Bren, a first-level citizen who lives carrying luggage in the central stop, had a secret that he couldn't tell anyone.
It was the fact that he was a Resistance.
The military is harsh on losers… rather than interested in All they have to do is work for the rest of their lives and die while grazing with only completing citizen registration. Bren was not able to even go to secondary school due to his lack of intelligence, but his future was so obvious that even he could easily see.
Bren was given the life of a cog wheel. As with the cogwheel, Bren rolled without any doubt.
But humans have free will. It's a lot of free will that allows you to even believe that it's actually an illusion.
The same routine as yesterday is repeated tomorrow. This hypothesis has been proven inductively by Bren's daily life. Yesterday wasn't fun and there wasn't much to be happy about, so it was sure to be the same tomorrow. Bren lived day by day feeling helpless than despair.
But then his life changed. He was an unfamiliar visitor.
A young visitor with a bottle of beer had a great conversation with him. The young man was pleasant, and Bren's mood gradually improved because of it. Even when the drunken young man began to swear by the military, Bren just giggled and chimed in.
From that day on, Bren became a Resistance.
The reason was retroactive. After becoming a Resistance, his life became interesting. Just imagining what kind of sublime directive would fall and how wonderfully he would be able to carry it out made me excited. Bren felt rewarded, including the appropriate tension that the police might come.
At least, because tomorrow wasn't like yesterday.
Becoming a Resistance changed his life. Every day was enjoyable. it was enjoyable
Although he was not extremely thorough and attentive, he had never been caught by the military surveillance network during his life as a resistance.
The reason is simple. Because no orders have been issued yet. On the contrary, the supervisor's evaluation improved because he worked so hard not to be suspicious… Yeah, it didn't change anything.
However, he did not doubt that when the moment came when a great decision was needed, he would stand on the side of the Resistance and move. He's been living up to that day for a day.
It was around the time when he was still working hard today. A young worker approached from the other side. A young man with a slightly dark look patted his shoulder and whispered.
“Mr Bren. It is a command.”
The day has come. Bren nodded his head heavily.
It was a brief, concise, and time-pressed briefing.
The goal is to hit the headquarters. Starts immediately after arriving at the central stop. The regressor gathered everyone and explained them calmly.
“The road to the headquarters is lined with checkpoints and other garrison units. The inspection is also strict. It is impossible to hide from here.”
forced breakthrough. The method suggested by the regressor was really easy and simple.
“For now, we’re going to wrap it up with an attack from the Resistance. Central Station, from there, I'll subdue the manager and other high-ranking officials. The others go to HQ first. I'll clean up and follow you soon.”
The central stop is the largest stop in the entire meta-conveyor belt, directly connected to the headquarters. This is the most important facility guarded by the generals, and in case of an emergency, elite troops are dispatched from three nearby units. The returner's words that he would conquer such a place at once did not have a sense of reality.
However… The power of the returner is close to omnipotence. Although it did not reach the extreme, the variety of means and the ability to wield it close to the polarity are unmatched.
“Can you?”
“Leave it to me.”
The result of the determined regressor was… It was beyond imagination.
“emergency! emergency! Few!”
“Everyone run away!”
The moment they opened a container, white smoke exploded out of it. It was a cloud created by a returner.
Permanent thunderstorm with wind and rain.
The essence of Cheoneng is a compressed space, which can contain clouds and wind that exist only in the sky. The regressor emptied a container and accumulated power within it for several hours. And it was released instantly.
A local cumulonimbus cloud fell over the central stop. The difference from ordinary cumulonimbus clouds is that they are piled up like a tower right above the ground. In the fog that couldn't see a single inch, only the returnee with the seven-colored eyes strode forward.
The chain of command was momentarily paralyzed.
“Wow! Resistance! It's an attack by the Resistance!”
“Everyone run away! They all die!”
“Dangerous! My blood sucked and I turned into a vampire!”
Embarrassed laborers, the resistance that incites confusion among them. A mixture of soldiers and supervisors who were trying to act urgently created unprecedented chaos. I don't know if I could have heard the sound, but this is a stopover. A large crane and many workers make different noises. The sound did not take ten steps and was buried in the clouds.
“I can’t! Bring the warden!”
The most sincere and outstanding soldiers went to their superiors to quickly clear up the chaos. The manager of the central stopover is Jangseong. There was a belief that a general could clear this chaos and lead everyone.
The condition that the military recognizes as a general is the ability to maintain combat. A general who must stand on top of everyone should not die easily. You must survive to the end and lead the soldiers.
Therefore, all generals are strong men who can strengthen their whole body by learning the technique of cold. Keep one mind straight in the body and always maintain a constant state. Truly a war machine.
The soldiers rushed to the commander-in-chief and tried to ask him to lead them in confusion.
“Chief! lead… !”
However, when they visited the warden's office with a sense of duty, the manager had already passed out and was lying at the feet of the returnee.
After a fierce battle, the returner, who was picking his breath, waved at the unfamiliar guest.
“hi.”
“You, who are you… ! Ouch!”
it is now Hiding behind the door, I swung my club and struck him in the back of the head. Recruiter Sgt. Kethern could not even resist the slightest resistance and collapsed.
I trembled, and put down the stick that had soaked in a lot of blood.
“Ugh. I'm a non-combatant, so why the hell am I working here? .”
“For a non-combatant, he fights pretty well.”
“Yeah, because I picked only the small dagger and knocked it down with a kick! By the way, why did you pick me up and bring me here? When it comes to fighting, many people are more familiar with it!”
The returner said as if it was natural.
