Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 27



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Episode 27

Jincheol said exactly what he thought.

“Who? Why?”

Mr. Parm shook his head slowly.

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t find out that much. As I said, there is information available from the tribe.

It was just a document that was already damaged or whose meaning was incomprehensible. Such fragmented documents

There weren’t many facts that could be inferred from the fee. Moreover, the destruction process took a short period of time.

Not for a very long time, I think, since the founding of the library.

“It seems like it’s here.”

“What is that? You said you did that on purpose in that library?”

“To be exact, it was a few people belonging to the library. A small number of people passed it down through generations.

It seems like something like that happened. It’s been happening for hundreds of years, so even the academic world is aware of it.

I don’t think I could have figured it out. If I didn’t have evidence, I wouldn’t have realized this process of destruction.

“That’s it.”

“evidence?”

Mr. Parm’s eyes looked straight at Jincheol. Jincheol looked back at those moist eyes.

He tilted his head.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Not Esai, Olog, or Baika. Not Camponi or Rabito.

A race that is not even a race. I have found descriptions of your race in some records of an empire I have forgotten.

I’m sure you found it. But if you don’t know about me, I’ll just give you a description of an unusual person.

You must have crossed the road. Anyway, you look like a human. In the end, I’m the one carrying the load.

What I mean is that the ruling class of that empire must have looked similar to you.”

If someone says they look like a person, that’s an insult. What the heck? Jincheol laughed in vain and went to sleep.

I heard that. After emptying the glass like that, I filled the glass again.

“It’s something unusual… but it’s all just guesswork and there are no clear facts?”

“That’s true. That’s why if I go to the academic world with this theory now, they’ll call me a crazy person.

Lina, I will listen to you. You are the only clear evidence I can see, but that is not the case.

“I can’t just turn you into a spectacle in the academic world.”

Mr. Parum, who said that, also lifted his glass and poured it through his mask. Jincheol smiled.

He filled the teacher’s empty glass.

“Then, if you have no idea how to make a living later, let’s do a circus together. I’ll show off my skills.

“Tennis teacher, please give me some money.”

“circus?”

“Why do you see people who are unusual or who travel around performing tricks that you don’t usually see?

You know, I heard about it.”

“Oh, a performance group? Haha, well. With your looks, you could even be a member of the lowest level of the performance group.

“It seems like it would be difficult.”

Is that so? Well, it’s a world where even puppies run around on two legs. It’s quite strange.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to make money just by sightseeing.

“Anyway, I think the most recent of the record breakers I just mentioned is currently in this city.

I found out that he was there. That’s why I came back to Sioux to meet him.”

“Oh. To Shiol? Then should I go with you?”

Mr. Parum slowly shook his head at Jincheol who was delighted.

“He is a man with deep ties to the seven families of Sion. Among them, he is especially the protector of Sionos.

He is a historian who receives awards. Therefore, meeting him requires clear assurance from the academic community.

If not, it would be difficult to even cross the threshold of his house. Udim is already in my

“I have contacted your assistant, but you···”

“···Aha. So you’re a noble person who only meets people with at least one degree?”

“That… I’m sorry, Jincheol. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Jincheol laughed.

“What is there to be sorry about? It is true that I am short of ink in my head. And, sir,

“You’ll tell me everything later, right?”

“Of course. It’s about your race. I’ve never met you in the first place.

If I had, I wouldn’t have even thought of looking for it.”

“Okay then. I’m just waiting for the teacher’s summary, okay? But that noble

“What is your name, sir?”

“Berdo. Berdo Bell. A famous name I heard when I was studying at university.

“He is a scholar. He is especially famous for his papers on the chronological dynamics of the relationship between Shiol and the Jiphain.”

Berdo Bell. Of course, it was a name I had never heard of. I left the back alley of Sioll.

Two months on the road. The only people I’ve met during that time are drunkards and gamblers.

It was.

Unless a prominent figure in the academic world comes here on purpose, Jincheol is the one who

I had no idea. But if you were here right now, I would grab you by the collar and ask you what you know.

