episode_0094

“Hey, you remember?”

The man’s posture became crooked.

Perhaps he was acting shy, but he put one hand on his waist and scratched the back of his head with the other, which seemed like a very contrived posture to a Delta person.

So Deltan pointed his gun again and asked.

“Who are you? You.”

“Could you please take that away first? Oh my gosh, do you know I’m really surprised? How do you think of implementing guns in fantasy?”

Of course, I just copied the shape.

Deltan’s brows narrowed at the man’s grumbling tone.

fantasy. gun.

He was definitely a person who knew about the Earth.

“Okay, then I guess I should introduce myself again, right?”

Just-

When the man snapped his fingers, the room lit up.

No, in this case, should we say that new objects were created in the space?

Deltain could see that the space that had been endless until just before moving the arm had become a white room.

“Sit down. Oh, I don’t have alcohol, is tea okay? or not… .”

Just-

A can of Coke appeared on the table.

“… With this? It’s probably been a while since I’ve had a drink.”

Deltan let out a laugh.

Cola.

It was so funny in this situation that Deltan sat down because he felt happy when he saw that.

The man clapped his hands.

“K, after all, there’s nothing better than cola. They say the dove is a symbol of peace, but that’s all bullshit. To me, this is a symbol of peace.”

Chi-Ik-

When the man opened the can of Coke, carbonated carbonated water jumped out.

Deltan also picked up the can of Coke in front of him.

and.

“… Plague.”

Once again, I was shocked by Agnes’ body.

How can my body whine because it couldn’t even open a can of Coke properly?

Deltan blushed.

The man blinked and looked at Deltan, then burst out laughing and took the can of Coke.

“Keuheuheuheuk! Oh my, I’m sorry. Now that I think about it, it must be difficult for that body.”

“… Are you smiling?”

“Oh my, I didn’t laugh. I didn’t laugh.”

Chi-Ik-

The man opened a can of Coke, poured it into a glass of unknown origin, and handed it to Deltan.

Deltan accepted the cola roughly and drank it down.

… It goes without saying, but the price of pouring cold cola into a body that had never tasted anything carbonated in its entire life was terrible.

“Big… !”

Deltan squirted coke.

Deltans were gaining the awareness of having someone else’s body through pain.

“Khehehehehehe!”

The man stomped his feet and laughed.

Deltan glared at him with a blood clot on his forehead.

Only then did I feel something.

‘Is this guy doing this on purpose?’

A fairly credible hypothesis.

As I was making that decision, the man suppressed his laughter and spoke.

“Oh, sorry.”

“If you end up saying sorry, why are there police?”

“Police Officer~ It’s been a while since I heard this.”

The man speaks as if he is savoring it.

Then, I leaned back on the backrest of the sofa and crossed my legs.

“Wow, I really like this story. Has it been 30 years? It’s not bad.”

30 years. And the following words.

Although he was a man whose identity was unknown, one thing was certain.

“Are you from Earth?”

“You got it right.”

The man did not deny it.

“Should we talk deeply about how this happened? This is a blind spot that even the eyes of the hall cannot reach.”

“You called me here.”

“That’s right.”

The man adjusted his posture and sat down.

And he said, shaking hands.

“Nice to meet you. I am Jack Daniel.”

“Would you like to use a pseudonym?”

Jack Daniel.

That was the name of the whiskey.

It could be seen as an actual person’s name, but judging by the man’s tendencies, it was highly likely that it was the name of a drink.

It was clear from the first time we met at a whiskey bar, or the way he was the first to announce that there was no alcohol as he sat down.

“Using a pseudonym is the same for everyone, right? Hebron, Delta.”

“I have no intention of using a pseudonym.”

“Even if you don’t want to write, you have to write.”

The man, Jack, grinned.

“… So, you can’t use the name ■■■.”

“Shocked,” Deltan’s body stiffened.

‘The name… .’

Originally, my own name didn’t sound right the moment I spoke it, as if there was noise.

Something is strange.

The Deltan made that decision and recited the name in his own words.

… I tried to chant.

“■■■… .”

Even that didn’t work.

It wasn’t that much.

It’s been 5 years since I drifted here.

Deltan finally realized that he could no longer say his own name.

An angry expression appears on his face.

Jack said as I looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

“Don’t be too surprised. First of all, because it’s part of the contract. Well, from the point of view of Dumbtan, it wouldn’t even feel like a contract.”

“… Explain it properly.”

“You were caught in a fraudulent contract. Thank you to all of you who are solid.”

At that moment, Deltan met Jack and glimpsed his true feelings for the first time.

The moment he uttered the name Hall of Fame, he was revealing his deep-seated anger.

Combine the clues.

Originating from Earth, fraudulent contracts, and various tone of voice that seem to miss Earth.

‘A friend?’

Is this the position of Dongbyeon Sangryun?

No, you cannot judge hastily.

Because it was none other than him who dragged him here.

“First, let me start by saying I’m sorry. I brought you here.”

“What?”

“I had no choice. The hall should give me some trouble.”

The man’s behavior was humorous.

He pretended to strangle me with both hands, and the way he was wriggling around looked like a clown’s.

Deltan knew what he was trying to say.

“… Promise.”

The promise of the man who always stood in the way of the Deltans.

That must be the problem.

“It’s difficult.”

Deltan closed his eyes for a moment and fell into thought.

