episode_0146

The feel of cold metal touches my fingertips.

I just pulled ‘it’ out of the bag.

It is a homemade bomb using butane gas and a simple circuit.

‘Should I just throw it away?’

For a moment, that thought occurred to me.

‘no.’

I too was under the influence of madness.

It is an impulse to rush forward at any moment and fight, to shed blood and destroy everything.

If you throw a bomb, it will get into the hands of many people.

First of all, keep this for emergency purposes.

‘Then what?’

You have to stay calm.

I looked around carefully.

First of all, there are two enemies around Yun Da-ju.

Two researchers wearing blood-stained gowns.

And in the distance, a group of researchers are also slowly approaching us.

‘search.’

I tried to search habitually.

[Insufficient authority.]

[Disapproved.]

Of course, that’s something that can’t be done right now.

Because my authority as a librarian is now virtually gone.

‘Let’s think about it.’

Instead, I have to think of it.

From what I have observed so far, I grasp the essence.

I thought about their habits.

1. They barely feel pain or fear. Even when they were hit by the blunt weapon that Sister Se-rim swung, they didn’t move at all.

2. They are obsessed with blood and will drain blood from living people.

It seems like they have priorities. Rather than fight each other and shed blood, they would rather cooperate and kill people who are still sane.

3. They are trying to complete a certain picture with blood. The moment this picture is completed, this space becomes part of the fifth apostle, and turns into a madness-filled asura.

I don’t know exactly what will happen, but it will definitely become worse than it is now.

The painting will be finished soon.

This was a ‘gut feeling’.

An instinctive sense of crisis that all living things have.

That’s what it was saying.

In just a little while, everything will be over.

It was Yun Da-ju’s blood that completed the painting.

Da-ju is still unconscious and lying on the floor.

The two researchers dragged the painting around, leaving behind bloodstains, and completed the painting.

‘What if I become the bait?’

They crave as much fresh blood as possible.

You might think that my living, moving blood is more valuable than the fallen Daju.

‘……no.’

I can’t be the bait.

My leg is broken and I can’t move properly, but if I’m not careful, both Da-ju and I will die.

There are ripples in space.

The surrounding area becomes increasingly dark.

The only thing that’s brightly lit is the elevator.

The fifth apostle

Yes, the elevator is safe.

All you have to do is take Daju there.

The fifth of the chained ones comes

Like bad air, the madness that fills the space invades the consciousness.

Even while thinking about future plans, I had to constantly resist.

I recalled my original goal again.

Elevators are safe.

All you have to do is take Daju there.

And think of a way.

I still have the gun.

‘With a gun?’

I had no confidence.

Even more so because it is a situation where you could get hit if you make a mistake.

Well then, yes.

Just as I originally thought.

Hold on.

I pressed the bomb button.

It will explode in 3 seconds, but there is a chance it will explode before that.

Because it’s not a very elaborately made thing.

A butane gas can with a bunch of crude stuff stuck to it flies into the distance.

To a place where a bunch of crazy researchers gather.

Fortunately, the bomb reached its destination.

After a while.

Boom!

Metal shards are scattered everywhere with a loud noise.

And then, almost simultaneously, blood poured onto the floor.

Blood spurts from the researchers’ wounds.

‘it’s okay.’

They are obsessed with blood.

Once they see blood in front of their eyes, they go into a frenzy and attack each other.

First of all, I succeeded in diverting the attention of those far away.

Now all that’s left are those two guys who are still dragging the cart around…

soon.

One more left.

That red pattern that covers the entire floor.

We must prevent that from being completed.

This time I took a water bottle out of my bag.

I was thinking of pouring water on it to quickly remove the blood, but it didn’t work as well as I thought.

‘what!?’

Is it because the blood is clotted?

I roughly scraped the bloodstain with the spout of a water bottle.

“Ugh!”

I instinctively dropped the water bottle.

The water bottle rolls down the lab floor with a thud.

It felt like electricity was running through me.

Even though I didn’t touch it with my own hands, a tingling, hot feeling ran up my arm.

