This Universe Needs Old People - Chapter 115



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Apocalypse Needs Old People Episode 115
71. Hunger (4)

[Name: T-Balom

Title: The Ruins Slayer

Affiliation Area: Knife

Relationship: Friends]

‘Looking at it again, it’s the guy I know.’

It was none other than me who had been providing supplies to Tibalom for the past several years.

In other words, all the clothes and daily necessities owned by Tibalom are from the Cola district.

I had a slight idea since he was wearing a pure white military uniform, but I thought it wasn’t true since he was riding a hoverboard.

‘You said you were very kind in our first conversation, and now you’ve given me a hoverboard after the tangerines?’

In the past, Tibalom said that he mistook me for a drug addict because he was friends with one.

Maybe Tibalom and the Topamin addict were friends in the previous episode.

When I think about it that way, I can also understand the kindness I showed to Tibalom.

What I really don’t understand is why he’s here now.

The question is why Tibalom has the face of a convenience store employee and not anyone else.

“hmm?”

At that moment, T-Balom turned the direction of the hoverboard and started to go down.

I also lowered the hoverboard’s altitude and landed on the snowfield.

T-Balom, on the other side, was also walking towards me with heavy steps after getting off his hoverboard.

I sent a chat to Tibalom to confirm.

[Dopamine Addict: Hey]

[Dopamine Addict: Where Are You Now?]

But the answer that came back wasn’t a chat.

“Don’t say it out loud.”

The voice came from T-Balom on the other side.

T-Balom had an indifferent expression, but his eyes looking at me were very cautious.

“It’s right in front of you right now.”

The voice that followed seemed to be shaking slightly and seemed awkward in pronouncing the words out loud.

As I was quietly watching him with my goggles up, T-Balom stopped in his tracks and frowned.

“Am I… saying something weird? It’s been so long since I’ve had a conversation with a rational person that I don’t know if I’m saying it right… … .”

Well, I guess you wouldn’t have had a chance to talk to anyone else in the knife area.

“You are speaking correctly.”

When I answered like that, T-Balom’s eyes lit up for a moment.

“You’re a dopamine addict.”

“Then who else could it be?”

“It’s harder than I imagined.”

“You too.”

Is it because I think of my mother as a senior?

Even though I knew that they were both 10-year-old starters, the T-Balom in my imagination was a bit more precocious than the one I see now.

“Why are you here and not in your area?”

“Then isn’t that your area?”

T-Balom continued, answering my question with a question.

“It’s not strange that I’m here. The Knife Zone is closer than you think, and there was a strange thing that happened where lightning struck from somewhere and split the zone in two… … .”

Oh, so that’s how far it went.

“So you just came to check out the strange thing?”

“you…….”

I saw T-Balom walking towards me and slowly putting his hand on his waist.

“I thought it would be here. Somehow I don’t know.”

“I have something to ask you… Even if I ask it now, you won’t answer, right?”

“If you want answers from me, you know what to do.”

“Are you talking about that annoying temper that only becomes more docile when your life is at stake?”

“You know a lot.”

As if the petty conversation was over, T-Balom pulled a knife from his waistband and rushed at them.

Judging by its shape, which appears to have been carved from a single stone from the body to the handle, it is definitely a meteorite knife.

I guess he’s serious, seeing as he’s rushing in with an item that can kill an opponent with one stab.

I stood there smiling without avoiding the rushing T-Balom.

Yeah, I’d be upset if it didn’t turn out like this after all the work I’ve done!

“You kept your promise, kid.”

For a moment, T-Balom’s eyes wavered, but there was no wavering in the knife he was thrusting at me.

I pulled down my goggles and kicked the snow pile towards T-Balom’s face.

“Huh!”

For a moment, T-Balom’s knife, which had been blocking my view, seemed to stab the air, then turned around like a ghost and rushed towards me, who had stepped aside.

chin!

Unfortunately for T-Balom, the knife’s blade stopped before it could dig into my soft skin.

This was because he stepped aside and wrapped the wire around T-Balom’s wrist, holding him up.

There was a brief, ominous force as if they were trying to force it in, and then a sound of air being cut was heard.

A kick coming from below.

At the same time, the hand that wasn’t holding the knife moved towards my head and I pulled at the wire.

The guy who had his arm snapped off with the same force he was trying to stab into me stumbled for a moment, and when I grabbed his wrist and twisted it, the meteor knife slipped out of his grasp and fell to the ground on the accumulated snow.

As soon as the guy bent down as if to pick up the dropped knife, she put her legs around his neck, climbed on top of him like a horse, put her weight on him, and threw him backwards. Then, she wrapped her legs around T-Balom’s neck and squeezed him mercilessly.

“Ugh!”

But the bastard seemed very accustomed to this kind of attack, and calmly inserted one of his arms between my legs that were strangling him, creating space, and in an instant, he slipped out from between my legs.

As it slipped between my legs, it threw a handful of snow at my face, as if it had learned something from it.

“hey!”

I was wiping the snow off my goggles and shouting in annoyance when something quickly dug into my chest.

Kak!

A sound like something sharp scraping iron.

The sound of the knife that T-Balom had thrust into my chest was only scraping the outer surface of the poor pistol that was buried in my chest.

When the meteorites collided, something seemed to rise up between them.

Ppaang-!

An unknown wave of air came and separated me and T-Balom from each other.

‘What is this… … .’

As I stood up after rolling around in the snow, pushed by the wind, I saw T-Balom, who was also covered in snow, standing up on the other side, shaking off the snow from his uniform.

I thought he was going to attack me again after he picked up the knife that he had dropped while being thrown away.

