Chapter 33 – Survival (4)
“Run!”
I stepped down at the signal.
A cold wind brushes your cheeks, and a fierce current wraps around your body.
The descent speed soon exceeded 200 km/h.
Below, the wing buildings looked like dots.
I ignored the roar that hit my ears and just kept my eyes on the altimeter.
Starting at about 35000ft (10000m), 30000ft, 25000ft….
The number dwindled rapidly.
‘Now.’
After freefalling, the parachute was deployed immediately upon reaching the designated altitude.
My body trembled and I felt a momentary pressure.
Slowly adjusting the air of the parachute, I landed at the target point.
Thud-
There was a powerful shock, like jumping off a building, but it didn’t feel much because I had my inner strength in advance.
One week.
From balloon descent to helicopter, then transport aircraft descent.
Lastly, the high-altitude descent and low-altitude spreading that have now been implemented.
It was the time it took for the cadets to get used to the descent.
Even the cadets who screamed in the training of the model tower now succeeded in descending skillfully.
Probably because they were warriors with exceptional talent, the speed at which they were mastered in the first place was unreasonable.
Above all, there was no concern about safety issues thanks to the ‘nameless’ professor who freely roamed the air.
Widely-
Chun Ha-yeon, who landed next to me, came this way.
“You don’t even need a parachute, do you?”
No matter how you look at it, Cheon Ha-yeon saw the parachute as just a decoration.
“I guess I don’t have to.”
“Did you do that too?”
“Still, being comfortable isn’t bad. Until you reach the stage where you can use natural energy, you must distribute your energy efficiently.”
“You are surprisingly open-minded.”
“Because you are uninhabited, you cannot live only in the mountains. Protestantism is especially less resistant to modern culture.”
It was as Cheon Ha-yeon said.
Singyo, which had settled in Jeju, was already the king of that place.
Shin-gyo, who became the ruler of Jeju under the connivance of the South Korean government, seems to have adapted well to modern society, even selling goods online.
In that respect, there was a difference even with the political faction, which was still a bit old-fashioned.
“It’s fun.”
As I was chatting with Cheon Ha-yeon, midsummer descended from the air and approached us.
It was as if he had been on a roller coaster with his slightly flushed expression.
“Whenever the model tower screams.”
“It was because it was so sudden. You didn’t even tell me.”
“Don’t be on your guard.”
“Ugh. Of course you are careful. But that professor is there anyway.”
Midsummer put her hands behind her back, and she said as she looked at the anonymous professor floating loftily in the air.
“It is, though.”
“What is that person? It’s not like the name is unknown. They don’t even introduce themselves properly.”
“…Well.”
An elderly professor in a tattered uniform. Looking at the movement, there was a part that I roughly guessed, so I asked Chun Ha-yeon.
“Cloud Dragon’s Great Eight Syllabus. Right?”
“Okay. Probably… One of the few survivors of the extinct Kunlun.”
The gatekeeper who blocked the Heavenly Demon Church located in the Tien Mountains of Xinjiang.
It was the Kunlun faction, but unlike the Cheonma Shinkyo, which quickly reorganized its battle lines and retreated to Korea, most of the Kunlun was imprisoned while guarding its headquarters.
Cheon Ha-yeon’s point of view was not so nice to see the great competitor of the past fall into disrepair, and bitterness emanated from her smile.
I didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it didn’t seem like a good thing to see that he was silent like a criminal.
***
“Is this right?”
Midsummer grabbed my wrist and tilted her head.
“Right.”
“Is the student council meeting usually held at a place like this?”
“Can it be?”
Right after her descent training with the 25th Special Missions Wing, she didn’t go back to the academy right away, but found another place.
Today was the day of the face-to-face meeting of the student council executives.
Instead of gathering at a bar and saying hello, she rented a bar.
Thanks to that, the place we arrived at was a bar with a luxurious feel.
“The scale is different. Aren’t you doing this with the cadets’ money?”
“Maybe there was a separate support coming in. If you use the student dues without permission, there will be an uproar.”
“Support? Where?”
“Alumni or Murim Alliance. Or maybe it’s the student council president Xabi. Let’s go in.”
“Ugh.”
Midsummer followed me with a slightly nervous expression.
“Mugong Kim, Midsummer Midsummer. Confirmed.”
At the entrance, a male bartender in a neat suit confirmed our identity and guided us inside.
“Five…!”
Midsummer beside him let out a small exclamation. Soft music played in the dimly lit interior.
It was a typical classic bar with a heavy atmosphere.
“It’s your first time coming to a place like this.”
“That’s because you don’t like alcohol.”
“You don’t know why everyone eats something that only tastes bitter.”
“There are many sweet cocktails.”
“Take me with you. Did you go alone?”
“You said it was annoying to go out before.”
The guy who farts gets angry.
When I asked to go to celebrate becoming an adult, he refused, saying it was annoying, and now seeing him do that with a pouty expression, it was quite bittersweet.
“I didn’t know it was like this. I thought it was just like a noisy club.”
“It’s not just one or two bars. If you search the Internet, everything will come out.”
“It’s annoying.”
After having a small talk, the bartender escorted us to our seats.
“Welcome.”
