The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 225



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#227. Reunion >

#227.

Chased down and killed the named villain.

The unknown corpse retreated from Baldur after the evil one died.

That was when Jin Gong-jin joined forces with Seven Seat Encarta.

The Seven Seats and the Twelve Thrones. Even if the opponent is a corpse with unimaginable power, the ranks of the city’s strongest are by no means easy.

After all the fighting was over, Encarta came looking for me.

—······.

It had been less than two months since our first meeting, but the atmosphere was completely different. His expression and eyes were still unreadable, but I could feel the change in his emotions on my skin.

Encarta assured me that Baldur City was safe for the time being, as the culprit who had caused the long sandstorm had left the city. Encarta and I did not mention the story of Samjon Raman Quonel any more.

I expressed my gratitude to Encarta, albeit dryly.

The reason we were able to finally chase down and kill the named evil spirits was because Seven Seat Encarta used all his power to block the unknown corpses.

In the place where they fought, devouring the earth and the sky, a huge energy still remains, swirling and not disappearing.

We returned to Junktown and spent a few more days there.

He helped to restore the bodies of those who had been wounded in battle, including those with shattered feet, cleared out the corpses and traitors remaining in the city, and helped to clean up the badly damaged areas.

All around is a field of polluted sand and corpses.

From the first day, I encountered a variety of crowds.

In a city where dismembered people are scattered everywhere, there are people who enjoy collecting ownerless essences and putting them in bottles, and people who, now that public authority has disappeared, are professional looters.

Those guys are not afraid of the city police, but of the tiger and the water man. And they had an unexceptional interview with Rudolph. The sightings of Baldur’s security guard, the black monster Rudolph, spread far and wide.

As time passed, new federal troops and police were dispatched to guard the wall. In addition, a huge amount of supplies were also sent. The hand of the federal government finally reached Baldur.

As soon as the federal government intervened, the city’s security was restored at a rapid pace. A large number of personnel and large equipment were also involved in the normalization of the damaged Baldur City Wall. The wall was quickly restored to normal, and almost completely restored to its previous defensive capabilities.

Of course, Baldur City still has a rather chaotic atmosphere.

Even though the federal government was providing emergency supplies of electricity, fuel, water, and food, it was not enough to keep the city running. Even the buildings of major corporations suffered from daily power and water outages.

It can’t be helped. This is an opportunity for the city’s upper class to experience a little bit of the lives of the lower class.

I looked down at the city of Baldur from the barrier and thought.

······I had a pretty good rest last time.

I also traveled wherever my feet took me with an empty mind. In fact, the human mind wants to rest more no matter how much I rest, but I thought it would be okay to stop resting now.

For leisurely travelers, it’s time to leave your vacation spot.

I got a military backpack and packed the hilt of the light, the scabbard, the fragments of the sword, and my share of the spoils from this incident.

Next, I used the open communication network to contact the anti-company. I briefly asked about their survival, and roughly what had happened here, and I didn’t forget to mention that they wanted me to send disaster relief money at the corporate level.

Finally, I returned the body of the commander who had guarded Western Baldur together to the Federation Army and went to the city station alone.

The city station, which had been turned into chaos by the storm, was under strict security. Those who came into close contact with the corpse were usually quarantined on suspicion of infection, so the entire Baldur was now in a similar situation to a quarantine facility.

So, even the most senior corporate executives cannot go outside Baldur without a permit from the Federation······

This does not apply to me, one of the Twelve Emperors of the Federation.

When I arrived at the station, the merchant ship’s Carlson was waiting for me. He greeted me diligently.

—Thank you for your hard work.

—Nothing happened.

— The headquarters building of the merchant ship in City Station was attacked by corpses. Many people were injured during the evacuation, and the cargo carrier ship was damaged by the sandstorm and is undergoing extensive repairs. There was considerable property damage······

— Nothing much happened.

I got on the carrier that Karl had prepared.

As the carrier prepared to take off, the guy furtively scratched the back of his neck to check something. He was checking to see if the single-molecule wire that had sent Chin-sia screaming was also caught in his balls.

I called Karls and said.

