There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 796



Only Noblemtl

EP.796 Красная звезда (2)

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“Yes, I plan to become secretary.”

In front of the calm declaration, Lvov asked blankly as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.

[How dare you… What do you think you can become?]

“The head of the world communist party, the head of the party’s central committee, the power of the federation.”

Blunt and precise words. Lying in the living room, Lvov jumped up and shouted.

[Ha! Do you think the party members will allow you that position? You have no qualifications!]

“That’s right. I have no qualifications. But isn’t that the same for revolutionaries of previous eras?”

[…what?]

“Was Lenin a worker? No, he was a bourgeois born into a wealthy civil servant family. Was Stalin a righteous man? He was a criminal who committed robbery in the name of revolution. What about Trotsky? He was the one who created the Red Army, stained with forced conscription, requisition, and summary executions.”

[… .]

“Tell me, Lvov. What qualifications did the revolutionaries have to lead the revolution? What qualifications did the Soviet Union have to claim to be the heart of the revolution?”

[You! Don’t let your dirty mouth run wild! We, the Federation, had a cause to rise up for the oppressed workers! A just cause that could transcend bloodlines and sins!]

Lviv clenched his fists and spoke eloquently.

[Do you have such a cause? Are you prepared to shoulder such a cause? Do you, who has merely scraped together a few relics of the Soviet Union, have the cause to revive the Federation?]

Dawn didn’t answer right away. He stood in the sky for a moment and then spoke.

“does not exist.”

[what?]

Levov’s face distorted. Dawn spoke in an honest voice.

“No matter how much I think about it, I don’t have any grand cause. After all, my essence is just a janitor with a lot of miscellaneous knowledge. But… .”

The twilight with its clouded tail turned its head and looked at the horizon. The cold air of dawn, piercing through the darkness, swept over his face.

“…there is only one thing that is the same as them.”

[… .]

“Being angry at injustice.”

The revolutionaries were angry at the empire that massacred the peasants, angry at the capitalists who discarded the workers like trash, and angry at the era that had caused all that tragedy.

And now, Dawn was as angry as they were. At the Reds who were not satisfied with the corpse of the Federation, at the United States who dreamed of a new cold war because of mere disarmament, and at this era that fate had created.

Why, asked Lvov, unconsciously recalling the adage, “Revolutionaries are fools who are angry at the world.”

[… What kind of world will that anger change?]

“A better world than one that uses children as fertilizer.”

Lvov laughed out loud. As he listened and felt, it was a cause. A cause that was as rough as an unpolished stone, and at the same time as primitive as the first cause.

Immediately afterwards, a part of Lvov’s chest felt hot. It was a heat similar to the thrill he felt when he realized that he had become a spontaneous Dzhugashvili.

If I hadn’t met him like this, if I had met him at a different time, in a different place… As he continued to think about it, through Levoff’s eyes, he saw the dawn dyeing the holy sword black.

He felt a certain majesty from the red star.

The dignity that was created by honing one’s natural talent, the dignity of one who has destroyed and trampled on something. And – the dignity of one who has protected something.

Lviv watched in a daze as Jin’s martial arts sucked life out of him again. Time, which had stopped, moved again as the surging life force swept through him, and the revolution he had started ended-

I haven’t seen it.

Before that, Yevgeny’s scream pierced his ears.

[What are you doing! Lviv!! Kill that reactionary right now!!!]

***

Yevgeny’s voice was different than usual, but it was enough to wake Lvov up.

He was moved to death by the fact that he had been quietly watching the victory of the Red Star.

Immediately afterwards, a giant hand rose from the mass of flesh surrounding Lvov. The hand, which was as large as a building, struck Dawn’s body without any hindrance.

!!!

It was a powerful attack that shook the surrounding life energy, but Yeomyeong’s body was not pushed back even a single step. Instead, Yeomyeong’s sword scattered the fist in return, and even absorbed the life energy that had formed the hand.

But Yevgeny did not stop and continued to urge him.

[Keep hitting him! Make him unable to absorb any more life!]

Lviv did so, waving his hands repeatedly, disturbing the dawn again and again.

