There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 785



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EP.785 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (2)

***

Dawn carefully put the child down.

The little boy, who looked like an American, trembled but couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Please, save me.”

Even at an age when she did not know what death was, the child cried out for help. Even when Dawn placed her on the ground and cut off Jugashvili’s limbs once more after she had finished regenerating, she continued to do so.

Dawn gently placed her hand on the child’s shoulder and spoke.

“Don’t stay here. Run away.”

“yes?”

“Hey, do you see where the adults are? Run over there.”

“… .”

The child who had been blankly staring up at the dawn glanced in the direction of the barracks. The surprised people began to gesture for him to come over at the same time, as if they had made a promise.

The child turned his head and looked up at Yeomyeong’s face once more and said.

“Can I really go?”

“Yeah, but don’t fall over like you did before. Okay?”

The child nodded vigorously and started running towards the barracks. Unfortunately, he was unable to keep his promise with Yeomyeong. The child fell to the ground once more after running a little further.

This time, fortunately, other people started to run away with the child. Yeomyeong sighed as she watched the backs of the people running towards her.

Immediately after, Jugashvili, who had finished playing, jumped up and waved his hands.

The blade that held life in it cut through the air sharper than any famous sword. Dawn jumped high and escaped the guy’s range.

The moment Jugashvili chased after Dawn without hesitation, the red blade of the Holy Sword of Extermination flashed.

And a beat later, bang! A shockwave erupted.

The shockwave pushed back the murderous intent that had been surging. While the camera in the barracks far away couldn’t miss this moment, capturing Yeomyeong, Yeomyeong and Jugashvili got into a brawl.

An attack and defense that targets only vital points, with no checks or restraints.

The one who ended the bloody and flesh-splattering battle was, of course, Yeomyeong. The moment Jugashvili’s hand dug into his abdomen, the Holy Sword of Extermination brutally cut off Jugashvili’s head.

[Sleep well, comrade who fell like a flower petal.]

With the sound of the sword of destruction, Jugashvili fell. Yeomyeong looked back while picking up the severed head.

-Everyone! Have you seen it?? The red star!! Saved an American citizen!!!

Unlike the reporter who was screaming, the American soldiers’ guns were pointed straight at him. If he took even one step closer to the barracks, bullets would rain down on him.

Yeomyeong didn’t care. He didn’t fight with Jugashvili to get praise. But he didn’t need to show hostility either, so Yeomyeong smiled slightly at the camera.

It was a rather friendly smile, except that he was holding a severed head and covered in blood.

While those who misunderstood that smile fled in fear, Yeomyeong swallowed a bitter smile. His work here was over. He soon picked up Jugashvili’s body and flew into the sky.

Whirl! He ascended into the sky and reattached the head of Dzhugashvili that he had cut off himself.

It was truly amazing to see the severed parts slowly regenerate and the life force return to the eyes, but that was all. Yeomyeong did as Dokhwa had requested, took the life force from the guy, stuck a needle into his heart, and then rapidly frozen and sealed it.

Leaving the guy on the rooftop not far away, Yeomyeong flew towards the hotel where the children were.

It was 11 minutes after the city had been engulfed in flames. It was still a long time before dawn.

***

A dark alleyway on the outskirts of Apollo City, still uninhabited.

An urgent order was given above the display screen inside an unmarked infantry fighting vehicle.

[Change command.]

[Tell the superhuman army currently in the city.]

[Join the escort force of the Apollo City officers.]

It was an urgent order that any soldier was expected to follow, but none of the six soldiers waiting in front of the display moved.

[Repeat.]

[Join the escort force of the officer corps.]

[I’ll send you the coordinates of the meeting point. Join as soon as you confirm the helicopter.]

Only after the desperate order was repeated once more did one of the six soldiers speak.

-What about Lieutenant General Austin?

-I don’t think you’ll be able to arrive on time.

-Then we’ll have to solve it among ourselves.

