Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 404



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Hiding a House in the Apocalypse Episode 404

164. Hypothesis (1)

It was a day with thunder and lightning.

In the ruined city, we prepared for the final battle.

The mission objective was one monster.

He was in the heart of the city.

The city was in a concentric circle shape centered around a single statue, and at each point entering the center, powerful medium- to large-sized combat monsters stood guard as if guarding the emperor.

Coincidentally, where the city’s iconic statue of the resisting people once stood, a rippling crack appeared as if by fate, looking down on our ruined and destined civilization.

Humanity prepared its final counterattack against the city of death.

“This is the grass. We’ve eliminated the target and secured the road. We’re moving to the next operation area.”

“Alpha One. Target A13 has been eliminated. Moving to the next location.”

“Incoming fire from the Chinese Air Force. Entering the target area. Bombing of the designated area will now commence.”

45 Korean hunters, 73 Chinese hunters, and about 500 other Chinese soldiers were deployed for this operation.

Although the force was small, only the best were selected.

The target was a large species accused of controlling monsters.

Although no specific photos or videos have been found, the Chinese military believed the creature existed based on survivors’ testimonies and discussed this with me.

The reason they chose me over a scholar is because they know I am not the type to submit to authority.

At the time, “academics” were dominated by mainstream schools of thought armed with authority of unclear origins, as was often the case in other similar fields.

According to their logic, the idea of ​​a thinking monster was as absurd as the idea of ​​a rabbit living on the moon.

I based my conclusions solely on survivor testimony, evidence, and my own personal experience.

It’s worth a try.

The power was also sufficient.

At that time, we had Kang Han-min and Na Hye-in who had awakened through Awaken.

We planned to use them as our main force and kill the leader of the monsters positioned in front of the rift.

The vengeful Chinese gave their lives to provide us with detailed information and provided us with maximum force even when the military was unable to function due to extreme internal conflict.

That’s how the human counterattack began.

Everything went smoothly.

Advance and occupation according to the pre-determined schedule, securing the area, eliminating targets of interest, unexpected good news of the discovery of survivors, and observation of an unidentified large species reported from the vanguard.

What if we had gone one step further?

The change came without warning.

“I······ I can’t do this. I can’t go any further. My body feels weird.”

“I’m sorry. I’m having trouble seeing things right now. I can’t control my body. Someone, please help me.”

Kang Han-min and Na Hye-in, who were in charge of the main characters, retreated in front of an unidentified monster.

With the two biggest cornerstones, Awaken, gone, all the plans we had made with the Chinese were on the verge of collapse.

“Where is my axe?”

“What are you going to do?”

At Kim Da-ram’s question, I took off my headset and stormed out of the command center.

“We are going.”

It was a day with thunder and lightning.

Most of my memories from that time have faded and become worn like wet newspaper, but the bad weather that day is forever etched into a corner of my memory in an unchanging form.

That day, I was defeated by a monster for the first time.

*

When I came to, I was in a hospital bed.

My last memory was returning to my accommodations, being on the internet, when I suddenly developed a high fever and headache, and then lying down on the bed and trying to fall asleep.

“What time is it now?”

I asked the nurse.

The nurse answered that he had been asleep for 20 hours without moving an inch.

My physical condition wasn’t bad.

Rather, it even feels pleasant.

It seems that the fatigue from long-term overwork has accumulated in his body.

When I came back after going to the bathroom for a moment, Cheon Yeong-jae and Kim Da-ram were standing next to my hospital bed.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Kim Da-ram asked while observing my complexion.

Looking at her face, she seems to be okay.

I can see the worry disappearing from his face before he even answers.

“······Thanks to you, I slept well.”

It’s not an easy task.

Being able to get a good night’s sleep in a situation like this.

At the end, I think I had a nightmare about that day, but so what.

It’s been a month since the monsters began their full-scale offensive.

The offensive itself is being blocked without difficulty.

He’s blocking a horde of monsters as if he’s betting and hitting the ball right when someone tosses it.

But the situation is not good.

Although the ominous signs have already been revealed, people cannot endure the current state of tension for long.

The Necropolis that Valentine brought back with his life was filled with only posts criticizing the new Seoul government, and on our bulletin board, posts criticizing Woo Min-hee’s incompetence and demanding an expansion of the citizen committee continued to appear.

The reason I stayed up all night and surfed the internet was because I spent a lot of time systematically deleting and blocking pro-incitement posts – probably done by hand.

Another concern is Woo Min-hee’s mental state.

She has been forced to become the new mayor of Seoul, but she does not have the sense of responsibility or the will to take on this position.

