Chapter 111: Masquerade Party (25)

Chapter 111: Masquerade Party (25)

There was something that worried him a little.

The name Zeus. His concern might sound a little ridiculous, but looking at the incredibly unstable weapon zap about and in the moment that he pressed the button, the thought that popped into Gyosus mind was that its name felt incredibly jinxed.

After World War III started, nations all around the world invested all of their resources and technology into weapon development and, as a result, created countless new weapons.

Among them, there were quite a few that were expected to change the history of weaponry, and the scientists, with their strong patriotism, had a very positive opinion of naming their weapons after gods names.

The cluster biohazard missile, Hades, was one of them

The napalm rail bullet, Agni

Bird-luring device, Horus

Lightweight vehicle bridge device Moses and others continued the tradition.

But as if they were paying the price for their arrogance, all of the weapons didnt have that great of an end.

Hades blew up an entire country because of a misfire.

Horus, which used birds to create a birdstrike wall in the air to block aerial routes of enemies, instead made the research lab containing the prototype into one of Hitchcocks movies because of a researchers mistake.

The portable infantry vehicle bridge device Moses was sturdy but incredibly weak to lateral pressure, so if the enemy poured just two tank lorries worth of water upstream from where the bridge was placed, then the bridge would start to shake, and thus was given the dishonorable nickname Stepping Stones to the Sanzu River. 1

He didnt know the reason, but all of the weapons named after gods had problems in one way or another. In the end, the scientists came to believe in the God Name Weapon Jinx and, from then on, named weapons R-7 and Mk-3, like they did in the past.

Cough! Gaghhh!

[Eeep! The body the bodys not moving! Hey vessel! You still hanging in there?]

Ah, euuhaaaaah

His entire body shriveled up as if it were injected with an intramuscular drug. Like he predicted, the overcharged Zeus poured out all of the power it gathered, and the currents that it couldnt manage to control were released into its surroundings.

[Stop struggling and just lie down! Ill try to move you!]

Shut up Who knows how much of my body will mutate next time I hand it over to you? Cough!

But unexpectedly, his body was in decent shape. He did get a bunch of red spiderwebs all over my body like someone whos been hit by lightning, but other than that and his entire body aching with no strength left in it, everything else was fine.

[Arent your standards a little too low? Normal people usually call those levels of wounds a near-death experience.]

The fact that I can feel pain throughout my entire body means that none of my nerves were completely fried. Honestly, I thought cough! I would have to live with a paralyzed body for the rest of my life. If I survived, that is.

Ive seen a lot of people with fatal injuries claim that I know my own body best! and continue to act recklessly, but after actually being on the brink of death once, I sort of understood why they said that. It was a pretty bad wound, but he could feel that it would heal with rest. There wasnt any proof, but it just felt like it.

It might be that because Ive already had one foot in the afterlife before, I know instinctively that its not time to go just yet.

Gyosu tried to crawl to the window but gave up and lied down because his body couldnt muster up the strength.

Need to I need to check what happened

[Stay there. Ill move you.]

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

Gyosus left arm dragged his body, covered in red webs from his broken capillaries, using its fingers.

Thump.

Feeling his back touch the glass, still hot from the aftermath of the shot, Gyosu turned his eyes.

Hah, hahah my goodness

Gone.

He wanted to check the enemys situation, but there were no enemies. From the point where the cannon was aimed at and beyond.

Where the dozens of tanks and combat vehicles and countless numbers of Raptor infantry had been fighting, there was only a single, brown valley. A valley where dozens of tanks and several times more combat vehicles, the Raptors infantry, sand, and bedrock melted into one and turned into oddly shaped bedrock.

Hah Its no wonder they claimed that theyd win if they just bought time.

[Even I would gain patriotism if I were a soldier that saw that thing pass over my head. Patriotism? Chauvinism? Anyway.]

Ian would have loved to try this.

[I can bet my entire consciousness that if he used this, then he would have dry-orgasmed and then passed out on the spot.]

Gyosu could understand why, when all other weapons named after gods disappeared after an accident or were changed to a different name, only Zeus was able to keep its title.

My fing god The world is at risk if this much can be done with just one button

The weapons power made its user call to the gods out of pure awe.

Even in the gods eyes, this blue lighting that the humans created would have been satisfactory enough for it not to be an insult to his name.

Zeus was a weapon with as much power as its name described.

Shwoooooo

Rain.

Raindrops suddenly began to fall from the hazy sky, and steam began to rise from the terrifying valley created from molten metal and men.

Rain after thunder I see. Games still have a long way to go. Who cares if theres magic and monsters? Realitys even more unrealistic.

The battle lasted from sundown to nightfall. In the aftermath of that explosion, ash and dust must have risen into the sky. And as the air rapidly warmed up from Zeus shot and the valley heated up to a temperature close to lava, it caused an updraft. Well, there should be some sort of scientific reason if anyone is asking for one.

But

For some reason, to Gyosu, this seemed like a sign from the heavens to stop.

[You believe in that stuff?]

Shush. Maybe Im just a little sentimental because I almost died.

Both Hyde and Gyosu didnt say anything, but they felt it inside. Even though they were the enemy, just a single hand motion from him made hundreds of people evaporate into thin air.

Ive tried my best to be good so I can follow Mom to heaven.

[You did?]

Wasteland standards, you asshole. But I dont think even that excuse will work anymore.

[I dunno If I were a god, then I would have given you good credit for killing the Raptors. Those guys are basically the human embodiment of a population reduction policy.]Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

The fact that I killed them isnt the problem. The problem is that even though the fights over, in my head all Im thinking about is the other guys I need to kill.

The Executive Department bastards that killed his mother. Theyre hiding somewhere inside this city.

