Haroon

Shuang! Shuang! Shuang! Shuang! Tsk!

Following the Rocket Particle Cannon attack, refined Particle Guns and Wave Guns burst into flames.

Ba-ba-ba-bat!

The soil floor that had been dried out by the hot heat was well lit up and the dust quickly rose. You hear the screams of your enemies in there.

"Aah!"

"Take the shot!"

Enemies obscured by translucent energy membranes have also fired particle guns.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

A distressed groan comes from both sides. They were hit by a grenade. You won't die from the shielding of your suit, but you will feel a great deal of pain.

Experts!

Ordinary people would have panicked, but in the meantime, when they saw that they were shooting accurately, they must have experienced people. It would have been a very difficult battle if it wasn't for mines and particle cannons.

"Should we go after him?"

"Go to the tomb Ari has pierced! We have to get to the secondary ambush first!"

"Yes, sir!"

You can't see the battle here. Regular personnel have not yet been able to face them one-on-one. The crew makes their way to Amro, but Harun remains and sees his enemies. You notice the wounded struggling as the dust settles, and the back of the enemies already running quite far away.

"You've survived a lot."

Despite a series of attacks, the number of those who survived and fled was roughly 200. Even though it was only 30 statements, we only dealt with 50 people with rocket launchers and particle guns, the greatest weapons of our time.

I can't believe you stopped a rocket launcher like this! '

I survived a lot more than I expected. This is all because of the energy barriers created around their bodies. Barriers that were shot in succession did not cope with the plasma particle beam of the rocket particle cannon, but many survived. Despite the broken expectations of damaging the world, Harun felt that they were the leaders of the world among cancer.

There's all kinds of weird weapons! '

It was a state-of-the-art defense weapon that created an instantaneous barrier to block plasma particles. I think it would be very exciting to bring it to Saw. But he survived, not without harm. The new stature of the moving enemies stumbled upon the command of the commander's retreat. There, all the energy barriers that had kept them safe had disappeared.

"Be vigilant! Hurry!"

Jericho is concerned about further attacks on the storm base.

Is that good enough for you? '

Jericho is relieved that the ambush he expected was not so fatal. Although it may have taken the other power apart from the particle cannons to be too weak, it was reassured that the presence of the enemy did not exceed his expectations.

'Dammit! I never thought a day like this would come when the world's alcohol flyers would run so miserably.'

It is fortunate that at least a third of the team left with state-of-the-art suits. The energy barrier function embedded in the state-of-the-art suit effectively prevents the particle packaging and granule guns applied by the enemies.

'I wish the energy barrier could've been up and running a little longer.'

The operating time of the personal energy barrier operated using nuclear electrons was limited by 5 minutes. As a result of their recent development, they only received a third of the payment.

"Queek! I'll be ready to smash you to bits next time!" '

Jericho's eyes gleam brightly as he gazes at shrub forests and ambush points that are far away while retreating. As soon as the trailing lead finally passes through the secondary minefield, Harun's order reaches the secondary ambush point and falls on the squad waiting.

"Blow up the last target as soon as it hits the drop zone!"

Soon after Harun's orders are issued, the Tae-beom's call signs press the button on the remote control in unison.

Boom, boom, boom!

Along with the sound of the thunderclap, I soared into the sky. Along with the dirt, a group of alcoholics howls, their mournful screams. The crowded members of the Olkhor move to an unexploded area, but the eyes of the squadron waiting for it gleam brightly and press the button.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the explosion continued for a while. I wore a shock-absorbing suit, but the alcoholic members who continued to get hit by continuous explosions and particle bombs suffered deep internal injuries. After dozens of explosions, the bodies of those who vomited and collapsed were scattered in the bloodshed, but some of them moved in a crooked gesture. The number was suddenly counting the bag.

I'll end you! '

"Attack!"

Harun's cold voice echoes through the crew's communicator. At the same time as giving the order, Harun sprints to the enemies more than a kilometer away, spreading a messenger fast. At the same time, the crew jumps out of hiding and swings their weapons.

Pa!

