Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 69



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Jincheol, who had a very bad feeling toward Rahiman, thought that his frightened appearance was just a mask to cover up his own mistakes as much as possible. He wanted to urge him to stop talking nonsense and write the surrender document properly.

“Special envoy? Who is the special envoy?”

Fortunately, unlike Jincheol, who wanted to smash Rahiman’s face, Miguel was rational. He noticed something strange in the words Rahiman was saying and asked about it right away.

Rahiman stared blankly at Miguel with a haggard face, then lowered his head and continued talking.

“···The first time I met him was before I became a general. Long ago, when I was still just a member of the Urata Party···”

At that time, Urata was not called Urata. It was called the Plos Parliamentary State. The Plos State also had flying warships, generals, and a corrupt army. Urata was just the name of a small political party. It was named after an old god in legend.

As a member of a small political party, the young Rahiman believed that the current state of affairs in Plos was all the fault of the rotten generals and military leaders, and that without such foolish leaders, the Plos people, who were born with great bloodlines, would rise up and create the great, great, unified supercontinental nation that they had long ago, long ago.

So Rahiman thought he had only one job to do. Get rid of the stupid and rotten leaders and lead the Plosians to the great bloodline. To do this, he encouraged the depressed Plosians. How? By making anti-government speeches and volunteering.

At that moment, Jincheol glanced at Miguel’s expression. He was trying to hide it, and it was actually hidden, but there was a certain sadness and shock leaking out on Miguel’s face.

Rahiman’s story continued.

“···It was one of those days when I returned to my room after giving a speech about the greatness of Plosin at a bar, as usual. Then, he suddenly appeared in that small room.”

“Appear? What does that mean?”

“Literally. He appeared as if he was shedding invisible space out of thin air.”

He told the frightened Rahiman not to be afraid of him. At the same time as his unbelievable appearance, he told Rahiman not to be afraid of him. For some reason, Rahiman was reminded of the angel from the legend of the Plos. Of course, the legend was intended to deify the bloodline of the Plos general at the time, but anyway.

He gave young Rahiman two gifts. One was health. He cured Rahiman of his chronic skin disease and digestive problems, and made him physically much healthier than the average rabbi.

Rahiman, who had a talent for public speaking and agitation from the beginning, was able to present himself as a future superman who promised a new era to the party members and the public thanks to his strengthened body.

The second gift, which was not very powerful at the time it was received, soon became the main force of the Rahiman anti-government volunteer army. It was the black iron armor that Jincheol had also seen.

“···Some of the armor’s blueprints were not fully understood even by the best engineers in the country. It was only by chance that the scholar Esai confirmed that the small amount of drug that the wearer needed to inject in order for it to function fully was a strange artifact or bloodline commonly referred to as ‘silver blood.’”

A ruthless group of superhuman soldiers wearing black armor. Rahiman used them to overthrow the original Plos government and establish a new country called Urata. Along with the propaganda that the previous general was actually an evil demon who worshipped the evil god Marx.

“That special envoy wouldn’t have just given me that gift.”

“···okay.”

The most essential parts of the black armor and the small amount of medicine that the user must inject were supplied by certain Baika merchants. And after the founding of Urata, the Baika began to survey the entire territory of Urata under the pretext of academic research.

It was obvious what they were looking for. They were investigating ancient ruins. They were digging up old lands that were said to have remained from the forgotten era of the empire, including the Black Path.

“Actually, I have since excavated several sites. They are old and academically significant, but otherwise of little use.”

After investigating for about three or four years, at some point, the Baikans all left. And the special envoy did not come to Rahiman. So Rahiman began to think that the special envoy was a Baikan, a tribe from across the sea, and that the Baikans were truly madmen who were half-mad with knowledge and would overthrow an entire country for a single relic. And he thought that since their work was over, he would never see them again.

“Are you saying that special envoy was a Bykanese?”

“No. That’s what I guessed. He was wearing a helmet that didn’t show his face. It was a strange mask. It was smooth and mirror-like, reflecting the other person…”

Listening to Rahiman’s explanation, Jincheol was reminded of an electronic music duo musician from the past. The helmet he was talking about seemed similar to their helmets.

“···After that, for a long time, while I was running the country, I forgot about him for a long time. Yes, it’s been about thirty years. I lived forgetting about him.”

Meanwhile, the young politicians who had tried to change the country had become old generals, and the country that had been full of energy and hoped for a new world had become like before, as if it had fallen into a rut. The military had also become weak. The black armor was still there, but the silver blood needed for its full functioning had not been obtained.

