Hunter of the Perished World

[A proclamation from seven great masters has been issued throughout this city.]

[We are deeply sorry for your violent behavior.]

[Disband the gangsters to their current time units and return to their posts.]

[You have buried enough explosives to blow this city to the ground beneath your feet.]

[This is not just a warning.]

[As I warned you 30 minutes ago, we are going to detonate Area 22.]

[Evacuate Area 22 immediately if you don't want to get caught in the explosion.]

[This is the iron mace of the Maester's treacherous mob, and you will realize that nothing of your group violence can take away from us.]

[We are your masters.]

[I will turn all of you into desert dust, but I will make it clear that we have no intention of treating you in a manner other than ruling you.]

[Even if you leave the city, you will not take a single piece of honor and power from us.]

[Repeat, this is not a warning.]

[In exactly five minutes, we will detonate Area 22.]

[Look at what your irrational anger has done to you.]

[Repeat:]

[By order of the seven great masters, the entire city has been proclaimed....]

The broadcast of warnings has been buzzing throughout the city of the tower for the past thirty minutes. Fear without warning is ineffective. It is not mercy to inform the bombing in advance.

Doubt that we have this much power, question and worry.

And people will feel it when Area 22 explodes. The nobles' words are as true as they come. And the riots will be suppressed, no matter how scared you run.

If there's a riot, that's it. If the mob blows up the land they're standing on. The broadcast of warnings was intimidating and did not come up with any disguises, gymnastics, or plausible words.

Broadcasting communicates violently to violent mobsters. I don't want to give you anything, even if it kills all of you.

Shimach Windil was getting hot on the broadcast.

Every language used to broadcast warnings now has no honor, pride or pride.

If you don't want to die, go back. I just expressed it a little more cruelly and violently.

I was ashamed of what I had to say.

Shimach Windill was forced to shake his hand in the present reality of unquestioning the face of the ruler.

In the end, even aristocrats showed that they were ordinary people who couldn't live without killing each other in this extreme situation.

“At this point, you're going to have to explain why you called Raven in, Mr. Windell. ”

Jodnak Ruegent couldn't hide his discomfort, and Shimach Windill glanced at Jodnak with fierce eyes.

Raven Raccoon was dragged into the Maester Conference Room, because he couldn't leave the Maester Conference Room.

Troops were also borrowed and plunged into the subway. There was still no attack on the outer wall. War level armed conflicts have not occurred, but we still don't know what group action the crowd will take.

Even in this tower, you can clearly see a crowd of ants attacking people and flying an unidentified flag.

In a volatile situation, it was clear about the antecedent relationship of the work. Raqen was confined to a corner once on one side of the Maester Conference Room. Raqen saw no defence, no questions.

The way he lived his whole life, he just frowned silently, begging for mercy in the corner.

“Shut up and put the key away. ”

“You've gone too far. ”

“You're the ones who said this was the most important thing! ”

Everyone was looking at the keyhole in their desks in the Master Conference Room. The only key given to the masters, and the only hole in the lock.

Shimach Windil mutters with a frowning face.

“Remember, we'll end with a compartment blast." ”

“That's up to you. ”

It's like there's no side to Mr. Windiel already. All six masters acknowledged the need for an explosion, and no one would be dragged by the will of Mr. Windill in this volatile situation.

Seven masters plug in seven keys.

The round table was powered on as the key was inserted.

Tsk...

In addition, the center of the alloy table was opened and a map of the compartment before the city of the tower appeared. And each button was flashing a red light.

There were countless small buttons per compartment and per compartment distance.

The large button fires all explosives present in the compartment.

The small button blows up a street.

Simply put, this button on the map inside the table determines the fate of the city. If you press all of them, the city of the tower will be erased from the world as of today.

Mysteries couldn't hide the tension in front of the map.

Now there are only three cities in the world.

A bit of an exaggeration, it was like a button came to my attention that could destroy their world.

If you're crazy, you might push all this button.

“The collapse won't affect the towers, will it? ”

According to Lewis Lamberg, Millike Alcamil shakes his head. They were engineers and technicians who had maintained the safety of the tower.

“This explosive is rigged with sufficient mechanical, engineering, and architectural knowledge from a line that has no impact on the tower. Unless you blow them all up at once, that's fine. ”

This was the work of the Alcamel family. Therefore, it was also true that he strongly opined about the use of explosives.

After a moment of silence, Mr.Tallarida looks at the clock and mutters quietly.

[… explode area 22 with current time.]

I also heard such a broadcast from afar.

“It's time. Mr. Windiel.”

Shimach Windil hesitates to the end.

