I Will Take a Break at Academy - Chapter 313



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How to Live Immortally Episode 313

313 Oh, yes. Is that so?

Even Gaon, who had seen countless tragedies, had never experienced such a case before. Although Ryongyeong had established the torture technique of Chuksaengdo, this was child’s play compared to this.

It was difficult to even guess whether this was technically possible.

Moreover, the inside and outside were reversed, so it was impossible to confirm the identity. Whether it was a man, a woman, a boy, or an old man. One thing was clear—

‘He’s the owner here, or at least someone related to him.’

He was locked up in a basement where no one knew about him. It would be easy to check if there was a device or something, but there was no way the guy who made people like this would have left any room for it.

I was curious about who the culprit was.

Because it was not a dismantling that could be achieved with the current generation of medical technology.

The form ‘itself’ could be implemented in a similar way somehow, but the most important thing, maintaining life, was difficult.

The period of time a human can survive without eating or drinking is about a week.

But the house had been up for auction for at least several years.

It means that he endured that time alone in an imperfect state. Without any separate life support system.

A strange phenomenon that cannot be explained by science.

‘Ability?’

But it was too heterogeneous to be concluded as the work of a metahuman.

Because the capabilities used on site appeared to be at least two: dismantling and maintenance.

Originally, each human being could possess only one ability. Even the consultant could only use one at a time.

Gaon also uses nectar to use other abilities, but strictly speaking, it is closer to a talent.

You’re simply replacing the expression of certain genetic traits with the infinite calories of immortality.

That’s why development only ends up discharging static electricity or stimulating the nervous system.

When the basis of spiritual power is derived from a supernatural ability or martial arts, it is related to the fact that you can only choose one―S―――I look down at my feet at the sound that is more certain.

There are eyes stuck to the ground like a flounder. When our eyes meet, tears flow out from between the remaining eyelids.

A body that cannot even commit suicide despite the fact that recovery is impossible. You must be relieved that you can finally face the end.

The loneliness that seeped into the underground space would be just as painful as the punishment he was receiving now.

Of course, before that―

“Mr.… … No, maybe it’s Miss. Mrs.”

Since we don’t know the gender and age, the title becomes ambiguous, so we decided to omit it.

“Anyway, housekeeper.”

S―――

“Don’t worry. I’m not a thief or anything. Rather, I’m on your side. If he died unjustly, I plan to reveal it.”

It was an inhumane and unethical sanction, even if the housekeeper had been a heinous villain while alive.

Sure, there are people who can never be forgiven, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to be toyed with.

This was more of an impulsive prank than a serious teaching.

Incinerating non-combustible waste is one of the problem solvers’ jobs.

“I wish you could tell me why it turned out like that.”

I didn’t ask because I wanted an answer.

He was a man who didn’t even know where his head was. I thought he wouldn’t be able to communicate, but what’s this? The wall was shaking as if it was waiting for that question.

If you get close and touch it, you can feel the outline of the buried monitor.

When Gaon finds the control pad and manipulates it, the flesh tears and the integrated computer opens.

Gaon scratched his chin when he found a file on the screen that had just been powered on.

“The Destructionist’s Guide?”

It was a field that the landlord was already passionate about.

[Destruction is coming, so do not resist, but humbly submit to the day of the end]

Let’s take a look to see if there’s any connection. An absurd introduction catches the eye.

“Oh, yes. Is that so?”

Contrary to its grandiose slogan, it was a general knowledge book. It contained skills necessary for survival, such as architecture, farming, and folk remedies, so it could be said to be practical.

But as it went on, the content became more and more mysterious.

[If the day of destruction comes, all of humanity will have to pay the price for their sins in a small box without ever seeing the light of day until they are extinct. This is karma and the natural order of things, so do not dare to go against it. Just develop the ability to go with the flow and fulfill the duty of a destroyer.]

“casket?”

It was a word that got stuck in my throat. I wanted to say it even if it was just a word, but there was no way such a concept existed in the 24th century.

As I was thinking back on my memories, a scene from one day suddenly came to mind.

‘This is a request. I want to know why my brother had to be sacrificed.’

The Box project, which is said to have been led by Croft’s older brother Craig.

Would it be convenient to assume that the box mentioned by the doomsday activists is no different from that box?

‘Maybe so.’

The city council that had ordered everything behind the scenes to make Craig paralyzed in order to silence him was the city council. That means that if the box in the doomsday manual is like The Box Project, then the top of humanity will also participate in the doomsday.

This was a contradictory argument.

In a choice between living and committing suicide, there is no way that anyone would choose the latter.

“No, maybe.”

If everyone was rational and reasonable, World War III would not have happened. The same goes for the doomsday manual.

