Genius Engineer in the Labyrinth - Chapter 427



Only Noblemtl

Excavation (9)

Half of Alan’s mind was analyzing the magic circle of the space relic, while the other half was directed to the facility’s control device. He had pressed the buttons in the shelter where Coatl had been sleeping, so he had a rough idea of ​​what each part did.

“The format is similar.”

“As civilization advances, unifying standards becomes more important. Fortunately, it works.”

As Oros said, the golden light gathered and transformed into letters.

[welcome.]

At first it was a routine greeting.

[I’ll tell you about the hibernation capsule ░▜. ▞░ The hibernation capsule in progress ░/450 ▗▚░.]

After that, a similar phrase to the previous shelter was printed, but since it was a place that the abomination had once turned over, the entire place was full of errors.

“There were no intact capsules, so the broken number would be 0.”

“Then let’s move on to the next one.”

As Alan pressed the button, the letters blew away like sand in the wind, and then a different phrase appeared.

[There is an urgent message left. Would you like to see it?]

Of course, it was fun to watch. When I pressed the button, the letters scattered and turned into a square frame, and an image appeared inside.

“I wonder what kind of words he will leave behind···.”

[Gyaaaak!]

A high-pitched scream drowned out Oros’ voice, and the black screen was filled with red flesh.

As soon as the person filming the scene saw the flesh rising in the hallway, he grabbed the hand of the screaming woman and ran in the opposite direction. The more the video shook, the more the pressure on the photographer could be felt.

The shaking footage showed flesh pouring in from all directions, sometimes from either side of the intersection, sometimes pouring down from vent-like structures in the ceiling.

The photographer and the woman must have trained in magic, because their running speed was extraordinary. They were a mass of flesh that was slow to move, so they ran away relatively easily.

At first.

[Ugh!]

The screen that was shooting the front turned around to capture the cause of the scream. Something pure white was poking out from under the woman’s chin. The woman’s posture collapsed in an instant, and she fell backwards sharply.

The culprit was a long, flesh-changing dagger. He struck the woman with a bone spear, and the tendon attached to the end of the spear dragged her down.

The photographer’s decision was quick. He left the woman who was reaching out her hand helplessly behind and ran alone. The sound of meat and bones being crushed grew farther and farther away.

When I opened the door and went in, the place I saw was the control room where Allen was. The control room in the video was much more neat and clean than it is now.

Only then did the screen reveal the face of the photographer. It was the El Dorado man in the cocoon. He sighed deeply with a haggard face and turned off the screen.

“It’s really rude. If you’re going to film it, you should at least tell us what happened.”

“The next video is still available.”

Alan pressed the button to appease the indignant Oros. The control room, which had become a mess after quite some time had passed, was first seen. The screen that showed the surroundings finally showed the appearance of the El Dorado people.

The Eldorado man was already infected. He had a bandage wrapped around one of his arms, and something was moving underneath it. He also drew magic circles all over his body to prevent the spread as much as possible.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. His breathing was very heavy.

[I thought only healthy people were accepted as residents, but there were carriers hiding… The shelter built to avoid destruction and war became a grave.]

Thanks to my ability to decipher ancient languages, I could clearly hear what the El Dorado people were saying. To be exact, the sounds were completely different, but the meaning was etched into my mind.

“Even in the midst of destruction, ancient civilizations fought each other.”

“People are rational but not rational, and when you look at the 50th floor, you can see what kind of results madness can bring. What’s disturbing is that we also have that potential.”

Oros shut his mouth as he watched the man who had been sighing deeply raise his head.

[The pure ones who were not infected were selected and sent to shelters of the same level. May the blood of the family continue···.]

It was the last video. Alan looked at Oros as he fiddled with the control unit.

“I thought something was wrong, but they sent good supplies as well.”

“It’s bad?”

“The spiders that were spread out sent reconnaissance data, but the entire shelter is empty.”

“You’ve just finished your exploration and are reporting back, it’s really good. It would be great if the assistants who are learning under me were like Alan. I’ll send you sometime so you can take charge of the training… Ah, Henry.”

Henry, emerging from the leopard’s shadow, was furious.

“You’ve kept me locked up until now!”

“It’s not confinement, it’s protection.”

“Calm down, Alan is right.”

“They forgot about me and just enjoyed themselves!”

Alan found a way to appease Henry, who was not easily appeased. While searching through the drawers of the box, he found a vial of Shiva’s holy water.

Beep.

“You said you received the magic stone and kept it for me? Give one to the professor.”

Beep.

“If you insist that the inventory is empty, I will tell you.”

The box flew away and handed over a bottle of holy water.

“No, this is it? The meeting of holy water and alcohol… Oh, this is pretty good.”

He opened the lid and sniffed, and his anger quickly subsided. Henry had been appeased, so it was time to head to the same-class shelter where the slave class stayed.

Since I had finished my reconnaissance with the spider, my next move proceeded without any hindrance. I headed to the teleportation room, stepping on the twisted flesh.

“No matter how strong the disease is, it cannot overcome the passage of time.”

“The passage of time is fair to everyone and sometimes cruel, so you should always do your best.”

“You, are you being so picky in front of Alan? Last time you were with me, you were the one who dozed off during class…”

“henry!”

Henry’s revelation was interrupted by Oros. His hand was so large that it covered his entire face instead of just his mouth. He held Henry by his side and covered his mouth with his hand, just like a kidnapper.

Alan observed the two with part of his gaze, and with the rest of his gaze, he looked around the teleportation room. The teleportation door was already broken, but it was able to function somewhat after replacing it with a nearby spare part.

Oros and Henry threw themselves into the blue waters, and Alan followed.

