Damned 13th Regression – 11



Episode 11 – Ground Rice

He was dying.

A single hunter is sprawled out against a wall in a corner of the village.

He was a hunter who had been seriously injured since he was summoned to Babel.

Not only was it impossible for him to hunt monsters but it was also impossible for him to find food or drinking water as he had difficulty moving.

That wasn’t all.

‘…. I’m sorry.’

‘What’s there to be sorry about! Let’s take it all off quickly and eat it. While other guys don’t care.’

The equipment I had was taken away without me even being able to resist.

The only reason he was so helpless and still managed to survive was because of the rule that no murder could be committed within the village.

Although his durability was high continuing to starve while mortally wounded was of course a shortcut to death.

Before coming to Babel he believed in and fought for justice in the world.

To save people for the values ​​they believe are right for the independence of their country.

‘The world is still worth protecting.’

I kept repeating this to myself and continuing the fight.

But his end was abandoned stripped of everything and a lonely death in a corner of the village.

On the one hand he also understood. The environment in Babel was harsh for people to believe in their conscience or the goodness of their hearts. Although he thought it was futile he calmly accepted his own death.

It was then.

“Weren’t you sick when you first came here? “I think he was here then too.”

In front of him a beautiful woman was examining him.

‘I came to take something.’

I tried to refrain from speaking with my dry mouth. His judgment was blurred due to starvation and injuries but the woman in front of him was clearly worried about him.

“The traveler go on your way. “Don’t look back at people of the underworld like me. Look straight ahead.”

“Why are you saying that? “Lift your head up.”

A trickle of cold water flowed into his mouth.

“Aaaah! What is this wound? “Isn’t this showing internal organs?”

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“Oh it smells like festering what are people doing leaving a person like this behind?”

Although it was said to be a festering smell it actually smelled like poop and urine. There was no way he would be able to use the toilet since he couldn’t even move.

He closed his eyes tightly in shame.

“Originally the patient should have at least porridge. What should I do? “My brother told me to hide my abilities.”

The woman who was thinking about something sighed ‘Ugh.’ and left.

‘Did he leave?’

It’s pointless. Even if he survived for just a moment he didn’t have the strength to live.

Still he felt at ease.

‘also. The world was still worth protecting.’

Even as everyone was struggling to survive there was a woman like that.

The human heart contains correct values. I felt a little happy about dying in that faith.

Growling.

Regardless of the sensation his body reacted to a certain smell.

It smelled like meat.

‘Meat rice balls?’

Next to him were 10 rice balls wrapped with an unknown meat and a flower.

It was then.

“Hey there sushi bitch. “Who told you to give that bastard something to eat?”

“I don’t know why I’m looking for sushi. What’s the problem borscht (Russian soup)?”

“Didn’t you hear it on the first day? сука (bitch)! After that bastard starves the coins are ours! “I told you not to touch it!”

“…. I’m surprised where you came up with such trashy thoughts. I apologized for the food called borscht. Mr. Russian trash. Could you please shut your mouth in front of me? “It’s probably because we fill ourselves with garbage from our head to our intestines so the garbage bacteria must be right.”

“what? This is a year that cannot be put into words. Come out Salaman…”

“Shut up.”

Quad deud deuk

The body of the Russian man who summoned the avatar was buried in the ground.

“I guess you told me?”

It was a manifestation of the skill coin ‘Telekinesis’ that Hayeonsi acquired while hunting.

“Your bitch… what’s your name?”

“It’s Hayeon City. If you come later a scarier person will separate you. “Please don’t come.”

The Russian man was pinned to the ground until Hayeonshi disappeared. The Russian man who barely managed to stand up approached him with a huff.

“Stop fucking with me you idiot!”

He approached and crushed the rice ball into small pieces on the ground.

“блин(Damn) Even if we hadn’t been divided because of supply we wouldn’t have been able to have children with the other guys and that bitch. Hehe!”

The Russian man who even spit on the remains of the rice ball ran out of the village while swearing.

While he was looking at it blankly he saw the spot where the rice ball was. It looked like it was already half compacted like dirt.

Right now

I scooped it up with both hands and brought it to my mouth.

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Munching

The sticky saliva was removed by hand. I stuffed 10 rice balls for 5 people which were half mud and half dough down my throat.

He muttered quietly with dirt on his mouth instead of rice.

“It was a good meal.”

