There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 784



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EP.784 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93

Fighting for your own freedom is worthwhile, but fighting for the freedom of others is even more wonderful.

『Mark Twain.』

***

At CIA headquarters in the Apollo City commercial district, at the time Stalin’s pine cones were bursting at customs.

The man, who was more often called by his title, Branch Manager, than by his name, lit a cigarette and looked out the window.

Knock, knock – Looking out the window while lighting a cigarette, the air was covered in red haze contrasting with the gray-white cigarette smoke.

“Those commies… really, they don’t know what a limit is.”

Contrary to his words, there was a strange smile on his face as he looked out the window. It was a smile of success.

And then a while later, when he had only a few puffs left on his cigarette, someone burst open the door and came in.

“Chief, the retreat operation has been completed.”

“It’s faster than I thought. How about clearing up the traces?”

“You’re finished too. Anything that happens here will be the work of the commies.”

The branch manager asked, shaking the cigarette butt on the floor.

“What about the garrison?”

“We are actively cooperating. The command has already completed the evacuation. The remaining regular soldiers will soon be able to survive….”

“Not you.”

It was a statement without a subject, but the agent was competent. He immediately gave the answer the branch manager wanted.

“Browning is still in the Pacific. He won’t be back until the incident is over, unless he gets on a dragon.”

“Okay. Now, everyone except the camera crew will leave.”

After taking his last sip, the branch manager turned around and left the room. Then, the agent who had come to tell him something asked him urgently, turning to his back.

“What should we do with the little ones?”

The branch manager spoke as he threw away his cigarette butt without even stopping his steps.

“Didn’t you say that everything that happens here is the work of the commies?”

“… .”

“If you mix in some of the real, even the fake will look plausible. Isn’t that right?”

The agent did not answer. He followed the branch manager without making a sound.

In the silence of the sleeping pill-addled children, the CIA left the city.

***

“Are you expecting me to believe that? That the CIA and the US military… joined hands with the communists for the Cold War?”

When Yeomyeong asked in an absurd voice, Dokhwa nodded.

“As far as I know, there has been no contact that would have caused any problems. It’s more like they laid the groundwork for each other.”

“… .”

“The CIA gathered children to get Moscow’s attention… and the Communists responded by reaching out to the city. Do you think that’s strange?”

“It’s not just weird, it’s crazy.”

Dokhwa answered while examining the condition of the fallen Jugashvili.

“But this time, there is a reasonable reason for it.”

“Reasonable??”

“Since the end of the Cold War, the United States has steadily reduced its defense budget. Its rival, the Soviet Union, collapsed on its own, and major powers such as Australia and France did not stand up to the United States… It was a natural result.”

Dawn immediately refuted.

“The budget for training superhumans must have steadily increased?”

“Yes, but superhuman training sucks up the production costs of existing weapons like tanks and fighter jets, and it doesn’t even guarantee the number of officers in the military.”

“… .”

“There is a saying among the US military. For every additional superhuman unit, a warship disappears, and for every additional superhuman unit, the same number of tanks are retired. There is a reason why the US military dislikes superhumans. Compared to the Cold War era, their numbers have decreased by almost half… It is not strange to say that they despise them.”

Are you trying to restart the Cold War just for disarmament? When Yeomyeong still looked incredulous, Dokhwa added.

“There is nothing a person cannot do when his rice bowl is overturned.”

“… .”

Yeomyeong frowned, then found a logical flaw in Dokhwa’s words.

“But Moscow has no reason to wage a Cold War. The nomenklatura, allied with the capitalists, would not necessarily want a Cold War….”

“… to check those nomenklatura and gain power?”

“power?”

Dokhwa continued speaking while carefully putting the dismembered body of the woman, Jugashvili, back together.

“An external enemy is the best excuse for a dictator. If someone wants to seize power in Moscow, the best option is to start a cold war.”

The next moment, Dawn took a deep breath. It was because he realized at the same time who was seeking power in Moscow and who the fake Lvov who had just spoken to him was.

“… Yevgeny Dzhugashvili.”

The poison did not deny it. Rather, it turned the dawn’s doubts into certainty.

“The spark of revolution started by Bykov in the North has not yet spread to Asha, a red star is wandering on Earth, and Beria is dead… Yevgeny, who inherited Stalin’s bloodline, could not remain silent either.”

“… .”

Dawn tightly closed her eyes. She realized that she was the one who started all this.

Bykov, who failed to obtain the nucleus, did not become a second Stalin. The communists were divided.

Beria did not ascend. The KGB collapsed.

So, Yevgeny’s chance came. So, the Communist Party of Apollo City took action.

It wasn’t all Dawn’s fault. It was a leap. If he hadn’t changed fate, the CIA would have kidnapped the children, and politicians in Moscow and Washington would have been after the elixir.

But at the same time, it couldn’t be denied that he was one of the causes.

Dawn gripped the handle of the Holy Sword of Extermination tightly.

Even though he said he was not a communist, communism would not let him go. Like a swamp that was up to his ankles, like a landmine that had already been stepped on.

The killing intent surged through my veins, but my head grew colder.

‘It’s no longer enough to avoid them. Killing them is no longer enough.’

Before it was too late, it was time to change his methods. Just as he had changed the fate that the scenario had forced upon him.

Yeomyeong, who had swallowed her short resolve, looked down at the poison.

