There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 792



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EP.792 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (9)

***

People cannot escape the past.

Princess Lashik, born at the Tuskegee Institute, knew that fact well.

Even though she burned down the lab herself, the memories of the torturous human experiments did not disappear, just as her original internal organs did not return.

But instead of being saddened by that fact, Rashik faced the present.

Above the deep pink eyes that had turned into a side effect of the experiment, the road in front of the Apollo City Customs was reflected. A road full of citizens contaminated with red flesh and flesh.

She looked straight at the road and moved her mana in the same position as she was touching the ground.

Three deep breaths, two sh*ts, and one resolve.

‘Let’s go, bugs. Let’s go save the humans who haven’t even said hello.’

As soon as her resolve rang, countless bugs and insects began to move.

Cicadas, stink bugs, silkworms, bees, butterflies, flies, moths flying all over the city, maggots and worms hiding under trash cans and sewers, and even mealworms raised in farms.

Was this the biblical plague? At her will, bugs from all over the city poured onto the streets.

The waves of fluttering, writhing, and squirming insects were nothing short of overwhelming.

It was so great that tens of thousands of citizens were terrified at the same time, and even the Zugashvili, who were struggling to survive, came to their senses.

-Eww!!

-Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name-

-Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!

The first victim was an orc who was stabbing himself with his eyes wide open, and was swept away by a wave of maggots that emerged from the sewers.

Next was a man who didn’t recognize his own child and swung his fist. A swarm of flies, including mosquitoes, covered his face. The man, whose nose and mouth were blocked, fell down after punching the air instead of the child.

After that, the couple who were biting each other, the dwarf who threw McCall, the soldier who was beating up the civilian with an angry face… everyone who was consumed by life was attacked by bugs.

So that no one can create life anymore, so that no one can kill.

-Gyaaaah!!

-Hey, pesticide! No pesticide?!

-Fire! Light the fire- Ugh!

Of course, the citizens who didn’t know the situation screamed in fear. There were often fools who tried to set fire, but Lashk subdued them by moving the bugs carefully.

It was a horrifying sight, like a third-rate horror movie, but the effect was clear. As the screams grew louder, the life in them diminished noticeably.

‘I can stop it.’

Lashk continued to move the bug, convinced herself that she had used too much mana at once. Her insides were twisted, and her eardrums were damaged, but her voice was muffled, and she didn’t care.

Rather, I laughed. Thousands of people, what would that bastard say if he saw this?

Compliment? Or admiration? Whatever it is, at least I won’t use the term pink death from now on-

-Coolook!

At that moment, blood flowed back up her throat and her vision became blurry. As an alchemist, she instinctively understood what had happened.

I used too much force at once.

I tried to control it in my own way, but it was a complete failure. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. It was my first time controlling this many bugs in such a large space.

Let’s stop now, the alchemist in her mind whispered. If she didn’t stop now, she would die, or at best, become crippled.

But Lashik didn’t stop. Instead, she divided the bugs into those who had already become dzhugashvili and those who had not, and pushed them to the side of the road.

Every time, the pain of squeezing my organs hit my body, and my hands that were touching the ground trembled. My ears, which had been dull, seemed to have already broken down, and I could hear nothing but the beeping sound of tinnitus.

Should I stop now? At this point, even that kid will admit that he worked hard. Rashik asked himself, and instead of answering, he bit his tongue.

‘Can you give up after coming this far?’

Now she has become too close to the warrior party to care only about herself. She has seen too many people change their fates by following the warriors, especially girls born in the lab like her, for too long.

Hong Seti, the Saint, Salome – Unlike herself who ran away from the lab and became a drug dealer, she stood up to the world until the end…

… good people.

Yeah, all the warrior parties she’d seen were good guys. Damn good guys who were blinded by revenge but still looked down on their feet and risked their lives for others.

And although he never told anyone, Rashik wanted to be a good person too.

The winding path she had walked could not be changed, but from now on, she wanted to walk on a straight path. In order to be proud of her sister who would one day be resurrected as a homunculus, and to stand side by side with other good people.

Well, even a dung beetle can become a warrior, so it wasn’t hard for a maggot princess to become a good person…

At that moment, blood flowed up his throat once more. Damn it. Lashik moved the maggot while enduring the stinging pain.

