There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 802



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EP.802 Красная звезда (8)

***

Browning’s plan was simpler than expected.

I’ll fight a little closer, and then fire a nuke at the last moment.

Corvus questioned whether he was truly crazy, but Dawn readily accepted it. This was because of what Browning had added.

-You know what kind of symbol a superhuman who can withstand a nuclear attack would be… right?

As the son of a count, it was something he could not refuse. Corvus must have known this, because he kicked Browning in the calf and stopped trying to stop him.

Anyway, Dawn and Browning went out of the ruins with a hastily made plan, like a scripted shoot or an unplanned pro wrestling match. That is, they went up to the city again, destroying the fallen buildings.

Only after the two of them were alone did Yeomyeong ask.

“Why are you helping me like this?”

It wasn’t a question that could be asked while swinging an ice spear taller than an average adult male. Browning didn’t care and answered while firing a claymore towards the ice spear.

“Would you believe me if I said, ‘I saved your daughter?’”

“no.”

“If it’s to throw a tantrum to the military leaders who hate me?”

“I think that’s one of the reasons… but I don’t think it’s the main reason.”

The conversation was quite calm, considering the explosions. Browning continued, pulling out his Gatling gun as if in awe.

“To be honest, I’m helping you because war sucks.”

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that. Even though I’m a soldier, I’ve never enjoyed war. To me, war is shit. The fact that two missiles I fire can feed a third-world village for a year is shit, and the fact that a life worth nothing is being lost to a three-dollar bullet is shit.”

Even as he said that, Browning pulled the trigger of his Gatling gun. Drrrrrrrrrr! With the sound of the chainsaw and countless bullets as the background, Browning continued to speak.

“But the world is full of people who want such a war. Look at the guys who are trying to restart the Cold War in this city right now. Foolish, greedy, cruel people… As long as there are such people, war will never end. So… I thought it would be better to make someone like me who hates war the leader of the enemy.”

Dawn asked, lowering her sword.

“Isn’t that too honest an answer?”

“I’m going to shoot a nuke in your head, so you have to be this honest.”

“… .”

“And, let’s fight a little more seriously. There are a lot of eyes watching.”

Browning, who answered like that, kicked Yeomyeong in the stomach as if he was trying to show off. It was a standard US military kick. Yeomyeong dodged the kick that she had become accustomed to, and made a People’s Hammer with the weapon serum and swung it at Browning.

!

The Gatling gun that had blocked the hammer was crushed, and Browning’s body flew across the concrete floor. It was an exaggerated reaction that embarrassed the man who had struck him.

This old man is real.

Dawn clung to Browning and said:

“There’s no one watching up close anyway. At best, there’s the citizens over there and one reporter who’s hiding.”

“What are you talking about? We’re trying to fool the US government.”

“The government?”

Browning answered, rolling on the floor as the People’s Scythe cut the Gatling gun in half.

“satellite.”

“… .”

“Up in the sky, the government will be watching our fight.”

The reason Dawn didn’t look up at the sky was because of the satellite seen in the frozen time.

Not only the world of the gods, but even Asha is being watched… While he was feeling creepy, Browning and Dawn, who had thrown away the dismembered Gatling gun, exchanged even more firepower than before and advanced to the outskirts of Apollo City.

And when we reached a relatively undisturbed road outside the city, Browning said:

“Now it’s time to give and receive the finish.”

“… Finish?”

“Don’t you even watch professional wrestling? I’m telling you to throw a finishing move, a finishing move.”

“… .”

“Let me start first.”

Instead of saying, “If I get hit with my ultimate move, I might die,” Dawn let out a strong murderous aura. A murderous aura as thick as the one used by Levoff earlier.

To an outsider it would have looked quite threatening, and even Browning said:

“Control your strength well.”

“It’s just living.”

“Yeah, the city was destroyed by that living thing.”

Wasn’t half of the destroyed city due to missiles? Yeomyeong swallowed that criticism and swung her sword with all her might.

