Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 106



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Episode 106

[Eww-! You! Fake Willy-! I’m sick! You made me sick!]

Avaganth shouted as he grabbed the arm where the sword was embedded. It was an absurd thing for Jincheol to hear, seeing the dead Becher and Ologs.

“You crazy kid. Don’t you think about the people you crushed with your own hands?”

[It hurts! It’s killing me-!]

Immediately after the scream, the Avagant’s appearance became blurred. An acceleration that could not be followed by the eyes. It was the same movement that had blown away Jincheol just a moment ago.

But at that moment, Jincheol leaned forward slightly, and the bastard’s huge fist barely grazed the back of his head. It was close enough to make his neck feel cold.

Feeling the fist grazing him, Jincheol took a step forward. His upper body leaning forward and his quick steps looked like a boxer’s.

The subsequent attack was as fast as that of a professional boxer. Jincheol’s right fist, which had been thrusting straight into Avagant’s front, landed in his side. There was a popping sound of air, as if lightning had struck. Avagant’s body flinched.

Unlike the flinching man, Jincheol’s fists did not stop. His left fist struck the opposite side of the body, and his right fist returned and struck the helmeted Avagant’s chin repeatedly. The sound of air bursting rang out slightly later than the impact.

[Ugh!]

The helmet this guy was wearing now seemed to be sturdier than the one Special Envoy William had been wearing. Despite being hit in the lower jaw, there wasn’t a single crack on his helmet. However, it seemed like it couldn’t absorb all the impact, as his head shook and he stumbled backward.

Jincheol followed closely as the guy retreated. If you strike, don’t hesitate and keep striking. You shouldn’t stop until you’ve completely finished off your opponent. That’s the basics of fighting.

However, Avaganth’s recovery was faster than expected. The foot of the bastard came up from under Jincheol who was quickly digging in. An upward kick aimed at Jincheol’s head who was leaning forward. Jincheol bent his waist to avoid the direct hit and shifted his center of gravity back. Having been hit once before, this bastard’s attack was not something that could be fought off by just taking a couple of hits.

It can withstand bullets, but it can’t withstand fists. Of course, it was only natural, since it was a monster that could tear through tank armor like a piece of paper.

Jincheol’s upper body fell backwards. Even though he moved so fast that an afterimage remained, the bastard’s foot grazed his forehead and tore it. The blood that had stopped burst out again.

[Aww!]

However, Avagant’s lower body was lifted forward due to the force of the upward kick, and he was unable to control his body and fell backward. Jincheol, who saw this, tried to lean his center of gravity forward again and approach the creature, but at that moment, the creature’s two hands touched the ground and pushed him forward.

The bastard’s body was shot like a shell.

“crazy-”

Without even being able to dodge or anything, the guy and Jincheol flew together as one. They couldn’t get very far. There were tanks surrounding the campsite, so the two of them crashed into one of the tanks as they flew.

The Stone Fist and the Living Ologues watched the brief battle with blank eyes. They saw something moving around, heard a cracking sound of leather, and then the two were thrown into the tank as one.

But fortunately, there was an Olog among them who was already accustomed to this situation. Stone Fist quickly turned around from the chariot the two superhumans were stuck in and shouted.

“Keep your distance! If you get caught up, you’ll just get torn apart!”

The Ologs lined up here and there around the campfire reflexively followed his shout. Stone Fist quickly picked up a rifle that was rolling around on one side while moving away from the center of the fight and loaded it. It was a large-caliber single-shot rifle preferred by the Ologs.

At that moment, the tank that Jincheol and Avagant had crashed into was torn in two with a loud crash.

[Woooooooooo-!]

Startled by the sound, Doljumeok turned around and saw Jincheol and Avagant holding each other’s arms and competing for strength.

In terms of size, Avagant was twice as big as Jincheol. Their heights were also about an upper body difference, and if you just look at their muscles, their bodies looked like those of an adult and a child.

However, the difference in strength was not as great as it seemed. From the outside, it seemed like Avaganth was overwhelmingly suppressing Jincheol, but in reality, both were using all their strength to resist the other’s strength.

Unlike Jincheol, who was rolling his eyes and covered in blood flowing from his forehead, Avagant seemed to be perplexed by this situation. Although his expression was clearly not visible because of the helmet on his head, it seemed as if his jaw and body language were telling him that he did not understand the very situation in which Jincheol was wrestling with him.

At that moment, as the two people who were trying to push each other away dug deep into the ground, a gunshot rang out and sparks flew from Avagant’s helmet. Avagant, who had been shaking his head slightly, quickly turned his head. There was Sho-ogi sitting on the tank, aiming his gun in a shooting stance. The gunshot just now came from that gun.

[You-! If you make me mad-]

“This kid is selling his eyes?”

The moment Avaganth’s attention slightly drifted away, Jincheol’s hands moved. The two hands that had been intertwined like hooks naturally escaped like snakes and moved like whips.

The Avaganth’s battle suit was similar to that of the special agent William that he had fought before, but different. Unlike William, who covered his entire body, Avaganth’s was made of real skin with some reinforcement plates attached to it, just like real skin.