Just a little longer, just a little longer. Just until the guy wins.

But ‘just a little’ continued endlessly. After about five minutes, Rashik gave up counting the time. The pain had blurred his sense of time.

Anyway, how long did it take? When the citizens on the road realized that the bugs wouldn’t do anything if they stayed still, the confusion died down.

Thousands of bugs connected to Rashik’s senses simultaneously sent out a warning.

‘danger!’

Raising his head, Rashik saw a single Dzhugashvili falling through the insects.

Not the citizens who are consumed by life, but the real Jugashvili that the communists had prepared from the beginning.

Lashk immediately took out her dagger and tried to counterattack. However, she could not even hold the dagger, let alone get up from her seat. Her overworked muscles were sagging.

What the fuck.

He didn’t even have the strength left to run away. Expecting death, Rashik shut his eyes tightly.

Was this a flash of hope before death? Regrettable thoughts flashed through her mind one after another.

A bank account that hasn’t been used at all, a hard drive that hasn’t been erased, alchemy materials stored away in storage, and a virginity tag that can’t be removed.

‘My poor life. If I had known it would be like this, I would have lived a dissolute life like a saint!’

At that moment, Rashik swallowed a strange thought that seemed to be a will.

Someone landed between her and Dzhugashvili.

***

The moment Lashk stood at the crossroads of life and death, the area around the dimensional gate was literally going crazy.

-We train people to kill people by dropping bombs, and then you make a fuss over some obscene graffiti on an airplane!

-I saw horror! But no one has the right to call me a murderer! We have the right to kill, but we have no right to judge!

-You must become friends with fear! Moral fear is our friend! But if you can’t be our friend…? It will become your worst enemy!

This was because some of the soldiers guarding the customs office were taken over by the enemy.

Was it because of their job as soldiers? The soldiers, obsessed with survival, all uttered crazy words and indiscriminately attacked those around them.

Guys who pull out guns, knives, and even throw grenades.

However, the damage did not spread too far. This was thanks to the superhuman Siri who came and warned of the danger before the Salvation engulfed the customs office.

“If you feel anything even slightly strange, disarm yourself and tie up your arms and legs!”

“Check on the people close to you, even if there are no problems!”

“If anyone has red eyes, don’t hesitate and subdue them!”

Siri, with her voice filled with mana, ran around the customs office, shouting. She also helped subdue the rampaging soldiers.

From one to ten, it was something that outsiders were not supposed to do, but no soldier pointed that out.

In the distance, a huge mass of flesh shakes the ground, and right next to you, your colleague is going crazy.

In this situation, there was no soldier here who was stupid enough to refuse a superhuman who was guarding the dimensional gate with all his might. Even if there were, they were already consumed by their own survival.

Anyway, the soldiers at customs tacitly assisted Siri’s actions. There were even soldiers who supported her in return.

How long did it take? As expected, the US military is the US military, and the situation inside the customs office was quickly resolved. There were many casualties, but no deaths.

Considering that the unexpected surprise attack had annihilated the entire officer corps, it was a near-perfect response. Siri and the soldiers sighed in relief after confirming that the situation had stabilized.

!!!!

At that moment, a shock wave surged from across the city. A shock wave so powerful that the surrounding area was filled with a ripple of murderous intent.

Everyone in customs turned their heads in the direction the shockwave had come from. And they saw. A bright light like a comet splitting the sky, passing over the mass of life.

Some were amazed, some prayed, and some trembled in fear. But no matter what their reaction, the question that came to everyone’s mind was the same.

What the hell is going on right now?

No one could answer that question. Who would have expected that in Apollo City, of all places, the warrior would purge Trotsky’s descendants?

Even Siri, who knew that Yeomyeong was a warrior recognized by Stalin, just stared blankly at the Hyeseong Sword.

But one man, a communist hiding among the citizens, was different. He cared neither for Lvov nor for Dawn.

Standing in line at the customs office before the revolution began, he had only one goal: to throw 7MZh3, aka ‘Stalin’s Pine Cone’, into the dimensional gate.

