Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 15
EP.15 Because it was necessary, my mother invented it.
The regressor looked at me crookedly and said.
“It would be nice if the biological terminals were engraved, but I didn’t like it, but I ended up being bound by the military. Based on this information, it is not enough for the military to monitor every move, so even non-military countries will see it with a lot of vigilance. In countries hostile to the military, such as the Empire or the Federation, surveillance may be attached.”
I just said something else. I also said it as if passing by with a crooked posture.
“If you are not a person seeking asylum in a foreign country, it doesn’t matter much.”
The regressor glared at me. glared at me face to face
It’s okay to curse the military. Because that country is a similar country that drops even the most innocent sinners into the bottomless pit.
But I can’t stand cursing at my biometric device! I’m using biometric terminals and clothing packets not because I’m loyal to the military, but simply because it’s convenient!
“…In addition, being a biological terminal is a weakness in itself. A magical device that can affect my entire body. It’s only different in shape, but it’s no different from the slave engravings that existed in the past.”
what? So you’re saying I’m a slave? suddenly feel bad
I was also a person who wished several times a day that the kingdom would perish, and after I was imprisoned in Tantalus, I cursed the kingdom. If you count the number of crimes committed as petty criminals in the back alleys, the number will be many times as many as yours. Fraud gambling embezzlement blackmail bribery and more!
Are you treating me like a slave to the military? No, I am the worst misdemeanor in the military! The nature of sins is different from yours, but there are far more!
I was furious and fired.
“It went too far. So what in the world is safe? You can look at a tight suit and claim that it is a prison that holds me tight, and that a tie is no different than a leash around my neck. If that’s the case, then all the fountain pens in the world will have to be retrieved. They say the pen is mightier than the sword.”
The regressor leaned against the back of the chair and glared at me.
A burning hostility is stabbing me. It is chronic hatred. A dark shadow that always followed me through the thirteen deaths that I hated but did not disappear. The time spent in the shadow of the military still occupied a corner of her.
“…I wouldn’t know it was you.”
The regressor gave a cold gaze containing the emotions of several times. Her heart was so cold that it seemed it would never burn again.
His gaze chilled him, and he murmured to himself.
military country. What the hell did you guys do to make the regressor hate you? You have to be careful. The world is wide and there are individuals who can stand up against the country somewhere. For example, a regressor that recurs infinitely.
From now on, torture people a little bit and treat them a little better…
“The fact that the first thing the military used with biometric terminals was… torture.”
Faint traces Short, bold flashbacks. I read the past recalled by the regressor through mind reading. The first car quite a while ago. It reminds me of old memories of that time.
All I felt there was a fragmentary pain.
The only thought in my head is ‘It hurts.’ two letters at the end. Like bad performance art, it fills the last page black. with tattered scars.
I gulped.
It seems that you guys are already late.
I must leave this country as soon as possible. adios. If we break up, let’s never see each other again.
“The biological terminal is an Aki avatar that was forcibly opened from the outside through alchemy and magic. It’s my body’s alter ego. If you forcibly open the biological terminal and insert a specially made toxic substance… Heh, you can only give pain while saving your senses. When electricity is passed through, it spreads throughout the body in an instant. I’m sure the iron stick touches my wrist, but the tips of my toes curl up on their own. Kut. The military did not just develop mediocre technology. The fastest and most drastic development was the art of making weapons… and the art of inflicting pain.”
A dark feeling creeps in. To the point where the vampire forgot what to say and even the dull child raised his tail and noticed.
The vampire is silent.
However, it was clear where his heart was leaning. If the mind is expressed as a compass, the vampire’s needle points toward the regressor.
The regressor recalled the pain and repeated his thoughts despondently.
‘Everyone who suffered that torture died. I couldn’t stand it and committed suicide. Since that day, I have been carrying poison with me so that I can die painlessly at any time. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t forgive you. The
military ….’
If I had known, I wouldn’t have pretended to be an instructor. I can’t read such a painful memory!
Somehow, he threw a knife. Should I consider myself lucky that I am still alive?
The regressor clenched his fists. Strong enough to bleed to stop that hand shaking.
“Does this still need a biological terminal?”
‘If this man knows the darkness of the military and sides with them. Sooner or later, they will collide.’
The regressor is now measuring me. If you act recklessly here, you will be branded as an ‘enemy’ and suffer forever. For the regressor, this round is not the end.
Wouldn’t you believe me if I told you I wasn’t an instructor?
then.
put your voice on The pleasant voice that was about half a tone high was replaced in an instant as if it were a change of voice.
In the midst of rapid change, consciousness was initialized. He sighs and forcibly interrupts the conversation. If dialogue were a living creature, its death would be this. As if claiming that it had nothing to do with the past, a wall of silence was put up to widen the gap.
