The inside of the meta-conveyor belt is also called the dark zone. Unlike the Mist Principality, its name is entirely symbolic. The dark zone isn't chewy at all. In fact, it is much brighter than other areas.
Lights to keep you working at night.
A searchlight to track a person running away.
A lighthouse guarding the laborers from a tall towering spire.
Even at night, the future is bright, but paradoxically, this land is a dark area. People in the Inner Circle cannot get out of the belt until they have served their sentences. So what happens on the inside doesn't propagate out of the belt.
So it's a dark area. The void created by the absence of information.
Unlike the idyllic outside of the belt, the inside is the land of laborers brought in for breaking the rules or for transgression. There are a lot of people who continue to work as punishment without being able to obtain even the minimum of freedom.
“Heh heh, heh heh.”
The communal farm is home to one of the Seven Great Inventions of the Army, the Chimera Bean. Soybeans with large seeds are so luscious that the farmer who raised them would feel full just by looking at them.
But the laborer was not a farmer, and there was no reward in plowing the fields and harvesting the crops. This field isn't his, and he didn't want it, because he forced it.
Chimeric beans are fast-growing and yield high yields, but require large amounts of moisture and enormous labor. If you don't trim the twigs regularly, the vines will go wild and fall under their own weight. It's his job to drive out birds and bugs that prey on soybeans that have grown so overgrown.
As a prisoner and laborer, he desperately broke the branches of the Chimera Bean while exhausted. He did simple labor and recalled how he got here.
With a grain of power, he beat the supervisor who was demanding a bribe. Full of blood, he couldn't stand it. He had no regrets when his hard fists slammed the supervisor's chin in the head.
But now, a year later, he regrets that day every moment.
If I hadn't used my hands back then, I wouldn't have been through this now.
He can't even find a piece of the emotion of anger that has brought the situation to this point. I just hope that this day will pass quickly, that this hard labor will end sooner.
Rather, as soon as I think of the word run away, fear strikes me. Escape shouldn't even come to mind. Aside from that searchlight that watches all directions, it is because I have seen many times that those who disobey orders are being dragged further inward.
I don't know what's inside, but one thing is for sure… The fact that one year has passed and no one has returned. That made him even more afraid.
If only there was one consolation… The fact that the inspector he had beaten, who dared to take bribes from the military, was dragged into the depths and disappeared. That's just a small consolation.
Only the military can exploit anyone in the military. He thought so with a clouded mind and cut the bushes with a blunt sickle.
That was then.
“Military signal officer Io informs all the workers. All laborers must stop what they are doing and return to their homes immediately. Repeat. All workers who are currently on labor should return to their accommodation immediately. This is a command. More than.”
He doubted his ears. For military workers, early termination of labor is like a god. In the sense that you always look for it, but you don't find it. But, suddenly, he met God.
Perhaps he heard something wrong, he looked up at the sky. It was still bright. He had to stay a while longer until the end of the job.
The supervisor wrote evil. It was enough to cause cognitive dissonance in ordinary laborers when they shouted that they could be penalized if they did not go to rest immediately. He took his tools and went to rest with all his might.
“Because I live, there are days like this.”
Truly, a very, very, very unexpected fortune. That was all, but somehow he felt more livable.
A gunman without a gunner is powerless. Not even a check against the enemy. Intermittent bullets struck the outer wall of the wagon, but the hull, which was otherwise difficult to penetrate, was currently under Tyr's control. The bullets that struck the alchemy steel reinforced with stingy magical powers only bounced off in vain.
So holding the steering wheel and running forward, I found an obstacle blocking the road ahead. It was a grid of alchemy iron diamonds and a large barricade.
I immediately cried.
“Mr Shay! The road is cut off!”
“I know.”
The returnee immediately kicked off his seat, jumped up and stood with his feet on the bonnet in front of the wagon. Extending her jizzan to the side, she stretched out her arms and threw the jizzan as her wagon got close enough to her barricade.
Earthworms, scythes.
Jizan flew round and round and collided with a barricade.
At that moment, barricades and diamonds made a squeaking sound and jumped out in all directions. The sword, which is light only to those who are recognized, feels as heavy as a large carriage to other beings. What if it spins and flies?
Barricades or whatever, in front of the rotating Jizan, he was just a scarecrow. The heaviest thresher ever produced by the earth furiously harvests steel crops.
Louds and roars, and scattered steel shards. In the scene of that gruesome destruction, I stepped on the pedal even more.
“Breaking through! Everyone get ready… Kuek!”
The car rattled and hit his head in the wind. It was because the remnant had left the debris even after the returner had cleaned it up like that.
Even the smallest bumps and bumps give only the shock of being kicked in the ass… Is it something that people made to ride? No, in the first place, the military does not regard military citizens as people.
“This guy’s car… ! Mr Shay! Isn't there a better means of transportation other than this cheap wagon? It’s crazy to run with all of this!”
“Is there anything like that?”
The regressor stood with his feet on the side of the carriage, stretched out and grabbed Jizan from the ground. It was a skill like a stunt.
The returnee who recovered Jizan returned to the passenger seat. I grumbled as I grabbed the steering wheel.
“Or a flying tool! As I saw earlier, it flew well with the wind!”
“There are a lot of people now. The heavier it is, the harder it is to ride the wind.”
“You can use more power!”
“I’m just telling you to use it because it’s not your strength… .”
The returnee's eyes widened from snoring. She immediately stretched out her arm and leaned her body against mine.
“Dangerous!”
The returner who removed me from the oblique line stretched out the cherry blossoms through the gap.