Along with the suit, a member of Alcohol, deep cut to the flesh and bone, collapses in blood. Alcohol members who had suffered heavy internal injuries in a series of explosions and attacks and retreated in a panic were unable to adequately withstand the storm troops' surprise. Harun's smashing fist as the wind rushes into the battlefield and begins a brutal dance with a thunderstorm.

Shhh! Shhh!

On the day of the destruction, the young swordsman slashes the weapons and suits of his enemies in front of him. The deeply wounded members of the alcoholics were unable to move normally, let alone harness their weapons. Harun's goal is to see the talents. Despite the continuous shock, there were people who exerted superhuman powers. Harun's fast movers, like a wolf, rush past the sheep, and the dead middle-managers, who were cheering for his men, line up. There's no way Harun won't open his eyes to his enemies. Soon, some of them rushed toward Harun.

"Inoum!"

Harun flies his sword at himself and gives a cold smile to the rushing enemy.

Ta-ah!

Harun's body stretches like a rubber band with a messenger skill and rushes toward the enemy's arms before he even holds his posture.

"Huff!"

A fist pierces your heart as you dig through your chest without the opportunity to strike the raised sword. A sword that appeared to have grown more than a meter from the swordsmanship at once pierced the heart through the suit and ribs.

Bam!

As soon as the gaze met, Harun's body retreated a few meters back, beating his chest with his left hand.

Phew!

Despite being pierced through the heart by a burning sensation, the black sword that fell to the end struck the ground in vain. An alcoholic shear falls on its knees without knowing it, looking down at the heart.

Quack, quack!

A red hot blood rushes through the cracked hole. The life was rapidly fading from his eyes, looking up again.

"This is no ordinary opponent! We're in the wrong place! '

Though not two explosions and a series of artillery strikes, he and his companions may not have survived. He explodes to his innate potential, but is unable to face the rushing enemy. The opponent flies down four metres while his sword pulls up only 50 centimeters, stabbing himself in the heart and retreating. Harun moves like the wind among the enemies in extreme chaos and searches for a protégé who can use chi. His body expands with messenger skills so fast that the opposing Pokémon's fuselage vision can't keep up, and a young saber pierces and cuts through the opposing Pokémon before it reaches the opposing Pokémon's body. A figure appears in Harun's eyes as he roams through the enemy camp like that.

Perfect timing!

Despite two consecutive blasts and particle artillery attacks, he was giving orders to the confused crew with a growling voice as long as he was intact.

"Make progress! Move the wounded to the inside of the camp! The Tributes are in the way!"

As the beast's roaring command resounds, skilled enemies make a few strides. Despite the internal injuries, the commanders and commanders who explode and use swords block the front of the original, and the wounded hide behind them. Even in the wind, the swordsmen are ahead, but we can't break the march at a moment due to lack of practice. Some of the laggards search their backpacks for explosives. Those around him are quickly seeking rest because of the chief's orders.

You can't do that! '

I came here fearlessly, and now I must pay the price. That is Harun's law. Harun opens his coat and opens his Memory Belt.

Fabababad!

Shotgun!

Dozens of daggers and dancers flew in front of the camp to stop the squadron.

"Stop him!"

Whip it up!

Tatattan!

Along with the noisy metallic, most of the daggers and slanderers fell by those standing in the lead. But what Harun really wanted was behind it. It was the ten masters of the Sierran concussion, crouching before the Harun Merchant Guild.

"Aah!"

"There's more!"

The vanguard, who swiftly swings his sword to block the slasher, falls into the electric shock. At the moment of the impact, a tremendous current was conducted through the weapon holding it, and it was surprisingly bounced off and flew at an even faster speed. A tremendous amount of electricity has been delivered to the injured inside through the fallen.

Soon, the entire area was electrocuted by a seemingly catastrophic epileptic discharge. Those who were injured and bleeding couldn't afford to avoid the bodies of their fallen comrades electrocuted. Suddenly, progress was shattered. Harun had to recover his brain power with a severe headache. In addition to separating the consciousness into ten strands, the sequelae of sending too many epilepsy at once seemed to break my head.

"Come back!"

The brain metastases that swept through a certain range through the intention turned into a stream of blue water and returned to Harun's glabella.