So, does that mean I have to start from Daju?

“!@$%#^$”

People are shouting something from the elevator direction.

Is this also due to the effect of space? I can’t hear it well.

“Hoo… … .”

It would be reckless to enter now.

It would be right to erase the pattern first.

That red pattern drawn on the floor.

That’s influencing my thinking.

Look, the same thoughts keep going round and round.

It seems like I had some kind of plan at first, but I keep wavering.

Many weeks… … .

I regained my senses as I looked at Dazhu, who had collapsed in the distance.

We can’t just let Dazhu die like that.

So, what’s the plan?

My hands keep shaking.

My thoughts are as if they are in a fog and I can’t come up with anything.

Think about it.

continue.

First, what’s in front of you.

I opened the bag.

Inside the bag, in the most visible place, there is a plastic bottle.

okay.

gas.

This was it.

Juruk-

I opened the lid and poured the contents onto the floor.

My hands were shaking, but I could still do it.

The liquid spreads evenly and quickly covers the red pattern.

And there was one more.

also…….

He roughly took off the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing.

Then something falls out of his pocket.

It’s a lighter.

You can light it with this.

The sleeves of his hoodie are covered in oil because of his shaking hands.

I held the lighter to my clothes and waited.

Soon a fire begins to burn, accompanied by a huge amount of smoke.

By the time the flames started to become visible.

I carefully placed the clothes on the floor.

Hwaruruk-

A huge flame burns the clothes as kindling.

The red pattern drawn on the floor is fading away and becoming unrecognizable.

And one more thing.

The effect I had planned.

Swaaaah-

The emergency bell rings and water begins to pour from the sky.

I found Daju with wet hair.

Slowly, the madness fades away.

Like red paint on a wet palette, the picture on the side that was not painted for long is being erased.

On one side, a flame that has not yet gone out is burning each stroke of the pattern.

Thud-thud-

Water droplets splashed out of her roughly swept hair.

Now I can see a little ahead.

What about Daju?

“Uh.”

The people in front of me were the two researchers from earlier.

It seemed like he left Daju behind and ran straight here.

Are you here to kill me?

Now I picked up the pistol.

Even if you have a weapon, your chances of getting out of here safely are slim.

First of all, the stopping power of this pistol is quite low. This is because the sound of firing has been drastically reduced, but its power has also been reduced.

Next is my accuracy issue. I’m not shooting in a completely random direction, but this time I have to hit the head exactly.

Still, it must be done.

As much as I can.

There are also positive aspects.

Now you don’t have to worry about Daju getting shot if you make a mistake.

Because Dazhu is just lying there.

Fit-

It’s a hit.

One guy was shot in the head and fell down.

Now the next step.

I was roughly pushed and fell to the floor.

The remaining guy was already in front of me.

If I keep being pressed down on the ground like this, I won’t be able to aim properly…

Knock. Knock.

“… … .”

It wasn’t me he was after.

It was the side of the fire that was still eating away at the pattern.

He throws himself into the flames without a moment’s hesitation.

As if he was trying to put out the fire by covering it with his body.

But the fire burns regardless.

The fire lit with gasoline was that powerful.

“Eeeek.”

In the flames, black shadows twist their bodies in grotesque positions.

“Save me.”

“Save me… … .”

I wonder if he came to his senses at the last moment.

I picked up the pistol and aimed it at the bastard’s head.

This time, it hit the mark.

The bastard fell into the flames.

I took a deep breath and calmed my mind.

There is still time.

Just crawl slowly on the floor and get to Dazhu.

“Daju. Yoon Daju… … .”

“Brother.”

“Huh?”

I raised my head.

Daju is bending over halfway and reaching out her hand towards me.

You woke up in the meantime.

A feeling of relief completely envelops my body.

I wonder if he’s already dead.

Or maybe he’s lying there with a fatal wound.

How worried I was.

Yoon Da-ju looks down at me and smiles naturally.

“Why are you lying here, oppa? Why are you naked?”

