Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 39



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Episode 39

At Haita’s words, Ferran’s eyes immediately turned cold. She glared at Haita.

Said.

“A demon? Are you just saying that the Spirit of the Sun Furnace is just a demon?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in the doctrine of the sun. From the perspective of a Sandesian,

When you sleep, she is not much different from other demons in the Sun Temple. She is a bit more powerful.

But.”

Compared to the cold Ferran, Haita’s expression was gentle and clear. It was as if it was just reality.

It seemed like he was just stating facts. His eyes were so clear that it was a little scary.

“···You are ignoring the Holy Spirit, the temple, and even my faith, you sorcerer of Sandesiya.

I won’t draw my sword because he was my comrade last night. But I’ll call him ‘Yoma’ one more time.

“I won’t tolerate it if you keep saying that.”

“I won’t tell you if it makes you mad. But I will tell you that we are going to tell you now.

Shouldn’t you explain what kind of conversation we’re having?”

The two women’s eyes turned to Jincheol. Jincheol shrugged his shoulders. Why? If you want to fight, you have to fight together.

Fight. I’ll give it to you.

But Ferran kept his mouth shut, perhaps because he had taken it in a different way.

He crossed his arms, letting out a low sigh. Haita had a slightly proud expression on his face.

Opened.

“Holy Spirit, spirit, yoma, evil spirit, mother fairy, etc., they are called differently depending on the region or person.

But they themselves are a race that introduces themselves as AI. They are very powerful.

“They are beings with magical powers.”

“···If you call yourself AI, wouldn’t it be better to be called AI?”

Haitha smiled brightly at Jincheol’s question.

“They are too different to be unified like that. The Tae we met

From beings hostile to others, like the two temples, to the deep forest camponi farms

Like the fairies of the underworld, he is only interested in filling those who serve him.

“It varies from ash to ashes.”

“···The Spirit of the Sun is not hostile to us.”

Ferran’s words suddenly interrupted. Haita looked at her with a smiling face.

“The magic power of the woman we met last night was full of great hostility. I am Jincheol.

I can’t even guess how I persuaded her. And, in the temple too.

“Hasn’t it been nearly a hundred years since I last heard from her?”

“that···”

Ferran, who was about to say something in rebuttal, closed his mouth as if he was at a loss for words and muttered.

He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face.

“Anyway, each of those beings has a different purpose and will. Sometimes,

The meaning is something that is very strange and difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Ron, in severe cases, it is common to kill the person you met. The girl we met

“It was a particularly powerful and ancient being, so much so that it was called the Holy Spirit of the Temple of the Sun.”

Haitha turned her gaze back to Jincheol and continued her explanation.

“That’s why I sent a signal from underground not to talk about her.

It was. If you talk about her carelessly, you don’t know what she will do while listening.

Because it was. Ferran seemed curious about what Jincheol had talked about with her.

Yeah. Actually, I feel that way a little bit too. The magical power she showed really seemed like she was trying to kill us.

“There it is.”

Azalea. AI of the nuclear fusion power plant ‘Haetsalnuri Hall’. The girl that Jincheol met.

The humidity seemed extremely unstable. A computer that had been repairing and changing itself for ten thousand years.

Is the engineering intelligence a being of infinite wisdom, or is it simply something that humans cannot accept?

Is he a destroyer of morality?

Jincheol lifted his left arm and looked at the tattoo engraved on it. The thickness and length

The alignment of the other black bars. I could still feel the heat under the tattoo. The light was sagging.

I didn’t know it when I first heard it, but now I can pull out the blade of flame if I put my mind to it.

It seemed like it needed some sort of recharging time.

Jincheol, who was looking at the tattoo like that, spoke briefly.

“Just, I said not to kill anyone in the temple.”

“···Was that all?”

When Jincheol nodded nonchalantly, he crossed his arms and made a sullen expression.

Dunferan took something out from between his breastplate and held it out towards Jincheol.

“Do you know what this is?”

“···”

Jincheol narrowed his eyes and looked at it. It was a thin, square card.

More precisely, Jindallae was pulling out the barcode pattern engraved on Jincheol’s wrist.

card.

“This was on the floor at the time. I didn’t see it when I went in or came out before.

You, Jincheol, in the end, you were placed there when you met the Holy Spirit. And this is

The artifact that the sorcerer was after during the last pirate attack on the Baika merchant ship

Pray. The thing that was stored deep in the civil war. The Holy Spirit will come upon you.