I’d at least take a look.

Jincheol erased his short thoughts and spoke again.

“Are you leaving today?”

“No. I’m supposed to meet him tomorrow.”

I immediately raised my glass at the teacher’s answer.

“Then, would you like to have a drink with me today?”

“Haha. That’s what I was thinking when I came here. You’re much rougher than I expected.

It seems like it’s too much, but… Then, let’s just get one more drink first.”

Jincheol spoke to Udim, who had been quiet until now.

“You too, drink.”

“Ugh.”

At Jincheol’s urging, Udim also raised his glass. That’s how Jincheol, Mr. Parum, and Udim all drank.

He held it and hit it, making a noise. The three men then joked around for a while.

And drank alcohol.

*

“The moon is so damn bright.”

Jincheol looked up at the night sky of Shiol and muttered with his mouth full of the smell of alcohol.

The sky that his eyes could see was full of bright moon and twinkling stars.

Among the night skies he remembers, there are those with a cold Siberian cold and even the stars are cold.

There was a Manchurian night sky. Under its cold starlight, people met each other every day.

They said they fired shells and flew bombers.

But the night sky I look up at now is not as cold as it was back then. It is definitely the blood from Shiol.

Even though the city lights are flashing brightly and hurting my eyes, the night sky and the moon are warm.

It flowed and held its loud sparkle. The long years were like a night sky torn apart by humans.

It seems that even the wounds of the past have healed.

Jincheol was wandering through the back alleys of Siol, filled with moonlight, lost in a sense of meaningless sentimentality.

I was going. Mr. Parm, I was on my way to the lodging where I was staying after parting ways with Udim.

“Damn, that guy is talking nonsense···”

Jincheol grumbled for no reason. He found traces of humans? But who found those traces?

You deleted it? What is that? Why?

Actually, there was a reason that came to mind. What a terrible species humans are.

A race that is so happy to share their nationality and ideology that they kill each other

Isn’t it?

Even in the war he had just experienced, the later stages were marked by houses that did not have flags.

The single murders were rampant. They were filled with hatred and loathing for each other, and their parents’ nationality and skin color were

They did not hesitate to classify humans and kill them mechanically.

Was it different because it was the fourth war? They had finally destroyed the monsters that had destroyed them.

Perhaps the later generations would rather erase it. Right now, the magician Ishanka

Didn’t you think that there was a devil in Jincheol’s head after seeing that one piece?

“···Fuck, fuck all of that. Is it my fault that people didn’t learn their lesson? I’m the one who

“I was busy surviving alone in the tank···”

Why did I sit around worrying about this in the first place? Jincheol was lost in his emotions and was feeling depressed all by himself.

I laughed out loud at the sight of myself floating around. I smelled like alcohol.

He was a great drunkard who was seen loitering around.

At that moment his steps stopped. Because he noticed someone standing on the other side of the narrow alley.

It was. Jincheol narrowed his eyes and looked at the person standing there.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, a dark doll was visible. If someone else had seen it, it would have been threatening.

It felt like that. But Jincheol’s eyes pierced through the darkness.

“···A stone?”

“It’s a stone fist!”

He was looking at Jincheol in the dark and gloomily, and he got angry at what Jincheol said.

He shouted, “Luck!” Then he walked forward step by step and revealed himself under the moonlight.

The appearance was Olog. The nickname Stone Fist, who fought him at Golden Whale this afternoon.

The Olog of .

“What? Were you waiting for me here?”

“Hahaha. Right. I knew your dorm was this way. You’re here.

I knew you were going to pass by. I should have just eaten it properly. Because of you.

How angry is Metidotti-”

“Hey. You’re talking a little smoothly? Among the Ologs I know, there’s one called Udim.

Did you? That kid is clearly good at talking, but he pretends not to be good at it. What the hell is that?

“I guess I’ll have to try Jenga sometime.”

Doljumeok looked at Jincheol with a blank expression, and realized that his words were cut off in the middle.

He realized this and opened his mouth again.