“You call that talking? Because of you… … !”

“Wake up quickly.”

Yoon Da-ju glances back.

The group of researchers that we had stopped with a bomb earlier are now advancing towards us again.

“I broke my leg.”

“I’m getting carried away.”

“Yeah.”

I held Daju’s hand tightly and carried him.

No, that’s exactly what I was trying to do.

The moment I held his hand, my body floated up.

“Wow!”

And land on the back of the multitude.

Daju pulled me with force.

“Why are you so late? I don’t have time.”

“Hey. You really… … !”

The power is truly immense.

Anyway, he pointed in the direction while riding on Dazhu’s back.

“Just go straight over there. Then there’s the elevator.”

“Okay. I’m on it.”

“But oppa. What happened to your clothes?”

“There it is. In the fire.”

“You burned your clothes?”

“Yeah. To save you.”

“Thank you, oppa.”

“Then I’ll rest for a bit since it’s hard.”

“Yes.”

He leaned his head against the back of the table.

I feel a little more comfortable now.

“… … .”

Then, in the middle of the conversation, he raised his head for a moment.

Daju looks behind me, then quickly turns her head to avoid eye contact.

Ah. No, why are you glancing behind me?

“Hey. Yoon Da-joo.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Stop looking this way and look ahead.”

“Yes, brother.”

“What are you doing? It’s dangerous.”

It’s not like he’s completely naked, he’s just wearing short sleeves.

He was wearing a hoodie underneath, so why is he acting like that?

… … I started to wonder a little about what it meant to say thank you.

“Dabin, are you okay? And Daju, too.”

“Sister!”

“Dajuya… … . Dabin too… … . That’s a relief.”

Heo Yun is unable to speak properly as his throat is choked up.

Because of that, I was teased by Daju for a long time.

“What? Are you crying, Unnie?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Oppa Hyunmin! Unnie Yoon is crying!”

Then Seok Hyeon-min naturally wraps his arm around Heo Yun’s shoulder.

To be honest, it’s a bit of an eyesore.

“Anyway, it’s fortunate that we all came out alive.”

“Yes… … . That’s fortunate.”

I nodded weakly at Seok Hyeon-min’s words.

[The door closes.]

The elevator doors slid shut, even though no one pressed the button.

As if all that needed to be done here was over.

“So where are you going now?”

Seok Hyun-min asks, pushing up his glasses.

I tried to stand up coolly, but then I fell down again.

“Aaak!”

“What’s wrong, why are you like this all of a sudden? Are you okay?”

“I broke my leg, but I forgot and tried to get up.”

“Sigh… … .”

Seok Hyun-min lets out a deep sigh.

Then he reaches out his hand towards me.

“Why. Do I have to get up? Should I help you?”

“No, it’s okay. Just press the first floor.”

“Huh?”

Seok Hyun-min pauses for a moment.

“Just the first floor?”

“Yes. Just press the number 1.”

“Really… … ?”

Go to the first floor.

Seok Hyun-min, who finds the story hard to believe, adds information he knows.

“You’ve been to the first floor before, right? I remember it being incredibly dangerous there, right?”

“That’s true, but.”

Heo Yun-do nods.

It looks like the two of them have been to the first floor before.

“Is it different now? Right, Dabin?”

“Yes.”

A lot has changed now.

“Now, we have to go out of the apartment.”

The shock flows through the room.

Finally, the feeling. Or perhaps the question is, how?

Before the thrill each of them felt had subsided, this time the space began to tremble violently.

The beginning of all destruction, an otherworldly being summoned by the professor. A trace left behind by the fifth apostle.

I took back the reins of tension that I had let go of for a moment.

“We have to chase that guy.”

The fifth apostle. And the professor.

In this story, destruction, that is, the two pillars that play the role of ‘seven’.

We encounter these two again outside the apartment.

If we survive, the world survives.

If we die, the world will be completely forgotten and disappear.

Seok Hyun-min pressed the button, and the elevator moved without a sound.

Towards the first floor.

Now, it’s time to see the end of the story.