"Hooray! I think I'm going to live!" '

The headache disappeared like a lie as soon as the cerebral metastases returned. It was a mistake because he failed to test how much of the precognitive epilepsy he had to use in reality.

'What? I think there's twice as many.'

Though it was an instant judgment, the amount of epilepsy that returned was at least twice as great as the amount that was released.

Did you absorb the microscopic currents that are running through the human body? '

Weak but fine current flows through the human body. In particular, the more developed neurons are, the stronger the biocurrent flows. The biocurrent and the nature of the epilepsy at the top of Harun were almost the same. Epilepsy has the property of attracting fine currents around it, as water flows from top to bottom. So, even though it was originally just natural energy, it was trained by Harun's will, but it did not scatter when it was emitted. Rather, it attracted the surrounding electricity. Harun, who had only been released from a severe headache, finally looked around with relief.

'Good job, guys.'

The crew was fighting well. Harun had eliminated the dangerous ones in advance, but some of them remained, and they were being dealt with by swordsmen, including large mountains and use. And while the rest of you are dealing with the regular crew, many enemies have fallen in the short run. At that time, the bodies of those who were electrocuted and died tremble.

"Oh!"

Harun bursts into elasticity. A person wearing a suit, presumed to be a platinum alloy, is having a hard time. The paint was peeled and the sheen of the platinum was revealed. There's no way to survive a tremendous electric shock unless it's a platinum alloy.

"Cough! Cough!"

A struggling man staggers, raising his goggle and coughing violently. The dark eyebrows and thin lips showed the face of a young man who looks very cruel. However, his gaze on Harun was wet with wonder and horror. The one who gave life to the cerebral glands. His eyes fluttered vigorously as he looked at the one emitting a frightening aura of condemning souls from his whole body. His instincts were speaking as soon as he saw Harun, though he had the genius to use a class-level machete not only in the game but in reality.

'This interest cannot be dealt with by my abilities.'

Just by looking at you, you are not practicing how to press yourself. At least a few times, the boundaries of death and life are crossed, and only the strong mind and pride of oneself can create this momentum. You approach to end Harun's last breath. He glances over the battlefield, barely visible to the standing man. There were many survivors in the explosion because of the suit. Most of them have severe internal injuries and are unable to carry out their duties properly. Jericho stares at Harun with a profound look on his face.

"Grrrgh! You've been thoroughly beaten. Who are you?"

"Harun!"

Harun also replied briefly, raising his goggles. Jericho's gaze suddenly intensifies in Harun's reply.

"I see."

He nods, stumbling upright.

"I am Jericho, Leaflet Master of Alcohol, Glory Gaia's Special Flyer."

"Jericho. Quite a young fella."

Even though he was about the same age, Harun thought he was young because he had lived for a long time because he was at least five or six years old.

"You dare attack this place without my permission. Was my warning that weak?"

Jericho's eyes are briefly filled with curiosity as he says warning, and then disappears.

"Hehe! Did you warn them? Dammit! Either the superiors ignored the warning or left me with an impossible mission despite that warning. Cough!"

Jericho's eyes, vomiting a lump of dark red blood with a violent cough since the internal injuries were severe, briefly turned to the battlefield. Then he shakes his head, looking desperate.

"You knew Blood Shadow was killed and followed orders without proper information. I'm crazy too!"

Jericho's eyes turn to Harun, whose intentions have disappeared.

"Will you accept it if I surrender? I'll do my best to cooperate with whatever you want."

I couldn't even fight properly and wanted to die like this, but I had to take the lives of my henchmen as the leader of an organization.

"Surrender..."

I never thought I'd surrender. Harun looks around the battlefield, checking that the number of enemies standing now is not twenty. He hesitates for a moment. There were a lot of wounded moaning on the floor. The killing seemed unnecessary. But I didn't want to accept the obvious that I would have done a lot of damage. Harun's hesitation is urgently added by Jericho, who read the tone.

"I will give you everything. My life, if you will."

Harun thinks the enemy's bowl is small for a hand held device. Is that how you read minds? Jerico grips his teeth.

"I'm not surrendering to live. There are those who must be spared."

"Great!"

Harun instructs his crew to stop the attack. As the men under his command retreat, a large number of those wielding their swords settle down. But there were those who did not.

