Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 150

EP.150 The road flows with the traveler – 6

Humans are creatures that sleep.

Sleep is a must if you are alive. It can be postponed, but it cannot be rejected forever. Even if it is in the middle of a flowing street.

Being able to sleep on the go is in itself a blessing and a curse at the same time. Humans are obliged to sleep even under these circumstances.

It was when I was moaning at the harsh vibrations felt throughout my body.

“Get up. Wake up…”

A hand urgently touches my shoulder at the urgency of the voice. And a voice whispering in my ear.

oh what I mean, don’t disturb my sleep. The lack of quality of sleep can only be made up with quantity.

I twisted my body and muttered.

“Ten more minutes…”

However, even I couldn’t help but wake up to the words that followed.

“…a robber. Wake up.”

“Eh? robbery?”

Meta conveyor belts and highwaymen.

There is a huge gap between those two words.

There was a time when the vain inventions of railroads and trains appeared. The intention of making a road with steel and allowing vehicles to come and go on it is the two lines leading to the heaven of goodness.

It quickly disappeared into the back of history because of things like animals biting railroad tracks out of curiosity, or spies from enemy countries disguised as animals doing terrorism, or bandits with a lot of time and no money attacking them.

Compared to that, this meta conveyor belt can be said to be a near-perfect invention.

Even ill-wishers cannot damage the meta conveyor belt. If you damage the road in the middle, it will just flow or be filled. If you really want to stop this flow, you must be prepared to dig up the land.

It is an allophone synonym for the impossible.

It’s hard to get on top of the belt. Unlike a train that stops moving when a railroad track is blocked and only rolls its wheels, the flowing ground goes its own way without paying attention to what it does.

Even if the cliff is collapsed, the road is not blocked, and the cliff continues to flow, so humans must somehow move to match the ground.

It is also difficult to find a target. Loaded on the meta conveyor belt are numerous items coming and going from all over the military. Unlike railways, where passing trains are treasure chests, there is no way to know what cargo is in which container if you don’t have a penetrating eye.

Even the people who use the road here are ordinary soldiers.

How did you get through all these difficulties and steal the goods? Congratulations. Now you just have to lead your tired body and jump down with the heavy backpack hanging on your back.

At that time, the horse or carriage you were riding in will be pushed back a long time. Instead, the troops of the military might be waiting.

Therefore, the highway robbery of the meta conveyor belt has become a group with strong organizational power that dreams of overthrowing the state….

For example. like the resistance.

what?

“resistance?”

“Presumptive affirmation! They are falling from above…!”

when the captain says

“Yaaaa!”

A cheering sound came from above.

It was a time when the sky had not yet brightened. The morning came late because we were passing through the valley, and people who were not awake rubbed their eyes and looked around at the gloomy fog.

But the intruder came from above.

Up to ten people from afar poured down, hanging themselves from ropes.

He must have practiced beforehand. The rope draws a precisely calculated trajectory and runs along with the belt, taking a narrow turn just before hitting the ground. Landing on the belt, they let go of the rope in unison and rolled on the ground.

And as they stood up, they had bayonets clutched one by one in their hands.

Only one person landed softly, scratching the ground with a long spear instead of a gun.

The Resistance, who climbed down on the rope like monkeys and sat lightly, pointed their guns in all directions and shouted.

“Everybody stop!”

what the. All insignificant things attack us.

I was still watching the one-day puppies that blocked my way.

“Raise your hands and get down on your knees!”

I followed obediently as instructed. Guns don’t have hearts. cancer.

As their eyes met, the frightened mother hugged her son tightly. The mother was so terrified that she almost wept.

The man with the spear, who seemed to be the captain, said with a reassuring smile toward the hat.

“We are the Resistance. A friend of the people. We have no intention of harming you non-soldiers.”

Meanwhile, behind him, other resistance members used large axes and tools to tear apart the cargo. The tightly sealed container shattered, revealing several carefully wrapped boxes inside. Most of the Resistance, except for the captain, went inside with lamps.

In the meantime, the captain counted the number of people while aiming the spear.

“Two civilians. one sapper. This is…”

“Civilians! citizen! We are going back home in Amittengrad!”

The captain hit the head before he could say anything. Me and the captain, still shirtless in their loose clothes, looked like perfect civilians.

Captain Resistance muttered as he looked around.

“Are there any soldiers? Well, there are no soldiers going in this direction right now.”

‘So we also aimed for this opportunity. I was lucky.’

