Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 230

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 230

Side story 1. The Twisted Knot

Wheeee.

After he finished speaking quietly.

The dark logistics center returned only the empty sound of the wind.

“···As expected, there is no answer.”

Pax had no answer this time either.

After leveling up and my awakening ability became unstable, Pax stopped sending me any messages at some point.

'Obviously, the ability still remains···'

The awakening ability can still be used.

Pax, who had been mediating this, simply disappeared.

The portal I rode through glowed blue.

As I was walking back the way I came, I saw something moving.

“Hey, who’s that?”

The fluffy golden fur ball was startled.

Soon, Solen appeared with her pitch-black eyes shining.

After that, the other Manong tribe members kept sniffing around, looking for something.

“Would you be able to find it even if you do that···”

“Mr. Jeonggyeom···”

I think he heard my voice looking for Pax.

But there was no way to find Pax that way.

“Why did you guys come here?”

“It’s cozy and comfortable here···”

They are the Manong tribe who frequently wandered into subspace even during the destruction.

Even though they were given a place to live in Jirisan, Solen and the other fifteen were always stuck at this logistics center.

Phew.

Phew···

As expected, there were several Manong tribesmen lying on their stomachs behind them.

Her fluffy pink belly swayed with snoring.

He woke them up one by one, sweeping away their thick flesh.

“Let’s go, it’s unstable so we shouldn’t stay here.”

It wasn't for nothing that I moved my family out of the subspace.

If there had been even one problem with my subspace, we could have had an untimely separation.

The fact that the Manon Tribe entered the subspace that was blocked from access was also proof that my abilities were unstable.

Oh my god.

The Manong tribe yawned loudly.

Although he still seemed sleepy, he got up from his seat and rubbed his eyes without fail.

“You too, come and eat some meat.”

"omg!"

His eyes grew wide at the news of rice.

The Manong tribe prick up their ears that were previously folded flat.

“Mr. Jeonggyeom!”

The guys came walking towards me, their beards fluttering.

***

The next morning.

It was unusually windy today.

I tossed and turned under the covers for a while, but finally got up.

I walked with my shoulders hunched in the cool late winter.

“I should just go right away.”

I didn't even wash my face because I thought it was too late.

Since I was already sweating, I decided to wash it off in one go.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

I put my bare feet into tough rubber slippers and walked along the gravel road mixed with dirt.

He searched through his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper.

Today's date was written across the top of the paper in ballpoint pen.

Below that···

-10,000 bags of 20kg rice

– 10,000 bags of 20kg flour

– 1,200 tool sets.

-6 bottles of 2L water···

The loan had this written on it:

It feels like going to the mart to buy groceries.

The only difference was the quantity, which was at least in the thousands, and the types in the dozens.

After checking the contents, he crumpled up the paper and put it back in his pocket.

This is what I've been doing lately.

Make sure you have enough supplies shipped before your skills disappear.

The items were either stored at the Joint Chiefs of Staff or distributed first to areas in urgent need.

“It’s a human barracks, it’s a human barracks.”

Swoosh!

Phew!

It was around the time that we shipped about four thousand flour sacks with polar bears on them.

The cannon shot forward at full speed, showing off its wildness, and collided with the wall with great force, painting the surrounding area white.

Every once in a while, my abilities would malfunction like this, and my workload would increase.

“Oh my god···”

He stretched out loud for a moment.

I feel like I've become a production worker overnight.

But to complain, no one was taking a break these days.

for example···

“Hehehe, I did something today too.”

“Sir, how can this not work?”

“That’s what happens. If you touch it for no reason, the remaining abilities could get messed up even more.”

Buendia, sitting at the desk over there, was also working diligently.

Buendia obtained a mountain of broken music boxes, or memorize devices, from the collapsed Arcane.

Most of them were broken, and Buendia's daily routine these days was to repair them by pounding and pounding small metal plates like an old man carving a mallet.

It's not too far from where the goods are shipped.

I moved to Buendia's desk to take a break.

“I told you it’s dangerous to stay here.”

“Don’t worry about it. Are you afraid that I’ll get hit by it and die?”

Squeak squeak!

As Buendia laughed, the skeleton rat squeaked.

Even as he stroked the skeleton rat crawling on his shoulder, Buendia did not take his eyes off the desk.

In his hand he held a magical tool that looked like a soldering iron.

Buendia, wearing round, one-eyed goggles, spliced together the metal plates of the music box while emitting blue magic power.

Ta-da-dak! Ta-da-dak!

A splendid blue light formed on the music box.

Buendia asked me indirectly.

“Are you worried about anything?”

I looked off into the distance.

One side of the shipping yard wall was completely covered in flour.

The cool breeze was just tickling the white powder away.

“Because Pax didn’t answer.”

“You mean the awakening system?”

It was an indifferent answer, as if it was not the first time he had heard this story.

Meanwhile, Buendia hung the magic tool on one side of the desk and changed his posture, looking at the iron plate from side to side in the sunlight.

I felt confused when I heard that.

Was Pax simply a useful and convenient system?

Suddenly one more thing occurred to me.

The fact that the guy was an AI with cutting-edge technology.

I just pulled up a chair and sat down next to Buendia.