"You bastards! Bring it on!"

Harun's eyes grew colder and more ferocious as those who acted out of frenzy and liveliness remained among them. Jericho was young to look at them.

"Take care of it!"

When Harun's command comes, the retreating crew rushes back to them. It is dangerous because they are madmen, but it will be a good opponent for the crew's practical experience.

"They're addicted to drugs and slaughter. I was going to choke with my bare hands someday. I don't know about them, but I want you to spare the lives of those who haven't committed any sins."

It sounds as if he's innocent, but for some reason, his words move Harun. No, I don't know if his urgent face moved Harun's mind.

"Not guilty?"

"Literally. They have not undergone the necessary brainwashing process when they become combatants, but have been trained in secret places and have been escorted out to the world. Poor brothers who have been raised like animals and have barely seen the world for their entire lives."

Harun's eyebrows twitch with the words "brothers." It turned out that Jericho was also a freshly grown man. I didn't ask, but I was sure he was a pseudophakic lens.

"A pseudophakic lens?"

Jerico's eyes widen and he nods, surprised by Harun's sudden question.

"Do you know any of these fellas, Forge, the Gallery?"

Jericho's mouth was blown open. Harun was now convinced that Jericho was a prosthetic lens. The lenses are strangely attracted to the same lenses. Although he is hungry for love, he does not accept the kindness given by others, but the same lenses have an intimacy that cannot be expressed in words.

"The gallery and the Forge are our gale mercenaries."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"… no. The Forge that lost all its henchmen is now....."

As Jericho was about to say something, Harun suddenly stopped thinking about what he was saying. Harun lowers his voice in Jericho's curious eyes.

"No wiretaps?"

"Ah! Yes! I don't know if I'm playing, but I'm not sure right now."

From what I can tell, Jericho also knew that his actions were monitored by the organization through capsules.

"There must be some people in trouble to survive."

Jericho's fingers point in many directions, recalling the expression of relief on Harun's words.

"Step back immediately!"

When Harun's command comes, the crew takes a hard swing at the opposing team's weapons and plunges back. At that moment, the guards of Harun fly away in succession, leaving a seedy balance.

"Hehe!"

"Knng!"

Despite stopping the attack, some of the men who were wet in frenzy and some of the men who collapsed and breathed violently fell trembling from the electric shocks that dug through the suit and helmet. That number was close to twenty.

"Come back!"

Jericho swallows his saliva as he looks astonishingly at Harun, who recovers from the electric shock. I am familiar with the mind-driving power of moving objects, but I have never heard of the ability to fly and recover a specific number of these brainstorms.

"Harun... Who the hell is the commander?"

It was a vague question, but Harun had a hunch.

"I accepted a flea and a gallery that had been forcibly abducted by GG as a lens and unfortunately survived. Half our men are from the lens."

"Ah!"

Elasticity burst out.

"Are you related to them?"

"Oh, no. They don't know me. I'm not known as a lens on the surface. But I always remember that it's a lens. I was always concerned because they were from pseudophakic lenses, although they were different unitemperature and the command system was embedded in different tissues."

Jericho, who answers, surrenders completely to Harun. Funnily enough, Harun opened his mind completely because he accepted a prosthetic lens like himself as a member.

"So they've turned to the gale mercenaries. But Forge is now....."

"I took my orders and infiltrated the dead bunker. Our hurricane will destroy the dead bunker, which is about to happen."

Jerico's face brightens. I could trust Harun's words because he also knew about the condition of the fish and the secret of the Dead Bunker.

"Commander!"

The men who approached him called out to him.

"Jerico, I'm going to have to check on the rest of the survivors that don't need to live."

"Yes, commander!"

Jericho immediately understood what Harun meant.

"Cut off the breath of the massive, useless, Jericho pointers!"

The two chieftains do not understand Harun's orders, but do not ask why. I'm just following Jericho. Their swords were filled with a nasty scent of blood that was hardened by the hot heat. There were 87 Alcohol members who survived. Many of them were unconscious due to internal injuries as well as serious injuries. All the alcoholics except Jericho put him to sleep. Harun clears the battlefield for trillions and uses his bike to bring them back to the storm base.

