Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 25



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Episode 25

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The sunlight slowly seeping in through the window covered Jincheol’s eyes. He couldn’t hide it with his eyelids.

His brow furrowed at the sharp intrusion of light that was not there.

“Oh shit···”

Jincheol raised his upper body while rubbing his eyes with his hands. After that, he stared blankly at the boogers in his eyes.

As I was taking a sip and sipping, my mouth felt a little rough. I happened to see a water bottle next to me and immediately

I picked it up and gulped it down.

“Fuck, this is alcohol.”

What kind of kid brought alcohol here? Jincheol frowned as he could.

I looked around. I saw an alcoholic who had placed a bottle of alcohol next to his bed.

It was to shoot a shot.

“···Heh. That egg was me.”

Jincheol looked around and laughed to himself. Around him were the people who had gone crazy last night.

The behavior remained the same.

Bottles of alcohol that were completely consumed, bread eaten as a snack, pieces of meat were rolling around, and I lost consciousness.

Morel, Librarian Ronto, and a few other unknown people were carrying the un-dried laundry.

It was lying around. If you look closely, it wasn’t even a bed. It was just a corner of the bar.

He would either collapse and sleep, or, like Jincheol, he would just put a few tables together and use them as a bed.

Jincheol was lying down in a bar in Shiol. The reason was not special.

I was just really thirsty for a drink last night, so I took Morel to the nearest bar.

They just occupied it.

In the process, Ronto, the third librarian, and the people who were originally in the bar got involved.

I was caught up in the madness of the night. Jincheol was screaming and shouting at Morel and the librarian Ronto.

I thought about that image and chuckled to myself.

“Even in the 121st century, the drunkard’s loud voice remains unchanged.”

Jincheol, who was smiling and drinking again, saw a mirror in his eyes. On one side of the bar.

A large full-length mirror was erected on the stone. Jincheol immediately got up from the bed made into a table.

I walked up to the mirror.

“Did you sleep well?”

As if answering Jincheol’s words, a straight old man appeared in the mirror. He was Jincheol.

Jincheol bowed politely toward the iron and then quickly stopped talking.

It continued with the movement of measuring the body dimensions.

It was a mirror that I had brought from the third library the day before. The librarian Ronto had brought them here.

The reason I followed you was because of this mirror.

The day before, Jincheol brought this mirror out of the library. The librarian Ronto was terrified.

The way Morel managed to convince him was by offering to rent it for one night.

Ronto followed him to the bar to see how he handled the mirror.

As soon as the league started, I lost my mind and started drinking.

“What are you? Are you some kind of AI computer?”

At Jincheol’s words, short letters and a logo appeared on the mirror.

[For today’s styling. From ‘anyone’ to a special ‘me’. Clothes just for you.

Please wear it.]

[Comet Smart Taylor s3.]

Then, the tailor in the mirror took out several pieces of cloth from the air and moved them around Jincheol’s body.

He put it on. Then, a neat suit was put on Jincheol’s body in the mirror.

The clothes follow Jincheol’s movements while adding color and subtle style at every moment.

It showed a change. Jincheol moved around as if it was new and said.

“Just a mirror that changes your clothes? Is this what they sell in the future?”

Suddenly, the clothes on Jincheol’s body disappeared, and the tailor appeared again with a blank expression.

I looked at Jincheol with my face. Then, I put a simple calendar, schedule, and alarm on the mirror.

Messages, phone icons, etc. appeared. It seemed like there were things I could do.

It seemed like he was protesting that there were a lot of crabs.

“I don’t think it sold well though. Anyway, I think it was used in one or two places like a tailor shop.

“No, that’s not it.”

Then, all those icons disappeared and a new window appeared. Address and delivery information

It was a ledger with the back written on it.

“···Aha. Each household tried on clothes with this mirror and had them delivered. You even gave me the measurements.

“Please measure it for me.”

Jincheol, who had been looking at the ledger for a while, said this as if he had realized something, and the tailor opened the ledger.

After cleaning up, he bowed politely again, as if he was grateful that I noticed him.

But Jincheol continued speaking with a smile.

“But I don’t think I would have used it.”

The tailor didn’t get angry. He just went back to measuring Jincheol’s body.

It was as if there was no other expression of emotion beyond this.

Jincheol’s smile, as he watched the AI ​​tailor’s protest, suddenly turned bitter.

“···What about two thousand years? The calendar you showed me, or people are doing nonsense again.

I don’t know how much of the story about the destruction that followed is true.

If I were Laura, I would have been asleep for ten thousand years and then woke up. Am I some kind of Ice Age baby?

It’s not even a dragon, how can that be…? But Bok-sil and a real dinosaur are running around

“When I look at the state of the world where a gentleman is a doctor, it seems to make sense···”

In Mr. Parm’s history class, the forgotten empires are many, but they are people from about 5,000 years ago.

Put it in. But this mirror says that it is now 12,000 years. Then it rains for another half a million years.