The captain let go of his guard a little and threw a sharp gaze in all directions and said.

“Stay still. We are the Resistance. We are reclaiming the kingdom’s rightful possessions.”

The old sapper who suffered a blow asked back.

“Kingdom?”

“Yes. Bondi everything in the kingdom is the property of the kingdom. It is getting back what the military state has unfairly occupied.”

Several human groups are gathered in the Resistance, which is trying to overthrow the military.

Knights of the Old Kingdom, young men full of spirit, dregs driven out by the military. Each had different reasons, but in the end, those who could not live under the same sky as the military came together and formed a force.

Of course, the ones with the greatest power among them were the knights who had vested interests in the old era.

the king’s spearman.

It is only natural that the knights, who possessed both wealth and power and might, became the focal point.

“The military was cowardly, and when the local knights were holding their positions, they made a surprise move and destroyed the country. If all the local knights had gathered at the capital, the riot of the soldiers would have ended in a simple commotion. What is the difference between stealing the country and stealing it?”

Knights were the ruling class of the country and at the same time the lord of the territory.

At the time of the coup, there were many knights in other provinces, and when the military government took power, they resisted them or hid themselves with money and retainers. That power became a spear point directed at the military state, and the military state in the early days of the administration was very staggered inside and out.

Right now, the only thing stumbling around is the Resistance.

In any case, Lord Balzroy, the leader of the Resistance, murmured dissatisfiedly, exuding sharp momentum.

“What do you know if you talk to the ignorant villagers? Just as you did when the kingdom fell, hold your breath and stay still. A villager who knows neither honor nor glory…”

Lord Balzroy, dressed in chivalrous arrogance, watched us, unmoving a finger as the other Resistance robbed the container.

As if the noble self couldn’t do such chores.

It was around the time that the inside of the container gradually became noisy. The captain standing next to me flinched.

‘Even though it’s a signal soldier, the main officer is a captain of the military. You must be faithful to your duty.’

what? Why all of a sudden?

for a moment. isn’t it? Maybe it’s not what I think?

‘The main officer is a communications soldier, but a captain nonetheless. We cannot condone the fact that the rebels are trying to steal the military’s assets.’

The captain, who made up his mind against my wishes, got up. Then, I tried to insert the clothing packet from my hand into the biometric terminal.

Just before Lord Balzroy, who had sensed it, tried to move his hand.

“Wow!”

I quickly hugged the captain and rolled on the ground. I grabbed the fist so that I couldn’t open my hand, and with my other hand, I blocked the captain’s mouth and crushed it with my weight.

The captain who was subdued by me twisted his body and shouted.

“Let go!”

“sorry! My Ppi has an anxiety disorder!”

Are you really crazy!

The opponent is a knight who was once the ruling class of the kingdom. Even if you are a captain who has been promoted normally, you will be defeated, but how can you deal with a signal soldier who is a water captain among the captains! Why are you even going to hit it on your eardrum? That’s a win win!

As the captain and I grappled, Lord Balzroy held out his spear and said,

“What are you doing?”

“Never mind! I have seizure symptoms! I’m holding on just in case! evil!”

damn bitten But I clenched my teeth and covered the captain’s mouth.

The captain beneath me uttered an inaudible cry.

‘Let go! The main building is a soldier of the military! You must do your duty!’

Duty is also duty. It’s dog death! Why do you want to come forward when you can’t even fight? to die?

‘The main officer must either commit suicide immediately upon being discovered, or kill you who found the main officer and brought him back to life. That is the duty of a signalman dealing with the most important secrets!’

for a moment. why is that here

…ah. no way.

‘But so far the main building has not been faithful to its duty. I was excited about being out of the world, so I put off the moment of choice that I had to make someday. It’s like turning your eyes to your duty. But even now we can’t.’

Tsk.

It’s like a goddamn army. What did you do to make people like this?

‘if. If you die resisting the resistance. Also, the main building must be faithful to its duty. Then the main building doesn’t have to suffer any more. Now is your only chance to live. So let go!’

It was when the captain who made that decision was about to shake me off and get up.

Before that, the old sapper got up. The sapper looked at the Resistance and Lord Balzroy as they dismantled the container with a tired expression.

“…Did you say you were ignorant?”

A sapper whose muzzle was aimed indistinctly.

The only difference between the captain and the sapper was that I was there to stop him from doing crazy things. The sapper in front of the Resistance muttered the joys and sorrows of life.

