Damned 13th Regression – 284



<Regression number 13 is damn right, episode 284>

Let’s go back to the old myths.

The gods of the past were not immortal.

The gods fearful of death went to the god Vishnu and asked.

Then Vishnu said.

‘Gods. Go to the sea of ​​milk. If you continue to stir the wide sea sweet dew (Amrita) will form.’

‘Whoever drinks it will not die.’

To obtain a drop of immortality the gods used Mount Mandala as a rod and tied the dragon Vasuki to the rod to stir the ocean of milk.

However perhaps because the pull was too strong Vasuki tied to the pole cried out and continued to spit out fire and poison.

After a thousand years of churning the first drop of water formed from the ocean of milk.

However the first drop of water that flowed was not the nectar of immortality but the deadly poison of destruction made up of Vasuki’s flame and the impurities of the sea.

The poison was so great that even a single drop could burn the world and the gods did not know what to do with the poison that would take their lives and the fate of the world.

At that time the violent god Shiva appeared.

The gods feared the wrath of Shiva the god of destruction.

Instead of blaming the creatures Shiva opened his mouth and caught the deadly poison that fell from the ocean of milk.

Even though his uvula turned blue due to the toxicity of the deadly poison and he knew that he would not be safe if he swallowed it completely Lord Shiva swallowed the deadly poison himself.

For the eternal life of our beloved creatures.

Hindu mythology Samudra Manthana

* * *

“It’s a big deal.”

Sigmund seriously examined his mother’s condition.

‘It’s been 12 hours since I was supposed to wake up.’

No matter how much I try to wake her up Christina won’t wake up.

Originally she had to stand up for 30 seconds a day and check on her condition.

But it got later and later and now 36 hours have passed and I still can’t wake up.

Sigmund closed his eyes and entered her dream.

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Sigmund saw humans as one tree and Christina’s roots were divided into 80000 branches.

While the Root of Consciousness was conversing with the Hunters Sigmund went against the Dizzy Root to find her true body.

‘How far did it sink?’

We need to find her who divides her consciousness into small pieces and dreams deeply.

If you do not awaken your consciousness regularly you will forget to awaken.

Moreover she is now carrying an unimaginable burden.

If she collapses from exhaustion and her ego collapses everything is in vain.

Sigmund hesitated holding on to the thickest root of his consciousness.

‘You can forcefully find it and pull it up but…’

If you interfere it will affect the prisoners.

There were concerns that Christina’s mind would be disturbed and the ‘imprisonment system’ would be broken.

‘It wasn’t such a delicate tightrope walk to begin with.’

It was evidence that the inmates had reached saturation point.

“I found it.”

Sigmund fumbling for roots sensed her true form.

Hundreds of roots were shaking releasing prisoners.

Ben-Hur asked with a look that looked like he was going to eat him.

“What about your mother?”

“You seem to be overworked. “Check the detention center.”

Sigmund came out of the dream and drew up a chart.

“There are probably hundreds of people waking up at once by now. “You seem to be doing a little more and a little more but then you’re late.”

“…Besides it gets later and later when your mother wakes up? “Is this really okay?”

“I can’t say it’s okay.”

Marcus checked the chart seriously.

“Now I don’t have the numbers to force my mother to wake up. If so we have reached a situation where the prison system is affected. “It’s hard to make a hasty conclusion but I think we’re reaching a limit.”

“What if it’s a limit?”

“Mental power is not infinite. However since the number of hunters is fixed I think it will soon reach the top and start to decline but the question is whether my mother can survive until then.”

As Sigmund explained blood appeared on the back of Ben-Hur’s hand.

“Should we reduce the number of detention centers focusing on violent criminals?”

“How are we going to reduce it?”

Ben-Hur was silent and Sigmund knew what that meant.

“Killing an incarcerated hunter increases the burden on mothers in the long run.”

If you are caught by Christina and put to sleep you may die in the Association.

This fact causes more resistance among hunters.

If hunters with increased hostility try to escape Christina’s control internal control will become difficult and a situation will arise where more hunters will have to be put to sleep.

“Then what should I do!”