Click-

The communist, who was not a superman, pulled out the pin instead of blowing mana into the pine cone. The magic circle inside the pine cone, which had been modified so that even ordinary people could use it, was activated, and the pine cone left the man’s hand.

It was inevitable that Siri would notice the flying pine cone. Having frequently used the illusion of blood and tears, she was familiar with the Communist Party’s unique way of using mana, and had even seen Stalin’s pine cone up close.

‘ah.’

But her subsequent actions were entirely accidental. She gripped the hilt of her sword almost instinctively.

The option of using her specialty, fire magic, or even shouting didn’t even occur to her. No matter what she did, it would be too late. She just filled her sword and scabbard with mana, thinking only of stopping that pine cone.

The mana injected into the scabbard creates a rail, and the sword wrapped in sword energy lands on the rail.

And- Baldo.

The moment the sword named after her and her grandmother’s martial arts combined and left the scabbard, the mechanical device at the end of the scabbard gave it one last boost of acceleration.

Thud-!

At the same time as the sound of a shotgun being fired, a sword energy with superimposed acceleration cut through the air. It was a strike so fast that only a few of the American soldiers standing nearby noticed it.

In the blink of an eye, the black energy flew away and collided with the pine cone in midair.

!

Crunch! The center of the pine cone was crushed. It was a blow that was more like a blow to the head than a cut, and the result was not much different.

The pine cone, with its magic circle and magic stone inside damaged, did not explode, but instead lost its power and fell to the ground.

“What?”

When the communist turned his head belatedly, Siri, who had retrieved the sword, was performing a slash on his chest. The communist, who had been kicked in the chest at almost flying speed, fell to the ground without even having time to take out another pine cone.

“Hey, wait a minute! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding- kekekeke!”

No matter how much he tried to make excuses, Siri didn’t hesitate to smack him in the jaw. She didn’t have any mercy for any other communist who wasn’t her brother-in-law.

Anyway, the head of the communist who was knocked unconscious from the blow drooped.

Only then did Siri realize, oh no, she had made a mistake. Was she hitting him so hard that his jaw broke? No, because the US soldiers would have mistaken her for suddenly attacking a civilian.

Siri looked up to explain the situation, but for some reason, none of the American soldiers were looking at her.

They all opened their eyes wide and looked behind her, at the dimensional gate.

What is it? Siri turned her head to follow the American soldiers. And now, she had the same expression as the American soldiers as she saw the giant water dragon that was just coming through the dimensional gate.

There was no choice.

thud!

On top of the dragon’s fin that had crossed the dimensional gate with a loud footstep, stood her third older sister Nettie and… the top 10 American soldiers in military uniforms.

“Reinforcements are here!”

As his sister lightly announced her arrival, Browning jumped down from the top of the water dragon. Stepping into Apollo City, he raised his finger without saying a word and ‘aimed’ at the mass of murder visible across the city.

There were no additional gestures or body language, but everyone in the customs office could tell that Browning had used Jin’s martial arts.

Far away, three missiles suddenly appeared in the sky and struck the living mass.

!!!

Whether there was a flash of light or a loud noise, Browning put his hand down and said:

“There is no need to report. I will go straight to the front line, and the remaining troops will defend the dimensional gate. Understood?”

No further explanation was needed. As the American soldiers instinctively saluted, Browning, who had gathered mana in his legs, leapt over the customs fence.

***

what?

Rashik, who had been waiting for death, opened his eyes slightly. This was because no matter how long he waited, no fist flew.

Judging from the signals the bugs send, it doesn’t seem like time slows down in extreme situations, right??

Rashik opened his eyes with doubt and was startled.

What was waiting for her was the figure of a warrior who had frozen and subdued the rushing Jugashvili.

While Rashik was blankly staring at Yeomyeong, Yeomyeong turned her head and smiled.

Lashik, whose hearing was impaired, could not immediately understand what was being said. However, when Yeomyeong spoke again, he could roughly guess what was being said by the shape of her lips.

are you okay?

“Other than the fact that it seems like it’ll fall apart right away, it’s okay.”

Then Yeomyeong raised three fingers and asked.

How do my hands look?

“Your index finger is pretty, your middle finger is like shit. And your thumb… you have some really cool calluses on it. Are those calluses from holding a broom? Man, I’m totally in love with them.”

