Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 7



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Episode 7

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After Jincheol appeared, he and Olog looked at each other in silence. Boggle Boggle Cauldron

The only sounds that filled the empty space were the sounds of boiling, crackling campfires, and the buzzing of insects.

It was.

“Jincheol···!”

The tied-up Daramba recognized Jincheol and whispered. But they quietly glared at each other.

He couldn’t raise his voice at the sight of him and the others.

The Ologs didn’t ask Jincheol, who suddenly appeared, anything, not even who he was.

He didn’t know. He just stared at him with his eyes that were black and sparkling and breathed heavily.

It was just a shame.

It was like two beasts meeting each other and instinctively exploring each other.

“Grrrrr···”

For a moment, they just stared at each other. A low growl came from the throats of the Ologs.

It flowed out. At the same time, their breathing began to quicken. The next moment, Olog Han

The guy moved his foot slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Jincheol’s hand placed an arrow on the bowstring and shot it.

The arrow flew straight and landed at the foot of Olog, who was trying to move. There was a dull thud.

The arrows that were more than halfway stuck with Lee trembled. Olog, who was trying to move,

It goes without saying that my body froze.

Jincheol immediately took another arrow and aimed it at Olog, who was holding a ladle.

As he looked at the aimed arrow, Olog’s breathing became even more ragged.

And then, Jincheol and Daramba, who had collapsed, met eyes for a moment. They were covered in tears.

Jincheol winked at Daramba, who was making a blank expression.

“Who are you?”

It was the words of the ladle Olog. He was the first to speak. And his words were

It was similar to the language used by the campos, although the pronunciation was slightly different.

“It seems like we’re not completely at odds with each other.”

“What? !@#!@#. I asked who you were. I don’t like it when you ask twice !@#.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

Olog tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand what Jincheol was saying. But soon

He sniffed and shook his head, as if he didn’t want to think too deeply.

“You are alone. You have only one bow. @#$$%. You are dying.”

The bastard’s gaze turned to Jincheol’s bow, which was making a sound like a patter. Jincheol laughed. The bastard

Because I understood what you were saying.

In this street, you can’t shoot an arrow twice. There are three of them and one arrow. So

They probably had an advantage. But Jincheol didn’t care. Anyway, he was in his

The role was simply to attract the attention of those three muscle monsters.

Whether he knew Jincheol’s thoughts or not, the ladle Olog immediately took a step forward.

He stepped back. Instead of shooting an arrow, Jincheol took a step back. Olog took that.

Bogon smiled faintly, probably thinking that Jincheol was scared.

“Jincheol···”

Daramba, who was in the back, was fidgeting while looking at Jincheol and Olog. Something was wrong.

I felt like I needed to help, but I was tied up and couldn’t do anything right now.

A small, hairy hand cupped the mouth of that other person.

Daramba, who was surprised, turned around and saw Tobi and Chaka gesturing for him to be quiet.

There were teeth. The guys had small knives in their hands.

Jincheol saw the guys behind the Ologs start to break Daramba’s bonds.

He continued to step back while watching. It was a simple plan. He drew the attention of the Ologs in front.

So, Tobi and Chakai go around the empty lot far away to save Daramba and escape. The problem is

The fact is that it was Jincheol himself who took on most of the risks of this plan.

“I have to pay for the meal.”

As Jincheol muttered like that, the ladle Olog, who was taking a brisk step, tilted his head again.

He was standing there. The other two Ologs were also moving to surround Jincheol on both sides.

It was.

“But who are you, really? Why did you suddenly show up and start causing trouble?”

It was the words of the ladle. The bastard kept staring at Jincheol’s appearance and kept tilting his chin.

He was puzzled. Jincheol’s appearance was so unfamiliar to his eyes.

The ears were too short to be called Esai, and the appearance was too odd to be called Ologue.

It was not a fish, so it was not a biker. Moreover, it was Jincheol’s skin color.

was different from any other race.

“What if they find out who I am? They’ll check my identity and take a picture of my passport and send it home.

“Are you going to give it to me?”

“passport?”

While he was talking nonsense, Jincheol took five steps back. That was it.

It meant that they had come forward as well, and Bok-sil and the three musketeers were released from their bonds.

He said that he had bought enough time to slowly step back.

The other two, except for the ladle Olog who was staring intently at Jincheol, immediately

Even so, he was breathing heavily as if he was going to attack Jincheol’s left and right.

In each of their hands, they each held a heavy axe and a broad sword.

I heard that they were walking around with their upper bodies off, so I thought they were primitive people.

It was steel that shined brightly even in the middle of the night.

“You’re really being loud. Breathe slowly, kids.”

Even after seeing the blade, Jincheol was ticking for no reason and drew the attention of the Ologs again.

All of this was because the Three Musketeers began to retreat out of the empty lot one by one.

After holding out for a moment until the guys ran away, Jincheol fired an arrow and ran away.

It was a plan.

Of course, there is no such thing in this world where everything goes as planned.