“The power that was given to me was contained within this relic?”

I took the card she handed me and looked at it carefully. There was a very faint pattern on the black material.

It looked like something had been drawn on it originally, but it seemed to have been erased over time.

It was.

“···To be honest, Jincheol. I’m scared.”

Jincheol’s eyes widened at Ferran’s sudden words. What are you afraid of all of a sudden?

“We have been investigating since arriving in Shiol, but the mastermind behind the pirates that day is still unknown.

It didn’t work. That relic was also one of the items they were expected to be after.

We just didn’t know what it was for. But the Holy Spirit made the truth known to us.

Instead of giving it to me, I left it to you, Jincheol.”

Her arms changed into a shape that wrapped around her own. She seemed to be in the cold.

It looked like he was hugging himself.

“···It seems as if past and present events form one huge thread.

The curse of the whole winter and the blade of the resurrected sun, who tried to get the blade first?

Instead of the beings in Doom and the seven administrators or doctrine practitioners, the sword is given to outsiders.

Even the Holy Spirit was entrusted to me… If I had been a doctrine practitioner, all of these would have been seen as signs.

Yes. A sure sign that the temple is corrupted and the eternal winter is coming.”

Her gaze was suddenly drawn to the floor of the barbershop. She was rather taken aback by her own words.

He seemed to feel afraid.

“What is the Holy Spirit thinking? As Cassian said, the feather is in Jincheol’s hand right now.

If it is truly the blade of the sun, then it is the most powerful weapon that can fight winter.

I have placed the weapon in your hands. The seven who have served the sun for hundreds and thousands of years

Without even a little warning to anyone in the family. Why would that be? It really is the corruption of the temple.

Because of that? Or because of some other danger?”

A mixture of confusion and faint fear flowed from her eyes.

“I don’t know how something that was just about rescuing Mr. Parm ended up like this.

I’m not sure if I’m reading these signs correctly. I’m not sure if the swordsman and Cassian

What about the existence of the Knights Templar and the gathering of meditation that tried to harm Mr. Parm?

Also, is this a sign I should read?”

Her eyes looked at Jincheol.

“···Jincheol, do you know the answer?”

“···”

Look, I’m just a leftover soldier in this era. Why did Jindallae have my hand in the first place?

I don’t even know who planted this, but how do I know the answer?

Jincheol never believed that he would become a great person. The war

Before the war broke out, I felt like my head was going to burst because I was worried about how to make a living, and after the war broke out,

I crawled on the ground to survive next to a head that was literally exploding.

I barely managed to survive by crawling through that hellish pit of fire, and now I’m surrounded by

There was no one left. In the end, Kim Sang-cheol took revenge on his squad members, not revenge.

Perhaps the reason I let go of the captain’s hand was because I had no reason to hold on any longer.

To such a bad soldier, you should talk about the Holy Spirit, the curse of winter, and the dark forces.

The solution that comes to mind is not some great trick, but rather to just catch all those guys and do it.

All that came out was an ignorant suggestion to line them up and shoot them all to death.

What nonsense is there about shooting and killing a woman with such anxious eyes?

Couldn’t do it.

So Jincheol just smiled faintly.

“Have you ever imagined that your worries today will be reflected in the future ten thousand years from now?

If I take it to the next level, I wonder if I can really take it as seriously as I did back then.”

“···What does that mean?”

Ferran’s expression became strange. Was Jincheol joking or was he serious?

His face looked confused as to whether it was a miracle or not. Jincheol scratched his chin.

“People ten thousand years ago must have had their own serious problems. But ten thousand years ago,

When the person behind you sees it? It might not be a big deal. Anyway, time has passed and work is done.

Years ago, the person may have died, but life has survived and flowed until now. Even if

Even if all the people in the world at that time were killed due to a serious problem, that much time had passed.

“New beings will come afterward to fill the empty spaces.”

Ferrando, Haitado, and Udim, who had been listening quietly, looked at Jincheol. Their eyes

It was more like, “What is this?” than “I was impressed.”

Jincheol also laughed. What nonsense am I talking about now?

“Just think about it when you feel anxious. The crisis and fear you experience at that moment.

It seems like it will end this world, but eventually time passes and life finds a way in it.

It will continue in one way or another. There is no need to be so rigid. The world and life will stop.

“Because I’m not cold.”