The soldier who said that swung his fist and smashed the display screen.

-Oh, there was an accident. I have to write another report.

Then, snickers and empty laughter could be heard from the other soldiers. While the soldier who had smashed the display was also laughing quietly, the soldier at the very back asked.

-When will the hunt start?

The answer came not from a soldier, but from the driver’s seat of an armored vehicle.

[Movement confirmed. Northwest, entering the intersection in 32 seconds.]

Then the man who had first destroyed the display smiled and said,

-They want me to start right now.

Immediately afterwards, the soldier picked up the gun lying next to him. It was a vicious anti-material sniper rifle that civilians were supposed to use from a stand, and it was modified to fire grenades instead of bullets.

A gun designed to shoot tanks rather than people.

Soon the back door of the armored vehicle opened. The man, holding an anti-material grenade sniper rifle with both hands, went out the back door and looked far away to the northwest of Apollo City.

How many seconds had passed like that? Three helicopters were seen passing through the night sky full of life. The man aimed his gun at the helicopters.

Just like that – fire.

Thud – !!!

Although it was a distance that a normal sniper rifle could not reach, the grenade flew straight through the space and accurately hit the helicopter.

The helicopter, which had lost its wings and was engulfed in flames, collided with the helicopter next to it and crashed to the ground.

!!!!

Amid the sound of helicopter explosions, the last helicopter radioed in all directions.

[We’re under attack!! I repeat!! We’re under attack!!! Delta Force, I know what you’re hearing!! Protect us now-]

Thud!

The radio was drowned out by the sound of the last grenade being fired. The helicopter circled desperately, but it was not enough to avoid the grenade flying over the ten-strong martial arts.

!!!!

There was a spectacular explosion in the air, and the last helicopter crashed into the ground. There was no survivor to be found. If there had been any courage to survive there, they would not have joined hands with the communists.

-Anyone who joins hands with a communist is also a communist.

The soldier muttered as he retrieved his anti-material grenade sniper rifle.

While the soldiers in the armored vehicle nodded in agreement, the soldier who had killed the traitorous officers… no, Delta Force, climbed back into the armored vehicle and spoke.

-Okay, let’s start hunting commies.

***

13 minutes after the city was filled with the living. In an alley not far from the Dimensional Gate Customs House.

Siri muttered as she looked at Rashik’s back as he crouched in front of the manhole cover.

“Is this what Rashik said…?”

As Siri muttered while looking at the manhole cover as if it was absurd, Lashik grumbled as if he had expected that.

“I didn’t want to write it because of that kind of reaction.”

“… .”

“Where the hell do you look at adults like that?? Inhuman! You and I, who put a sword named after ourselves in a Japanese-style scabbard, are both idiots!”

“… Are the maggot princess and Siri the same?”

“Butt or maggot.”

“…your butt?”

“Didn’t you know that oshiri means butt in Japanese?”

Of course I knew. I knew it, but… Siri asked with a hopeless mind.

“You didn’t choose me over your older sister or Dilla because of that, did you?”

Rashik stood up, shaking his hands.

“No, is that right?”

“… .”

“Still, it’s a prettier name than Dung Beetle or Seti. Relax your expression.”

Even though Rashik said so, Siri couldn’t relax her expression. The entire floor of the alley she was standing on began to shake.

***

14 minutes after the city was filled with life. In front of the hotel where Morning Owl and the kids were.

Kwaaaaang – !!!

A huge iceberg crashed down on Dzhugashvili’s head. It was a massive impact that not only dented the thick asphalt road, but also caused nearby buildings to collapse.

That took care of one person.

Corvus quickly moved to check on Dzhugashvili, who was lying under the ice and repeating her regeneration. Soon, another Dzhugashvili’s kick landed on the spot where she had been standing.

Jugashvili was crazy, but he wasn’t stupid.

The guy instinctively knew that he needed some distance to use that kind of glacier, and he kept closing the distance between himself and Corvus.

