Chapter 128 – Parasite (4)
Parasite (4)
[29:20:53:33]
It is a time that cannot help but agree with the saying that time is like running water.
It seems like yesterday that we were making a fuss about how four days had already passed, but the system message announcing the temporary protection period already indicated the number ’29’.
One month.
I don’t think I did anything special, but half of the temporary protection period has passed.
Is that why?
Tick-
Tick-
The second hand echoes as you walk on the 8th floor of Hyundai Department Store.
In the children’s goods store, which would normally have been filled with the footsteps of families holding their children’s dainty hands, only footsteps resembling the second hand echoed quietly.
The 8th floor of Hyundai Department Store, where stores for children and outdoor are concentrated.
It was difficult to find traces of people thanks to the ambiguous height, which was neither the first floor nor the top floor.
No, to be precise—
It was hard to find any trace of people because I had driven all the survivors to the top floor.
The eighth floor, where only sticky darkness is thick.
As I walked toward my destination, the “Baby room,” I glanced at the temporary protection period once again.
It’s not that we wereted our time playing and eating because there was nothing special that came to our mind right away.
It was even more so now that Baeksan and a kind of ‘state of war’ were in place.
It is to expand the territory of the rock by arranging Eunpyeong-gu, the base, step by step.
In the process, the newly secured survivors are re-fostered as camp members of the rock that pays for their meals.
Even at the same time, he kept the dormitory area in check, wagging his tail like an asshole, and took away the power metallurgically.
The ‘rock’ was growing very steadily in an upward direction.
However, as the territory to be managed and the number of campers increased, the incidental time consumed in the process also increased.
Also, the threshold for recognizing ‘change’ has only increased.
As in the basement of the central library in the past, it is difficult to check the rise of each royal authority and each point–
Tring-!
[‘Banghwahwa’ has killed the zombies.]
[A Tribute of Obedience]
[You have earned 1 point.]
[‘Park Tae-ha’ has killed the zombie.]
[You have earned 1 point.]
Tring-!
[‘Kim Ha-yoon’ is ‘obeying’ you.]
[Factors of obedience: strong trust in the rock, very strong fear of death… ]
Now my kingship and points have become too vast, and the time to receive and receive supplies has become too short.
There is no dynamic change, but Banseok and I are growing very steadily.
Just like the rock in Eunpyeong-gu, the home base, the rock in Seodaemun-gu crawled in like a parasite is the same.
Now, like the night before a storm, we have entered a kind of lull.
Rock in Seodaemun-gu is also very steadily increasing in size.
Perhaps thanks to Yeon Si-woo’s diligent collection of flyers scattered throughout Seodaemun-gu, nearly 40 survivors gathered at the Hyundai Department Store.
It’s already been a week since we recruited new survivors and educated them.
There was one impression that I felt the most during that week.
Survivors were too clean.
Like a pure white drawing paper.
‘… Under.’
In an instant, a smirk escaped from the corner of his mouth.
I hurried my steps towards the children’s room with a smile on my lips.
It’s not a story about their faces or flirting.
The fact that most of them had been avoiding disaster by shutting themselves in one place for so long—
The fact that I knew about the monster called zombie, but I didn’t know it, and I knew it very poorly…
Also, their eyes filled with pure fear and anxiety—
It was so clean.
And perhaps as a civilian who survived in a corner, very obvious elements were very important to me.
It was a problem for those who took it for granted that they were clean.
They were so clean that I thought maybe they weren’t flyers scattered by Yeon Si-woo.
If I hadn’t been a little more meticulous, I would still be so mistaken.
Ugh-!
Vision brightens along with the familiar operating sound.
I quietly stared at the golden light that suddenly appeared in my dim vision.
My ability, my supernatural ability, that sprinkles brilliant light from my right hand.
Scepter.
“Do you have any concerns, President?”
A voice came from behind a step.
Goh Goh-hoon carefully asks me, holding the golden light that shines in the darkness just like me.
President.
I turned my head while repeating his last words, calling me by the name.
Goh Goh’s distinctive straight, torn eyes – cunning eyes.
He shook his head lightly, his eyes filled with worry.
“… No.”
If you think about it, it’s a strange coincidence.
About 40 survivors gathered from Seodaemun-gu, and about that many survivors of the early library.
In the meantime, I, who was an ordinary college student, was being called the president before I knew it.
Even if that was just a fake title without any public confidence, I was the current president of Banseokdae.
Of course, I know that the survivors of Seodaemun-gu, who don’t know that the title president is a roundabout expression of ‘king’, still tease me whenever I call them, and they flirt with each other, asking what kind of president a college student is…
Took.
“…”
I paused for a moment and turned my head again.
Hometown Hoon, who used to keep pace with my steps, also stops his steps and meets my gaze.
Goh Koh had no hesitation in calling me president.
On the contrary, whenever he calls me president, it is obvious that I am more filled with so-called ‘mulberry’ than I am.
