Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 385



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EP.385 Tribute and Prayer

More than 95% of all money exists electronically, with less than 5% in physical form, such as banknotes or coins.

Naturally, both of them became worse than scraps of paper after the outbreak of the war of infection.

-Dad! How long are you going to carry that heavy bag of money around? Just throw it away!

-No! You can never give up!

Among the people, there were those who trusted the government until the end and held onto their cash.

The infected will definitely be defeated and their precious property will retain its value.

In fact, you probably already realized in your head that the world was coming to an end.

The human mind is such that when you have a lot, you can’t let go and go through self-hypnosis.

Even these people realized the futility of the ‘pre-war banknotes’ at the last moment and threw them away as firewood.

-I’ll give you money, but please don’t give me your life…

-Fuck, are you kidding me?! I don’t need that, just take off your clothes and shoes!

Or almost getting hit with an axe while handing out a wad of cash to looters who came to rob you.

-How about we just make room for our family…

-Get out of the road.

If you try to bribe the soldier guarding the shelter and get shot in the face, you’ll have no choice but to accept reality.

Nowadays, a new type of banknote called credit is in circulation.

Even though the quantity is small, it is already traded beyond the Korean Peninsula, in Tsushima Island, Kyushu, Manchuria, and Vladivostok.

It is said to be the most preferred local alternative currency.

In return, existing alternative currencies are losing ground, but some are actually gaining influence.

To give you an idea of ​​what that is, I’ll quote a line from a famous American comedian:

‘Do you take pussy?’

‘Of course! we take pussy!’

Food, water, medicine, shelter, covering up threats, camp politics, bribes to get themselves or their families out of dangerous work.

There have been countless instances of gratuitous sex.

In addition, people’s sexual desires increased in proportion to the risk of life, and the proportion of physical play increased because there was no other entertainment available.

With the supply of contraceptives and condoms halted, everyone was living for today, and the result was obvious.

Even today, shelter orphanages are bustling with activity as many children have lost their parents during the war.

“You’re here again?”

The director of an orphanage outside the police station sighed in front of the carriage that came every day.

“Don’t complain too much. These are kids that I can use quite a bit this time.”

When the coachman pulled back the curtain of the luggage compartment, there were two children inside, one in his early teens and the other in his mid-teens.

For the orphanage, a teenage orphan who lost his parents during the war is much better than a toddler who can’t even control his body properly.

But that doesn’t mean the complaints go away.

“Why do they always come our way? There are a few in the next block too!?”

“So you’re not going to accept it? Should I go over there and nag Manager Nari?”

The coachman chuckled and pointed to the information screen installed across the road.

It usually provides public service announcements, weather and city information, but it also serves as a direct reporting function to the police.

“That son of a bitch!”

“What are you doing, kids? Come down. This is our new home! Whatever you’ve eaten so far will taste better here.”

Ignoring the cursing principal, he ordered the coachman to get off the children.

The police’s owner generously supported the children’s facilities, to the point where they were comparable to war facilities.

And in proportion to the amount given, they were also strict about negligence and corruption.

If orphanage operators refused to accept children because they were annoyed by the number of children they had to manage, they would be in for a rude awakening.

“It seems that the Highness really likes children. Thanks to them, we can eat and live comfortably, which is good.”

“You’re the only one who can carry everything comfortably. I’m getting more and more frustrated day by day! I’m getting more and more frustrated!”

Unlike the coachman who was only responsible for transporting children, the director felt a different sense of pressure as he had to take responsibility for numerous children.

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One day, as usual, I received a morning report from the central control room.

“I told you not to do things like this.”

I froze when I saw the pile of letters.

Even the serving robot brought in dozens of additional letters and poured them all over them.

“You’re a bad leader to hate a fan letter.”

“What about fan letters?”

Ignoring Artemis’s smiling scolding, I pick up a letter.

It was a thank you note written crookedly in pencil on the rough surface of recycled paper. The recipients were police orphanages and schools.

“Then should I just throw it all away?”

“That can’t be.”

Artemis glared at him in annoyance as he asked even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to throw it away anyway.

If someone greets you with gratitude, you have a duty to respect and face it.

Even if the content is so obvious, you can’t just throw it away without reading it.

“Then! Of course you shouldn’t do that!”

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She chuckled.

