Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 233

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 233

Side story 4. Coming and going

“Ancestor!”

Tereb came to me with a bright expression.

In response to the question of whether he could help, he immediately rode the portal with dozens of Retelians.

The bodies of those I had not seen in a long time were even more firm and had a bronze glow.

"how have you been doing?"

“Of course, from the <Hall of Power> you brought back to the food you supplied… we couldn’t be doing any better. Do you remember Minola? That guy is already three generations and five hundred, haha!”

Tereb chuckled and flexed his chest muscles.

As far as I remember, Minola was a little kid whose head only reached my waist.

I decided not to think any further about the brute strength of the Retelians.

Tereb added with a sly smile.

“I am becoming a descendant who will not be ashamed of my ancestors.”

I just picked it up and laughed it off.

I have told you a thousand times that I am not your ancestor. At this point, I wondered, so what if I really am, and so what if I am not?

After exchanging greetings, Tereb asked.

“You said there were people who were sick?”

“Okay, do you want to come this way?”

I walked across the ward with Tereb.

The place we arrived at was a conference room located in the basement.

As it was a large hospital, it was a space prepared for small meetings, but now the furniture inside had been removed and a soft floor had been laid down to remodel it into a 'rehabilitation treatment room'.

Inside, my older sister and Song Hyeon-gu were waiting for us.

Both of them looked quite surprised by the swarm of muscular aliens, but they tried to keep their composure and greeted each other.

“Mr. Tereb······. Are you right?”

“Yes! I am Tereb!”

Tereb chuckled and shook hands with his older sister.

I exchanged silent, manly greetings with Song Hyun-gu, furrowing my eyebrows.

Perhaps because he was also a person with awakened physical abilities, his body was as large and thick as Tereb's.

and······.

“Euuuuuuuuu!”

“Hiyaaaap!”

A scream, almost a scream, rang out.

My older sister and Song Hyeon-gu brought patients to the rehabilitation room.

Although there were colorful gym balls, Pilates equipment, and various small tools laid out in abundance, the patients seemed to have difficulty even moving their bodies.

For example, it was like this.

Unfortunately, both arms were severed by the monster.

Even though the bone and nerves had fully healed, the patient was unable to move his arm.

“Huhhhh! Huhhh!”

He was a young man with curly hair.

The days ahead of me having to live using those arms are bright.

But for now, I couldn't even lift a spoon on my own.

Patients suffering from the aftereffects of amputation or penetration.

I looked at them struggling and asked Tereb.

“How is it? Can you do it?”

“Yes, I think I know what it is.”

Tereb nodded softly.

As if trying to mimic the man's condition, Tereb stretched his arms down.

“My arms are so heavy. I can’t even lift them by myself.”

“You said all your muscles have recovered?”

“Your body will be fine, but your mental muscles will be gone. We, the Letel people, call this condition ‘your ancestors won’t lift the weight of the pole.’”

“······.”

It was an expression that was both familiar and strange, coming from a different race.

But as if it wasn't over, Tereb continued talking.

“Even though you can definitely lift it, you’re not sure. It’s a state you can never get out of on your own… That’s why we form tribes and why we look to our ancestors every time we weigh something. Our ancestors don’t actually lift the weight for us. They just… They subtly let us know that we can lift it.”

Tereb strode forward, then suddenly stopped and added a word to me.

“Ancestor, you were the one who showed us that we could defeat the invaders with our own strength.”

Tereb went straight into the rehabilitation room. Following him, the waiting Retelin rushed in.

The patients were terrified, but Tereb quickly calmed the confusion by clapping his hands.

“Okay, let’s get started with class right away!”

Patients and Retelians paired off in groups of three or five.

Even though there was a set of dumbbells on one side of the rehabilitation room, no one paid any attention to them.

We just started doing exercises to keep our bodies in check, tailored to the patients' level.

“Come on, you can lift it! You can lift it!”

“Hey, don’t joke around.”

“Huh? Your hands are falling? Your hands are falling?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The curly-haired man screamed.

But clearly, his arms were raised higher than before.

Although it was a very small change, Tereb did not miss it and suggested a higher possibility.

There was no miracle of instant recovery. But little by little, I dug into the realm of the impossible and made it possible.

This time, the Letels were becoming the 'ancestors who lift the weights' of the patients.

'······I? I told you?'

Tereb said he learned from me first.

That we can overcome this difficult destruction with our own hands.

But that wasn't something I taught them; it was something the Retelians learned on their own.

This was especially true when they immediately made me, an Earthling, their ancestor.

“Haaaaaah!”

I could hear the patients' cheers.

Those who escaped destruction, but still could not accept that fact.

A new confidence was slowly seeping into them.

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It's right after class is over.

A class that was not only well-received but also had practical effects.

Perhaps because he had lifted the weight of the pole 'instead', sweat was dripping down Tereb's forehead.

It was fortunate that the awakening ability still remained.

We were able to bring the Retelians here through the installed portal.

Still, it was necessary to tell Tereb before it was too late.

“But you shouldn’t stay here too long.”

“Yes? How are you?”