If Koh Jang-hoon is alone in this appearance, it can be passed on to Koh Jang-hoon’s unique nature, but not only Koh Jang-hoon, but also the search team and strike team-
All the camp members who had been with me for a long time had no hesitation in calling me president.
“… President?”
Koh Goh, who carefully calls me.
I smiled lightly again and walked toward the children’s room that came into view.
Until you build such an absolute position.
Why was he able to rule as a king literally no one would refuse even if he were told not to be president tomorrow but to be called his majesty?
Kiki-Kik-Kik-
Every time I recall the reason, hallucinations ring in my ears.
Early in the morning, it reminds me of my body shaking with a creaking leash.
The library camp was neglected because it was easy to take control of a group with an incompetent leader.
It reminds me of a female student who gave up on herself in a bleak future, my voice whispering quietly to Park Tae-ha, and Ku Ye-ri’s puzzled question.
‘Taeha senior?’
The only answer to that question was Park Tae-ha’s rough breathing and stern hand.
A diary that lands lightly on a corpse and a strange funeral of zombies.
A gray metal pipe stuck in Seong Jong-hyun’s chest, and Paeng Hyun-jae’s face screaming and screaming.
Lee Yoo-jin, who collapses with her head crushed, and Cha Seol-hee and Cha Ha-in, who look at me with blank eyes.
It reminds me of Kim Han-byul’s face, who was sending desperate eyes through a window.
The remnants of the College of Agriculture, such as Kim Han-byeol and Go Ha-na, were just shaking their bodies as if they had intuited an ominous future.
And-
‘I feel sorry for you, one world.’
I remembered the guy’s eyes, which were sharp enough to make me feel uncomfortable even as he continued to vomit dark red blood.
The look of Nam Doyoon’s eyes as he looked up at me with unwavering calm eyes and the next words that came out as his unfortunate mouth opened—
─────.
He quietly closed and opened his eyes and moved Nam Doyoon’s face to the corner of his field of vision.
I’m just curious.
To reign effectively among men—
How cruel can one go in order to effectively increase the efficiency of humans who come and go even by raising and lowering the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees?
No, how cruel should we be?
“What about leftover food?”
“Assuming it doesn’t grow any more, we have 5 days left.”
Goh Koh Hoon answered my question without the slightest delay.
“Of course, as the president instructed, we have prepared to return to the rock for supplies.”
Seodaemun-gu has already lost all useful food and supplies to Baeksan.
In order to walk around Seodaemun-gu as a parasite, we also needed a smooth supply from our home base.
“If the supply preparations are all over, what are the search teams doing?”
“It’s the same as usual. We are conducting etiquette education as instructed.”
Etiquette education.
A smile came out even more because I knew the bloody meaning contained in that word.
I felt it painfully as I rallied the crowd and led the camp called the Rock, but when I lead people, the most important thing is not respect or trust, but fear.
Organizations and groups run smoothly only when they are always forcibly imprinted with rank.
In that sense, the search team, furthermore, the search team 1, who had been rolling under me from the beginning, are veterans.
Specialists in behavior who manage organizations and imprint their ranks from time to time.
In order to handle such specialists, the new camp members in Seodaemun-gu were far behind even if they had lower salaries.
As always, the survivors of Seodaemun-gu, of course, started a bit of an anarchy.
With a full stomach and a warm back, they begin to covet better conditions.
Similar to the Rock, the beginning was mildly dissatisfying.
That we eat better food, get a good bed and rest—
A murmuring about injustice.
And the survivors of Seodaemun-gu, who realized that their dissatisfaction was not their own delusion, gradually crossed the line.
As with most people, when you’re not alone, but in a crowd, you’re bound to lose a lot of fear.
Gradually, it became more common to openly complain about the search crews who were distributing food or to make petty remarks.
And at the center were male survivors rather than female survivors.
Furthermore, when they gossip in audible voices about the title of “President,” Or openly fight about the name of their academic background, which has now become obsolete, the search team they’ve been waiting for steps up.
Well, after that, there was no need to continue the supplementary explanation.
Comparing the search team, who faced zombies and crossed the line of fire as if they were eating a meal, and the survivors, who were plants in the greenhouse, was no different from an insult to the search team.
And after the survivors were clearly imprinted on their rank, etiquette education began.
I, and now the search team, began to manage discipline in the best way.
Setting an example and displaying the worst outcome to others.
Male survivors who took the lead in Seodaemun-gu took on the role of female students who had not yet realized the reality and stretched out in the library.
Just like Ahn Se-joon, the exhibition of violence started after building a clear justification.
Etiquette education, which had led to insulting me as the president and insulting Banseok University students as a Yonsei University student, was leading to the ambiguous justification of “There is no gratitude in the eyes.”
Even for such ambiguous reasons, there’s nothing they can do now.
