There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 790



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EP.790 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (7) (Revised)

***

The tsunami is coming.

That was Rashik’s first impression as he watched the red haze rushing between the buildings.

And Rashik wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Like everyone who encountered a tsunami, everyone who ran to customs panicked.

-Don’t push!

-Fuck, get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Shock and confusion filled the street in front of the customs office. The soldiers blocking the entrance to the customs office stopped the inspection and started letting people in, but it was no use.

Because the thick fog covered the customs much faster.

Phew-!

At that moment, Rashik unconsciously covered his nose and mouth. The azalea that had rushed in felt similar to poison gas.

An unpleasant sensation of something invisible poking your eyes and nose, or skimming your skin.

Is this poison gas made to kill? Is he planning to kill all the people of this city, just like Stalin killed the dwarves of Gubongsan?

Fortunately, her prediction was wrong.

And unfortunately, Ajirangi did something even more terrible than she expected.

-Eww!!!

It all started with a certain Orc. He was kicked out of the customs office entrance because he was of a different race and was standing on the other side of the road when he suddenly screamed and started banging his head against a streetlight.

Bang! Bang! His eyes, as red as discrimination, were as red as his head as he banged it hard enough to dent the iron streetlight.

-Stop! Orc over there! Stop right now! What are you doing!

The surprised customs officer aimed his gun at the orc, but he did not stop himself from harming himself. He hit his own cheek while banging his head against a lamppost, and let out a pitiful yet creepy scream.

-Ahhhhhh!!

The soldier, unable to bear it any longer, put his finger on the trigger, but the gun did not fire. The next moment, similar screams were heard from all directions.

Ah, ah, ah – !

A child holding the hand of his family, a man who ran away abandoning his truck, his entire fortune, a dwarf holding a basket of bread, a laborer smoking a cigarette out of worry about his daily wage.

At the same time, he started screaming and harming himself.

A harmony mixed with the smell of blood, a murderous spirit rising with pain.

Only then did Rashik understand what the killing intent that had surged through him was doing.

The type of living matter is absorbed into the body through the respiratory tract and mucous membranes, passes through the blood vessels, and accumulates in the brain.

That is, an abnormally large amount of living things have contaminated the brain. This is…

“… spontaneously occurring stock prices?”

It didn’t matter whether or not a common citizen without mana could become a Jugashvili. The principle was the same.

“What the hell.”

Lashik moved her mana while spitting out curses. Her internal organs, unlike those of ordinary people, writhed, while the citizens consumed by life rushed toward each other.

-asleep!!!

The two citizens swung their fists and feet at each other. Their awkward gestures were those of ordinary people who did not know martial arts, but their murderous intent to kill the other was no different from that of a murderer.

Living by violence begets another life, and the abyss will grow darker and darker.

“Fucked. After assessing the situation, Rashik immediately jumped down from the wall and shouted.

“Siri! Come on!”

Siri, who had been blankly watching the citizens running wild, flinched and came to her senses. Lashik shouted as he met her yellow eyes.

“I’ll stop this place, so you go to the customs office right now! Whether you cut off their heads or burn them, I don’t care, go and stop the runaway American soldiers!!”

If the superhumans and those with weapons run wild, we’ll all die. Lashk didn’t say anything back, but Siri, who understood what she was saying, jumped straight towards the customs office.

After confirming that she was moving away, Lashk took out a potion marked with an X from his pocket. It was a potion that he had sworn he would never drink, but had kept nonetheless.

“Fuck, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have followed you.”

There was a grumble, but no hesitation. Lashk drank the potion straight away. Behind the refreshing strawberry scent, the nauseating taste of the monster ran down her throat.

Immediately afterwards, her sleeping internal organs woke up. They were the internal organs of an experimental subject created by the United States.

“I never thought this would save Americans….”

Feeling the irony of history, Rashik placed both hands on the ground.

‘Come out. Come out, every single one of you, and block them all!’