He pulled it out without even a moment of hesitation, then stopped the wound with the hemostatic spray he had left over after using it on Vex. This cant even be called a wound. Mhm.

After shaking away the wooze in his mind, he quickly raised the hand cannon in his left hand and dragged his body forward, investigating his surroundings. Smoke was floating out of the armored car. There was no sign that the hatch had been opened, so the ones inside either died or didnt plan on coming out.

The bloodwasnt just mine?

There were a few corpses. He thought they might have been run over by the armored car when it broke in, but the traces on the body werent ones that could be made from getting hit by a car.

There are five just from what I can see. A sharp spear? Stake? Did they get hit by a ballista? There are signs of cuts too And this one looks like it was crushed by some kind of heavy machinery.

Their ages were between 40 and 50. Any other information was hard to get because of how badly the corpses were damaged. Traces are different from explosions. As if they were attacked by a giant beast

Dont tell me, this is

Suddenly, the battle with the monster that day around noon flashed through Ians mind. Mutant. A Type 2 mutant couldnt produce this level of destruction, but if a Type 3 mutant occurred

Hahah! Were saved! Its the Raptors reinforcements! Youre done for now, you monster! No matter how strong you are, you dont stand a chance against a tank!

People!

Click!

Just then, when Ian was hiding behind a stack of wooden crates, he heard cheers coming from the people ahead.

Hey! Over here! Were the Executive Department! In an alliance with the Raptors! Were allies! This monster is an assassin sent by the Dome! Kill him! Shoot him right now!

And in front of him was a familiar silhouette, looking down on those people.

Hm? Ian? What are you doing here?

You You!

Black hair with a familiar ruffled hairstyle. And although a little tired, the same witty voice.

With the sound of the bulky hand cannon clattering on the ground, Ian started to stagger towards Gyosu.

N-no

Wow, it hasnt even been that long since we last saw each other, but its still good to see you. You look pretty normal. What about Vex? Whyd you come here alone?

Sting

Hearing his casual, friendly tone, tears started to pour out of one of the strongest men in the world like waterfalls.

UAAAAAAAHHH!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!

W-whats wrong? What happened?!

Grasp!

Without giving Gyosu a chance to stop him, Ian hugged Gyosu tightly as he continued to cry, even forgetting that they were still in front of the enemy.

Red blossoms of scars from an electric shock could be seen throughout all of his exposed skin. A military uniform soaked in blood. And

His left arm, which no longer looked like a humans but a monsters.

After his exchange with Old Picture that morning, Ian knew all too well what the sorry state his friend was in meant.

My friend died!!! Hes a mutant!!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!

D-die? Hey, wait! What are you talking abo

Heartbroken, Ian brushed his hand across Gyosus body, full of wounds. He was well aware of what those web-like scars were from.

Wounds from an electric shock. Its not surprising he got caught after charging alone into the Dome, which is crawling with experienced street fighters. Electric shock torture The simplest and quickest torture device to use. If he died, then it means he didnt speak a word until the end.

The image of Gyosu dying with electrical burns all over his body after receiving all sorts of torture from the Executive Department played in front of Ians eyes as clearly as day.

Another deep throb of pain pulled at the ironclad mans heart.

The corpses up front must have been your doing. Gyosu Park, you were stronger than any other man Ive met in my life. Even as you died from torture, the last determination your soul held carried on the mission, even after turning into a monster! You were strong enough to turn on the generator and chase the Executive Department all the way here!

Ian had tears and snot dripping down Gyosus shoulder as he tightly hugged the most influential friend and man he would ever meet in his life.

Sob! I respect you, my friend! Youve lived a life more respectable than any other person Ive seen! You were seriously a great guy!

Uh Ian? Mister Metal Jaw? Are you high? Like on drugs that the Raptors use for steroids?

Ian didnt even think of wiping away his tears. Because they didnt stop anyway. Yeah, he always talked like this. What will happen to him now? Probably, even after killing everyone here, mutant Gyosu Park wont die. He was a smart guy, after all. Even after the Executive Department is all dead, the cause of this situation is elsewhere. He wasnt dumb enough to know that the cause was the Raptors.

Ian, once again, pulled out his wifes memento that he kept preciously close to his heart.

I wont leave you like this I cant let my friend wander through the barren Wastelands alone to chase down the Raptors and die miserably!

Click!

Ian believed that this time, for sure, was truly the correct time to use his Derringer.

Farewell, my brother in soul. If you meet my wife, Molly, in the afterlife then tell her youre my friend, and shell treat you well. I will never forget you.

A-are you crazy?! Quit it with the gun! This bastard isnt thinking straight!

Powww!

Feeling a dull throb in his forehead, Ian felt another wave of tears form in his eyes. This headbutt it will probably be the last headbutt hell be able to receive from Gyosu! Ahh, my comrade!

Dont resist it! I at least want to complete the funeral of my close comrade with my own two hands!!!!

Who the hells dying, you fing idiot? Shut up before I send YOU to your wife!

Kurgghh-shwfp! That stubborn head of yours didnt go anywhere even after you died, did it? Die! Die through my hands!

IM NOT DEAD! I AM NOT DEAD! IM GYOSU PARK! I TURNED ON THE GENERATOR, SHOT ZEUS, AND MADE IT ALL THE WAY HERE ALIVE AND WELL, YOU STUPID MOTHERFER!!!

STUPID MOTHERFER

Stupid motherfer

Stupid motherfer

Gyosus desperate cries in his attempt to stop Ians gun from shooting him echoed through the Executive Departments garage.

Kkkkgggk

Gyosus left hand made a sinister scratching sound.

If the man didnt stop this time either, he was going to slap this guys head off at full power.

Translators note: aka The SSSR Rank Bridge. HAH, funny. Sorry.