Although he fought against the Jeju side on our behalf for a while, Woo Min-hee quickly grew tired and fed up with the unchanging situation and the growing discontent among his subordinates.

“You didn’t show up at the meeting today either?”

Woo Min-hee was absent from the meeting yesterday and today.

She always behaves in a self-indulgent manner, but now she represents the new Seoul.

For a representative to do this only jeopardizes her position.

Up until now, she has avoided taking responsibility in petty ways like director and such, but now everyone knows that she is the new leader of Seoul.

I tried to contact Woo Min-hee personally, but I did not hear back.

“······.”

People say.

Why aren’t there any full-scale attacks when there are so many monsters in the cracks?

If we all rush in at once, wouldn’t we be able to quickly destroy this city built on ruins?

I wondered that too.

But looking at the current situation, it seems like we don’t need to do something like an all-out offensive.

The human empire is sick and collapsing from within just by continuing to send a handful of troops.

“Is your skeleton okay?”

Hong Da-jeong and Defender came to visit.

Although Hong Da-jeong’s face had become quite gaunt, there was no noticeable deterioration in her health.

She noticed, then came over to me and whispered in a low voice.

“Are things going well with you, Chief Woo?”

“What are you talking about?”

“No, I heard that rumor.”

“It’s just a rumor.”

Who spread such a strange rumor?

Is it Kim Da-ram?

There is no one other than Kim Da-ram.

This is Kim Da-ram.

It’s 100% Kim Da-ram.

Even if Kim Da-ram is dead, he is still Kim Da-ram.

When I tried to call Kim Da-ram right away, I heard Defender’s voice.

“You bastards.”

He was looking out the window.

I know what you’re looking at.

It’s the shouts of the protesters that have been faintly heard from outside since a while ago.

The growing number of protesters is one of the main reasons why Woo Min-hee does not attend the meeting.

“······Some people risk their lives fighting against fucking fanatic bastards.”

The Defender felt my gaze and looked at me.

“My luck is dead.”

An unknown name.

Judging by the nuance, it seems like he is one of his teammates who followed the defender.

“He did something that deserved to die. He didn’t listen even when I told him to beat him up and kill him quickly, so he ended up getting headshotted by a normal person.”

“All white?”

“Oh. That guy who attacked the hunter team you rescued.”

A clear murderous look appeared in the Defender’s eyes.

“I will definitely catch that bastard······!”

After the Defender siblings left, Cheon Yeong-jae returned.

“Senior. Is this okay?”

Cheon Yeong-jae brought satellite internet equipment and a laptop.

“Good job.”

The doctor advised rest for three days.

I won’t rest for all three days, but I plan to rest for about one day.

mmmmmmmmm™ : Captain M9’s Today’s Seoul Breaking News! (32)

Of course, I’m not planning on reading Emgu’s crappy writing while I’m resting.

I was habitually clicking on popular posts and ended up reading the article written by that guy, Emgu.

If you scroll down a bit, you’ll see that it’s a worthless piece of crap, but why is it on the popular posts?

That’s because there’s a beautiful woman in the photo.

Ji Young-hee, a resident of The Hope, appears at the edge of the photo taken by Emgu as if it were a given.

It hasn’t appeared as a main character yet, and we only see it from the side or in passing, but it’s clearly visible to my eyes as an internet expert.

It is a very deliberate and intentional arrangement.

Animals, babies, beauties.

Isn’t it called the three sacred things that increase internet views?

No matter how much Ji Young -hee is ruined, he won’t be able to get along with Mu like a guy.

Even if it’s a mutation, it won’t be a big problem.

Our friend, the ruthless Emgu, has already accidentally thrown his “pet” under the Hope.

Besides that, Baek Seung-hyun posted something after a long time, but no one clicked on it.

dongtanmom: Shintobuli… Shintobuli… Yum yum…

When I saw the title, I sighed.

Isn’t it time you came to your senses?

Why do you keep munching on food when you can’t even find something decent to chew on at sea?

Anyway, leaving these tiresome yet familiar Internet friends’ posts behind, I headed to the English bulletin board.

This is another internet world full of shitposting, but it’s a place where destruction is happening more slowly than ours, and there are many articles written by professional hunters, so there’s something to be gained.

“······.”

Knock knock

It’s been a long time since I used the Internet in a way that was true to its original function.

Of course, I did use my personal “power” to some extent.

SKELTON: Vivabot, I’m really sorry, but could you put my post on the popular posts list?

SKELTON: That’s a really sound intention.