A thousand swords, four days.
An intangible sword shot from the Cheoneng passed past my nose. For a moment, my vision blurred, and a loud explosion was heard in the distance. The shells that flew towards us exploded in mid-air. For a moment, I felt a warm sensation on my left cheek.
“Those children must have been trying to sniper with a barricade! Heh, it's not too late! Who says that's right!”
The regressor who snorts and speaks proudly was a little cool today. I said my honest opinion.
“Shay, it’s a little cool. I think you will fall in love.”
“Yes?! Don't talk nonsense until this dangerous moment! Just focus on driving!”
When I was told to focus only on driving, I glanced away and saw a mobile cannon with a cannon mounted on top of the wagon aimed at this direction. As the regressor said, it seems that it was an operation to isolate us from the road and then fire the shells unilaterally.
I pedaled further.
“It's not on the road over there. I don't think I'll be able to follow that far. Why don't you just keep intercepting and get out of here?”
“That’s a bit reluctant.”
“I can not? Was it a coincidence that you just did it?”
“no it's not! It's a trick of dressing. You've explained it too, you know? It's not difficult to hit something in the empty space if you use the trick of the outfit. That's why we can't fly in the sky for fear of being intercepted… .”
The returner murmured as if he was sorry.
So, if it wasn't for the risk of being intercepted, it would have flown through the sky. It wasn't a bootleg. I must have misunderstood you
“But it consumes energy and concentration, so I don’t want to hit them one by one. How about trusting in Tirkanjaka and getting through it with my body?”
“My body?”
“I was talking about a car body, but if your body can withstand it, it would be better.”
“It’s nonsense. I am a weak creature. If you get hit by a shell, you can't stand it, and even if you get hit by a car, the impact will disturb your driving! Please cherish it!”
“It’s okay, I can’t.”
“Speak of course! Hurry up and get it done!”
Hearing my prompting, the regressor seemed to want to do so, but he looked forward worriedly about what was on his mind.
“I would like to, too, if I leave here.”
“Ah! You can't break through the next barricade! Then I'm in danger! Please continue to be by my side from now on! You can’t go anywhere!”
“That, so. Why are you always talking like that? . Shit, anyway. I don't want to use magic, but I'll call thunderbolt… .”
It was then that the returner was about to call out thunderbolt. With the sound of hissing words, the white horse that was following the carriage broke out of the ranks and started running over there. Above it were the princess and Shiati riding side by side.
The returner said as if he had just remembered.
“right. Was there any resistance? Let’s leave it over there.”
“Will it be the two of you? The princess doesn't look like she's helplessly strong… ?”
I said in an ugly tone.
Of course. Shiati seemed to have acquired a new ability while participating in the Resistance, but the pink haired princess used to rush into danger without much help as if she had a flower garden on her head. You have to be unreasonable, if you believe that, you're an idiot.
Seeing me being suspicious, the regressor reacted like it was funny.
“Is there something you don’t know? fufu. Well, this isn't easy to figure out. Even the princess herself doesn't know.”
“What is it, that?”
“Can you tell me? Can you tell me if I ask you politely?”
I got annoyed by pretending to be good, so I just read it from the beginning.
The knowledge I learned in the previous episode is invisible to my mind reading, but now I can read it thanks to the regressor recalling those memories.
'Princess is the horse of the Grandiomor royal family. The Grandiomor royal family was one of the five monarchs who overthrew the human king. In particular, the last remaining blood, the princess, has the ability to evade human hostility.'
Ability to dodge enemies? I saw a white horse running in a straight line toward the enemy again.
The artillery seemed to be a little worried. Will you intercept the white horse running towards them, or will you attack the carriage running towards the receiving department?
In the carriage, the returner who detonated flying shells in mid-air still shines in his eyes. It would be a reasonable decision to intercept the white horse even to protect himself.
However, the artillery did not change the muzzle. I tenaciously aimed only at this side and prepared the next one.
I said after confirming that feeling with a side glare.
“Is this an ability that cannot be attacked by any chance?”
“Is it pretty similar? how did you know?”
“Because the muzzle still faces this way even when the rider is looking for it!”
Artillery, like gunnery, is not recognized for its effectiveness. Loud and slow shells are useful only when the opponent is crowded, and those who say they are a bit strong in the meantime can hit or catch the shells.
Still better than a gunner. At least, the cannon had the power to smash the wall or the carriage on the way.
Just like now!
“It is precisely the ability to dodge the enemy. The power to be less betrayed by her, feel the least dangerous when attacked, and to be more generous with her. It is an ability possessed only by those who inherit the lineage of the ancient kings. She is also the reason the Grandio Mor royal lineage was able to continue for so long… .”
“It doesn't matter now! The enmity that escaped that way is heading this way! Because we are in danger!”
That was when I cried out.
Shiati, who was running behind the princess, took off the glove on her left hand. Instead of the right hand with a prosthetic arm, the left hand with various scars was revealed.
The most notable among them was the twisted knuckle of the left hand.
An ugly finger that stands out from a distance. When everyone is watching her act.
Shiati raised her hand so that everyone could see it, and she snapped the little finger of her left hand 'up'.
At the same time, the barrel of the main gun was broken. Very similar to Shiati's fingers, clattering upwards.
A roar occurred. The gun barrel, forged from steel to withstand the aftermath of the explosion, was bent like Shiati's fingers and looked up at the sky. Red flames and smoke erupted from the shells inside.
Shiati put on the gloves again. When she announced something of her, her princess turned her rider and returned this way. He defeated the enemy's target, but the princess's expression did not look very good.