This time, the scenery didn’t change in an instant. Blue light shot out in a cylindrical shape, and Alan’s body just drifted forward like a fish caught in a rapid current.

‘What is this?’

As soon as I touched the cylinder, my hand flew away. The tremendous repulsive force penetrated into my bones.

‘oh···.’

I couldn’t let this interesting experience go to waste. I wrapped [Space Manipulation] around my hand and touched the wall again. Ignoring the repulsive force, I dug my finger in.

I expected the blue wall to tear apart as it shot forward, but I was wrong. Alan’s body went against the flow and hung on the wall. Oros and Henry quickly disappeared.

‘There’s only one passageway, so it’ll be okay.’

Alan used his other hand to widen the gap, then pushed his gaze outward.

‘tree?’

The first thing I saw was a tree. Not just any tree, but one so huge it was impossible to contain in my field of vision.

‘Is that the World Tree? And that…? Huh?’

Alan realized that his memory had been cut off. He felt dizzy as soon as he saw something wrapped around the tree roots. And he found himself moving along with the flow.

The blue passage spat out Alan. As he lay still on the ground, Oros and Henry, who had arrived first, approached him with worried faces.

“Mr. Alan, come to your senses.”

“I’m fine.”

Alan took the hand Oros extended and got up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall the scene he had seen earlier. The memory itself had completely disappeared.

Instead, something else flashed. The half of my mind that I had set aside was working on the study of the magic circle of the spatial relics.

Space manipulation changed to [Space Control]. If the manipulation was like a shower, then control felt like a fire hose. However, I wasn’t happy. I was more disappointed by the scenes I missed than by the changes in the special runes.

‘I agree too.’

I also agreed with the spirit that was allocated to research.

‘Can you recover your memories?’

‘It’s impossible. I feel unworthy.’

‘If you try to force yourself to grab onto something, it will only get further away. Let’s focus on the present.’

Alan finished his self-questioning and gathered his divided minds into one. His mind, which had regained its original abilities, spread out in all directions. The world seemed much clearer.

Alan entered the control room, put on his golden crown, and searched the records. There were many things in good condition, as it was a place free from the abomination.

This place was also a shelter, a place assigned to the slave class of El Dorado. And all the slaves were dwarves.

Henry screamed after hearing Alan’s explanation.

“The Dwarf Clan of the El Dorado Bank!”

“you’re right.”

“They had this secret hidden from them. They are descendants of a fallen ancient civilization! Are we the first excavators?”

“Could this be grave robbery?”

“If the purpose is property, then it’s grave robbery. If the purpose is research, then it’s excavation. We are naturally the latter.”

Alan and Oros agreed: Shamelessness and self-justification are sometimes useful tools.

Alan read the fragmented records.

“It says freedom and revolution.”

“From the dwarves’ point of view, it’s a revolution, but from the El Dorado refugees’ point of view, it’s a rebellion.”

“It was a revolution because it was successful.”

The ruling class who had fled were either young or had just become adults. They were mentally distressed, knowing that their families had been torn apart by the hate group.

The dwarven ancestors who wanted freedom did not miss the opportunity. They wiped out the ruling class and grafted their genes onto themselves.

‘That’s why even the pupils are golden.’

As I dug through the records, I found that there was also a vault that was piled high with gold in preparation for the worst. Of course, I wasn’t interested in that, but the information storage device that the El Dorado people who had fled were much more important.

“Those ignorant bastards!”

Henry was indignant, for he knew that most of the equipment had been lost during the revolution.

Still, the exploration went on. Alan played a video.

An old dwarf was wearing on his head an object identical to the golden crown that Alan had.

The dwarf’s face was full of deep thought. There were dark bags under his eyes, and his sagging skin was as dry as dirt. He held his head.

[I was happier when I did what I was told. I forgot that freedom comes with a price.]

He harvested the germ cells of his own kind, whose genes had been properly established by the ruling class. Then he ordered all his kind to commit suicide. There was no noise because of the crown’s mental control.

Oros and Henry opened their eyes wide at the sudden leap. Alan also watched intently. The dwarf sealed the crown.

[Our time is over, but there is a way to continue the bloodshed.]

The dwarf aimed something like a gun at his head. Bam! The body went limp, and the automaton next to him picked up the body and disappeared. The video cut out.

Alan said.

“This was both a tomb and a cradle. The gametes collected were stored here, and the automaton would fertilize them at the right time to create the Bank’s bloodline.”

“The automaton must have trained them and sent them out. Do you think the dwarven bloodline of El Dorado knows about this?”

“You wouldn’t know.”

The Golden Crown’s lock had to be unlocked to reveal the image, but the procedure wasn’t perfect, so the Golden Crown recognized the Dwarven bloodline as a slave class.

And destruction. It not only ended civilization, but also did not allow the survival of the species.

‘I guess that’s what they mean when they say an era has ended.’

Alan pulled Coatl out of the Heaven Road. He had promised to grant him freedom if he helped him out twice more, but the bonds of destruction seemed to have taken their toll on him, as he seemed to have lost his wits.

‘What a pity.’

Alan got up and put Coatl back into the Heaven’s Path. He happened to see a box and a kid coming into the management office, but something was strange about their behavior.

“Did you get the gold?”

Beep?

Kyuureuk?

There was gold dust on the mouth of the little boy’s power suit. I pretended not to notice since it seemed like he only took one.

Alan escaped from the shelter. Connecting to the Samramansang, he realized that this was the Western Continent. To be exact, it was a forest within a mansion.

“You’ve come a long way.”

“I hate to tell Cucumber that I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“There is another way.”

Allen made a video call to Goldberg.

[Whew… what’s going on all of a sudden at dawn? If it weren’t for you… it’s morning there. Wait, the forest?! No!]