Hunter of the Perished World

[13] Crazy people have a reason to survive (1)

Gene lived strangely long. That’s why even if Bird Dementia comes, it’s not strange. Even though you are not an old man, you are older than everyone else. Unless you take it out, you may not know if your brain is right.

“A blessing that the hunter is old enough to worry about dementia.”

Gene even spoke to himself, who was unconsciously unwell. Jin tries to smile forcefully, but he doesn’t smile at all.

It’s perfectly natural, but I never remember until I remember. Gene walks with a sense of ambition.

And at that time,

Booaaaaah!

The engine started ringing from a distance.

Gene hid himself in a dense grass.

Boooaoaoang!

The engine sounds were getting louder and louder enough to resonate for three or four kilometers. Gene moves slowly through the forest and gets off the plain. Gene stares at the horizon with his dying breath.

Gene sees a junk car approaching.

Booaaaaah!

The noise emitted from the harsh engine reactor.

A body that is soldered with a metal plate made of ice.

A tire made of scrap rubber.

It has three wheels, it has two wheels, it has four wheels.

Driver’s seat is present and not present.

Rubbish! Rubbish!

A time bomb where all vehicles look random and may explode with the driver when they are smashed.

Junkwagon

‘There’s no way the guy who makes that crazy stuff is in the salvage area…’ Maybe they’re from the continent. ’

It was just imitating a vehicle in the past, but with cheap reactors due to the extreme fuel of the Blue Chips, the speed was high. Just as Gene still handles firearms, even in a world where technology is scarce, someone has it.

Just as a hunter uses all his money and skills to deal with hunting weapons, someone has focused all his skills and desires on mounts.

Speed is more important than anyone else, of course, than a bunch of fanatics who put their own enemies to death in this godforsaken age.

Slaughter.

They have all the attributes of highway robbers, butchers, thieves, invaders and plunderers. They enjoy killing humans more than monsters, and there are no monsters or humans in their passage.

Of course, not to mention the nature of the slatters and their malignancies, not to mention the junk wagons they were riding were faster than a normal person’s walking.

That’s why nomads sometimes ride around in junk wagons that were stolen from slatters, even though they weren’t slatters.

However, Gene did not prefer to ride in a junk wagon.

Glug glug! Kwajang chang!

“Ahhhh! Queek! ”

One of the fancy runners stepped on a rock or two in a two-wheeled car and bounced off into the sky, and the body became airborne.

Junk wagons are crude vehicles, literally made of scrap metal, and they are very poorly durable and stable. It wasn’t Gin’s taste to run on a time bomb that didn’t know when it was going to explode. In addition, hunters are the first to spot an enemy, not the first to find it by emitting an engine sound on all sides. In many ways, Junkwagon was one of the things Jean hated a lot.

Of course, one slater was lying flat on the floor and my whole body twisted strangely and died instantly.

“Stop! Stop! ”

The slatters halt unilaterally, fearful of the command of the runner in the lead. It’s not hard to find Slater’s leader. Running at the forefront, with lots of attachments such as skeletons or cadaver heads in the vehicle, or at least luxurious.

The leader of the slater group, about thirty, accounted for all three. There were dozens of skeletons embedded in that junk wagon bonnet that looked like a car. Gene watches the slater horde freeze in the bush.

‘I don’t have a gun… You have firepower weapons…. They’re not savages. ’

Gene decides, looking into their armor as well as their leaders. Their Wagon cargo hold is loaded with rocket launchers that appear to be dangerous.

“Is he dead? ”

“I think so. ”

“Go get the engine and the parts! Let’s build a new one if we have some usable scrap metal in the next town. ”

A few slatters come down from Wagon and run toward the decomposed two-wheeler. No one cared about a colleague who died instantly. The leader looks at the slatters looking at him, patting his thick beard and shouting.

“Hands off the car! ”

Ten slatters raise their hands in a flash, fearful of falling horses. The leader points at one person with a frown.

“Dude, you have a car! ”

“Brother! This is a little something called a car. Just pretend you don’t have it! ”

“No, man! Uh, there you are. Collapse, you’re next. ”

“Thank you, sir! I admire you!”

Slater, called “the rapture,” was really cheering to see if it made him feel better. Slatters splitting the engine and usable parts into each other’s junk wagons start up again.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Immediately before departing, the leader suddenly called out to the slatters, looking for a clean slate.

“You bastards! Stop the car if you think it’s going to crash! Don’t die like an idiot! If it had just exploded, they’d all be dead! Be careful! ”

“If you stop, Daeo stops. You’re the worst! ”

“What the hell?”

