Hiding the House in the Apocalypse - Hiding the House in the Apocalypse chapter 67

41. dream

This story is about Rebecca’s Viva! Apocalypse! I adapted what I read on American bulletin boards with my own imagination.

Before she could tell this incredible story, she called me into her domain, complaining of lack of food.

As she handed over the food, she blurted out to me.

“Are there any vacancies there?”

I didn’t answer for sure.

It’s something I’ve been thinking about before, but I haven’t been able to make up my mind yet.

It was not so easy for me, who was used to living alone, to be able to adapt to my next-door neighbor, and I, who had always pursued individual survivalism, suddenly changed my course to collective survivalism.

Instead, he gave her meat and promised the next thing.

“Skelton Juicy-one.”

Su-woo was given canned yellow peaches from Woo Min-hee, but Rebecca took half of it and ate it.

Rebecca told me while eating the ecliptic.

“Didn’t I tell you there was an amazing story before?”

Like a minstrel, she played the guitar she had picked up from somewhere.

When I told him to put away his bad skills, she immediately threw down the guitar and whispered to Suu to start talking.

“Listen. Skeleton.”

The stage of the story was China.

There seems to be a beautiful lake called Dongting Lake in Hangzhou, China.

On the low hill overlooking the lake, the villas of China’s richest people were packed, and a genius inventor made a bizarre advertisement going around the villas.

War is unavoidable, and there are only a few countries left that accept us Chinese, and even if they accept us, we ourselves will not be satisfied.

The heaven the inventor spoke of was not a country in the sky with the Jade Emperor and the Jecheon Daeseong, but a virtual world created by coding, programming, and labor.

Another world with an actual scale of 144 km2, encompassing the Journey to the West and the Guardians, the Three Kingdoms and the Chronicles, numerous masterpieces by Kim Yong and Ko Ryong, Chinese and Japanese at the same time, and even the American elements they hate, was created by an inventor’s bold imagination. .

The inventor may have been less patriotic than other Chinese in that the world lacked hanbok and gat, ssam and paochai.

Regardless, the virtual world was created with an inventor’s sincerity close to paranoia, and like reality, almost all touchable things could interact and moved according to their own data and algorithms.

For example, if a user picks a flower on the roadside, the flower disappears, but a changed object called germinated seed remains and a new flower is regenerated after 24 hours. Flowers do not bloom.

Such interactions took place almost all over the 144 square kilometer virtual world.

The possibilities were endless.

You could farm and you could fish.

You could forge your weapons to hunt mobs to raise your level, build a castle using the building function and become the owner of the castle, or a large group could wage a siege over the castle.

The greatest pride of this virtual world was the beautiful scenery created by adding Chinese and world famous places and Chinese fantasy.

The inventor boldly gave the world he had created a name derived from the famous dream of a butterfly.

However, the true aim of the inventor was not to be in a perfect virtual world.

The virtual world was just one material.

The inventor was looking at the next.

The true butterfly dream, he thought, had to be combined with an air-raid shelter that was completely defended and equipped with self-survival facilities, not just the world he created.

It is to enjoy daily fantasies in the virtual world he has created, leisurely and comfortably, receiving nourishment in his own survival facility without worrying about any external threats.

Like a summer dream that will never end.

Since reality cannot be changed, the inventor’s vision was to create a new reality and wait for the storm to pass within it.

The inventor’s grand plan did not pay off from the beginning.

The paradise he was trying to create required too much money.

At first, the inventor’s target audience was the ordinary working class.

Viva, which became a hot topic around the world at the time! Like Apocalypse!, the inventor’s plan was to accumulate capital at a flat monthly fee, and then, when a crisis struck, evacuate people to the Butterfly Dream Center in each province of China and make them dream a dream that would last forever.

The inventor, Jang So-cheong, like his role model Melon Mask, tried to create a topic by going on a trip on social media in China, but unlike Melon Mask, he did not have enough wealth and his achievements as a businessman were not good.

The inventor was miserably ignored by the general public.

However, he was not one to be discouraged by a single failure.

The inventor changed course and made a publicity campaign against China’s vaunted 0.1% rejection.

However, the business did not go so smoothly.

It is because, to them, who lived like royalty in the Qing Dynasty, it seemed as if they were walking into exile on their own to spend billions of dollars in a virtual world, not the real world, and live together with unwanted people in a controlled situation.

A VIP taunted the inventor by throwing an ashtray in his face.