— It was an escape back then. Isn’t the world really amazing?

—······.

Soon, the carrier took off with a loud noise.

Rudolph was left behind in West Junktown.

Even if he was completely useless, he had good stamina. He also had to distinguish between the reconstruction of Junktown and the merits of military service.

The fucking business of calculating everyone’s contribution to this incident and distributing the enormous amounts of essence that were obtained as a byproduct of the invasion.

Especially, the essence of a level 9 named person will be the focus. I have no intention of wasting my energy on such things. If there are people looking for me, Rudolph will take care of it.

That was when.

—Revan!

I turned my head toward the direction where I heard someone shouting. However, I quickly dismissed it, thinking that it was a problem if my hearing was too bright. It was a voice echoing from an alley hundreds of meters away from the station.

— I’ll do it with Revan, the mad horse.

— Even so, Jin Gong-jin is much stronger!

— You have to fight to find out who’s stronger!

—······I don’t think even a madman would want to fight?

The voices were those of children who were running around the streets, ignorant of the ways of the world and fighting with swords. The children were lively despite their gaunt faces, as if they were trying to make up for the lack of play they had been unable to do during the sandstorm.

Come to think of it… I heard that the nickname “Gwangma” is often used by the residents who enthusiastically cheer for Chiljwa and Jin Gongjin. The -Diary of Baldur in the West- written by an unknown resident was published in the Citynet media and became a hot topic.

However, because of the notoriety of the mad horse and the fact that most of the people in the West were powerless lower classes, it didn’t cause much of a stir.

Unfortunately, that’s how the world was originally.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa—

The roar of the carrier’s engine getting louder, the skyscrapers visible beneath your feet.

So I left Baldur behind.

* * *

Al Heimdall City.

The first place I headed to when I arrived in Al Heimdall was Kaldrock Smith.

A magical forge with the legendary dwarven blacksmith, Dargant.

It was because I didn’t want to lose my loved one who had been with me through life and death just like this.

however.

Wow—

“Revan······I’m glad to see you’re safe.”

······Kaldrock Smith. The one who greeted me as I entered the hot forge was none other than Ahimsa, lying on the workbench with all of his body parts badly damaged.

There must have been a fierce battle with a corpse somewhere.

Ahimsa’s current state is not much different from when he wandered outside the barrier for decades, and was washed up on Junktown by a sandstorm.

But why all of a sudden?

It was something completely unexpected. I looked to the side.

Choaaaak—

Dargant sat in front of the brazier, drinking boiling water, his heart burning. He was clearly angry, but he did not show any resentment. An unexpected answer was heard from Dargant.

“He came to me right away, armed, and went to Baldur City where a sandstorm was blowing, and disappeared outside the wall. The Cat King and Isaac helped him and barely managed to rescue him.”

Dargant said simply.

However, it would not be as simple as it sounds.

It must have gone really far for the King of Water and the Elf Lord to have to step forward.

“Why on earth did you plan to go to Baldur, where chaos abounds?”

Dargant stared at me intently at the question that followed. His mouth was as stubborn as a vacuum. Soon, Dargant blew his nose, and a hot wind blew into his face.

“Why would you? Everyone has regrets······.”

I had my doubts.

The reason Ahimsa suddenly jumped out of the barrier was to cross the land route to Baldur City, where carrier flights had been cut off due to the invasion of the corpses. And then he came to Baldur City, where a sandstorm was blowing, to search for something.

soon.

I stood before Ahimsa, who was just blinking.

Ahimsa opened his mouth even though no one asked.

“It was a wonderful sandstorm that allowed me to go and find true nirvana. So I wanted to see it again before it disappeared. My true nirvana began when I was caught in the storm and fell into Baldur City. Right?”

“That was reckless. The sandstorm was going to come again anyway.”

“Yes, I was too reckless this time. I think it was a bad choice to just leave because I wanted to see you. The parts were too damaged, so I might not be able to move for a long time. But I don’t regret it.”

“You never saw the sandstorm, did you?”

“I didn’t mean to see a sandstorm.”

From Al Heimdall to Baldur City.