I don't want to press myself. There will be enough of anti-Semitism, anger, and the civilians who haven't escaped, and the explosion will evaporate enormous numbers of people, as well as property.

By pressing the button, the dominant system of the tower will also change to the opposite. There is no reason to wear the veil of mercy, and a permanent reign of terror will come here.

We also don't know whether Rudrey Windill will survive underground tunneling.

“I'll do it if you don't mind, Mr. Windill. ”

Luis Lamberg slowly approaches with a smile, and Shimach Windill decides.

“No!”

Shimach Windil shakes his head, pale.

“I'll do it. I have to. ”

When the age of terror arrives, the first thing to change is Shimach Windile himself. He knew it well.

That's why he knew he had to do it by himself. You have to erase a lot of lives and deny everything you've built. You have to deny yourself to accept the next life.

Jodnak Ruegent gazes quietly at such a Shimach Windil.

‘You look like Rudri Windill.... No, on the contrary. ’

It looks like a different but similar woman.

It resembles a sense of responsibility, and a stringent look on itself. Shimach Windil is the most powerful master in the tower, and his daughter Rudrey is the opposite leader of Schuhada.

Not at all different, but she looks like a woman after all.

Shimach Windil looked at the button for a long time to deny my entire life. Though the concern was long, the action could not be stopped.

Shimach Windil reaches out.

Cock, cock!

“Phew... ”

The other masters all reflexively looked at the location of Area 22. The slaughter they would cause, however, everyone was instinctively curious.

I wondered what kind of painting the explosive would explode from a long time ago.

It was the same with Shimach Windill.

“ ……. ”

However,

Ten seconds later.

Even after a minute.

Five minutes later.

Nothing happened.

Shimach Windil presses the button again.

My daughter.

Nothing has still happened.

“Something…. Looks like we have a problem. ”

The smile disappears from Lewis Lamberg's face. Abec Soramir mutters.

“It could be the problem of aging. The monsters ate the blast line... Well…."

“No way. All the wires and explosives are covered in cement. You think the monster knows what it is?" More importantly, I check the wire regularly to see if there are any problems! ”

“... We may have a little problem, but touching another place..." ”

“I can't blow up the neighborhood without a broadcast warning. I'm sure the citizens will get into trouble... ”

“You will always wear that hypocritical mask! ”

Shran Talarida grunts at Shimach Windil. His expression was clearly filled with anxiety and anger.

“If the bomb doesn't go off, the crowd will think we're bluffing! Wherever is good, you have to blow it up.... Damn it. I have no reason to ask! ”

“Holy shit! What are you doing!”

“Stop!”

Shimach Windil rushes at him to try to stop him, but he already reaches out and presses the red button in the 20 area next to the 22 area.

Cock, cock!

Shimach's face is beautifully shined.

“This…. You crazy bastard! Now! ”

Grrr!

“Unh!”

Shimach Windil punches Shran Tallarida in the face, and he falls flat on the floor.

“You're trying to slaughter people for what you really have! ”

Luis Lamberg grabs him as he tries to trample him down.

“Stop, stop. You don't have to. ”

“What's the difference between this shit and Slater? Let go! Let go... ”

“Look, nothing's happening. ”

“What...? ”

Shimach Windil was only then able to see the Mysters staring out.

Still, nothing happened. Luis Lambergo, Shimach Windillo.

All the masters stared at the city with a firm look.

“No way... No way..."

I got up trembling and pressing the other buttons, forgetting that Shran Talada was beaten by Shimach.

Still nothing.

“Oh, no. No, no, no! This is ridiculous! ”

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

No one stopped him from pressing the button.

There was no reason to stop it.

None of the buttons responded properly to emit the light of the explosion. All the masters were staring at the city with their faces blank.

“One or two... Everything...?"

The explosives, they don't respond at all.

“Hehe... Heh-heh-heh. Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!”

And then...

Someone started laughing.

Everyone looked to the source of that smile. Who can laugh in a situation where no one can laugh?

“Hehe…. Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Windell. Haha... Haha! Hahahahahaha!”

The imprisoned Raccoon gazes at Shimach Windil with a clear grin.

“I didn't think I'd be able to see this. ”

Rachen bursts into the mines and ridicules the frozen masters. After stopping for a moment, Raqen once again looks back at their faces with that polite expression.

“If arrogance is removed from your faces, that's what you look like. ”

I've never seen him before, but he's a funny face.

He added, smiling breathlessly.

What Gene saw in the basement was a pile of bombs.

And it was all the wires that were cut off.

By someone, all the wires for that blast signal were cut off.

I just didn't know who Gin was, but the seven masters knew right away.