Browning was covered in a typified murderous look, his expression pained like a surfer caught in a wave. The acting was so realistic that Dawn worried that Browning might actually be hurt.

It was a needless worry, for Browning, hidden in the flesh, said this.

“Bite this hard. I plan on blowing it out onto the outskirts of the fertilizer road.”

“You’re blowing it?”

“It’s a small nuclear weapon with a range of only a few hundred meters, but it’s still a nuclear weapon. I’ll send it as far away as possible so that there’s no radiation effect. After landing, use the martial arts of the Baek family immediately after 5 seconds. Understood?”

“Wait, how far is it-”

The next moment, a subspace hole opened up beneath his feet. The very same missile that had been troubling Dawn with its proximity cleaver shot up toward his abdomen, and then-

Shoooooo – !!!

It sent Dawn flying into the sky. It was a direct hit, but fortunately there was no explosion. It seemed to be a missile with its warhead removed.

Anyway, the experience of being pushed across the sky by a missile was… so strange that I can’t describe it. Was it fun? No, it wasn’t. A terrible crash was expected.

How long had it been? Dawn crashed into the ground with the missile.

Yeomyeong, who had been carrying the entire weight of the missile weighing nearly 100kg, coughed up blood and got up from her seat.

And in the next moment, Browning’s warning to use martial arts in five seconds became reality. Roughly 200 meters above Dawn’s head, three shells shaped like miniature versions of Little Boy began to fall simultaneously.

A bomb containing the power of the primordial atom.

Dawn thought as she looked at the bomb.

The second Count of Change… What would my father think?

I guess I’ll just have to ask him in person. The moment three bombs exploded above my head.

Dawn cast Golden Hunt while pulling out His Majesty’s orb.

***

Deep inside the Pentagon, Room 101.

The prophet who looked at the present saw.

Red Star, the self-proclaimed secretary, is engulfed in nuclear fire.

-Red Star, after engaging Browning, was hit by a nuclear weapon…

The pen of the prophet who was writing stopped. He thought of the current President of the United States. He was relying too much on fate. So he must have fired a nuclear weapon at the self-proclaimed Secretary who appeared for the first time in a long repetition.

It was a bold and yet cowardly move.

But history is sometimes a story of cowards. He didn’t think the president’s actions were wrong.

The Red Star’s Jugashvili was looking down on the realm of the gods, but he was not a true god. Strictly speaking, he was now only looking at the top ten.

Three Davy Crockett shots to that Red Star… Even though they were small nuclear weapons, it was a different story when all three exploded at the same time. That was a firepower that even a 10-strong force could not withstand.

Yes, according to Stalin’s original plan, the Red Star’s journey should have ended here. He should have written on the parchment the words ‘Red Star Death’.

But the President didn’t know, and he knew one thing: the Red Star had been trained in the martial arts of the Count.

Does the President know? That his orders helped create a second Count? Unfortunately, he will soon find out.

The Prophet raised his head and looked in the direction of the dimensional gate.

I saw a red star retreating back through the dimensions, avoiding the flames of the core.

I saw the radiation destroying his body and turning him into a corpse-

At that moment, golden eyes looked in his direction.

As if he were visible.

“?!”

The Prophet was startled, but the thousands of people across the dimension were even more startled. His lips trembled as he spoke.

‘you are?’

The Prophet did not answer. This was a political matter, and nothing in politics happens by accident. If it happened by accident, it was probably planned.

The Prophet, unsure whether the plan was beneficial or cruel, turned his gaze. Immediately, his vision beyond the dimension disappeared, and the cold walls of Room 101 filled his vision.

I saw it. I saw it.

The prophet blinked in shock, then came to his senses. Perhaps because of the newness he had felt after such a long time, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

And after he had been grumbling like that for a while, he returned with calm eyes and picked up his pen. And for the first time in a long while, he wrote a lie.

