This Universe Needs Old People - Chapter 107



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Apocalypse Needs Old People Episode 107

69. Candy (3)

The answer I got back from the dentist was clear.

“I’ve been getting a lot of calls.”

Since there weren’t enough chairs to sit on, the dentist flopped down on the rug across from us and said:

“But I didn’t receive them all.”

“You didn’t receive any contact from other players? Why?”

“I don’t know much about this world… the game called ‘Safe Zone’. Even though I haven’t played the game, I know that a sloppy beginner is a fool no matter where they go. Since I don’t know much about this game, I wouldn’t have known if another player tricked me… I thought I should just survive on my own for now.”

It’s admirable that a newbie is thinking of surviving on his own… but didn’t he send me a friend request right away?

But before I tell you this story, I have to reveal that I am a dopamine addict.

“Are there any other players here besides you?”

“Um… as far as I know.”

Is it true that only the dentist chose candy?

Well… I guess a person who is a veteran in a safe zone wouldn’t be interested in things like eye candy.

“First… I’ll teach you how to look up characters.”

“What on earth is that?”

“Look at me and say, ‘Look at my character.’”

“View Personnel.”

The dentist did whatever I told him to do without any ego.

I watched the dentist’s expression change from moment to moment.

Next to her, Han Yeo-bom was also watching the dentist’s reaction, holding the mug tightly with both hands with a face that seemed very nervous.

“Are you… a pamine addict?”

Your face is a sign of cognitive dissonance.

“If you’re a dopamine addict… aren’t you the former zone clearer that other players unanimously call a hedonist?”

“that’s right.”

“It says in my senior’s profile that he is a dopamine addict… … .”

“That means I am the conqueror of the entire hedonistic zone.”

The dentist looked speechless for a moment.

I spoke in a soothing tone.

“I told you to come to my area if you survived the candy area. That’s why I came to get you. So-”

“That’s ridiculous!”

The dentist suddenly shouted, and Han Yeo-bom, who had been watching with interest, was startled instead.

“Why are you yelling all of a sudden?”

“There’s no way that senior is a sociopath who is crazy about dopamine and thinks it’s funny how people get to know him!”

… Are you being harsh?

“The senior I know was a man of few words, austere, and unable to just pass by classmates who looked troubled… …!”

Han Yeo-bom, who had been listening quietly, muttered in disbelief.

“Who is he talking about now?”

[I know.]

hmm…….

Was that the image I had at school?

That can’t be true.

It seems like the dentist has a deep misunderstanding about me.

Well then, I guess I should explain it properly.

“I think you misunderstand me.”

“Misunderstanding… right?”

“okay.”

I gave the dentist a bitter smile.

“I think other players misunderstand me and think I’m a sociopath.”

Han Yeo-bom looked at me with a shocked expression.

On the other hand, the dentist looked at me with a face that said, “I see.”

“Oh, I see! Other people are misunderstanding you, Senior?”

Of course, I nodded in agreement to what the dentist said.

“Other players have only seen my fragmentary side and labeled me a hedonist, so I decided not to appear in public chatrooms anymore. As you said, I am a person who is reserved, ascetic, and cannot just pass by troubled people.”

“Ugh… … .”

[Ugh… … .]

Han Yeo-bom and Luna sighed at the same time, but I ignored them.

“I came to see you before the Second End… I thought you might be in trouble without knowing anything. I guess it was a good idea to come to see you since you didn’t even know about the character. If I had known you were my junior, I would have come to see you sooner. You must have had a hard time.”

“senior…….”

The dentist looked at me with quite a moved expression, while Luna and Han Yeo-bom turned away from us.

“So, do you remember a little now?”

“That’s not it.”

The dentist became sullen again.

I’m really curious as to how you know me.

But that’s not important right now.

“But what if… … .”

“yes?”

“What if you could log out?”

As soon as I asked that question, the dentist’s door opened wide.

A man who looked like a bandit burst in.

The man had a face that was impossible not to recognize.

Argon, the leader of the Candy Zone and the NPC whose face is as big as a door on the Safe Zone login screen.

Argon’s gaze slowly passed over us, then stopped on me.

He opened his mouth and looked at me with cold eyes.

“Get out of my area now, you rascal.”

Dark brown hair and a coarse beard covering his chin.

Deep wrinkles on the forehead.

Looking at the external features, it is clear that this is Argon, the leader and de facto ruler NPC of the Candy District.

‘Is that Argon telling us to go away now?’

No, but are you saying that I’m a traitor just now?

Han Yeo-bom and I, who didn’t understand the situation, instead of rushing in, maintained an innocent expression as if we didn’t know what was going on.

“What did you just say?”

The dentist stood up and asked Argon in a bewildered tone.

Then Argon answered with an unwavering attitude.