"This is where we live!"

Jericho is dead, either because he was disarmed or because he was taken prisoner in an unfamiliar place, but he can't keep his mouth shut while he watches the storm base. Although it was only the ground floor and the basement floor, the facility or the area was telling us how strong this place was. Harun lays his unconscious alcoholics one by one in the square on the ground floor. Jerico looked at them with such sad eyes.

Healers, including Hyeryun, began to treat the wounded. The researchers, including Saw, began to examine the naked suit's appearance. Harun was worried that they would be able to become base members without causing an accident. It was hard to completely trust them because of the internal aide that happened last time.

"Jerico, how many of these people are you sure you can trust?"

Jericho doesn't know why Harun asks these questions, but he speaks the truth.

"Sir, I'm sure 37 of these people can be trusted. Unlike other members chosen based on their combat experience and accomplishments, they are the brothers that I randomly accept with the power of unity."

"Who are they?"

Harun instructed the Tagassa brothers and sisters to take medicines for the members Jericho pointed to. Moving with internal injuries is not good for recovery and you should not see the future. Harun personally introduced Jericho to the storm base.

Jericho was greatly surprised at the facility at the storm base. We also learned that the site's management system is efficient and stable. While passing by, the members of the base looked very bright. Most of them were engaged in their work despite the recent big battles. I noticed at a glance that I am proud of myself and my work. Jerico felt something he had never felt before, so it was completely unfamiliar.

'There is strong energy and hope flowing throughout the base!'

It was Jericho who was most impressed. The liveliness and brightness of the entire base surrounds those who value their actions and dream, not living without hope every day. I also met the base members from the lens and briefly talked to them. Jericho had a brief conversation to help him feel what hope the brothers had found at the storm base. Jericho greets Jericho politely as he walks into the wardrobe and sits down.

"Thank you for your surrender, Commander!"

"Trust and accept."

"I am confident it will be a more valuable life than living as an experiment. I will not betray you."

"Do it."

Harun is not as worried about betrayal as he was before. Due to the internal betrayal that occurred during the Bloodshadow attack, Azman has developed a mental emotion program that effectively identifies the target's intentions, which he did not realize before. Harun heard his story from Jericho.

"I come from JA-One and was born as a lens. My parents came to me when I was six years old, living in a foster home treated like a bug, like my other lens brothers. After living with my parents for a while, I was sent to a special school by my parents who had been proven outstanding physical ability and had a considerable status at resource union. It was only later that I learned that it was run by Glory Gaia, and that at a young age like myself, there were children with special abilities in combat. These guys, unlike me who was lucky, were taken there by GG, forcibly. I learned combat skills and tactics there until I was 17 years old."

Jericho graduated early from special schools with outstanding sexuality and was part of a special battalion that deals with mutants, moving back and forth the barrier with recognition from the organization. Jericho was able to be recognized by the organization for a short period of time, with exceptional combat ability and exceptional ability in the game. It turned out that his parents were middle managers of Glory Gaia, who also had a deep family history in Union.

"Damn it! They're called parents, but I've only seen them three times. To them, my existence was just a tool that the organization needed. They would never have come to me if they didn't have the ability."

'Is it? Maybe so.'

Harun pauses for a moment. He thought that his parents had not looked for him until he reached the age of maturity.

"I realized that too late. I've always been a fool to expect my parents to visit me."

Poor guy. He'd have been longing for love the whole time since he had healthy parents who would have been disappointed if he didn't have anything to hope for. In a certain way, it was similar to Evelyn.

"No, it's different! '

Among the lenses Harun has met, there are a few qualities that abilities call characteristic. Not all of them are like that, but human beings have a very narrow range of emotions compared to human beings, but they crave love and do not accept it. In other words, the lenses do not feel the same affection in the same lenses through other beings. Even if their parents give them love, they cannot accept their love properly. In your case, too. I don't remember the details, but some of the foster parents he met tried to give him affection. But he refused. It felt like it wasn't real love.

'We are the poor.'

They are those who cannot give or accept love properly. although, in his case, it's a little bit different.

'No, I may not be able to escape that category.'

