There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 801



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EP.801 Красная звезда (7)

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The second change?

After the nuclear weapons, the next one is the Count. Dawn said as she stood in front of Corvus, who was frowning arrogantly.

“If you are a changeling count… it was not my wish, but the Emperor of the Empire forced me to make the appointment.”

“I’m not talking about titles. Just like the Count who survived the atomic flames, if you survive being hit by a nuclear weapon… .”

Before he could finish his words, Corvus suddenly lost his temper!

“This author is the real deal! Today, I will personally turn the top 10 into a top 9!!”

As Dawn, who had stepped forward, tried to stop her, Browning made an excuse that wasn’t an excuse.

The Davy Crockett is an infantry nuclear bomb, much weaker than the Little Boy bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima. It has a blast radius of about 300 meters and an actual killing range of about 500 meters, so it’s okay. If you use the martial arts of the Count’s family, there’s no problem…

Corvus shouted as he listened to the ridiculous excuses.

“You’re going to be a loser!!!”

“… Just because you’re exposed to radiation doesn’t mean you have to become a eunuch-”

“Shut up! How many women are under our disciple’s care!! I guarantee you, if the saint were here, she would shoot you in the head!!”

Dawn did not deny it. To be honest, it wouldn’t have been strange for a saint to do worse.

But regardless, Dawn was surprised. She was surprised that Browning knew that she had learned the martial arts of the Count’s family, and she was surprised again by what he said next.

“… But… Um… Unlike the thousand or so people who changed the name, if there’s a problem, can’t you just cut it out and play it again?”

“… .”

“…Can’t it be done?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Corvus created a large pillar of ice and threw it at him. The surprised Browning quickly dodged the ice, but the rubble of the building behind it could not.

!!!

The force of the pillar was so strong that it shook the entire ruins. Those looking from the outside would probably think that Browning had detonated a missile.

Anyway, Dawn stopped Corvus.

“Master, I didn’t mean it in a bad way, so there’s no need to be so angry.”

“Then you mean that you meant it in a good way? Aren’t you angry, disciple?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Old men who are estranged from their children usually have separate minds and mouths… I understand.”

While dawn was stabbing Browning’s heart with an arrow called truth, unexpected people approached him.

“Praise be to our free fatherland, the firm bulwark of the people’s glory.”

“The banner of the Soviets, the banner of the people, will lead us from victory to victory.”

Those who approached, reciting the Soviet Union hymn as if they were reading poetry, were the Dzhugashvili. The Dzhugashvili who were controlled by Lvov, destroyed the city, and ultimately had their life absorbed by the dawn.

A diverse group of people, probably dozens at most, all knelt before Yeomyeong.

What is this?

As Dawn frowned, the black man at the very front spoke.

“Deputy Commander of the Spetsnaz and Red Knife Units under the Council of Ministers of the USSR, Yakov, meets with the new Secretary General of the Union.”

“… .”

“My life is yours. Lead us to a new battlefield, or to a deserved death.”

Instead of answering, Dawn turned her gaze to the man standing behind the Jugashvili.

Poison. Dzhugashvili, a member of the old rulers and survivor of the dwarf’s revenge, looked at the dawn’s eyes calmly.

“I have nothing to say when you look at me like that. I don’t know exactly what happened. Well, according to what they say… he whispered to me that you would be the next secretary.”

“…Him?”

“The owner of the Venus medal you have.”

Stalin… Yeomyeong, who had been suspecting that he had stopped time, quietly brushed her lips. It was the moment when her suspicions became certainty.

But he couldn’t ask for more details, because Browning was startled when he saw Dokhwa’s face.

“… Hulk?”

“It’s been a while. Captain Austin… no, you’re a lieutenant general now.”

“… .”

Were the two acquainted? Well, since they were Jugashvili and American soldiers, it was highly likely that they met on the battlefield. It was highly likely…

To Yeomyeong, the look the two exchanged was not like that of a soldier facing an old enemy. It was more like the look of a soldier meeting an old comrade. However, neither of them showed any sign of friendliness.

Browning said.

“… I thought you were dead.”

“The country that abandoned me must be thinking the same thing.”

“… .”

Browning’s beard twitched slightly. He chose his words carefully, as if he were trying not to make a slip of the tongue like he had done earlier.

“I will apologize on behalf of my country.”

“You don’t have to do that. The fatherland I was talking about was the Soviet Union.”

“… .”

While Yeomyeong, not knowing what was going on, looked back and forth between the two people, Dokhwa changed the subject.

“Anyway, now is not the right time to vent. A thousand people?”

