Ch.151[Chapter 151] Chaos

In the underground of Gachaland, there exists a sewer system.

A sewer filled with ordinary wastewater, sewage, recently deleted posts from administrators, abandoned code from failed projects, and dummy data all tangled together emitting a foul stench.

Several people appeared in this sewer, which according to urban legend was so filthy that even the central System’s gaze couldn’t penetrate it.

These individuals, wearing tattered rags pulled down to cover their heads, were moving with lamps in hand. Judging by how they navigated the various intersections, they didn’t seem to be moving with any particular purpose.

However, their movements were actually a kind of signal.

They were moving according to instructions for a rendezvous.

Finally, after turning at the 27th intersection, suspicious people appeared from the opposite direction.

“Quite hard to see you.”

The person at the front of the rag-wearing group sneered.

He handed his lamp to someone behind him and removed his hood.

It was Park Chunbae, a man with a fierce appearance.

“Well, isn’t that obvious? The honor of standing before a king isn’t something given to just anyone.”

The man on the opposite side spoke arrogantly.

It was Wangi, an executive of Mountain Bridge Marsh.

Behind him stood Brigadier General Joseph, dressed in empress attire, staring at Park Chunbae with lifeless eyes.

“Ha.”

Park Chunbae laughed as if in disbelief.

“Fine. Let’s say I understand all that.”

Park Chunbae began twirling a balisong knife that appeared from nowhere.

“But you know…”

Park Chunbae closed the balisong knife with a snap.

And he began glaring at Wangi.

“That hacking tool was garbage.”

“Oh my.”

Wangi sighed as if disappointed.

“Who could have known it would be blocked?”

Wangi already knew the hacking tool had been blocked but had lied to the First-Tier Alliance to secure funds.

However, Park Chunbae had no way of knowing this.

Though he had suspicions, he had no concrete evidence, so he could only curse internally.

“But the fact remains that it was defective.”

Malay, who had been standing behind Park Chunbae, stepped forward.

Holding the lamp with an eerie expression, Malay smiled unpleasantly.

“Even if a refund isn’t possible, shouldn’t there be at least some compensation?”

Wangi’s expression soured.

How dare these tier 1 nobodies talk back to him, an executive of Mountain Bridge Marsh?

“How dare…”

Wangi clenched his fist, indignant at these shameless commoners.

“Master. You must be patient. We haven’t yet built enough justification for our cause.”

Brigadier General Joseph restrained Wangi in an emotionless voice.

“…Right. Yes. That’s right.”

Wangi’s anger subsided.

Wangi had a dream.

It was to take Gachaland into his own hands.

For that, he needed supporters.

Of course, he had been gathering forces until now.

However, most of them had been captured during the attack on the Executive branch and were imprisoned in its basement.

Wangi glanced at the First-Tier Alliance.

They were dregs befitting their tier 1 status, but Wangi was in no position to be picky.

He was backed into a corner so much that he needed even these types of people.

“We’re looking at the same thing…”

Wangi, having completely calmed down, spoke seductively to Park Chunbae.

“Whatever justification you publicly claim, what you want is the downfall of the Tankers. Isn’t that right?”

Park Chunbae looked into Wangi’s eyes.

And he nodded.

Seeing the determination in Wangi’s eyes, Park Chunbae inadvertently revealed his true intentions.

“We want the same thing.”

Wangi took one step forward dramatically.

The contaminated dummy data in the sewer splashed under his foot, but no one seemed to care.

“However, we only need Sir Dominic.”

“The rest is not our concern,” Wangi muttered.

In fact, Wangi had already tried to win over the Tanker Union with his enormous capital.

However, the Tanker Union proved to be incredibly solid, living up to its reputation, and he returned not only without success but also having suffered great humiliation.

Since then, Wangi had harbored intense malice toward the Tanker Union.

“Sir Dominic, huh.”

Park Chunbae stroked his chin, deep in thought.

In truth, when the First-Tier Alliance was first established, it wasn’t a Tanker-hating group like it is now.

At that time, there was a huge disparity in perception and treatment between tiers.

Tier 1s were discriminated against almost like slaves, and the First-Tier Alliance was formed to improve this discrimination.

However, as the Executive branch changed and discrimination between tiers gradually disappeared, the First-Tier Alliance lost its direction.

Naturally, the influence of Park Chunbae, the leader of the First-Tier Alliance, had also weakened considerably.

Having already tasted fragments of power, Park Chunbae had been gradually corrupting since then.

The Melee Dealer Union.

This was also a card prepared by Park Chunbae.