“Does that mean I shouldn’t be afraid?”

“I’m telling you not to give up in despair. Stop where you are and let the crisis erase you.

Don’t let it go. Do everything you can to overcome the crisis.

Even if I do that, I can’t erase even my traces, so even after ten thousand years, a very small trace will remain.

“So that I can leave something behind.”

“···It seems like in ten thousand years, there won’t even be a speck of dust left.”

Jincheol smiled broadly at what he was hearing from Haita.

“There will be more left than you think. Really, there will be much more left than you imagine.

hey.”

Ferran seemed to be thinking deeply about Jincheol’s words, lost in thought. Haitado, bread.

Udim, who was slaughtering, looked somewhere far away. It was really hard to imagine ten thousand years later.

As well.

At that moment, only the child who had gone to the kitchen came running. That caught the attention of the group.

He looked at Haitha and shouted urgently.

“These bastards ran away!”

“···yes?”

“First of all, no, Harmen and the two pirates escaped through the back door!”

Haita also stood up abruptly.

“Why, why? Why did you run away···?”

“It’s obvious what he was thinking! He was afraid that we would interfere with his every move.

Hey! Maybe he just wanted to steal! Anyway, I need to find him right now.

I have to! I can’t confirm to the Sandesiya’s swordsmen that he is alive.

“It’s no different from not being able to escape from a cotton prison!”

Aiman ​​immediately turned his gaze to Jincheol and spoke.

“It was nice meeting you, Jincheol! The situation is urgent, so remember one thing! My proposal is still

“That’s what it is!”

“Does that mean I should learn swordsmanship or become a knight?”

“Both of you! We’ll definitely do at least one of them when we meet next time!”

Haha, the kid who laughed then gave a greeting to Ferran and Udim and went to the barber shop.

He ran to the door. But his steps had to stop there, which was a

Because Ita was looking back and forth between him and Jincheol with a helpless expression

It was.

“···Hi. I have to go.”

“I know! I just···”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Jincheol looked at it with a slightly bewildered expression.

As we faced each other, she wiped away the tears that were welling up and looked somewhere with determination.

His expression became cold.

“Jincheol.”

“ok?”

“We’ll meet again.”

“Huh? Oh, right. See you later. Thanks to you, I got a lot of help in the underground city. Maybe later.

“If you need my help, I will help you as much as I can.”

Jincheol stood up and extended his hand to her. It seemed like they should shake hands while they were parting ways.

It was something that was held out, but Haita looked at the hand and Jincheol’s eyes alternately and then suddenly

I was held in his arms.

“Huh?”

“···See you again. Definitely.”

After whispering like that, Haita turned around and ran after Aiman. She left the barbershop.

The two people standing didn’t look back.

Jincheol, who was left there, blankly stared at their backs as they left. What just happened?

When he looked around at the others, Ferran had a cold expression on his face, and Woo

Dim was chewing the last piece of bread with an indifferent expression.

“···That’s typical of Sandesiya. Coming like the wind and leaving like the wind.”

In the end, Ferran shook his head as he said that, and Jincheol was still shaking.

He just looked at the door of the barbershop.

The swordsman and sorcerer who came from Sandesiya left.

*

Not long after Aiman ​​left, Mr. Parm and Morel came out of the inner room.

The teacher washed his hands with water from the kitchen and looked for other people.

“Where have the Sandesiya people gone?”

“I left. My pirate friend ran away.”

Mr. Parum stopped washing his hands and blinked at Jincheol. It was absurd.

It was a sheep.

“They are very free-spirited people. Let’s talk a little more with that Camponi swordsman.

“I wanted to see you.”

“If we’re meant to be, we’ll meet again someday. It won’t be too late to become friends then.”

“···That’s a good point. If we are meant to be, we will meet again, and if so, we will share a friendship.

It doesn’t matter when.”

Did I say that? The teacher tends to take Jincheol’s words and refine them on his own.

There was. Maybe it was because he was the teacher who taught me how to speak. Jincheol just laughed it off.

Mr. Parm’s eyes moved to Ferran.

“That guy’s emergency care is complete. He won’t die right away. Ha.

But I can’t leave it here forever.”

“There is a shelter in Antara. There is a doctor and medicine there that you need. If you take me there,

It will work out.”

“Are you okay? He was a prisoner in the temple’s basement.”

Ferran smiled faintly.

“Rather, I should be asking you, sir. Cassian, he should be in our hands.