“···Metidotti, tell you to say hello··· So you keep saying what he says.

Ignoring it, to teach a lesson, uh, to teach a lesson… So if I say this, yes

go···”

He stuttered and stammered, unable to come to his senses, perhaps because his words had been interrupted once. Jincheol

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at the sight and chuckling.

“No. You’re a total idiot too. A muscle-bound idiot with a head full of muscles.”

“···I’m not a fool!”

“Poohahaha!”

“Hey, this kid!”

Doljukkeun was angry and his already red face turned bright red. But Jincheol smiled.

He just shook his head slightly.

“Hey, stop being a jerk and go home, wash your feet, and go to sleep. You came out for no reason…”

At that moment, Jincheol’s face hardened. His eyes looked back, toward the corner of the alley on the other side.

I saw. There, a sinister Esai covered in black clothes appeared.

He had a long sword in his hand that glowed brightly even in a dark alley.

I heard that.

Jincheol muttered after seeing the knife.

“···MetiDoti asked me to send her regards?”

Meti Dotti. He is the master of the underworld of Sioux. To be exact, he dominates the bare-knuckle fighting arenas of the port.

He is the boss of an organization that has emerged as a new champion in the past two months.

I had asked Jincheol to fix a match a while ago. Of course, Jincheol lightly dismissed the guy’s request.

It was a poem.

“Hehe! You’re in big trouble now! You’re pretending to be a champion even though you’re surrounded from the front and back in this narrow space.

Let’s see if I can handle it! Now that swordsman is going to be yours···”

The words of the stone fist that had been pointing a finger at Jincheol stopped as he became more arrogant. This time, who spoke?

It wasn’t because I cut it off. The eyes of a man buried in the shadows in a dark alley.

It was because the boy was looking this way.

The eyes of a murderer. The gaze of a human hunter who wears death as a cloak. In a gloomy alley.

The eyes, like blades shining ominously, were looking at me. The stone fist was a little

It felt like the breath that had been coming out of my mouth before had been eaten by someone and I couldn’t say anything.

I couldn’t. For a moment, I froze in fear, like a lowly animal standing before a predator.

The killer said.

“Anyway, even in the 121st century, the idiots are still doing idiot things. I’d like to have an interview with Meti Dotti.

“I have to do it.”

At that moment, a knife-wielding man appeared from the back alley and started running. He was slipping along the shadow.

A movement that seems to be falling. The assassins who serve the mother of revenge, the short needles, are like that.

Will he move? Stone Fist knows that he is the most dangerous swordsman that MetiDoti has.

There were more than ten people who died by his hand.

The blade of the swordsman moved like a ray of light and stabbed Jincheol in the back.

No. It was an illusion of the eye that felt like he was stabbed. At that moment, Jincheol turned his body to the left.

I avoid the blade that is coming at me by rotating the text and hit the swordsman’s temple with my left elbow.

It was.

The assassin staggered back with a thud. A clear ting was heard belatedly.

The iron headgear fell from his forehead with a clank.

The swordsman’s face was quickly covered in blood, which flowed from his head. He

He blinked and backed away hesitantly, as if he couldn’t understand the situation.

Jincheol walked towards him with brisk strides. The swordsman, who was staggering, saw him approaching.

Go quickly stabbed him with his sword. Jincheol quickly bent his waist to avoid the stabbing and at the same time, he slashed the back of the sword.

He struck it with his hand and pushed it aside. The swordsman’s sword was pushed out and lodged in the alley wall.

At the same time, Jincheol’s hand, which had straightened his back, struck the blade. A clear, sharp sound.

The sword broke along with Lee. The swordsman’s eyes widened when he saw it.

“Huh-”

Immediately afterwards, Jincheol’s left hand grabbed the knife-wielder’s face and pinned him against the wall of the alley on the opposite side.

There was a cracking sound, a sliver of stone, and a little dust. The swordsman’s head was hit.

For a moment, he stretched out his arms and legs, then trembled and then fell limp.

“Uh, uh uh···”

Doljumeok watched the scene while making stupid noises. Jincheol finished off the swordsman.

