The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 90

#Episode 90. Resolution (2)

Phew-!

Zion was quietly digging the ground when suddenly he was startled.

Because I was overcome by an unknown sense of anxiety.

“what’s the matter?”

The person who felt the change in his mind the fastest was Jin Jae-hee.

Jin Jae-hee approached Zion with a shovel stuck in the dirt.

Zion also remained silent, burying his shovel in the dirt.

“Are you okay? Why don’t you rest for a bit?”

Jin Jae-hee spoke as if he was worried, but Zion couldn’t do that.

Because the war is only two days away.

‘… … I can’t rest. I can’t rest.’

Zion wiped the beads of sweat off his face and picked up the shovel again.

Now, at noon, the temperature rose above zero, and I was sweating profusely.

Zion dug up some dirt with a shovel and threw it between the cars.

Every time I ploughed the dirt, I was reminded of my old days working as a day laborer.

On a day like this, when the strong sunlight was shining down, when the spring breeze was lingering in the air,

Zion worked all day at the construction site with a cart and shovel.

The difference now is that back then they were building new villas, while now they are building an even bigger car wall.

While the ogres piled the cars one on top of the other, the humans were in charge of securing them.

It would have been easy if the cars could have been welded together, but they didn’t have that much power.

Instead, the space between the cars was filled with dirt.

Covering the entire wall with dirt required a lot of labor and time.

Therefore, labor was concentrated on the ‘Dongmun’ and ‘Nammun’ which had to be strong.

The east gate faced Bisan, and the south gate faced the three forces.

-Kuuuuu… … .

The ogre slowly built up the materials that the people had gathered, as if he were building a sand castle.

In the past, many ogres were used for the work, but now only one ogre force was available.

The rest were all ready for battle.

“Ugh, ugh, phew, F**k!”

The surroundings were noisy.

On the other side, Choi Myeong-jun was digging the ground with a shovel.

In addition, the executives who were put to work by Zion helped the workers build the wall.

“This fu*king shovelling. My back hurts like crazy. Ah-.”

Most men would learn how to dig in the military, but Choi Myeong-jun did not go to the military.

He was exempted from sentence because he had only been in prison for three years.

On the other hand, Zion never served in the military, but he was good at one thing.

Hard labor that has been going on for hours already.

Silently digging and carrying a shovel.

Zion, as always, did his best in the task given to him.

The monarch builds a wall together with ordinary workers.

In that respect, Zion became an example to other workers.

“Goodbye, Your Majesty. Please rest for a bit.”

“Your Majesty, please wrap a towel around yourself.”

“Your Majesty, please rest for a moment.”

He did his best, to the point where people around him were worried.

The one who was most worried about no one else was Jin Jae-hee.

Several days had passed since the incident with the monarch’s decree, but Zion had not let up on his work.

There was going to be a huge war soon, and they had to work hard for hours every day.

However, all of Zion’s actions were carried out under thorough planning.

Politics is a show.

Some may say that showmanship is bad, but in politics, everything has to be showmanship.

The actions and words of the monarch had a profound influence on the members of his power.

When the monarch of one faction shows this kind of performance in everyone’s workshop, the effect can be powerful.

At that moment, distribution workers arrived, pulling distribution carts from the street.

The orderly shouted at the workers.

“Let’s start distributing!”

Today’s alumni dinner was a special meal.

When Man-gyeong took over the elementary school, he obtained hundreds of ‘plates’, which made meal distribution smoother.

This is because, when distributing to a large number of people, it is convenient to have plates of a certain standard.

Three days before the war.

The chief of order brought in distribution carts and wagons and distributed the new food.

The Minister of Order was excluded from the ‘Monarch’s Decree’.

Because without her, the life of the force cannot turn around.

In a word, she is prime minister-level.

The reason why she was one level higher than the Minister of Labor was also for the same reason.

The basic nutrients that humans need to survive are carbohydrates, proteins, and fats. Water is also needed.

The most important order that Kang Shi-on gave her was to ensure that the residents’ daily lives were not disrupted.

In accordance with that order, the Chief of the Order Department appointed experts from each field, including the deputy chief, as managers to solve this problem.

From defecation to shower facilities, food and even the sleeping quarters of citizens.

There was no place in the ‘living area’ that the Chief of Order’s hands could not reach.

Today’s menu consisted of mashed wild vegetables, rat bones, deer meat, and soju.

Jongnamul is a plant that has been growing in various places in recent times.

The fruit, which looked like a bell and had a convex shape, hung on a stem, but its texture and color were similar to potatoes.

Rat bones were the soul food of the people of Man-gyeong, and deer meat and soju, the highest class luxury item, were today’s special dishes.

In general, the distribution of monsters varies depending on the habitat, but in Man-gyeong, four-horned deer, ogres, dragon snakes, and mice are especially well caught.

Large, well-cooked venison pieces were placed on the workers’ plates.

The workers’ reaction to the taste of protein and fat, which they had not experienced in a long time, was explosive.

Two days until war.

No, in fact, it would be safe to say that it had already begun.

Now, the warriors of the Dong-an region will start to move towards the border near Manan.

The reason Zion was so startled just now was perhaps because of his anxiety about the imminent death before his eyes.

A monarch facing a huge war could not help but feel a constant sense of inexplicable anxiety.

But I had to overcome it.

We had to win and unify Anyang.

Then I’ll meet my brother.

To do that, I had to use everyone here.

“Is everything going smoothly in Bisan-dong?”

Zion, holding a plate, asked the commanders without even picking up a spoon.

The commanders were also all working here, following Zion.

And the commander of the second corps said to Zion:

“Yes. I will report to the meeting this evening.”

The operation is going smoothly.

The overall operation was planned by Zion, and the detailed operations were carried out by the commanders.

