There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 534



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EP.534 No competition for children (6)

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The southern part of the land Earthlings call the Empire.

A traveler, his body and face covered with a thick travel robe, was crossing a small village.

Judging by the traveler’s gait, it seemed like she was a woman, but no one in the village paid any attention to her.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I had become accustomed to the culture and foreigners pouring into the village over the past few years, or because of the pistol peeking out from under the woman’s robe.

Still, one thing is certain, the traveler is the only general store and restaurant in town… No, it was the fact that it was heading towards the ‘Wall Market’.

The owner said that it was named after the greatest general store on Earth, but the village people seemed more interested in the Earth products that the owner occasionally got rather than the name.

Well, anyway.

When a traveler opened the door of Wall Market and entered, the owner’s energetic greeting resonated throughout Wall Market.

“Come on! “This is Wall Market, an earth-style general store!”

“… .”

The traveler did not show any reaction and looked inside Wall Market.

Centered around an old dining table, plastic shelves that look like they were probably picked up from the Earth are lined up in a row.

Most of the products on the shelves were Asha’s products, but the appearance itself was not much different from convenience stores on Earth.

“Would you like to eat? Or shopping?”

And the owner was very friendly. The traveler answered without taking off his robe.

“I do both. “What is the most delicious food here?”

“Roosevelt stew. It’s a stew made with canned meat specially transported from Earth. This is the dish my wife makes best. “I worked in the kitchen at Gemini City.”

“Canned meat… By any chance, spam?”

“It’s a great food that combines taste and storage.”

“Oh, yeah… Then please give me that. “I’ll take a look around while you get ready.”

“Yes, I understand. honey! “Here’s some Roosevelt stew!”

While the food was being prepared, the traveler slowly began to select items from the shelf.

An old Earth-made military camp, dried meat, canned food, and even lightning bombs.

The traveler, who was obviously full of goods for camping, handed the owner a dollar.

Only then did the owner realize that the traveler was from Earth, and although he was surprised, he obediently paid the price.

And not long after, the owner’s wife came out with Roosevelt stew.

I don’t know why it had ‘Roosevelt’ in the name, but it was a stew filled with potatoes and spam.

“I paid for the food at the same time as paying the bill earlier. “Enjoy your meal.”

After saying that, the owner put the stew down on the table and returned to the counter. The traveler began to slowly eat the stew, still without taking off his hood.

And how long has it been?

By the time the Spam fat floating on top of the stew had sunk to the bottom of the bowl.

A man who was quietly drinking tea at the table next to him suddenly got up and sat down across from the traveler.

“It’s been a while.”

The traveler raised his head to see something. And as soon as I saw the other person’s face, I dropped the spoon.

Neatly trimmed mustache and bewildered eyes.

I didn’t notice because I was wearing Asha’s outfit, but this man in front of me…

“… browning.”

One of the top three superhumans representing the United States, and a strongman who was proudly ranked in the top 10.

Wearing ordinary Asha farmer clothes instead of military uniform, he tilted his head crookedly and spoke.

“It’s okay to say hello. It’s Mori. “I don’t think we knew we would meet in a place like this.”

“… .”

Morine, the president of the Blue Rat and the mother of the saint, took a deep breath and asked.

“… “Are you tracking me?”

“I didn’t mean to. “It ended up being that way.”

Browning crossed his legs in an old-fashioned way and continued.

“I think we need to talk about something important. If possible, why don’t we talk face to face?”

Morine obediently took off his hood. With her long hair falling down, Browning blurted out a word to her.

“Take off your disguise.”

“… .”

Morine bit her lip slightly. But she didn’t have the strength to dare refuse her offer of ten lectures.

Soon, along with the sound of Saaa-Mana moving, the illusion covering her hair and face disappeared.

Morine’s appearance, revealed in this way, was such that it could be said that she was indeed the mother of a saint.

Pure white hair and eyelashes, and blue eyes filled with unidentified mana.

If anyone who was familiar with the artificial bloodlines of the Soviet Union saw him, he had a blatant mixed-race appearance that would be immediately recognizable.

“Are you satisfied?”

Morine chewed his lip as he spoke, and Browning shook his head.

“I want you to know that I have no mean intentions. “I just wanted you to reveal your face as much as I revealed it.”

“… Is that really all it is?”

“Also, let’s take a look at the relic keeper’s tastes.”

“… .”

As soon as her husband’s name came out, Morine’s eyes narrowed. Browning continued speaking without paying attention.

“Now that we’ve seen each other’s faces, let’s get to the point. Morine, is the Margrave around this village?”

“… .”

Morine kept her poker face, but her muscles and heart did not. Browning sighed as she noticed that Mori Ne had been suppressing something in her.

“As expected, it’s around… “The rumor that you came out of seclusion and came out into the world was true.”

Clack-clicking, Browning put down the teacup and looked towards the village where Morine had walked.

“What is the reason? Are you trying to get revenge now?”

“… “There is no reason to answer.”

“No, you will have to answer. Depending on your answer, I will have to fight the Margrave.”

“… what?”

