Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 21



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Episode 21

The merchant ship’s day began in the dining hall, as if the previous night’s raid had been a lie.

The workers, the warriors of Antera, Mr. Parm, and even Jincheol were all sitting in the restaurant, looking gloomy.

The story goes that he started his late day by eating with his face covered.

The workers are wrapping bandages here and there, and it is past noon now.

If there were no such thing, it would just be the early morning at a hamburger restaurant where a hard day begins.

It seemed like a landscape. I couldn’t survive the day if I didn’t fill my stomach now, so I had to

A gloomy meal that was crammed into a bowl. Jincheol laughed heartily at his own cheap impression.

Even so, Mr. Parum swallowed a piece of the sushi and went straight to the infirmary.

He returned to the infirmary. This must have been because he couldn’t empty the infirmary right away.

So Jincheol sat alone in the restaurant, lost in his own thoughts, and the taste was a bit bland.

I was finishing a bowl of thick soup. Then suddenly, Antera, who was sitting at the table next to me,

He opened his mouth when he saw the warriors.

“What happened to the guys we caught yesterday?”

“···?”

Anthera’s warrior, Morel, who was about to take a bite, lifted his spoon and opened his mouth.

Lin stopped and looked around. The other warriors also stopped eating and joined him.

I looked at Morel in turn.

Morel asked a little later.

“···The guy you caught?”

“Yeah, I caught him. There were other pirates alive besides the one who went into the infirmary.”

To be exact, they were the ones who had fainted from Jincheol’s fist. The Antera warriors had the situation in their hands.

Of the men injured by their hands, none survived, except for the pirates in the infirmary.

“···Ahem. Those guys were locked up on the lower floor of the ship. And today, they came to their senses.

I’m going to interrogate them about the breakfast I had ten days ago.

“You’ll even have to confess your meals.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

“···”

Morel, who had been answering confidently, looked blank at Jincheol’s dispiriting response.

If that was the case, why did you ask? But he couldn’t bring himself to ask why.

There was no God – in fact, the image of tearing the mouth of the steel monster came to mind –

After a while, he lowered his head without saying a word and picked up his spoon again to start eating.

The other Antera warriors who saw the sight looked at Jincheol and Morel alternately as if they were dumbfounded.

I saw it.

“···The martial arts you showed last night were amazing. Where did you get such an artifact?”

Finally, another Antera Musa opened his mouth to Jincheol. Jincheol was a mixed stew

He said this without even turning his head, chewing on his food.

“What artifact?”

“Didn’t you tear the monster’s jaw off with your bare hands? Haha, surely that wasn’t some kind of artifact?

I don’t think you’re trying to say that it was just the power of bare body without any skills.”

That Antera Musa knows what artifact Jincheol has and how he used its power to defeat the enemy last night.

It seemed like he thought he had defeated the beast. Of course, Morel was listening from the side.

He shook his head alone.

Jincheol’s current outfit consisted of a sleeveless shirt and pants. He also wore a leather belt.

If the Camponi ornament necklace was anything to go by, it was a singularity, but it was an artifact.

There was no artifact to speak of. Moreover, Morel had been in the infirmary last night.

I looked closely.

At that time, Jincheol’s torn clothes were filled with scars, and there was no space to hide anything.

was not visible.

“It makes your muscles stronger. It seems to be a very unique artifact.

Have you ever thought of taking it to the craftsman? If he checks the artifact there, it’s broken.

“I can fix that part too.”

“Well, it’s a secret.”

“A secret? An artifact?”

Jincheol said with a cold face as he slurped down the stew.

“Yeah. It’s a secret. I don’t know either.”

“···?”

The spoon with the garnish went into Jincheol’s mouth and came out cleanly.

Came out. Jincheol neatly ignored the gazes of the Antera warriors who seemed to be waiting for the next words.

He just kept licking his lips.

“···Ahem. I see. If it’s a sensitive subject, then there’s nothing I can do.”

The Antera Musas began to rise from their seats with awkward expressions. Yesterday’s fight

I started to feel some favor towards Jincheol, so I spoke to him, but he was really blunt.

He seemed embarrassed because he showed his attitude. He was just starting to eat Morelman.

