The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 88

#Episode 88. Disobedience

“What are you doing?”

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly darkened at the monarch’s scolding.

No one was able to open their mouths or look the monarch in the eye.

Zion was sitting on a chair, resting his chin on his hand.

His gaze was fixed on the executives, and his face showed his displeasure.

His clothes were covered in mud.

The monarch had been building the wall with the workers.

His voice became heavy as he spoke to the executives.

“… … Even at this very moment, the people of Man-gyeong are working hard, shedding blood and sweat in preparation for war. Children and old men with white hair are working 14 hours a day. Now, a 15-year-old child is working through the night deep in enemy territory. Why? To save all of us. Also, because we trust your abilities. We believe that if we do as we are told, we will win the war. Everyone in the force is working with that mindset.”

In preparation for war, workers had been working 14 hours of intense labor a day for a month.

But these workers’ representatives are here wasting days of time arguing meaningless things.

At this Zion was angry.

I couldn’t help but be angry.

“But you guys? You sit here comfortably and the most you can do is badmouth and fight each other? Is this the National Assembly? So. You badmouth and fight, and have you come to a conclusion?”

No one could answer.

“You were not put in that position to make it easier for yourself or to stand out. You are serving the greater good. So don’t be arrogant.”

The executives flinched at Zion’s words telling them not to act so proudly.

It was scary.

There may be fear of the ‘decree’ that Kang Shi-on possesses, but more than anything, I was terrified by the majesty that he possessed.

The monarch’s accent, speech, and behavior.

All of this made the executives sweat profusely.

“Did I… … overestimate you all?”

The king’s words were heartbreaking and hurtful to the subordinates who heard them.

First of all, to Choi Myeong-jun.

“I… …brother!”

Bam-!

Choi Myeong-jun jumped up from his seat.

I tried to bow my head to Zion and apologize.

But at that moment, Choi Myeong-jun shivered at the eerie feeling he felt momentarily.

“Who wants to wake up?”

A tremendous killing force emanated from Zion.

It was not the kind of murderous intent that could be felt from a human being.

A mouse in front of a cat.

No, right now Choi Myeong-jun was a rat in front of a tiger.

Choi Myeong-jun once again felt that he was infinitely smaller than his older brother.

There was something different about Kang Shi-on.

A being that transcends humans.

I felt with my whole body that it was more than that.

What on earth is Kang Shion in the league?

Could it be that the system itself is helping him?

There is nothing that can be known.

Choi Myeong-jun has never been afraid of others in his entire life.

But from the first time I saw you in the police station detention center until now.

Kang Shi-on consistently displayed overwhelming majesty.

Swish-.

Choi Myeong-jun tensed up at the king’s scolding and then sat down quietly again.

Kang Shi-on spoke again.

“Chief of Order.”

“… … Please speak.”

“Starting today, all executives will be working every other day. Make a plan and report to me today.”

“… … I will accept it.”

The workers continue to work even though they die while drawing water, are brutally eaten by monsters, and have their little fingers frozen to frostbite.

Among those who died, the youngest was 13 years old and the oldest was 72.

The thing that Zion emphasizes most within its power is labor.

Everyone was equal before the labor prescribed by the monarch.

Zion gave them power so that they could perform their work more efficiently.

Just today, Zion was on her way back from seeing the body of an unknown man who had fallen to his death while building a wall with his car.

In this day and age, safety equipment at construction sites was bound to be poor, so deaths like this were inevitable.

When Zion returned to the palace after dealing with the matter himself, he heard the executives’ agitated voices shouting at each other.

“Until I give the order to return, no one is to leave the work area. That’s it.”

Bam-!

After saying those words, Zion stood up from his seat.

As he left the conference room, no executive dared to open his mouth.

They were acutely aware of their mistake.

But being aware of this does not change the monarch’s decision.

Their attitude had angered Zion, and now they were paying the price.

The executives were then deployed to work alongside the workers.

They followed their monarch’s orders without a shred of complaint.

Even Jin Jae-hee.

