Damned 13th Regression – 309



<Regression number 13 is damn right, episode 309>

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Klik-

[’43:23:50′]

That evening.

The moon rose over the city.

It was an artificial moon floated by hunters on Babel where the light had disappeared.

Alphard raised his glass under the moonlight.

“Thank you all for your hard work.”

“Cheers!”

When Alphard raised a toast everyone raised their glasses together.

Kim Jin-tae Boris’s family and other officials who helped with the speech gathered at the pavilion to light a bonfire and have a barbecue party.

The children chatted at the wooden table and played tag in the mansion at night.

“Captain. “Let’s eat together.”

“great.”

As Kim Jin-tae brought a steaming barbecue plate Alphard removed the lower part of the mask.

Kim Jin-tae who brought alcohol and watched Alphard eat next to him opened his mouth.

“Captain. Isn’t it too stuffy? “If you wear a mask all the time.”

“it’s okay. “It’s for personal reasons.”

Alphard wearing a pure white mask took a sip of wine.

Kim Jin-tae clasped his hands together and spoke seriously.

“…is this really okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“The final battle which will happen tomorrow or the next day. “It’s confidential information but aren’t you sure that the Demon King has a hidden history?”

“it’s okay.”

Alphard put down his glass and confirmed.

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“The moment the devil showed himself. “It will all be over in an instant.”

“…I will only trust you Captain.”

“Oppa!”

Kim Seon-hwa approached holding a child.

“It’s late so I’ll put the kids to bed first. Shall we clean up the plate and have the bird bring it to you?”

“Oh it’s okay. “I’ll clean it up.”

Kim Jin-tae removed the plate from the table and went to get a new plate.

“Have a good time too Alphard.”

Kim Seon-hwa bowed and turned his back.

Then someone called her from behind.

“Seonhwa.”

“…?”

“Seonhwa-”

She looked back at the man who called her.

“Mr. Alphard?”

“…illustration.”

Alphard covered his mouth with his mask and turned his head.

“I made a mistake because I drank too much.”

“…Does someone like Alphard take alcohol at the level for regular hunters?”

“…Excuse me. “I’ll leave for today.”

When Alphard left Kim Jin-tae who returned with a new plate was embarrassed.

“Hey hey! Seonhwa Kim! “What are your manners when speaking to the captain?”

“…sorry. “Sometimes that person is in a bad mood.”

“People can wear masks. “Why do you feel bad about that?”

“That’s not it…”

She said as she watched Alphard leave.

“Sometimes that person sounds just like my brother is talking.”

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[’35:00:00′]

8 o’clock in the morning.

Frontline hunter Damien Auttuille opened his eyes exactly at 8 o’clock.

Last night. I tried to sleep but couldn’t sleep even a wink.

I quietly got up tidied up the bedding and lifted the knife from the shelf.

Sereung-

When I pull the sword out of the scabbard I hear the pleasant sound of the corners of the scabbard being ground.

He liked this sound.

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After reflecting his face on the sparkling blade he went to the mirror.

“….”

I see myself holding a knife.

He slit his own throat with a blade.

The pain of dying.

Autuille thought.

‘It’s alive.’

The wound on my neck healed quickly.

But as he licked the blood flowing from the blade Otuille thought.

‘It’s alive.’

It was a ritual I did every morning.

After cleaning up the blood from the blade with a cloth Otuille sat down at the desk.

Druk-

Hauteuil took out the will from the drawer and picked up a pen.

It was to correct something I had written a few years ago.

Every front-line hunter had a will and identification tag and these were items that were updated periodically.

Autuille who had been scribbling down his will stopped his pen and got lost in thought.

How many hours have passed?

He got up and opened the window.

False blue sky and artificial sun.

I saw a busy street with families and lovers walking around holding hands.

The Company’s zoo and Deus’s amusement park are also very successful.

Paradoxically the streets were full of life ahead of destruction.

Everyone was busy enjoying the ‘last hour’.

Time to avoid regrets before death.

Rather than rioting out of anxiety ahead of destruction it is about living a faithful present believing that the future will continue.

‘It’s so desirable and warm.’

Auttuille briefly expressed his respect for the city leaders including Alphard.

It may have been a ‘trick’ but the intention was right.

Normally everyone would have been so anxious and didn’t know what to do.

Bang- Bang-!

The car in front of the gate honked and a man got out.

“Hey~ Otuyu! What are you doing?”

“…I was revising the will.”

It was a familiar face.

A survivor of the city of “Knights” that was destroyed by the beast people.

Hans Bernstein came dressed in mourning clothes.

“Oh that? “I have to do it too…”

“you?”

Hans scratched his head and pointed at the car with his thumb.

“It’s been a while since I took the kids to see my father’s face. “The others are here too. Do you want to go to the grave with us?”

Hans’ family was seen in the car and the survivors of the Knights Templar were waving from the car behind.

Autuille nodded and went down the stairs.

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“Wailing Wall Vermouth Bernstein.”

“An honorable knight who appeared in the age of darkness protects people until the end and rests here.”

Hans placed chrysanthemums on the gray tombstone with those words written on it.

“father. They are my father’s grandchildren. “Isn’t it cute?”

‘I have to say hello to Grandpa Peter Mark.’

Hans said hello to the children.

Survivors of the Order placed flowers on the grave and made the sign of the cross.

Knight Lord Vermouth was honorable until the moment of his death.

Despite the onslaught of the six tribes of the beastmen who were trying to invade the city the city residents escaped without using “U.SSS” which can be activated by sacrificing 90% of the citizens until the end.

The old man who was called the Wailing Wall became a trustworthy wall and protected people until the end.

‘That wasn’t the only thing that was honorable.’

Autuille looked away.