“It’s still daytime, so it’s better to save Tirkanjaka’s power. The king of dogs and the king of cats don't do things the way they want. Then, you are the right person to go next, right?”
“Next time! It's too dangerous for an ordinary gangster like me!”
“… I don't know what you're hiding yet. okay. I'll make it normal for you. Is there anything special about it?”
“Oh right. I saw a safe when I arrived earlier. You don’t have time to shave, right?”
“Guide me. Put the whole thing in your pocket.”
Even in the midst of this, the returner meticulously finished farming. The safe, made of level 5 alchemy steel, fits into the returner's space safe and pocket.
That pocket is a real scam item. Maybe it's more deceptive than Cheon-Aeng or Ji-Jan.
'… Get used to fighting. Obviously, he's never shown strong power, but it's strangely comfortable when we fight together. Unobtrusive, meticulous. Do you know how to pinpoint the enemy's weaknesses? Let's use it more often in the future.'
don't use it! I want you to save! Think of it like a sunfish that dies if you tap it!
After finishing the rough arrangement, the returnee and I went out of the landing office. It was still in a state of chaos outside, but there was some orderly movement among them. It was a group of resistances trying to escape by taking advantage of the chaos of the stopover.
Among them, there was a young man who stood out. He looked around naturally, with an attitude as if he was a laborer, but with a relaxed attitude as if he was an officer.
I realized who he was.
Cento was good at reading wind. Hameln's survivor. He was one of the few children who made it through the riverbed with the will to somehow survive.
When I did something, I was playing the role of looking for helpers in the Resistance. He was in charge of the infiltration team, which created numerous direct and indirect internal collaborators. The person who once dreamed of becoming an officer is a resistance evangelist. Should this be called success or fall?
He led the Non-Combatant Resistance, joining the collaborators he had foreseen at the staging area and riding on his belt. The North will be engulfed in phone calls. The only way the Resistance, who has to leave their home base, can escape in a short time is through the meta-conveyor belt.
They will flee, but the military will not pursue them. I can't afford to worry about them.
Just then, the returner noticed another sign and said:
“come. They're from nearby units.”
“like. We're leaving now! If we make our way south to headquarters, they'll come after us!”
“Are you just leaving? I’m a little sad.”
The returner listened to Cheon Aeng and Jizan. The regressor, who held both blades at one point, gently pushed the blade of Cheoneng over Jizan's body, as if sharpening a blunt blade. Then, a little special friction occurred at the part where the two blades met.
When the original blade and the blade are rubbed against each other, the metal crumbles and sparks. Then what if the sword of the sky and the sword of the earth rub against each other?
I do not know. Because it was the first time I saw the sword of the sky and the sword of the earth.
However, I have learned and know what happens when heaven and earth rub against each other.
Heaven's wrath. it's lightning
not falling out.
A huge amount of lightning came pouring out from the ends of the two swords. Even on this street, I can feel a tingling sensation all over my body. A bright yellow crack appears in the air, and lightning is pouring out from the crack as if a faucet had been turned off.
The thunderbolt that seeped in like this permeated into the clouds that filled all directions. The clouds that the returner evoked over the ground gradually darkened and burped ominously. Lightning strikes even in a dry sky, but the original land must exist for the lightning to be perfect.
The regressor, holding the wriggling lightning in his hand, murmured in omnipotence.
“Heavenly Geomgon. cramming.”
“You say the name of your special move with your own mouth. If you explain everything from the attributes to the attack type, wouldn’t it all be avoided?”
“Shit, it’s noisy! Its power is weak and the movements are large, so it doesn’t work well for strong people with good sense!”
“Aha. It’s a technology that is strong and weak.”
“It’s a broad-based technology!”
It's silly anyway. The regressor's swordsmanship is a magical sword wielded by adding its own magic through a treasured sword.
As the regressor pulled Jizan vigorously, dozens of lightning bolts piercing through the stems were swung, scratching the ground like a giant hand.
“aah!”
“Heh heh heh heh heh… .”
The whole ground turned over, and the soldiers in the area trembled and fell. The military would now have to deal with the wounded while simultaneously attacking the enemy.
The ground turned upside down, the clouds flashed by lightning, and the humans who fell from electric shocks in it. I put my eyes on a tragedy that was too great to be caused by a single human.
“… There is a cognitive dissonance as to whether Shay is great or whether there is nothing wrong with the stopover. I wish Command would be as easy as this.”
“You just have to be careful about the sixth and the last. There are quite a few out there right now, so it shouldn’t make much of a difference.”
“Well, it’s because Shay is fighting. If you use your strength, weakness and strength skills well, you will be able to defeat everyone weaker than Shay! cheer up!”
“I said wide-ranging technology! You are the one who fights properly! How long are you going to be sulking?!”
I'm already doing my best. Raise your eyes to see people!
At a glance, there were already only soldiers or convulsive wounded left at the stop. Most of the laborers fled, and the Resistance seemed to have left on a belt.
When the enemy reached the point where it was difficult to find, a corps from the other side appeared to support the base. It was a well-equipped war force.
“Now, let’s get really into it. It would be a disappointment if I wasted energy because I was too excited.”
“There was a sense of excitement, and there was a sense of waste. Are you already disappointed that you did that knowingly?”
“It’s noisy! All right, take my hand! If the mage corps intercepts it, it will be troublesome, so I'll fly at full speed before that!”
“Wait. Why do I have to hold your hand when I'm flying? I hope, isn't it? It hangs from Shay-san’s hand and flies away!”
There's only one hand! Even when I hang on an iron rod, I don't hang with one hand!
Hanging on the hand of the regressor, I swayed back and forth, breaking the record for one-handed hanging.
They are having fun, together…