“They are evil spirits, so I told them to get out of our area.”

It turns out he was right when he called us private.

Han Yeo-bom and I also slowly stood up from our seats, but the dentist got angry at Argon.

“Haven’t you heard from others that these people saved us and brought us food? Even if you didn’t know, isn’t this rude to my guests?”

The dentist’s voice grew louder, but Argon’s attitude remained firm.

“I heard it from those guys. They said that a black-haired, black-eyed child saved them.”

“What? So you’re saying that you’re telling the people who helped the people in the district just now to get out of here, calling them traitors?”

“I think that black-haired kid knows better than me why I do this.”

Me?

I too was confused as to why Argon was acting hostile towards us, but Argon gestured for me to come here.

“You little rascal. Come talk to me for a minute.”

“… … .”

Why are you calling me out so specifically?

I was curious, but I had no choice but to go, so I started walking, but Han Yeo-bom stopped me.

“Hey! Do you know what you’re going to do? Why are you going alone?”

“Are you worried about me right now?”

“Even though you’re an outrageous guy, of course I’m worried!”

boy.

“I’m worried about you. Stay close to the dentist.”

After I took Han Yeo-bom’s hand off, I gave it to the dentist.

After watching Han Yeo-bom and the dentist happily break away from each other in disgust, I went to stand in front of Argon.

“Let’s go.”

“… … .”

Argon looked at me with a suspicious look for a moment, perhaps because I followed him without any hesitation, and then his gaze landed on Luna, who was just sticking her head out of my pocket.

After handing Luna over to Han Yeo-bom, I looked at her with a face that said, “Is it okay now?” Only then did Argon gesture for me to follow him and limped out of the house.

‘Now that I think about it, he was a limp.’

I followed Argon slowly and asked.

“I have a question.”

The answer came back as soon as I asked.

“Why did you bring me out alone?”

Well, I’m curious about that too.

“Why do you keep calling me a traitor?”

“Because it looks weird.”

what?

Is it racism?

As I was thinking such pointless thoughts, Argon turned to me and said something unexpected.

“What’s your relationship with Hayden?”

* * *

I entered what appeared to be Argon’s house.

While the dentist’s house had a cozy feel, Argon’s house had only minimal furniture and was dark and dreary with no lights on.

The only thing illuminating the house was the sunlight streaming through the fir tree leaves outside the window.

“Now tell me.”

Argon asked me as we sat across from each other at a round wooden table.

“What’s your relationship with Hayden?”

‘Did Argon know Hayden?’

My kerma is close to my real face, and to me, Commander Hayden and I don’t look much alike.

I don’t know why people around me keep saying that I and Commander Hayden look alike.

I don’t think that just because someone has black hair and black eyes, they all look like Hayden.

Well, the fact that I’m Commander Hayden’s son isn’t something to hide, nor is it something that would be good to hide, so I just answered honestly.

“How do you know my father?”

“It was that guy’s son.”

Argon asked back, seemingly unsurprised when I revealed that Commander Hayden was my father.

“So you’re Haydam?”

I also know the name of Commander Hayden’s son.

Either they were closer than expected, or Haytham’s existence was well known to other areas, or one of the two.

“I am Haytham Goodman, but… how do you know my father?”

“How do you know each other? That’s how it is. It’s a really stubborn bad relationship.”

‘Bad fate?’

In the safe zone game, there is no detailed description of interactions between players, such as interactions between the leaders of each zone.

In the past, the explanation was limited to the fact that there were exchanges and alliances between districts.

No matter how divided the districts are, this world doesn’t have barriers like in a game, so it’s understandable that the district leaders would have some contact with each other.

However, since they got to know each other through diplomacy between districts, the part where they say that it is a stubborn bad relationship bothered me.

Suddenly, I remembered that Commander Hayden was an NPC who came from a different area, so I asked.

“I heard that your father is from another district. Is it possible that my father… … .”

“Are you from this area? No way.”

Argon flatly denied that Commander Hayden was from the Candy District.

I guess that’s not it.

With those abilities and personality, it’s unlikely that he would be from the Candy District.

“I’ll ask your father about our longstanding feud. Anyway, if you really are that bastard’s son, you’ll have to get out of my area.”

Was it because you had a bad relationship with your father that you kept calling me a traitor?

However, it is unlikely that the Candy Zone NPC would pass on the ill-fated relationship between his parents to his son.

“I am different from my father.”

“It’s different. It’s exactly the same.”

Argon added, frowning.

“Why did you deceive that innocent child?”

“yes?”

“The saint of the Christmas forest, that child.”

Argon rested his elbows on the table and moved closer to me, saying:

“I know you are the son of Haytham Goodman, the commander of the Cola District. How do you explain your behavior as the saint’s senior?”