“My older brother died during the construction of the meta conveyor belt. I fell into the flowing ground and my whole body was crushed. It’s like a person being ground alive… The sight is still good in my eyes. On days when I have spare time, I remember my older brother by strolling on it in the name of repairing the belt. I still… resent the military. The military government that took away my older brother and colleagues through unreasonable construction.”

“Ohh. Weeds grow even in the mud. It seems there is someone who has finally realized it.”

Hearing negative comments about the military, Lord Balzroy was very pleased. After all, there’s nothing like swearing together to get close to someone.

“Are you going to commit to the resistance? The Resistance always welcomes technicians like you…”

“But. No matter how resentful the military is.”

The sapper mercilessly distorted his wrinkled face. Red-hot anger was carved into every trace of suffering on his face.

The sapper gritted his teeth and answered with unprecedented hatred and contempt.

“It is a hundred times better than the kingdom of horojabs.”

“…what?”

Lord Balzroy’s expression cracked.

While facing the murderous feeling felt by the knight, the sapper let out a scream condensed in the long years. It was the increasingly forgotten cry of one who remembers the past era of hatred and dueling before times changed.

“Yeah, the things I catch with this number. But my older brother died while working as a carpenter. It died horribly, but at least it wasn’t miserable! But you bastards who condescend to be knights! It’s better than killing people like toys!”

Lord Balzroy’s face turned red after being beaten. He strode toward the sapper, clutching the spear pole.

“…Looks like he wants to die.”

While facing the knight with the intent to kill, the sapper shouted loudly with a bloodstain standing on his neck.

“okay! kill me! The kingdom that ate the bastard and the bastards! Just like I killed my father and mother. Kill me too!”

“If you wish.”

Lord Balzroy took off his glove and threw it in front of the sapper. There was a slap and the sound of leather gloves clashing.

The age of knights in the kingdom days. A time when power was national power and power.

Even in those days there were laws, but they were rarely enforced. Instead, a trial in the name of a duel prevailed.

They compete against each other and the winner takes everything. Whoever wins is truth and justice, and this is done in the name of God.

Lord Balzroy threw down his gloves, grabbed the spear with his bare hands, and aimed at the sapper.

“It’s a duel. Bugs. Raise your arms.”

The military state forbids personal duels. Therefore, citizens born after the military rule do not know what a duel is and what it means.

However, those who have lived since the days of the kingdom instinctively trembled when they saw the system that took the most lives in the kingdom.

To the sapper, who flinched as if frightened, Lord Baltzroy recited the sentence of the duel in short form.

“Challenge. Victory is justice, so the victor will surely be protected by the heavenly gods.”

“What divinity is divinity! If it’s God’s will for thugs to run amok! What is that god other than a gangster god!”

The sapper gathered his heart and shouted.

“…You’re a fool who doesn’t even know how to duel. If you had at least responded to this, I would have killed you gracefully.”

humming. The window cut the wind. Lord Balzroy held his stance like a wild beast and glared at the sapper as if he were going to eat it.

“I’ll cut off each limb one by one. Roll on the ground like worms, beg for mercy and die.”

The window gradually gets closer. In the face of the fear of death, the sapper hesitantly retreated with trembling eyes.

But the sapper had no regrets.

The army that destroyed the kingdom that would not be cool even if it was chewed on. Therefore, the sapper did not hate the military even though he suffered a great tragedy by the military. I have been walking on the meta conveyor belt for nearly 20 years with only resentment piled up.

And the last sapper in his life finally solved this hatred and resentment. Lost in the direction in which the target disappeared, he finally blew out all the flames that had been swirling inside him.

The old sapper had no regrets even if he died like this.

won’t die though.

‘It’s not possible. With the general away, no one can stop the rebels!’

Oh and Captain. Neither do you. Even if you did, you wouldn’t have died.

Why the hell do you think the general was away?

“First, the right arm.”

Lord Balzroy’s spear moved. I thought the tip was slightly vibrating, but at some point, the spear blade protruding like a snake had already touched the sapper’s body.

A stealthy and swift stab that neither the beginning nor the end can be discerned.

“Haam.”

and. The window bounced loudly.

Sir Baltzroy, his grip torn, hesitantly backed away. He looked down at his hands in disbelief, then opened his eyes wide and pointed the spear in the direction of the attack.

“Who are you!”

“grow. kid.”

A presence appeared. The air that covered his presence disappeared and he appeared as if a curtain had been lifted.

The military’s highest military strength.

Among them, Patraxion, the rebellious knight who killed the most knights, stood in front of the Resistance.