Ben-Hur who was shouting opened his eyes wide.

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There was a clicking sound and the bed moved.

Sigmund turned his head and Ben-Hur asked vaguely.

“mother? how…?”

Christina dressed in a hospital gown got off the bed and stood on her feet.

She who lost many things including her legs as a result of the overflowing destruction stood still.

“….”

After standing silently for a moment she trudged over barefoot.

Ben-Hur was surprised once more when he saw his mother standing in front of him.

‘No you have eyes right?’

The fog that filled the inside of her eyelids disappeared.

Eyes as black as ink were looking down at Ben-Hur.

Sigmund carefully stepped away from her.

“Ben-Hur. Don’t talk calmly slowly….”

“mother?”

Ben-Hur spoke casually and she smiled broadly and spread her arms.

“Oh!”

Christina hugged Ben-Hur’s head tightly and stroked it.

She tangled his hair with both hands and moved her lips silently.

‘kind! kind!’

It was as if a child was so cute that he didn’t know what to do.

Ben-Hur inadvertently remembered being adopted by her when he was 10 years old but at the same time he got goosebumps.

The voice echoing in her head was not hers.

She was playing with her hair with excitement and reached for the fruit basket nearby.

Right now right now.

She opened her mouth wide and chewed the apple.

I laughed and enjoyed the pleasure of chewing.

Her eyes and smile were different from before.

After eating a basket of fruit sucking the juice off her fingers she looked back at Sigmund.

‘Life is about eating.’

Her lips moved and spoke silently to herself.

An unknown voice echoed in Sigmund’s mind.

‘Food is both destruction and creation.’

‘By chewing and swallowing with teeth it destroys its existing form and enters the inner world to be reborn as something new.’

‘Life is death and birth.’

‘Food is destruction and creation.’

‘So eating means destruction.’

‘Therefore eating means creation.’

‘Therefore eating is life death birth destruction and creation.’

Sigmund frowned and became wary.

A strange light flickered in Christina’s pitch black eyes.

After chatting non-stop she went back to bed.

She lay down on the bed with a satisfied face and immediately fell asleep.

“What just happened?”

asked Ben-Hur entranced.

Sigmund approached her and carefully opened her eyelids.

‘doesn’t exist.’

The obsidian-like eyes that had been shining so strangely just a moment ago have disappeared.

It was filled with only the original hazy black fog.

Ben-Hur approached.

“Did Sigmund’s mother talk in her sleep?”

“no. Sleep talking occurs when consciousness rises during sleep. This is the opposite. “My consciousness has sunk so deeply that I guess…”

‘Something else came up.’ Sigmund trailed off.

* * *

Brazilian hunter Jose Gomes took out an electronic terminal from a barbell.

I turned it on and went through several electronic security functions to access the virtual space.

There were 19 hunters connected to the virtual space.

“Jose. “You’re late.”

“It’s not too late in Brazil time.”

“Tsk tsk make excuses.”

Jose moved the improvised hologram and sat down in the conference room.

“Are you sure it’s more secure than that?”

“Even Sigmund doesn’t know here. Even observation hunters are unable to monitor it.”

They prepared this electronic space to avoid Sigmund and the Association’s watchers.

“Has the government arrived as planned?”

“uh. “Chairman Almog kept his promise.”

“Should I say that I kept my promise….”

Everyone was loudly complaining.

“Did you see the broadcast?”

“Marcus didn’t you get caught even with that damn thing?”

“It’s complete discrimination!”

“Where did Chairman Almog go?”

“I think he disappeared with his men.”

“I disappeared from the earth without permission so why don’t you say something?”

“Almog Marcus and the other bastards of the Association are a mess!”

Jose raised his fist and tried to strike it down but held back.

I accidentally raised my fist in real life too.

Jose who had barely held back from almost killing several people pouted his mouth.

“Why are these bastards who are not doing anything right pretending to be fair and leading the charge?”

Sugino from “Dosan (刀山)” chimed in.

“that’s right. Joo Gong-hyeok also went around killing people to enforce discipline.”

“Does anyone know how many we killed?”

“I don’t know.”

Hunters’ dissatisfaction was widespread.

