episode_0053

When Racol saw that his humanoid hadn’t returned for a long time, he looked at his bodyguard.

“Vodka. What’s the signal for whiskey?”

“Yes, sir. We can’t get the signal from Whiskey right now.”

In response to Racol’s question, a man with a body easily over 2 meters tall, called Vodka, answers in a calm voice.

“I see. Was it destroyed?”

“That’s not it. I couldn’t pinpoint the location, but I could pick up Whiskey’s signal for a very brief moment.”

“… … .”

The signal was briefly picked up, but the whiskey did not return.

“That means he was completely subdued… Whiskey, the combat humanoid?”

“Whiskey is 300 standard, sir. You can deal with 500 standard using tactics, but it’s a different story when an 800 standard like me comes out.”

“So that means there’s at least an 800-size humanoid near our city area.”

“That’s right.”

Racol took a moment to savor the taste, then put the peanuts in front of him into his mouth.

They eat peanuts whole, chewing them without even removing the shells.

“What are the chances of it being 1200 standard?”

“That may be the case, but in that case, there is no hope for us. The only option is to blow up this city.”

“Of course. I don’t want my city to fall into someone else’s hands. If the humanoids invade and it looks like they’re 1200 standard, let’s just blow ourselves up.”

“Okay, I understand. If a 1200-size humanoid appears, I will immediately send a self-destruct signal and relay it to the mayor.”

“Okay.”

Racol put another peanut in his mouth and chewed it. Vodka, who was watching him quietly, took the peanut in his hand and vibrated his hand.

OMG.

When vibration is applied, the shells crumble, leaving only the peanut kernels.

“Please eat.”

“Oh~ Thank you.”

Racol grinned and ate the peanuts with relish.

“But without whiskey, the destruction work won’t progress… … .”

“How about I move?”

“No, Emma! You’re stronger than whiskey. That’s why I hired you as my bodyguard! Idiot! I’m in danger without you!”

Racol throws the peanuts he is holding in his hand at Vodka as he says that.

Vodka bowed his head quietly, receiving the peanut shower.

“Don’t worry, Mayor, I will definitely protect you.”

“That’s right!”

After causing such a commotion, Racol calmed down and rubbed the remaining peanuts in his hands with both palms, thinking.

“But, the whiskey got hit.”

That appearance.

“There are still dangers around me that I don’t know about.”

greatly.

“Ahhh… That guy will probably live his life carrying a humanoid on his back. Surely, he will settle down somewhere and rule over people, enslaving them and living like a king. Right?”

It was twisted.

“I feel sick.”

I feel sick.

As he said that, Racol got up from his seat and went out of the building where he was staying.

V-Neck, the city ruled by Racol, is built, as its name suggests, in a deep V-shaped crevice at the innermost part of the canyon.

The left, right, and top are protected by canyons, and the front is protected by a thick wall of rubble and a defensive tower.

And the cityscape was a ruined state, without a single proper building.

This place was a garbage dump.

People that Racol dislikes, and the machines that made those people happy. All of them were broken down and gathered together, a garbage dump where Racol’s indiscriminate malice was carelessly thrown away.

The man stuck on that tall, pointed structure was the leader of some group.

He had a small chariot, and he protected the people with the power of the chariot, gained their loyalty, and lived happily in this wilderness.

So I killed him.

I hated seeing him smile.

After destroying the chariot with the ‘knowledge of destruction’ he had acquired over 45 years in the wilderness, Racol lured the machine towards them and made it trample everything in its path.

Afterwards, they took the chariot and the leader’s corpse as spoils of war.

For example, let’s look at the kneeling corpse over there.

That woman once had a machine that filtered oil to make water, and she was called a saint because she gave people clear water with it.

Racol, who received a sip of clear water from her, was furious.

He dared to share this clean, clear, and delicious water that he had never tasted before with anyone and drink it himself.

I couldn’t stand it.

So Racol destroyed the water purifier and forced her followers to drink a mixture of waste oil and other toxic substances, killing them and also killing the saint who begged her to stop.

He loved seeing people burn.

I loved seeing her cry because something she cherished was destroyed.

I loved seeing people dying in despair, frustration, and pain.

I hated seeing them happy.

I just wanted to be happy by myself.

Everyone should have happiness, and everyone else should be unhappy.

This city, where everything except Racol’s house and the defense tower were destroyed, was a perfect example of Racol’s thoughts.

He wanted to turn the entire Earth into this ruined city.

“But who interrupted me? He has a humanoid too. He must be laughing, right? Of course he is.”

Seriously, I felt bad.