In the meantime, the war of nerves with the Jaso Federation was intensifying, and the entire country was on the brink of war. The once brilliant young man was unable to overcome the pressure and became addicted to drugs. While Rahiman was having hallucinations while under the influence of drugs, a person appeared out of thin air like a hallucination. It was a special envoy.

“It was the same as thirty years ago… It was the same as before… The clothes, the helmet, even the voice…”

The envoy provided the parts and silver blood needed to move the black iron armor as before, and even taught the technology to strengthen the flying battleship. It was amazing technology. The technology of the Rabito airship, which had been stagnant for decades, evolved thanks to his gift.

“You said that if you had kept fighting, you would have won in the end? Ha, nonsense. If you had kept fighting until the end, it would have been my battleship that won in the end. My battleship that fought Jasoo’s battleship head-on and was fine. Your filthy airships…”

Rahiman showed such a twisted pride. Jincheol frowned slightly at the sight, and Rahiman, who had been smiling, quickly lowered his head at that gaze.

On the contrary, Miguel was nodding. The situation was clearly in his favor a little while ago, but after the battle was over, Urata’s battleships were not damaged that much. Perhaps, as Rahiman said, the revolutionary army was defeated because they couldn’t do anything about a single flying battleship.

In any case, that special envoy not only strengthened the Urata Army with his outstanding technical skills, but also mobilized Baika merchants of unknown origin to provide financial support. And in return, what he wanted was an exploration of the ruins that would turn the entire Rostang region upside down.

Rostang was originally a city with legends and ancient documents that there was an ancient city under the ground. However, since the current city of Rabito was located above it, it was not easy to overturn the entire city as the envoy wanted.

“I could have guessed it then. The special envoy probably went to Jaso’s Donchaba first. However, Donchaba would not have accepted the special envoy’s demand to completely destroy a city with tens of thousands of people…”

That’s why you came to me after decades, Rahiman muttered. Miguel shook his head slightly. You made the deal knowing that? Isn’t it no different from the so-called deal with the devil?

“So? So you ended up overthrowing Rostang? By kidnapping the citizens of Jaso and using them as your workers?”

“···It was a simple calculation. We could save our own country’s resources while destroying the enemy’s future.”

Thousands and tens of thousands of Rabitos kidnapped from Jaso dug into the ground of Rostang. They dug into the ground and went underground without any safety plan, so naturally accidents occurred. The Urata Army provided them with minimal medical care and even food. It was natural since they wanted them to die anyway.

What they discovered after digging into the ground was a dark passage leading to a huge underground city.

“There were many other ruins, but what the envoy wanted was that passage, or more precisely, something beyond it. The envoy, who had never faced a frontal attack before, suddenly demanded my 1st Special Forces Armored Brigade. The reason being that he needed help underground…”

Since there was no particular reason to refuse, Rahiman sent the special envoy and his men down the dark underground passage.

And the night they went down, white beasts crawled up from there.

“···The beasts had white fur and degenerate eyes. They were bent backs and had skinny limbs that they used to swing crude spears and daggers. But hundreds of elite soldiers were killed by those primitive beasts, and hundreds more were dragged away. Whether they died or lived is unknown. All that was known was that the head of the special forces commander was displayed on a spear in front of the underground passage the next morning··· The next day, another head was added next to it, and so on, so the ground forces···”

Rahiman covered his face and fell on the desk. It seemed as if the fear from back then was coming back. It was quite a pitiful sight to see the rabbit like that, but Jincheol was lost in thought rather than sympathizing with it.

The ‘special envoy’ that has been explained so far. He acts like some kind of secret mastermind behind the scenes. If the story so far makes sense, then that bastard is definitely an Ophesis mercenary, a descendant of the forgotten empire. The Baikans who provided funds to Rahiman must be a gathering of meditation.

The underground passage that they found after overturning the Rostang is probably the path to the ‘American Armory’. But monster rabbits poured out of there? Could it be that those monsters are weapons? Biological weapons or something?

Rahiman said that it had been several days since the special envoy and his men entered the underground passage. So, the Ophesian might have already taken something useful and escaped. It might be too late to go now.

As he was thinking like that, Miguel, who was sitting next to him, tapped him on the side. Then he stood up, gesturing outside as if to go out. He spoke to Rahiman, who was looking up at him.

“Please wait.”

“···You won’t execute me, right? Right? I’m the general of Urata. The idol of the Urata people and their leader···”

Ignoring the rabbit’s barking, I went outside and saw that the people outside were already looking serious. Miguel spoke to them.

“Yes, knights, your job is to reduce the conflict in the world and kill the evil ones who can’t do that. What do you think of the current situation?”

Aiman, Haita, and a member of the Knights of Rabito named Pastel looked embarrassed at the slightly sarcastic remark. Aiman ​​laughed and said.