However, it was difficult to imagine what events might have occurred in the meantime.

“···Did they perish and then come back to life? Did they perish again? No, all the races here

They say that empire is their ancestor? Then the forgotten empire was human from the beginning.

Wasn’t it civilization…? Where did they come from in the first place? What about genetic engineering?

Is it an artificial life form? What is it… a plague… In ten thousand years, from the Neolithic to the modern era

“There is still time to come···”

Jincheol washed his face roughly as if he had a headache. Then, at some point,

He picked up the bottle again and emptied the remaining bottle in one gulp. Then he threw the empty bottle against the wall.

He threw it into the pub. The clanging sound echoed loudly throughout the bar.

“···Fuck, what’s the point of all that? It’s already over. I got shot and died.

The bomb exploded and they all died of old age. You fucking idiots… all of them.

“Why did you do such a thing when you were just going to die···”

At that moment, the door of the bar suddenly opened. The person who opened the door looked wary and entered the bar.

He thrust his face into the room. His hand was holding the sword hanging from his waist.

He quickly scanned the inside of the bar as he entered, and noticed the broken bottle that had been there a moment ago.

He realized that the sound was caused by the bottle of alcohol thrown by Jincheol and let his guard down. Instead, he was like, what the hell?

He looked at Jincheol as if asking, “What are you doing?” and even coughed in vain.

Jincheol laughed at those shameful eyes.

“What are you going to do if you keep doing it like that?”

“···”

The person who had embarrassed Jincheol, Musa Amu, sighed as if telling him not to talk.

He shook his head. In fact, what made him sigh more than anything was the

Morel was still unconscious.

He walked over to Morel, who was lying on the floor, holding the bottle of liquor in his arms, and tapped him with his toes.

Morel, who was still drunk, waved his hand in the air as if wondering what was going on.

Then I touched Amuta’s leg, and soon I figured out what it was.

He felt around with his hands as if he was going to die.

“···?”

Morel, who was feeling Amuta’s sturdy calf, soon realized that something was strange.

I closed my eyes and slowly opened them.

“···Heek! Sir!”

Morel stood up in a hurry and stood up straight, but even so, the sheep that had been buried in his breastplate

I couldn’t hide my messy appearance, with the stains on my face and my half-disheveled hair. And on top of that,

The smell of alcohol lingering in the air and the legs that were slightly unsteady. Amu’s eyes were filled with dots.

Jincheol couldn’t help but laugh when he saw that sight, even though it was getting more and more brutal. He was really a fucking slut.

I see. Get going, Morel.

At that moment, a new person came in through the door that Amu had left open. He was wearing a hood that was dangling.

It was a woman with her face covered. It was so obvious who she was that she took off her hood.

Even then, Jincheol wasn’t surprised.

“Kang Jin-cheol.”

“How did you find me? This isn’t the inn I was planning on going to.”

Ishankar continued, straightening his hair that was disheveled because of his hood.

“Because of that, I wandered around the inns of Sioux all night long. I didn’t know where I was going.

“I wish you had left me behind.”

“That happened a lot.”

“···Hmm.”

She looked at Jincheol with only her triangular eyes moving while fixing her hair.

Then he took out a small bundle from his bosom.

“This is the promised reward and a reward for fighting the pirates together. Check it out.”

“oh.”

Jincheol received the bundle and opened it, revealing a pair of dark silver armor and a heavy pouch.

One came out. Inside the pocket, a gold coin was shining. I quickly put it in and finished it.

I looked at A.

“What is this?”

“The scent that remained on your blade brought back that which had been sleeping in the family storehouse for a long time.

“I called.”

“···what?”

What the hell are you talking about? When Jincheol’s face turned into a look of bewilderment, Ishanka sighed.

I looked up at the ceiling. Jincheol had a frustrated expression on his face because he couldn’t understand.

“A sorcerer can read special scents or auras from artifacts. Sometimes that scent

It also calls other artifacts. That’s because the two artifacts were originally a pair.

That’s what it’s called. It’s the way brothers who were born in the same boat call each other.”

“···what?”

Fragrance? Brothers from the same boat? What kind of crazy talk are you talking about? Jincheol still doesn’t understand.

Then Ishankar shook his head slightly and continued.

“Look inside that armor. There should be room for your sword.”

“···oh.”

It was as she said. There was something flat inside the armguard that wrapped around the forearm.

There was a shape that could fit a square object. The fishing sword that was hanging on the belt

When I took it out and brought it close to me, it clicked together as if it was attracted to a magnet.

After that, Jincheol put on a guard on his right forearm and it adjusted automatically without him having to adjust anything.

It became so comfortable that it felt like I was wearing it but not wearing it at all.

Jincheol moved his arm here and there, then focused on the sensation he felt in his forearm.

He clenched his fist. Then, there was a snapping sound from the back of his arm guard.

The blade came out together.

“Huh-huh. Is that an assassination sword? No, it’s so long that it’s an assassination longsword? Just a sword?”