He stuffed the rest into his mouth and followed her out.

“I really don’t know, you little shits.”

Jincheol muttered to himself in the lonely place. He really is this strong.

He just said he didn’t know because he didn’t know English, but Jincheol had no intention of deceiving or teasing them.

There wasn’t any.

“···Isn’t it?”

Come to think of it, if it really wasn’t there, I might have answered more kindly. Jincheol left the rest

I emptied the soup and stood up. When I left the restaurant, I saw the bandage I had wrapped yesterday.

The workers gave him a slight nod.

I nodded my head and walked out, and arrived at the infirmary, where I was given a syringe.

I saw Mr. Parum, who had taken out his clothes, and Esai, who had regained consciousness and was sitting up.

Jincheol’s eyes grew wide.

“You came to your senses in one night? This guy is no less than the Mecca Tiger···”

It was last night that I was shot and passed out, so I only came to my senses a few hours later.

It was a story about a strong man. It seemed clear that he was a strong man, just as Morel had said.

“Are you here? Wait a minute. Just do this.”

Mr. Parm took hold of the woman Esai’s arm and injected her with medicine. The woman’s expression was slightly dizzy.

Jeong-i frowned slightly.

“Are you in pain? That’s good. Your body is still feeling the pain of the needle.

That’s why.”

“···I should like it, right?”

“Well, it’s a much better situation than not having any feelings at all.”

Mr. Parm continued with a smile – that always-present smile in his eyes.

“I am Parm Wirson. You may call me Mr. Parm.”

“···Peran. This is Anthera Peran.”

By the way, is Mr. Parum’s last name Parum? Esai is the last name that comes first.

It’s a shape. Normally, when you want to add ‘teacher’, you would add the surname instead of the first name, but in the case of Baika,

I couldn’t be sure because I didn’t know the custom.

“···”

But while Jincheol was thinking like that, Ferran and Mr. Parum’s eyes turned towards him.

There was. Jincheol looked at the two people’s gazes, looked confused, and scratched his head.

Opened his mouth.

“It’s Jincheol. Kang Jincheol.”

“As I said, it’s Ferran.”

“Uh, um. Should I say nice to meet you?”

“It’s nice to see someone come back from the dead. Nice to meet you, Jincheol.”

She smiled faintly with a haggard complexion. Jincheol also smiled awkwardly at that smile.

*

Ferran regained consciousness only for a moment. She passed out again shortly afterwards.

She fell asleep as if she was sleeping. When Mr. Parm saw her sleeping, he looked inside the infirmary and saw a tent.

He took out the same thing and covered the area around the bed she was lying on. It was a curtain.

“Okay. Then let’s continue with our lesson.”

“After all the chaos yesterday, are we doing our jobs?”

“Then? Even though the ship was slightly damaged, no one died. They were pirates.

There are a lot of dead bodies, but that’s not something we should worry about. Then what should we do?

“I have to get to work. Besides, I only have a few days left to teach you.”

Again, Mr. Parm’s language class began. The teacher spoke the southeastern Baika and the northwestern

Even the slightly different dialects in each language, such as Bu Esai, were taught to Jincheol.

I hit it. When I asked him how he knew this, he answered simply.

“Because I’ve been there.”

There were also short history lessons interspersed with language classes.

“There is ill feelings between Shiol and Sandesiya. About 500 years ago, the current Sandesiya

A great kingdom was founded by a great hero, but Sioux was defeated until the end.

“I resisted and eventually suffered great losses and was subjugated.”

“The kingdom?”

“It was a short kingdom. It was thought that outsiders would be able to rule Shiol from the beginning.

It was a defeat for the fields. The Sandesiya Kingdom, which boasted a powerful army, lasted only 20 years.

As the story continued, the hero died and was torn apart. After that, Sandesiya was reborn several times.

There were attempts to revive it, but they all failed and it became the violent city it is today.”

Jincheol scratched his chin. 500 years ago.

“The grudge from back then still persists to this day?”

“That too. There was a plot by Shiol behind the failure of the Sandesiya revival.

There were frequent rains. Thanks to that, as you saw yesterday, there was a lot of friction between the citizens of the two cities.

