episode_0057

Racol, who discovered the collectors of Guldari Village, observed them as he usually did, chewing peanuts he had grown in the basement of the mansion.

The mansion where Racol lived was filled with all kinds of machines he owned.

Lacol is filtered quite a bit thanks to the water purifier, so you can drink slightly dry oil.

Thanks to air purifiers, we breathe air that is free of the stale dust and pollutants that cause all this.

In the basement, there is a terrarium (artificial ecosystem) created by the previous owner of this mansion, where you can eat the plants, animals, and insects that grow there.

In addition, it is equipped with various weapons that have been used to ruin and destroy people since the time when humanoids did not exist, and the defensive turret does not allow access to anyone except for Racol, the registered owner, and his two humanoid subordinates.

This mansion was literally Racol’s castle, and Racol could be called a king.

If he had wanted to, he could have brought people under his wing and made them work for him, living a luxurious life, but Racol did not take people under his wing because he did not want to see people living happily while receiving his favor.

The reason why humanoids are used as subordinates is because they look like people, so you can feel like you are commanding people, but at the same time, since they don’t eat or drink, you don’t have to see them enjoying what you have.

Racol, who had a very twisted personality, moved very thoroughly.

Because he knows that his nature can turn everything in the world into an enemy.

In that sense, the Guldari Guild members looked like they couldn’t be easily touched.

‘A strange moving device.’

Starting with the motorcycles they are riding.

‘The equipment you have.’

All kinds of equipment that were not made by Harmon himself, but were made in the repair shop by his subordinates who were taught by him.

‘Even the clothes you’re wearing.’

A light coat and thin clothing over it.

Nothing was left untouched by human hands, and it was clearly not something picked up or acquired, but something made and used.

‘You have some excellent technicians.’

Racol thought back to the first machine he had ever saved.

That was a wrench.

A useful tool that can be used to tighten and loosen any nut to the correct size. It is useful for disassembling machinery, and is sturdy enough to swing as a club.

It took a really long time to clean that wrench, which was so full of scum, hardened oil, rust, and dirt that it wouldn’t work properly, for days on end, and to rub it in sand to get the rust, blood, and oil off, and make it usable in some way.

The first thing Racol did with the wrench he had managed to use after struggling to get his fingernails peeled and his skin torn off was to destroy his friend’s weapon.

Because it really annoyed me to have to pretend to be strong with that every day.

He broke the weapon, put a wrench on the limb, twisted it, and broke the limb.

Leaving it as it was, Racol went on his way.

That’s his beginning.

however.

‘This is living a comfortable life as a collector with good things made by others.’

This is true.

It’s annoying.

“Oh, shit.”

Did I just look at you coldly? You’re annoying.

The fire inside me is rising more and more.

But Racol held on tight. He held on tight… .

“Vodka!”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why didn’t you kill those kids, you fucking retard!”

“Because a standby order has been issued.”

“Yeah! That’s right! Good job! Damn it! I’m an idiot and a moron!”

bang!

Racol, who had been stamping his feet hard and losing his temper, picked up a sharp piece of iron that was lying nearby and sliced off his own head.

When you shave all your hair like that, your scalp gets exposed to air and it seems to cool down.

“Whew. It’s okay.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“I’ve been walking around all my life struggling, and those guys were just joking around on those weird vehicles?”

“You don’t like that?”

“No! They should have a hard time just as much as I did! Of course!”

Vodka nodded, saying he understood, even though he had no idea what ‘obviously’ meant.

“I always wear stuffy clothes like this, but they dress up so stylishly! And they look light and cool! You may not know because you’re a tin can, but this fabric is secretly heavy, right?”

It’s quite heavy to wrap yourself in several layers of cloth that can cover your entire body, and since it’s not ventilated, you sweat a lot and it’s difficult.

Even if you do a little bit of activity in that state, your body starts to smell terrible. That unbearable smell is something you can never get used to.

