Hunter of the Perished World

Unlike the hunters of the wilderness, the fact that the enforcer works for Wargrave alone is unpaid, but as a result, Lieutenant Carl is likely to be the enforcer who came down to the Korean Peninsula to solve the case.

'You looked too young, but if you think you're new, it's not too hard.'

He would have been sent to a relatively extensive region of East Asia to provide time for first-timers to accumulate experience.

This concludes one deduction: Lt. Carl is Wargrave's enforcer. The executive's actual rank is not important.

Executioners have the authority to execute even Warlord, the leader of Fortress, for good reason. So the position of executive leaves rank relations and even Wargrave soldiers are terrified.

Of course, all this information was completely unknown to the public in the wilderness. Because it was true, it was something I knew, something I could judge and think about.

Leona sits still as Jean seems to be lost in thought. Leona's notices were truly animal, so she didn't interrupt when Gin was serious.

Of course, Gene was not a noticeable human being.

'This is important enough for the executioner to run like a bunny on fire....'

It is clear that I left because I came up with something.

'Two Wargrave facilities on the Korean Peninsula, one in Seoul. One in Busan.'

A total of two mass convergence points appeared on the Korean Peninsula, one in Seoul and one in Busan. Wargrave has built fortresses in MCPs around the world, so there are, of course, forts in Busan.

'However, the MCP in Busan ceased to be active. The fortress has been closed ever since....'

It is not uncommon for MCPs to cease their activities. However, the MCP in Busan ceased to act for some reason and did not spit out any more monsters. Jindo, of course, came to the Korean Peninsula to hear the rumors and confirm when the case was already finished. Thirty-two years ago.

At that time, the closed fortress in Busan was heavily guarded by Wargrave troops, and Jean did not penetrate the Wargrave troops dispatched to investigate the incident.

I just assumed that there was a problem.

'Hmm…. I suspected that Wargrave might have done some sort of secret experiment in Busan, but this is clear.'

There were many other strange things happening in the world. There is no need to be curious this time.

But this time it's a little different.

What if the strangeness and the attack and the destruction of the lone monsters were not an accident or an intention by something? And what if there's a secret Wargrave experiment involved?

Lt. Carl must know the truth about BMCP's dormant state and the closure of Fort Busan. Or he's guessing something. Therefore, it is likely that he was interested in this unusual event that occurred on the Korean Peninsula.

Gene recalls once again the White Ball's words.

"This is the work of the Devil. '

When I heard it, I accepted it because it was a wonderful thing to say, and I didn't believe it. However, the poem was also brought down by the Giant Wolf. Gene smiles bitterly.

'White Paper, you must have had some foresight.'

However, Gene couldn't help but wonder if the dead white boy's words might be true.

Something happened in Busan Fortress in the past, and Wargrave's enforcers are thinking about connecting the incident with the city's collapse. And the collapse of self-immolation was probably an act of the devil.

What the hell was Wargrave doing in Busan?

Hunters judge.

Lieutenant Carl is a Wargrave enforcer. '

'BMCP's dormant sleep and the collapse of Busan Fortress correlate, and that involves Wargrave's experiments.'

'The destruction of Zado is related to Wargrave's experiments in Busan.'

'It's worth checking out what Wargrave's experiments were.'

Gene looks at Leona and says,

"Getting you home will be a little slower."

"Why?"

"I should head south."

It was natural for Leona to make a face that she didn't like. Somehow, the destination is to the north, but there's still work to be done down south.

"We're going to Busan."

While it is likely that nothing will be recovered, thanks to the chips received from Lieutenant Carl, Gene was prepared to accept any reasonable waste of time. Wargrave's lack of thoroughness explains Carl's urgency.

So, Gin was sure that there would be clues or anything left in Busan.

"Go to bed early, I'll stay tomorrow."

"Ahhhh..."

Of course, Leona sighed at the fact that the journey had gotten longer and longer. If we go down to the southernmost tip of the Korean Peninsula and North Korea again, it will not be for a month.

"Our destination is to the north. Why do you keep going down?"

"I wonder about that."

"... You're the one who asked me to go south."

Beyond returning to Ad Point, we now have to go to the southernmost tip of the male peninsula. The two are heading south from Aad Point. The progress of this nasty situation was hilarious.

Wasting time is wasting lives. Of course, it applies the same to Gin as it does to others, but Gin didn't have much time left. Therefore, this decision was also quite important to Jin.

Of course, Gene didn't tell Leona about it.

"I thought you said you had a home in the south."

"Uh, I don't pee that way."

Leona said with a disgusting expression.

"Something happened back home?"

"Hmm, isn't it hard not to get hit by something?"

Son of a whore.

It's obvious what kind of adult Leona was raised to be. The more miserable the world and the environment, the more intensely we rank each other.

Everyone is humble, but some think they are even more humble. I feel relatively honored by being looked down on by someone. The gin was not funny as long as I watched the soiled vineyards despise the filthy ones a little.

Seeing barbarians come a second time in the world and their identities and ranks resurrected, Gene realized that history sometimes flows backwards.

Leona laughs if she thinks about the old days.

"Well, it wasn't my personality."

"Hmm, it looks that way."

"Let me tell you a heroic story. I fought 5: 1."

"That's interesting. You're not a very good fighter, even if you're a jerk."

Leona grips her fist tightly with a grimace.

