Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 240

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 240

Side Story Episode 11. The Square (Side Story Complete)

Two weeks have passed since then.

While the station construction was progressing smoothly, I was able to receive one more piece of news.

[Notice of Admission]

This is the name of the paper in hand.

Elementary, middle, and high schools were already established and pilot classes were being held, and although it took some time, a university was finally established.

I was able to achieve my long-awaited dream of returning to school.

Although it was a late start in April, it was not a time to be picky about what was cold and what was hot.

Baek Min-woo muttered as he walked alongside.

“I never thought I’d be going back to school······.”

It is the only university in Korea.

Of course, other leading universities were preparing for re-establishment.

People come together for a variety of reasons.

Among them was 'academic background', and among the survivors, there were quite a few who wanted to re-establish their alma mater that had disappeared due to destruction.

Maybe I am one of those people.

Of course, it's not so much my love for my alma mater as it is my personal wish to fulfill it.

Likewise, Minwoo, who was holding the admission notice, asked me various questions.

“But who is the professor?”

“I don’t know, I just asked them to pick someone with experience.”

Honestly, I don't even remember what my major was.

The last news I heard was that the department had been merged and destroyed while I was in the military, and to make matters worse, the world was destroyed and I couldn't even confirm the truth.

Given these circumstances, it would be of no concern to me who the professor was or what he was like.

More importantly······.

“The weather is nice.”

This is a symbol of the return to everyday life.

Having overcome all destruction, I was able to leisurely enjoy the luxury of returning to school.

Sararak.

April petals are scattered across the cornfield.

It passes leisurely between the densely lined trees.

It's a shame that there aren't any cafes to stop by on the way to school.

Still, I brought an Americano in a tumbler, carefully.

I stepped on the soft flower petals, making a crunching sound like ice hitting each other.

It's the pink scenery I've been dreaming of, but······.

“Now that it’s come to this, it’s just like that again.”

After all, a goal is meant to be empty once it is achieved.

Even though it was a return to school that I had been looking forward to for so long, strangely, I didn't have any special thoughts.

Maybe it's because time that has passed can never come back or be recovered.

As I was feeling the sense of futility anew, a shadow suddenly appeared from behind me.

There were three shadows in total, and when I turned my head, they were all faces I knew.

“No, what are you guys doing here?”

Princess Veronica, Ellie of Elvenheim, and even Lydia in Europe.

The princess folded her wings and carried them on her back like a backpack, Ellie carried a large art bag, and Lydia carried a stack of specialized books the size of bricks.

Unlike us who shamelessly go to school naked, they look thoroughly prepared.

On their behalf, Ellie spoke.

“The head of the department asked if we wanted to go to school. So we registered.”

Special admissions led by Acting President Yoo Seong-cheol.

Still, they said they each chose their major carefully.

The princess, who had to lead Veronica's forces, decided to major in political science and diplomacy, Lydia, who had grown the world tree with her excellent speaking skills, decided to major in psychological counseling, and Ellie, who had to use her unique artistic talent, decided to apply to an art college.

'Artistic talent······.'

The miserable drawing skills of the elves shown in Elvenheim came to mind.

I don't know about anything else, but I couldn't agree with the last sentence, but I can't fault his passion to learn.

The professors may have suffered, but that was none of my concern.

Groan, groan.

As I was doing that, I heard other students chattering.

These three people stand out in terms of their attire and exotic appearance.

After exchanging greetings, we each went to our respective classrooms for class.

All three were filled with secret excitement.

Like a freshman in a new era.

***

“Is this the end for today?”

It didn't even take 30 minutes.

After class, I went back the way I came with Minwoo.

Perhaps because the wind had died down, the sight of cherry blossom petals falling gently seemed to have lost its energy.

There was no registration for classes or anything.

The only university established in a destroyed world.

Because subject selection there is a luxury.

All subjects were fixed for each department, but while looking at the liberal arts course schedule, I came across a familiar name.

“I never thought you’d teach me in person.”

It was none other than my older brother, Seonggyeom's name.

Although I was only a part-time lecturer, I was able to achieve my dream of standing on the podium.

At that moment, three voices were heard again from behind.

“Mr. Jeong-gyeom!”

It was the princess, Ellie, and Lydia.

Although the subjects were different, the timetable was fixed, so even the ending times were the same.

The three people who came running looked at the schedule I was holding.

Then, he pointed to <Speaking and Writing>, which had Seonggyeom's name as the instructor, and <Communication between Interracial Races>, which had Hyeonggyeom's name as the instructor.

“Oh! I hear this too!”

“Everyone who registered will hear it.”

Classes were over, but there wasn't even a restaurant where we could eat.

It was a university that had just built a few lecture halls and stuffed them with professors and instructors.

Post-apocalyptic First University, maybe that's a good name.

The sight of the registered students was quite striking.

'If you think about it, today is the first day of school.'

