Chapter 203 – Episode 203: The Terror Live 2
Historically, there are inventions and discoveries that have saved billions of lives.
Nitrogen fertilizers, for example.
As the utilitarians say, humanity grows infinitely, but food does not.
It was common sense to argue that human beings would eventually head towards co-extinction due to food shortages.
In fact, before nitrogen fertilizer was developed, the human limit was said to be about 3.3 billion.
And ABO blood type.
In the medical world, where the failure of blood transfusion after surgery was regarded as simply luck.
It has been calculated that the discovery and establishment of the ABO blood group saved the lives of 1.1 billion people.
The contents of an old science magazine I read in a corner of the basement flashes through my head.
Why?
‘I didn’t know I would be treated like that.’
Because the magical power of the dream horse was converted into the form of a magic circle
Now, the academy is trying to find a way to heal the soul without the nightmare.
Until now, I didn’t think much of it because I just had to spray magic power for treatment.
It turned out that Lee Ha-rin and the wizards who were stuck in the lab every day were studying it.
Somehow, as I said above, I became a great man who saved billions of lives.
Somehow people’s reactions were more enthusiastic than I thought, I didn’t expect it to be this much.
‘I just thought it was at the level of a rather large welfare hospital.’
And that was why they were targeting me.
Doomsday bastards who have been fucking dogs since their previous lives.
Bastards who get seizures when they see constellations and incarnations that are helpful to mankind.
“Eighty years ago, there was an incident where the front line in the northern continent was greatly pushed back. It was not an external disaster, but an internal problem.”
“Anyway, they’re useless bastards on any level.”
“Yes, it is. People who believed that what the Maker of this world wanted was talent that blossomed in trials, and that mankind should live in suffering, not in comfort.”
In my previous life, there were quite a few people who went crazy because their brains were pickled in Nuka-Cola.
Those who claim that humanity’s future is to become one with the flesh monsters that produce mutants.
Bastards who opened the door of the shelter and lured the mutants with noise, light, and ultrasound.
It’s only natural that such people exist in this world.
From the time the history of the continent began to the present, monsters continue to invade.
Talent aside, of course there are idiots who believe in the apocalypse.
“What they did was horrific. They spatially connected the rear city and the northern front.”
“Then-“
Suddenly, the northern constellations come to mind.
A madman’s strategy to push forward while drinking drugs, believing in the fire support of the burning tyrant.
To Hwashin, drugs were neither legal nor illegal, but the northern part belonged to the gray zone.
The east is like an oriental fantasy, the Moorim people are rampaging
The West has knights and wizards and priests like a fantasy movie.
If the south is full of supernatural powers and shamans,
The northern part has a strong feeling that it is a mixed army that is crazy about firepower.
But what if monsters appear inside the city?
“Yes. Space battleship bombardment support is impossible. All they wanted was for a tyrant to wipe out the city…”
I’m thinking of pushing the small towns out, but I’m not pushing the big cities.
Still, the capital is left alone, so I wonder if I should consider this common sense.
When you think about it, an unexpected story comes to mind.
“At that time, do you know why they were aiming for the North?”
“Because the northern incarnations are at a disadvantage in urban combat?”
“Bitches aren’t that rational.”
“Then?”
“Because the burning tyrant adopted the only method of distributing points.”
The burning tyrant drives the newbie incarnation of the new constellation to the battleship and collects points.
Wasn’t I also helped to buy several incarnation contracts in the beginning?
Starting with Han Ye-ji, I did the point supply and demand for Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun on that battleship.
It is said that the justification is for one’s reputation and the supply of points, but now we can understand it.
The fact that you can’t even buy a battleship’s engine room with points earned for name value.
Intertwined with the banished snake’s heart, I became very famous, but the point was the rat tail.
So, the tyrant’s event was purely meant to encourage the new Constellation.
Giving a ride on a battleship can be seen as a kind of newbie welfare, like putting sleeves in.
“What about that?”
“Yes, it’s very likely that the remnants of the apocalypse were involved in this incident as well.”
“But that constellation…?”
“That red hair is most likely the face madam attached to the fallen constellation.”
I wonder if the first incarnation I made when I first arrived on the continent penetrated the academy.
At least, the snake’s heart, whose magical properties were fraudulent, took several years.