* * *

Whenever I want to think, I always go up to the roof of the police station.

From here, you can see all the streets and people of Man-gyeong.

I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city.

Power is sweet.

Those in power tend to act as if they are something.

I wanted to curb the executives’ lust for power.

The fact that they were scolded so harshly was all a means to suppress their lust for power.

Before the war broke out, if there was discord among them, it would inevitably lead to catastrophe.

It was also intended to reduce the gap between workers and executives.

Just because they are workers doesn’t mean they don’t have complaints about their managers.

Being an executive doesn’t make you any different from being a worker.

It was simply a matter of putting people with specialized knowledge in higher positions to spur the development of power.

But now that executives are directly involved in the workplace, workers will also start to look at executives again.

There are only ten days left until the war.

War is a contest of all the powers that the forces have.

Labor force, productivity, fighting power, economy, politics, relationships, population, everything.

I will unite my forces and subdue the enemy.

To do this, internal cohesion had to be achieved.

During that time, Park Ji-soo was by no means an easy opponent.

It will be far more powerful than any enemy we have ever faced.

Kim Dong-gil, Park Geon-woo, etc.

I have no intention of delaying, knowing that it won’t be easy.

There are now ten days until the expiration of the non-aggression.

In other words, there are only ten days left until the war.

On the day the treaty expires, their vast army will surge into this place.

Now, the executives, led by Jin Jae-hee and Choi Myeong-jun, were leaving the police station with pickaxes and shovels to get to work.

I looked down at them and suddenly looked at the palms of my hands that were supporting the railing.

“… … .”

His wounded and torn hands were shaking slightly.

I held my trembling right hand tightly with my left.

‘Just a little, just a little. Hold on… … Hold on.’

You’ve prepared well so far, so just hold on a little longer.

It’s all for my younger brother Junho.

* * *

Yoon-ha, who was conducting reconnaissance, was observing the enemy forces while licking a chocolate bar.

The operation has been ongoing for over a week.

Although lonely, cold, and anxious, Yun-ha volunteered for this difficult task for the sake of her monarch.

‘… … The enemy’s cavalry numbered 4,501. The simple infantry also numbered 12,010. Wait. What is that?’

A bizarre weapon that instantly captures your attention.

Clink-.

Ha Yoon-ha swallowed hard when faced with that.

It was truly a groundbreaking weapon.

During this time, warriors created a new ‘apocalypse tank’ using city buses.

The floor of the city bus has been completely removed, but the four wheels are still on.

Instead, thick wood or steel bars were inserted into the windows on both sides of the city bus so that it could be pulled by holding onto it.

So, the structure is such that when the warriors inside push the wood and steel bars, the bus moves forward.

In addition, spears and shields were installed in the remaining front, side, and back windows to prevent the enemy from approaching. In addition, their long-range weapons were installed on the roof of the bus.

Its appearance was just like a turtle ship.

Bus tram.

It was a war invention by the monarch of the time, Park Ji-su.

‘… … That, that’s really… … !’

Although it was very shocking, Yoon-ha remembered the information about the bus and tram without fail.

This was key information.

This was the first time I heard about this bus tram.

The player will have no problem, but it will be difficult for the regular soldiers of Man-gyeong to take down that bus tank.

It was just like the British tanks that appeared in front of the German army during World War I.

In order to formulate a strategy for that ‘apocalypse tank’, information had to be relayed to Man-gyeong as quickly as possible.

Yoon-ha wrote it all down on paper.

With a chocolate bar in his mouth.

And then he showed the paper to the escorts who were talking right behind him and said.

“this.”

Yoon-ha realized that she had a chocolate bar in her mouth, so she took it out with her hand and continued speaking.

“This! Send it to your Majesty quickly!”

“Puhaha- Ah, so that’s when… … Huh? What, already?”

Two C-class players.

The two were mercenaries of Zion hired by Madame Bisan.

And now he was in charge of Ha Yoon-ha’s escort.

Ha Yoon-ha shouted again in a somewhat agitated voice.

“Excuse me! Please give me this really quickly. It’s vital information!”