“Aim! Let’s go! ”

“I’ll take care of Eri, you bastard! Let’s go! If we’re lucky, we might find a bottle of booze! ”

“I don’t know if my brother will kill me with a drink! Hey, Maname!”

“Let’s see what the fuck this is! ”

“I’ll go first! ”

Boooaoaoang!

“Don’t you stand there, asshole! ”

Booaaaaah!

Slater’s hordes depart again with loud engine sounds. All they had left was the wheelchair marks, scraps of scrap metal, and the corpse. Gene waits for the slatters to leave in the bushes before waking up.

‘Slatters are noisy everywhere in the world. ’

Crazy comedy from afar, but it’s never a comedy for the people they face.

Whether to slice and kill first, or to kill first, laughter is never pleasant to the victims. They are ruthless to those who are not slatters.

And Gene was extremely reluctant to fight Slater, and chose to avoid him if he ever got distracted. There are many reasons, but there are four reasons to summarize.

1. Slatters usually form a group. Soon, it consumes a lot of ammunition.

2. Slatters are human and therefore cannot extract chips.

3. Monsters are more likely to be attracted to the sounds of Junk Wagon.

4. Slatters will self-destruct with Junkwagon if they lose. Soon, I’ll have the chip and I won’t die.

Jean hated fighting Slater so much that it was a very profitable fight.

‘But that direction… ’

The slatters vanish from view as they make their way past the bumpy road, but the engines continue to sound. Gene’s a little off, but he’s coming up north, and they’re heading south.

Ard Point is on their way. It is unlikely to be found, but there are a limited number of ways junk wagons can travel.

Just as Jin has come to the north with a comfortable road, they will also take the easy road to the south.

Then it inevitably arrives at Ad Point. Jin walks to the north with a stiff face.

Hunters are not vigilantes. It takes chips and does that much work. Emotions are excluded from all hunter hunts, just as hunters reluctantly shoot when faced with vagrants and refugees. The hunter is not a good man, and the town is done with business, and whatever happens there has nothing to do with progress.

So without turning back, Gene heads north knowing the fate of Ardpoint. Gene doesn’t think, and he doesn’t say anything. I just walked forward like a machine.

I wonder how long it’s been.

‘I remembered.’

Gene suddenly turns his steps in reverse. The camp that switched from north to south went down to the south. The reason for the change of pace is simple.

I just remembered what I had forgotten.

Only then did I feel refreshed in my complicated head and be able to decide the only clear thought and destination.

‘I didn’t get paid. ’

You haven’t recovered 500 chips from Leona.

Gene began South Korea on his way back to get his receivables back.

That’s the only reason, I keep thinking.

The speed of the junk wagon and the speed at which Gene walks are naturally different, and it was clear that no matter how fast Gene went, he would arrive late. The Junk Wagon is already within reach of the camp, and even if he’s a flying hunter, he can’t keep up with the Junk Wagon by running.

Naturally,

“Damn…. ”

Gene was running. Gene is fast, but not a beast. Above all, Dark Bone Energy is now even more so.

Slatters often leave directly after pillaging unless they’ve built a slater house. Though only about 30 of them were armed, the chaotic town could be devastated at any cost. If it was too late, the slatters would already be out of place, and the receivables would have to be evaporated.

Forgetting to pay is like doing something for free, and Gene has never made such a mistake.

Gene leaves Ad Point in such a hurry. I almost forgot that I didn’t get paid.

Gene’s total distance for two days was 120 kilometers. I walked without sleep, so I’ve been walking a great distance for 12 days.

And it took Gene roughly ten hours to get back on the road. Twelve kilometers an hour, no road, so it was fairly fast and monstrous.

There was darkness in the sky, and there was darkness everywhere.

Gene breathes only when the great wall of Ard Point reaches a place where the moonlight gives way.

“I’m tired…. ”

For the guy who ran for ten hours, that was the end of the sentence. And contrary to the word “exhausted,” Gene was looking at the wall at Ad Point.

Too quiet

‘Looks like it’s over. ’

I could soon tell if it was too late or nothing. Gene turns and stops, staring at the wall at the point from a distance.

It was unnecessary to think and judge.

‘The door is broken. ’

A heavy iron gate was broken in half. Slatters’ rocket launchers should be enough to break down the iron gates. That’s enough.

A fight breaks out and Aad Point is destroyed.

“ ……. ”

What collapsed was a collapse, and I didn’t feel the thrill of it. Armed with nothing but bows, slatters from the continent are armed with neutral weapons. Of course, I wouldn’t have been the opponent.

The dead are the dead, but Jean is here for the chip she never received. Just because someone’s dead doesn’t mean the receivables are gone.

If the accounts receivable have been plundered, they will be plundered again.