Although there was a bit of bickering, Vivabot granted my request in the dedicated chat room.

VIVA_BOT014: Then I’ll open a discussion tab. Put some highlights!

A new forum for discussion has opened.

The topic was “large-scale offensive.”

The failing Melon Mask company even guaranteed a product using drones.

VIVA_BOT014 : Melon is still grateful to you. Skeleton!

As products directly related to survival were put on the line, numerous posts were posted.

As always, these trending message boards are 70% nonsense and 29% lies.

Only about 1% is valuable.

Finding something worth reading within that 1% is the skill of an Internet master.

I soon discovered a few notable users and compiled their posts.

I started reading from the writing of my friend who wrote the article that best matched my intentions.

Danpool833: That’s how Kansas fell. There was never a single major offensive that the experts expected. Small groups – but mediocre firepower and untouchable – would periodically breach the defenses, and the National Guard would respond with fire.

Danpool833: We held out like that for three whole years. But then a riot broke out internally. There was nothing we could do. People were dying of hunger and death, and corruption was also uncovered in the midst of all that.

Danpool833: The protesters attacked the army, and the army attacked the protesters. The city was on fire, and there was looting and rape everywhere. A gray-white crowd leisurely crossed the abandoned defense line without any hindrance.

Danpool833: That’s the end of my hometown.

Let’s look at another example.

yari-magic: The idea of ​​a large-scale offensive is an illusion.

yari-magic: They say that such a case happened in China, but even that is something that the Chinese are good at – isn’t that a lie?

yari-magic: I have never heard of a large-scale offensive in India.

yari-magic: Even before monsters appeared, the world had already reached its limit on a global scale, and monsters merely set fire to the social structure that had reached that limit.

yari-magic: Since the advent of nuclear weapons, the cycle of war – population decline – revival that has maintained human society since time immemorial has collapsed. Another problem is that people who should have died have lived too long due to advances in medicine.

yari-magic: Although the life span of each individual has been extended, when looking at the human species as a whole, it only serves to increase cancer cells.

yari-magic: It wasn’t monsters that destroyed humans. It was humans that destroyed themselves.

This feels like it reveals too much of one’s own thoughts.

I feel like I was going well but ended up in a strange place.

As expected from an English bulletin board, there were also opinions from users in Europe, not North America.

LVRM: Large-scale offensive.

LVRM: It is true that there was a large-scale offensive in China. This is impossible to refute because there is clear evidence.

LVRM: That’s true, that happened in the beginning.

LVRM: But at least from what I remember, there haven’t been any large-scale offensives recently.

LVRM: If there was such a big event, it would have come up here. It’s Live! Apocalypse! It’s a feeling. Just filming the video for that Twelve Square is enough to guarantee it.

LVRM: But the cities continue to collapse.

LVRM: Why?

“······.”

I guess people all think similarly.

I see that there are quite a few people who have similar opinions to me.

But just having the same thoughts doesn’t solve the problem.

We need a way to overcome this reality.

But who can offer a solution?

Even I, who have dedicated half my life to fighting monsters, can’t find any clues.

The solution I suggested is to kill the general type, but how do I find him?

Is there any way to find out?

The world is largely destroyed, drones crash as soon as they are launched, and satellite images are rendered useless by the fog raised by eroded areas.

Does that mean I can send people?

“······.”

I was about to return to the Korean bulletin board with an answer of my own, but still feeling frustrated.

A certain passage magically caught my eye.

Zebusika: Even among monsters, there’s a leader who thinks. Then why don’t we just make that bastard angry?

In an article where a keyboard battle is taking place over why there is no large-scale offensive, this is a one-line comment from a third party who did not participate in the keyboard battle.

It’s literally a piece of nonsense that no one pays attention to.

But strangely enough, this article caught my eye.

Why is that?

The truth that Woo Min-hee told me.

In that the general type has a fear of me?

Knowing fear doesn’t necessarily mean you have other emotions, but fear is an emotion that only those with a subject called ego can have.

If we consider that emotions are children born of the ego, this is not such a foolish claim.

As I was watching the keyboard battle go by with a blank expression on my face, my phone rang.

“Captain. Something strange has been discovered near Seoul Station.”

A blurry, illegible photo was sent.

It’s a monster. A large one at that.

It’s a type I’ve never seen before.

A gray-white monster with an appearance reminiscent of the queen of termites was occupying the railroad tracks of the old Seoul Station like a throne.

I’m not sure, but

“Wait a minute. Change Woo Min-hee. Tell her I have something important to talk to you about.”

This guy. Could he be a screamer type?