Rebuild World

The boy is moving through the ruins of a vast city with a harsh look on his face. A half-destructed building is built around the area. The ground is littered with rubble falling from the building. Not popular. Both the boy's footsteps and the sound of kicking the pebble beneath his feet disappear drunk by the silence around him.

Only (just) clothes discolored with dirt and a suspiciously serviced pistol. That's the equipment of the boy exploring here. That is correct in the light of the circumstances of the boy, and remarkably wrong in the light of the dangers of this occasion. Because this is where they call the ruins of the old world.

Autonomous weapons indiscriminately attacking targets in a runoff caused by malfunction. A security machine that continues to eliminate its external enemies as ordered by an already dead producer. Descendants of wild biological weapons. Fauna and flora with repeated mutations in harsh environments. They are called monsters by people living in the east, without distinction between organisms or machines. The ruins of the Old World are home to its dangerous monsters.

The boy also knows this is a very dangerous place enough to kill himself. The dangers of facial expressions show that. Still, of my own free will, I set foot ready for the danger of death, because here is something worthy of that danger. At least something more expensive than a child in Slam Street's own cheaper life. The boy came here for it.

The boy's name was Akira.

Akira exhaled and whined.

"... I don't have anything busy. He said he came all the way here with his life at stake.... should we go deeper?

Face up slightly and gaze behind the ruins. Beyond it lies a far-sighted view of countless skyscrapers. Even if judged lightly from the far-sighted view of Kasumu, the building in the back is as large and huge as it is in good looking condition. There was a difference in state between cloud mud and a half-destructed building around Akira.

(Do something to get there and you'll get some expensive artifacts?

The big money you might get stimulates Akira's greed. I was slightly distressed but immediately shook my neck sideways unwillingly and put it in my mouth to tell myself.

"No, I can't. Death to boulders."

The surroundings that are in ruins and the backs that maintain splendid landscapes. The difference is the difference in the environment in which it is maintained. In other words, in the back, the advanced automated maintenance and repair capabilities of the old world era are still operational today. That means that it is extremely likely that security machines and others in its vicinity are still operating, while maintaining the high performance manufactured with the remarkable technology of the day. There is no chance that a child like Akira will survive from the security areas of those security machines.

"Even around here, it's tough on me. Stop. Don't go any further in the back.... Okay."

Akira shook off her greed and continued her exploration of the surroundings.

This is where they call it the outer periphery of the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street. It is the closest site to the Kugamayama city where Akira lives, and is also the largest of the sites present within the city's economy.

The monsters in the outer periphery of this ruin are all relatively weak. Akira was exploring its relatively safe outer periphery.

Relatively weak means that a well-armed person can deal with it to a certain extent. Similarly, relatively safe means more likely to survive than in the back of the ruins. It also does not contain shards (shards), such as the meaning that Akira can survive without problems.

The fangs of mutant organisms, the bullets fired by enemy machines, are certain to die instantly or be fatally injured if eaten by those who are not even wearing genuine (decent) protective equipment. In addition, to the extent of an interpersonal pistol, it is not expected to have a true (decent) effect unless it is fired in close proximity to the eye. I mean, Akira's gear doesn't win. If we engage, we have a high chance of dying.

But there is no other way to get as much money as you can buy tomorrow as you want. Because she understands it, Akira was stepping into this Kuzsuhara city ruin until she put her own life on the stakes.

Since then, the search for ruins has continued temporarily, but there has been no such success. She exhales gently and snorts. At the end of the lowered gaze was a white bone corpse rolling.

I've already found a similar white bone body a few times. Each time, I looked around the body to see if there were any left in my possession, but I didn't find any gold objects at all.

(… this customer also has no possession)

Someone already took it away. Or someone as reckless as I am, came here with no gear at all, and only recklessly approached the end of it. Akira was a little depressed to think so.

(... the sun goes down when it stays like this. It is impossible to explore the ruins at night. I don't have any lighting. Besides, there's a better chance of getting attacked by a monster.... resurrected from dangerous ruins. That experience is the biggest gain... So you're leaving today? If you stay poorly intentioned, you'll join this white bone corpse)

Akira was beginning to think about an excuse to go home like this. I have come so far for my life's bets, and I needed a lot of excuses (to) go home without results.