Dark clouds were gathering.

It looks like there’s going to be a heavy rain.

* * *

During that time, the residents were a group united under the belief in ‘freedom’.

Park Ji-soo gave them the true meaning of ‘freedom’.

He united the previously oppressed lowest classes of society and established a system that would allow them to realize their desires.

Instead of declaring the end of the world, he proclaimed that a new era had arrived.

Beings who fight fiercely against foreign powers and try to protect their belief in ‘freedom’.

Those beings were warriors.

Park Ji-soo now dreams of a post-human existence by uniting them, training them, and honing their killing skills.

A post-human existence.

These are beings who enjoy true ‘freedom’.

Park Ji-soo’s warriors gathered in the bar street of Beomgye Station.

Park Ji-soo sat down at the central fountain in the center and looked back at them.

Unequal treaty with Uiwang.

An unequal treaty with Man-gyeong.

The power that dominated the first and second rounds has now fallen to rock bottom.

But not anymore.

Park Ji-soo will fight for her desires and freedom.

There is no longer any eternal evil or eternal justice.

Justice is something that can be changed at any time by the rulers who hold the world in their hands.

Today. Or tomorrow.

No, maybe a month later.

Park Ji-soo will take over Man-gyeong and rise as the sun of Anyang.

And it will be established as the only justice left in Anyang.

From power to nation, from nation to empire.

History will be rewritten by Park Ji-soo’s hands.

Rodeo Street near Beomgye Station, where rain is pouring down heavily.

Over 50,000 warriors gathered at the central fountain.

Their crowded appearance was a spectacular sight.

While the warriors were lining up the buildings, streets, and rooftops, they were looking at one woman.

Park Ji-soo, who was looking down at them from the center, shouted while getting hit by the heavy rain.

The warriors gathered here were also getting hit by the heavy rain.

Her voice overwhelmed all the warriors.

“We are gathered for true freedom and liberation. I cannot sit by and watch those who try to interfere with our desires. Can you leave them alone? They are nothing but puppies raised by the government’s dog, the police.”

Park Ji-soo’s voice overwhelmed everyone.

Like Zion, Park Ji-soo also had innate charisma.

Park Ji-soo walked between them.

Age, gender, occupation.

The gait of a monarch that overpowers everything.

Her footsteps were proud and confident under the heavy rain.

No one could stop Park Ji-soo’s steps.

She shouted again, completely soaked in rain.

“You are truly a puppy that does not know the fear of a tiger! In the past, we signed two unequal treaties. We lost Hogye through the treaty with Uiwang, and we lost Bisan through the treaty with Man-gyeong. Aren’t you ashamed in the face of this humiliation?”

Now she walked into the midst of the warriors.

Thousands of warriors were looking only at Park Ji-soo.

Park Ji-soo began to shout more confidently and powerfully in front of them.

“Take back what they took from us! Take everything away, and make them all your slaves! Humans! Are originally animals. The law of the jungle! It is natural for the strong to rule over the weak! You are strong. More than anyone! More than any human! That is why! You deserve to be free! In this damned world! Enjoy true freedom!”

She continued to scream and yell.

Park Ji-soo’s voice echoed through the rain-pitter-pattered Beomgye Station.

The rain was falling harder, and the warriors’ emotions were running high.

“Go! Trample them all down, make them your slaves. If you win this war, I will give you slaves! Those who try to suppress your desires are all demons. Killing demons is justice! Guilt? Shame? Pity? Throw it all away. The world has changed, and we can survive only if we can adapt to this changed world. And I guarantee it! We! Will definitely win!!!”

She suddenly took out a dagger from her bosom.

At the same time, he took off his black coat.

At that moment, Park Ji-soo held the blade to her temple.

And then the unbelievable happened.

Choaaaak-!

“… … ?!”

“!!!!”

“… … !!!”

Knock… knock… knock… .

She cut herself with a dagger from her temple to her cheek.

A red stream of blood ran down his cheek.

Even though blood was gushing out and half of his face was covered in blood.

Even though the blood washes away in the heavy rain, leaving grotesque marks on his face.

She smiled at the warriors.

He bared his teeth and smiled in front of his subordinates who followed him.

This was Park Ji-soo’s determination.

Respect can also come from fear.

The warriors felt fear and respect at the same time when they saw Park Ji-soo in such a state of madness.

Park Ji-su showed the monarch’s determination to win the war through self-harm.

During that time, King Park Ji-su was a leader selected by the system, just like Zion.

He was a perfect leader who knew what his subordinates were feeling and how to lead them.

And the monarch’s strong resolve was conveyed to all the warriors gathered here.

The moment when the blood flowing from Park Ji-soo’s temple fell to the floor and mixed with the rainwater.

The warriors holding weapons all shouted at Park Ji-su.

“Waaa …

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”

“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Roar.

Each and every warrior seemed like a wild beast.

They all cheered and cheered for Park Ji-soo’s performance.

Park Ji-soo looked around at them.

And I was sure.

That I could win.

That such a humiliating treaty would never be concluded again.

Swish-.

Park Ji-soo wiped the blood flowing down her cheek.

Holding the black coat she had taken off with her left hand, she slowly raised her right hand, which held the dagger.

The tip of the dagger seemed to point towards the space beyond, towards Manan-gu, in time with the roar of the warriors.

The rain fell in torrents, hitting her outstretched arms.

“… … Go and get it.”

There is now only one day left until war.

At her command, the first corps of the 24,000-man force began to advance.

The cavalry mounted on deer began to advance in formation.

The warriors, armed with weapons, began to advance with a murderous intent.

Buses, tanks and long-range attack aircraft also began to advance.

To make all the inhabitants of Man-gyeong into slaves.

(Continued in the next episode)