That guy was wearing ragged clothes, and his eyes were full of annoyance, he was probably forced to participate, but maybe we were crazy to accept the new government's soldiers. participate in a campaign of this scale. And they don't even hide their dissatisfaction with their policies, are they self-destructing or something? After all, a loyal person like him is still alive now. I thought they said they would eliminate elements that intended to protest? Turns out it was just a scam? Never mind, maybe he's a special case."Sir Seleva?""Kevin? And this is... Seimei?""Wait! You were brought here too?""This doesn't make me like it.""That's right, where are you going?""Yeah, that's right.""In general, the fact that you know each other from before doesn't matter much.""What the fuck does it affect?""It's practice match today, we'll be divided into two groups to test each other. Since Seleva or something has a much higher skill level than you two, we'll be alone on one team, the batt
The cost of the attack to repel Seleva, both of them were running out of points."Damn Kevin, how many points do you have left?""I only have 29 left, how many do you have left?""I only have 34 points left, that guy is a monster.""So that's the general."As we were talking, there was a sudden click, and then a black light flashed past reflexively Seimei held out his hand. Immediately the knife still in his hand was immediately knocked out and crashed on the metal floor of the ship."What the fuck?-""Don't lose focus!"- He crouched while attacking Seimei."Very well, Mr. Seleva.""Don't talk to me like that."Seimei's arm trembled as he was hit by a strong blow. He looked around at Seleva's body."There isn't a damn loophole...""Huh?""Hey, I have an idea...""What"His eyes narrowed in wonder when he saw that the two of them couldn't correct their mistake 10 seconds ago. He immediately jumped up. Seimei was instantly hit, the aura instantly causing his score to gradually drop. He
The behehmut charged frantically, but at least the damage was negligible because the waves also helped the ships to retreat faster. The ships were gradually separating from each other to avoid a hit that would take several ships, it kept using its legs to slash around while the pilots above were still continuously spreading several tens of tons of bombs on their bodies. Its outer shell was almost charred and had several cracks that were nearly half its length on its carapace, but only about a meter wide. Huge plumes of smoke from flaming fires were fed by huge oil patches on the sea, every time the behehmut attacked, following the drops of water, the oil flames flew up with the droplets. Those flames rose into the air as if little fireflies were flying up and down, but once these "fireflies" landed on people, it would be a bad thing. The oil will be absorbed by the cloth, so once it gets on it, you only have to jump into the sea to cut off the oxygen source, but if it's black, what aw
the jingle of a man in a protective suit, his breathing labored through the thick layer of clothing. In his hand was a huge box and just looking at it, he didn't want to touch it. It is emitting a sound of metal colliding with each other. On it was a radioactive symbol. He had stepped in front of a wing of thick, heavy metal. <System>: Please confirm personnel identity! The door guard let out a voice. He frantically put down the box in front of him and pulled out a card from the pocket in front of his chest. <System>: Identity Confirmation Successful- Hello Project owner, Dr. Albert. The sound of the gear system's wings slowly turning created a vibration that even people ten meters away could still feel. The door that had opened he slowly entered the small room covered with a barium silver alloy metal. In the middle of the room was a room made of bulletproof glass, in which there was a metal box that was connected to three high-voltage pow
In the ruins of a certain city, there lived a human, a man with a robe made of worn cloth. Also true, it's too difficult to mass produce fabric. ?: Ah, here it is! A little bit of machinery can be used. Half a motorbike? Looks like it's been heavily rusted. If you want to use it, then there is only the engine. As for this metal shell, it must be forged as a tool. I need to keep digging, if I can't find anything I'll just starve. I wish I had an excavator, but it's just a dream. That's only enough for slave owners. For someone like me, it's equal to being able to look at the sun again. Oh, it reminds me of that day. If I lie down like this, I probably won't have anything to eat today. All because of that damn explosion, without it I would be a completely different person now. It reminds me of my parents' deaths, for a moment a beam of light passed through the shattered glass they had covered for me. But at least I'm still luckier than most people, not everyone
He walked along the rows of rows. Here, half like a support area and like a residential area, the stalls span the entire 10-hectare site. In the middle is a neighborhood for people to live in. The roof in some places has been replaced with glass. Since this place is quite safe compared to just wandering outside, it's crowded with almost overpopulated people. But that's not a big deal as the number of people born is getting smaller and smaller. And the death toll is increasing. Small gardens on the roof give the place an old look. Everyone wears an old mantle, expressionless masks. He just walked quietly through the crowded crowd. On the outer edge near the wall of the market, there was a fairly new camp. Seimei entered gently, rolling his eyes as if out of habit. "What do you want?"-A tall guy with blond hair said as he slowly walked out. Seimei: Hello! I'm Seimei Kosuto. I heard you wanted to buy some of that stuff. ?: Japanese? I'm William Elmes. What do yo
After I eat, I start going to the tool shop. The sky turns black. Not really, dust in the air makes the sky always orange or red. I walk down the narrow road, everyone seems to have already returned to the motel. It looks peaceful during the day, but at night the world turns upside down. Thieves, murderers, catchers are on every corner. I chose a pretty good shovel, why is it good and not new? Here, used items are considered to be the same. There are only people with too much money like Landlords or factory owners. Landlords are those who possess enough armies to take complete control of one or more valuable locations, must be worth it, but there's no point in owning all of the toxic, arid lands out there. The factory owner is the owner of large factories, can be understood as the manufacturer of tools or utensils. This shovel is not a very good item, but it is considered to be temporary enough to use for another 2 or 3 years. Seimei: So how much is this shovel?
Seimei: A bandit? ?: You guys seem pretty smart, do you? You know it, give it all. He slowly put his hand behind his back. ?: bastard! He lunged forward, knife still in his hand. Kevin and Seimei still don't understand what happened. He had a mad look in his eyes, disgusted with it. ?: GIVE ME! Kevin: Calm down! If you want, we'll give it to you. Seimei: Calm down! If you don't want to be "abandoned"! The "abandoned" are those who violate the "laws of the world". It is a set of laws made by those in power. Simply minimizing the death, all violators are not executed but are considered as living tools. Those people have to work to death, without rest, without treatment, without hope. The only thing that awaited them was simply certain death. ?: You think it can make me scary? F*ck no, no one can live in this messed-up shit Kevin sighed and then. Throw a punch straight in the face. That's right, without hes