37. Immortal (4)
It is not that difficult to go to a place an hour away by bicycle and kill a person.
It was also dark and the light of the pioneers could not be seen.
Perhaps that was the result of the recent chaos in Seoul.
When the situation in Incheon stabilized to some extent, the power struggle that had been silent was raising its head.
As criticism intensified that members of the National Assembly, who had extended their term indefinitely, were treated excessively with unnecessary resources and resources, the National Assembly decided to elect as many as 500 similar members of the National Assembly, who were called the people’s representatives.
I don’t know, but it seems that there are people among the pioneers who want to become the people’s representative.
He seems to think he deserves it.
After all, if the number of people who were driven out with their limbs was an achievement, wouldn’t it be worth claiming their share?
Anyway, reality is always meaner and dirtier than you think.
Before reaching Mr. Dragon’s air defense shelter, which he visited twice, he found unexpected people.
On a road well away from the shelter, three men were drinking and chatting with a bonfire in a drum.
It’s probably the gang brought by Pilcrum’s younger brother.
I hid for a while and overheard their conversation.
“Those over there. Aren’t they Chinese?”
“Those bastards. I want to kill them all.”
“They said that the ROK-US allied forces swept all landed troops into the sea, but the people in the country are just telling lies.”
“I heard that the cartoonist was hot because he was the baby’s wife. f*ck. Can’t we just kill that bastard and play with his wife?”
“I don’t know. It will be a matter for Hyungmin to decide. Thanks to you, I packed a lot of food and alcohol. Isn’t this enough business?”
nonsensical story.
It’s a story you don’t need to listen to.
I thought for a moment about how to handle it.
You can kill them with a gun or you can kill them with an axe.
Before taking action, he did one more careful reconnaissance.
Sure enough, a car is standing.
An electric vehicle with bulletproof plates.
A charger with a solar battery was also placed next to it.
There was no one in the vehicle, but it was filled with alcohol and food that seemed to belong to Mr. Dragon.
I re-evaluated my opponent.
3 people around the shelter.
3 people in the shelter.
Of course, it is assumed that Mr. Dragon is dead.
I approached the car and placed a large stone in front and behind the wheel.
It’s an insurance you don’t know.
Of course, I will make sure no one gets out of here without my permission.
I slowly approached the bonfire.
I was able to approach it easily because there was no one guarding my back.
Without slowing down in particular, he walked lightly and slashed the neck of the defenseless man holding the bottle with an axe.
hooked!
The sound of the ax blade digging into the flesh and shattering the bones echoed lightly.
The man stumbled without even screaming.
Before he collapsed, he shot another ax at the head of the man who was about to turn his head, with precise force distribution.
jump!
The last man left was lucky.
I was able to see my face for a moment.
But at the same time, I was unlucky.
I had to take two axes at the same time with my body.
As if he were cutting wood, he supported his body with an ax blade inserted into the man’s neck.
Jurulook-
Blood dripped from his gloved hand, but not his clothes.
I laid him down next to the campfire slowly, as if I were laying a child in bed, and headed for the shelter.
In front of the shelter, the self-proclaimed younger brother of Pilcrum, whom I had seen before, was sitting on the camping chair where Pilcrum was sitting, looking at the distant sea.
I glanced at him.
There are no firearms.
The shelter door is also closed.
“…”
A friend who isn’t particularly worth talking to, but whims raised their heads and woke up.
No, there was something I wanted to ask.
I let the moonlight invade me and emerged from the darkness.
“What, what?! you?!”
The man’s bloodshot eyes soon found me.
“Pick up your weapon.”
He held up a bloody axe.
I see the man shrinking into his chair.
“Hunter?”
“What, what?! Yeo Hoon! Yeo Hoon!”
he shouted in the direction of the campfire.
When there was no answer, the man looked towards the air-raid shelter and shouted urgently.
“Hojun! Hojuna!”
He raised his pistol and fired three shots at the entrance to the shelter.
bang! bang! bang!
The sound of gunfire and bullets ricocheting broke the silence around the shelter.
I heard screams from inside and asked him.