Because I can restrain this nonsense. The meditation that has put the male and female in Shiol.

I also have to find a meeting. I’m not sure if the teacher is okay. I’m not sure if the teacher is okay.

“Would you like to hear more about the meeting?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure, but… I don’t think there’s much we can find out from him.

Even if we find out, it won’t be anything more than what Cassian extracted from the prison.”

“We’ll have to recover him first to find out. Then, we can take the prisoner.

“I will rock.”

Ferran nodded to Morel, who was washing his hands. Morel, who was wiping his hands, blinked at the look in his eyes.

I shook my hand and went back inside. When I came out, I was wrapped in bandages.

He was carrying Gugban. He was unconscious.

The two exchanged greetings with the teacher and Udim. Then, Peran looked at Jincheol for a long time.

I didn’t pay attention.

Jincheol said.

“Why do you see it that way?”

“···That which is in your hand. I hope you use it well. Please, give the tip of the sword to Shiol.

“May there be no aiming.”

Ferran left the barbershop with those words. Morel, carrying Gugban, left the door.

I looked back at Jincheol. He seemed to be choosing what to say, but then just stared at me.

He said hello and left.

So, Jincheol, Mr. Parum, and Udim were left in the barbershop again. Jincheol said,

I let out a deep sigh, feeling like the long day was finally over.

Mr. Parm saw that and said.

“Why are you sighing?”

“I thought I’d get some sleep now. Thanks to that, I haven’t been able to sleep properly since last night.”

“Hmm. Is that so? Sorry. But it’s not over yet.”

“yes?”

Mr. Parm said, stroking his mask as if he was stroking his beard.

“I left Gugban in Antera’s hands not only because of his current health, but also because of

“It was definitely because I didn’t have the luxury of doing anything else right away.”

“Why don’t you have time?”

“We have to search Berdo’s mansion from now on.”

Jincheol blinked. This is a sound that won’t let him sleep the rest of the night.

“The dead scholar’s ​​mansion?”

“While I was treating Gugban, he spoke only to me. I searched through Berdo’s study.

“I guess so.”

“···Did Morel see that?”

“You must have seen the whispering. But you didn’t ask what was said.

“He’s a friend I have. Let’s become closer in the future.”

Well, when I saw it, I didn’t really think much of it… Well, that’s what it was.

We deserve to be closer.

“Okay. Well, since it’s come to this, let’s get it over with quickly before morning. Sleep

Let’s go to bed in the morning. Udim?”

“What is it?”

Jincheol pointed to the barbershop door, looking at his sullen expression.

“Go ahead. Do you know the way?”

“of course.”

Udim walked ahead with confident steps. Jincheol looked back at Mr. Parum and said,

The teacher shrugged and smiled, putting on his coat.

The three of them left the barbershop and entered the night streets of Shiol again.

*

It was late dawn when we arrived at Berdo’s mansion. The eastern sky was blue.

The darkness just before it comes. The darkest hour.

Riding the darkness, the three climbed over the mansion’s fence.

The three men lowered their stances, with Jincheol in the lead, Mr. Parum in the middle, and Udim in the rear.

Ram slowly crossed the garden.

Jincheol first moved towards the front window of the mansion. Inside the mansion,

It was a large window that was made to look out over the circle, and even if it was locked, it was easier to see through than the main door.

It seemed like I could follow this and get in.

“···It’s not locked?”

We wanted to give the future a 21st century flashy door-breaking skill called glass-smashing.

Jincheol was disheartened by the sight of the window squeaking open. If this continues, I’ll have to go out.

“Doesn’t it seem like there are any signs of people inside?”

Jincheol opened the window slightly at the whisper of Mr. Parum and paid attention to the sound inside.

But inside, only a cool chill seeped out.

“It seems that the scholar died and the servant was taken away, so it became empty. Well, that’s right, Gugban.

“If a friend had a mind of his own, he would not have kept another employee.”

Of course, if he had really thought about it, he wouldn’t have been caught. Jincheol slammed the door of the window shut.

He opened the door and stepped inside. The teacher and Udim followed him.

“Where did you tell me to go? To the study?”

“It will be on the second floor.”

As I passed through the living room and reception room inside the large window, I saw that the mansion was a mess. The furniture was

It was a mess, and plates and cups were lying broken and rolling on the floor.

“It seems like Cassian was the one who moved first.”

“I believe Gugban hid the secret of the study from him.”