The movement of the three musketeers, who had been retreating with a thud, stopped. The source of the sound

The circle was a branch at Toby’s feet. At the same time, the ladle Olog turned around.

The face of the ladle Olog, who met the eyes of the three musketeers, distorted. He was back again.

He turned to Jincheol and opened his mouth wide. A beastly roar burst out of his mouth.

All of the Orlogs’ eyes instantly turned red.

In a short moment, Jincheol made up his mind and shouted to the camp members.

“Jump!”

And he let go of the arrow that was aimed at the ladle. The arrow flew away like magic.

The ladle was stuck in Olrog’s chest.

Immediately after, before I could check the bastard’s condition, Olog’s axe fell from the left.

Instead of firing a new arrow, Jincheol had to lift the bow and block the axe blade.

The bow, which was so thick that the campons couldn’t even pull it, broke apart. Instead, Jincheol’s

The axe’s path towards the head was changed.

Jincheol held the broken bow in both hands and struck his opponent’s face alternately.

There was a crack of a whip and the bastard’s head whipped around.

I wanted to keep attacking the guy who was retreating, but this time there was a big line on the right.

The problem was the sword coming down while drawing the line.

I instinctively lifted the half-bolt of my right hand to block it, and the thick thing snapped in half again.

It broke. But it prevented the sword from being stabbed in the head. Immediately after, Jincheol broke it.

He let go of the bow and struck the sword-wielding man in the face with his left fist.

With a heavy thud, the sword-wielding man fell backwards. His nose was like a hammer.

It collapsed as if it had been hit.

At that moment, the axe-wielding man who had been staggering back came to his senses and shouted.

He grabbed the axe with both hands and pulled it back behind his head. He chopped Jincheol’s head as if he was chopping firewood.

It seemed like he was planning to take a picture of it.

Instead of thinking about something, Jincheol moved according to his instincts. He headed towards the bastard’s head.

He kicked backwards with his right foot.

His foot brushed the bastard’s chin like the wind. Then the bastard’s large, square jaw snapped.

It shook, and then the bastard’s eyes suddenly opened. The axe that had been pulled all the way to his back

The axe fell down with a loud noise. The guy who dropped the axe like that fell forward.

Abandoned.

“after-”

After a brief moment of clashing, Jincheol let out a deep breath that he had been holding in.

He even jumped up and down lightly on the spot, as if he was doing boxing steps.

The thought that crossed his mind for a moment was that it was more doable than he thought.

The appearance of the Ologs was truly warrior-like. Not only did they have a rough impression, but they were also made of stone.

These seemingly stuck muscles were enough of a threat just by their appearance. If the road

If I had met a person like this on the street, I would have quietly rolled my eyes and just hastened my steps.

The story goes that he was an opponent he absolutely did not want to fight until he was given a rifle in his hand.

In fact, although he worked hard to make it, Jincheol had little experience shooting an arrow. At best, he had

Before the war, I had only ever tried to demonstrate with my friends at an indoor archery range.

If you look back, it would have been better if it didn’t exist.

So, even though I discovered the Ologs first, I didn’t consider sniping or a surprise attack.

All. I aimed at the guy with the ladle and shot him, but the arrow hit Bok-sil’s head.

It was for that reason that Jincheol risked his life and stood in front of the Ologs.

It was.

“Balloon muscles? These aren’t even pillheads···”

As the excitement of the moment subsided, Jincheol smiled faintly and fell down, writhing.

I looked at the two log guys. Anyway, I took them down with my bare body, so my heart was full.

I couldn’t help but feel proud at the corner.

Then Toby’s scream was heard.

“Jincheol!”

When I suddenly raised my head, what I saw was a small black hole.

A distorted face, standing up with an arrow on his chest. The one holding the ladle.

And what he was holding in his hand was different in detail, but it was still modern.

It’s a form that can be roughly recognized by anyone, and it’s something you’d meet out of the blue in a place like this

Something I never thought of.

It was a pistol.

Before I could do anything, the black hole started spewing fire.

“Ugh···”

I felt a heavy feeling as if I had been hit in the middle of my chest with a hammer, and at the same time, I couldn’t breathe.

I didn’t feel any pain. I just heard a ringing sound in my ears.

And then my knees gave out and I had no choice but to kneel down.

I looked down at his chest and saw that the clothes the campos had made for him were dark and large.

I saw a last hole open. Only then did a burning sensation engulf my entire body.

“Keung-!”

Suddenly, the guy with the ladle that was supposed to shoot the bullets strode towards Jincheol and snorted.

He looked at Jincheol who was looking up at him and pulled the back of his gun.

Then the empty cartridge clattered out and fell to the floor.

As Jincheol was blankly watching, the guy found a bullet the size of his thumb in his waistband.

I took it out, put it in the back of the pistol, adjusted the barrel, and finished reloading. So that’s it.

It was a single-shot pistol that fired a single large-caliber bullet.

He died from a single shot from a half-made pistol, not even a machine gun. Jincheol was devastated.

I felt embarrassed and let out a hollow laugh. No, there is a strange plant factory, but there are no guns.

