogi walking toward him with bloody hands and Sukini struggling on the ground like an insect. The thing was unable to make a sound, only making a squeaking sound like wind, as if a hole had been dug in its neck.

Jincheol, who had been staring at Shogi’s expressionless face for a moment, soon turned around and began helping Doljumeok load his luggage. He felt that if he stayed here any longer, things would not go well.

Snow and Shogi quickly joined them and loaded up their luggage. The tank, carrying twice as much food and luggage as before, began to leave Dolsan.

Among the overturned pots, broken bottles, and corpses of the dead, Sukishi was the only one who writhed his limp limbs and grumbled. Jincheol and his party were gradually disappearing from his sight.

“···”

As they moved away, a sniffing sound came from somewhere. It was the sound of wild beasts coming in after smelling the dead. Sukishi was terrified and shed tears.