Those who were complaining that it was unfair stopped talking.

“So the plan is perfect?”

“One of the association’s executives decided to cooperate.”

“Who is it?”

“I told you to keep it a secret. “I’ll let you know later.”

“good. “Can’t we just check the observation system first?”

“uh. Then the sleep prison becomes paralyzed.”

“What is the way to fight against Sigmund?”

“I recruited a guy who uses a dream avatar and several people from the spiritual world.”

Lee Hyeon-jae a defector from Deus turned his neck and pretended to relax.

“That crazy sleep. I’ve never been attacked as an attack but I know how to take control of my mind. “I don’t get hit by a single blow like other guys.”

“Where does mind control come in?”

“Tell me the route.”

They are tired of associations with inconsistent standards and annoying interference.

They who planned to overturn this unfair damn association have disappeared from the electronic space.

* * *

“Is this another request for support?”

Ben-Hur frowned.

Recently there has been a steady stream of requests for support from various countries.

Dispatch is a momentary moment when the portal is opened but there have been an increasing number of cases where hunters do not leave their positions and face long-term confrontations requiring them to remain stationed at all times.

‘Something is strange.’

Even though the confrontation between hunters is increasing and the situation is unusual the number of hunters being arrested has been reduced by half.

Christina’s burden was reduced but the contradictory situation tickled Ben-Hur’s sixth sense.

‘What’s going on? Or does this tendency naturally appear when a large number of hunters are imprisoned?’

Ben-Hur confirmed the number of new personnel to be dispatched.

The number at headquarters had been reduced to the point that even Marcus an executive was dispatched.

Ugh─

Ben-Hur suddenly raised his head.

The presence of the avatar could be felt everywhere and the receiver on the desk rang loudly.

“…what’s the matter.”

– Marcus has requested large-scale support!

– 480 hunters summoned their avatars at the Mexican border!

Ben-Hur pressed the veins on his temples.

“Check my identity and put me to sleep.”

– I’m doing it! Observation hunters are verifying the identity but due to cognitive disturbance…

“500 out of 400000 is obvious anyway!”

Ben-Hur shouted.

“Check it using the elimination method and send it to Sigmund!”

– Five hundred is not everything!

– 840 hunters in Mogadishu are on the verge of combat!

– In St. Petersburg and Moscow….

“Ben-Hur!”

A hunter urgently opened the door.

“I am a high-ranking official of the United States government! Currently 4000 hunters have entered New York City! The new White House is under siege! The President is calling for reinforcements and mass arrests! “We haven’t called the Avatar or demonstrated force yet but would you like to tell Sigmund and take better action?”

“…what is to come has come.”

Ben-Hur ground his teeth in silence.

The center of humanity on Earth and the yolk reconstruction of the United States of America.

The hunters took action to take over New York where Chairman Marcus’ protection had disappeared.

‘6000 people just roughly reported.’

It was obvious that accommodating this many people at once would place a huge burden on my mother.

Ben-Hur put down the receiver and stood up.

He put on the combat uniform from his inventory and gave a low command.

“Deus Frontline Assault Team. set.”

The sound of sharp footsteps echoed and hunters with strong physiques lined up in the hallway.

Ben-Hur went out toward the front door and they followed him.

“What’s going on?”

“Hunter Sacheon gathered in New York. “No matter what happens we will solve it among ourselves.”

“All right.”

The subordinates who slaughtered the Heavenly Knights on the 88th floor answered reliably.

Just as Ben-Hur was about to cross the portal he turned around and called three of his men.

“Kamal Hansen Soronbai.”

“yes.”

“You remain at headquarters. “I don’t know who might come.”

They nodded and returned to their original positions.

‘There is such a thing as what if.’

Ben-Hur thought.

Now that something like this has happened someone might come to headquarters to complain.

With not only the executives but also the elites leaving it would be difficult to respond if one of the hunters started a fight so Ben-Hur could not have imagined leaving behind some of his subordinates.

They are attacking the headquarters of Babel’s strongest raiding group Deus and the headquarters of the association presided over by the demon slayer Christina C. Mahadeva.

It was absurd.