“It’s pretty.”

It’s the end. It’s not ancient Greece, it’s the struggle between city-states. Jincheol is simply a

I didn’t just listen to Mr. Reum’s stories, but sometimes I also asked questions.

“I heard that Esai also repair artifacts and such?”

“Hmm. Among those with silver blood, there are some who are particularly outstanding in that area. The artifact.

Those who feel the power, re-train, and re-process it. That’s probably why the silver blood

“When the secret is revealed, much of the artifact’s mystery will also be solved.”

“Don’t other races have silver blood?”

“It’s rare. If one in a thousand Esai has even a slight silver blood, then it’s Baikana.

There must be ten times as many sorcerers as there are in Olog. And there are also silver

Even if you are born with blood, it is very difficult to express it due to differences in environment.

Olog believes in his own body, while Baika believes in his intellect, so they are far from magic.

“I did.”

Is it the distant future or another world? Either way, it is the world that Jincheol must experience right now.

It was so obvious that this was so unfamiliar, and Mr. Parm was being passed on to me in such a situation.

The knowledge of Atukai was like a precious treasure. Jincheol was once again grateful to Atukai.

I felt the move. Oh, I miss you too, Toby.

As the class continued, time passed. On the second day of the very exciting commercial ship,

Days continued that could only be described as peaceful.

The infirmary was frequently visited by Antera’s warriors, especially Morel, who regained consciousness.

When I told Ferran that I would call her “sister”, her expression was very funny.

“···Why me?”

“You saved my brother’s life. I will repay that favor for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t do that. Just go away.”

“What are you talking about? Are you trying to make me into a ungrateful fool? Don’t worry, sister.

No, just rest well. I will do it for you and Ishanka.

“I will return to my family and tell the world about my older sister’s achievements.”

Her haggard complexion became even paler.

“Don’t say weird things. And I don’t like you that much.”

“Hahaha! Just kidding! Are you saying you’d save the life of a guy like that?”

“Life isn’t a problem like that···”

“Then it won’t be a problem for me to take care of my older sister! Hahaha!”

“···You piece of shit.”

“Oh! Then I guess I’ll take my leave now! I’ll see you at dinner time!”

Jincheol also laughed at the sight. Was that guy originally that funny? Or was he really

Because you decided to treat Ferran as your superior? Either way, it was much better than you thought.

He was a really fun guy.

As Morel left with a smile, Ferran looked at Jincheol with resentment for some reason.

I saw it.

“Why do you see it that way?”

“···If you had made it so that he couldn’t get up that day, this wouldn’t have happened.

But, I had a thought.”

“Hey, if that were the case, wouldn’t you and I be wielding swords?”

“That might be better···”

Unlike Ferran, who is staying awake more and more as the days go by, the nameless pirate is getting more and more

The condition worsened. It was clear that the wound that Mr. Parm had sewn up so carefully was bursting open on its own.

It was about that level.

Mr. Parm said, stitching it back up and stopping the bleeding.

“Damn it, don’t you dare think about dying in my infirmary!”

The pirate laughed out loud, even though his blood was dripping down his cheeks, wondering what was so funny about that.

Then, it became a daily routine to faint alone. But thanks to that, I had fun under the boat.

Compared to the other two guys who were getting screwed, his situation was decent.

As I was coming, I heard from other workers – Udim to be exact – that there was an Essa hanging around there.

It seemed as if the blood never dried on their fists. They beat them so hard that they barely managed to figure it out.

The only thing I know is that the owner of the airship that day was not a dead wizard, and that the sea that gathered that day

The enemy was not a pirate group, but rather a hastily assembled mixed force.

“···What could that artifact have been?”

“Artifact? What artifact?”

Mr. Parm, who was writing the green-blue letters of the Olog armored nomads on the blackboard, stopped his hand and said,

He looked at the iron. Jincheol continued speaking with his arms crossed.

“Before the sorcerer died… no, after he died, he said that he originally had a client and

“Didn’t you say that guy was after something the Anthera delegation had?”

“Hmm. Well. I can’t say for sure. What kind of cargo did they have in the first place?

