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◈ The World After the Fall ◈

Chapter 91: Episode 13. Catastrophe (5)

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Around that time, outside the Bizarre Factory, the consciousness of a being who had long been asleep returned.

A deep man’s voice came from somewhere.

“...Have you awakened?”

Her eyes stung from having been closed for too long.

A young woman slowly opened her eyes. It was Sirwen Armelt.

“Ugh, what is...?”

Sirwen let out a groan and unsteadily pushed herself up. The man who had spoken quickly moved to support her.

Her vision was still spinning, and she had the illusion that something was flowing past her on all sides. Clutching her head, Sirwen slowly looked around.

To the north stretched a vast forest, to the east an endless desert, and to the west a boundless plain. To the south stood a gigantic factory, so enormous its size was impossible to judge.

For a moment, Sirwen thought she had lost her mind.

Where is this?

Had she fallen into 《Uncanny》 again?

“You were asleep for far too long.”

Only then did Sirwen realize the voice supporting her belonged to Yulhen.

“This is...?”

“In front of the Bizarre Factory. You were asleep for exactly two weeks, Sirwen.”

Only after hearing that did Sirwen begin to calm down little by little. This was not 《Uncanny》. She had safely completed the Squeeze.

Ah, I see. So this is in front of the Bizarre Factory.

Only then did this bizarre landscape begin to make sense.

This was the center of 《Chaos》, the place where all the landscapes of 《Chaos》, divided by the four directions, came together.

No, wait. The Bizarre Factory?

Her mind snapped awake as if cold water had been poured over her.

Yulhen was saying something beside her, explaining the situation, but none of it registered. The thoughts she had been holding onto before losing consciousness came crashing back into her mind like a storm.

If they had come all the way to the front of the Bizarre Factory, that meant the 《Abyss》 was right ahead of them. And if that was true, then...

“Where is that bastard?”

“Ah, the Citadel Lord is...”

Once Sirwen heard the full story, the color drained from her face. Jaehwan had already entered the Bizarre Factory two hours ago.

“We have to get to him right now! We have to stop him!”

“Why are you suddenly...?”

Yulhen could not understand why Sirwen was so agitated and was just starting to ask when one of the expedition scouts came running from the distance with a frantic look on their face.

“Chief Administrator! Something terrible has happened!”

The voice was tight with desperation.

Everyone had already grown weary of waiting, so the scout’s cry rang out louder than usual. Some expedition members stood up to see what was going on, while the Hall Masters stretched with bored expressions.

But not one of them looked worried.

That was only natural. The people gathered here were all among the strongest in 《Chaos》. Whatever happened, there was nothing to fear.

As if the timing could not have been better, Kang Hwang, Hall Master of Fire King House, sprang to his feet and scratched at his ear as he asked,

“What’s got you making such a racket?”

Then, in the next moment, the scout running toward them froze in place.

Swooooosh.

With a wind blowing in from somewhere, the expedition member’s body turned to silver dust and vanished on the spot. Everyone who saw it jolted to their feet in shock. No one had seen how the scout had died.

“...!”

A moment later, a figure emerged through the dust of the desert.

No, not one figure.

Two, three, four...

An endless procession of shadows.

Someone among the expedition members let out a groan that was almost a lament.

“My God.”

A suffocating Spiritual Pressure rolled in from beyond the sandstorm. They knew that Spiritual Pressure well. Far too well. It was the very Spiritual Pressure they all hated, and feared, above all else.

But there was not just one.

There were a full hundred tyrannical presences.

And the five Spiritual Pressures at the front were at such an exalted level that they could not even begin to imagine it.

“No. That can’t be...”

Sirwen’s gaze wavered when she saw the face of the first person to emerge from the clearing dust. She had seen that face once before, in Ebony’s citadel.

The most terrifying Field Commander in the Ninth Zone. In the Ebony Zone, the one you had to fear most after Ebony.

“G-get Jaehwan. Hurry.”

But no one could hear her voice.

Expedition members were swept away without even a scream at the wave of a hand. The slaughter had begun.

* * *

An hour had already passed since Jaehwan and ENIAC opened the sealed gate and departed for the 《Palace of the Dead》.

Back in the 「Bizarre Factory」, Chunghuh and Karlton had been passing the time by watching the Horned Beasts when they both sensed something at the same time.

Rumble.

A massive quake, strong enough to shake the entire Bizarre Factory.

[What is going on?]

The Factory Masters were all wearing grim expressions as well.

[What now, you humans? Couldn’t you keep from making a scene for even this long?]

[...This does not feel like a mere disturbance caused by humans.]

Another thunderous boom rang out.

If vibrations had reached even the interior of the Bizarre Factory, despite its strong outer walls, then an enormous explosion must have gone off outside.

EDSAC turned to JOHNIAC and asked,

[JOHNIAC. Connect to the outside.]

The childlike JOHNIAC, who handled communications, closed their eyes. A small antenna rose from JOHNIAC’s head, and waves of energy reminiscent of sonar shot out through the entire factory. It was JOHNIAC’s unique technique, one that allowed communication with Horned Beasts.

A moment later, static crackled. Bzzzt, bzzzt...

Whatever JOHNIAC had seen, the little one’s shoulders twitched sharply.

[Scary. Big brothers. Subordinates.]

The words that followed carried an endlessly ominous feeling.