How stressful it is.

“Those kids! They’re just playing around and doing garbage collection without any hardships!”

As Harmon intended.

With just a glimpse of the Guldari Guild collectors, Racol was properly provoked.

“I’m mad again now that I think about it!”

As he said this, Racol began to pack up his equipment that he had placed on a large table.

“Vodka! I’m chasing them! I’m going to kill them!”

“Okay.”

Vodka jumped out the window of the mansion, holding Racol in his arms.

Since Vodka had no flying ability, he landed on the ground and jumped.

Vodka, who soared while blowing away the surrounding debris, crashed into the canyon cliff once before jumping in the opposite direction, and with just two jumps, Vodka emerged from the canyon and checked the motorcycle tire tracks left in the wilderness.

The dust was blown by the wind and quickly obscured the wheel tracks, but the humanoid’s eyes could not escape it.

“We will track it.”

With those words, Vodka, with Racol at his side, charged forward.

Soon enough, a motorcycle appears out of Vodka’s field of vision.

“Target captured.”

“Okay! Vodka! Throw me!”

With those words, Racol crouched down so that he could be thrown, and Vodka planted his front paws hard on the ground, twisted his body, and threw Racol like a baseball.

Racol, who flew around with his body curled up, was soon spotted by the Guldari Guild collectors, who were terrified at the sight of Racol.

“What is that?!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen this machine around here!”

After hearing their voices and guessing the approximate distance, Racol stretched out his body when he felt he was in the right place, and also stretched out the mechanical tail he had equipped.

Kuuung!

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Before I kill you, I have something to ask you. I ask everyone.”

Racol landed with his tail stuck in the ground, bending his tail, which was three times the length of an adult male, to easily kill the impact that should have come to his body, then grabbed his dizzy head and spoke.

“Why are we born?”

“You’re crazy. Attack!”

Guldari Guild collectors quickly draw their weapons and rush in.

Racol placed both legs on the ground and swung his tail at the collectors rushing towards him.

“Is birth a blessing? No. Human birth is nothing more than the failure to abort a baby.”

The tail, swung fiercely, subdued the collectors in an instant, and Racol continued speaking while piercing the abdomen of one of them with the sharp blade at the end of the tail.

“Is life happy? No. Happiness is fleeting. Most of life is excruciating pain. Someday we will get sick and die in agony because of the pollutants that accumulate on our skin and lungs.”

Racol shows his skin while saying so.

His skin, which had been rotting and peeling off for 45 years, was telling him that his life would soon end.

“The world we live in is already dead, and the ones living there are machines. We’ve already lost our place in this world. Right?”

“Why are we born?”

“Why do we live?”

“If you were to tell me why people are born, it would be to suffer and be unhappy, just as life itself is suffering and unhappiness.”

Absolutely.

Racol’s eyes sparkle.

“But I don’t like that! I want to be happy! Isn’t that what everyone else is like? That’s why.”

Others should be as unhappy as I am.

Others should suffer as much as I should suffer.

If you do that, you will surely live a happy life without pain or unhappiness.

“That’s why you were born. Right? So, be unhappy.”

Nonsense.

Stupid things that even a child wouldn’t say.

A twisted conclusion that was reached after endlessly jumping to conclusions based on one’s own reasoning without considering anyone else’s opinion, based on questions that arose within oneself.

With that conclusion, the tail that Racol swung began to attack people.

I really hate seeing other people happy.

In a world where happiness is already scarce, it’s strange that others take away the happiness that should belong to you.

Seriously, they are evil and bad guys.

So, we have to make them unhappy to get their happiness back.

Because that happiness must have originally been his.

Absolutely.

“Vodka.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you figure out where they came from using their teleportation device?”

“It is possible.”

“Okay. Then track it.”

Recall spoke as he looked out over the wilderness horizon with a determined gaze filled with justice and mission.

“Let’s go get my happiness back.”