I don’t know the map. If you want to know what’s hidden, at least look at it with these two eyes.

“Shouldn’t we have done that too?”

“I guess so···”

The two people who had stopped for a moment and were lost in thought soon turned their gaze to the side. The bed

Ferran, who was sitting and eating a banana, stopped talking at the sight of the two people.

She said, her complexion hardening.

“What do you think I should say? I am Antera’s safe and I will not mess with the family’s business wherever I go.

“I won’t make a fuss.”

“···Is that tasty?”

It was a banana brought by Morel. Jincheol, who knew the origin of the banana, salivated.

I felt this pain. The bananas Camponi gave me as a gift the other day were already gone.

It’s Dunn’s fault.

Ferran, seeing his gaze, picked a banana and threw it to Jincheol.

“But is that really all you’ve learned from Mr. Parm in the past few days?”

“What does that mean?”

When Jincheol, who had a banana in his mouth, asked briefly, Ferran spoke again.

“I’ve been watching you closely for a while, and I’ve noticed that you’re learning to speak and write so quickly. I’m from the Antera family.

“Even in the past, no one learned to speak so quickly.”

“Huh. I’ve gotten a little smarter.”

“···Based on what I’ve seen over the past three days, I don’t think that’s the case. Jincheol just lost his memory.

Wasn’t it? I originally had the knowledge, but I learned it little by little through Mr. Parum’s class.

“It’s in the process of being recovered.”

“Oh? That’s a possible hypothesis···”

Mr. Parm stroked his mask as if agreeing with Ferran’s words. What did Jincheol say?

He didn’t respond, but just laughed. That would have been better. No,

If that were the case, the memories of the war that I most want to forget would disappear, and the faces of the two boys would be gone.

Are you going to go?

“hmm?”

At that moment, Jincheol raised his head. The faint sound he always heard, the thump-thump-thump-thump of the engine.

The sound was even slower. That meant the ship had slowed down.

Did.

“The boat has slowed down. What’s going on?”

“···You sit here and feel the speed of the ship? You’re not some kind of magician, you’re-”

At that moment, the sound of a stomach growling rang out. Jincheol slowly got up.

I looked at Mr. Parum. His slow movements and eyes seemed to say, ‘I’m going to fight now.

It was like a beast asking, ‘Should I prepare?’

Mr. Parm shook his head.

“If it was a dangerous situation, it wouldn’t have made a sound like that. Go up and see.

You’ll find out later.”

“···Teacher, aren’t you going?”

“Where are you going leaving the patient behind?”

Jincheol shrugged his shoulders and left the infirmary. Ferran watched Jincheol’s back.

He was looking at me with confused eyes.

I left the infirmary, walked down the hallway, and went up onto the deck. Why was Jincheol on the ship?

It was immediately apparent that the speed had slowed and the ship was making a noise as it passed close to the cargo ship.

There was one more boat. The river was wide, but it was still considered dangerous.

It seemed like the intestines had slowed down.

“Wow, that’s a wooden sailboat? Who drives a lumpy cargo ship? Who drives a wooden boat?

“The Jjamppong fantasy is going well.”

Jincheol looked at the sailing ship passing quickly next to the merchant ship that had slowed down. The sailing ship

On the deck, there was a mix of Olog, Black-footed Camponi, Esai, etc. moving busily.

was there.

Then I made eye contact with the person holding the wheel, who had long ears and dark skin.

She smiled at Jincheol, wondering what was on her mind. Jincheol saw that smile.

Jincheol smiled and raised his hand high and waved. Jincheol unconsciously shook her hand.

shook it

“He has ordinary eyes again···”

The ordinary-eyed Esai quickly disappeared. The merchant ship that Jincheol was on went far ahead.

And then, as Jincheol followed the boat, something soon appeared in his sight.

Red and purple. As the sun sets near the horizon, the sky turns into a canvas of its own.

The color that appears when the sunset is scattered. And the purple sunset below it.

It is beautifully shiny, but has a long and dark shade as well as a beautiful color.

There was a city called Jin.

A transit point for the Baika merchant ship that Jincheol boarded, and a city that holds countless questions and answers.

It was all right.