I saw the graves of the knights who met their violent deaths one after another such as “Luke Bernstein” and “Rondelstadt.”

Many knights died an honorable death before the Templar refugees entered Desertio.

Survivors of the Knights Templar placed chrysanthemums on the grave and held a moment of silence.

On the way back after visiting the grave.

Likewise we encountered a group of Company members wearing mourning uniforms.

“Hey~ Brother Hans! Brother Damien! “Is the grave finished?”

Among them the familiar Javier pretended to know.

Manager Jeong Hyeon-do hit Javier on the back of the head.

“You idiot. “You shouldn’t make a fuss in a place like this.”

“Ouch~ I forgot. Rest in Peace-”

“Is it from Company too?”

“Besides us everyone has come to the Dosan Deus Wolf Fortress.”

“Everyone thinks the same.”

Autuille looked back at the tombstones lined up on the hill.

“Because the graves of the whole city are gathered together. “It’s endless.”

“A lot of people died. really….”

People from the front lines looked at the windy green hills in silence.

Hundreds of thousands of gray tombstones that could not be found anywhere else in the world contrasted terribly with the green hills.

Hans spoke in silence.

“Everyone died as a cornerstone of peace.”

Hans said looking down at his son.

“But these terrible times. “We will have to end it in our own hands.”

“hmm….”

“Ah~ I want to go home quickly~”

Javier hugged the back of his head and stretched.

“I made a lot of girlfriends and went to Las Vegas to play with the coins I saved up. Ah my white Audi I should take care of it.”

“Kane shut the fuck up.”

“Oh why~? “The manager said he would be filial when he returns!”

“Why are you here dude!”

“Filial piety is an important matter.”

“Hey Peter are you old enough to wear school uniform already?”

“no. “I’m going to enroll next year so instead of mourning clothes I already got matching clothes.”

“Okay I understand. “We should come back and watch everyone enter school together….”

Hans asked after parting ways with the Company and getting into the car.

“Autuille. “Aren’t you going to ride?”

“I’ll walk. “I wanted to organize my thoughts.”

“Hagiya. “If you live alone your car is just decoration anyway.”

‘See you tomorrow.’

Hans and Autuille bumped their fists together.

The car left and Hauteuil walked along the graveside with his hands in his pockets.

After walking for a while the outer wall of the city appeared.

Eight cities were combined and the tombs and walls were endlessly long.

As he walked along the outer wall Autuille thought.

‘Yesterday’s speech was packaged with good words by Alphard and the city leaders but…’

There will be many people who die.

In particular frontline hunters will die more than before.

Autuille pointed at the outer wall.

‘If I run away like this…’

If your skills are as good as mine there is nothing to lose.

Even if humanity is defeated you can live as a dimensional refugee and if humanity wins you can sneak in and live.

Even if you are treated as a traitor if you hide it well you can enjoy everything as a winner without anyone knowing.

‘but….’

If you run away you can enjoy pleasure.

You lose your qualifications as a human being.

‘Will I live as a monster? ‘Will I die as a human?’

He said quietly to himself.

“Is this the best place to die?”

Like the friends who fell while carrying out their mission they don’t know if their turn has come.

“It’s a good thing I’m still alive.”

My heart was broken a long time ago and I had lost the will to live.

I was just lucky enough to survive through victory after victory.

“It will be a good day to die.”

Autuille trudged back home feeling that he too would become the ‘cornerstone of peace’.

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[’18:54:23′]

Shadows moved around the outskirts of the city and beatings and screams echoed from the outer walls.

“Execution complete~”

“Where are these bastards trying to run to?”

A cross was nailed to the exterior wall and the remains of dimension refugees were stuffed in abundance.

“You ungrateful bastards!”

“Guys like you should just look after them.”

“Ahh!”

“I’m sorry get better! “Please save me just once!”

A group of extreme hunters captured dimension refugees trying to escape the city and executed them themselves.

He then posted it on the city’s Internet network boasting that his sense of justice was better than anyone else’s.

“Humanity is on the verge of extinction but are you thinking about running away instead of uniting and fighting?”

“You fucking Hunter… aren’t you embarrassed?”

Hunter was also the one who tried to escape.

By posting a photo of the execution of the same hunter they praised themselves as the embodiment of justice.

Most of them were 2nd and 3rd division hunters who did not belong to the front lines and they were almost like scoundrels who avoided difficult and dangerous duties and had a lot of experience betraying their colleagues for gain.

No one wants to live as a bad person even gangsters murderers and rapists.

The pleasure of being more just than others.

Psychological supremacy and ethical power.

Even people who are called trash or scoundrels hope for recognition and praise from those around them and if they happen to have an opportunity to be just they never miss it.

The more extreme a person is the more just he or she is. When faced with a situation that may seem that way to others he or she becomes a bold messenger of justice as if intoxicated with justice.

‘Then when a really dangerous situation arises the gangster’s nature may wake up and he may run away or commit a despicable act saying that he is just but the situation cannot be helped.’

Alphard decided.

Even those people can help right now.

Alphard censored excessive amounts of news posted on the Internet.

This atmosphere is important.

Betrayal: Since everyone has done betrayal it is not something that can be easily overlooked after the job is done but rather it is considered a serious and unforgivable sin.

When this crowd psychology is completed the ‘scum drunk with justice’ will walk on their own feet to the limbs they have been avoiding and by the time their true nature awakens a situation is created where they cannot run away for fear of being executed.

“Alfard. “We confirmed their presence at the center of the monsters.”

G approached and handed Alphard some photos.

Monsters from all over Babel began to rapidly flock to the upper 80th floor.

A whitish figure was seen in the center of the group.

“The Black Helmet is the final monster.”

G explained the situation.

“They came down before the devil.”