There is no choice but to be beaten like a dog on the day of the ox until the search team’s anger is resolved.
“What about Linnea?”
Perhaps the most important question is asked at the Seodaemun-gu camp.
“Linnea is the same. She is still active as the patron deity of the female camp members.”
The guardian deity of female campers.
At the eunuch’s answer full of ridicule, I also had a slight sneer.
“… What about condoms?”
Then, he continued to ask rather random questions.
“The first item to be supplied from the rock is condoms. What had been piled up like a huge mountain suddenly has less than a small hill left.”
“Looks like you wrote it without much fanfare.”
A reward prepared for the 1st search team that entered the middle of enemy lines.
Perhaps, the best reward the search crew members were most looking for was running low.
And even with this short question and answer, I was able to clearly realize why Linnea is active as a guardian deity of female camp members.
“If you only look at what she does, there is no other Joan of Arc.”
Under my connivance, the search crews dragging the female survivors away every night.
With that alone, any idiot could figure out what the search crew and the missing female camper were doing.
Even more so, if it was Linnae, who has a smart brain, she would have noticed even more clearly.
Perhaps because of this, she was more angry than when she urged her to betray Namdo Yoon, and the face of Linnae, who had been arguing with me, came to mind.
The look in Linnea’s eyes as she glared at me with deep hatred for my intentional ignorance.
“Right now, rather than Jeanne d’Arc, you are a Nordic goddess.”
A member of a huge idol group called High Queens.
Huge fame that ordinary people don’t get easily always brings people together.
Cha Seol-hee, who had no such ability, was like that, and Cha Ha-yeon was like that, but it must be more severe for Linnea, who has a fighting-type ability following her reputation.
She is a blonde-haired beauty with a long, sharp sword.
It was almost obvious that female survivors would flock to the stereotypical goddess that could only be seen in Western mythology.
“Puhap- yes. Rather than Jeanne d’Arc, a Western goddess has descended into Hyundai Department Store.”
Goh Goh, who laughs as he agrees with my joke.
At the end of that crafty laugh, there was a destination.
[Children’s Lounge]
A nameplate that reflects my golden light faintly on the dark 8th floor.
“Go upstairs, gather all the kids, and wait.”
“Yes, President.”
I chinned upstairs to Koh Jang-hoon, who had been helping me until now.
Koh Goh-hun bows his head respectfully to me and goes back the way he came.
He looked at the dark back and turned his head again toward the door of the children’s lounge.
Chin-.
He put his hand on her doorknob with familiarity and remembered Linnea’s face.
The face of Rinnea, who had asked ‘Isn’t it necessary to do this?’ With a flushed face, turns into Nam Do-yoon’s face.
Nam Do-yoon speaks again with his mouth full of dark red blood.
A question from a while ago pops up on that gisaeng brother-like face.
To reign effectively among men—
How cruel can one go in order to effectively increase the efficiency of humans who come and go even by raising and lowering the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees?
No, how cruel should we be?
Awesome profit-
It was a question that had already been answered.
The door opened slowly with a faint creaking sound.
A doll enters the golden light spreading across the floor like dusk.
A nursery room that would have been full of amenities for the toddler and her parents.
A small table and two chairs were placed in an empty space that was now desolate.
And a naked woman tied to the chair was staring at me.
A gagged female survivor looking up at me as her body trembles.
The closer she gets, the more the smell fills her nose.
“Eup- uh-“
The woman spits out meaningless babbling and looks at me as she approaches me.
I stopped her steps at close range and caught her parched upper lip in my eyes.
A miserable figure who was banned from drinking water for a day as a punishment from yesterday.
Even in the midst of that, stare at the gag full of bites–
Poo-!
He pushed her body away with kicks.
“Ugh-! Ugh-!”
A woman who tumbles and rolls on the floor despite proper power control.
Thanks to that, it was blatantly noticeable that her breasts were swaying without a single layer of her clothes on.
Awesome!
Even as she gazes at it, she calmly drags the remaining chair and sits down.
“Wake up.”
She fluttered like a goldfish dragged to her floor in haste at my monotonous instructions.
I just sat and watched her ugly and pitiful gestures.
“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-!”
No minimum human rights –
A more pitiful look than the female survivors outside whom Linnea was frightened and angry with.
No, a more brutal sight.
Kik-!
I adjusted her stance with a light kick again.
She flops and somehow tries to get up from her seat, but she is pushed back by my kicking her.
With her face down on the floor, she just turns her torso to meet her gaze.
She stared into her eyes, filled with fear, and repeated her question for which the answer had been set.
How cruel can she be?
As I said earlier, this is a question that has already been answered.
Seong Jong-hyun, Paeng Hyun-jae, Lee Yu-jin, Nam Do-yoon―
Looking back at the faces of enemies passing by like a kaleidoscope, I remembered the answer.
It was a very simple answer, not too long.
“Hello, how are you Hyeji?”
Until I win.