The end of one conversation and the beginning of the next.
After finishing the preparations, a new conversation was held.
“When biometric terminals and clothing packets were first created. No such use was envisaged.”
The voice is calm and yet warm, as if looking from afar.
He recited old stories with as deep a resonance as possible.
“The first person to invent the clothing packet is an old woman with a daughter-in-law. An old woman who ran a small linen store watched with pity as her daughter-in-law, who was not dexterous with her hands, sewed and washed clothes until her hands were sore. The lively and bright face of the daughter-in-law was always pensive. However, for the daughter-in-law, who had to help her son carry on the family business, sewing and washing were essential jobs. The old woman thought of a way for her daughter-in-law to get used to housework, but she couldn’t come up with a sharp number. In the meantime, the old woman gets a request for clothes from a nobleman.”
The steep slope and the sharp piece of rock are just a delicate description that decorates the gentle scenery when viewed from a distance. The story alone will not be able to contain all the tears and pain shed in the meantime.
However, even if only part of the emotions are included, a single story cannot move someone’s emotions.
“The noble ordered the most splendid and beautiful clothes the old woman could make. The old woman who heard the order was stunned. Because it had all sorts of decorations attached to it, and it couldn’t be called clothing no matter how you look at it. The old woman prostrated herself before the nobleman and replied.”
I cannot make this garment with my own strength.
build it
The cloth and thread are entangled and twisted here and there like fighting dogs, so even if you put it on like this, you can’t put it on or take it off.
No problem. build it
There are so many threads that even the smallest child who can hold a needle cannot squeeze through them.
No problem. build it
All the silks and fabrics of different origins are entangled like one body, so even if they are dirty, they must not come into contact with water, and even the hands of a brush cannot wipe them off.
No problem. build it
Why do you want clothes that can never be worn again, can’t be repaired, or can’t be cleaned?
It’s just to write one day at a time. When the day is over, I will take it off, tear it up, and bury it in the ground. Your worries are unnecessary.
It is an abomination that cannot be called a garment.
No problem. build it
As if he were a pansori singer, he continues the dialogue alone. He quenched his burning throat with saliva and continued talking.
“It was an unusual order from a capricious nobleman. It was an order that was difficult for anyone in the world to accept easily. You could ignore it as a quirk or reject it as unreasonable. However, it was an inspiration that came miraculously to the old woman who had been devising for a long time for her daughter-in-law.”
A daughter-in-law who is not good at laundry and sewing because she is not good with her hands. The old woman, though bruised on the outside, secretly swallowed tears when she saw the blood and water droplets on her sleeve.
“If you wear your clothes for one day and throw them away, you don’t have to do laundry or sew.”
Reaches Cheonuimu Peak.
“It was impossible. That would have been impossible. Instead of building new clothes every time you wear them and taking them off, dismantle them with alchemy. Does it make sense? It couldn’t have been that easy. It must have been very difficult. The old woman should have burned all the rest of her life. I would have picked up the needle again at an age when my eyes were dimmed and I was considering retirement. He has skills that are close to that of the arts, but his age is regrettable. There were dozens of needle holes in my trembling hands, and unlike when I was young, they did not heal easily. There was never a day when the blood was dry.”
I stopped breathing on purpose. Then he held up the hole in my body again.
To let you know what’s in this little hole.
“The essence of a biological terminal is a wound pierced by a needle. The identity of the clothing packet is the clothes made for the daughter-in-law. The military just made it a bit more… hextech.”
It is the military that created all the bad things in the world.
But until bad becomes bad.
It was a much smaller and more precious heart.
I approached the regressor. Then, he reverse summoned the clothing packet. As if someone were pulling the stitches all over my body all at once, the fibers came loose and flocked to my left hand. Just as a silkworm makes a cocoon and a spider wraps around its prey. The thin thread went from translucent to opaque and returned to a small bead.
After a few steps I was back in my cheap shirt and shorts.
With a tap, the instructor’s uniform packet came out of the biological terminal. I grabbed it and stood in front of the regressor’s desk.
“I can’t represent the military, and Shay’s trainees can’t represent all those who have suffered. Even so, I will ask for your forgiveness.”
It’s not something I did. However, since I also belong there, I will ask for forgiveness as much as I do.
With that in mind, I took the hand of the regressor. to find the biological terminal.
The regressor silently watched what I was doing.
“The sins of those who heated up the warmest achievements in the world to hellfire.”
Put your finger where the biological terminal should be.
oh it’s smooth Not even a hole, I feel only the pulsating pulse.
I was puzzled and asked.
