Hunter of the Perished World

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This was only the fourth time heading to Ard Point. Once upon arrival, twice with Leona, three times for slater hunting, four times to reclaim the weapon.

At this point, we had to doubt whether he was wearing any kind of devil at all. But I had to go back because I couldn’t throw it away when I saw so many chips growing up in front of me.

Leona does not grumble, but mutters something grim and curse-like.

Neither did Lieutenant Carl, nor Gene, but physically nothing. Even in uniform, Lieutenant Carl only lived well.

Regrettably, the moment Leona was waiting for did not come.

“…… What is that?”

Jean pulls something out of her backpack and Leona’s face twists to see it.

“Potatoes.”

“Where did you get this?”

“You don’t think we’re digging now, do you? It’s from Shira.”

“No, that’s why you… Ah.”

According to Lt. Carl, who said he would pay for the whole meal, Gene bought 14 days’ worth of food from Shira with chips.

“I don’t like monsters either.”

Gin doesn’t make me a fan of eating monster fish. I have someone to pay for my meals, so I’ve packed some bartenders to eat.

Leona’s wish is that Lieutenant Carl chews the fish and distorts his face. Leona grumbles at the thorough gin uselessly.

“If you want to eat it, you can catch it.”

Jindo smiles, raising her mouth as if she knew what Leona was thinking. She shakes her head miserably.

“I’ll only accept your heart….”

I have something else to eat. Would you chew monster meat because the knife is crazy? Lt. Karl doesn’t know what was going on between Leona and Jean, so he’s sitting quietly waiting for dinner to be prepared.

“Can I ask you a question, by the way?”

“What is it?”

“How did the boy kill those slatters? I heard something about a chipmunk…”

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand whether the boy who didn’t seem to have any special abilities slaughtered most of the slatters.

Leona explains that she placed the chipset in a blast sequence and hung it on a bow. A huge explosion occurred, and after most of them died, everyone finished eating until Gene blew their brains out with a shotgun.

“Hmm, the base is a great kid.”

“I’m a little kid all the time, but I have a name, Leona.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Leona. Great base.”

“Base?”

“I mean wisdom.”

It was Gin who explained to Leona what she couldn’t understand.

“Ah. Well, it blew up as many times as I punched it, but it only blew the chip.”

Lt. Carl couldn’t help but wonder if he liked what Leona said.

“Other people ran away or lost their words as soon as they saw me, aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I’d rather die early than say anything and live dirty and miserable.”

“Hahaha! I love it!”

I liked the word even more, but Carl burst his smile even more. Unlike when we first met Gin, Carl was quite eloquent and kind. Maybe in the city, everyone was afraid of themselves, so they were unwanted to adhere to that attitude.

“But soldier man,”

“Ahjussi?”

I was shocked by the word uncle, but Carl glanced at Leona in cold sweat. Regardless, Leona kept saying,

“What the hell are Wargrabs?”

“Hmm….”

Lt. Carl pondered the question for a moment. And then I looked at Gene.

“Do you know what Wargrave does?”

“A great deal.”

“I’m more curious about the perception of the great river. Won’t you tell me?”

What do people think of Wargrave? Instead, Carl passes on his questions to Jean. Looking at Leona, Gene said briefly.

“The exclusive force that occupies the MCP.”

“Hmm…. That’s what they’re accepting.”

“What is MCP?”

“Think of it as a black hole through which more shitty monsters spill out than usual. Wargrave defeats the occasional superior monsters in the MCP region and monopolizes the chip.”

“If it’s a problem, where’s the order?”

“I think the maneater is about the time of the toes.”

“Crazy….”

Leona tilts her head, bored.

“By the way, isn’t Wargrave a good guy if you’re killing troublemakers?”

It was dangerous to describe an officer as one of them, but Lieutenant Carl didn’t care much.

Mass convolution points, collectively MCPs, often present with unspecified monsters and they are often at a dangerous level. Wargrave builds a massive fortress in the MCP area of Asia and hunts the monsters from it.

Even though the intent is unknown, there is nothing quite as good for civilians as it is for dealing with the Supreme Monsters.

Of course, over time, after Wargrave’s appearance, Wargrave is merely a target for the public.

The answer to Leona’s question was simple.

“You forget, I’m a hunter.”

“Yeah. Why is that?”

“It’s in my best interest that monsters cause people trouble, and there’s nothing good about rare monsters that spit out a lot of chips. There’s nothing good for me because Wargrave is exclusive to a giant hunt.”

“Ugh…”

It sounds like a garbage perspective, but in reality it was. Jean’s absence of prey means the reduction of the great monsters from the Wargrave. So for hunters, Wargrave is not a pleasant creature.

“The hunter was right, actually. We’re not rounding up MCPs for civilian life. We don’t accept civilians or refugees approaching the fortress.”

Rather, they attack and drive them out or kill them. Wargraves are not a group that meets justice. They are surrounding the MCP for their own good.

Ultimately, Gene was the most accurate and straightforward version of Wargrave’s nature.