Under the leadership of Senator Trom, Park Chunbae received substantial funding and used it to maintain the First-Tier Alliance.

In return, the First-Tier Alliance fulfilled the “requests” of the Melee Dealer Union.

Setting fire to certain senators’ houses, interfering with election activities…

But as they say, those who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters themselves.

Park Chunbae had already lost his original purpose and had become a vanguard moving according to the “demands” of the Melee Dealer Union.

Naturally, the purpose of the First-Tier Alliance had long since changed from its original intent.

Currently, their ultimate goal was the downfall of the Tankers.

Furthermore, it was to eliminate the Tanker kind from Gachaland altogether.

“We promised to treat all Tankers without discrimination.”

Park Chunbae said to Wangi.

“But… now that you are our backers, I suppose a little compromise wouldn’t hurt.”

Park Chunbae smiled vilely.

That’s right.

Park Chunbae was a man who had lived by collusion all this time.

Changing his beliefs for a new master was easier than flipping his palm.

He was simply full of thoughts about getting compensation while doing this easy task.

“Good.”

Wangi looked down at Park Chunbae arrogantly and said.

“Then, it seems we have the basics of a ‘deal’ now.”

“Ah, yes.”

Park Chunbae and Wangi looked at each other.

Wangi intended to get Sir Dominic, and then Gachaland afterward.

Park Chunbae planned to bring down the Tankers, exile them, and then seize power in Gachaland.

Though their desires differed slightly, their interests aligned.

The deal proceeded smoothly.

…

“Quite… an informative time.”

“Yes. Likewise.”

The secret treaty, conducted in a hidden space deep within the sewers, was successfully signed.

“We cause trouble, and you provide support. That’s the summary, right?”

Park Chunbae summarized the content as if confirming the contract.

“Of course. Including our… latest technology.”

Wangi grinned with a shadowed face under the dim light.

That face was hardly one of purity, but Park Chunbae didn’t mind.

After all, Park Chunbae was also looking for an opportunity to betray after receiving support from Mountain Bridge Marsh.

Whatever Mountain Bridge Marsh was plotting, we will be the ones laughing in the end.

That’s what Park Chunbae thought.

Of course, Wangi thought the same, which was a commonality between them.

…

A few days later.

Sir Dominic reported to the security department of System Industries after a long time.

v.a.l.l.o.c. was still enjoying coffee with donuts.

Today’s donut appeared to be a chocolate one topped with colorful toppings.

“It’s been a while. Being here too.”

Sir Dominic sat down, having changed into his security uniform.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

v.a.l.l.o.c. swallowed a donut whole and asked with confusion.

“You’ve been coming to work diligently, haven’t you? Though you did take paid leave once in between.”

“…?”

Sir Dominic couldn’t understand what v.a.l.l.o.c. was saying.

System Industries hadn’t been open until now, so he couldn’t come. What was v.a.l.l.o.c. talking about?

Even when it opened once in between, he couldn’t come to work because he was filming a commercial.

“What are you saying, senior?”

“Why are you suddenly acting strange, junior?”

Their conversation was going nowhere.

As they both looked at each other with confused expressions, v.a.l.l.o.c. suddenly exclaimed.

“Ah.”

v.a.l.l.o.c. seemed to have realized something.

“That time is approaching. I see.”

“That time?”

Sir Dominic asked v.a.l.l.o.c.

“No, no. You don’t need to know yet.”

v.a.l.l.o.c. said while chewing another donut.

“Just understand that the timeline got a little tangled for a moment.”

“…?”

v.a.l.l.o.c. was making even more incomprehensible statements.

Ignoring Sir Dominic’s expression, v.a.l.l.o.c. began to elaborate.

“Unobserved time is always considered to have completed its action. It’s the law of ■■ inference.”

“And when this law is most active is when the Unborn President-“

“No, never mind.”

“Just know that you’ve been coming here and working all this time. Understand?”

“You’ll understand once you experience it.”

Sir Dominic simply nodded at v.a.l.l.o.c.’s request.

He figured there was no harm in listening to v.a.l.l.o.c., who had lived in Gachaland for quite some time.

“Come to think of it…”

v.a.l.l.o.c. took a sip of coffee and picked up a chocolate donut.

“Was the explosion… today?”

Sir Dominic turned his head to look at v.a.l.l.o.c. at these words.

What on earth was v.a.l.l.o.c. talking about?

Just then, an explosion sound came from somewhere.

Sir Dominic turned his head to look out the window.

Smoke was rising from the Market Area.

Sir Dominic looked back at v.a.l.l.o.c.

v.a.l.l.o.c.’s prophecy-like statement had come true.