“The awakening ability is disappearing. The portal installed in Rethel may disappear at any time. If you don’t want to be separated from your family for no reason, you should go back before then.”

It's not that I don't feel sorry for myself.

Because we fought against the invaders and shared warm feelings across races.

But unlike the elves and druids who had settled on Earth, the Lethelians had their homeland still intact.

Tereb asked me with a very sad expression.

“So does that mean we won’t be able to see each other anymore?”

“Wouldn’t that be so? Before that happens, let’s get as many supplies as possible.”

The Lethelians have recently been busy rebuilding their homeland.

Just as the Earth was struck by destruction, Rethel, trampled by Sabros, was also devastated.

Surely, it would not be long before we would be able to regain the peaceful appearance of our hometown from long ago.

At that moment, Tereb brought up an unexpected story.

“Ancestor, isn’t there a large spaceship that you used to ride? Even if the portal disappears… How about riding it back and forth? No, we will keep coming.”

"spaceship?"

It was talking about crosshairs.

An item taken from the Blood Alliance during the process of defeating Gradiva.

Not only was it still in my subspace, it was also something that could be replicated infinitely.

I scratched my head for a moment and then answered Tereb.

“······Why didn’t I think of that?”

***

The next day, I headed to Incheon Airport.

I have two interdimensional transports.

A dimensional headquarters carved in the shape of a crosshair of the Blood Pledge and a meteorite.

Although they were useful, neither of them offered a very comfortable ride.

'······I rode it because it was me.'

The crosshairs were actually closer to a transport ship.

The Dimensional Headquarters was even worse, with a thing that called a 'fall' a 'landing'.

It was something I was able to use thanks to my subspace abilities.

Since it needed some modifications, I came to find the technicians from the subspace.

“Oh, Jeong-gyeom.”

James greeted me with a familiar tone.

Since leaving subspace, he has traveled frequently between Korea and the United States.

In particular, whenever I stayed in Korea, I would stay in the hangar at Incheon Airport.

That wasn't all.

Because next to the hangar was a dwarven factory with a nuclear reactor installed.

Since it was originally a movable object, it was brought here to Incheon Airport via the portal.

“Is the representative here?”

“Oh, boss!”

Cooper came out and said hello.

I greeted each and every one of the dwarves who followed me.

Then, Cooper went back into the factory, saying he had forgotten something, and a familiar mechanical sound was heard inside the factory.

Wheeeeeeing.

'······What are you making?'

What he brought back when he returned was not something like a work of art.

A large, pure white mug held cold coffee and ice cubes.

"oh······."

The day was warm, and the black asphalt was warmed by the midday sun.

Thanks to this, it was possible to enjoy iced coffee even though the cold weather had not yet completely gone away.

“Ooh, Kaapi.”

“Okay, okay!”

James, of course, and the other dwarves also grabbed their coffee cups.

Suddenly, I remembered the time when they were forced to work in the United States.

Those days when I would drink coffee instead of water and just hammer away day and night.

“I thought you wouldn’t even look at coffee anymore?”

“Hehehe, let’s have decaffeinated coffee.”

“Oh, right.”

It's something to live and see.

A workaholic dwarf who drinks decaffeinated coffee.

Still, it wasn't too bad to see him getting used to life on Earth.

But unlike the dwarves, there were those who had to return to their homeland.

I told Cooper the story about the Retelians.

Even Tereb's idea of using a crosshair.

“Hmm······.”

Cooper answered, stroking his mustache.

“Aren’t you ultimately going to build an airport like this?”

“Well, that’s true. But it’s not a facility where anyone can come and go like this······. It’s fine if it’s for our friends to come and go.”

“It doesn’t sound like it would be difficult just by hearing it······. What are you worried about?”

“I think it would be ambiguous to use it as a passenger plane.”

Cooper nodded, of course, and even James nodded.

It seems like he's been thinking about the structure of the crosshairs in his head for a while.

The two people who had been staring at each other for a moment suddenly turned to me and answered.

“No, what······. What a difficult request you’re asking me to make.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun.”

Swish.

Cooper immediately brought the drawings out of the factory.

He quickly drew a plan of the crosshairs on a large piece of ground and began to carve a new design into it.

“Since we’re making it, I think it would be good to put a variety of things in it. Since there’s plenty of space… Maybe we could open a mini cafe inside?”

“We need to put in an arcade too, Jeong-gyeom. And a draft beer machine.”

No, these people?

'Well······.'

It's a long distance inter-dimensional travel.

If you just sit still and go, it will be hard work in its own way.

As it was a huge crosshair, it would be possible to fill it with quite a few facilities, although not as much as subspace.

Then Cooper asked me a question.

“Where do you plan to build the station? It would require some kind of facility for a plane this size to take off and land.”

“Oh, that’s right······.”

Of course, the first is Korea.

The completed crosshair is something I'll have to ride around with first.

I think we should make a stop at Letel too, but there was one more that came to mind.

“I should ask Veronica too.”

It wasn't just the Letels.

Veronica's vampires were also coming and going through the portal.

'Even if it's not like that······.'

Recently, I heard that Marques's warlocks and the Portal Authority had returned from their investigation.