The Mad Prosecutor Picked Up AI - Chapter 39
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Apocalypse in Water Episode 39
Episode 39
It’s been three days since the nuclear missile exploded.
I opened the shield as planned.
And first of all, we measured radioactivity.
The numbers on the LCD panel were 0.
Okay. Let’s go out then.
I started the cement mixer that I had installed on the lifeboat.
Then the lifeboat moved forward through the water.
Behind them, three empty bath tubes followed one after another, like ducklings following a mother duck.
I tied the bath tubes to the lifeboat with ropes to transport the items I had picked up from the sea.
The bathtub I took out from the bathroom was made of plastic, so if you just block the drainage hole, it basically floats on water.
But because I had to balance it so that water wouldn’t get in, I hung large pieces of Styrofoam on both sides.
As we went a little further past the buoy, we came across the debris from the explosion.
The debris from the explosion that filled the sea as if someone had vomited it out had decreased significantly over the three days.
However, because there was so much debris and debris, and because the current in some areas was almost stagnant, much debris still remained.
A piece of debris struck a lifeboat.
“What is that?”
In response to Bomi’s question, I touched the wreckage that had hit the lifeboat with the oar.
It was almost the size of a lifeboat, with a blackened, ash-colored surface, with a white core poking out of it, like the iron core of a discarded building material.
“This looks like a chunk of giant squid flesh that the giant squid couldn’t digest.”
“Really? But what is that white tube-like thing?”
Bomi pointed to the white heart with her finger.
“It looks like a bone.”
“Are those the bones of a monster squid? Aren’t they too thin and small for that?”
The straight white core was as thick as a thumb.
“I think it’s a thorn.”
I answered, touching the protruding white core with my hand.
The thorns felt like bamboo with a strong steel pipe.
Could this possibly be recycled?
I cut off a thorn with my golden shield and showed it to Bomi.
“Could this possibly be used as an arrow?”
“An arrow shaft?”
Bomi tilted her head and accepted the white heart.
Then he took it in his hand, looked at it from all angles, and decided he liked it.
“Oh, it’s not bad. No, I think it’ll be fine. It’s a little thick, but the center of gravity is well maintained. If it’s strong enough, I think it’ll be fine to use as an arrowhead.”
Bomi frowned and tried to break the thorn, but it was only slightly bent and intact.
Wow! I hit the jackpot as soon as I got out.
Arrows were the only long-range offensive weapon we had at the time, aside from nuclear missiles.
Moreover, if you have arrows, you can attack infinitely, and the person who uses that bow is a national representative.
However, the archery arrows were already all gone, and many of the arrows brought from the Dragon Palace were also used up.
The supply of arrows was urgent.
So I kept looking for arrow materials, but there was nothing in the apartment that could be used as arrow shafts.
But I got it unexpectedly.
I let out a cheer of joy inwardly.
Bomi and I filled one of our bass tubes with the thorns we removed from the flesh of the giant mackerel.
I wanted to fill the rest of the bass tube with thorns, but today’s main course was different.
I launched the lifeboat toward the milky liquid that flowed from the burnt ink.
“This looks like hardened pork belly fat.”
“Looking at the hardened milky slick floating on the surface of the water, as if it were ice,” Bomi said.
I took my hand and felt the hardened, milky film.
It wasn’t sticky like oil, but was smooth as if it had been coated.
I tried melting the hardened milky film with a torch.
The slick turned into a liquid after a while, but it was sticky and looked like mud.
If this continues, it won’t be usable as oil for generators and such.
I gave up and tried to throw away the melted milky liquid.
Then he dropped the melted liquid into the lifeboat.
The liquid that touched the lifeboat immediately hardened like candle wax.
I tried to peel off the hardened liquid, but it didn’t come off easily, as if it was a coating.
Then suddenly the memory of soldering a bicycle tube popped into my mind.
Well then, would this be usable?
Since the lifeboat is made of rubber, I was always worried that it might get scratched or torn.
But what happens if you apply this to the torn area?
I tried spraying water on the hardened milky film.
The water bounced off as if it had hit a metal surface.
First of all, it is definitely waterproof.
Next, I took out a knife and scratched it lightly.
There was only a slight mark left, and it wasn’t scratched at all.
Oh! It’s durable too.
Then, should we just coat the bottom of the lifeboat with this?
I’ve been planning on building a sailing ship in the future, and this will be a great help.
Now that I think about it, I remember reading a book about how in the past, asphalt derived from petroleum was used to waterproof ships.
I broke the hardened milky slick as if I was digging up ice on a river and then scooped it up.
I was thinking of testing the waterproof coating on a bath tube.
When the slick was lifted, the liquid pooling underneath was revealed.