The remnants of a mad apocalypse who believe that the remaining human race grows through trials.
Eighty years ago, I opened a portal in the rear city and called in an army of monsters to fool the tyrant.
And now, 80 years later, I must have been seen as a thorn in the eye as I healed soldiers.
Because it heals the mental contamination suffered by active duty soldiers as well as veterans without harm,
Monsters specializing in mental attacks named Banshees and Specters pose no threat.
And to that extent, the soldiers’ sacrifices are reduced, the front lines are strengthened, and the rear is safe.
From the point of view of an apocalypse, there will be no bastard who can easily and simply prevent the apocalypse like me.
Just like the nitrogen fertilizer and ABO blood type mentioned earlier, mental contamination was completely blocked.
‘I am the number 1 constellation that saves the most humans selected by the apocalypse. Is this the situation?’
Of course, there must be a point that I am more easygoing than a tyrant who burns.
I’d rather not bomb the academy than murder the emperor who leads the space battleship.
Even if I think I’ve become an apocalypse, I can’t help but be.
Sneak on a heavily guarded island.
Sneak into a flying space cruiser beyond the thermosphere.
If someone comes and threatens with a knife, about 140 out of 100 people will go to the island.
After finishing the story, Svetlana quenches her throat with steaming tea.
As if savoring her, she gently closed her eyes. Looking at her, I opened her mouth this time.
“So, isn’t that all the messages the burning tyrant is sending me?”
“Whoops, why do you think so?”
“There’s no way that guy could do such an inefficient job. How could he call a big guy like you to tell him to be careful?”
“Well, that’s an interesting assessment. No one has ever portrayed the tyrant that way.”
If you put aside the frame of being a lunatic slayer who burned the planet
A burning tyrant can be seen as a man who is introverted and wiser than one might think.
Since it was a world where men and women were reversed, even the emperor was an insider who helped the empress.
Touching the SS at the academy and catching the murderer who escaped
Look at the incident in which he subdued the fallen constellation that was fighting against him.
All the tyrant did was send one of my incarnations as a victim.
Other than that, driving a battleship in the way of showing it to the continent and descending to the academy once
All the magic stones for entering the dream city were given to me as a reward for solving the case.
Even if you look at the magic stone embedded in Kim Ha-eun’s heart,
It can be seen as a reward with some goal.
A war hero whose name is written in textbooks and whose statue is built.
There would be no way to send such a great man as an errand boy-
That was my idea, and it seemed to fit to some extent.
“Yes, the story from just now is a simple explanation of the incident. Now I have to make a suggestion to the Constellation.”
The wrinkled fingers that had been fiddling with the set teacup slowly stopped.
A serene and well-groomed old woman sitting at a table and savoring the aroma of tea.
But when the lowered eyelids of her were raised again, it was a completely different feeling.
Her dark eyes, her turned red
It was more like a soldier suffering from nightmares than an old woman enjoying tranquility.
The look of hatred over and over again without being able to escape from the war that has ended.
“The Constellation has four incarnations. Most of the foundations there exist only in the academy, so he bet the incarnations of the continent to work with goods.”
“Right, so?”
The corner of the old woman’s wrinkled mouth lifted.
Even if you smile, it doesn’t feel like a smile.
“Why don’t you try using us this time. Just because we’re old doesn’t mean we’re rusty.”
“It’s still far from rusting. That bitch’s joints look rusty.”
“Should I lubricate that bone?”
Voices suddenly heard.
At the same time, the acrid smell that stimulates the tip of the nose.
It was the strong smell of gunpowder that could only be smelled at a military shooting range.
My incarnations, who were looking this way, wake up suddenly at the sudden voice.
I also raise my head and take a peek, and suddenly I see people standing behind Svetlana’s back her.
Old military uniforms, frayed woolen hats, bloody and torn flags, old faces covered with scars and eye patches.
“So, if I become a bait and pull them out…?”
“Would you trust these old men?”
Even among the demonstrators, veterans with faces I had never seen and magical patterns I had never felt.
There is a situation where the guards came to my room with a gun while guarding it.
I don’t know about anything else, but one of my stealth skills has definitely not rusted.
“One skill seems certain, but I have to believe it.”
Anyway, has this stupid academy been breached again?