* * *

“Although Whiskey calls it a market, the place where Racol lives isn’t a proper city.”

As he said this, Harmon unfolded the hologram.

A view of the ruined city that remained inside the whiskey.

That’s what happens to the Harmon repair shop crew.

And across from them was the fence team, not in their natural form, but as projected holograms.

Harmon was connecting the camera and HAR to project their actual scenes as holograms, so that he could make it feel like he was talking to them through a remote communication with a camera and microphone.

Likewise, the fence team is also talking while looking at a hologram of the Harmon maintenance crew.

“The first whiskey… That humanoid that used flames. I thought he was the type that was greedy for power when I saw him call him “mayor,” but he was completely different.”

If you have the power, you can’t rule a ruined city like this.

To begin with, it’s a city without a single person.

“He’s just crazy.”

[It looks like that.]

Isaiah nodded and made a gesture. Racol’s hologram grew larger in response to Isaiah’s gesture.

[Ugh. … I’m still not used to this.]

[I’ll do it for you!]

As he speaks, the popped out candy manipulates the hologram to create a clear image of Racol for everyone to see.

[He looks ordinary.]

[I think he’s more handsome than me.]

Isaiah speaks his sentiments and Muffin makes empty jokes.

Racol was an ordinary middle-aged man with blue hair.

He had a sharp nose, thin lips, and a distorted scar on his chin.

One eye was prosthetic and it had a mechanical tail that resembled a scorpion’s tail, attached to an implanted mechanical device.

Apart from that, he was dressed in a very ordinary manner, with several layers of cloth wrapped around his lower body to avoid dirt and pollutants, and several eons of cloth wrapped around his entire body like a rag to avoid sunlight and pollutants being absorbed by his skin.

In fact, there was nothing unusual about it, so he looked just like an ordinary person.

In fact, Racol wasn’t that important.

What matters is what’s around him.

“Vodka, a humanoid with an 800-size standard. And the defense towers protecting the city are the problem.”

“This is the information about the defense towers I analyzed.”

With those words, Undine sent everyone a document with detailed specifications.

Isaiah, who was reading it carefully, asked Undine about the performance of the defense tower, which made his teeth grind even though he had only read the first part.

[How do you know? Is it a brand name like Undine?]

“No. It is a third-party brand product.”

So saying, Undine added calmly.

“Because it was a rival company, we sent in a corporate spy to extract information, and among that information was something about that defense tower.”

[… … .]

“… … .”

There was silence between the two teams for a moment.

I didn’t know how to react when I heard stories of people’s sticky struggles in the past.

“Is that information accurate? Isn’t it a double agent’s information?”

Although he was a modern man, Harmon, who planted spies in other people’s guilds and persuaded people from other people’s guilds to become his subordinates, proceeded with the meeting without paying any attention to such things.

“Yes. Based on what we have found through multiple cross-validations, the exact specs are correct. However, since it has probably been modified and deteriorated over the years, the current detailed specs are unknown.”

“I guess so.”

Harmon cleared the Racol hologram and brought up the defense tower hologram.

“The problem is the strategy for this tower. Originally, I was going to check the city’s condition and lead the Guldari Guild there, and solve it with Guldari Guild’s power alone, but that won’t work.”

[why?]

“Because nothing we have except Undine can penetrate that tower.”

[Then you can just use Undine.]

Harmon said.

“If that twisted bastard encounters an enemy he can’t defeat, he’ll blow up all the bombs he’s planted in the city and blow himself up. He said he can’t give the enemy science and technology. Then, all the stuff he’s hiding in his mansion and those defense towers will go flying away. That won’t do.”

[… Then let’s use the Guldari Guild.]

Isaiah thought for a moment at Harmon’s words and then said:

[I’m using the Guldari Guild to provoke him. He’s the kind of guy who wants to destroy happy people, right? Let’s show him that the Guldari Guild is happy. Since he doesn’t have any whiskey, he’ll go and destroy the Guldari Guild himself.]

If the defense tower is tricky, you can just take it outside the defense tower.

It was simple logic and a good strategy.

Harmon, who accepted Isaiah’s plan, thought for a moment and then said.

“Hmm. Then I really need to make the people of this town happy.”

Harmon opens the hologram catalog with those words.

The benefits of civilization that he intended to unleash upon the people in order to completely rule Guldari Village. The benefits of science.

Decided to unpack some of it.

“Okay, let’s all talk. Which one do you think is best?”

After discussion, Harmon began to spread two items throughout Guldari Village.

That thing.

It was an electric onahole and an electric dildo.