Hunter of the Perished World

The journey to the north of the Malay Peninsula was expected to reach southern Thailand by more than a thousand kilometers of junk wagons. If you arrive quickly, it will take three days or six days if you are late.

The Huntmaster has already warned me that the main node in the North, Runlan, must be guarded. Most of the men are setting up defensive lines there, where there are numerous supplies, as well as all the hunting operations in the north.

‘Destruction of the site will result in devastating damage to the congregation as well as the supplies for war. ’

The Huntmaster had ordered the north to build a rubbish wall on the ramparts as quickly as possible, and had assembled all nearby temples and missionaries to plan a node defense.

That's why Jin is now the main mission of defending the Archery Hunting Node in the North.

Gene hates almost everything about Junk Wagon, but he can't deny the maneuverability of Junk Wagon. However, Gene, who was a safety first, carefully kept the maintenance time after an hour of operation and checked if the body was unstable. There were also major parts in the cargo compartment, so it was easy to repair and replace.

Despite the instability of the junk wagon, it was often used because it was that easy to manufacture and maintain. The junk wagon is a reactor soon, so it's junk wagon you can build with just the right level of mechanical knowledge as long as it's an engine reactor.

As the junk wagon had no headlights, nighttime travel was not recommended, and as the sun went down, the group pulls over.

One day, the scowl starts pouring in. Leona mutters as she is hit by the falling rain.

“It's raining. ”

The loss of the forest did not mean that it did not go down.

Shoot!

“Tent! There will be a tent in the cargo hold! ”

“Stay here! ”

“Great! Let's set it up! ”

It was fortunate that a tent was prepared in advance by the Huntmaster's foresight to avoid the collapsing rainstorm. Ramfil and Gin move swiftly, and soon the tent settles. The camp pushes the junk wagon into a large, breached tent, and immediately sets fire to the wet junk wagon and dry itself.

A relatively high altitude tent does not allow the tent to drown.

Cough!

Sitting in a couch, Gene starts making dinner, and Leona and Ramfil are pecking at the fire.

“It's suddenly stopped raining. ”

The weather sucks, Leona adds. Ramfil nods, agreeing. Leona had never experienced such volatile weather in her life. The dinner was boiled potatoes made with rainwater and all the salt to dip in.

“I want to eat the Searation. ”

Leona tasted the sweet and salty flavor of the Searation. And a post-appetite Hooters Punch. It was the perfect meal. When Gene stares at you, Leona pouts.

“No, no. I'm not teasing you, I'm teasing you! ”

Leona shakes her head as if she wasn't flirting. Leona mutters with a dark expression.

“Don't react to everything I say, one by one. You're just saying something, aren't you? ”

You need it now, and to be honest, it was hard on Leona, too. It didn't matter if it was Gin, but now it was Ramfil. I couldn't say anything because I thought I would get it right away.

I just thought I'd had a simulation, and then I muttered, and Jean looked at me willingly. I feel like I could rob a can of Season from anywhere.

Leona takes a bite of salt from a boiled potato, sweeps it, and takes a sip of water.

“Why do you hate Junkwagon so much? ”

You change the subject. Gene certainly tends to dislike junk wagons more than safety issues. Ramfil stares at Gene as if curious.

I expected someone precious to die on a junk wagon, or something like that.

“I don't want to talk about it. ”

As Gin reacted more negatively than expected, Leona's eyes lit up even more.

“So I want to hear more. ”

With a sly smile on Leona's face, Gin frowns and folds her arms. Ramfil seemed to know that there was something very trivial about it.

“…… even after the destruction, the fossil fuels rolled over for a while. ”

The advent of monsters has killed a considerable number of people. So the power plant and infrastructure were largely disabled, but the vehicles remained undamaged. It was possible to use the pump to drain the oil from the other vehicle and still run a healthy road. I was able to move around as much as I wanted by draining the oil from the closed gas station.

People ride in the lost car of their owner in the ruined land. Run and run, find a preservation ceremony in a convenience store or warehouse that has not yet been robbed and load it in the trunk. When monsters are seen, they run at full speed, find a safe place to rest again, and plunder places that have not yet been robbed if there is no food.

In the beginning of destruction, such a landscape could be seen everywhere. Looting markets, convenience stores, and warehouses. Humans had to try to survive while civilization was still intact.

And cleverer people would rather go into heat and castles and open a sanitary warehouse. I realized it's better to open up humans who have already robbed. Slatters occurred in a natural order.

Leona saw the wrecked body and knew it was a car.