And the last time was when I took out the flesh-colored flower that I had hidden from the Russian man.

The flowers left behind by Hayeonsi shone.

= = =

Igor Bashmakov ranked 5th in the Russian men’s rankings came out to the forest outside the village shaking off the dust all over his body.

“Hey Jacob! I guess I’ll have to step on some village bastards after I go to the dungeon. When you clearly see that you are breaking your promise on the first day you say ‘You’re not wrong.’ ‘It was a little too much.’ Isn’t it like this? “The kids are going absolutely crazy.”

Bashmakov who was talking excitedly and swearing alone felt something strange.

“Hey Jacob. “Did you go to pee for a moment?”

Colleague ‘Jacob’ was waiting outside the village. But there was no answer.

There was a strange smell there.

‘Could it be the smell of blood? ‘And the smell of cigarettes there?’

Bashumakov smelled like a cigarette he had smoked on his first day at Babel. I activated the skill ‘Animal Tracking’ to find traces.

Traces of being stabbed in a window. A shoulder crushed by a hammer. A stomach stabbed dozens of times with a knife. A throwing ax stuck in the mouth. The right leg was sharply cut with a bayonet.

They were all scars engraved on a single corpse.

‘Jacob’ was lying on a tree branch still warm as if he had just died.

It’s as if you were told to look at Bashumakov and find out.

“It wasn’t the work of one guy.”

It’s only been four days since I came to Babel. Everyone was still reluctant to kill but the lower rankers were the first to start.

Rustle

“Oh you’re really here….”

“Salamander! Burn it!”

A low-level ranker familiar to Bashumakov emerged from a nearby bush. Bashumakov did not listen to any questions and answers and burned it with a salamander.

“Aaaah!”

Salamander devoured the lower ranker and burned his entire body with fire.

‘We are outnumbered. There must be more than just this guy around. ‘First strike is sure to win.’

As soon as Salamander stepped forward four hunters jumped out from around him.

“Avatar Sonic! “Vacuum 20 meters in all directions!”

“Calm down Sonic slowly extinguishes the Salamander’s fire with a vacuum! Even a D-rank avatar can catch an A-rank avatar if the compatibility is good!”

Bashumakov shouted as he drew his greatsword.

“Don’t fuss you bastards even avatars are trash! “I won’t lag behind like that Yankee bastard Jacob!”

“Jacob? “Who is that…”

That was the end of the story. What followed was a murder story between five people and one person.

From 2km away Gonghyeok was monitoring the situation using GM’s radar.

Counting the coins from Jacob’s corpse he took a deep breath of the smoke of his beloved Yvonne.

‘We need to make sure that the top rankers and the bottom rankers combine.’

On the first day no one had a ranking so a shock troop was formed regardless of skill level.

However now on the fourth day there are people in the assault corps who are ranked 10th and others who are ranked 150th.

If you are ranked 10th survival after 3 weeks is no problem but if you are ranked 150th you will die again even if you wake up.

A few days later as they distrust each other an uncontrollable murderous frenzy breaks out that kills the colleague right next to them.

‘Before that because of this incident the higher rankers will form an assault force with the higher rankers and the lower rankers will form an assault force with the lower rankers.’

Thorough separation not vague trust and coexistence. If lower rankers unite even higher rankers cannot touch them. Even a top 30 hunter can still kill if two top 100 hunters get together.

Instead the gap in abilities between the upper and lower classes becomes even wider. The strong gather together to hunt more monsters and the lower rankers work hard but as the weak gather together they ultimately cannot jump over the wall.

‘When lower-ranked guys get frustrated with the insurmountable ranking wall they have to work around lower-ranked assault teams.’

There is still a week left until that time comes. Three days before the restrictions on killings in the village are lifted it is time to sow the next groundbait.

“Why are you thinking like that brother?”

“It’s no big deal. “I thought about how I could save more people.”

“Oh that! Oppa you’re a total genius! “How did you come up with that idea?”

“what. Some of the villagers must have thought the same thing. “It’s just that I couldn’t muster up the courage to do it.”

“Honestly I can’t believe it. “The god of records and time.”

“Okay I’m going to pick him up.”

Gonghyuk looked at the ocher-colored Egyptian Great Temple in front of him.

‘The Great Temple of Thoth’.

This was the dungeon where Gonghyeok’s second avatar was located.

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