Immediately after the princess gave the order, the people who were hiding under manhole covers, trash cans, and other dirty darkness that people didn’t pay attention to answered the call.

And some of the citizens who faced her people screamed even louder than when they met Dzhugashvili.

***

Morning Owl felt good.

I don’t know if it’s because of my long experience as a hero, but at least my bad feelings have never been wrong.

And at that moment, his senses fired their alarms at the sight of the huge mass outside the window and the azaleas rushing in from it.

You must not touch there, Morning Owl shouted to the waiting orcs.

“Seal the cracks in the door and the vents right now! Tape it up or something, it doesn’t matter, just block that damn thing from coming in!”

The orcs of the clan didn’t ask why. The murderous intent that was rushing toward the hotel was obviously not normal to anyone.

While the orcs were quickly sealing the hotel VIP room, Morning Owl called the hotel lobby and asked for the same thing. But the answer he got was the worst.

[There are too many people evacuating to the hotel, so we can’t close the door!]

Morning Owl understood what was happening. People who had fled from the communist rampage earlier had flocked here.

Why did you come to this hotel, of all places, and not to customs or outside the city? It was obvious.

Firstly, seeing the block of ice blocking the main entrance made me think that a great wizard was staying at this hotel, and secondly, the name of the hero who was actually staying at the hotel, Morning Owl, was worth it.

“Then, first, tell the staff to close the windows. And tell the guests to close their windows too!”

[Yes, yes! I will convey that for now!]

After finishing the call with the staff, Morning Owl wiped his forehead.

Should I go down to the hotel lobby right now? What should I do when I get there? Should I somehow use magic to push the azalea away?

As Morning Owl’s worries deepened, a child approached him and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Was he scared? Morning Owl turned his head to comfort the child. However, there was no fear in the child’s eyes when he looked down. Instead, he comforted Morning Owl.

“Don’t be scared, sir.”

“… .”

“The crow is going to win.”

Hearing those words, Morning Owl looked at the other children again. Unlike the anxious Orc and himself, the children were calm. There were small signs of anxiety, but no children were crying or cowering.

Morning Owl said nothing. In his opinion, Corvus had most likely already been defeated by the Communists.

The sound of gunshots coming from below the hotel was proof of this.

Doo doo doo doo – !!

The sound of communists shooting at the hotel.

Morning Owl prepared to go down immediately. It may not be able to give children the same confidence as Suin, but at least it could reduce the damage to the civilians who had gathered at the hotel.

‘I’ll die like a hero.’

The moment when Morning Owl brings back his long-held determination.

The gunshots coming from below the hotel stopped.

What the heck? Could it be that they have already massacred all the staff in the lobby? Morning Owl grabbed the doorknob in a hurry and left the room.

… tried to come out.

But before he could take even a few steps, a freezing sound was heard. There was no need to ask what it was.

Because the children who had rushed to the window told me the correct answer.

“Crow!!”

As Morning Owl followed the children down, he saw a large ice curtain covering the hotel entrance and the main entrance. It was large enough to hold all the refugees who had gathered at the entrance.

Of course, the children were looking at something other than the curtain.

“Over there, over there!”

A crow flying away with what appear to be American soldiers and communists hanging from it.

The direction she was flying was not towards the hotel, but towards the giant red mass that had risen a moment ago. Morning Owl watched the back of the crow heading to the battlefield, and then spoke to the orcs.

“… I’ll go down and push the azaleas away. Take care of the children.”

***

As she flew towards the giant mass of life, Dawn saw.

I saw a good dwarf who had been sheltering people in his shop being bitten by people.

I saw a son who was obsessed with life rushing at his father, and the father swinging his fist at his son.

I saw a person harming himself because he had no one to attack, a mother hugging her child who was attacking her, and a civilian who threw away the gun he was holding and tied his own arms before going on a rampage.

I saw the absurd tragedy and cruel madness that covered the city… that is, communism.

Yes, this was communism. Even if the ideas re-created by Marx were different from this, even if Lenin had not made a revolution for this, this was the reality that communism had created.