When Jincheol, who was swinging his sword, thought about putting the blade away, the blade knew how to do so.

It was stored in a slurp. Then, a handle came out toward the back of the hand. Grudge

It seemed like it could be taken out separately at any time.

“It’s good, but… is this all?”

Jincheol, who was moving his arms, asked Ishanka like that. Then Ishanka shook his head.

It was me.

“Concentrate more on the sensations in your arms.”

“···?”

Her forehead jewel began to glow slightly. Jincheol soon felt a sensation on his arm.

I could feel a certain thrill.

“The blocked circuit has been revived, so it can now be used at any time.”

The next moment, Jincheol saw that the armor was shining softly and was large enough to cover his entire upper body.

I realized that I had created a semi-transparent membrane.

“this···?”

“It’s an ‘iron wall.’ Even though it doesn’t have the ‘wind,’ it’s a valuable artifact in itself.

“That would atone for my past rudeness.”

This is amazing. Jincheol looked around the translucent protective film as if he was amazed.

If I had this, would I be able to stand up like those noble warriors back then? Of course.

If you look closely, the size and shape of the shield makes it stand out in front of the barrage like Amuta.

It seemed like it would be impossible. But still, this is somewhere.

As I was thinking that, the shield went off. It seemed like it couldn’t be maintained for long.

“Well then, let’s tell a new story.”

“New story? What?”

Ishankar, who had brought up the subject, looked at Amutha. Then Amutha said,

I started to force the people in the bar who were starting to wake up. Next to me,

Dunn Morel stumbled and quickly helped him up. He somehow managed to score before he got scolded.

It looked like he was trying to catch up.

In the meantime, the librarians and people who had collapsed inside the bar, even the bar owner,

The bar owner was kicked out wearing only thin underwear and the expression on his face was absurd.

It looked dizzying, to say the least.

“What is it? What are you trying to say?”

“It’s not that complicated. It’ll be good for you too.”

“Don’t drag it out and keep it short.”

Ishankar lifted his chin slightly and looked at Jincheol with a slightly embarrassed look.

“If you want it to be brief, then so be it. Come work under me.”

“Fuck. I won’t do it.”

Jincheol said that and turned around. Then he threw the bag in the corner of the bar.

I started packing my bags.

Ishankar, who had been blinking at his answer, calmly opened his mouth again.

“I didn’t understand the first part. If possible, please speak in Esai.”

“You heard the gossip. I said I won’t do it.”

“···why?”

Jincheol said, slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Why do you think it’s a given?”

“You didn’t mention that part. Of course, it’s a lot more than what you just received.

The high reputation that can be gained under the name of the Suwa and Antera family, which I may sometimes grant.

There will be artifacts and such. Besides that, I will try my best to meet your wishes.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“···I can’t tell you that until you make your promise.”

“I see. Anyway, I won’t do it.”

Jincheol passed Ishanka as it was. But the door of the bar was guarded by Amutha and Morel.

Jincheol stopped in front of him and turned his eyes to Ishanka again.

“What? Are you trying to force it?”

“···Why are you refusing? The tangible and intangible assets you gain from working for the Antera family are so great.

Does it seem funny? Or is it that I am saying that this Antera Ishanka’s name is so

Do you think it’s funny? How dare you trample on Antera’s name in Sioux and live on?

“Are you talking?”

As Ishanka spoke, an eerie light flickered in his eyes and in the jewel room.

All. It seemed to me that what she was saying now was not a simple threat.

But Jincheol just shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

“If you want to do it, go ahead. It starts with your balls.”

“···Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Jincheol smiled calmly. He said that as someone who had personally witnessed hell,

The mockery of those who talk about death, but also the mockery of those who have given up on life

It wasn’t a smile of resignation. He looked at Ishankar quietly and said quietly.

“Thank you for the equipment. I will use it well. And I hope you find your daughter soon. She is healthy.

“I bet he’ll be fine.”

Ishanka’s eyes widened. She couldn’t say anything to Jincheol. She just stared blankly.

She looked at Jincheol calmly, then suddenly lowered her gaze to the floor. She didn’t say anything.

Without this, Amuta and Morel couldn’t catch Jincheol leaving the bar.

Jincheol, who left the bar, was standing next to Ronto, a librarian who was not in his right mind.

He found the bar owner. Jincheol searched his pockets and threw a gold coin to the bar owner.

He gave it to me, looked at Ronto and said.

“Take good care of the mirror. I’ll be back to look at it later.”

“It’s the library’s property, so of course we’ll take good care of it. But where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I’m just going to have fun in this city for a while.”

“···The Third Library is always open to the citizens of Sioll.

“You don’t come here often.”

Jincheol greeted him with a playful salute and turned around. The clock was ticking toward noon.

The streets of Olle greeted him. Jincheol strode into the new city.

It was a confident walk, but there was no destination.

The soldier who had lost his way like that began to wander the streets of the distant future.

Author’s Note

That’s the end of volume 1. I hope you’ll continue to support me. Thank you.