Belle was the first person he felt strong affection for. And only Ari and Azman succeed. If you think about it, I don't feel half the love for the other Humans except those three.

'It's very strange to feel affection for beings other than human beings.'

It turned out that he was also an extraordinary being.

"I was able to take on one when eight flyers were newly created in the organization, thanks to the publicity that I was born with and built in the meantime. Fortunately, I was in a position of strength, so I was able to get my friends who were about to graduate into my leaflets one by one and make them friendly. I knew the existence of the fish and the gallery at that time, but Union was different, so I couldn't use my strength properly."

I felt I could trust this much. Jerico reveals valuable information beyond his own story.

"GG, like HG, is centered on the convention of the supreme authority versus the Senate, and the management organization is connected to a sticky organization. I'm not sure about the elders, either, but some of them are guessing."

Harun learned a lot about GG and HG's organization based on Jericho's information and what he had previously heard from Ibelin. Their organization was truly a powerful central authority. The houses of the elders held almost all power and power, and were composed of clay, making it difficult for members of the organization to know each other if they belonged to different lines. Over the years, there has been little known about the House of the Elders. They were like ghosts.

"What should I and my friends do now?"

After nearly an hour of talking, Jericho asked me with a serious face.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to be a fan mercenary with my friends and live a new life here."

Harun won't deny it because it's like this. Although he doesn't have much practical experience yet, he and his friends' combat strength is no less than those of the gale mercenaries who have recently experienced. Jericho, who judged it that way, replied excitedly. His desire to live a new dream with his brothers in the new world was felt through his eyes, but Harun was thinking differently.

"Very well! I'll take that as a squad member. But Jerico, you and your friends need to get back to GG!"

"Yes?"

Looking straight into Jericho's eyes, surprised by his unexpected words, Harun brings out what he had in mind.

"Our hurricane intends to wipe out GG or HG from the world. We need advanced information to do that. As you know, GG's organization is extremely closed, making it difficult to obtain information. Unfortunately, you'll have to return to GG to let me know their movements in real time."

"Thank you for trusting me and accepting me as a gale mercenary. But if you go back to the headquarters, you will surely have some blame. Then....."

You don't know what kind of blame will fall upon you if you go back like this. Even if you are not punished by a parent who is the middle manager of the organization, you will find it difficult to obtain important information now. Jericho had always wanted to live a new life as a member of the fan base, with many brothers and sisters in the lens.

"If you report the situation properly, you won't receive any heavy reprimands. If you need a status, I'll help you build a ball."

A blast base that holds more than 100 particle blasters and has the ability to plant explosives in a wide range. They handled their attacks as easily as a child's arm, with enough intelligence and 1,000 special fighters to know what they were doing.

'Maybe.'

If the power of the blast site is revealed through video of a cam mounted on the helmet of some of the crew, it will be reprimanded, but will not fall to hell.

"I accept your decision. But the GG I know is more powerful than I ever imagined. Maybe HG is as strong as GG."

"Hehe! Harun and I at Beyond have been at war with two organizations for a long time to open up a new world. GG and HG will be torn apart at any moment by the hands of the blast mercenaries."

Harun's whole body reveals his resolve, and his conviction flows like a whirlwind.

"It's not about will, it's real! '

Jericho was confident that Harun's adamant words would make him so.

"Then what is the world you dream of?"

"In my dream world, there are no GGs or HGs or GPCs. I want a world made by those who dream and strive. Talented people are respected in that world, but they do not ignore those who are not. Those with power and power want to create a world that is respected and nurtured by the weak."

There was only one thing that came to Jericho's mind when he heard Harun's words.

"This guy is huge! '

Trying to change the whole world. I had a belief that a long established society would be turned upside down by Harun's beliefs and courage. This person has actually been dreaming and trying to transform an entire unreasonable society when he is uniquely small. Suddenly, a crowd of rays rises from Harun's body in front of him.

You're breaking my eyes! '

Jericho felt admired for the first time. The ferocious desire to dream of such a dream and walk the same path rose from the depths. The whole body trembled with trembling hands and uncontrollable apprehension.

"Jerico, I don't want to send you back to a stinking place, but I need information! I promise you one thing! I will certainly show you and your friends the new world."