“Then why are you doing it? There’s got to be a reason.”

“Well, I’m not so sure about that.”

Lieutenant Carl shrugs. Leona says she doesn’t know, and Jean doesn’t say anything.

Wargrave is the most important military group to maintain a close balance in this devastated world.

But it doesn’t even exist for humanity.

Leona wanted to say something, but she had no idea how to say it. I just realized that the officer in front of me was not as annoying as I thought.

Lt. Carl, on the other hand, just left Jean’s words more in his head.

‘The Great Hunt is not good for me because Wargrave is exclusive.’

That means you can hunt monsters like that. And Gene’s words didn’t look like bluff. To some extent, I read the annoyance that was genuine.

There are hunters who are annoyed by MCP monopoly. When people suffer, hunters get a quest for chips. The more anxious the world gets, the richer the hunter gets. That’s why Wargrave’s added tranquility is no good for hunters. That’s usually why hunters hate Wargraves.

However, no hunter is annoyed by the inability to hunt prey that appears in the MCP.

Carl stares at the blazing campfire with a stiff look on his face.

Ard points are fairly well positioned. There were many intact buildings on the huge walls, and if it grew properly, it could accommodate a thousand people, assuming they used the land outside as agricultural land.

This wall that has lost its owner will be found by someone else and used as a village. However, seven days was not long enough for a new resident to appear.

The ard point is still empty.

“Did it collapse with these walls? Castle is a good enough condition…”

Lt. Carl didn’t believe it was possible that a neighborhood with these massive walls had collapsed.

“A tall wall doesn’t overcome the difference between weapons.”

Gene stares at the knife as if it were a stolen weapon.

“The weapon of the Savage Zone must be miserable.”

Lieutenant Carl finds a broken arrow lodged in the ground and enters Aad Point with a complex expression. The serene Ardpoint has a grim, grim atmosphere, unlike before, as if it were haunted.

“Why does it look so old after a few days?”

Leona shivered in the middle of the day, whether she felt the same as her skin. Gene heads to the coordinates where the weapon was buried, and soon he sticks the first shovel in to dig out the metal box with a shovel.

“I’ll help you.”

“No, I may have messed with the wrong one. Let me do it.”

“If so….”

While Gin was shoveling, Leona and Carl watched the junk wagon.

“What a curious thing…. This is operational?”

The blade nods with a curious expression, as if it were strange that such a strange object was rolling around. Obviously, Wargrave was as fascinating as Junk Wagon because it came into contact with life and equipment completely different from the civilians of the world who were destroyed.

Seven days in motion, Leona was quite right where her first impression of Carl had gone.

Compared to the multi-purpose special orbital vehicle used by Wargrave, this was also considered garbage. But unlike him, Lieutenant Carl was reluctant to look around the junk wagon.

“Oh…. This is a Reactor, shoddy but quite efficient…. This is…. Power station and this is…. Oh, is this the fuel system?”

Lt. Carl was reluctant to peel around like he was fascinated by Junkwagon because it was a very simple structure at a low level. Leona wasn’t like this either.

“You know what, mister?”

“Huh? What?”

Leona was quite used to calling him uncle now.

“You’re really… I feel like a child…”

Lt. Carl laughs at Leona’s words.

“You see? I’ve barely been outside Fortress, actually. I don’t lose my job on external missions…”

Even Lt. Carl became more and more acquainted with Leona over time, and did not conceal his curiosity by asking questions.

Even just yesterday, he wanted to try grilled beef and asked Gin if he could pick up some grilled beef nearby. Jinn agreed to 10 chips as repairs, not every time he paid.

Of course, Lieutenant Carl couldn’t chew it up and let them all go.

Leona looks at Lt. Carl, touching Junk Wagon with a look of pride, as if he were some kind of child prodigy.

The knife does not stop there, sticks a few chips into the fuel unit and sits in the driver’s seat.

“As expected, all vehicles have similar basic mechanisms, right?”

Bloop! Bloop! Blub-ub!

“Oh. Oh?”

The engine sounds like it’s running, and Leonardo’s eyes open wide.

Rrrrrrrr! Rrrrrrrrrrrr! Rrrrrrrrrrrr!

“It’s not working…. Uh, it seems to work a little… Oh!”

The engine immediately buzzes with a cheerful sound as it continues to start without stopping.

Bwaaaarrrr! Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As soon as it starts, a loud noise starts to ring from the junk wagon. Leona jumps up and down, looking at the startled junk wagon, and as the sword gestures, she climbs over the junk wagon almost as if flying.

“Let’s go around!”

“Yes! Yes!”

The sound of the engines was so loud that the horses could not be heard until they shouted at each other. Lt. Carl grins and shouts with a handle.

“Hold on tight. When did this car crash…?”

Tuck!

“Hey.”

And Junkwagon couldn’t leave.

“A boy the size of a mouse can do that, but a great man the size of a Wargrave officer can’t. Huh?”

Gin, a grim expression that seemed to chew both of them up, stood in the way.