It is a distance that would easily take several dozen days by land.

But how can you cross the hellish land with its countless corpses, polluted soil, and countless relics of past great wars, with so many threats lurking?

As if to prove it, Ahimsa’s weapons were all broken and the ammunition was completely consumed. There were traces of blood on each part, as well as traces of having fought a rather powerful corpse.

“······.”

at that time.

Wheeeeeeing—

Coincidentally, Ahimsa’s battery died. After exchanging only a few words with me, Ahimsa fell into a deep sleep on Dargant’s workbench.

Later, I heard that when Ahimsa was rescued from outside the barrier, Ahimsa’s battery had already been discharged once. Ahimsa wandered outside the barrier until the sun shone and recharged his battery a little.

At most, five times a year. In a world where it is difficult to see the sun, Ahimsa may have wanted to blindly believe that the sun would shine despite the low probability.

It was reckless.

I’ve thought about it so many times.

And only after a few brainwaves passed through my head.

I was able to have a proper conversation with Dargant, who was sitting in front of the brazier.

“···I have come to ask you a difficult favor, but would it be shameful to ask you two at once?”

“I’ll listen and decide.”

“My first request is Ahimsa. I will search any city for what I need.”

“I was planning on taking a big hit without even hearing it. I don’t want to let it happen again, so tell me the second time.”

I opened the military bag I had brought from Baldur.

There were several perfectly sealed vials of essence, the handle of a light, and pieces of a broken sword. Dargant looked at them absently, then narrowed his brows in understanding.

“It’s already out of my hands, but it’s something I’ve made. I’m embarrassed, so I’ll have to try making it again.”

Whoosh whoosh—!

Dargant casually swept up the sword fragments and threw them all into the furnace. It was really hot. The shards of light that he had forged with his past regrets soon bubbled and sank to the bottom of the furnace, waiting to be released into the world again.

Swish-

Finally, I took out a piece of bone from my bosom. It looked completely different from human bones. It had a strange and bizarre energy.

“Named Evil. It’s his teeth.”

“Did this guy break the sword?”

“yes.”

Dargant picked up a piece of Akbu’s tooth and examined it carefully.

Then, Dargant’s arms, thick as logs, swelled. A majestic energy swirled around Dargant’s entire body.

Kwajik-

Soon, as he pressed hard on his teeth with his fingers, Akbu’s teeth could not hold out for long and turned into bone dust. Dargant shook his hand off and opened his mouth.

“Even though it’s just a piece of bone, it’s not ordinary. Even if I sharpen my sword again, there’s no guarantee that it won’t break when I meet someone similar to me.”

I had to create a sword that was better than a light sword.

So, I decided to give most of the essence of the evil spirit to Dargant. I heard that when forging a great sword, they also use essence, a potion that is a concentrated version of the energy of the world.

But Dargant shook his head after hearing the words.

“You don’t need this stuff. You killed this guy and brought it to me anyway. It would be much better to just breathe in your energy like you did last time.”

It’s not the spirit that’s the problem. I agreed with Dargant.

To sharpen a sword, you simply need better materials than before. Something that won’t break or be damaged by the teeth of a level 10 monster.

Fortunately, I know many people in Al Heimdall who have a lot of such items, as I have all the precious materials in the world. Knowing this, I have spread the word through the open.

Exactly, that was the moment.

Boom!

There was a brief commotion outside the blacksmith shop of Kaldrak Smith, and then someone came running towards us with both ears pricked up.

It was so fast, like a lurking tiger, that there was no time to stop it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face.

An elf running at lightning speed.

Slomokin hugged me tightly and threw me to the ground.

“Revan!! You said you would come from Al Heimdall, not Ragnarok! Oh my gosh, it really happened······.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face.

I left Slemokin alone for a moment, who was jumping for joy at the reunion.

After a while, Slomokin also looked a bit embarrassed and slightly dropped down. Her gaze turned back. I bowed my head to the giant who followed Slomokin.

Elf Lord, Isaac.

“······.”

He brought in a thick leather bundle, put it down, and looked at me with indescribable eyes.

It was a face that really had a lot to ask.

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