episode_0175

Named Freedom (4) – Daehan New Blue House Presidential Office

“… … If it were you, you would definitely go to hell.”

A clear voice quietly echoes through the office.

Yeon-cheol looked at the window with bloodshot red eyes.

The guy who was looking at himself in front of the slightly fluttering curtain began to walk slowly.

Tap- tap- tap- tap-

The sound of footsteps that seemed to come from the brain, not the ears.

“… … You.”

He was literally walking through the heart of Daehan without any resistance.

It was like a picnic without breaking through the double or triple security guard.

He slowly stood in front of Yeon-cheol-

Drurrr

A chair is placed behind him as if he is being drawn by something.

Naturally, the guy sitting on the chair looked at Yeon-cheol and laughed.

An expression that cannot be seen under the usual serious and benevolent mask.

“The look on your face after chewing shit is superb. Did you expect a close match?”

If that’s the case, I’m even more disappointed…

The questions continue as if scratching the burning iron that already makes me feel like I am in the abyss.

Yeon-cheol growled, tightly gripping the pistol resting on his lap.

“This is your true self. This- this-”

A crackling flame appeared among the black ashes.

“God is a piece of shit- The benevolent cult leader is a piece of shit- Was it fun, cult leader?”

A dog like a dog.

“Have you had enough fun watching Daehan struggle so far? You fucking psychopath! There is no such thing as a devil bastard! How are guys like you any different from the kids who played with ants and looked at their daughters with a sense of superiority?

“Oh… Your tone of voice has become quite frivolous. Now, Mr. President, are you going to stop acting?”

“You devil-like psychopathic bastard!”

“Aren’t you being too kind to yourself? I don’t think this is something you should hear.”

Kwaang-!

In response to Yeoncheol’s next answer, he hit the desk again and screamed as if spitting.

“Don’t spit in your own face—you hypocrite!”

He pointed at the guy with the hand holding the pistol and spoke repeatedly as if he was scolding him.

“The reason Daehan lost is because you are a monster, not because you are right! Faith and faith! Fuck that fucking faith and belief!”

Yes, I was blah blah blah about the fucking freedom!

“They wear a mask with such strange words, but in reality, they are just bastards sucking honey from behind your back. But what?!”

Faith and freedom?

“Why do such idiots need something like that?! Freedom leads to choices, and choices lead to branches! One prong makes two prongs, and those two prongs become four, and four prongs become eight. Fuck, the prongs that increase so much are just a waste!”

If you don’t have freedom, there is no need to waste money.

If we obey, we can overcome any crisis together.

“In the end, you too want one power without waste! The difference between you and me is that I was honest and you were pretentious!”

“You just had powers that didn’t fit the theme.”

That’s the only difference between you and me.

“Other than that, what’s the difference between you and me?! ok?! Oh wow?!!”

A desperate cry, as if making an excuse or protest to someone.

The saliva dripping in the air, unable to reach the face, slowly flows down to the ground, and the guy’s face becomes clear again.

He looked at Yeon-cheol, who was fuming as he couldn’t overcome the anger in his gaze as the secretions disappeared, and nodded with a small smile.

“There were many times when I wanted to be like you.”

“… … What?”

Yeon-cheol paused for a moment, then a voice in an exaggerated theatrical tone continued.

“But- the teacher said- that’s not real power.”

Not the sweat dripping from the neck that was forcibly pressed down –

Tears towards the hand stroking my self-bowed head.

“Is that real or what? Well, this is our teacher’s opinion and I also have my own opinion―”

“What bullshit―”

Kiiing—!

“Listen.”

A white flame burning on his index finger as if warning.

His words continued to Yeon-cheol Yeon, who quietly closed his mouth as he watched Mana brighten up the office in an instant.

“Would you like to tell me a really interesting fact? What’s really surprising about religion is that it grows more explosively after the people in whom it is practiced die.”

Evidence and reality disappear, but faith becomes stronger.

“Isn’t it fascinating? Well, I’ve been thinking about this in my own way, and I think-”

Kiiing—!

The sound of operation rings so clearly.

The white flames blooming from his fingers were burning brighter.

“Perhaps it is not the object that causes people’s faith, but the trajectory the object has taken.”

The trail of white flames brightening the darkness was slowly drawn by his index finger in a straight line.

And then a white flame continues along that straight line again, as if striking a match.

“It is not God, but the trajectory he has passed through that becomes a flame that illuminates faith.”

Cheap!

A flame burning brighter with an auditory hallucination as if a match was being lit.

“Regardless of whether it is a story passed down by word of mouth, a book, or a picture.”

A slightly different issue from truth and lies.

A slightly different issue from the distinction between hypocrisy and true goodness.

“Your Excellency the President, who accuses me of hypocrisy-”

His fingers moved slowly as if drawing a picture.

A form that slowly flies towards the burning iron with a weak flame that threatens to go out.

A handgun with a twisted angle slowly withered away in front of the burning iron.

“It seems like you’ve been living on a not-so-straight trajectory―”

Yeon-cheol growled, clutching the real pistol he was holding tightly.

“Stop reciting pseudo-verses and get to the point.”

“… … Main point?”