(I can't help it if I'm drooling.) Look for some more and if there's still nothing there, let's go home)

Return without fruit is an act that wastes even the minimum achievement for Akira, who risked her life just to get here without dying. In accordance with that untrained compromise proposal, Akira raised her face, which had been drooling, in an attempt to continue her exploration for just a little longer.

The Akira movement stops. Before I looked back, there was a woman standing in a place where no one was supposed to be.

The moment I saw her, Akira stiffened with shock.

The woman had a fantastic, unreal beauty all over her body. Even more beautiful appearance and beautiful limbs were exposed to the surroundings. I mean, I was naked.

Its skin was so beautiful that it differed from that of the inhabitants of Slam Street by cloud mud, and its fine skin glow transcended the luminosity that the women living in the top sections of the city had honed with wealth, obsession and the skills of the old world. The beauty of the limbs is even artistic, with brilliant lustres of hair that do not even see a slight deterioration extending to the waist. The look on the face of young and old alike who would be in love with each other highlighted their appearance.

It deprives me of my soul. Akira was in love with her so much that she could describe it. Her jumping beauty was unparalleled compared to all the women she had seen in Akira's less long life, even if she had imagined it in comparison. He was drastically rewriting the standards of the beauty in Akira at a glance.

She was in no position to do anything. I don't even see Akira noticing. Then, after a short while, he turned his face towards Akira in a motion that he could not do.

Akira and her eyes meet. She stares at Akira as she smiles, even though Akira sees her naked body nowhere else. Akira, who was still in love, reacted slightly to that gaze and smile.

Akira does recognize herself. Judging by that, she laughed with great joy. And one step closer to Akira.

A stranger is trying to get close to himself. The perception gave Akira some vigilance. At that moment, Akira regained her understanding of the situation at once. When you dramatically change the look you were in love with, you point a gun at her with a very harsh look that even frightens you, stopping her from screaming.

"Don't move!

She was an unusual chunk.

The ruins of the Old World are where dangerous monsters live. This is where even trained armed groups can die. She stands alone in such a place without weapons or hiding. I don't even waver to be vigilant around. I don't wear any clothes and don't even show a bare gesture of trying to hide my naked body. Even though the building wind winds up sand and dust (dust), it doesn't even have a slight stain on your hair or body.

Akira was desperately vigilant around her as an amateur. He was also hypersensitive to slight sounds in an attempt to avoid encounters with others and monsters. But I didn't even try to hide myself. I didn't realize she existed at all.

And even though a stranger is poking a gun at her, and she can see at a glance that the person is in no wonder that she accidentally pulled the trigger with a tremor, she approaches Akira in an attitude that is not at all upset, that is not alert at all, and that does not make her feel any shards (shards) of crisis.

Already Akira had switched her perception of her from an extremely beautiful woman to something extremely unproblematic and unknown. I warn her to scream again as she smiles (cheeks) and approaches me.

"Ugh, don't move. I'm telling you! Stay away from me! I'm gonna shoot you! I'm serious!

If you're a regular Akira, you've already shot without warning or anything. To know at a glance that the other person is a round hip. Being unable to feel hostile from her expression. Being confused in an unexplained situation. Those were blunting Akira's fingers.

But there are limits to that, too. Ignore the warning and try to pull the trigger on the person approaching you. At that moment, her figure suddenly disappeared from Akira's sight. Akira wasn't even blinking. But I didn't see any process like she moved quickly somewhere. He had disappeared completely, in an instant, without touching it before anything.

Akira's face is stunned and heavily distorted. I look around in confusion, but I can't see her anywhere.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

From directly beside herself, from where no one was supposed to be, Akira heard her voice. When I turned my face towards my voice reflexively, I had her right next to me, close enough to reach. At some point, he put on his clothes and stared at Akira from close range while smiling (cheeks) in a mid-waist position in order to align his gaze.

This unusual situation had already exceeded Akira's ability to respond to the unknown. The excessive mental loads are transformed into fears that are invisible and begin to erode Akira's spirit.