“Urrrrrrrrrrr -!!!”

Corvus was a mercenary, and despite knowing his lack of regenerative powers, he was willing to join in the melee.

Block, stab, hit.

Having experience in combat with Dzhugashvili, she soon crushed Dzhugashvili’s shoulder. However, Dzhugashvili, whose arm was completely blown off, did not back down, but stuck his neck out and bit her arm.

It was a crazy act to expose one’s head to the opponent, but it was a different story if it was a monster that wouldn’t die even if its head was smashed.

Corvus tried to hit Dzhugashvili on the back of the head with her beak, but then remembered that she was human. Instead of her beak, she hit Dzhugashvili on the back of the head with her forehead.

Snap!!

The mana-filled punch shattered Dzhugashvili’s back of the head. As Dzhugashvili, who had been biting her, fell away, Lvov rushed at her.

“What a wonderful feat! But time is on our side!”

Lvov swung his sword and shouted, and it wasn’t just a provocation. It was-

Taang!

– It was a remark made to hide the sound of gunfire coming from far away. Thanks to that, Corvus’s evasion was delayed just a little bit. The bullets flying through space and the sword slashing at his nose.

It was a moment of choice, but Corvus chose neither. She blocked the sword with her hand and erected a wall of ice to block the bullet.

!!!

The air groaned as a bloody shock wave spread. Lvov, his sword blocked by his bare hand, laughed ferociously.

“Defending by freezing your hands…! It wasn’t an empty boast that your skills were on par with those of the top 10!”

Instead of answering, Corvus swung his foot and launched a flurry of punches. Bam!! The sound of his ribs and spine breaking echoed as he was kicked in the side, but Lvov rolled on the floor a few times before getting up unharmed.

“But how long will that great power last? As long as we have this life force, we are invincible.”

As if to prove what the guy said, the Jugashvili that had been stuck in the glacier was seen crawling out from under the glacier.

“Don’t worry though. The people you’ve gathered will be well taken care of by our Federation.”

Corvus answered, thawing his frozen hands.

“Your tongue is really long compared to your skills.”

“These are the virtues necessary for a revolutionary.”

“… .”

No matter what Lvov provoked, Corvus was already nervous enough.

It was because of the bullets flying from nowhere, the combined attacks of Jugashvili who could revive even after having his head shattered, and the lack of time.

Is the hotel still safe? How about the kids?

She licked her lips. She couldn’t waste any more time here. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to show her face to her disciples who had entrusted her with the children.

In the end, Corvus decided to break free of the restrictions he had placed on himself. That is, he decided to reveal his human form. If he had a beak and claws, it would not be difficult to take on the three Dzhugashvili.

There was a risk that the US would find out about Suin’s appearance, but saving the children came first. She clenched her fists and released her inner mana to transform-

– I didn’t. Instead, I raised my head and looked up at the sky.

Flash.

The morning light was visible through the gaps in the sky that covered the air. Corvus smiled brightly and gathered the mana he had gathered into his feet. Lviv glared at him, misunderstanding his appearance.

“Do you think I’ll let you run away?”

“No. This is not an escape.”

Lviv couldn’t ask back what was going on. The next moment, the answer came from above his head.

“It’s a player substitution.”

Flash! A red star fell from the sky.

***

How strong is the red star?

Opinions were divided, not only among the aristocrats but also among the communists.

Of course, the completed Jugashvili itself was a strategic weapon, but that didn’t mean it was a 10-strong weapon.

Is he clearly below the top 10, like Carlos, the last heir of Chile? Or is he just not in the top 10, like the Ayatollah of the Doomsday Cult?

Lviv thought it was the former. The red star he had met in person was too young to have stepped into the realm of the 10th power.

But while age may be a universal criterion, it cannot be an absolute criterion. This was especially true for the achievements of the Count before he turned thirty.