[All. Scary...]

That was as far as JOHNIAC got before the little one winced in pain. It seemed the horned beast JOHNIAC had been in contact with had died. JOHNIAC looked as though they were trying to continue, but no more words came.

Chunghuh and Karlton looked at each other.

[Wait, you two!]

Before IAS could even finish shouting, Chunghuh and Karlton’s figures shot toward the entrance of the Bizarre Factory like the wind.

It was them.

There was no need for any further communication. There were only so many beings who could possess Spiritual Pressure of this magnitude to begin with. Just sensing it was enough to make every hair on their bodies stand on end. Nowhere in all of 《Chaos》 could you find power like this.

There was only one kind of being in the 《Great Lands》 capable of carrying such Spiritual Pressure.

“Divine Physician, could this be...?”

“Damn it. That brat was right.”

Just before they had arrived at the Bizarre Factory, Jaehwan had predicted this situation in advance. Before they went to the 《Abyss》, the expedition would inevitably face the Lords.

The expedition members, Chunghuh included, had thought it was needless worry.

Jaehwan had certainly provoked the 《Great Lands》, but the odds of the Lords immediately gathering troops and invading were low. The 「Narrow Door」, the only route into 《Chaos》, had already been destroyed. No matter how furious they were, would those prideful Lords really throw away their own lives and come into Chaos just to catch a single Awakened One?

Chunghuh had been certain.

Even if the Lords crossed into 《Chaos》, it would not be until after the 「Narrow Door」 had been restored.

Or rather, that was what he had believed until just moments ago.

“Divine Physician, could there have been another 「Narrow Door」?”

“That’s impossible. Even if there were multiple transmission terminals for the 「Narrow Door」, the only receiving terminal in 《Chaos》 was destroyed. The 「Narrow Door」 cannot be used for the time being.”

“Then there is only one answer.”

“I can hardly believe it, but that seems to be the case.”

The Lords had died and come here.

There was no other explanation.

It was baffling.

Had they really died and come all the way here just to capture Jaehwan alone?

...Wait. What if Jaehwan was not their only target?

Now, 《Chaos》 had become a place valuable enough to tempt the Lords. With the 「Fruit」 alone, it had become a place where Chief Commander-level powerhouses appeared, a place worth committing the military strength of the 《Great Lands》 to seize.

It was all thanks to the Tower of Awakening Jaehwan had created.

As time passed, Chaos would grow into an independent force. Someday, it might even become powerful enough to contend with the zones of the 《Great Lands》. Perhaps the Lords had realized that as well.

That was why they had come personally.

To crush the sprout before it could grow, and to plunder it.

That was what they excelled at.

This won’t be easy for you bastards.

《Chaos》 was no longer what it had once been. Above all, Jaehwan was here. That thought brought relief to Chunghuh’s heart.

“How many do you think came?”

“Hard to say. But they are Lords. If they died to come here, there shouldn’t be more than fifty.”

In truth, even fifty was a high estimate. Fifty Lords was effectively the maximum force a single zone could deploy for a localized operation.

But the closer they drew to the entrance, the more a bad feeling spread through Chunghuh’s mind. At first, their spiritual power had been bunched together, making it hard to count them properly, but the nearer he got, the more wrong it felt.

...Just how many of them came?

The moment the factory gates swung wide open, that question was answered in the most horrifying way possible.

Souls of Chaos lay strewn everywhere. Expedition members let out wretched screams, some with their necks cut and others with their torsos torn open, howling in agony.

At the center of that sea of silver carnage, Chunghuh staggered as a certain scene rose in his mind.

It was as if he were seeing that day nine hundred years ago all over again.

“Divine Physician, please save us.”

“Please, please!”

“I don’t want to die yet. We didn’t come all this way just to die like this.”

“Divine Physician.”

That day had been like this too.

“You must not come this way.”

That was why he had wanted to forget.

“Divine Physician, please take this.”

That was why...

“Go, Divine Physician. Remember. Tell them.”

“Tell them of our humiliation, our disgrace, this resentment and rage.”

“Tell them we did not lose. Tell them we truly brought back the Fruit. So...”

He could never forget.

“The Abyss Expedition did not fail.”

A tremor he had hidden deep within himself spread through his body.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Again. It was the Lords again.

And this time, before the expedition had even set out.

“Divine Physician, don’t!”

Ignoring Karlton’s shout from behind him, Chunghuh bellowed and swung his sword like lightning at one of the Chief Commanders before him.

At Chunghuh’s draw, backed by a clear third-stage Awakening, the Chief Commander took a mortal wound and staggered back with a groan. Chunghuh did not miss the opening and cut across the Chief Commander’s waist and chest in rapid succession. Soon, the Chief Commander’s strength failed, and the figure dissolved into silver.

He was no longer the Despair Divine Physician he had once been.

Without holding back the power overflowing from his entire body, Chunghuh swept his gaze across the battlefield.

He had to find the command group.

“Yulhen! Shin Mugeuk! Where is everyone?!”

But there was already nothing left that could be called a command group. Hall Masters on the verge of soul extinction were on their knees, coughing up wretched silver light. Even the Awakened Ones, their greatest fighting force, had already met soul extinction and turned to dust.

And then...

“Cayman!”

Cayman hung limply, caught by the collar in a Lord’s hand.

Despair was casting its shadow over Chaos.

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