Jericho was relieved. Harun will surely save himself and his brothers from GG. I don't know when, but that was enough.

"Yes, sir! As a squadron member, I will do everything in my power to create a new world."

At first, I felt disappointed, but I felt proud that I and my friends had a great use in opening up Harun's dream and a new world that had become his dream. Harun sends his men back to the battlefield to heal internal injuries and traumas so they don't die.

"They will wake up soon. Tell only those of your brothers who think they can be trusted."

After saying that, Harun gave Jericho a pouch of capsules carried by a wormy cyborg.

"This is a micro-organismic worm cyborg that binds the central nervous system immediately upon ingestion. This allows us to see, hear, and think about what the target is doing at our base. Parties may be aware of unknown information or hazards or, worst of all, they may kill a subject by releasing toxic substances while detonating by issuing a suicide order at the site. Worm type cyborgs emit certain kinds of vibrations on a regular basis, so you can see if they are base members or scouts wherever you meet them. We can also do EEG communications. I want to accept it as a fan family, but if you have any doubts or important positions, feed them."

Jericho wanted to create Harun and a new world of his own within GG. Worm type cyborgs were given for that reason.

"That's a curious thing."

Jericho, who was looking around at the capsule, swallowed it for a moment.

Gulp!

"What are you doing!"

"I'll be supervised and protected at the base first. That way, you can trust me and my brothers, too, right? It's great that you don't have to develop this inadequate ability to communicate with Chief of Staff."

"Huh! Oops!"

Harun lets loose a thin string of suspicion as the capsule passes over Jericho's neck. In fact, I was not completely trusting my decision to accept as a family member through a few hours of conversation.

"Haha!"

Jericho's return was miserable, but Harun's heart was filled with new hope. Did he do something too big before he became a leader? Harun returns to the base to clear up some loose ends and returns to Beyond with some unexpected news from Bell.

- Jonathan!

- What's going on?

- I have something urgent to tell you.

- What is it?

- What we agreed to do at the Dead Bunker has been delayed indefinitely.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Flight's brother has reported that he has increased vigilance and increased access to research facilities.

- So GG's men who went there moved in?

That's too bad. It's impossible to deal with people scattered around the world at this time by storm base or by their own capabilities.

Azman's picking up vibrations in real time, but there's no sign of movement.

- Well, then you must have been surprised by the explosion.

- Maybe.

I didn't anticipate it, but I understood that they made that decision. Their brains must have felt a serious threat to the series explosion at Dead Bunker and the most unfortunate Union. But it won't take long. The leaders of GG gathered there will not be able to stay there forever.

- That's good for us.

- Yes, brother. We bought ourselves some valuable time.

I'm so glad to think about it. We have not yet decided how to use them.

- We haven't figured out how to deal with the barrier generators that Alcoholic shepherds have, which is great.

And you're right. If they have those weapons, the operation they've been planning so far will be difficult. Maybe they have weapons that can build an energy barrier around a facility. If there is such a thing in the dead bunker, we need to revise our strategy.

- Think about it for three.

- Okay, maybe there's an answer in Cheol's research journal. And take care, brother. I'll be in touch.

When Harun heard that the operation had been postponed, he was able to let down his heavy heart for a moment. Beyond had too much to do.

'How did we lose so much room?'

I sigh. I don't know why I live so carelessly while others enjoy playing this game with virtual reality. In this case, I want to forget about GG and everything and just pretend not to know and leave Beyond. I also wanted to have a good time with the base brothers and sisters while staying at the storm base.

"But…"

Harun is an atheist, but he can clearly feel his calling. Humans are human because they constantly strive for higher ideals. No life is meaningless. A life without ideals or goals would be meaningful to me. Every life has meaning no matter what it looks like.

'What matters is how much you value your life.'

It is worthwhile to think that the living self is meaningful in any life. On the contrary, no matter how glamorous or wonderful a life may be, it is worthless if you think you are meaningless. Quality of life varies depending on who judges the value. Harun has already set a purpose for his life and is living intensely for it.

'That's it.'

It is a question of whether or not the above has been achieved. It is important that we strive for ideals. Harun thought so. The world judges the outcome, but the individual process is important.