“The kids put their heart into those little hands, and you just throw them away? Jinsoo, when you were watching overseas soccer, you used to curse at the players who left without even signing an autograph for the fans who showed up.”

“When are you talking about this?”

Before the outbreak of the infectious disease, I had been interested in overseas soccer when I was in the middle of construction.

Like most girls, Artemis hated watching football.

Because while I was watching a game on the other side of the world, she had to stay up until the wee hours of the morning to watch my circadian rhythm get messed up in real time.

I’m already on the 20th page of the letter, but the number of letters left hasn’t decreased at all.

“The content is all there anyway.”

‘Thank you for feeding me and keeping me warm.’

‘I will study hard and become a great person to repay you.’

It’s a repetition of something like this.

‘You will definitely find Grandpa Solaver and Echo! I will pray hard!’

There are also some unusual variations.

“By the way, I read it all?”

Artemis said, ruffling her hair.

This is because she inspects all incoming items for fear of a possible toxic terror attack on stationery.

“Don’t compare me to you, who processes dozens of pages in one scan, and me, who has to read them one by one while rolling my eyes.”

The letters that were read and thrown aside were neatly folded by a waiting serving robot. They were then classified as permanent storage documents and placed in a box.

Artemis picked one out of the pile of letters.

“It’s not just children. There are also adults who send them.”

It is neatly folded, has neat writing, and contains long content. It is obvious that it was written by staff at the relevant facility.

Artemis began to read in a clear voice.

“There are many children in the world who have been separated from their unfortunate parents and abandoned by irresponsible parents. Your gaze reaches every corner of this land, and you take in children with infinite love, so you will be praised forever. You are the second Bang Jeong-hwan, or even more.”

“Love is a piece of shit. And what kind of historical drama petition are you submitting? Why is it so grandiose?”

“It was sent by a former and current Korean language teacher.”

As I read the 40th letter with almost the same content, I feel like my brain is starting to go crazy.

“Jinsoo, you seem to think of yourself as cynical, but the image you have of yourself in the world is much more positive than you think. You are especially famous for caring for children.”

“I hate kids. They are very handsy, they whine a lot, their voices are noisy, and they are useless.”

“It’s strange how much you give to children’s facilities. I like it when you’re praised for your kindness.”

“It’s just self-satisfaction and consideration for my fellow countrymen.”

I grew up in an orphanage, with some pretty irresponsible staff and poor facilities.

I understand better than anyone what a shitty experience that is.

At least I don’t want any children under my supervision to experience the same thing I did.

If only I could just sign a few times.

It’s really convenient in times like this to have an absolute leader who doesn’t need to go through shareholder explanations or budget reviews.

“huh?”

As I was reading and moving the letters as if I was standing on factory rails, one thing caught my eye.

It’s a letter written in Russian. Judging by the messy handwriting, it was written by a child, and there are some Korean letters mixed in here and there.

This applies only to simple, essential phrases like ‘Hello’ or ‘Thank you.’

“Judging from the sender’s school and name, they are the children of those who defected in the tank last time.”

Artemis said, peeking her face out from under my shoulder.

She translated the Russian portion and read it to me.

“Thank you for saving Dad. I heard that the Administrator appeared from the sky with cool robots and saved everyone. I want to grow up quickly and become a soldier like the Administrator!”

“Just farm or learn a skill. Don’t do something like being a soldier these days.”

This is probably the common thought of most soldiers in this era.

The situation is different for warlord commanders who want to pass on power.

“Next is Japanese. Should I read this to you too?”

“okay.”

Children who are not yet fluent in Korean have been writing letters in their native language.

There were more letters in foreign languages ​​than I thought, especially Russian, and judging by the handwriting, it seemed that many of them were teenagers.

“And in the future, please send an official document requesting that things like this not be sent.”

“No. Why should I stop people from praising you?”

I was rejected outright.

“It’s a pain to read, and it feels like some third world military president.”

“That’s not exactly wrong. The Korean peninsula is worse than the third world countries right now, and you are a soldier and a leader.”

Artemis’ eyes were filled with joy.

She doesn’t seem to get bored with the same old thanks and compliments.

As if each letter were an offering or a prayer offered on an altar.

“There are also letters from Peter’s son. There are also letters from Alexei and Mikhail’s daughters.”

“…read it.”

I was wondering that too.

The clear voice of Artemis echoed continuously in the quiet central control room.

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