“What can I say? What’s the point of talking among ourselves here? The most urgent matter at hand is rescuing the Jasso people that General Urata abandoned in Rostang.”

“Let’s put aside that special envoy and the Bykans who provided the funds, and save the innocent people in Rostang first.”

“exactly.”

“Then I guess I should go to Rostang first.”

“First and foremost.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

It was decided that way. Miguel quickly organized the troops that could move immediately. The garrison and the Urata battleships could not move immediately. The garrison was in a mess to clean up, and the Urata battleships were short of personnel to operate.

It took two hours to get everything ready, including unloading the wounded, loading weapons, and repairing the Comintern so that it could move without any problems. It was possible because we had put aside everything else and focused on going to Rostand and rescuing the remaining members there.

“Why did you ride it?”

Jincheol asked that while looking at Doljumeok and Maro who was following him. Doljumeok then scratched his bald head.

“We are Ramien’s bodyguards. Of course we will go together.”

“we?”

“Yes, we are. So the money is double.”

He and Maro looked at Jincheol in silence. Jincheol laughed and let it go. If this continues, a hybrid with the spirit of Olog in the body of the real Rabito will emerge.

They were busy looking at their trucks in the hangar – they had mounted some sort of artillery and machine guns on them before the raid. Judging by the size and armament of the trucks, they were not tanks. It seemed that they had survived the raid in those trucks.

Jincheol, who saw the big and small child, decided to look for Ramien. After seeing General Rahiman’s interrogation, she had a stiff, inanimate expression, and of course, it was because of Ipani in Rostang. Could she be alive?

I looked for Ramien for a moment, my head bowed under the low ceiling of the Comintern. I ran into Miguel before her. It was a small space on the stern of the Comintern that looked like a balcony that could be seen outside.

Jincheol stretched his back and relaxed his neck in the open space. Miguel, who was standing on the railing with his coat fluttering over his shoulders, smiled at Jincheol.

Jincheol said while looking at that smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was letting go of my obsession.”

What? What kind of nonsense are you talking about again? That thought seemed to be reflected in Jincheol’s expression. Miguel spoke with a smile on his face.

“It’s funny. Unlike Snow, her expressions are varied. Aside from being a different race, she’s often expressionless, so it’s hard to read her emotions.”

“···I see.”

He turned his head and continued speaking, his gaze fixed on the sky.

“Oh, right. What kind of obsession have you been letting go of? That’s what you said last time. In the new world, can I not become a new general?”

“···I think I said something like that.”

Jincheol’s position became a little uncomfortable. Ten thousand years ago, he was an ordinary soldier, and even now that he has become a little stronger, the feelings Jincheol feels towards himself have not changed much. So, unlike Miguel, who overthrew a country, it took a lot of mental energy for him to influence the life of one other person.

Miguel laughed at Jincheol’s lukewarm answer.

“I’ve been thinking about that for a long time. Then I was able to decide during my conversation with Rahiman a little while ago.”

“I see. What have you decided?”

“When the land of Jasso shows signs of stabilization, I will leave on the Comintern together with warriors who share my will.”

“···where?”

“To other countries, to all the nations of this continent that have been ruined by the rule of other generals.”

Jincheol chuckled.

“Will you become the liberation army of all countries in the Eastern Continent?”

“The East? Oh, yes. From your perspective, it’s the East. That’s right. I will become a liberation army. I will be the hammer that breaks down the bondage and control of all generals, and the scythe that cuts off the neck of the deformed system that crawls out from underfoot like a snake. Even if I collapse in the process, I will be able to leave behind some kind of spark.”

That’s cool. The will to move forward without stopping. Not everyone has to live that way, but those who decide to live that way deserve their own respect.

Then Miguel continued speaking.

“That’s why I chose Ramien as my successor.”

“···what?”

“She’s the general of Jaso after I left Jaso, no. General is a bit like that. Then… Prime Minister? Yes, she’ll become Prime Minister.”

Jincheol blinked. What the hell is this all of a sudden?

“···why?”

“Because her weaknesses are so obvious.”

Miguel looked at Jincheol again.

“The lover she seeks so desperately. She and she are of the same sex, right? There is no greater weakness in the society of the self-centered than homosexuality. And that will prevent her from becoming stagnant water, rotten water. She will face endless checks and opposition.”

“No, what is that···”

“Second Lieutenant Ramien. Graduated from Jasso Aviation School at the top of her class. Do you know who her mother is?”

“I don’t know, fuck. What does it matter?”

“It doesn’t matter. Her mother is the president of Jaso Central Bank, and she is the biggest vested interest representing Jaso’s vested interests now that General Donchava has disappeared.”