First, Mo Yong-seong, who was sitting at the table with a solemn attitude, greeted.
The long table centered on Mo Yong-seong, who was seated at the top table, was filled with strangers to the left and right.
“Sorry. I’m a little late because class ended late.”
I said hello like midsummer, went to an empty place and sat down.
A glass of whiskey was placed in front of each of them.
Maybe it was just the two of us in first grade, so I could feel the glances focused on us.
“Hello, junior.”
Beatrice, who sat near me like a ghost, waved his hand.
He responded with a small nod of his head.
After the first meeting with her, Beatrice acted like a solid senior, so she couldn’t see any gaps.
“Thank you for coming despite being busy. As this is the first meeting of the new semester, I hope you enjoy it comfortably. Beatrice.”
Mo Yongseong turned his gaze to Beatrice. Beatrice took one look at her audience and opened her mouth.
“I don’t think there are people who don’t know who I am. This is Beatrice, the vice president. There are new student council members today, so please briefly introduce yourself.”
Starting from the right of the student council president, the students stood up one by one and began to introduce themselves.
3rd grade representative Jin San-ho.
The 2nd year representative loser.
Muksudaeju Cheolmujin.
Choi Na-eun, who was in charge of general affairs, and others after the opening.
There were quite a few big giants.
After Midsummer and I briefly introduced ourselves, Mo Yong-seong, who had been listening quietly, stood up with a glass of whiskey.
“The spirit of righteousness!”
Then, as if toasting, he raised his glass and shouted.
“Thousand autumns!”
As if it had not been done once or twice, everyone naturally responded loudly to Mo Yong-seong’s toast.
“Baekdo 白道!”
“Under Heaven!”
“For the Murim Meng!”
“For!”
Except for midsummer, I drank whiskey at once.
He was holding a glass of whiskey with a fierce look on his face.
With a bunch of unmanned men holding their glasses and doing that, it reminded me of some sort of organized crime group meeting.
…No, it’s a gang, right?
After all, until the Gate incident, the Moorim people were no different from the powerful gangsters who operated in the dark.
“Yumma, calm down.”
She tapped the side of Midsummer, who was still bewildered.
“The image of the student council I imagined is a bit more…”
“More?”
“It was cute.”
Midsummer carefully raised her whiskey glass and sipped.
Mo Yong-seong came to our side and put his hand on my shoulder.
“If you want something to eat, you can order it as much as you like. You guys can be called the main characters today.”
“Thank you. Then I will do it without hesitation.”
“It’s okay to live on my own money. Our Moyong family has a lot of money. And it is forbidden to drive out Judok with a bet.”
Mo Yongseong raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
I think he was joking, but his expression was so serious that it didn’t sound like a joke at all.
“Brothers. Would you like a drink?”
After Mo Yong-seong left, Beatrice sneaked up next to me with a drink.
“Seniors. It’s too close.”
He immediately moved her hips to increase the distance.
“You can’t help but drink. Now, from midsummer juniors. It is forbidden to drive away by betting. Got it?”
Gurgling- Beatrice poured whiskey into her midsummer glass like a beer.
“Sir, senior?”
Midsummer’s eyes shook violently.
“Now, jjuuk- you’re not going to refuse my favor, are you?”
“Don’t eat if you don’t want to eat.”
Where are you going to force yourself to drink?
I immediately blocked it, took the cup of midsummer, and drank it.
The spicy yet strong scent of pit stung her nostrils.
Estimated degree of 60 degrees or more.
No matter how unmanned it is, it’s not normal since they gave you something like this to drink at once.
“Brother. Are you saying it’s your girl? Is it cool?”
“Wait, Kim Moo-gong. Change seats with me You were too attached.”
Midsummer opened her eyes and grabbed the sleeve of my dress.
“Okay. Don’t take what they give you. Drink in moderation.”
“Ugh.”
***
Haha! I’m glad you stopped these fucking criminals. If it wasn’t for that, our Muksudae would have lost their face!”
Leaving midsummer with Beatrice, I went around saying hello.
Right now, the person who laughed heartily while pounding my back with a fist like a pot lid was Cheolmujin, the owner of the Muksudae.
“No.”
“Aren’t you thinking of joining Muksudae? I’m not bragging, but if you’re from Muksudae, it’s easy to join the Moorimmaeng Strike Team after graduation!”
“I’ll think about it a little longer.”
“Sorry. Because of the Muksudae rules, though?”
Cheolmujin said while licking his lips.
“Yes. I don’t want to be tied down yet.”
The Muksudae was an organization like an army based on thorough top-down orders.
Compared to the rather free student council, there are many things to worry about the moment you enter Muksudae.
I hadn’t wanted to go there yet.
“Hmm, there are special assignment groups that are relatively free, so think about it.”
“All right.”
He nodded and shared a glass with Cheolmujin.
“Kim Mu-gong, you bastard…!”
Suddenly, Midsummer shouted so that all could be heard from Beatrice’s side.
“It looks like our beautiful juniors are very drunk.”
“Sorry.”
Cheolmujin laughed and gestured.
He took a deep breath and got up from his seat.
“I’m the only one…!”
Once again, midsummer’s twisted voice came to my ears.