"They're little fuck-ups, easy. You can't pick up everything in a one-on-one fight. One guy, the other guy grabs my windpipe, or whatever the hell he's doing, just kill the one guy he's supposed to be a george, and the rest of us will run scared."

"Phew…. That's great, but how do you count five?"

Even if you beat one, you can't beat the enemy's inferiority. After all, it is a tithe to be beaten before being beaten first.

"Women have the advantage in child fights."

Leona speaks boldly, pointing to Jean's difficulties. Gin's sudden actions flawed the corners of her coat.

"Men have a very convenient weakness for balls, and that's all I worked hard for. Lie face to face and die in two. I'm telling you, if you hit three of them, they're gonna bring the bridge down. Ridiculous!"

Leona laughed as she said so.

"The others were very impressed with me because I was such a jerk from the meadow! I heard later that he exploded."

Leona is not a compassionate person. Like a beast, the user rushes to kill the target when attacked. This item must have been trampled on without mercy, so it is forgiving to survive at all.

Above all, Gene was shocked by Leona's sudden flirtation. A kid pointing to an old hunter's troubles indefinitely.

"... the end."

Gene felt the end in many ways. Leona laughs and adds. Leona had to be despised in her hometown, but her personality was perfect for everyone.

"That's where I killed my father, and I told him everything. What are you talking about, witches? They're trying to eat me."

So I had to run away, and I had no good feelings for my hometown. That's why Leona was reluctant to go down south to her hometown.

Gene bursts into laughter.

"Witches... I guess there's still a neighborhood that sells people that way, huh? It's fun."

"It's not fun when you get hit."

Leona opens her axe's eyes and stares at Gin.

"To someone who doesn't even know what a witch is... No, they don't even know what a witch is. If you don't like me, then you're a witch."

"That's the way it's supposed to be used. For old times' sake."

"It's a shame to put it that way when you say you want to die. I don't live in infamy. I say yes if you want someone to die. It's a good thing you're honest, isn't it?"

Leona shrugs. Leona's words are theoretical, but of course they're difficult. Gene had no choice but to make a bitter smile before the Devil disappeared in the world.

Even though the number has decreased now, as Leona said, witches have been used to mean it. And it's still being used.

Leona frowns at the feeling of deterioration as she thinks of the old days, then flashes her head as if she remembers something.

"That's right. You're a hunter, right? So you know what a witch is?"

"A kind of demon."

"Are witches evil monsters, too?"

"There are many kinds of demons, and one of them is a witch. There's nothing the demons have in common. I just decided to call it that."

It's not the same thing to call monsters of the same level just by tying them up in the category of demons.

"Then what is a witch?"

"There are many characteristics…. Witches control monsters first."

"…… what?"

"Do you understand what it means to manipulate monsters into minions?"

"You control monsters? Is that possible?"

"Yes. Witches rule monsters."

Monsters have character, nature, and will. Witches can break down any system of consciousness of such monsters and make their own moves.

If self-destruction is the work of the devil, it is the work of a witch, without saying anything else. Monsters of hostile relationships and individuals acting alone join forces in front of the Witch.

What this means is worse than I thought.

"Witches can self-power monsters in groups. To put it simply, we could build a city of monsters. It is possible to make monsters fight, or strategically execute an operation."

If it is well controlled, it means you can have an army of monsters. Monsters can be controlled, not brute force attacks. Witches are a threat.

"At one time, a witch occupied the entire northern continent of Alaska. I don't know what to tell you."

The witch occupied a vast area and built a monster kingdom there. It's all in the past now. Leona said briefly that she had no idea how frightening Jean's words were.

"That would be so convenient."

"Haha…. That's a curious perspective."

"Isn't that right? If the monsters are guarding the perimeter, we'll be safe. If you need a chip, you need to cut one open."

"Mmmm... As a witch, I'm sure it is."

At Gene's words, Leona bursts into laughter.

"How would I like to be a witch, as they say?"

It meant that if I had such convenient power, I wouldn't have to suffer like this. Gene knew what a joke was, so he had to make a bitter smile.

Thousands of people who were unfairly killed by witches passed through their minds.

And a myriad of past remnants fill Gene's mind.

'Tell me the difference between a demon hunter and a demon hunter.'

"If you kill the last demon, how will you live? '

Tell me the difference! '

'In a world without demons, what do you hope to live in?'

'You can't say.'

'Demon hunter, what will you live for?'

"You're nothing but demons who hunt demons. '

'You're gonna miss me.'

'Bastard.'

'When the time allowed for you to finish filming, you will realize that you loved us only to finish.'

'Kill me, kill me.'

'Now, finish it.'

'Demon hunter.'

"Mister?"

Leona regains her sense of reality, which she fearfully stabbed in the side.

"Why are you blushing? Sleepy?"

Leona frowns as if it was strange to see Jean still pacing.

"No."

Gene gripped his teeth ferociously to get away from the remnants of the past that suddenly overwhelmed him. It was only after the pain that the gums seemed to settle that the camp took the next step.

"What, that's a poop face."

Leona grumbles as she looks ahead at the walking camp, and she says nothing.

Some memories are never forgotten, but they come to mind more and more intensely over time. Sometimes, Gene is overwhelmed by memories that weigh as much as time has passed.

Humans live on their shoulders for as long as they have lived.

Gene was on his shoulders more time than anyone else in the world.