Akira was enduring the fear by eating and tying her teeth. I had managed to prevent myself from going semi-frequent and panicking. Die from those who have lost their sanity. The experience of surviving in Slam Street underpinned Akira's consciousness.

Akira rushes desperately to poke the gun at her again. She tries to reach her arm toward her while holding the gun and push the muzzle against her.

The operation should not have been possible. Because I hit her when I stretched my arm because I was too close to her. But that's done. When Akira finished the movement, Akira's hands were down to her wrist in her chest.

It doesn't convey any sense of something there from both hands. As far as believing in sight, she should certainly be there, but she kept suggesting to Akira that the touch of both hands was nothing there.

To the rest of the events Akira stopped thinking while in a gun-standing position. Both hands remain reduced to her chest.

For a while (Shibula) she was trying a lot to regain Akira's reaction, waving and calling in front of her. But Akira kept going.

Advanced civilizations that once swept the world were doomed, and the traces of semi-destructed cities, buildings that were losing their prototypes, tools that broke and stopped moving, and so forth, so many years passed that it was difficult to imagine the wisdom and prosperity that they once had.

Rain falling in a world where even rainfall grains were modified and replaced continued to support the lives of those living on earth as they continued to crumble the ruins that continued to the end of the horizon in their vast years, growing trees that reached heaven.

Civilizations of the past, now called the Old World, created many relics with their advanced technology. Mountains of debris of unknown material. A group of skyscrapers floating in space with half collapsed. Medicine that even treats limb defects just by taking it. And an excessively powerful arsenal of weapons to kill people. People scratched and gathered shards of wisdom and glory called relics of the old world, and over time rebuilt human society.

Even the collapse of a civilization that boasted so much advanced scientific power that it was mistaken for all-powerful sorcery could not destroy humanity, its bearer.

There are countless corporate cities managed and operated by organisations called governing companies in an area known as the eastern part of the human survival zone. Kugamayama city is one of them.

The city of Kugamayama surrounds part of it with a huge barrier. Both inside and outside the walls are the same Kugamayama city, but there were clear disparities there.

Inside the barrier there are superior compartments inhabited by wealthy and powerful people, such as corporate executives, and median compartments inhabited by relatively wealthy ordinary people. The exterior is a subdivision, inhabited mainly by those who cannot live inside the fence due to economic circumstances. The slum streets were also spread over areas close to the danger zone known as the wilderness, which is outside the city.

Akira is one of the many children in Slam Street. In other words, it is a very normal child physically, without mechanical enhancement procedures like cyborg, without biological enhancement procedures like biomodification, without physical enhancement by nanomachines, etc. He does not retain highly specialized skills, has no upbringing through school education, etc., has no parents, has no other parents, has no money, does not eat enough, has no wonder when he dies, and is one of the most common children in the slums.

Monsters who make the wilderness their place of residence occasionally raid cities. The first to be attacked is the slums bordering the wilderness, its inhabitants.

Akira survived the monster's raid three times. The first and second raids survived only (just) running around and hiding in the shadows. Thanks to someone unknown in his name for buying me time, and to being attacked, eaten and killed in place of Akira, I ran off hard.

The opportunity was the third raid. That's when Akira couldn't escape a small monster resembling a dog and fell into the wings of killing each other with only the pistol she had by accident.

It was a miraculous chance of luck to have three shots in the head of a monster, almost amateur skilled with no real (decent) training either. But still, that wasn't enough luck for Akira to survive. The monster did not die to that extent, and ran over to Akira with a bloodstained face, opening her mouth wide to eat and kill her prey.

Before the monster's unusually large mouth ate his own arm a thousand times, Akira reflexively stuck her own pistol in its mouth to the elbow of each arm to pull the trigger. The bullet went from the mouth of the monster through the skull from the bottom to the brain, destroying its head from the inside and letting it die.

The monster's teeth were devouring quite a bit into his arms due to a rare act of biting (or) in the meagre time to complete despair. But Akira still managed not to lose her arm and her life.

After surviving the third raid, Akira decided to be ready to become a hunter and become one. I knew the danger of running a hunter, but being able to defeat a monster on my own gave me confidence, hope.