“it hurts? Are you sick? Your reaction amuses me. Because only living humans can have the anger that appeared on your distorted face and the way you hold back even with that anger. Think about it. What’s the fun in venting your anger against a doll?”

The inventor, Zhang Xiaowei, rubbed his bruised eyelids to let go of anger and shame before coming up with a terrifying idea.

The inventor reluctantly held a new investment briefing session.

On the spot, he came out with a new plan that was different from before.

Instead of wearing skinny jeans and a black T-shirt that imitated the melon mask as before, he came out wearing an overly shiny tailcoat and bow tie, and the inventor bowed excessively servilely to investors, recalling a smile on his still-swollen face.

Investors reacted poorly, but the inventor didn’t care.

He spoke of “changes” with a face that was even impudent.

“VIPs who have paid the investment will receive a Moorim account in the world of Butterfly Dream. The Murim people are literally masters of martial arts, and will start with a different level of armed force and talent than ordinary people. What are you doing with that weapon? yes. You have to step on, kill, and play with insignificant people who access Butterfly Dream for free.”

The inventor added, tying a bow tie.

“yes. The NPCs will be filled with friends who log in for free.”

On that day, the inventor achieved the greatest achievement of his life.

He collected tens of billions of investment money on the spot, and even after that, he had to deal with investors who brought bundles of money to the point where even ten bodies were not enough.

As the party collapsed with the collapse of Beijing and the factions divided under the name of the party became warlords with their own foundations, the inventor called the VIPs together.

Coincidentally, the place was around Dong Dong Lake, where he first conducted publicity activities.

The inventor, who had already made secret pacts with several warlords, proudly unveiled the huge luxury air-raid shelter he had built.

“When the war begins, here we will have dreams that will never end.”

Most of the VIPs who gathered on the first day of convocation showed a satisfactory response, and some VIPs even asked the inventor if there was room for the concubines and lovers they would bring.

The inventor smiled and said that everything was fine.

The next thing the inventor did was arrange NPCs for VIPs.

He opened free butterfly dream experience centers all over the continent.

The facility could not be called good with empty words.

Dozens of virtual equipment were placed in underground facilities like opium dens that were prevalent throughout the continent in the late Qing Dynasty, and people who were close to transporting livestock were pushed aside to serve Butterfly Dreams.

The inventor spoke to the general public by servicing Butterfly Dreams at almost free prices.

“You will experience a world you have never felt before. Come on in. This is your new paradise. You can enjoy it almost for free. But there is no free lunch in this world.”

People didn’t really care what the inventor’s free lunch meant.

In order to forget the terrible world, people immersed themselves in the world of butterfly dreams like starving people who hurriedly swallow hot food.

The world of butterfly dreams that unfolded to them was truly a new paradise.

With dozens of content and endless possibilities, such as hunting, building a house, raising animals, weaving, painting, playing music and composing, Butterfly Dream has enough charm to become a refuge for people who are losing everything in a gloomy era. there was.

In an instant, Butterfly Dreams quickly emerged as the most dominant online content in China.

As for how popular it was, there were occasional sword fights over the tickets for the Butterfly Butterfly Dream, and a military organization under the guise of a gang occupied the Butterfly Butterfly Dream use center.

As Gang Seong-pa, who took control of the Shanghai area, prepared for a war with Taiwan, the inventor quietly called VIPs to Dong Dong Lake.

“Now is the time to dream.”

On that day, an unheard-of and unseen existence called the Moorim people appeared in the virtual world of Butterfly Dream.

They had transcendent fighting power enough to kill even a warrior who had reached level 100, the highest level of the original Butterfly Dream, with a single finger.

The Murim people who suddenly appeared destroyed the house that ordinary users invested hundreds of hours in, killed users, and destroyed everything they owned.

Some Murim people built a huge castle in the world of Butterfly Dreams, killed the lord with a single shot while his subordinates watched, and then hung his head on top of the castle gate. He demanded to do so and killed all the users who did not bow.

In a sense, those Murim people were no different from monsters.

However, in the absence of other entertainment and comfort, ordinary people tried to change their lives in the virtual world by grabbing their hungry stomachs at the filthy and dirty public access center.

Its appearance was quite diverse.

There were people who walked the path of voluntary slavery while suiting the taste of the Murim people, and there were people who built their own village in a remote place that was not noticed by the Murim people. There were also people.

There was also a group to kill the Murim people.

They mobilized all known game systems and squeezed their wisdom, but they came to one conclusion.