But every time, his life force was absorbed in vain. Seeing his life force visibly diminishing, Lvov was struck by doubt.

What does this mean other than to stop time from absorbing the other life forms? Does it have something to do with the sudden stop in time? What is Yevgeny doing?

The answer to that question lay in the darkness to the west of the city, where dawn had not yet arrived.

Gooooo – !! A cloud of murderous intent rising to an enormous size.

Had he already killed the Dawn clone? Yevgeny’s voice flowed from the puffed-up clouds surrounding the ten Dzhugashvili and many more artificial relics.

[Red Star! What are you going to be? Hahahaha!! Your dreams are wild! But look at this! Aesong, look at this frozen world! Do you know what this means?]

Immediately after that confident voice, Pfft!!! The cloud of murderous intent exploded.

[He wants my victory!!]

***

At the same time, Dokhwa was blinking blankly.

He couldn’t understand the situation.

Why did time suddenly stop, and why were he and the others able to move in that time?

What I found most incomprehensible was the way the Jugashvili he had sealed rose from their seats without a care in the world.

Ignoring the spike in their hearts and the cryogenic tubes that froze their bodies, they got up from their seats and began walking in the direction of the red star.

Some people who knew him even approached him in a friendly manner.

“It’s been a while, Hulk. Is this your first time since intensive training?”

“Did you hear his voice too?”

“I feel sorry for you.”

The voices of his old comrades, those who had been branded as failures, were as eerie as rusty knives. Dokhwa was unable to say anything, like someone who had been stabbed by a knife.

He simply followed the Dzhugashvili who had quietly awakened. Fortunately or unfortunately, the Dzhugashvili’s destination was not far away.

Where Yevgeny’s Dzhugashvili breathe life into you, and the Red Star silently holds off Lviv’s attacks.

Right there, where a huge crater had been dug leading to the US Air Force base, the Dzhugashvili lined up as if they had made a pact.

[The Federation will win!! We!! The red revolution will cover the world!!!]

As Yevgeny continued his maddening screams, Dokhwa approached the other Dzhugashvili and asked.

“What the hell is going on?”

The one who answered his question was the black man, Dzhugashvili, who had woken up first.

“I told you before, Hulk, this is an appointment ceremony.”

“The appointment ceremony for the new secretary… .”

Dokhwa looked at Red Star and Yevgeny, recalling what he had heard a moment ago. He gave up trying to understand the situation and just asked whatever came to mind.

“Yakov, tell me more. Is one of those two going to be the secretary? Is this all a fight over the secretary position?”

Then the black Dzhugashvili, called Jacob, laughed.

“Huck, my friend. Don’t ask me such strange questions. Do you think Yevgeny is qualified?”

“… .”

“It’s always a new person who opens a new era, isn’t it?”

Red Star… A thousand people as secretaries? Instead of questioning whether that was possible, Dokhwa looked straight at the fight between Yevgeny and Yeomyeong.

I don’t know if I should say this, but Yevgeny, who was emitting life energy from more than ten holy relics, seemed closer to the secretary than the thousand or so people who were desperately trying to block Lvov’s attacks.

But Dokhwa, who remembered that thousands of people always won in abnormal situations, brought up another question.

“What are your roles in this appointment ceremony?”

“It is a sacrifice.”

“… A sacrifice?”

Jacob smiled broadly and looked at Dokhwa face to face.

“A sacrifice for the new Secretary, the new God… Oh, don’t make that face. Hulk, we’re all failures anyway. If we can be of use to the Federation until the end, that’s appreciated.”

Dokhwa swallowed the words that the Federation had already disappeared. To those who had already prepared themselves for death, such words were meaningless. But…

“…What happens if the new secretary refuses the offering?”

“We don’t know that much either.”

“Didn’t he tell you that?”

Jacob nodded.

“It’s a given. Our lives will be decided by the new Secretary General… Ah, I’m sorry, but this is where we should end the conversation. Huck.”

“what?”

“It has begun.”

There was no need to ask what had started it, because at that moment, the red star began to suck the life out of Yevgeny.