So Jincheol’s fist attacked between the reinforcement plates, the part that seemed to be living tissue. It was for the same reason that he had attacked the side at first.

Lightning-like succession of blows followed. Hammer-like dents appeared on both sides of the Avagant. The sound of bones breaking followed.

Jincheol’s hand continued to grab the handle of the sword that was embedded in the bastard’s arm. Then, the silver light of the sword that was pulled out flashed across Avagant’s limbs. The limb muscles that resembled iron tendons split open like fish gills.

[Ugh!]

The internal organs were shattered and the limbs were hanging limply, almost severed. These were injuries that would have killed or incapacitated any other living being.

But the Avagant moved. Silver bubbles bubbled from its split limbs. Something colorful stirred under the skin on its sunken side, then regained its original form. It wasn’t regeneration, but rather a recovery that turned back time.

The right leg, which was clearly half-cut off and dangling, jumped up like a spring and kicked Jincheol. Jincheol’s body was thrown backwards.

[Waaaaaaah-! I’m killing the fake Willy-!]

At that moment when Jincheol’s body was still rolling, Avaganth’s hand grabbed the tank next to him. He threw it at Jincheol as if it were some kind of pebble.

Jincheol, who was rolling, quickly bounced his waist to regain his balance, and then immediately flew to the side again. A huge lump of iron fell into the empty space.

Jincheol, who had avoided the body, straightened his posture and then suddenly vomited out the blood that was gushing out of his throat. As he had thought, this was not an opponent he could just take and fight. Looking at the blood and torn flesh soaking the floor, Jincheol thought about death.

It felt like his stomach was kicked and his internal organs were shattered. Could this recover? Considering the resilience I’ve seen so far, it seemed possible, but also considering the past superhuman soldiers who ran wild like crazy berserkers and ended up getting shot in the face and turned to gore, it didn’t seem likely.

I don’t know. You should have tried it to know. And Jincheol thought he was too ordinary a person to risk his life and experiment with something like that. Why would he do something that could kill him if he did it wrong? And it hurts.

Jincheol raised his head. He saw Avagant, who was spreading his arms and screaming as if he were some kind of green giant that became stronger the more angry he got.

The next moment, the bastard jumped up. He fell down as if he was going to strike Jincheol. Jincheol muttered as he watched.

“Okay. Those crazy super soldier methods don’t work for me.”

Jincheol avoided the attack by taking a step back. The jaw of the guy who had hit the floor was turned towards Jincheol as if he was embarrassed by the narrow evasion. His gaze was as simple as his simple-minded body.

Jincheol stabbed the sword at the face. The trajectory was simple, and even Avaganth could block it. The bastard’s fist struck the sword face of the sword. The white blade escaped Jincheol’s grip and flew away in a circle.

Avagant raised both his fists when he saw the weapon disappear from Jincheol’s hand. If you could see the expression on his face inside his helmet, he would probably be smiling with satisfaction.

Then, the bastard’s fist was aimed at Jincheol’s face, and Jincheol, who had been standing still as if shocked by the sword flying away, felt as if his head would be blown off by the fist.

At that split second, Jincheol’s hand wrapped around Avaganth’s fist. The hand, which advanced like a snake wrapping itself around a tree, grabbed Avaganth’s elbow and twisted it around.

[Huh?]

With a clear, snapping sound, Avagant’s forearm snapped outward. Then, Jincheol’s fist dug into the wide-open front. His lightning-quick fingertips stabbed Avagant’s neck and then struck his jaw.

[Ugh-!]

Avagant tried to attack Jincheol, making a strange sound like a baby that had grown bigger than itself. His right arm was bent out of his elbow, but it would quickly return.

But then his outstretched left arm, right leg, and right shoulder broke with a refreshing snapping sound.

Jincheol’s hands did not just break bones. While he broke Avagant’s limbs with smooth movements like a stream of water, he occasionally struck Avagant with violent blows like a tidal wave. The parts that were hit by those blows were dented as if they had been struck by a hammer.

[Huh? Ah, ah, uh···]

Surprisingly, Avagant’s body recovered just as quickly as it did at the moment of destruction. The movement of silvery liquid flowing like a river under his skin was visible. When it broke, it would reattach, when it collapsed, it would raise itself up, and when it was twisted, it would return to its original position.

“Father, the immortal giant···”

One of the Ologs who was watching the scene muttered like that. The stone fist next to him also agreed. It didn’t seem too far off to say that he was immortal. His limbs were shattered and sometimes his neck was even broken, but he didn’t fall, so it was okay to call him immortal. He was a monster who had achieved what even the great Tolkan could not.

But then what about Jincheol, who beats up that immortal like a dog? What should we call him?

Even Jincheol’s movements were becoming faster and faster. The body of the Avagant that was being shattered was also beginning to be unable to keep up with the destruction.

It was because Jincheol’s spirit was catching up with his body. What could he become, how far could he go?

The difference in strength between Jincheol and Avagant was slight. It was surprising, despite the difference in size between the two, but the difference between the two was not that great. However, Avagant’s body durability was much better, and his recovery power was beyond words, as you can see now. The silver liquid boiling inside Avagant’s body made that possible.

