Damned 13th Regression – 275



<Regression number 13 is damn right, episode 275>

The Hunter Association’s reception room.

Almog Biton stared at the drawing room door.

Squeak-

The door opened and Christina who had been waiting appeared.

She was in a wheelchair and looked around and then back at Marcus behind her.

“Almog yet?”

“no. mother. President Almog is in front.”

“Oh my such rudeness….”

She blushed and lowered her head repeatedly.

“sorry. Almog. “I can’t see clearly…”

“It’s okay. Mother Christina. “Don’t worry.”

Almog waved his hand as if it was no big deal.

The eyes of the woman who kept apologizing were covered with white scars.

‘I can’t guess what kind of condition he is in.’

The two eyes located inside the large scar were filled with black smoke.

She smiled with elegance as always with jet black smoke and no pupils.

“Almog must be very busy. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well you know. “Not at all.”

Almog twisted his beard.

“The Hunter Association’s policy needs to be changed.”

“Policy?”

“Now we can’t stop hunters by detaining them or simulating detention. “You and the Association must set an example by force.”

Almog then said that we must quickly impose strong military sanctions.

But Christina shook her head resolutely.

“I can’t do that.”

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“You can’t do that?”

“Almog. Armed sanctions like the Babel era will ultimately destroy humanity.

“that….”

“Our association should cooperate with the governments of each country to assist with surveillance and detention and should not impose personal sanctions in any way.”

Christina drew a line.

“It’s the right thing to do.”

Hunters do not have the right to personally judge and condemn others.

That’s the law.

Those rights belong only to the government and the courts.

Hunters only assist the government in monitoring and cooperating and trials and condemnation should be left up to them.

‘That’s true.’

But Almog frowned.

‘But maybe now isn’t the time to ask that?’

It is still too early to impose military sanctions. This is not right and is very dangerous. Many people will lose their lives. Let’s find an alternative because we will help ourselves too. Strong military sanctions must be postponed until the very end.

Almog asked her a story that was far from reality in that way.

“Christina. Do you know what the situation is now?”

“What is the situation?”

“The army has arrived.”

“…!?”

She asked back in surprise.

“The military? Which country’s army is this? “Tell me in detail…”

“I am an American soldier. “I guess I’m having a hard time these days.”

Marcus behind the wheelchair quickly intercepted the answer.

“Huh.”

Almog was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

‘I guess you really don’t know. ‘What’s going on outside?’

Christina talked to Marcus from behind the wheelchair.

“Was that why the Minister came to visit last time?”

“yes. “I will explain the details.”

Marcus signaled Almog to guess what he was saying.

Almog sighed rubbing his troubled head.

The conversation with Christina no longer seemed meaningful.

* * *

The parlor where Christina left.

Old Man Almog crossed his arms and glared at Marcus.

“Marcus. “If you had said ‘the army has been destroyed’ instead of ‘the army has been dispatched’ how were you going to cover it up?”

Almog cast a suspicious glance at the two Deus executives.

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Christina’s closest associate. ‘Samson’ Ben-Hur answered with a stern face.

“If I tell you the truth… Even though I can’t do anything my mother will be putting too much effort into it.”

“That’s right. Brother Ben-Hur. “My mother’s safety is more important than this fleeting land and its foolish people.”

Likewise the closest aide. Marcus tapped Ben-Hur on the shoulder.

Almog sighed and pressed his forehead.

“Marcus isn’t this different? I tricked Christina and asked her to cooperate with my plan but what on earth is that? Does it make sense to mock someone like that? No Christina… I heard that the aftereffects are serious…”

Almog who did not know Christina’s condition other than her appearance was shocked.

‘This is not a problem of not being able to see….’

By Hunter standards she is nothing more than a talking corpse.

Not being able to recognize oneself directly in front of oneself means that the hunter’s many combat senses including the five senses such as hearing and smell as well as the sense of air sense of space and coordinate recognition do not function at all.

‘Christina would have been able to grasp everything even if her senses were as open as a hair’s breadth.’

I heard that the aftereffects of the Bel Marduk battle were serious but I didn’t know it would be this bad.

And who would have thought that his closest associates like Ben-Hur and Marcus would use that to omit reports to this extent.

‘Dog things. For some reason even though one incident after another occurred the reaction was slow.’

Before Christina’s moderate tendencies the association was not functioning properly.

If this happens the plan will be disrupted.

After Christina the person who can suppress the Hunters is…

Almog who was pondering his thoughts suddenly realized.

“Does Joo Gong-hyeok know about this?”

There is no way that ‘Joo Gong-hyeok’ would allow Christina to be isolated like this.

Ben-Hur hesitated.

“that…”

“That brother as you know is very tight-lipped. “We are letting them out and raising them so that you never know.”

Marcus shrugged his shoulders with a regretful smile.

“If Brother Joo Gong-hyuk gets a clue he will go crazy. Then not only will the Association be divided your life will be in danger and the Earth will be destroyed in chaos and bloodshed. “That’s not what you want is it?”

“…That’s right.”

It was Almog himself who advised him to hide it in the first place.

Thus Joo Gong-hyeok was experiencing hell.

* * *

“Uncle Gonghyuk. Shall I show you something fun?”

The 12-year-old boy took a deep breath.

and.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

He grabbed people’s ears and screamed.