“…So, what’s the plan of the reds in Apollo City?”

“Unfortunately, all I know is that Dzhugashvili’s involvement. As I said before, the CIA and the Communists had no agreement or plan. They just had a common goal of causing something big enough to trigger a new Cold War.”

A common goal? Sensing something strange, Yeomyeong asked coldly.

“You…were the go-between?”

“…I was just conveying information.”

“That’s called a middle ground, you fucking punk-”

Dawn reflexively pulled the gun from her inventory, but didn’t pull the trigger.

He was no saint, and more than anything, he knew what a waste of time it was to fight the perfect Jugashvili in such a state of murder.

Yeomyeong, who had tried to regain her composure, asked for the most important information at this moment.

“… Phew, damn it. What are we going to do with those Jugasivilis? If we leave them alone, they’ll regenerate and run wild again.”

“It’s a trade secret, so I can’t tell you… Put the knife down.”

While the Sword of Extermination was making a sad sound, Dokhwa put his hand on the heads of the fallen Jugashvili and spoke.

“After extracting the necessary amount of flesh, I will insert a needle into your heart.”

“… .”

“If you just put him in a freezer, he won’t wake up on his own unless he survives longer than he is now. That’s the method used in the old Soviet Union when they recycled Dzhugashvili.”

As he said that, Dok-hwa took out a needle from his bosom. Judging by its size, it was closer to a nail than a needle.

Jalgrak- Dokhwa held out a large nail… no, a bundle of iron needles.

“Use it to subdue other Jugashevils. Instead of using a cryotube, you can freeze them with freezing magic.”

Dawn looked down at the needle and asked.

“Do you trust me? What if I don’t listen to your request and just kill you?”

“Anyway, whether I kill or subdue them, the time difference won’t be that big, and with my level of power, this is a good deal. And above all… .”

The trailing off words of Dok-hwa continued speaking only after Yeomyeong accepted the bundle of needles.

“Because you are a good person.”

“… .”

“At least he’s better than Stalin or other communist leaders, right?”

Dawn didn’t answer. He retrieved the iron needle from his inventory, then turned around and leapt out of the hole that Dokhwa had made.

Dokhwa quietly savored the sound of footsteps moving away, then turned his head and stroked the cheek of the woman, Jugashvili, who was almost finished playing.

Dzhugashvili, whose eyes were bloodshot, bit his wrists indiscriminately, but Dokhwa absorbed her life force and said.

“It’s been a while, Natalie. And… sweet dreams.”

Boom! With the sound of a needle being stuck in his heart, Jugashvili’s body went limp.

***

A US military barracks located in the city center, halfway between a fertilizer warehouse and a hotel.

The building, where the guards and night watchmen would normally be standing guard in the quiet of dawn, was filled with unfamiliar gunshots and screams.

-You piece of shit, shoot! Shoot me!!

-Close the entrance!! Don’t let them come in!!

-미친 새끼가, 문 닫으란 명령 누가 내렸어?! 개새끼들아, 닫지 마!! 열어!! 바깥에 있는 사람들을 다 죽일 셈이냐!!

At the entrance to the barracks, where shouts and gunfire continued, terrified civilians and a lone Dzhugashvili chasing them were crowding around.

The Jugashvili that was tracking the citizens seemed to have no reason at all. The guy indiscriminately attacked everything around him.

The driver tore the abandoned truck in half, pulled out a streetlight, and killed a nearby resident.

“Hey, guys! Did you see that? That, that monster ripped off a guy’s entire arm!!”

But even in the midst of all this, there was one person who remained calm. A reporter who held a camera instead of a gun, and filmed the murderous monster instead of running away.

“This is not editing or manipulation, this is a real situation!!”

“Oh my god!! Did you see that?? He survived even after being hit by a rocket head-on!!”

“Is this the Soviet martial arts killing we only saw in comics coming to life? What is this red haze? What on earth is going on in this city?”

Regardless of the reporter’s thorough professional spirit, the distance between the barracks entrance and Dzhugashvili was getting narrower and narrower.

“Uraaaa …

Dzhugashvili, who was clearly speaking Russian, looked like someone’s elaborate nightmare, covered in blood all over his body.

And the moment a girl fell while running away, the American soldiers guarding the entrance to the barracks shared that nightmare.

-no!!!

Jugashvili grabbed the child’s legs and lifted him up as he fell roughly.

The sound of the child crying sounds, no yelling, no, what is doing, the dog, stop, uh, block, mom, please-

The moment when so many noises heralded death.

A strange song pierced through all the noise.

[Stepping over the corpses of his comrades, moving forward.]

[Nakdong River, farewell. We advance.]

No one knew that it was a Korean military song. And no one even thought to find out.

Then someone fell from the sky and caught everyone’s attention.

[After defeating the enemy with blood in his veins]

Phew! The body of the murderous monster that was holding the child was cut in half, and blood spurted out through the gaps in the gap.

The child almost fell to the ground, but someone caught her just in time. And everyone who saw the being who caught the child, all of them, kept their mouths shut.

Above all else, the red sword, red eyes, and the trademark crimson haze.

Everyone knew his name, but no one dared say it out loud, except one person whose job it was to tell the truth.

“Hey, Red Star!! Everyone!! It’s Red Star!! The Red Star has appeared!!!”