There are people in this world called hunters. Those who seek gold and honor in the wilderness. The wilderness is outside the city and the monsters are dumb and dangerous. Even the very insecure slum streets where cheap guns are in vain are safe compared to the wilderness. It's a dangerous place to think so.

At the same time, however, it is also a place where enormous amounts of money and power are used. Because in the wilderness there are relics of the old world, relics of the old world.

Monsters attacking people are also relics of the old world that exist. Biological monsters are real examples of advanced biotechnology, and mechanical monsters are a treasure trove of valuable mechanical components. Bring it back to the city and it will be the right amount of money.

Sometimes, if you bring back extremely valuable artifacts from the ruins, you can even get a lot of money to buy a city. If you have complete control over the ruins of the old world, especially military installations, which are still in operation today, it is even possible to interest the country.

Competent hunters have different digits of power and money. Increase your money and strength enough to bring back valuable artifacts from dangerous ruins to more dangerous and earnable ruins. At the end of its repetition, hunters, armed by an unusual amount with high-performance Old World equipment and built to hold advanced weapons incorporating Old World technology, can sometimes even become individuals with power and power beyond cities.

Akira did defeat the monster on her own. But that only means that the chances of survival from a wilderness full of monsters are no longer zero.

But still enough to take the bet. If we continue our current lives in Slam Street, we will all die. From there, the only way to get up is to place a bet.

That day, Akira stood up for the hunter. It's better than today. Going for tomorrow.

Akira kept fooling around in front of a beauty she didn't know how to handle. She waited as she smiled (cheeks) to see Akira regain her peace.

Time flowed as it was. The situation beyond Akira's understanding is ongoing. But nothing was happening to harm herself, so Akira was starting to calm down a little bit. And around the healing of the confusion to some extent, the focus of her eyes went back from the void to her face in front of her.

When she realizes it, she smiles at Akira again.

"Are you okay? Do you see me properly? Do you hear me, too? Where am I? Who are you?

To the extent that the answer is possible, Akira answers the question with a suspicious (keen) look, having regained calm and calm.

"... I see it, I hear it, this is the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street, I'm Akira"

She laughs so happy.

"Good. I'm Alpha. Be nice."

You don't seem to intend to harm yourself for now. It doesn't make any difference that you are incompetent, but if you have no hostility, you don't need to be overly vigilant. I'm in the ruins now. Extra vigilance should be allocated to direct enemy vigilance such as monsters. Akira made that decision and lowered her guard against Alpha.

"... So, Mr. Alpha, he's not a ghost... is he? I won't touch it, though."

'That's right. Though I have trouble being told to prove it. Assuming that you don't understand me or explain some of the language, I am a kind of augmented reality that you (you) are looking at. By sending additional information from the outside into the process of processing vision and hearing, the brain is making me realize I'm there. Your brain has wireless transmission and reception capabilities that support specific forms of information, so that you can retrieve the information I'm transmitting. It's unclear whether it was born or produced by some kind of mutation. I'm not listening to your voice from your vocal cords, either. Instructional information for the vocal cords of the brain is being transmitted from its organic radio function, and it's being analyzed. Visual information is also being sent. And that's how you decide if you can see me.'

Akira couldn't understand Alpha's explanation at all. That was correctly conveyed from that look to Alpha. Alpha explains the main points.

"You're the only one who can see me. My voice can only be heard by you. So if you're not careful, you seem like a weird person who talks to the void. (A) No, that's all I need to know. And you can have an alpha about me. I'll call you Akira, too."

Alpha smiled at Akira in the middle of the explanation. The smile (ho ho ho) has no contempt, vigilance or pity for the filthy children living in Slam Street. Akira was unaware that it was causing her to rise in ratings for Alpha.

"... ok. So, what's Alpha doing in a place like this?

'I've been looking for people. Someone who can perceive me. I have a little favor to ask, but if you're not someone who can talk to me in the first place, you can't even listen to me. The best part is that the person is a hunter. You're more than likely going to take on my favor. Well, that didn't work out so conveniently.'