I guess it was a mistake to think so. But still, isn’t this cheating?

Suddenly, the Camponi guys were looking at me with their eyes wide open across the empty lot.

I saw them. I shouted at them to run away, but they still didn’t know why they were there. They were scared and surprised.

He said, a sad face. I’ve been looking at that puppy-like face for days, and I can feel the emotion.

It was.

And beyond that. Behind the guys, the shadows of the forest were looking at him.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t afraid of death. But in fact, Jincheol was already half-confident.

I was in a state of accepting death. The amazing experience I had in the village of Camponi over the past few days

Nevertheless, it was the appearance of those fantastic and pastoral camponis.

This made his own death certain.

A giant residential tree with a factory-style smart farm in its basement and a similar river that lives there

Aji humans. They are kind and innocent, even to strangers, without any particular discrimination.

His common sense was in jeopardy as he lived in a battlefield where missiles and bullets were flying just a few days ago.

I couldn’t understand why I ended up in a place like this in a children’s cartoon.

It was like I was in a fantasy movie.

So the most likely conclusion that could explain it would also end up being fantastic.

Wasn’t there.

He jokingly muttered about entering another world and magic, but in fact, Jincheol was

Either experiencing a brief illusion after death or being in the stage just before entering the afterlife

He believed that everything he had experienced in the past few days would disappear like a dream on a tiring summer night.

I thought it was just a fantasy, because otherwise it wouldn’t have been explained.

But perhaps it is because of this illusion that I want to save those Camponi kids even more.

I didn’t know. In a battlefield where people were being torn apart like a joke, people would kill others to avoid dying.

What does it mean to him to save the campons that were small but warm to him?

It gave me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Even if this moment is a vision after death or a shadow of purgatory,

It was definitely a price worth risking one’s life for.

Now the darkness of the primeval forest faced him. His dead comrades, and the ones he had killed.

The enemy was waiting for him in the dark shadows. The reprieve from death was over.

He motioned for him to come over.

“ha···”

A dry exhalation escaped between the lips. Was it the last breath? No, it wasn’t. Death.

Under the shadow of the negative, there were still little Bok-sil children looking at him. That guy.

They had to buy time to escape. If this was the last moment, then all that was left was

It was time to unleash some power.

The breathing began again.

And at that moment. When the human Kang Jin-cheol completely accepted his own death. His chest.

His body, hit by a bullet of a revolver of an unimaginable size, wakes up in a state of crisis.

There was.

The body, which had been in a state of hibernation for ten thousand years, had been receiving sufficient nutrients and rest for the past few days.

I was actively preparing to wake up through the food. That’s how I got to a certain critical point.

The body of the baby is now experiencing the intense shock of the gunshot and is exploding according to instinct.

The enemy began to increase its activity.

It was a torrent that exploded over ten thousand years.

“Hmm···”

Meanwhile, Olrog, who had shot Jincheol with a bullet, was whining and stabbing himself in the chest.

He tried to pull out the stuck arrow. He was already half-concerned about Jin-cheol, who was kneeling.

It was in a state of being tied. Unless you are an Esai or a brave Olog who has turned over the artifact, your chest

There was no species that was shot directly by a Pak and came out unscathed.

No matter how you look at it, he is neither, so the situation is over. On the contrary, he is the one who eats.

I was secretly happy about the situation that had increased. Now, the only thing that was stuck in my chest was the arrow.

It would have been better if it hadn’t been there.

“···Huh?”

But something strange appeared in the eyes of the ladle Olog. It was in front of him.

It was a scene where the hair of an unknown man who was kneeling suddenly grew longer.

The black hair of the guy, which looked to be about a finger joint long, quickly grew to several spans long.

It became a foot.

The eyes of the ladle Olog widened at the sight he had never seen before. What surprised him even more was

One thing that suddenly caught my eye was a flash of light glaring at me from the hair that had fallen down in a messy manner.

There were two beams of light.

“you···”

At that moment, Jincheol, who was kneeling, moved his left foot and took a step forward.

The thud sounded like thunder coming from a very far away place.

“Jincheol!”

The Camponi guys who had been worried and sad called Jincheol with bright smiles. That

As if answering the call, Jincheol’s body slowly tried to rise.

“Where!”

But it wasn’t just Jincheol who came to his senses at the sound of the guys’ voices. Gukja Olog

As expected, he quickly lifted his pistol and aimed it forward, away from Jincheol’s gaze. This time, he was sure of it.

It was a shot aimed at the space between Jincheol’s eyebrows, as if he was really going to end it.

Jincheol’s eyes, shining with light, looked straight at the muzzle of the gun.

Immediately afterwards, the gun fired.

At the same time, Jincheol’s head fell down. The bullet flew faster than sound.

It passed by his crown.

“What-”

Jincheol crouched on the floor before the absurd voice of the ladle player could even end.

The body bounced up like a spring.

At the same time, there was a sound as if some whip was tearing the air, and at the end of it,

The sound of a leather drum exploding echoed through the air.

The whip was Jincheol’s fist, and the drum that burst out was the head of the ladle Olog.