If by any chance Red Star had talents similar to that of the Duke of Chang, it wouldn’t be strange if he were ranked last among the top ten.

So Lvov prepared six unfinished Dzhugashvili.

If you have this much willpower, even a 10-level, fully-fledged Jugashibili wouldn’t be able to confidently win against six people.

That’s what I thought. I thought so… .

!!!!

The moment he stopped the sword that fell from the sky, Levoff realized.

‘… The realm of the 10th lecture!’

He was pushed back, gritting his teeth and straightening his stance. Instead of chasing him and swinging his sword, the ‘real’ Red Star stood next to Corvus.

“Are you okay? S… no, Corvus.”

“I’m fine. How about you?”

“I’m okay, too.”

The two of them briefly checked on each other’s well-being. Watching them, Levov spat out the blood that had flowed back inside him and asked.

“Red Star… How did you get here so quickly?”

“It’s a trade secret.”

“… .”

Of course, it wasn’t really a secret. The next moment, Dawn began sucking the life out of the three Dzhugashvili, including Lvov.

Gooooo – !

While the Jugashvili were startled by the sight of the surrounding life swirling around them, Lvov frowned.

“What is this…? Could it be that you also have true intentions for Jugashvili?”

With sincerity? Yeomyeong frowned but continued to absorb life.

The other two Dzhugashvili were easy. It wouldn’t last long because of the surrounding life, but once they felt powerless, the Dzhugashvili looked at the dawn with eyes filled with fear and other unknown emotions.

But Lviv did not give up his life easily. He resisted the rule of dawn fiercely, as if he were used to such things.

As Dawn’s eyebrows furrowed, Lviv spoke fiercely.

“I see… That’s what happened. Instead of Jugashvili, I should have brought in other guys.”

“… .”

“But it was your fault for coming here despite your life. Or Marx was helping us with our plans… Either way, Red Star. You are a revisionist who distorts communism. I will personally take your life.”

Lviv lifted Shashka, and Dawn also held out the Holy Sword of Annihilation.

“You’re sticking with the man who purged your own grandfather. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“… You seem to know a lot about my lineage. But you don’t know anything about revolution.”

“what?”

“…bloodline is not important in revolution. Only the people, only the people, are important.”

The Holy Sword of Extermination trembled as if it wanted to refute, and at that moment, Corvus, who was next to him, created a huge glacier above his head.

The two Dzhugashvili who had been pushed back spoke at the same time.

[[That’s right, Lvov. But you’re wrong about one thing. The guy is not a revisionist, he’s a reactionary.]]

A voice that was full of life. It was exactly the same as the voice of the fake Lvov that I had talked to in the fertilizer warehouse.

Yeomyeong, who had guessed the guy’s identity, looked straight at the Jugashvili.

“…Evgeny.”

[[You shouldn’t call an adult’s name carelessly. Red Star.]]

“I have no respect for a brat who hides his identity and hides behind a doll.”

When Dawn objected, Lviv shook his head.

“I would believe you if you told me you were a Maoist. Aren’t you ashamed to call yourself a Red Star?”

“… .”

Yeomyeong replied, “The nickname ‘Red Star’ was not mine, it was just a nickname given by a Chicago media outlet. To be honest, I like ‘Red Star’ better than Stalin, who means ‘man of steel.’”

“Stop swearing and come at me.”

[[… .]]

“… .”

“Red.”

A brief silence.

Before the silence could become too long, Yevgeny… Yevgeny, who had been possessed by the Dzhugashvili in some unknown way, burst into laughter.

[[Hahaha – ! Yeah, that’s how a backlash should be!]]

“… .”

[[Pleasure isn’t important when it comes to purging reactionaries, but… I guess I can sleep well today.]]

At that moment, Taang!! A gunshot was heard from far away.

And taking that as a signal, the descendants of Stalin and Trotsky simultaneously rushed towards the red star.

The life spread through the city, and 16 minutes had passed.