Damned 13th Regression – 267



<Regression number 13 is damn right, episode 267>

Side Story – Third Destruction (4)

Joo Gong-hyeok’s voice combined with his terrible impression created an unpleasant sense of intimidation.

Undram quietly called to his subordinate.

“Taiban. “Bring the flag.”

“yes.”

The blade wolf handed over the Mongolian flag that had been pulled from the government building.

Undram climbed to the top of the Mongolian government building and planted a blood-stained flag.

“Young wolves who died dreaming of independence! Look! This is the head of Oyun Baatar the dictator who betrayed us 20 years ago! I will honor your souls by killing this vile pig! The leader of Wolf Fortress who fought hard to protect his country from the Chinese army! Araunbold! Sleep well! The temporary commander of the Mongolian Liberation Army and the third leader of the Wolf Fortress! “I Undram Ochirbat hereby declare the independent independence of Mongolia—!!”

Undram shouted loudly throwing down the dictator’s head and jumping from the top.

Joo Gong-hyeok asked the man who fell with a thud.

“Why did you kill him?”

Undram confidently answered the same question.

“It’s for revenge.”

Undram explained carefully.

The Chinese army’s northern advance during the monster chaos the hunter volunteer army that rose up to fight back the Wolf Fortress the Outer Mongolian front’s advance the traitor of the front commander Oyunbaatar the Chinese hunters who stormed into the quarters along the way the grenades coming in through the windows and the 20mm autocannons installed in the hallway the unit members exploding like leather batteries. Chinese troops surrounded on all sides and combat helicopters pursuing them…

Undram an old volunteer soldier raised his blood and spoke passionately.

“To survive they dug a tunnel and escaped. The captured members of the unit were hung and shot and the first leader Araunbold was personally led to death by that bastard as a criminal. He fled to Babel and made an oath with the second leader Voltechino. “When we return to Earth we will definitely take revenge. Let us avenge the first leader and achieve our wish for independence.”

“Voltechino is dead.”

Joo Gong-hyeok said with dry eyes.

Undram’s face visibly hardened.

“…that’s right. He died first. Still I swore. “I will definitely take revenge when I return.”

“Then are you going to make Mongolia independent as you declared and become president? “What are we going to do?”

When Joo Gong-hyuk asked he hesitated.

“I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

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“I have never thought about what to do next. If that pig was still in power when I returned to Earth I was going to kick him right away. Other than that revenge and declaration of independence were written together with Voltechino a long time ago but now…”

Undram closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I really don’t know.”

Primary summoners like Undram spent a whopping 40 years rotting in Babel.

The desire for revenge and the oath to his comrades which were once his reasons for living have all become blurred as too much time has passed.

“Araunbold Voltechino….”

Undram muttered like a child who had lost his dreams.

Joo Gong-hyeok frowned.

‘It looks like this and gives that kind of answer….’

Revenge of Mongolia’s independence comrades.

It’s a truly epic story.

‘So what should I do?’

There are many stories of this kind in Babel and it is too far for Joo Gong-hyeok who is not a party to the story to empathize with.

‘But objectively speaking it is sufficient motive to commit this murder.’

So how many people think and think like these guys?

I had no idea.

Who would have thought that within less than an hour of coming to Earth he would assassinate his country’s dictator and fight the army.

Not only these Mongolian bastards everyone has something on their mind.

I felt annoyed deep inside.

“I listened to the bullshit. Detained for a moment…”

detention?

I felt uncomfortable talking.

‘Detained by the bastards who killed hundreds of people as soon as they arrived?’

There is no summary execution like the Babel days.

After discussion with Mother Christina and everyone else it was decided that way.

But these bastards went too far to look at it that way.

‘Should I just kill him?’

Five frontline hunters.

Even though he is a leader it is not difficult to kill him.

However the crust is as soft as ice cream that melts in the atmosphere as if it will fly away if you blow on it.

We must recognize that this is Earth.

‘You have to control your strength accurately.’

The Earth is not a place for monsters like Babel to clash.