I slowly turned around to look at him. Dol-pum-jik’s lips were trembling, but Jin-cheol was approaching.

I couldn’t say or do anything.

“hey.”

“Huh, huh?”

“Go back to MetiDotti and tell her. I’ll be there soon, so try to stop her if you can.”

“···uh?”

Jincheol’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you so dumb that you can’t even convey my words?”

“Ah, no, no! It’s not that bad! A stone, a stone fist, it’s not that bad!”

“Then get out.”

The stone fist turned around and started to run away in a hurry. Jincheol saw the guy fall down while running.

He sighed deeply after seeing that. If he had a brain, he would have been Meti Doti.

If you go to see him, you won’t see his face. What if not? What will Jincheol do then?

Couldn’t.

Jincheol looked back at the alley he had passed through. He saw a broken blade and a corpse slammed into the wall.

And then, along the dark alley, corpses were seen packed tightly together.

A field of corpses, enemies and allies, friends and foes mixed together. Blood-covered dead bodies are pale.

I stared at him blankly.

Jincheol, who had been staring at their gazes, spat on the floor and started walking again.

He stepped forward. In the alley he turned his head to, there was only one unfortunate swordsman, bathed in the dim moonlight.

Ah, it just shone white.

Jincheol, who had left the alley, continued walking briskly and without hesitation. To Metidotie

It was not an exaggeration to say that I should tell the crab. I did not say anything to the person who tried to kill me.

Jincheol was not an adult enough to not take revenge. He had been in the room for the past two months.

It was time for the rifle that had been quietly sleeping in the corner to fire again.

Jincheol, who entered the street where streetlights were shining, looked at the neatly laid stone steps on the ground.

As I was walking along the street, at some point I slowly stopped walking. Someone was walking along the street on the other side.

He was standing in the middle and looking this way.

A delicate figure with a hood over her head. Jincheol tilted his head.

With a body like that, there’s a high chance that she’s a woman.

Then she lifted her head. A jeweled crown, a circlet, glittered on her forehead.

was there.

“What is it? I’m seeing your face for the first time···”

Jincheol, who thought it was Ishanka for a moment, tilted his head in the opposite direction. At that moment, her mouth

It opened.

“Kang Jin-cheol. Is that right?”

It was a clear and bright voice. It was a voice that seemed more suited to a school teacher than an assassin.

Jincheol answered, feeling more wariness than hostility in his voice.

“Who is it that asks that?”

“Sandesiya’s High Ta.”

Sandesiya? Isn’t that a city quite far from Shiol?

“What? Did MetiDoti send you too?”

“I don’t know who MetiDoti is, but he’s not the person I’m looking for.”

“then···”

Jincheol’s face hardened again. An eerie anticipation ran down his spine.

At the same time, Jincheol pulled out the pipe pistol he had hidden in his waistband, feeling a strange premonition.

Aimed backwards.

And then he had a blank expression.

“···Camponi?”

There stood a camponi that was barely tall enough to reach his forehead. Toby

A face covered in fluffy hair that comes to mind.

The only difference was that Camponi had shiny ears, unlike Toby, who was barely wearing pants.

A rather fancy outfit, including a dress shirt, wide-legged clothes, a belt, and a bag across the shoulder.

He was doing this and had a long stick in his mouth.

And in his hand he carried a staff that reached to his waist.

“what?”

At that moment, the earring on the campo’s ear rang. And Jincheol’s five senses were stimulated.

Sent a fierce warning.

Jincheol instinctively pulled back his hand that was holding the gun, and for a split second, a ray of light appeared.

He grazed the pistol.

“···ok?”

Jincheol, who had made a loud noise, saw a pistol cut in half. It was very difficult to pull his hand out.

If I had been even a little late, I almost lost my finger.

Jincheol’s gaze turned to Camponi, who was holding the bear’s head. He smiled as if he found it amusing.

was there.

“Oh, you avoided that? You have good instincts.”

What the hell. A knife-wielding camponi?