This Universe Needs Old People - Chapter 90



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Apocalypse Needs Old People Episode 090

63. Entrance Exam (4)

My feelings towards this person called father are not very good.

Beyond being indifferent to me, it seemed like he had no understanding of my thoughts or feelings whatsoever.

Even when asked where his biological father was, he smiled and said that he had no other father.

At least if his own son asked him that, he should have asked him why he thought he wasn’t his biological father.

Even I, who am not interested in other people, would know that there was something wrong with me if my young son asked me that.

But the man just laughed as if he had been asked a funny question.

So to speak, that person was someone who was seriously lacking in something.

So when other people told me I was a sociopath, I felt wronged.

I just acted the way I saw and grew up.

There’s no way I, who grew up seeing people like that, could have learned what actions to take in what situations so as not to be treated as a weirdo.

Even my mother only told me this strange thing: that parents and children are programmed to feel sad when each other is unhappy.

Does that mean I resent my father as much as my mother? No, that’s not true.

It’s not that I resent her less because she took care of me in place of my mother.

Because I don’t like that person that much.

Because I don’t think he’s my biological father.

That’s why I don’t have any complaints.

So I thought that person wouldn’t like me that much, and since he’s not my biological child, he wouldn’t care if I disappeared into this game.

“The one who got you into this game… was your father?”

Even though I asked that, the drug addict just looked at me with a scary face.

The man who had been looking as if he was weighing something, doubting something, and being afraid finally opened his mouth to speak.

“You… didn’t know everything.”

What do you mean by I don’t know everything?

“You speak as if you know everything? Couldn’t you be wrong?”

“How did you make the additional opening happen?”

“I don’t know either!”

Again, my voice grew louder as the guy, instead of answering my questions, only asked me the questions I wanted to ask.

“What do you mean, ‘father’ and not ‘mother’?”

“… … .”

The guy just stared at me and didn’t answer.

It seemed like he was trying to gauge how much he could tell me.

There’s nothing I can do.

“I already checked with other players. All the guys I asked were related to their mothers. No player talked about their fathers. And yet you say it’s not your mother?”

“… It’s still at that stage.”

“what?”

The bastard opened his mouth with difficulty and spat out briefly.

“Not all of them, though.”

“what?”

“Players, I mean. The players who said they knew about your mother, that’s definitely not all. Think about it. You definitely heard about your father. Otherwise, there’s no way you could have opened up more.”

“… … .”

‘I have already heard about my father… … .’

I looked back on what had happened so far.

Who on earth told me about my father and when?

Here, in this cola district, it was full of traces of mother, and now suddenly there’s father.

Actually, it didn’t matter whether it was my father or my mother who had me possessed.

Anyway, I’m not dissatisfied with the ice itself.

However, if it was really the father who was involved in the ice skating.

All I can do is wonder what all the graves I’ve dug up and portraits I’ve encountered during dramatic moments were.

‘No matter how much I thought about it, it wasn’t about my father… … .’

At best, Luna asked me if I missed my real father.

He said that not all the players were related to their mothers, but all I heard from the players was that Banggu Seok Yeo-bo’s older sister was in the Salvation Project, and Tibalom started playing the game at my mother’s recommendation, and from Shin Eun-jo-

I stopped thinking there.

“CEO of Cthulhu Games… … .”

Just one person.

There was a person who said that he met someone other than his mother.

Shin Eun-jo.

The person Shin Jo met was not my mother, but the CEO of Cthulhu Games.

Listening to that story, I thought it wasn’t my mother who started all this, but the CEO of Cthulhu Games.

Even if it was my mother who put us in the safe zone, it must have been that person who put my mother in the safe zone when I was a minor.

Immediately after that story, additional openings were made without any English knowledge.

And… oddly enough, I haven’t thought much about the CEO of Cthulhu Games since then.

‘Why?’

Looking back, I think Shin Jo also shouted that he couldn’t remember the company name ‘Cthulhu Games’ until now.

I thought I knew what he meant.

Now that I think about the ‘CEO of Cthulhu Games’ again, I can clearly remember what I talked about with Shin Jo, but before that, it was just a blur in my mind.

‘Representative of Cthulhu Games… … .’

I figured that person might be related to my mother.

Otherwise, there’s no way my mother could have developed a game based on that game.

But I never thought that the CEO of that company might be my father.

In my memories, my father always wore an apron and cooked for me, and it didn’t seem like he went to work.

“That guy… is your father?”

The moment you say that.

A rustling sound was heard from behind.

I turned around in surprise, and the pattern was flashing and shaking.

Something like a golden current flowed over the pattern, illuminating the inside of the cave.

“What, what?!”

There was a force that pulled me back as I was taken aback.

The other addict pulled me behind him and hid me.

