Hunter of the Perished World

"Let's rest here today. Looks like the headlights are broken, too."

The sun was setting, and the armored car was damaged, making night vision difficult.

"You can switch to night vision mode. You don't have to worry about that."

Ramfil's eyes contained numerous optics, including infrared fluoroscopy and night vision technology. There's no need to be wary of the dark.

"I know that, but at night the sound spreads widely. Maybe you'll get in trouble."

"Hmm, you're right."

In Gene's suggestion, he parks the armored car in a safe place and turns off the ignition.

"Ugh..."

Leona loosens her seat belt and falls flat on the floor of the armored car.

"The ground is just... It's buzzing..."

Leaving her alone, Gin and Ramfil make their way out of the armored car. Ramfil moves diligently even though Jin didn't ask him to. He picks a bunch of cuttings and sets them on fire.

"……."

It's not hard to start a fire with a chip. Burning the chip produces a blue, dark flame, low luminescence, but hot and smokeless. However, Gin is not the preferred way to burn chips as fuel in that it is inefficient and consumes blood-like chips.

Therefore, if Jean can, she prefers to burn the branches. Some branches burn without smoke and have good firepower.

However, all the shredded branches that Ramfil scratched were sticky branches that did not smoke.

Gin wanted even the scrapers that she didn't ask to be burned and scratched to start a fire. After lighting a fire, Ramfil pulls the cookware out of his battalion and produces a bulkhead countertop. Ramfil looks at Gin and asks.

"I'll prepare a meal...."

"Oh, I have potatoes and stuff. You can use them if you need them."

I thought I could put some salt in it and boil some potato soup, and if Ramfil has some jerky, I could make some meat potato soup. But Ramfil makes absolutely no sense.

"Three cans of cration should be enough, right? One kid should be enough."

"……"

Gene was speechless by Ramfil's words. Searation, what does that mean now?

It used to refer to U.S. military combat food, but now it refers to portable combat food carried by Wargrave Soldiers. Combat rations are naturally produced to contain ultra-high calories for combatants, and are naturally produced using the finest materials since they are Wargraves.

In other words, malnutrition is the best meal of the day in this era.

"Have you finished your Searation yet?"

"I ate it all."

Ramfil gestures at Gin, approaches the armored car, unlocks the compartment and opens it. And Gene, who saw it, had no choice but to open his mouth and freeze.

There was a lot of seating boxes.

"I got a lot of new ones."

"... It seemed like I chose somehow..." "

There was also a relatively healthy armored car, but Ramfil continued to start only one type of armored car to see what he disliked.

Gene noticed that Ramfil's obsession was a freight armored car with a cargo compartment. Now I can see why. Ramfil is looking for a freight armored car that transports combat food. Even choosing an armored car allowed Ramfil to secure a large quantity of combat food, considering long distance travel.

And the cargo compartment is full of seals with no empty space.

What an extraordinary combatant.

Gene was distracted by the boxes before his eyes.

Gene, who escaped from a happy groggy state, lays his rough hands on Ramfil's shoulder staring at himself.

"You are class A."

"?"

"I don't remember seeing a class A like this in my life."

Ramfil doesn't know what he's talking about, but he doesn't say anything because he looks so serious.

Ramfil's class A march hasn't stopped since.

Wargrave Searations are, of course, not necessary without heating. However, it was also good to eat hot, so of course it contained a heating agent, and in the end there was no need to boil water. But of course, all of the energy sources in this age are chips. Of course, chips are also used in heating agents.

Ramfil disassembled the heating agent pack and then separated the Chip dust from it. After separating all the chippers from the three simulations at least, a total of 6 chippers were collected.

Even the smallest amount of chips can be set on fire, but you don't have to waste them.

It is difficult to refine the chipperst into chips, but it can be used later as a catalyst or ignition agent. Can also be used as a bomb if it's urgent. Ramfil collected the dust and stored it in a container before placing it in his arms.

It was something only combatants in the field could do.

The main team, which was opened in a cold ocean can, began to boil in a rather large fuse.

Leona steps outside the armored car, gazing at Ramfil as she regains her senses. Of course, Leona's eyes were glittering to see if she wanted to eat something.

"What are you doing?"

"The sea rations are very salty if you just eat them. It's better to boil it thinly."

Ramfil's diet was a meatball stuffed in tomato paste, and it contained onions and potatoes, so it's no problem to boil it. While the pot was boiling, Ramfil took the pepper barrel out of the cargo hold and sprinkled the pepper, putting powder into it just by grabbing the corroded peanut bar lightly.

While Ramfil was cooking, Gin put the lemon powder in the water and gave it to Leona. Leona, however, looks at the mysterious yellow liquid and shows an oval.

"…… It's the color of urine? Can I eat it?"

"Don't ask for more."

Leona frowns after eating a lemon punch as if she were trying to trick you once.

"Ugh, shit!"

The unexpected response surprised Jean, and Leona opened her eyes wide.

"But it's fucking delicious! What the heck!"

Since the world was hard to watch, it was natural for Leona to feel sweet and almost terrified. Gene drinks a glass of juice with himself.

Gene didn't tell me what the Seeration was, he just fed it to Leona. It's easier to understand than to listen.