“But to some extent, the lack of fossil fuels forced most vehicles to stop moving. ”

The gas station was empty, and the oil that was stored exploded, and for some reason, the era of fossil fuels had to come to an end.

Of course, even back then, it was known about the blue energy that left the monster dead.

“I was in the car, too. ”

There's a limit to walking, so Gene has left the world running on healthy roads. Over the past two hundred years, few roads have been intact, underground facilities have collapsed, and few roads have been avoided by automobiles in the past. Junk Wagon is actually run in a flat, desolate area.

“I knew fossil fuels would run out soon enough. So…. I thought I might be able to build a moving vehicle with that blue chip. ”

What the hell does that mean?

“…… No way. ”

Leona's face flushes white as if she told you not to say anything weird. Lamfil was also a fierce expression.

“I didn't make it. I'm not an engineer. I just made a quest. ”

It was before the pre-apocalyptic knowledge was completely extinct, and there were many who had talent and skill.

“The development of reactors that extract energy from blue chips and use it universally was already completed at that time. What was important was that the reactor's energy was converted into a vehicle drive. ”

“... There's nowhere I wouldn't rather be. ”

Jin smiles bitterly at Ramfil's words.

“I found a pretty good engineer, and he took an engine out of an existing car frame and put a reactor on it to create a very simple and ‘moving’ car. ”

Gene recalled his search for books and blueprints to help the technician with his work, and his face turned dark.

It's not about chip energy. It was hard to find usable materials, so I put a large reactor and a power transducer on the car connected to the freezer.

“Of course, I just gave up after it broke down for almost a hundred meters. ”

Gene declares it a failure, and gives the engineer the promised reward, but he doesn't ride in a junk wagon.

“A power transducer, the core component of the technician's junk wagon, enters every junk wagon. ”

So if Gene hadn't commissioned the technician, the junk wagon would have been made very late. But there was a bigger problem.

“The technician was frankly too brilliant. ”

The technician who deserved to be called a genius was not one to show off his skills.

“The power transducer was so simple that anyone could build any kind of machine structure. ”

Speaking of that, Leona and Ramfil frowned as well. If a power transducer were an object requiring professional technology, junk wagons would not be as common as they are today.

The technician was not inherently evil. Rather, he wanted people to adapt and live well in their miserable times.

A fast vehicle was needed to get away from monsters. Although I had safety concerns, I needed them to avoid the current crisis. He taught a lot of people about the basic structure and power transducers of Junkwagon, which he built with Jin's help.

“Since when.... I saw them driving around in frozen vehicles. ”

“Is that a junk wagon? ”

“Yes, there are those who ride around shooting people with it. ”

They're slatters. Those who plunder people plunder people in crude vehicles made of ice. Skills designed to ward off monsters have become techniques for killing people.

Since the creation of the junk wagon, there has been a word called slater. The horror caused by the creepy junk car they were riding on.

Gene didn't make a slater. Gene didn't do anything but engineer the junk wagon.

But Gene was part of the process in some way, and eventually gave the looters wings.

Gene hated Junkwagon pathologically because it was the reality of Gene's butterfly effect and a sincere warning that all intentions and actions might protrude.

Literally, I couldn't feel comfortable seeing Black History running around in front of me, and I didn't even want to ride.

Leona reads self-immolation on Jin's face. It would never be good to do things with any intention and see the impact it has on the world. What just helped Gene develop a new vehicle was his light-hearted desire to create a new energy vehicle for him to ride.

But it was a flaw, and it became a tool of carnage and plunder, exploited by the wrong people.

Good intentions do not bring good results, and evil intentions do not bring evil results alone. That's how the world was made.

On the macro level, everything in the world is just a farce. Who could have predicted that a simple power transducer would cause slater to erupt in the world?

Ramfil and Leona had only just found out why Jin didn't want to ride in the junk wagon on a pathological basis.

Leona carefully places her hand on Jean's hand.

“It's okay.”

“... What's okay? ”

Gene grins as if he wasn't already blurry. The emotions and sorrows, anger, hatred, and pity hiding underneath her face knew that she would cry if she could only face them comfortably.

I don't really know what Jean feels.

“It's just, it's okay. ”

But right now, I just think that Gin needs this. Gene stares into Leona's eyes and turns his head.

“I know that. ”

I know it's not his fault. And what if it's wrong? I know that, too.

Nevertheless, Gene added.

“But I think he wanted to hear it. ”

Gene said that while chewing the boiled potatoes.

Thud, thug.

The rain stopped.