T-Balom put the knife back into his waistband with a dry face and asked.

“How many meteorites did you actually steal?”

“I didn’t take anything with my own hands.”

“What a surprise.”

“Are you going to stop?”

“I survived as promised and appeared before you, isn’t that enough?”

Judging from his expression, it looks like he’s played with him enough.

I didn’t feel any murderous intent from the beginning.

Even though he had no intention of killing me, he tried to stab me in the chest with a knife without any hesitation.

“Anyway, what you wanted was a deliveryman who would carry the meteorite item right to your nose.”

That’s true too.

“Are you going to give that to me?”

“Will you give it to me?”

In the cola area, if you ask nicely if they’ll give it to you, they’ll usually give it to you without saying a word, but that doesn’t work with this guy.

“I just came to check if you were the one who split my territory in two. Is that your doing?”

“If I had the power to do that, I would have cut you in two a little while ago.”

I instinctively said no, fearing that he might demand compensation for the damage done to the area, but T-Balom didn’t seem to believe me.

“Why on earth did you come all the way here and cause such a fuss… … .”

“Let me ask you something too.”

T-Balom cut off his horse’s tail and glanced at the hoverboard he had left lying on the side.

“Where did you get that?”

“Do you need an answer? I’m sure it’s from the same source as you.”

Yeah, there’s no one else who would give it to me but him.

“You’re that kerma… … .”

“What?”

The guy frowned, as if he didn’t understand the word ‘kerma’ itself.

He didn’t even know what Tibalom was, really.

“Your face right now.”

“… Are you suddenly talking about faces?”

“Is that really your face?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“When you create a safe zone character, a photo scan appears. Did you use that exact face?”

“In that case… I gave one to my junior because he said he needed an ID photo.”

mother…….

“Do you… remember the convenience store clerk’s face?”

“Convenience store employee?”

T-Balom frowned as if to ask what was going on, but then relaxed his eyebrows and spoke.

“You mean the convenience store that tricked us into coming?”

“Right. Do you remember?”

“Well… It’s already been six years, and I don’t have any reason to look at the clerk’s face in such detail. I guess it was a familiar face.”

It’s your own face, so how can ‘it looks familiar’ be all you can say about it?

‘No… … .’

If my mother is my junior, her body would be quite old. If you were to say that it was her face when she was younger, you might not recognize her right away.

But then T-Balom said something unexpected.

“He was a strange employee.”

“Strange employee? Did you hit your head with a barcode scanner too?”

“…no.”

He looked at me with a face like, “What kind of weird stuff are you talking about?”

Seriously, what on earth did that kid have that he just hit my head with the barcode scanner?

“I just picked up a knife and he tried desperately to block it. Looking back, I should have listened to that employee.”

“…That employee stopped you from choosing a knife?”

“Yeah. Even swearing.”

“… … .”

‘That employee… is he a returned T-Balom?’

There is also the case of a guy addicted to Topamin, so it is not an absurd story.

Another thing I see is that he’s giving me a hoverboard and showing me his favor, so it seems like he wants something from me as well as T-Balom.

If the clerk was a regressor of T-Balom, he would have stopped him from choosing a knife himself.

‘But then, does that mean that the person who hit my head with the barcode scanner was because he had feelings for me?’

If that is truly a regression, then it is not that T-Balom himself wanted the regression, but that it was there because of another ‘wish’ of mine.

… Well, all of this is just speculation.

The T-Balom in front of me doesn’t seem to know anything, so if I tell him that the convenience store employee had your face, he’ll probably be confused.

It’s not something I can explain about regression.

“Is that the end of the questions?”

“More or less.”

“Then tell me why you are here. Then I can decide whether or not to kill you as you wish.”

I was disappointed because I didn’t feel any murderous intent at all, but I’m glad I did because it seems like he still has the intention to kill me.

Well… I’ve received so much from you now that I can’t help but be more friendly.

If I told him that I was possessed by this game because I was on a dopamine rush and begged other players to possess me too, he would definitely want to kill me like he did before.

‘But for now… I guess I’ll just have to let it go.’

There’s nothing to be gained by fighting this guy here.

Right now, I’m more curious about what will happen when Logout is opened than whether this thing can kill me.

“There’s no other reason. I came to pick up a newbie.”

“Newbie? … Ah, the candy area in front… of… … .”

T-Balom’s eyes, looking at the candy area over my shoulder, momentarily became clouded.

Maybe it’s because of the burnt appearance.

Although it was quite a distance from the candy district, the forest, burnt black in the pure white snow, could not be overlooked even from afar.

I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I explain that I didn’t burn it…

T-Balom raised his finger and pointed over my shoulder.

“Is it okay to leave that as is?”

“It’s okay. The people in the Candy District have already been moved to a safe place.”

Even though he had explained it so kindly, T-Balom’s expression looked somewhat uneasy.

“Then whose aircraft is being attacked?”

“That’s mine… What are you receiving?”

Only then will we look back.

I noticed a huge reindeer ramming my aircraft with its antlers.

I hurriedly opened the system and checked the message, and a chat from Han Yeo-bom unfolded before my eyes.

[Corner Girl: Why aren’t you coming back? Are you talking?]

[Honey in the corner: Hey hey lol there’s Rudolph outside lol]

[Honey in the corner: Hey, but Rudolph is really big]

[Corner Girl: Why are you getting bigger?]

[Honey in the corner of the room: What the f*ck]

The message from Han Yeo-bom ended right there with an urgent typo.

‘This is crazy.’

There is not a single day that passes quietly.