There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 546



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EP.546 All animals are equal (9)

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Park Cheol swallowed his nonsense and stood up.

My neck was so sore that the yellow flooring of the house felt like a cold cat blanket.

Did the film break? Well, three bottles of soju for one bowl of soup was too much.

“Fuck, it’s a real blanket, right?”

Where are we? Park Cheol, startled, threw away the blanket and checked his surroundings.

A cold space with wide concrete walls and a single small light flickering on the floor.

Park Cheol, who looked around the space for a moment, unable to tell if it was a warehouse or a prison, carefully got up from his seat and checked his body.

A simple gentleman, he wears a scraggly suit and check every time he shoots.

Two remaining cigarettes, lighter, check.

And the camera, which is more important than life… does not exist.

Park Cheol was not embarrassed. Because it’s something that’s natural to lose?

No, because there was no one else in the world who could use that camera properly other than myself.

It was a pity that he lost his camera right away, but he got up quickly, believing that he could find it at any time.

And while he looked around to figure out exactly where he was, he also tried to remember what had happened before he passed out.

Was I under a spell? The memory of just before fainting was vague.

I saw five people escaping from the terrorist scene and tried to track them down… I took a picture of something waiting in my car… What was that…

… Oh yeah. Hitler!

They also filmed Hitler melting and screaming.

“What the fuck?”

As soon as Park Cheol, who had regained his memory, frowned, a squeak was heard from the other side of the concrete room.

When I turned my head, the thick iron door opened and someone peeked out through the light streaming in.

A middle-aged man with a neatly cropped beard. He, who didn’t look Korean even at first glance, looked Park Cheol up and down and said.

“You woke up just in time. “How are you feeling?”

“Da, who are you?”

“My name is Sancho.”

“… .”

Sancho? Is this like a foreign gangster? Regardless of whether Park Cheol had some strange misunderstanding or not, Sancho spoke calmly.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Other than my neck being a little sore, it’s okay… “No way, human trafficking?”

When he looked shocked, Sancho looked downright pitiful.

“What is human trafficking? Who buys middle-aged men who are all old?”

“… .”

“Well, stop talking nonsense and follow me.”

Sancho left the door open and turned his back. Park Cheol, who was looking at him blankly, followed Sancho quickly, fearing that the door would close.

The outside of the door was not much different from the inside. A series of corridors and rooms paved with concrete.

Seeing that there was a sense of living, such as a room lined with cooking utensils and a room lined up with beds, it didn’t seem like a criminal organization in particular…

As I turned down the hallway, a laboratory equipped with a sterilization device suddenly appeared.

A real exhaust laboratory equipped with a small centrifuge and several extractors.

There was a woman wearing a white gown hanging out in a place that looked like a drug production factory. As soon as she saw Sancho, she raised her head.

“Sancho… “What, he’s not dead?”

“The saint herself treated him. “There’s no way I’m going to die.”

“… But didn’t you say that the saint himself struck her by the head?”

A saint? Everything? What kind of bullshit is this?

While Park Cheol was unable to keep up with the situation and was looking around, the woman lazily got up and said.

“But it happened at just the right time. Just cow dung… No, I woke up when she came.”

“… Isn’t it a good time for you too? “How about we meet now?”

“Me? “I’m done.”

“why?”

“Well, because I’m such a bitch? Oh, or maybe it’s because I don’t like my half-brother, who was brought in by my father who left home.”

The woman who said that giggled, but Sancho answered her without changing his expression.

“No lies, no apologies, no regrets… You can only do this when you are alive. Cheon Ae-ran. Please be honest with yourself before it’s too late.”

“… What is that again? A lesson from an old cartoon?”

“No, it’s a lesson from a classic masterpiece. “At least read a book in your spare time.”

Sancho, who had turned Cheonaeran into a mute, left the laboratory.

The woman left alone has to get far enough away from Sancho to be out of sight! I let out a sigh.

“I’m hearing admonitions from a man outside of my family that I couldn’t even hear from my father.”

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[Over 1,000 people, winning with an overwhelming difference in skill… Olympia, a festival for the entire nation.]

[Why did he cut off his arm? Korean traditional neutralization method that has been passed down since Goguryeo!]

[Minister Cho Woong-chan is the guardian of over 1,000 people? … ‘I’m glad that my hard work for my country has paid off.’]

Salome, who was looking at the main articles of various newspapers, clicked her tongue.

“Dawn here, dawn there… “What kind of Dawn Republic is this?”

Surprisingly, it was a saint who accepted her complaints.

“Why, am I jealous because I don’t have any of your articles?”

“No, I’m not jealous… It was a bit severe, something like that… .”

“If you feel wronged, show your face. “If I took off that thick burka and just revealed my face, reporters would rush in, right?”

This refers to Salome’s attire that covers her entire body in front of others other than the warrior party.

Salome was furious.

“… “I want to be recognized for my skills, not my face!”

“But it’s easier to become popular with your looks… Oh, is it because you think your mustache will be noticed if you reveal your face?”

“… Because she doesn’t have a mustache!? “Holy lady, if you joke about Nazis one more time, I won’t be quiet!”