“Where have you been?”
The man rolled his eyes fiercely and reached for the dagger he had left on the floor.
I let him hold the dagger.
“The man who was here, where did he go?”
It seemed like he would have to hold a dagger to get to the answers I was looking for.
“Killed.”
As I grabbed the dagger, the man spoke the truth.
The man grinned, as if he had buried his confidence in the dagger.
“You knew that too, right? Are you going after that bastard when you go? why didn’t you dry it then? huh?”
But all I got was confidence.
Holding a dagger doesn’t change anything.
I took the ax and strode forward towards him.
The man thrust out a sharp blade and barked like a dog.
“This bastard! Are you crazy?! won’t it turn off? huh? huh? stab?! huh?! Stab?!”
In the end, he came in with the dagger stabbed first.
At the same time, probably out of habit, the other hand reached out to catch me.
Two axes cut through the air.
Chaeng Kang!
Drop the dagger with one.
hooked!
I hit my elbow with the other one, making the arm that was trying to catch me dangling.
“aaagh!”
I looked at him as he cried out in pain.
“Are you a Hunter?”
The man made an expression like a crying child and bit his lip.
You don’t need to hear the answer.
He threw the ax.
Indifferently, the ax drew a parabola and flew towards him with a teary face.
I think it will take about 1 second.
One second is probably enough time to realize one’s own actions and destiny.
Maybe that one second felt like an eternity to him.
jump!
The man died with the ax stuck in him without even a single semblance of resistance.
After piercing the middle of his forehead, he pulled out an ax and wiped off the brain and blood before heading to the air-raid shelter.
Inside the shelter, the sound of a man’s heavy breathing, a woman’s scream, and a child’s cry were mixed.
is there another guy
no matter if there is
Holding a pistol in one hand and an ax in the other, he spoke calmly toward the closed door.
“Open the door. before killing them all.”
The door is open.
A terrified family appeared before me.
I never had any other concerns.
I checked the corners to see if they were hiding in a blind spot, but they were all there.
As I was brandishing my pistol and scanning the air-raid shelter, Pilcrum knelt down at me.
“I am so sorry! Just live! At least my family is my family…”
“Where is my friend?”
DragonC.
The end of the man who gave our community bulletin board the vitamin of life called fun was ordinary.
Without the slightest respect, I saw a rotting man on top of a rice field covered with only shallow soil covering his face.
Coincidentally, his decaying face was not much different from when he was alive.
Dark red soil color reminiscent of death.
In front of the corpse, Pilcrum begged for his life.
“I didn’t kill him. Hyungmin is Because Hyung-min wanted to kill him…”
“Bury again.”
threw a shovel at him
“Respectfully.”
I took a step back and watched Pilcrum bury Mr. Dragon.
“for a moment.”
Work stopped for a while.
Something rolled off the corpse.
Undoubtedly.
The bundle of papers inside the paper bag wrapped in plastic is Mr. Dragon’s manuscript.
The title of the manuscript is none other than “The Remnant”.
It is the final masterpiece that will make Mr. Dragon immortal, as he hanged himself so much.
I stood still and read his manuscript.
It was a sequence of characters rather than a continuity.
Mr. Dragon first made a story with words and drew a continuity based on it.
I think I’ve said this before.
“…”
now i agree
why he was slow
Because I had to do it twice.
However, the sentences he left had the power to pierce people’s hearts somewhere.
While Pilcrum was digging, he went into the air-raid shelter.
My family was looking at me with fearful eyes, but I looked inside the shelter without giving me a single glance.
The atmosphere had changed a lot.
Perhaps the biggest change was that all the posters of his works that Mr. Dragon had put up were removed.
Looking for another reason to kill, I sat down in front of the workbench used by Mr. Dragon.
“…”
Is this the laptop the deceased used while he was alive?
I stroked his laptop and moved my gaze to the monitor.
Several posts from Failnet popped up on the Internet window.
All the little things Pilcrum used to write and watch.
As I tried to close everything, even a small window on our bulletin board was open in the corner.
Viewed our bulletin board through Mr. Dragon’s account.