A world ruled by runaway ideology, destiny, and – the prey prepared for the protagonist.

Dawn clenched his fist. He didn’t sympathize with the communists, but he didn’t hate them either. But this sight…was disgusting.

Fighting back the nausea that was rising, Dawn stopped in front of the giant mass of flesh. Inside the mass, Lviv smiled at him.

[Have you come to surrender? Red Star?]

“No. I came to end your madness.”

[That’s crazy. You’re talking as if you understand what we did.]

Yeomyeong said while raising the Holy Sword of Extermination.

“They must have used the sacredness of life to contaminate the citizens of the city. The artificial relics must have been preparations for that.”

[… .]

“It’s fortunate that he didn’t whine about becoming the God of Life. Did he learn anything from seeing Beria, who died while aiming for the God of Blood?”

Perhaps he had hit the nail on the head, as a crack appeared on Levov’s face.

[I know the sacredness of life… After all, is this a naturally occurring stock market?]

He smiled bitterly and said as he looked down at the city swallowed up by life.

[But whatever you know, it’s too late. Our plan has already succeeded.]

“… .”

[This city will fall. And just like when Pearl Harbor was attacked, America will invest enormous resources in its military. The Cold War will begin again.]

“Are you confident that you can beat America?”

[Of course. The power to turn an entire city into a blizzard… Can you imagine the look on Americans’ faces when they find out they have this power?]

“… I can imagine what kind of expression the people of Moscow will have.”

[Yes, that’s it. The US will prepare nuclear weapons, but the scum of Moscow who dared to abandon the Union will submit to us! We will get hundreds of Dzhugashvili today.]

Hundreds of Jugashvili? Yeomyeong frowned as she read the hidden meaning in those words.

“In a city of over a million people… you want to kill people until only a few hundred remain?”

[Yes, if you kill about ten thousand people, even an ordinary person who doesn’t know mana will become a proper Jugashvili.]

“… .”

Instead of admiring the crazy scale, Yeomyeong clenched her teeth.

“What on earth were you thinking… to be able to do such a crazy thing so calmly? What on earth is wrong with you guys?”

Lviv answered calmly.

[Everything is to save the workers.]

“…what?”

[This era is wrong. The workers are groaning, and the capitalists do not try to understand the suffering of others. Capitalism is wrong. They are running wild because we, who are on the other side, have collapsed ourselves.]

“… .”

[To correct all those mistakes, the Soviet Union must rise again. The Cold War must begin again.]

“You crazy bastard,” Yeomyeong asked, clutching the Holy Sword of Extinction tightly as it trembled with rage.

“What if they do not seek salvation?”

[Hmm?]

“The so-called revolutionaries… that’s always the problem. They think that everyone in this world wants the salvation they provide.”

[… .]

“But people never begged you for salvation. If you want to fight a war, fight it among yourselves.”

Then, Lvov looked at Dawn with crumpled eyes as if he was sorry.

[I’m surprised… Red Star, I never thought you’d say such idealistic things.]

“…what?”

[Do you know H.G. Wells, the author of The War of the Worlds? He called World War I the war to end all wars. He was so naive. Just like you are now.]

“… .”

[There was no war to end all wars. World War II, in which tens of millions died, was World War II, and the Cold War was the Cold War. Do you understand? Everything in this world is a struggle. For a better future, people have no choice but to shed blood! And you will refuse salvation? There is no place in the world for neutrality, and even less for the timid who settle in a good place only when they want to!]

Lvov, who had been spouting out nonsense, declared with cold eyes.

[Fight us and die, or join us. In a world divided in two, those are the only choices left.]

Likewise, Yeomyeong also answered with cold eyes.

“No, there’s another option you didn’t mention.”

[… .]

“To fight you and kill you.”

Levoff couldn’t laugh. The next moment, Yeomyeong, who was holding the Holy Sword of Annihilation with both hands, swung the sword horizontally.