But the beam of light, which was writhing in the air like countless tentacles as if something would jump out at any moment, blinked a few times and then powerlessly died down.

Only after the pattern had completely quieted down could the soft muttering of the addict be heard.

“… It was a good thing I erased it in advance.”

At those words, I looked up at the guy.

When I first discovered the pattern, I thought it was a bit of artificial damage here and there… Did this guy erase it?

Was it because of that pattern that this place was unsafe?

What on earth is that pattern?

What on earth was going to happen just now?

But instead of explaining the pattern to me, he said this.

“It’s dangerous here, so go back now. Go back and don’t come back again.”

That’s not what I wanted to hear.

“Answer me.”

The addict seemed to reflexively frown, but then realized that it was himself in front of him and made a helpless expression.

If he were me, he would know how stubborn I am.

If you don’t convince him properly here, he won’t go back quietly as you want.

“Do you really need my answer? It seems like you’re already sure.”

“Let’s say my thoughts about Representative Cthulhu are correct. Then what about Mother? Why did she create the safe zone?”

This time, she looked at me with a deep frown.

“I know because I’m you too… … .”

The guy said, pulling my hand away from his collar.

“Just talking to you now is enough. You can guess what happened.”

“Guess? What guess? Didn’t you just say that my guess was wrong?”

I was deliberately sarcastic, but instead of falling for my provocation, he responded coldly.

“Why did Mother have to create a safe zone? Why is our name ‘Idam’? Now you know, you.”

“… … .”

Actually, that’s true.

I know now.

Why did your mother create a safe zone?

Why is my name Idam?

Assuming that after the mother returned to reality from the early days, she would have created a safe zone from then on.

I already noticed it then.

The mother wanted to get back the child she lost in another world.

So in reality, she named the child she gave birth to, Idam, but that probably wasn’t enough.

I would have wanted to create a game called Safe Zone, which is exactly the same world as that, and have it reincarnated once again.

Maybe the thing that disappeared in front of me was because I was possessed by the game.

But how do I admit that?

Do I have to admit that I was meant to replace the child I lost in the game?

and.

“If my thoughts are correct, then it can only mean that it was our mother who possessed us.”

“Think again.”

The addict said in a soft voice.

“If it was my mother, why would she have set the point of possession ten years in the future? If she wanted to return to another world, why did she need to possess so many people? And why did she even drag me, who she abandoned, into it?”

“… … .”

okay…….

I was so excited at the moment that I forgot some important facts.

When I consulted with him, it had already been 10 years since Luna Moon died.

If my mother made the game to return to another world, there’s no way to explain why the game’s story starts after Lunamoon and Haytham’s deaths.

Even if he knew that the real Haytham was possessed by the ring and tried to awaken it, ten years would be too late.

There’s no reason to wait so long to discuss it.

Moreover, the possessed player has the body of a 10-year-old… … .

There were too many additional settings to simply say that I wanted to return to another world.

And what on earth was that convenience store?

Did my mother really have a reason to go to that convenience store and travel with other players in order to return to another world?

And would my mother, who stressed to me that I must be happy until the very end, have left me alone with my obsession?

“That too… I see.”

As I accepted the assumption that it wasn’t my mother who had so much difficulty in getting us together, the bastard whispered softly.

“Don’t doubt your mother. She is more… pitiful than you think.”

I guess so.

If a child named ‘Idam’ dug up his own grave and acted like his son, but named his real son ‘Luna’, wouldn’t you feel sorry for him?

The guy looked at the pattern for a moment and then said.

“You saw it too… It’s true that this place is dangerous. Now go back.”

You never really explained what that was.

I wonder if this guy also has some kind of restrictions?

‘I have no intention of believing anything this kid says anyway.’

I now believe that this guy is ‘me’.

Because I showed you the evidence.

But the thing is, I can’t trust ‘me’.

‘If it were me, I would even think of myself as a competitor.’

Even if everything I’ve said so far is true, there must be a purpose for telling me that fact.

Even if this guy and I are the same person, we are different players as long as we are different entities.

I looked at him for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“Okay. Let’s go back.”

When I told him that I would just go back, he looked surprised.

“But there is a condition.”

Only after adding that did he look at me with an expression that said, ‘Well, then that’s true.’

“If it’s something I can listen to.”

Yeah, you said you would do it if you could hear it first?

I held out my hand to the guy and said.

“Just give me a hoverboard.”

“……what?”

“I’ll ride back, so just give me one hoverboard. I’m sure you’ve got a few more in your inventory. When you come out, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine, right?”

“… … .”

The other addict made a face like he was wondering if something was wrong, but he obediently took out a hoverboard from his inventory and handed it over to me.

Whatever this guy is hiding, I have to get what I can and then I’ll get out.