The liquid had a slightly yellowish tint, unlike the blue sea water.
Oh! Really, this?
Even before I could bring my nose to it, a strong, disgusting smell of oil hit me.
“Whoa! The Nodaji has exploded! The Nodaji has exploded!”
I cheered as if I had found a gold mine.
Bomi was startled by my cheers and asked.
“What is Nodaji?”
“It’s a nuclear power plant. The nuclear power plant exploded.”
Bomi cheered as she smelled the oil.
“Wow! It’s real oil!”
However, it was not possible to distinguish whether it was gasoline, kerosene, or diesel just by the smell.
Maybe it’s a different type of oil altogether.
Anyway, if you test it, you’ll know if it’s usable or not.
The oil floated on the water, as if it were separate from the water.
That’s why if you scoop out the oil too deeply, the water will mix in.
I carefully scooped up the oil, put it in the small generator I had brought, and started it up.
Gurrung.
Fortunately, the small generator ran very smoothly.
Alright! I clenched my fist.
Now I won’t have to worry about electricity for a while.
The milky slick was spread out quite widely in the sea, and when the slick was lifted, oil gushed out from underneath.
I filled the rest of the bath tube with the hardened refined oil and oil and went back to the apartment like a triumphant general.
But now the real work began.
After pulling the bath tube to the lifeboat to the maximum, we set off again.
Because the oil had to be collected quickly before it floated away with the current.
I turned on the generator and turned on the lights to collect the oil slick at night.
As the quantity increased, it became impossible to store it temporarily in a bath tube.
So, the water tank in Building 101 where the gas explosion occurred was converted into an oil tank.
The oil was pumped up to the rooftop like water.
After several days of oil transport operations, the oil tanks in Building 101 were full, so the 15th to 20th floors, which had not been damaged by the fire, were used as oil storage.
When I saw the room crammed with full oil tanks and various barrels filled with oil, including bath tubes, I felt reassured, like a housewife who had just finished making kimchi before winter came.
I indulged in the electric luxury of running the clothes dryer to celebrate the oil filling.
The children were rubbing their fluffy, warm laundry against their cheeks, and had happy expressions on their faces, just like they were in a commercial.
Seeing those kids made me feel good for no reason.
Is this exactly what parents feel like when they feel full just by watching their children eat?
But I will never give up food for my children, even if I have to starve myself.
Instead, even the smallest bean will be shared equally.
That way, you won’t feel bad later about not making concessions.
Now, the interior seemed to have been somewhat organized.
But there was still a mountain of work to be done.
We should be concerned about safety first.
It was a situation where it was not known whether the ark ship would arrive tomorrow.
Safety comes from a strong national defense.
And the basis of national defense is supply.
In particular, we must secure a stockpile of weapons.
I started making arrows right away.
As expected, the giant shad’s thorns were perfect for arrows.
Originally, I was going to cut the fork and use it as an arrowhead, but looking at the strength of the thorn, I thought it would be sufficient to cut the front and sharpen the blade.
Bomi, who saw me counting the days, asked.
“What about the feather at the tip of the arrow?”
“There are piranhas. Their tail fins look like bird feathers. I’ll show you, so let’s go catch them.”
We went fishing for carp.
Fishing was easy because the carp responded very readily to bait.
However, you have to be careful with the arm you use as bait.
Knowing how sharp their teeth are, I put on thick fireproof gloves over my sword-proof gloves and put my hands in the water.
However, because the teeth of the carp are so sharp, they can also cause injuries.
Still, there was no injury to the bones or muscles.
After being bitten a few times like that, I could feel the water ripples to tell how close they were.
From then on, I tried hand fishing with gloved hands.
Compared to their hideous faces, their tail fins were as colorful and beautiful as a peacock’s feathers.
Although it was a bit large, when cut and trimmed it became a feather that fit perfectly on a thorn arrow.
And the remaining carp, with the feathers removed, was made into grilled fish and eaten.
It smelled a bit fishy, but the taste wasn’t bad.
As soon as he made the arrow, Bomi did a test shot.
As I expected, the thorn arrows had considerable penetrative power, enough to lodge deep into the exterior wall of the apartment.
But Bomi said with regret.
“If the bow had a better accuracy with arrows, it could probably go through a wall.”
“Okay. Then I’ll look for a way to reinforce it later.”
I had a few elastic materials in mind.
Those materials are from the monster guide.
Thanks to the items Jiyeon gave me, I not only survived, but I also had the means and weapons to fight against monsters.
How did Jiyeon get these items?
And why did they give it to us?
Do you think they want us to rescue them?
Or are we supposed to save the world with these items?
As I was lost in thought looking at the arrows embedded in the outer wall, Hoyoung came running in.
“Sir! Satellite communication has been established.”