“What is it?”

“What do you plan to do with the people of this place?”

Following the words of the poisonous flower, the eyes of the kneeling Jugashvili were all focused on Yeomyeong.

In the eyes of the black man who introduced himself as Jacob, there was anticipation; in the eyes of the woman whose throat had been cut by Dawn, there was sadness; and in the eyes of countless nameless people, there was fear.

Dozens of Jugashvili… Even though they had all their life energy absorbed, they were superhumans who were close to first-class in terms of martial arts. And if they absorbed the life energy again, they would go berserk and become Jugashvili again.

A power that can obliterate a city if it so desires.

Dawn glanced over those waiting for her command, then looked at Dokhwa one last time.

“Poison, the promise we made. Do you remember?”

“… .”

A promise made to help Dawn subdue the Dzhugashvili and hand over information to the CIA in exchange for handing over the lives and personal safety of the Dzhugashvili.

Instead of asking why he was bringing up that promise now, Dokhwa said this.

“Dozens of people are in the city. They are fighting for the position of Secretary General… They can’t possibly have such a track record.”

A phrase that implies that there is no reason to keep a promise. Yeomyeong smiled brightly.

“You want to win the secretary’s position? Dok-hwa, you speak strangely.”

“…?”

“I am already the secretary.”

At the calm declaration, the red eyes of the Jugashvili sparkled. Dokhwa suppressed something rising inside him and answered.

“Many people… will disagree.”

“That’s my job to decide. Did Stalin become Secretary General with everyone’s consent?”

“… .”

Dawn continued to speak, regardless of whether Corvus opened his mouth or not.

“So, in the name of the Secretary General, I command you. A promise is a promise. Poison. Take the Jugashvili and leave.”

At this, not only the Dokhwa and Dzhugashvili, but even Browning looked slightly surprised. And before the black Dzhugashvili, who introduced himself as Yakov, could say anything, Dzhugashvili asked first.

“Why?”

It was a question with many implications. Yeomyeong answered in a slightly emotional voice.

“If it were you, I wouldn’t send these Jugashvili to the battlefield.”

“…what?”

“In the nightmare of the dreamer, I saw the Dzhugashvili you failed to protect. And with the murderous intent they gave me, I was able to overcome the Ayatollah’s last struggle. This is… also a matter of repaying my debt to them.”

“… .”

“Well, if you think it’s an excuse, that’s fine. Feel free to leave. Poison. You can go to the Knights of Gemini City and sell my name, or you can go to Korea. Wherever you go, do what you need to do for yourself and your comrades. And… this time, protect that life.”

Dokhwa opened his lips as if he was going to say something, but he couldn’t form the right words. He just said briefly-

“…thanks.”

He just said that.

Even a grown man would be embarrassed. Yeomyeong raised her eyebrows and spoke to the rest of the Jugashvili.

“Did you hear that? Everyone, please leave.”

Immediately afterwards, Yakovlán Dzhugashvili asked back:

“Your Majesty, why have you forsaken us?”

“Throw them away? I never owned you.”

“that-”

“People should not own people. Since when has the Party advocated slavery?”

Yeomyeong, who had been talking like a communist, lifted Jacob up from his seat and said.

“… Loyalty is a personal feeling. In other words, if there is no individual, there is no loyalty. So leave. Leave and find the life you have lost. Whether it is the Secretary General or the Party… It is not too late to find it later.”

“… .”

Then Jacob made a… overwhelmed expression. It was clear that he had misunderstood what he had said, but Dawn didn’t care.

He motioned for the other Dzhugashvilis to stand up, and they stood up with awkward or fearful expressions.

“Get out. Everyone.”

The Dzhugashvili obeyed the order. Starting with Dokhwa bowing deeply to Yeomyeong, the Dzhugashvili followed Dokhwa and left the place.

At that moment, when the Jagashbilis were about to disappear beyond the ruins, Dokhwa looked back and said a word.

“Browning’s true intentions came from Mark Twain.”

Mark Twain? American author? Browning shouted in an angry voice as if to ask if that was true, just as Dawn turned her head.

“Do I really need to say that when everything is already destroyed?”

***

Kugu Palace…!!

Between the shock that shook the ground and the sunlight that stabbed his eyes, Rashik came to his senses.

Opening her eyes with difficulty, she saw a tent lined with unfamiliar makeshift beds. She realized without difficulty that this was a temporary medical camp for refugees.

‘These kids, they left me lying there among the American soldiers…’

She was about to kick the blanket and lose her temper, when she suddenly realized that all the patients and medics except her were looking in the same direction.