“Don’t pretend not to understand. I’m a soldier, and I have a duty to stop this damn war before it starts. Especially during the Olympia period.”

Despite the scary content, Browning’s voice was calm.

“… “War.”

As Morine trailed off, Browning focused his eyes.

“The Margrave is a symbol in itself. A symbol that could end the long period of peace that followed the Cold War. What do you think will happen if the Asha independents notice the Margrave moving? “What about the people of Earth?”

“… .”

“The public may not know, but there is no high-ranking person who does not know the fear of a runaway superhuman. Because Damerond and Dzhugashvili have already shown us more than enough. Destroying dams, attacking nuclear power plants… What if all important government figures are massacred like they did in Chile? “He is even stronger than Damerond.”

“… “That’s something you can do too.”

When Morine retorted, Browning nodded.

“Yes, I can do it too. But I have a country and a family to protect. No matter what people believe in my dreams and desires, a superhuman with something to protect has limitations and weaknesses. Just as Damerond eventually stopped seeking revenge because he could not sacrifice the elves… But what about the Margrave?”

“You have nothing to lose? So you’re saying he’s going to commit massacre? “Do you really believe that?”

“Regardless of whether it is true or not, there will be people who believe that. Because he’s a big red button that we can’t control. “I’ve kept my mouth shut so far, but if I move, it’s a different story.”

After speaking up to that point, Browning took a moment to catch his breath. He gestured to the general store owner, who glanced at the two people, to leave and opened his mouth again.

“I think it’s a story you can understand. “The modern order seems solid, but in reality, it’s not surprising if it collapses at any time.”

“… .”

Morine did not refute. Because what he said was true.

It just won’t lead to World War III because of the power of the United States, the superpower. The world situation was still unstable.

The scars left by the two economic crises caused by the collapse of the Soviet Union and the disappearance of the Chinese Communist Party still remained in the world economy, powder kegs such as the Middle East and the Balkan Peninsula were still boiling, and superhuman warlords in India were waging civil war every day. .

Asha’s situation was no different.

The authority of the imperial family, which had surrendered to Stalin, had fallen to the ground, communists were rising in the north, and anti-Earth sentiment was seething, and apocalyptic cults and independentists were still lurking in the midst of it.

Yes, in this situation, the Margrave’s move could itself become a spark that would lead to war. Morine also knew. I knew it but-

“… “The Margrave did not move with that intention.”

Morine said, pushing the bowl of stew aside.

“You said you would fight the Margrave according to my answer, right? Then there is no need to fight. He… “You’re just going to visit the grave.”

“… “Adult grave?”

“Yes, adult cat. It is soon the anniversary of the death of the saint, and the margrave is on his way to the capital to offer flowers at her grave. “That’s it.”

“… .”

Browning looked together to see if Morine’s words were true. For a moment, his sharp eyes looked Morine up and down.

He said, lifting the cold teacup again.

“… It’s a romantic story. “To the point where I want to believe it like this.”

“Then believe it. Because it’s all true.”

“No, probably not everything. Mori… There’s no way you’ll just tell me everything. “Maybe there are more secrets hidden?”

“… .”

“But I won’t pry.”

Browning said as he emptied the last cup of tea.

“Let’s put the fight on hold. instead… Let me ask you one more thing. Guide me to the margrave.”

“what?”

Before Morine could ask, Browning stood up.

“Why are you surprised? You said you were putting the fight on hold. “I just came here to see the Margrave’s face.”

“… .”

As he watched Browning take out dollars from his wallet, Morine unconsciously remembered the information that he and about a thousand others had fought the Ayatollah together.

***

Regardless of what was happening beyond the portal, Yeo-myeong was quite embarrassed when she arrived at Kaesong Airport with the Koreans.

It was because of the sight that met him as soon as he crossed the airport immigration office.

-Over a thousand people! There are over a thousand people!

-The pride of the nation!

-Aaaah! Please take a look here!

Busy people.

Even by rough estimate, the crowd that filled the outside of the airport was so enormous that it reminded me of a Nazi national convention.

“… Even Olympia winners from other countries would not receive this much attention. Was it prepared by the government?”

As Sethi, who was shocked sitting next to Dawn, said, this wasn’t just a matter of whether popularity was good or bad.

A stage that someone deliberately prepared.

Who created this stage? Rep. Hong Yong-wan? Or Jo Woong-chan? Regardless of who did it, Dawn had no intention of running away from this stage.

He put his hands up and smiled broadly at the gathered people.

“hello! Citizens! Thank you for your hospitality!!”

As soon as the mana-filled voice resonated through the airport, an answer came back that I couldn’t tell if it was a scream or a cheer.

Click, click, the sound of camera shutters penetrated through them, and soon reporters flocked to Dawn as if they had been waiting.

-Over 1,000 students! Please tell us about your resolution for the Olympia!

-What do you think about the assessment that victory is guaranteed?

-The French media is spreading a false rumor that over 1,000 students will be naturalized. Please say something about this!

Were reporters also bribed? None of the many reporters asked difficult questions.