“Well, let’s go up first.”

When I went up to the second floor, I saw a wide hallway and rooms connected to it.

“For a scholar, he has considerable wealth.”

“He was a person who was good at picking out words that the famous people would like even with the same materials.

Yes. Most of the noble families of Sion, other than Sionos, liked him. That’s why the temple

“They must have used the men to cover up his death.”

“He is a scholar who specializes in distorting history. What is lacking in such a person that he hangs out with such pseudo-people?

“I wonder if it is true.”

The three of them opened the doors to each room and checked to see if it was the study. However, the second floor was also the first floor.

It seemed like it was all messed up.

“Even if we search the library, we may not find what we are looking for.”

That ominous feeling grew stronger the moment I found the study. There was a large, spacious room with a splendid

Your table and drawers, bookshelves full of books on the wall, etc. But all those books are spilling out in front.

The books are out, and the drawers are all spilled out and lying in the middle of the study.

There it was. That little Cassian searched thoroughly even though it wasn’t even his house.

“I think this is all done.”

“···”

But Mr. Parm looked around the study without any sign of regret. Then

He said that he soon discovered a large veranda area on one side.

“Let’s go there.”

Jincheol opened the window as he had pointed out and went out to the fairly wide veranda. Tea table

Looking at the chairs and tables placed there, it looked like a veranda for basking in the midday sun.

But now, the dawn sky is slowly turning dark blue and the mansion is dark with the lights off.

Only the appearance of the change was visible. The teacher came out there and stood on the veranda and there with his back to the ground.

I looked around at the roofs of the mansions I could see from the top.

“What are you looking for?”

“···They said that you can find Gugban here. Unlike inside, there are no traces of it here.

“There must be something.”

Is that so? Jincheol looked around the veranda as the teacher did. Then, he went out to the veranda.

My eyes stopped on the small protruding window above the coming window.

“hmm.”

Jincheol approached and jumped slightly. His body rose up and hit the upper frame of the window.

He grabbed hold of him. His body was pinned to the top of the window frame with one hand.

Then I reached out with my other hand and grabbed the slightly visible line above it and pulled it open.

All of a sudden, something caught my eye, but when I applied force, the secret space opened with a popping sound.

Jincheol threw away the broken cover and put his hand in there, and soon he caught something heavy.

I felt something was wrong and took it out.

“···What is it?”

It looked like a heavy rectangular lump of iron, and I let go of it and threw it onto the veranda.

Jincheol, who had come down, realized that the upper part had opened with a click.

“What did you find?”

“···well.”

The open top had a small glass attached, and there were square buttons on the bottom.

They were all gathered together and lined up. In Jincheol’s view, the upper part was a small

The knitter was a knitter and the button was a typewriter.

Mr. Parm said.

“It looks like some kind of typewriter. Is it an artifact?”

It’s more like a portable computer from an 80s science fiction movie. It has that strange crudeness.

Jincheol felt a strange sense of nostalgia at the retro appearance. Anyway, there was a power button somewhere.

I looked closely at the typewriter part because I thought it might be there.

“Is this a biker text?”

“That’s right. It looks like a typewriter for that part. Are there any other functions?”

Jincheol, who was looking for the power button and trying it out, suddenly realized that there had been no word until now.

I realized there was someone. I turned my head and saw Udim standing at the end of the veranda, looking into the distance.

I saw something looking at me.

“Hey, Inma. Have you ever seen anything like this?”

“···There isn’t one. Something that big.”

“What? What’s so big about this···”

Jincheol’s mouth opened slightly. His eyes also looked into the distance where Udim was looking.

It became. And I also found out what Udim was looking at. His gaze was directed

Your teacher’s gaze also followed the two people.

He muttered absentmindedly, forgetting to look up the typewriter’s functions.

“···That’s Rabito’s··· Rabito’s airship··· Their aerial battleship···!”

A giant airship appeared in the eastern sky of Shiol, brightening. It was much brighter than the ground.

First, the lower part of the giant was burning yellow under the light from the east, and

The towers and cannons jutting out from the ground sparkled like shining thorns. A small castle.

It felt like the whole vegetable was flying in.

Jincheol blankly looked at it and spoke to Mr. Parum next to him.

“Is that thing coming in···?”

“···I hope not. Really.”

The teacher answered in a calm voice.

While the three people were blankly staring, the airship entered the sky of Sioux.