“what. You don’t have a biological terminal, do you?”
why not weird. Clearly, the memories of being tortured remained vivid.
As I was about to tilt my head, the regressor took his hand away in a panic.
“Oh no. for a moment.”
‘I was tortured the second time, when I ran amok without knowing anything… Now I didn’t get the treatment in the first place.’
Oh right.
You were tortured in the previous episode, right? I was so absorbed in the thoughts and memories I heard that I forgot about them for a while. It must have been such a strong memory.
Having grasped the situation, I stopped talking and looked at the regressor tremblingly. The regressor was also looking at me with difficulty, as if this atmosphere was very awkward.
what. Then my appearance becomes funny.
You set the mood by reading thoughts on your own and empathizing with them too much. I knew the regressor was tortured. No, it’s true that he was tortured. during the last round.
This episode, rather, I’ve been playing around with it.
The story suddenly got complicated. The regressor told a lie that could not be explained except by regression, and I found out something that could not be explained except by mind reading.
What should I do? What if I get discovered that I’m a mind reader?
After thinking for a while, I waved my arms and shouted out loud.
“liar! Talk like you’ve been tortured! I thought you were the one tortured!”
Rather angry!
In order to show off that I was tricked by the regressor, I stomped my feet loudly and shouted.
“What is torture! I don’t even have a biological terminal! ok? How are you going to put something in this sleek wrist!”
“This one.”
“You wanted to be so bluffing? Or are you trying to take away even the painful wounds of being tortured? Using it as a citation to decorate your life? What shame! Poverty followed by torture and suffering were stolen!”
“Wait! I’m sure!”
“For sure?”
When I raised my head and questioned him, the regressor pursed his lips with an unfair expression. But she couldn’t put her thoughts into words.
‘Still… I can’t tell you that I can regress!’
Of course. The return of a regressor must be a secret that must be hidden until the very end.
So how are you going to explain it? How are you going to get out of this predicament that I’ve put you into?
The answer was quite simple.
bang!
The regressor threw himself away and fled. It means that he escaped (physically).
after. I never thought I would jump with a means I couldn’t resist. I ate a room.
[It was a very interesting story.]
The vampire, who had been listening to the story, approached me happily, as if he really liked my class today.
[It’s rewarding to break the confinement and go out. However, I haven’t heard the end of the story yet. So what happened to the old woman?]
“Ahaha.”
[…why are you laughing?]
“No. I wonder why you call me an old woman. He was still a man of modern times. Even if you were still alive, you would be less than 200 years old. Much younger than the Tyrkanjaka trainees. So don’t call me old lady, call me kid. hey god How can you treat someone like that like a kid…”
Bang!
The vampire broke the outer wall of the building and left. he ran away
after. With just a mouthful, he made a woman and a corpse escape. If someone sees me, they’ll be proud.
By the way, that coffin is made of wood, but how could it break the concrete wall and be fine? It feels like a violation of common sense.
“This is vandalism… I don’t know. Let it be.”
I’m not the military budget department, so I’ll take care of it myself. All you need is a place to sleep.
“Okay now…”
He approached Aji, who was dozing off in the back of the classroom. As they got closer, Aji’s tail began to wag. Then her ears perked up, Aji looked up, noticed my approach, and jumped up.
Judging by the saliva flowing down his mouth, it seems that he has realized the good fortune today as well. I said, avoiding Aji who was trying to rub his spittle on my hand.
“Ah. Did you enjoy your class?”
“bruise!”
“Can you tell me what class I did today?”
“bruise!”
“Are you telling me not to expect anything at all?”
“huh!”
“…It’s a bit annoying to talk to people only at times like this.”
“mad?”
“okay! I’m angry, you mutt! Think about listening!”
“mutt?! wow! Whoa!”
Whew. What to do with this mutt
It is very docile and follows humans well, but according to what we saw in the future of the regressor, this guy also turns into a beast that can tear humans apart.
I don’t know why this happens, but anyway, it’s a future that needs to be prevented. I thought it would be okay if I put some common sense into Aji.
“I am crazy. Even the person who made the proverb that says, “It takes three years for Seodang dog to recite Poongwol,” would be criticized for not knowing the metaphor if he brought a real dog to it.”
As I was scratching my head, Aji stretched his upper body and barked fiercely.
“bruise! Woof woof! bruise!”
Aji’s eyes were on my left wrist.
if? Did you take a class and figure out what this is?
I showed my left wrist to Aji with a half-doubt.
“why. Do you even remember okay. Look. This is what is called a biometric terminal, and if you insert a packet of clothing into it.”
“yes!”
“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
With the sensation of sharp, hard fangs digging holes in my body.
I ended up losing my mind.