For Joo Gong-hyuk who returned for the first time everything was a first.

The reactions of the returning hunters and the fact that they had to be disposed of at once without any time for resistance.

Just as the wolves were about to react to his cautious killing intent.

Chief Undram held out his hands.

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“I’ll turn myself in.”

“…?”

“There is no need to be surprised. “I’ve been meaning to do this from the beginning.”

The Razor Wolves nodded.

It was something I did with determination.

It was obvious that someone would come to catch them and they had no intention of ruining the hometown they had just returned to with pointless resistance.

“Didn’t we promise at Babel? Even if you cause an incident you will be arrested. “Catch it quickly.”

“…the ones who broke that promise first.”

Joo Gong-hyeok opened the inventory with a disgruntled face.

Hunters were detained according to procedures.

At this time Joo Gong-hyeok did not know yet.

These were quite pure axes and this was the last time I would embroider as obediently as them.

* * *

It’s already been 3 hours since I was summoned to the square.

Hundreds of thousands of excited hunters like children on a picnic at an amusement park were losing order.

“uh? Hey hey where are you going?”

“Please go to the bathroom for a moment.”

The hunter turned his back and disappeared through a secretly opened portal.

“Call me when you find me. “The house is right in front of you.”

“Are all the superiors upset? Just go home and call me again after the meeting. “They make me wait here all day.”

“It becomes inflexible. Tsk tsk.”

Some of the hunters gathered in the square slowly left.

“Personal actions until the meeting is over…”

“Oh fuck why are you doing this to me! “Leave the other bastards alone!”

“what? “Wasn’t it okay to leave?”

There were control officers but while they were fighting more hunters escaped.

The “Legion” executive pointed with his thumb at the arguing hunters.

“Hey Hoover. “Is that okay?”

“Leave it alone. “No matter how much I talk about it to idiots who don’t understand why I’m waiting it only hurts my mouth.”

Hoover the vice-commander of the corps sat down and drank his drink.

It was a corps famous for its strict discipline but after the death of leader Edgar most of the officers lost their motivation.

Hoover who also rejected Representative Hunter’s suggestion snorted.

“And what right do you have to say something? What are we? Corps officer? What’s the use of that? “Is there a city here or something?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m not even an executive anymore. “We’re all just the same hunters.”

‘Just do whatever you want.’ Hoover muttered his face red.

When we came down to Earth most titles became obsolete.

Hunters who escaped the shackles of Babel enjoyed a sense of freedom in every way.

The murderous stress caused by the struggle for survival has disappeared and the power of hunter society based on bloodshed and violence has collapsed.

Everyone is truly free.

No one had the right to stop them and the controllers were overcome by a sense of liberation and secretly went along with it.

I blocked the excited hunters according to the rules but inside I thought ‘Don’t we deserve it?’ ‘I can’t stop you. Still I understand.’ I thought.

* * *

The hunters who were released from the cage visited a place of memories.

Even though it was unexpected he found the house where he lived or his lover’s residence the place where he confessed his first love the school the home of his parents and siblings and traces of his children.

Of course there were encounters that were not so heartwarming.

—Cuzik

The hinges broke and the door crashed down.

The two hunters stepped on the door and entered the country manor.

“Whoa!?”

The owner of the house holding a bottle of alcohol jumped up from the sofa.

Omar the hunter with mohawk hair who broke through the door made a gesture with his chin.

“Greg. “Is this the bastard you mentioned before?”

“…I guess so?”

Greg frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Omar asked acting like a bully.

“Is your name Harris?”

“That’s right but what’s going on? “What on earth are you doing with the door…?”

Omar jerked his head.

“You’re the rancher who raped your girlfriend right?”

“…That’s right.”

Greg was lost in reminiscence.

To be honest it wasn’t rape it was robbing.

In the past the value of food on Earth skyrocketed due to monsters and global war conflicts.

As a result large farm and ranch landowners gained great power and even hired hunters and armed mercenaries to guard the fences.

When he was a novice hunter Greg was hired at a local ranch and had a romantic relationship with his girlfriend who graduated from the same school.