The head of the man holding his ear inflates like a balloon.

Brain fluid was sticking out of my eyeballs and nose and blood and bone fragments were flying out of the other ear.

Sounds unpleasant.

The hair on my head was flying and all the holes were torn.

Looks like a deflated balloon.

The boy holding his ear laughed heartily.

“Look at this. Uncle Gonghyuk. Kill it right?”

“….”

Joo Gong-hyeok was silent.

This is something I see often.

A routine prank played on catching passing goblins or dimension refugees.

At Babel pranks even worse than mine were performed without hesitation.

There is not a single shadow on the boy’s face.

You probably don’t feel the difference.

The difference between ‘humans on Earth’ and ‘Babel dimension refugees’ who were played with like toys.

If you don’t have the strength. Babel has no human rights unless he is a hunter.

Even if the second generation hunters who grew up in such a place come down to Earth their values ​​are unlikely to change.

To the boy born in Babel only the hunters of the unique city were equal human beings and the rest were monster slave toys.

“Uncle Sa. “Why are you doing this?”

The boy stuttered when he saw Joo Gong-hyeok stiffening formidably.

The boy was just playing around like he always did but he couldn’t understand Gonghyuk who was giving him a scary look.

Gonghyuk said holding the boy’s shoulders.

“don’t do it.”

“yes?”

“To people. “Don’t use your hunter’s power.”

“People? “You don’t have an avatar and you’re not a hunter?”

“Even if you’re not a hunter you’re still a person.”

The boy whose shoulders were held trembled.

“Yeah so… you’re not a hunter are you?”

“….”

It doesn’t make sense.

at all.

at all….

Puzzle-

An unbearable emotion welled up from my clenched molars.

“It’s a person—!!”

“Ugh!”

The boy was startled when he grabbed his shoulder as if to break it and shouted.

“Even if he’s not a hunter he’s still the same person! If you’re a human don’t play with humans as toys! If you’re a human don’t kill someone like you! That’s how it should be done on Earth! That’s the way it has to be done on Earth—!”

The boy turned pale as the horrifying voice continued to yell.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong. Don’t kill me. “Don’t kill me…”

It made ‘that Joo Gong-hyuk’ angry.

The boy who had seen many times what happened to people who made Joo Gong-hyeok angry burst into tears and begged for his life.

Joo Gong-hyeok thought.

There is nothing wrong with this friendly boy who calls himself uncle with a terrible look on his face.

‘It’s probably because I didn’t learn what I needed to learn.’

The boy Peter is a survivor of the prestigious Bernstein family of the fallen Knights Templar.

My grandfather Vermouth my father Hans and my eldest brother Luke all died so I was unable to learn what I should have learned.

‘but.’

The ‘adults’ who know that.

why.

why.

why….

* * *

A corner street in Detroit USA.

Even though it was noon and the sun was shining the street was as dark as night.

Wow….

A long-dead body let out a low scream.

Gray ropes were tied to streetlights and window railings along the road.

Squeak- Squeak-

A taut gray rope swings.

The corpse with its tongue pulled out at the end of the rope swung like a pendulum.

One body per window.

One body per streetlamp.

Every window and lamppost on the street had a corpse hanging with a gray rope.

“….”

Joo Gong-hyeok passed by the corpses hanging like hanged criminals.

Turn it off….

Ahhh….

Corpses with their chests pierced clung to their holes and let out endless dry moans.

Hanged corpses lined the streets shaking their heads and clutching the ropes that were strangling them.

The soul could not leave the dead body.

He was screaming tied to a painful body.

“Why on earth?”

Joo Gong-hyeok thought.

‘Why are you doing this?’

After walking a little at an uncomfortable pace I saw a fountain in the middle of the street.

Crying-

An ominous black wolf growled and a knight in black armor sitting on the fountain held a spear with his left hand.

Anyone could see that he was a hunter who returned from Babel.

Joo Gong-hyeok holding a cane opened his mouth.

“Stop it now.”

“I don’t like it.”

Eyes glowed from within the Black Knight’s helmet.

“This is a punishment.”

thud!

When the window was struck once corpses cried out from all directions.

Thousands of corpses hung on the streets their limbs writhing and glowing.

The black spirit knight spoke coldly.

“They are paying the price for killing their mother.”

* * *

Ten days ago.

The Black Knight who returned to Earth and was looking for his mother heard the news from a homeless person on the street.

“Sarah Marquez? “I starved to death.”

The Black Knight asked again.

“He died of starvation?”

“Draw.”

A fellow homeless man said while stroking the dog in his arms.

“Well he could have gotten sick and died. If you can’t get up and die anyway that’s it. “I didn’t see him for a few days so when I went into the area later I saw that his wife was completely rotten.”

“What are you doing with that woman?”

“He said it was his son.”

“That’s too bad.”

An old homeless man who had once made the sign of the cross held up a can.

“I came a long way but I’m sorry about what happened to your mother. “I will pray with you so if it’s okay you can at least give me a coin.”

“….”

The Black Knight who was looking down at the can asked again.

“He died of starvation?”

“…? “Is that so?”

“Why didn’t you help me?”

“what?”

A finger entered the old man’s temple.

“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Friday at 2 with 3 with our own hands with our own words!

“why. Let me help you. “Didn’t you?”

The Black Knight asked clearly tingling his temples.