“Yes. To what extent are you looking at me as a fool? Even with this kind of power, there must be a reason why you’re dragging your feet.”

A small smile appeared on Yeon Yeon-cheol’s face again, as if he was regaining control.

“Isn’t it because you are jealous of my ability that you are procrastinating like this? Was I wrong?”

If you kill me, you will gain points and inventory, but your skills will literally disintegrate and disappear.

“It would be a waste, right? Losing an awakened person like me at a time when we are almost on the verge of victory would be considered a loss of power.”

So, you must be sticking your face in front of me and talking like a fool.

“Isn’t it?”

Yeon-cheol sighed for the first time in a long time and knocked on the wooden desk that was now the salary negotiation table.

Thump- thud- thud- thud-

There is a saying that a gentleman’s revenge is ten years too early.

First of all, I will crawl on your crotch like Hanshin, who crawled on the crotch of the gangsters.

“Furthermore, only I can control the city power of Daehan efficiently―”

“For.”

The conversation that continued as if he was promoting or boasting was cut off by the guy spitting out two words.

The guy looked at Yeon-cheol and continued speaking as if making a sentence.

“The owner of a city called Daehan. Weapon creation skill Awakened Young Iron.”

“What story did you prove yourself with?”

Its eyes glowed brightly even in the dark, as if piercing through burning iron.

“Just as there are stories you have built up, there are also stories I have built up. And unfortunately, your use in that story is not one of mercy and tolerance.”

I’ve already used it once.

Yeon-cheol felt something unidentifiable slowly tightening around him along with the bastard’s mumbling.

The atmosphere is gradually becoming sharper and the darkness is oppressing me as if it is strangling my throat.

“Why did the war drag on like this? Is there anything more trivial than entering your heart and slitting your throat like this? That’s no different from the sentences described dryly in history books.”

I don’t want history, Yeon-cheol.

A voice flows like a snake to Yeon Yeon-cheol, who is trying desperately to hide his increasingly trembling body.

“A story of a violent dictator being judged by great warriors who received revelation from God.”

“Too trite to be a novel and unreliable to be history.”

“A passage from mythology.”

Whoa whoa!

The moment he finished speaking, Yeon Yeon-cheol’s right hand, which hit the desk as if he had been waiting, went to his temple.

Yeon-cheol felt the cold touch of the ink-colored paper among the fluttering reports and quickly pulled the trigger.

────.

Gunshots, the trajectory of a bullet passing through the brain, and even a tick-tick misfire.

This moment when nothing could make the office cry.

Yeon-cheol’s eyes slowly squinted at his right temple.

His finger was glued to the pistol as if it were fixed, unable to pull the trigger.

“… … Ughhh―”

Even though he was biting his lips and trying hard, his fingers didn’t respond to his will.

There could only be one culprit.

“… … Ughhh―”

Yeoncheol’s pupils slowly fluttered as he scanned the front where the report had disappeared.

“Uuuu!”

The guy had his fingers on his temples, just like himself, as if they were mirrors.

He lifted his index finger in a hand shape as if he were holding a transparent pistol.

“Uuuu!”

Every time that happened, his index finger also twitched just like that guy.

A dirty and creepy feeling that you are being played by a guy.

This is why I didn’t even want to give that guy any chance to judge me.

“Uuuu!”

I tried to scream out of frustration, but my mouth wouldn’t open.

The guy who was just looking at Yeon-cheol, who was moaning, slowly brought the other finger to his lips.

“Shhh―”

At that moment, I couldn’t even grunt or close my eyes.

All he could do was watch with trembling pupils what this guy was going to do to him.

Naturally, all the nerves in my body were focused on his index finger.

Even small movements cause skin to grow and hairs to grow.

With a trembling body, I was waiting for the moment when he would pull the trigger,

“… … .”

He didn’t pull the trigger.

Slowly, very slowly, his hand returns to the desk that he was unable to destroy with his kick.

His right hand resting on the desk together like a mime following his hand.

He took his index finger off the trigger and slowly raised it to the sky.

and-

Talk.

Talk.

Knocks ringing together.

Cuuu!

At that moment, the ground shook and alarm sounds began to sound loudly.

[Weeen!]

Regardless of Yeon-cheol’s trembling gaze, which alternately stared at his and the man’s fingers, his index finger looked at the ceiling again.

Talk.

Talk.

Kwaaa!

Now it’s the sound of a building collapsing and something colliding.

Talk.

Talk.

bang-! bang-! bang-!

A gunshot loudly splits the air-

Talk.

Talk.

[Aaaahhh! Ahhh!]

Desperate screams and cries.

“… … Can you hear me?”

Yeon-cheol looked at him with trembling eyes.

A voice slowly approaches Yeon-cheol’s ears, with thick beads of sweat forming on his chin, like rain.

[Waaa!]

[Find Lieutenant Colonel Yeon-cheol!]

[Find Lieutenant Colonel Yeon-cheol!]

Something was coming.

The story was coming.

In a form other than a pistol.

This is – fuck, this is –

It is the only thing allowed to me as I cannot move my body or close my eyes.

The religious leader in front of him continued the last words he could not finish.

“… … The guillotine is coming.”

An END called freedom.