Okay, it’s okay to be a joke.

“… .”

Okay, let’s just make a joke about it.

“Old? You’re telling me I’m old right now-”

At that moment, Rashik’s body lost its balance and fell backwards. Yeomyeong urgently grabbed her body and said.

I’ve done too much. Please rest a bit.

“I’ll rest even if you don’t say anything… But over there, do you see that road? I’m done with what I had to do?”

As Rashik pointed to the bug-infested road, Dawn looked back and forth between the road and her as she answered.

Yes. Well done.

“Okay, I know.”

As she smiled proudly and gave the order for the bugs to stay for a few more minutes and then disperse, Dawn carefully laid her down on the floor. Lashik asked, trying to hold on to his clouded mind.

“Hey, does this make me a little bit of a better person?”

yes.

The answer was immediate. Rashik asked, covering his hand with his own.

“To what extent? Please answer with an easy-to-understand analogy.”

Hmm… not quite up to the standard of a saint?

“Hey, dude, that’s a curse word… .”

Even though he said that, a long smile appeared on Rashik’s face.

It was a very satisfying smile, but… unfortunately, the smile didn’t last long. It was because of the dragon’s voice that interrupted at the end.

[No! Give me the price of my scales before I die!]

***

Dawn, who had laid the unconscious Rashik on the floor, turned her head and looked at the people approaching from the direction of the customs office.

Siri and Nettie, Orsay Ranal transformed into a sire, and… Browning.

Browning? An unexpected reinforcement. Before the slightly surprised Dawn could ask what was going on, Netty came over and whispered in his ear.

“Brother-in-law, don’t be surprised. I brought them all here according to the saint’s prophecy.”

“Precognition? What precognition?”

“Well, the first prediction was that Browning would be stranded somewhere in the Pacific. The CIA and the US Navy were plotting something, but even the saintess seemed to have no idea.”

“… .”

“So we set out a few days ago with Ranal and picked him up from the sea.”

No matter what, you brought it back… Whether Yeomyeong swallowed her shock or not, Neti continued talking.

“And the second prediction is that the other sisters shouldn’t leave right now… So I’m the only one who came for now. They’ll all join us as soon as the work in Korea is over.”

“And the youngest?”

“The youngest one was excluded by the saint herself because she said he would go crazy if exposed to the elements.”

“The saint herself? No way… did she shoot?”

Netty shook her head. That was fortunate. Just as Yeomyeong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Netty added softly.

“Well, I did use a camel clutch though.”

“Camel… what?”

“You can see it for yourself later.”

That was all she said. Browning, who was standing behind her, coughed. As soon as Nettie stepped back, Browning asked.

“What is the current situation?”

Dawn explained the situation concisely, just enough to warrant battle.

Communist rants, contagious murder and Dzhugashvili, Yevgeny and artificial relics, and even the near-immortal Lviv.

At the end of his brief explanation, Browning muttered as he looked out at the dawn.

“A lightning rod exclusively for communists… .”

What? As Dawn became serious, Browning cleared his throat and changed the subject.

“I understand the situation. Do you have a plan?”

Dawn didn’t answer right away, but took a moment to collect her thoughts. The method of killing a monster with infinite regenerative power was quite complicated.

And after a while, Yeomyeong spread her palms and said.

“First, we must stop the spread of the spirit. At the very least, we must gather the artificial relics and the Jugashvili in one place to have a chance of winning.”

“So while you’re collecting artifacts, I’ll deal with those… Trotsky bloodlines?”

“It’s not enough to just confront them. You have to hold them in one place and make them focus on playing.”

Then Browning glanced at the size of the mass of flesh surrounding Lvov and answered.

“Assuming the guy doesn’t run away, I can probably keep him from breathing for about 30 minutes.”

“As long as you don’t run away… can you guarantee that?”

“I can guarantee it. You can tell just by looking at the missile that was fired a moment ago.”

“then….”

The trailing edge of his voice trailed off as he reached out and pointed toward the center of Apollo City.

“There’s a plausible trap over there. I’ll take Lviv there.”

“pitfall?”

“There’s an old air force base buried under the city. If you drop it there, it won’t be able to get out with its size.”