“If we don’t stay quiet, why will they at least persecute religious people? “I haven’t even taken power yet, but I’m already doing such mean things-”

“Oh really! Dawn!!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Salome called out to dawn. He, who was discussing something with Jang Man in the corner of the warehouse, immediately turned his head.

“Salome, what’s wrong?”

“Here, the saintess keeps asking me -! town?! “Eup!”

The saint covered her mouth, asking if she was going to say that again. It was so childish that it was unbelievable that it was a prank played by precious people, but to adults it just seemed like a cute prank.

For a moment, Jang Man and the Knight Commander looked at the two with happy smiles.

On the other side of the hallway, Sancho took Park Cheol and entered the room where the group was gathered.

“Here, this reporter woke up, so I brought him here.”

Then the knight commander looked at Park Cheol and said.

“You’re in good condition for waking up after half a day. How about it, can you talk?”

“… .”

Sancho glanced at Park Cheol as if to say something, but Park Cheol’s gaze was directed elsewhere.

Just to the right of the saint who is choking Salome’s mouth.

As soon as he saw his precious camera placed there, he rushed towards the saint.

… I tried to rush.

But as soon as he got out of Sancho’s back and leapt forward, an invisible force grabbed him by the back of his neck! Lifted.

Dawn’s telekinetic power. Floating in the air, he struggled with his limbs and shouted.

“Give me the camera! “You thief!”

“camera? Oh, this?”

The saintly woman raised the camera without blinking even when she was called a thief. When Park Cheol saw that, he struggled harder, but she said regardless.

“Reporter, where did you get this camera?”

“… Well, who cares where I got it from? Give it back! right now!”

“It’s strange. I wonder if he doesn’t notice me when he sees me, or if he’s pretending not to notice me… Write, mister, don’t you know who I am? This eye patch, these clothes! “I am a saint of the five gods.”

“Stop fucking with me! Do you think I would be fooled by that appearance? There is no way a saint would assault, kidnap, or imprison someone!”

“… .”

That’s right. While her saintess nodded her head, Park Cheol screamed once more.

“Give me the camera right now! “There will be no conversation unless I hand over my camera!”

Salome, who was seeing this, tried to intervene, but the saint raised her hand to stop her. she said, panning her camera around.

“Reporter, let me point out two things first.”

“… .”

“First, stop acting angry. Because no one here is fooled except Salome. Since you brought them here without killing them, you are confident that there is a reason to keep them alive, right? As we were talking, it seemed like he was planning to grab a camera and look for an escape angle… Well, everyone has that level of insight.”

As soon as those words were finished, Park Cheol’s expression became calm. He said, still hanging in the air.

“… second is?”

“This camera is not yours.”

“It’s not my camera? That camera is something I have been using for 17 years… ! More precious than my life… .”

The saint interrupted him.

“This camera belongs to Chengdu.”

“… what?”

Saint? As Park Cheol frowned, the saintess looked surprised.

“Looking at your reaction, I guess you really didn’t know?”

“What is that… Now, wait!”

Before Park Cheol could say anything, the saint separated the camera and lens.

“no! “What a delicate magic tool that is!”

Park Cheol shouted with sincerity rather than acting, but the saintess slammed the separated camera lens on the floor.

Kang! Kang! While Dawn and Salome, who were watching, were shocked, the long camera lens shattered.

“My, my magic tool… .”

Park Cheol was shocked, but surprisingly, the lens was not damaged at all. To be precise, the convex glass was still intact between the broken lenses.

The saint said as she lifted the convex glass.

“See? This is not a magic tool. “You don’t even know how to use mana, so how can this be a magic tool?”

“That’s the stored mana… .”

“Putting 17 years’ worth of mana into such a small tool? “Even the magic tower lord won’t believe it.”

The saintess who said that said while holding the glass tightly.

“This is a holy object that emits mana on its own.”

“… A holy relic?”

“Eyes that see through truth and sincerity. “It is a sacred relic of the blue god Benul that was leaked from Chengdu 42 years ago.”

“… .”

While Park Cheol looked blank at the sudden information, the saint held out the glass to Salome and said,

“According to the principle, it would be right to execute the leaker and take it to the capital… .”

Salome unconsciously grabbed the glass, and then – QUICK!

“Aya!”

Yuri radiated static electricity into Salome’s hand. As if she was trying to get out of her hands.

“You saw it, right? “This is a type of holy relic that can only be used by those chosen by God himself.”

“… .”

“In other words, you are the chosen one chosen by Benul. “Do you understand what I mean?”

Park Cheol blinked and said.

“Benul? But I’m not even a believer… .”

“Then convert.”

“… .”

“Well, actually, conversion is not a problem. The real problem is… ”

The saintess glanced at Dawn. Then, Dawn, who had kept her mouth shut until now, came in front of her and continued her saintly words.

“Do I kill you or save you?”

“… .”

“If you want to live, you’d better tell the truth. “What were they thinking when they chased us, and how much do they know?”

Only then did Park Cheol realize that he had been caught up in a huge conspiracy.