Then I made a decision.

“That’s enough of the introduction. Let’s get to the point.”

This man has something to gain.

Whether it comes from hostility or goodwill.

“Why did you call me here?”

“It’s refreshing and nice. Is it because I’m Korean? Oh, it’s not racism. It’s a compliment. It’s a compliment.”

Jack chuckled to himself and then said.

“Hmm, okay. Main text.”

Just-

I snapped my fingers and a new can of Coke appeared.

Jack said as he opened Delta’s share of a can of Coke and poured it into a glass.

“Referral to trial. You were notified through the interface when you arrived, right?”

“… .”

“That’s why. I want to give you some advice on what course of action to take.”

“It sounds like you’re saying to keep an eye on them.”

“It’s not wrong. ‘Right now’, they are the ones we can’t do anything about.”

“Right now?”

A smile appeared on Jack’s lips.

“There is something I am preparing. I wanted to get some help there.”

“Hey.”

Deltan said, picking up the glass.

“In what country is it the law to have one’s own goals and force others to act?”

“That’s not my intention. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to receive an apology.”

According to him, not even the temple knew what was going on here.

So there was something I wanted to hear.

“What is a pawn shop? And why did you drag me here and what is your plan? No, how can I get out of here?”

“I have a lot of questions.”

“Because they didn’t explain anything.”

No one.

The frustration he had been feeling and his anger at being swayed by someone else’s will were clearly buried in the words he spit out.

It was not an intentional act.

It would be correct to say that emotions were expressed.

Deltans themselves were aware of the dangers of this emotional attitude, but had no way to calm their anger, so they dismissed it as being due to female hormones.

Jack laughed bitterly.

“… Clearly, my attitude toward seeking cooperation is not good. sorry. I’ve lived like this for so long that hiding it has become a habit.”

Jack drank a glass of cola, then quietly closed his eyes and began to speak.

“… You must have heard something about the hall from the Spirit King.”

“Hall of Eternity. I only know that name.”

“They are arrogant people who talk about eternity with their own mouths. There is nothing permanent in this world.”

“My words are leaking.”

“No, it didn’t leak.”

Jack giggled.

“It’s a problem that is tied to their purpose. That name.”

“Purpose?”

“Development of new dimensions and selection of dimensions to close. You also heard this from the Spirit King, right?”

Deltan nodded.

Although I had no idea what was being said, it was something I definitely remembered hearing.

Jack added an explanation.

“I should talk about this first. Hebron, Delta. Do you believe in aliens?”

“… Isn’t this actually an alien world?”

“If you think about it that way, it’s true. Then I will change the question.”

Jack grinned.

“How many aliens do you think there are? Not just the universe we belong to, but across all dimensions.”

“… .”

“I’ll tell you a fun story.”

Just-

A glass appeared in front of Jack.

And then five bottles of Coke appeared.

“The total amount of life that can exist in every dimension is fixed.”

Jack tapped the glass.

“This is the total amount.”

And I picked up the can.

“This is life.”

Open the can and pour it into a glass.

“There are no problems in normal times. No matter how much life flies and crawls, it is impossible to reproduce beyond this total. It’s a total amount, but it’s too far off to begin with.”

Even though the can was empty, the glass was not even half full.

Jack took a second can.

“But problems arise everywhere. To use a science fiction example, imagine that in a world where artificial reproduction is possible, a new life form has just been selected for planetary development.”

The cola poured quickly filled the glass.

So breathtaking.

“Then it goes like this, right before it overflows. But I can’t stop. Natural reproduction will be added to this.”

Jack opened the third can and poured more Coke into the glass without even considering that it was overflowing.

Cola soaked the table.

“If this happens, what happens? This exceeds the total amount.”

Deltan listened quietly until the day before yesterday and then asked.

What if it exceeds “?”

“Death comes.”

Deltan knew right away.

The death that Jack speaks of is not an abstract meaning, but the name of a being.

“Death?”

“Making this world not eternal. He is the real ‘god’ that the entire hall fears because he has no way to deal with enemies or enemies.”

Jack laughed.

It was as if he was mocking the hall.

“The hall is the place where death arrives first. For example, it would be like a situation where the general manager fires a manager who failed to manage the store properly. The difference is that the dismissal means permanent disappearance.”

“… .”

“For example, that’s what I want to say. The purpose of the Hall of Eternity is to control the level of civilization on the planets so that the total amount is not exceeded, and to control the number of individuals. In the end, they run wild because they want to live.”

“It’s a problem that ends if you don’t become a manager in the first place.”

“I understand it’s like a business. The power and power you gain just by being listed in the hall of fame is enormous. High risk, high return.”

“So, what is the contract?”

“It’s their weapon. Don’t you think it’s strange? Up to this point, you have gathered the materials for the contract.”

Why isn’t it strange?

Even though it was called a contract, the ingredients used were all organs of something.

Jack gave the answer right away.

“The contract is the executor. Presiding over the destruction of dimensional units.”

Deltan’s brows narrowed.

“What?”

“Literally an executor. However, what is unique is that only the ‘contractor’ can complete and wield the executor.”

Jack pointed his index finger at Deltan.

“Yes, you.”

There was heat in Jack’s voice.

“So I need you.”

I ask to shake your hand again.

“Please hold my hand. So I can kill all those bastards.”

Deltan remained silent and looked at the hand for a moment.