But there were two differences between Jincheol and Avagant that the silver liquid couldn’t fill. The first was sense.

At this moment, Jincheol’s five senses were so sensitive that he could read all of Avaganth’s movements and control its movements a few seconds ahead by reaching out. The moment he felt death, his awakened body and mind merged, making this possible.

The second was how to fight. More precisely, what I learned.

The movements of the Avaganth were instinctive and simple. And that alone made him fast and strong enough. His bullet-proof body and his strength made him the Avaganth, the giant of legend.

Jincheol’s durability and resilience were less than his, but his strength was similar. In addition, he had the experiences before his long sleep and the dragon sword he had learned from Aiman. Jincheol’s body contained the experience of fighting stronger people and the secret martial arts created by the sword master of Sandesiya.

The result was that the Avagant’s neck was revealed to be spinning around a couple of times.

[Ah, uh uh···]

The Avagant, whose neck had been turned around, staggered back. When the creature retreated, Jincheol stood there for a moment and caught his breath. This was because he felt dizzy as the heightened senses he had felt at the moment of the attack and the synesthetic vision that had been reconstructed by accepting it began to subside. The brain in his heated head seemed to melt away like porridge.

Amazingly, Avagant did not die even when his neck was turned. He even slowly returned his head to its original position and regenerated his broken cervical vertebrae.

[Ahh···]

However, there were cracks here and there in the helmet, and a stupid sound was coming out of it, indicating that there was no damage.

The stone fist that was watching the fight between the two suddenly came to his senses. He saw Jincheol’s face with sweat pouring down his face. The blood that had just flowed from his forehead was washed away by the sweat. Jincheol needed a moment to catch his breath. Then what about Avaganth?

The bastard’s body was still regenerating, although much slower than before. If that was the case, then it was not a situation where I could just watch.

The stone fist shouted.

“Now is the time! Let’s attack!”

Then he immediately aimed his gun at Avagant and pulled the trigger. With a bang, sparks flew over the cracked helmet of the guy.

[Ahhh… Ha, don’t do it, don’t do it…]

The other Ologs also came to their senses at the shout of the stone fist. Shogi and Snow, who had been distracted by the fight between Jincheol and Avagant, also understood the situation. Soon, everyone’s guns – Snow also picked one up from under the tank – were pointed at Avagant.

[It hurts, it hurts···]

There was a thumping sound from the body of the Avagant that had been covered in bullets. Some of them were even embedded in the skin, oozing silvery liquid. The Avagant flinched back, waving both arms as if trying to protect its head.

At that moment, one of the tanks that had been stopped started to work. Its turret moved with a groan and aimed its muzzle at the Avagant. Stonefist let out a scream when he saw that.

“Idiot! Jincheol is nearby!”

But the tank’s aim did not stop, and Doljumeok quickly flew away. Doljumeok grabbed Jincheol’s body, who was standing there blankly, catching his breath, and rolled him to one side.

Immediately afterwards, a stray shell hit the Avagant directly.

The large body of the Avagant flew backwards lightly like a kite blown by the wind. It was impossible to recall the sight of it tearing apart the tanks and Ologs just a moment ago as it rolled around. Seeing that, Stone Fist grinned and muttered.

“That monster looks good.”

“···Get out of the way, you monster and asshole. This is fucking shit.”

Jincheol’s voice. Doljumeok quickly stepped aside and helped Jincheol up.

“Are you okay?”

“Speak softly. It hurts my ears.”

“Huh? I didn’t say it that loudly···”

Jincheol grabbed his ears. The five senses that were heightened during the fight had not yet completely subsided. Jincheol, who was rubbing his little finger in his ear hole, turned his head. He saw the Avagant, who was staggering back up even after being hit by a shell.

[Ah, it hurts… It hurts… I don’t like this place…]

The guy took something small out from his back. Jincheol immediately took out his pistol from his waistband and aimed it. He planned to shoot the guy the moment he threw it.

But when he fiddled with it with his twisted fingers, a dark blue light burst out in a circle and wrapped around his body. In an instant, the dark blue color became a round sphere. Of course, the surrounding air was sucked in.

But the light disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. All that remained was a round patch of dirt in the shape of the light.

“···”

[Wow! Crazy! Hyperspace jump? That’s possible?]

While everyone was dumbfounded and stared at the traces, a frivolous voice rang out. Jincheol turned his head. The main chip, which had fallen from his neck when the string broke during the fight, was still whining as it rolled on the floor. Jincheol walked over and picked it up, saying:

“What is that···”

[In simple terms, it’s teleportation! It’s instantaneous movement!]

“···Is that even possible in the 22nd century?”

[No? As far as I know, it’s a technology that wasn’t perfect even during the end of civilization?]

“But that kid said he did it.”

[Yes. How did you do it? Did you use magic or something?]

Jincheol felt tired as the tension drained away. He turned his head and saw the moon floating steadily and countless stars illuminating the plateau, seemingly unrelated to the chaos of the earth.

Jincheol, who was looking at the night sky, let out a deep sigh and collapsed.