“Okay, okay. I understand. Give it to me.”

This is how Ha Yoon-ha always relayed information to Man-gyeong.

Ha Yoon-ha was here 24 hours a day, and one of her escorts relayed information to Man-gyeong.

“Can we leave now?”

“Yes… … Please, sir.”

“… … Sir. I’m twenty-five now.”

“Ha, anyway, go quickly. This is really important.”

“Ah, ah- I understand. I’ll be back. Take good care of our VIP.”

“Oh. Okay.”

One escort remained here while the other departed for Man-gyeong again to deliver the message.

C-class players are strong.

They were benefiting from the system to a degree that could not even be compared to ordinary people.

The two C-rank players who were assigned to Yoon-ha right away were the most powerful players that Zion had recently recruited.

Zion took this measure because he was worried about Yoon-ha, who was gathering information alone.

But even those C-class players were bound to have some opponents they couldn’t deal with.

“Give it here.”

“Here it is.”

“uh-…….”

Thud-.

It was the moment when the C-class player held Ha Yoon-ha’s letter in his hands.

Slurp… …

His face was cut into checkerboard shapes and fell to the floor with a thud.

The player’s decapitated body stood there like a statue.

“… … .”

Ha Yoon-ha became lost in thought before the player’s death.

There was no sound whatsoever.

Perfect assassination.

And then it started to show.

Something in the bloody air.

“… … Found it-. The little rat. Hehe.”

Something transparent gradually began to take shape.

He licked his sashimi knife, flicking his long tongue.

The long-haired player licked his bloody lips.

And then he looked at Ha Yoon-ha and said.

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for-?”

“… … .”

“Really- You have to think about fighting fairly. If you keep extracting information like this-. I-. Will I be sad-? Aren’t you sad-?”

“… … .”

Ha Yoon-ha’s two arms began to tremble.

Both legs began to shake.

C-class players died at once.

The long-haired player standing in front of you had the ‘transparent’ skill.

“Hey, hey. You son of a bitch!”

At that moment, the remaining C-class players behind him rushed towards the long-haired man.

The long-haired man straightened his back and looked at the C-class player rushing toward him.

Then he chuckled.

“Idiot-. I-. Sure? Didn’t I say ‘we’-?”

“… … !”

The C-class player, who was startled by the voice, stopped rushing forward.

But the moment I realized it, it was already too late.

“If you’re stupid-. You should die-. Puhehe… … !”

Phew!

At that moment, a giant red spear pierced the heart of a C-class player.

The hand of the C-class player, who had not dared to swing it, stopped in mid-air.

“Keuk… … Ugh… … !”

Thud!

All players hired by Zion ended up dying easily.

Even though they were two of the strongest players hired.

Ha Yoon-ha’s pupils shook wildly.

She slowly turned her eyes to where the red spear had come from.

There was a man with a heavy body, his mouth wide open.

The red spear was none other than the ‘tongue’.

“… … .”

Ha Yoon-ha remained silent.

I couldn’t say anything.

What the girl was most worried about right now wasn’t her own life.

It was information about the bus trolley that was not relayed to Chama Zion.

“Let’s go together, kid. My brothers will play with you. The first game is… Hehehe… Toenail pulling, huh?”

The long-haired man had long fingernails, and he continued speaking by folding each of his fingers.

“The second one is-. Dalgona Game! Dalgona Game-. You mark every corner of your body with a red-hot iron mallet-. And-. While cutting the flesh with a knife-. Let’s draw lots of pretty patterns, huh? Hehe. Oppa- I graduated from art school-. So-. I’ll draw it nicely.”

“… … .”

“And the third one is-. Eeeeeeeum… … Yeah, yeah. Let’s play a historical drama-. Turn on the lights! This is- you know. Hehe.”

Thud-!

The long-haired man said while holding Yoon-ha’s two arms. He looked into her eyes.

“How about it-? Until you hand over the information of Man-kyung to us-. Our play… … will continue. Puhhhhh… …!”

It was a wicked and evil laugh.

(Continued in the next episode)