It was impossible to kill the Murim people unless they were away for a long time while maintaining the connection.

In the virtual world, Moorim’s physical strength is about 2,500, but ordinary people can inflict only 1 damage.

No matter what you do, you can’t exceed 1.

It is said that you have to hit 2,500 units without getting hit by one.

One user calculated that if you want to kill a Murim user one-on-one, you have to beat him consistently for 3 hours and 12 minutes without getting hit even once before you can barely kill a Murim user.

Of course, when the user with the Moorim account returns to their seat, they can be resurrected at any time.

That sounds virtually impossible.

When it became known that under the current system, ordinary users could not kill Murim people by any means, they thought of a third option, hacking or realistic attack.

However, no one knew the location of the VIP air defense shelter in Butterfly Dream, and before they could do anything with hacking, nuclear weapons from the United States and its allies blew up major cities.

Ordinary users who survived were abandoned in monster-occupied areas or disappeared one after another in a hell dominated by looters and warlords.

They cursed the Murim people until the end and died.

However, the destruction of the Murim people, which they had longed for, occurred only after they disappeared.

The Moorim people, who lost the toy called ordinary users, struggled to find new entertainment by wandering around the virtual world created by the inventor in search of new things to play.

The uneasy alliance continued for about a year.

But that insignificant content soon ran out.

The Murim people realized that there is no content that is as good as people, and started fighting among themselves.

It didn’t take long for the fight to become a reality.

bang! Tata Tata Tang!

The air defense shelter turned into a battlefield.

The VIP with security guards had an advantage, but the balance was quickly overturned when the military VIP rallied the survivors and launched a counterattack.

As the blood-washing battle continued, the inventor came out of the shelter as if guided by fate.

The whole world had turned gray and white.

A huge monster I had never seen before, but I knew what it was, glanced back at him and walked leisurely somewhere in the grey-white world.

The inventor locked himself in a shelter-manager’s shelter within a pre-built air-raid shelter for him.

In it, the inventor is a Viva created by his role model! Apocalypse! Accessed the English bulletin board.

Even before the war, he secretly accesses American bulletin boards, uses the English he used in his youth, and hangs out with American users.

xiao837 : Isn’t this world someone’s dream?

Demanding no communication, sympathy, or sympathy, he repeatedly posted one-sided messages on the bulletin board of his enemies, like a bird in the mountains.

So-called, I started to write regular articles.

American bulletin board users found him strange with a Chinese nickname, but they didn’t seem to pay much attention, befitting a place where there are as many bizarre psychopaths as Korean bulletin boards.

How long has it been since then?

In the air-raid shelter where everyone died, the inventor felt that death was not far away and finally accessed the world he created and saw the illusion he created.

An unbelievable sight was unfolding.

Murim people were lying dead.

The culprit was a regular user.

He was holding a wooden stick, and he was repeatedly beating the motionless Moorim man with the wooden stick.

One! One! One! One!

While doing only 1 damage.

As the inventor approached, a regular user spoke through voice chat.

“Are you the only one left? Garbage child.”

It was unmistakably a living human voice.

It was the voice of an ordinary user who had been degraded to become a VIP’s plaything.

The voice was full of rage.

That immeasurable rage killed the Avatar, a martial art that could only be killed by beating it down for 3 hours and 12 minutes.

When the inventor tried to say something, the regular user disappeared in front of his eyes.

The creator of the world, the inventor, recognized that the general user had logged out of the virtual world by pressing ＜Connection＞, but he, who was already exhausted and dying, interpreted the phenomenon he had seen in a completely different way.

What was reflected in his eyes was not a normal user, but a monster.

The inventor is Viva! Apocalypse! He accessed an English bulletin board and recounted the story he had experienced in a calm handwriting.

At the end of it, the inventor probably wrote a brief note of his last impressions.

xiao837 : ······Like that, our dreams were eaten by monsters.

For some reason, he took a picture of his face and uploaded it, but the man in the picture was covered in dark shadows and due to the low quality and low volume, it was impossible to make a detailed judgment, but at least the skin of the lower official he revealed was grayish white and had skin as hard as an old tree.

“What do you think of Skeleton?”

Suu asked, showing a face that clearly deviated from the human category.

“It looks like a monster.”

“right?”

It is said that the first evacuation fleet from Incheon departed with a boat horn and arrived at Jeju Island.

The Jeju government welcomed them warmly and grandly.

For some reason, the news sounded like a dream from a distant world to me.