A small world that is moderately confused and moderately destroyed.
There are things that seem unintentional.
This is a temporary storage list.
One article was in an unfinished state and was waiting for completion.
I opened it.
DragonC: I partner with Pilcrum!
– This friend of Pilcrum. I’m just a guy. His imagination is outstanding, and his basic skills are no joke. Wow, I honestly felt the wall.
But that’s it. Friends.
There’s one thing I’m better at than him.
I’m a much more “good” storyteller than Pilcrum.
We’re going to think big. Mr. Dragon and Pilcrum 88 join forces!
“…”
Mr. Dragon’s last post did not go up on the bulletin board.
But it was definitely delivered to me.
what he was trying to tell me
“You have one way to live.”
inside the air-raid shelter.
He said calmly to Pilcrum, who was on his knees in a half-exhausted state.
“Become Mr. Dragon.”
“yes?!”
I handed the manuscript of Mr. Dragon to Pilcrum.
“It means to complete this in his name.”
“This, this?!”
A slight astonishment crossed Pilcrum’s face.
“Is this a sequel to the one I drew?”
He nodded slowly.
Pilcrum’s face, which at first looked at the continuity and the manuscript with bewilderment, gradually changed.
with surprise and shock.
“This, this?”
He smiled and looked up at me.
“So, to be honest, I like it!”
I left him and turned around.
“It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Get this done. That is the condition on which I forgive you.”
I don’t want to mix up the story anymore.
Otherwise, I might kill that human, and that human’s entire family.
An imitation goldfish in a fishbowl in the corner of the desk stirred violently and turned its stupid face toward me.
“…”
I put the fish tank in my arms and left.
*
DragonC : “The Remnant” Episode 2
It wasn’t until two weeks later that the latest version of Mr. Dragon’s masterpiece, Remnant, was posted on the bulletin board.
It was a time when everyone was angered by a useless event to select 500 parasites called national representatives in Incheon, and on the other hand, it was also a time of confusion when vicious rumors circulated that the elite of the legionnaires were again aiming for power.
The latest update of Mr. Dragon, which came up in that stuffy situation, is Failnet and Viva! Apocalypse! It brought the same impression to two disparate groups.
In the midst of countless compliments pouring in, I was reading the final work he asked me to do, soaked in the dizzying aroma of coffee.
＜The Remants Scenario
SKELTON
Inside the continuity, which was nothing more than scribbles, stood a man holding an axe.
He was stupid on the Internet, but in real life he was smart, loyal and knew how to fight.
I read his scribbles with the feeling of sharing cartoons drawn by other children in school.
“no way. That’s not it.”
Well, it seems that Mr. Dragon made a strong impression on me.
Watching Park Gyu alone slice medium-sized bells like radishes and handle even large-sized bells with special moves reminiscent of swordsmanship.
I’m not an Awaken, and I’ve never heard of an Awaken who uses sword skills.
However, it was not a very absurd story.
“Ah, what a f*cking dream!”
If you look at the last monologue of the character Skelton in the story.
I opened the notepad with a smile that I didn’t know if it was a bitter smile or a sincere smile.
An eternal space of pure white spread out in front of me.
Inadvertently, I typed two letters on an empty notepad.
imperishability.
The phrase was soon erased by a series of dull backspace hits.
“…”
There were two writers.
One died and one remained.
to become immortal.
to remain immortal.
to leave immortality.
“Immortal…”
He shook his head.
Wouldn’t it be an expedient idea to oversimplify the case to express Mr. Dragon’s intentions with the banal word immortality?
The fake goldfish turned to me and looked at me with a bewildered face, as if it agreed with my thoughts.
It must have been a coincidence that I hit the table lightly and various physical phenomena caused by the recoil overlapped, but the moment I saw the goldfish, a thought came to my mind like a dream.
I wondered if this situation, this flow, was Dragon-san’s intention.
Like such an immortal masterpiece that is completed by one’s death itself.
No, maybe we are fish swimming in the dreams of the dead.
It would be a possible story if our world was incorporated into his work.