On the first day of school, most classes end early.

Princess Ellie, Lydia, and the three girls who couldn't help but be unaware of the long-standing traditions of Korean universities? They grumbled that classes ended after 30 minutes when they finally got to school.

It was really something said without knowing the excitement of the first day of school.

“We need to have an opening party.”

“······Opening party? What is that?”

You don't have to rent out a bar in front of the school like the popular kids.

Just gathering in groups of three or five at a quiet restaurant in front of the school and eating a spoonful of soybean paste stew can be considered a kind of opening party.

Of course, it was polite to offer a drink, even if it was just a simple one, to welcome the new semester.

So today, there was a place we all definitely wanted to visit.

“Follow me.”

Jiiing!

I opened the blue portal.

My awakening ability, which I will not be able to use for many times now.

A portal with a powerful force guided us to the party venue like a pumpkin carriage.

***

The dimensional station was still under construction.

However, the square centered around the mirror was relatively complete.

It was a place that anyone could enter at any time through my portals installed throughout the multidimensional world.

“Mr. Jeonggyeom!”

The Manong tribe, including Solen, welcomed us warmly.

Dozens of parasols were set up in the plaza centered around the 'supermarket', and Videl and Manon tribesmen, dressed in tuxedo uniforms, worked as clerks.

It's like a reward for providing a place to stay or something.

“Yes, five hundred and five glasses······. Red lid, three pollacks······. Understood.”

The ordered Videl tribe nodded their heads, shaking their weasel whiskers.

Then he returned to the counter, twirling a silver platter with a floral pattern, took a large beer mug out of the fridge, and filled it with cold beer, overflowing with foam.

Another one served golden-grilled pollack.

The white weasel's whiskers were charred and curled, perhaps from roasting pollack.

I even snatched a few pieces of the dried pollack that was being served and ate them, but that was okay. It was cute.

“Wet it!”

Choaack!

Drinking parties took place at every table.

The dwarves drank the cold beer like water, and the knights of Camelot elegantly poured wine and champagne.

The elves and druids took out large clear plastic containers and drank from them a special World Tree brew made with a lot of dried leaves.

“Hehehe······.”

Daichi was already lying on the grass, probably drunk.

The Manong tribe, who sleep soundly, filling their sides.

Above the lawn, a huge world tree stood tall, and the natural power of the world tree slowly helped to relieve the hangovers of those lying on the grass.

Even if you drink a lot of soju, you will feel fine after sleeping for an hour or so.

'Everything is going according to plan.'

It is a supermarket designed as a kind of 'home-brewery'.

An open square where people of all ages can visit and mingle.

If a logistics center is a place where all things in the world gather, then if you turn that upside down, it would become a plaza where all the people in the world gather.

It's also good for Pax.

People and things flocking in from all over the multidimensional world will all give Pax new experiences.

'It's not like I had no worries at all······.'

There were also many who worried about the misuse of 'supermarkets', like the princess.

Because there may be people who try to use the market for disrespectful purposes.

In fact, there were occasional such cases, but thanks to Pax's response, there was no need to worry.

Lancelot, who approached me with his long coat fluttering, reported to me what had happened.

“We have arrested the group that was trying to store weapons. We plan to assign them to the camp where the higher-level leaders are located and incarcerate them.”

“You bounced it off again this time?”

“It was a firearm······. He sucked it up and then broke the barrel and returned it to me. He caught the guys who had been hit and passed out.”

A transaction at a supermarket can be seen as a 'conversation' with Pax.

If you just thrust a gun in there, you're bound to get hit.

As I was sitting at an empty table, the princess approached me with a cheerful expression on her face.

“Mr. Jeong-gyeom, look at this! Pax sent it to me!”

A large piece of Korean beef sirloin was placed in the bowl.

Pax had prepared a special dish to suit her taste, and as expected, the meat was soaked in bright red blood.

'You little punk, you're so meticulous.'

The distinctive robotic voice is no longer heard.

But Pax would accept people's things and express his response or goodwill by shipping them out like this.

People would come to the square to show Pax whatever new items they had found, and Pax would celebrate their interesting discoveries and return the items they had received double or triple in value.

The logistics center has become a museum that connects the past, present, and future.

It was Pax's own will, not an order from me or anyone else.

Because 'dealing' was the only means of communication Pax had with people.

Hahahaha!

A raucous laughter is heard.

Looking at the square filled with people, I recalled old memories.

Memories of being left alone in an empty logistics center.

'It may not have changed much, but······.'

The logistics center is still empty, but Pax won't be lonely.

For the foreseeable future, a bustling square will surround him.

I took out the item Pax had given me two weeks ago.

Tiring!

The phone rang.

The smartphone that Pax gave me.

There was a message floating there that felt somehow familiar.

[Why are you so late?]

“Sorry, I had to go to school.”

This kid feels lonely even though there are so many people around.

There is no other way than to comfort the empty heart.