episode_0735

When expressing the race of a country, how can we represent its people?

What language do you speak?

Or were you born in that country?

Growing up in that country from childhood until adulthood?

Just nationality?

When asked which country you are from, anyone who answers can simply state their country of origin.

However, sometimes there are people who have some problems when talking about that country.

-I am Korean.

-Your tone is a little…?

-I defected from North Korea.

-ah.

Where you were born, raised and learned, but decide to abandon your previous nationality and live in a new country.

Looking at it positively, there are cases where people emigrate, there are cases where people transfer their nationality by somehow acquiring the nationality of a developed country, and there are cases where people seek asylum in a foreign country where their beliefs and ideas can be accepted due to problems in their own country.

In that case, the person refers to his or her country as the country to which he/she moved his or her nationality.

Even if you lived there for a long time, that country simply becomes your ‘former nationality’.

The reason for this to happen is probably because there is a strong belief that the place where people choose their new nationality will be better than before.

Even if it is different from reality because it is a belief created in an environment filled with brainwashing and ideological education, created from false illusions.

[The deeper you go inside, the more terrifying the place becomes.]

“Sure. The children born here truly believe that this place is like heaven.”

“Compared to the outside, that’s right.”

As we continued inside, we continued to encounter people from Hell Joseon.

And in the midst of it all, we also met a talented former Chinese citizen who claimed to be a ‘Korean’ to his core, or more precisely, a citizen of the ‘Joseon Union’.

[You give birth to a child underground, and the child is not told anything about the outside world. No, does telling me mean telling me….]

“Okay. In a distorted way.”

Dool handed me the data obtained from the previous area.

The material, which was painted in primary colors on a wide paper of four sections, had the provocative phrase ‘The survival of mankind / lies in Joseon’ placed top and bottom.

“It’s hell outside. They say humanity is extinct?”

“Wow. It’s like the introduction to an underground bunker survival story in an apocalypse. What is the cause? Nuclear war? Are you so foolish that you launched a nuclear weapon so that humanity could kill each other?”

Do-cheol was openly sarcastic while looking at the propaganda.

“Or a radiation leak? Is this the concept that the entire Earth’s atmosphere has been contaminated with radioactivity, and humans can no longer live on Earth, so they have come underground? It’s funny, really.”

“What’s funnier are the adults here. Oh, not a nuclear war.”

Gungi, who was running behind, also grabbed someone’s ankle and dragged them with a cynical voice.

[What is that?]

“Officer Jeong Hoon. I captured the same teachings that preached the greatness of the Joseon Empire to children.”

“Ugh…!”

A middle-aged man wearing a frog-like military uniform vomited blood.

“Gunggi, did you drill a hole in that man’s stomach?”

“No. I tried to shoot at the kids, but they retaliated.”

“Good job.”

The wound was not caused by the gunman being dragged to the floor, but by a bullet that flew out of the muzzle of the gun he fired and returned to hit him.

“The filth of this society…! I knew where this was and came down here…!”

[Hoo. Do you know us?]

“A mass of harm to humanity…! This is such a shame! You, you….”

[Imaemangryang knows, but I don’t. Then you can roughly guess it.]

This man is believed to have come here at least around June of last year.

[Did you come in on your own, or were you kidnapped and decided to remain loyal to this Hell Joseon in order to survive? Depending on the answer, our response will also vary.]

“Well, that’s…”

[If you answer honestly, your life will be saved. As you know, we are the people who mercilessly kill the scum of society.]

“Hee, hee hee…!”

Officer Jeong Hoon clutched his stomach and, although in pain, knelt down and bowed his head to us.

“I, I am Choi Yong-wan…! Poetry, actually…my sister is here…”

“That’s a lie. My heart is beating faster. It’s not from pain or fear. Look at me rolling my eyes?”

Do-ol pulled out a knife and pointed it at Officer Jeonghun Choi Yong-wan’s neck.

“You came here yourself, right? You’re a Haeguneul employee.”

“Well, that…?!”

“How did you know? First of all, if you see a person with the surname Choi in a place like this, they will stab you once. I got the answer right away.”

I wasn’t specifically aiming for it.

It was just a coincidence, and this man was really Mr. Haegeuneul Choi.

[Well done, Dool.]

“Okay then. I know I’ve interrogated these people once or twice. In that sense, this guy is nothing special.”

Suddenly.

Dool swung his sword.

Choi Yong-wan collapsed and lost consciousness.