I pricked my ear to see what was going on, and heard a strange sound.

Red Star became the secretary, Browning must not be defeated, the terminal must not be destroyed… things like that.

‘Secretary…? What the hell are you talking about?’

As Lashik blinked, unable to keep up with the situation, a loud explosion was heard from the distant, collapsed city center.

Rashik turned his head reflexively and saw the small dots of Browning and Dawn fighting and destroying the city.

And soon after, the dawn was hit by something that was either a metal pole or a missile and began to fly out of the city.

-Huh? You got it! You got it!

-Did you knock it down?

Just after hearing the magic spells uttered by the onlookers, Lashik lay back down on the bed. She carefully covered herself with the blanket and took out the cork used for the bottle cap and plugged her ears.

‘They’re putting on a show.’

I have lost all hope in living… If I wake up like this, it will all be over. Drenched in fatigue, she closed her eyes again, not realizing how much she believed in Dawn.

But unfortunately, there are things in this world that cannot be ignored.

For example, something like a nuclear explosion.

***

U.S. Republican presidential candidate Joseph F. Kennedy was rolling pen over paper.

Even though I wrote for almost an hour, I still wasn’t satisfied with the speech.

The public’s reputation as a silver-tongued speaker, the writing skills he inherited from his father, who was the Attorney General, and his godfather, who was a Wisconsin senator, were of no use now.

Secretary. It was because of that fucking Secretary Declaration.

Although he has not yet made it to the press, as a presidential candidate he had the opportunity to hear about the Apollo City disaster and the Red Star’s declaration of a new secretary in advance.

The problem was, there was nothing he could do.

He was still a candidate, not the president. Negotiation, fighting, bargaining – everything else belonged to the fucking stupid president.

All Joseph could do was prepare two speeches.

One was a speech in case Browning, who had been forced into a fight by the government, had overthrown the Secretary-General, and the other was a speech in case Browning had lost.

To be honest, I didn’t want to write either one. Hell, if he had been President, he would never have given Browning a combat order.

The President might fear that the Communists would regroup around Red Star, but Joseph could be certain that would never happen.

The so-called revolutionaries never, no matter what, share power. Their nature is to argue, fight, and purge until one side completely seizes power.

So Browning’s intervention was merely to prevent a communist civil war. Even if he succeeded, it would be a loss, but what if Browning lost?

‘I will give wings to the red star’s back.’

Joseph, who had thought this far, resisted the urge to nuke the White House. It was because he guessed why the president’s staff, who were somewhat intelligent, had agreed to this.

Red phobia.

Yes, Americans who failed to directly destroy the Soviet Union were still afraid of the Reds. The fear that Stalin, or someone like him, would one day appear again and reassemble the fragmented Union was deeply ingrained in the minds of old politicians who had lived through the Cold War.

What the hell is so scary about a country that’s already ruined?

Just then, his secretary opened the door without knocking and came into the room.

“Sir, urgent news! Browning has been given the go-ahead to launch a nuclear weapon!”

“…what?”

“The launch authorization was given for the Davy Crockett, not the usual nuclear weapon. It was cross-checked through the Pentagon and the White House, through the pipelines on both sides… .”

Boom! Before the secretary could finish speaking, Joseph slammed the desk.

“Hey, you motherless idiots…! Stop them right now!! No, no. Get the phone right now!! I’ll talk to the president myself!!”

His voice was so loud that the secretary flinched and shook her shoulders. But if she was his secretary, she had to have that much courage. The secretary asked cautiously.

“Do you really have to do that? We have to deal with the Red Star before the Communist Party Congress opens-”

“Hey, are you also suffering from communist phobia? What are you going to do about the convention that may or may not be held?”

“… .”

“Think about why Red Star didn’t tell you about the convention! The convention is just a formality!! He’ll hold the convention after he’s purged all the opposition! It won’t be too late to detonate the nukes then!!”

“Then shouldn’t we deal with it before the guy’s declaration of secretaryship becomes known?”

Joseph slammed the desk again!

“But we have to end it at the Browning Line. Nuking our own territory is both politically and practically crazy! The Democrats will soon portray us as crazy radicals who nuked their own territory… and if Red Star survives the nuke and comes back? He’ll be the second Margrave. Damn it, if you knew, get the phone right now!”

“All right.”

The moment the secretary turned her back, an aide with a stiff expression joined the conversation.

“It was launched.”

“…what?”

“Davy Crockett has been launched. Location: 10km outside Apollo City, outside the fertilizer road.”