The media is all like that. Dawn answered the reporters with a business smile for the first time in a long time.

“I promise you this in my name. “I, over 1,000 people, will definitely win the Olympia and dedicate that honor to my country and my lover.”

Although it was a cringy line, the reporters’ reaction was not bad. Some people even applauded, saying it was awesome.

Of course, the victim sisters who were listening nearby had to swallow their nausea.

Fortunately, the delay didn’t last long.

After struggling with the reporters for about 10 minutes, noblemen in suits appeared and surrounded Yeomyeong and the Korean group.

As he went out of the airport, escorted by men in suits, two limousines were waiting for him.

I think we just used a public bus last time at Olympia?

“Let’s get on. “The car in the front will take about 1,000 people.”

Dawn barely suppressed her laughter as she got into the limousine.

The frustrating thing was that, except for Sethi, all of the finalists were packed into one limousine.

‘Fuck, is this right?’

Through the window, I saw Neti, who was in a limousine with other players, cursing with her face.

When Dawn responded by shrugging her shoulders, Nettie pounded on the window with an even angrier expression.

Either way, the limousine left the airport with a clean engine sound.

When I saw the Gaeseong Gate visible in the distance beyond the window of the limousine, I felt like I was in Korea.

Seti, who was in the limousine alone with Dawn, seemed to feel the same way and muttered:

“It’s a plague from the beginning.”

“That’s right.”

“… I don’t know who set the stage, but he must be someone with a bit of intelligence. “Like my dad.”

Dawn did not deny it. Such blatant hospitality and discriminatory treatment. It was something that a stupid Rep. Hong Yong-wan would have done.

But surprisingly, the culprit was not Rep. Hong Yong-wan.

The real culprit appeared on the TV screen hanging on the ceiling of the limousine.

[Nice to meet you. About a thousand people. How was the enthusiastic reception from the people?]

A typical bespectacled office worker was there. When I looked at Seti, wondering what she was doing, she explained in her low voice.

‘I am Minister Cho Woong-chan’s secretary.’

‘Why does Minister Cho use such an idiot as his secretary?’

‘I can’t help it. ‘It’s his illegitimate son.’

What an illegitimate child. After learning about the secret that she did not really want to know, Yeo-myeong answered her secretary with a smile.

“It wasn’t bad. But next time, I hope you’ll ask me for my opinion.”

[ah… sorry. I thought there was no need to ask about this kind of event.]

“… .”

[In that sense, I would like to apologize once more. There is one more thing we have prepared.]

“… “There’s one more?”

As soon as Dawn frowns, a squeak comes from the other side of the road! A sound rang out.

bang! I immediately heard the sound of something crashing, so it looked like there had been a car accident.

However, the reaction of the secretary on the other side of the screen was a bit strange.

[Wow, it looks like it has already started.]

“… Start? what?”

[The traffic accident that just happened on the road was caused by us.]

“… .”

[The tour bus of students on a field trip was knocked down. There are probably many young people seriously injured. The media is waiting, so go and get them right away. It will be a very cool picture.]

You intentionally caused a car accident to play for the media?

Dawn was dumbfounded and looked at the secretary beyond the screen. The secretary raised her glasses and asked.

[Why are you doing that? You have to go out right now so the prepared media-]

“Ha, fuck, really.”

The next moment, a savory curse word blocked his speech.

“This damn bastard… “Do I really look funny because I’m smiling?”

[…] .]

Perhaps surprised by the sudden profanity in the back alleys of Incheon, not only the guy on the other side of the screen but even the driver glanced in this direction.

Okay, the acting is working. For the first time in a long time, Yeo-myeong fell in love with acting like a gangster.

“under… It’s going to be hard to come here on a plane, but what the fuck is going on with rescue? uh? They’ll show you to a hotel room quickly. “What are you doing?”

[Cheon Yeo-myeong, I’m not doing that, it’s for a good image… .]

“A good image is being poisoned. Hey, you fucking bitch, how many people did I save in Manchuria, and are you building your image like this?”

[…] .]

“Ah, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Are you going to Olympia? uh? Where do you belong, you bastard? What kind of bastard signed up for something like this? If I miss the finals because I can’t rest properly, will you take responsibility? uh? “Fuck, are you going to take responsibility?”

His acting as a bully after a long time didn’t last long. Dawn and Seti couldn’t ignore the black smoke from the accident scene seen outside the window.

“Hey, Dawn… Don’t go too far, let’s save the people first. huh?”

“No, fuck that bastard…” .”

“I will ask you this. no?”

As soon as Seti played the role of ‘the only woman who can control the bully’, Yeo-myeong moved accordingly. He spat on the floor and opened the limo door as if he had no choice.

Of course, I didn’t forget to finish my performance until the moment I left. He pointed to the secretary on the small screen and said:

“You, this chewy. “I remembered your face.”

As the two people got out of the limousine and ran towards the scene of the accident, Seti carefully said these words.

“Dawn, I just said that… “It’s acting, right?”

“Of course it’s acting.”

For some reason, Seti didn’t seem to believe it.