“Sir, there was something called AI that was being developed on Earth.”

“AI? What is that?”

“It means artificial intelligence. It literally creates human consciousness artificially. However, unlike ordinary people, it has almost no limits to its capacity or computational ability.”

“Wow. That guy must be incredibly smart.”

Buendia hummed with interest.

The expression on his face said it had been a long time since he had had more fun than repairing the music box.

The tilted chair rocked back and forth.

“Right? But there were also people who raised this issue. What if highly developed AI becomes indistinguishable from humans? That is, AI could imitate humans. Maybe AI could send a fake letter to an elderly person that looks like it was written by me.”

Buendia leaned back completely.

He placed his goggles on the side of the desk and slowly stroked his beard as usual.

In his thick, wrinkled hands, a curly gray beard was held stiffly.

“Do you think Pax was that level of artificial intelligence?”

“I honestly don’t know. The way he spoke was clearly robotic.”

Pax just kept answering my orders.

But he did give me some detailed information about the awakening system, and occasionally made a silly joke.

Of course, this alone cannot be considered certain.

Whether the guy had some kind of consciousness or was just watching people and imitating them.

The truth is that only Pax knows, or perhaps even Pax himself does not know.

As I was quietly scratching my head, Buendia shrugged his shoulders.

“Would we be any different?”

“Us?”

“Life is a series of stimuli. When they accumulate, they become experiences, and we learn how to react and act in new situations. Maybe we are also a kind of artificial intelligence as you say. It’s just that the circuits are overly complex and tangled. But that’s also part of its charm.”

Somehow, a snicker came out.

Maybe the warehouse and my head aren't all that different.

Rather, unlike the well-organized logistics center, my head would be a mess.

Click.

Buendia picked up the iron plate.

When the sunlight hit it, the magic spells embedded in the dots glowed brightly.

“This memorization device is made up of a kind of dialogue. When you turn on the switch, the music box automatically recites a magic spell. It’s like a question-and-answer book with set answers depending on the question.”

“Um… It’s similar to an answering machine, isn’t it?”

My relationship with Pax was no different.

According to me, the guy runs the logistics center himself.

Click.

Buendia lifted another plate this time.

In contrast to before, the dotted orders were jumbled together in a mess.

“This is a broken thing. The question-and-answer structure is completely twisted. It’s like a person being asked a question and having no idea what to say.”

I thought I knew what he was trying to say.

There was definitely something wrong with Pax.

Buendia put down the plate and asked me.

“So, what do you want to do?”

“I want to fix it. This heartless guy… Shouldn’t he at least say hello before he leaves?”

Buendia let out a small laugh.

Then he answered in a much softer voice.

“Pax may have some load we don’t know about. Of all the products he handled, what do you think had the most data?”

Several things came to mind.

From various weapons to items imbued with black magic, such as Sisyphus and the Bone Dragon.

Even complex, large structures like chambers of commerce.

But after hearing the answer, I realized I was going in the wrong direction altogether.

“People. A lot of people have come and gone from your subspace.”

For the past year, subspace has been a sort of forward base.

People came and went and united against the Chamber of Commerce.

The argument was that all of those relationships had piled up as data for Pax, and that it had finally caused an overload.

“As I’ve said before, the awakening ability is also connected to your mind. If you update and organize the information about those registered in the subspace, the amount of data to process will be greatly reduced. It’s no different from fixing the circuitry of this music box.”

Click.

Buendia took up his magic tool again.

“Phajijik,” he added at last, his voice crackling with blue flames.

“Meet people and ask them about their news. If there’s anything you’re curious about, be sure to ask.”

***

Another day passed like that.

I heard from Buendia how to fix Pax.

I spoke to Yoo Seong-cheol and decided to stop shipping supplies for the time being.

“Well, I guess I can just go and do it myself.”

It's a job that involves meeting people.

If you need anything, you can just have it shipped to you right away.

As long as you watch out for the occasional issue of it shipping out at full speed, there shouldn't be a problem.

It was the same principle as not throwing items at delivery men.

The first destination was decided to be Elvenheim.

There's no particular reason, but it's been longer than I thought since I've been here.

For the past month, I've spent most of my time traveling around the world, occasionally stopping by Korea.

Ss …

A fresh wind blew.

The leaves swayed and dewdrops fell.

“Oh, you grew up well.”

Most of them were world trees.

The things I planted as seedlings have already grown like this.

If the forest were filled with only the same species, it would be boring, but mysteriously, the world trees have grown in a variety of shapes and colors.

Some grew as broad-leaved trees, some as conifers, and many were crescent-shaped like ginkgo leaves.

The shapes of the branches also varied in countless ways, from round and thick ones to pointed, thorny ones.

Rustle.

While I was exploring the forest, I felt a presence.

The ones who showed up were the elf elder Wilgrim and the druid chieftain Findrick.

Thanks to the advance notice I gave last night, he came out to pick me up.

Wilgrim reached out his hand to me.

“Are you here? Representative Jeonggyeom.”

“I hope everything is fine?”

“There was something surprising. Well, well…”

Wilgrim also added, with a look of excitement on his face…

“The world tree has borne fruit.”

It was unexpected news even for me.