-Red Star, Surviving in the nuclear flames. Appears to have reached the same level as Stalin.

***

Benjamin, a reporter for the Wall Street Journal, stared blankly at the explosion.

The beginning was a flash. The light of the explosion, clearly visible from 10km away, flashed – blinding.

Immediately afterwards, flames shot into the sky, testifying to the power of the explosion, and then a mushroom cloud rose to tell us what had gone off.

Like small, slow-blooming flowers that bloom slowly but surely, mushroom clouds slowly bloomed across the horizon.

Kwa- Ah- Ah- Ang-

Perhaps because of the distance, the explosion sounded slow, like an echo in a dream. However, the harsh wind that followed proved that the explosion was real.

“Sea, nuclear bomb… ?”

Benjamin muttered in disbelief. It was only his outstanding journalistic spirit that kept him from putting down his camera.

But the reactions of the self-proclaimed ‘Secretary’s Lovers’ standing behind Benjamin were different. They each screamed, held their breath, or-

“Browning, you crazy bastard!!”

She even spat out curses. The reaction from the tall, blue-haired woman was particularly intense, and Benjamin almost suffocated from the murderous intent she exuded.

But the blonde woman who spoke to Benjamin first was different. She kept her mouth shut and reassured the other two before whispering to Benjamin.

“Please keep taking pictures.”

“Excuse me, can I really take a picture? You said you were the secretary’s lover-”

“Take a picture.”

“… .”

Benjamin couldn’t be sure whether it was the deep mana in her voice or her journalistic spirit, but he continued to take pictures of the mushroom cloud.

And how long had it been? His camera caught something in the mushroom cloud.

Perhaps because it was so far away, it was hard to see even when zoomed in all the way. Only after Benjamin attached the dedicated zoom lens to his camera from his bag was he able to see what it was.

It looked like a small dot… It was a person.

red star.

He was walking out of the mushroom cloud, looking clean and unscathed.

“Sea, nuclear… I, endured it…”

Benjamin, the journalist, knew what it meant. He didn’t have to think hard about it. There was a precedent for a changeling count in the world.

Why was France satisfied with the change of counties? Why did no other Earth nation, except Chile, establish colonies in Asha?

It was because of the superhuman who survived the nuclear attack.

I was afraid of him, having lost the war and following the Emperor’s agreement, leaving for the Wax Mountains… I was afraid that he might cross the dimensional gate and embark on a mad revenge spree.

That was the kind of superhuman being who survived the atomic flames.

Although no nuclear submarine ever fired a nuclear weapon at an enemy country, the Count was treated as the world’s most powerful war deterrent, and the Count was itself a deterrent to prevent the madness of the Cold War from spreading to Asha.

And now, at this moment, the one who declared himself the Secretary General was walking out of the nuclear fire. Benjamin blankly took a picture of the scene.

Why? He watched the red star rise into the sky again and thought of the joke that ‘Stalin drank the elixir and could not be killed by nuclear weapons, so there was no nuclear war.’

If that joke is true… I hope he doesn’t retaliate against the US with nukes when he becomes Secretary General.

Like all citizens who fear nuclear war, he fervently hoped that the future Secretary-General would be a kinder man than he thought.

But the prayer did not last long, because the secretary’s lovers, who were watching the same scene, sensed something.

-One Delta Force unit is missing.

-There’s no need to worry about just one person, right? I took all the bullets away…

-The problem is where he went. He went towards the CIA base. He went to finish off the kids.

They left the dumbfounded Benjamin alone and whispered among themselves, then exchanged glances as if they had decided something.

Immediately afterwards, a woman with sky blue hair grabbed Benjamin with her telekinesis and said:

“Hold on tight, we’re going to move.”

“yes?”

“I have to film this fight until the end.”

Benjamin couldn’t ask what that meant, because the next moment, the three of them started running towards the city.

Benjamin, caught in midair by telekinesis, could do nothing but hold on to the camera.