In my somewhat satisfying daily life something like a lightning bolt occurred.

He suddenly urged his girlfriend who was avoiding him to meet Harris the landowner’s son of the same age… omitted below.

Grabbing Harris by the collar in front of his girlfriend being beaten like a dog by ranch mercenaries then being stripped naked and kicked out was the trauma of Greg’s life.

While sleeping in Babel covered in camouflage blankets and bathed in a mixture of poison gas and smoke Greg had many delusions.

‘Why should I be here?’

‘If I had this power I could have torn all those bastards to death.’

In a fit of rage he tore his camouflage cloth ground his teeth and punched the ground.

Even though Babel gained strength that was unimaginable on Earth Babel felt so shabby and difficult.

After being stabbed by a beastman he was lying in a hospital bed and delusional.

‘It hurts it fucking hurts I’m going to search.’

‘Those damn bastards are doing well on Earth so why am I the only one dragged into this place and subjected to this shit?’

Monster Demon Quest Murder During the extremely stressful situation that Greg often experiences he thought of Harris and the village guys and had delusions of tearing them to death hundreds and thousands of times.

I finally faced someone I could never forgive.

Harris the blond grumpy son of a rancher.

“Are you… are you Greg?”

Harris who was nearly 50 years old recognized him immediately.

“okay.”

“What is this? “You haven’t changed at all have you?”

The cheeky smile had a few empty teeth like a fool.

‘You don’t even remember what happened back then?’

I also thought about this case.

If that happens I’ll have to tear it to death so cruelly.

That’s what I decided but I couldn’t help but feel like the man in front of me was the Harris of the past who was going to be torn to death.

‘Harris this guy recognizes me right away. ‘I can’t believe you recognize me who was always planning to destroy this bastard.’

Greg looked again at the person he had never intended to forgive.

But no matter how he looked the person in front of him was not Harris whom he had torn to death thousands of times.

He’s a pot-bellied man with a dull bald head who drinks cheap moonshine.

“Greg did you break the door? “Who is that person next to me?”

“Whoa….”

Greg suddenly felt empty.

‘What are you trying to do to such a worthless bastard?’

I felt like my search for revenge was pointless.

Greg scratched his head and turned away.

“Let’s just go.”

“huh?”

Omar was throwing the desk clock in his hand with his sidearm.

Phew!

“Khehe!”

The desk clock broke the solar plexus and became stuck.

Harris’ eyes widened he fumbled for the watch that had disappeared into his body and fell forward.

Omar asked casually.

“what? “Weren’t you trying to get revenge?”

Greg was speechless.

“No it’s okay. “Something has cooled down.”

“Then you don’t have to torture me. Let’s take care of it quickly. Before the Hunters Association or something was launched as the leaders had promised. “I guess there’s still no surveillance?”

“Uh right.”

Greg put the body away with a wry smile.

“dad?”

The two hunters looked emotionlessly at the girl who came down the stairs.

Omar went upstairs and finished cleaning up.

Greg took out a cigarette from the steps in front of the door and smoked his appetite.

‘I feel worse than I thought.’

There was no feeling of guilt.

It was purely a ritual of reflecting on one’s own childishness when it did not provide the exhilaration it had imagined.

It was too high of an expectation for him to feel bitter because he killed a few people and wasn’t even a fellow hunter.

The more front-line hunters are the less they have modern morals.

Their daily life involves fulfilling various pleasures and desires while carrying out missions and killings in a destroyed world.

By hunting down demons and monsters in countless worlds and ruling over insignificant aliens hunters had many opportunities to realize what kind of being they were.

The better their skills the more likely they are to lose their cowardice and become insane.

Even with the help of drugs and stimulants if you are too sane you will not be able to open your eyes and face the demonic knights and beastmen on the front lines.

Hunters who took personal action as soon as they arrived on Earth were from the front lines like Greg.

They unconsciously made estimates based on Babel’s experience.

He did things that were permitted in this civilized world without even knowing it.

The method of hiding and having fun without the superiors knowing was common and common.