Biscuits with lemon punch followed by cheese sauce, dried raspberries, and pound cakes. Everything was new, but Leona felt the greatness of Wargrave in real time.

And all that amazement was maximized in the meatball stew that Ramfil handed out to him.

"Can I cry?"

In one word, Leona explained all her feelings. It was the first time I've ever tasted it, and Leona's lucky to be alive. 'I ate meatball stew while smoking.

I added water to make it less salty, pepper to catch it, and peanut powder to make it even more salty. Leona, who is not used to the salty and sweet taste, may taste strange, but thanks to Ramfil's cooking, she enjoyed it very much.

It's been a while since I've eaten any progress food, so I just didn't tell you, but I had a very pleasant meal.

"I'm not gonna die tomorrow, am I?"

According to Leona, Gene pointed to a cargo hold, and she was even more anxious that she might actually die tomorrow when she saw the full seal box.

After finishing eating, Ramfil boiled the dishes in fermented water, wiped them with dry cloth, and cleaned them up.

"Do you always eat combat food like this? I don't think I'm in the mood for this kind of annoying behavior."

In Gene's view, Ramfil is not a caring type at all. I asked because I can't believe I cooked for Leona's taste. In Gene's question, Ramfil nods.

"I always try to make the best choice."

Not just in battle, but in everyday life. I can eat better, but I have no reason not to.

"It's not that hard."

I don't care if I do this, but if my companions prefer it more, there's no reason not to.

Surprisingly, Jean felt strange again because she could also say this. I thought he was as weird as Leona, but Ramfil was different. Leona may be strange, but her insides are clear, and Ramfil is completely unpredictable.

"I don't know if Ramfil's good or weird."

According to Leona, Ramfil did his job quietly, as if he didn't know.

Ramfil is a perfectionist in a way, and in a way, a clitoris.

But now, Ramfil's clitoris helps Gin and Leona.

Maybe being a freak isn't the only bad thing. Gene helps clean up Ramfil's mess, and Leonardo gathers the rubbish together and burns it to the ground.

The lodging that night was lined with mofo on the armored car transport car. Except for the door, it was very good because it was covered everywhere, and even though the night dew could avoid the wind.

The night was wet.

"Can't you sleep with the air conditioning on?"

Anyone who lives without air conditioning will never forget the taste of air conditioning.

"If your temperature drops and you want to die, do it."

Of course, even though the horror won't bring death, Leona shuts up to see if she really believed Jean's jokes. Ramfil was watching Gene and Leona whimpering in the driver's seat before going to sleep.

Ramfil ponders, but there is no answer.

Why does the Demon Hunter carry a child around?

No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't seem like the best choice. The child is a nuisance, and in fact, Leona is just chattering and doesn't seem to be helping on the journey.

If it were you, your helpless colleague would have left early.

And as soon as he thought about it, he reflectively thought about himself.

Did your colleague help you?

There was never a moment like that. He is just a colleague, and as an order, he has only formed squads, squads and squads and acted together. Lamfil's co-consciousness has always been somewhat reluctant. He fought countless battles with his helpless comrades and tried to save a little more from the limbs.

It didn't help that I didn't want to go or think it was okay to die.

Ramfil admits that the idea he just had was a total error. I didn't live that way myself, but being a demon-hunter doesn't mean I don't have a helpless companion.

He battles with his helpless comrades because of his command and affiliation.

Gene has no command, but he must have his reasons.

There are still too many things in the world that I don't understand. Instead of Gene's relationship with Leona, Ramfil realizes he doesn't even know himself.

"Oh, it's so hot. I want to turn on the air conditioning."

"You slept well last night."

"Priceless? That's a lot of talk."

Ramfil doesn't even know why he's doing it, but he's still listening to Jean and Leona squawking in a low voice.

'Not bad.'

The moments of struggle to protect those who were not competent were not bad, even if they were inefficient to look back on. I didn't weep to see my dead comrades, but I didn't feel bad seeing my surviving comrades.

And Jean and Leona, in a way, the intimate chatter.

It didn't look bad.

The next morning.

Obviously.

"I'm going to die..."

Leona is returning to camp with a rotting look on her hands. Leona grumbles, spewing her aimless swearing, and bites her lip before she returns to where Gin and Lamfil are.

"Ugh... Son of a bitch..."

Leona rushes into the bush, barely in tears.

Since I ate a large amount of fatty matter, monosaccharides, and processed carbohydrates yesterday in a diet focused on unprocessed carbohydrates and proteins, it's probably natural for me to lose weight.

"I guess I'm confused."

Jean looks at Leona, who is overwhelmed, as if she were having fun.

“Isn't this a serious problem? ”

“Well…. Yeah, but it's funny. ”

Ramfil asks if it's right to worry about Jean's reaction, but Jean shrugs.

“The one who ate the raw meat and was fine after eating the seared meat. ”

To put it bluntly, I can't get used to eating healthy combat foods and getting fat. Although I ate only the parts where Gin and Leona are allowed to eat, it's funny. Leona returns to the slaughter and opens her axe's eyes with a joyful look on her face.

“Do you have a smile on your face, demon? … Hmm?”

Of course, the Devil was Leona, not Gin, so Leona scratched her head, speaking of which.