That’s a military secret? Browning looked up and down at Dawn with a new look. But he didn’t bother to ask. Isn’t he the son-in-law of the Blue Rat, the information guild? It wasn’t strange for him to know this much secret information.

Well, anyway, Browning asked again.

“After moving the relics, do you plan to collect the artificial relics? Or do you plan to move them after collecting the artificial relics?”

“We will do it at the same time.”

“…at the same time?”

Instead of explaining, Dawn stabbed herself in the arm with her blade. Ranal, who was standing next to her, was startled, but instead of blood, wind mixed with mana flowed out from the stabbed spot.

Browning, who found out what it was, let out a hollow laugh.

“… It was a clone.”

“Yes, the main body is still dealing with Lviv.”

As if to prove his words, a heavy roar was heard from the direction of the mass of life. Browning said, checking the main body of the dawn and the crows that were dimly visible through the mist.

“Next, how do you plan to gather the Jagashvili in one place?”

“It’s not difficult. If I recover more artifacts here, Yevgeny will definitely send Dzhugashvili to retrieve the artifacts.”

“So you’re saying that all the remaining Jugashvili are coming. Then who will be the opponent of those Jugashvili?”

Yeomyeong turned away from Ranal and looked at her sisters-in-law one by one as she spoke.

“There’s Delta Force… with my colleagues downtown.”

“… Delta Force? Those guys will never listen to you… Ah.”

Browning realized belatedly what he meant.

“You want me to persuade you.”

“Yes. You are my direct supervisor.”

As Dawn said, both Browning and Delta Force were members of the US military’s superhuman army. However, Browning muttered with a somewhat uneasi look on his face.

“Okay, give them orders. But… I’ll give you one piece of advice. Never, ever trust those guys.”

“…?”

“Special forces like the Research Observation Group and Delta Force receive orders from higher-ups than me. So, I think of them as friends who wouldn’t be surprised if they betrayed me at any time. Do you understand?”

As a non-scientist, I couldn’t understand it, but if Browning is like that, then it must be so. Yeomyeong nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Browning pulled out a large machine gun from subspace and said:

“Oh, and get rid of that bug as soon as possible. There was an assassin the Intelligence Agency was tracking who wielded the same power. If you leave it alone, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”

“… .”

That assassin is right. Dawn, who had been trying to swallow her answer, thought it was fortunate that Lashk had passed out.

***

At the same time, the downtown area of ​​Apollo City is covered with life.

Dokhwa, who had been hammering nails into the hearts of the Jugashbilis one by one, frowned at the sight of the missile’s flame.

Anti-tank missiles from Asha. Is that Lieutenant General Austin?

It was just bad luck for him and for Yeomyeong to come to the top 10, which was connected to the military.

Well, he thought as he saddled the jugashvillies into the coffins connected by chains.

‘Should I back off like this?’

I feel sorry for Yeomyeong, but I have already saved everyone who needed to be saved. Since there were no five communists gathered together, it was best to just retreat without having to run into Browning.

There was no need to worry. Dokhwa, who had decided to leave the city, lifted the lid of the last coffin.

But at that moment, the black man lying in the coffin opened his eyes wide.

Even Dokhwa, who was holding the coffin lid, and Jugashvili, who had opened his eyes, looked at each other with surprised expressions.

A brief silence.

As a heavy silence mixed with life filled the space between the two, Dzhugashvili, lying in the coffin, spoke first.

“Huck.”

“… Jacob.”

“You look better than usual. Is something good happening?”

It was a voice so calm that it was hard to believe it was coming from someone with a spike in their chest. Dokhwa answered as he unconsciously lowered the coffin lid.

“What a good thing, it’s the same as usual.”

“You’ve always been like that. You’re just like an American spy, boring… But I’ll forgive you today. It’s the day we can finally die.”

“…what?”

Whether the poison was surprising or not, the black man called Jacob spoke with a calm expression.

“He whispered to me, ‘Today is the inauguration of a new secretary.’”

“… .”

“Would you like to go together?”

While Dokhwa was unable to respond, the sound of something exploding was heard from the direction where Rivov was.

It was a loud and violent sound, like the sound of firecrackers announcing a festival.