[How to build a virtual reality, how to control actors, how to obtain resources… … .]

It was inconsistent and jumbled, with only areas that were too intellectual to learn while shouting destruction.

The moment you scroll down to the last chapter, a meaningful conclusion greets the reader.

[All records of the destruction will be recorded only in the computer. It will be widely disseminated so that as many people as possible can learn about it and respond to it.]

Contrary to his grand ambitions, Gaon had never encountered a book like this before. It was likely to be consumed as gossip and become a rumor.

As expected, the moment I blinked my eyes, a completely different phrase than before popped out, giving me a rough idea of ​​the reason.

[All records of destruction are written in writing. To prevent the unfortunate event of widespread dissemination and the resulting loss of innocent lives.]

Almost simultaneously, my hair stood on end and a chill ran down my spine as I watched the text being edited in real time.

[If the above records are discovered on the computer, destroy them all immediately―]

“The safety of altered information cannot be guaranteed?”

Just as I was about to ask what that meant, a noise started coming out of a speaker that shouldn’t be working.

“Hey, who’s there?”

A loud noise, as if someone was shouting right into my ear. My entire eardrums were shaking so much that my stomach was about to tingle. It was clearly an attack with a physical substance, but nothing was detected in Mandala’s airspace.

As if echoing, the waves circling around in my head are rapidly amplified. A vibration that reaches the bone marrow. Even if I try to control the direction of movement with a spiral, I am helpless. At least, I cannot even perceive it at this point.

The skull expands and the crown of the head opens wide.

This is―

‘It’s going to explode.’

* * *

“Ugh.”

Gaon, who woke up in a pool of blood, stroked his head. It had been a long time since he had died so defenselessly. It was also the first time that he could not understand the reason at all.

[ERROR]

I hurriedly looked at the screen, but the Destructionist Manual had disappeared without a trace.

Could this be a trap for potential guests?

‘no.’

If that’s the case, the housekeeper would have stopped it first.

S–

S-, uh-

You could tell just by looking at the housekeeper, who had been repeating a phrase as if he was having a seizure just a moment ago.

Given that he was guided naturally, it is highly likely that he did not know about the Doomsday Guide.

Perhaps, the process was so intense that the events before and after were not remembered and just faded away.

An explosive force that spreads from the inside to the outside of the body. Even Gaon would have been helpless if he didn’t have the unique regenerative ability of the immortal, and would have become the second painting.

The housekeeper probably ended up like that after studying the doomsday manual.

S-d, uh-

S-d, uh-

“Do you want to say something?”

S-d, uh-

The housekeeper chimed in agreement, his voice thumping.

“Sud? Sod, Sodo, Sod, or Third?”

The housekeeper remains silent as he blurts out the words he had said one letter at a time. As if that were the correct answer.

“under.”

Third.

The third race to achieve civilization in the universe. They were the predecessors to the Force-infused human race.

“Are you sure they’re behind it?”

* * *

Fire trucks and ambulances cut through the narrow road. Citizens come out to watch the commotion that has struck the quiet neighborhood. Their gaze is focused on a single house that is burning endlessly.

Gaon also blended in with the crowd and blankly stared at the scene.

It was an intentional arson to restore the housekeeper’s peace, but it was known to the world as a safety accident caused by a short circuit. In any case, it was a house that had been neglected.

Since responsibility is unclear, there will likely be no in-depth investigation.

“Don’t worry about revenge.”

Aren’t they the ones who blow people’s heads off for reading just one book and decorate their fur coats?

I wanted to ask him directly how he could act so arrogantly for such a grand cause.

However, I couldn’t just report it to the police. I might have caught Third’s eye for no reason.

Even if it was accepted, there were problems. Could an extraterrestrial being be held legally responsible? And even if it was, how would the force be projected? What would be the deterioration of the relationship between the two species as a result?

From the beginning―

‘There’s no way the second one didn’t know.’

They were the guys who could instantly kill people with just their residual thoughts. They were friendly to human civilization, so there was no way they would sit idly by and let subversive elements like Third emerge.

However, the fact that they stood by and watched meant that Third’s actions partially served their purpose.

What Second advocates is the prosperity of humanity.

A third who kills the destructionists and runs around.

“I feel dizzy.”

The only one who showed up at an official event was Second.

That was only for a time.

There is said to be an embassy for them in District 2, but there has been no public activity on their part.

If that’s the case for the second, what about the third?

Nothing was known about it. Its ecology, appearance, or position. Still, there were rumors that it was the third civilization in the universe and its technology was more advanced than that of humans.

Still, the extent of their abilities had already been confirmed using the Destructionist Manual.

‘It’s certain that he’s using spiritual powers, but… … .’

The problem was that even if you give it your all, you’re bound to lose.