[Did you get rid of it?]

“I didn’t kill him. I just knocked him unconscious with a knife.”

[Did you get rid of it?]

“…It’s not happening. That’s right. Have you checked to see if he really died?”

[I know Do-ol’s skills better than anyone else, so that can’t be possible. It’s just because of the things the Choi family does.]

Ho-Jeong Choi made bomb necklaces similar to the bodies of his relatives and executives.

This ability was infused into a person’s body in the form of a tattoo, and the tattoo exploded as soon as Choi Ho-jeong gave an order.

Fortunately, no one suffered from it, but even now that Choi Ho-jeong has become like that, there may still be something left behind.

Unexploded bombs from World War II are often found, and we can’t help but think about the possibility that the tattoo bomb planted by Choi Ho-jeong remains.

[You didn’t ask that before you passed out. What country are you from?]

“Wouldn’t it be obvious? I would have said he was Korean. In front of us.”

“Do you usually stand up and talk about being Korean?”

“Okay then. There are one or two people who change their nationality to save their lives…”

Docheol spoke sarcastically and scratched his head with an embarrassed expression.

“…Well, the backgrounds are different. Right?”

“…….”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s all the same anyway.”

Chaos patted Docheol on the back and supported her.

As Do-cheol said, the result is the same, ‘they betrayed their country and moved their nationality to another country,’ but at least there was a good reason for their exile and renunciation of nationality.

“At least in the distant future, we did not allow children who grew up underground to learn that those on the ground were ‘the great powers that oppressed Joseon.’ They didn’t intend to use it to make a living later.”

“…right.”

Just as a thief who stole someone else’s property and used it for gambling and a thief who stole bread because he was poor and hungry both commit theft, but there is a difference in their motives.

“There are bad villains and there are good villains-”

[There are no good villains. Let’s just say there are worse villains and less bad villains.]

“That’s it again.”

A villain is a villain, and we are less bad villains.

“Then shall we continue to do bad things? As an executive of Lee Mae-mang-ryang, his last evil act as a vicious villain.”

“Hehe. It’s a perfect day to shed the executive’s name and live.”

For the peace of the world that our association will rule.

“Gunggi. Docheol. Dool. chaos. … Let’s blow away this nickname, the evil evil of China, together with Hell Joseon here today.”

“How about goblins? Do you want to join us?”

[It’s not China’s evil evil, but it could dispel any suspicions about me being called an ‘oni.’]

It may not be widely known to the world, but it is just each individual’s mindset.

Such mental armament is the driving force that makes our talented people stronger.

[If it is enough to destroy Hell Joseon, it will be enough for the final operation of Lee Ma-mangyang.]

If this Hell Joseon was Korea in the purest sense, we would probably have been caught at least once by now.

But that’s not the case.

No matter what nationality it is, it has the name ‘Joseon’ in front of it.

Even if the pronoun that refers to something is Korean, Hwan’s will knows that the content inside is not Korean at all.

This is not Korea.

It is simply a false world created jointly by the remnants of the fallen North Korean dictator, Chinese officials, and capitalists who have proven to be of no help to South Korea.

[You can see it slowly.]

We ran forward along the path of the underground cave for a while and stopped in place.

[chaos. This is the same no matter how you look at it, right?]

“…I made a really nice one in the basement. huh. That’s right.”

The place we emerged from was the top of a large cavity.

I felt like if I came out to the vent and took just one step forward, I would fall into the ‘river’ and drown.

“A moment. Ugh, can you hear the sound of water? That thing is circulating. I guess they dug the ground very long and circulated the groundwater?”

Splash, splash.

“Otherwise, the river surrounding a place that looks like a ‘capital’ cannot be treated as a stagnant and rotten river. Right?”

[of course.]

Unlike all the other areas we have passed through so far, only this one shows anything close to the outermost forms of civilization.

[Yeouido is spread out in the middle of the underground, the depth of which is unknown.]

In front of us is Yeouido.

“A goblin man living in Seoul. Do you know the approximate location?”

[of course. Instead of what there should be, it is full of traditional hanoks, but […]

The shape of the island seen from above looked very familiar to me.

[On the other side. A palace was built where the National Assembly building should have been.]

like that.

We arrived at the capital of Hell Joseon.

“Goblin. Slowly…”

[iced coffee. of course.]

There is only one thing for us to do in this capital.

[3 hours to go. This country will be destroyed within it.]

Kill Western Joseon.