Alpha laughed a little unfortunately.

After Akira gets a little lost, she puts it in her mouth with a little hesitation.

"Eh, I'm a hunter for once..."

Alpha shows a little surprise.

"Huh? Akira was a hunter? At that age? How long have you been a hunter?

"Yes, Ichi."

"A year?

"... one day. I became a hunter today…"

Akira and Alpha give a subtle look. A subtle silence flows between them.

"... no, it's nothing. Forget it."

Akira had already decided to be ready to live as a hunter. That's why I didn't want to imitate myself as a hunter. But even though you don't have the strength to be a hunter, it might not have been a good idea to call yourself a hunter to others. I reconsidered that and withdrew my own remarks.

But Alpha keeps talking willingly.

'I wonder if you could listen to me as much as you would without saying so. This is also on the edge of something. We met around the corner. "

Akira doesn't have the strength to name a true (decent) hunter. Alpha knows that, too. But it's also true that no one else can recognize Alpha. Furthermore, Akira's extremely immature strength at the moment was not a negative judgment material for Alpha in the long run.

'The request shall be to attack the site designated by me in the highest secrecy. I'll give Akira a lot of support as a reward. This is a prepayment. And as a reward for your success, you will be presented with precious relics of the Old World after the attack of the ruins. "

Akira speaks up unexpectedly to unexpected content.

"The relics of the Old World,... is that true!?

Alpha laughs sincerely at Akira's reaction, while outside she puts on a favorable smile that makes her feel confident.

'It's true. Just so we're clear, Akira just ran out of luck for the rest of her life to get such a delicious (dude) request. So it's gonna be tough not to take this request, huh? I don't have any luck left, so I'll have to make it up to you with my support. Maybe. "

The twisted (twisted) part of Akira gives instructions to suspect what Alpha has said. But Akira didn't seem like Alpha was trying to fool herself.

(... number one, what's the point of deceiving a kid like me? You'll see if I don't have any money. Or is it just me? Besides, even if it's true, can I take on a request from someone I'm not good at?

After doubting so, Akira realised what was natural to her and reconsidered her thoughts. He's the one who doesn't know what to do, and he's taking requests from himself because there's some kind of back and circumstances. Normal people can't deal with themselves. Then we should take advantage of our chances. Akira made up her mind.

"Okay. I don't know how far I can go, but I'll take that request."

Akira, prepared herself surprisingly strongly, as a hunter, announced her acceptance of her first request.

Alpha gives me a very happy look.

"We have a contract. Now, let's start supporting the advance. '

And Alpha, who kept smiling (cheeks) during the conversation, turns that look into something extremely serious.

"If you don't want to die, jump inside the building to the right within ten seconds."

"Why did you do that all of a sudden..."

Akira tried to ask why with a surprising look. But from the seriousness of his expression, which made him not say the presence or absence of Alpha, he stopped the words feeling true and ominous. If you're not lying, stay here and die. As soon as I understood it, I immediately ran out to the building to the right with all my might.

The moment Akira jumped inside the building, an explosion sounded from behind her. A blast mixed with smoke rushes through the side of my body. Turning to the direction of the explosion sound, I was surprised that the location I had just been in had been half-destructed by shells and other attacks. There was a crack running on the hard ground, the perimeter of which was burning. If I had stayed there for a few seconds, I would have died for sure. It was a sight enough to make you understand that.

Akira had been taken aback before fear by the sudden events, but took the opportunity to return to me that Alpha appeared in front of her without any foretaste.

"Yes, what's that..."

Alpha is pointing to the stairs with the same serious look as earlier.

"Run up the stairs in eight seconds."

Akira rushes up the stairs in desperate shape. The explosion sounds again from behind. A blast leads through the stairs to overtake Akira. Desperately running up the stairs, the leading alpha was pointing up at the dance floor.

"Go upstairs in five seconds..."

Akira continued to run up the stairs with all her might, ignoring the protests of her screaming lungs and legs.

Akira continued to run as instructed by Alpha and reached the rooftop of the building with constant breath. And I see Alpha inviting me at the edge of the roof, and I run that far without time to breathe. I couldn't feel the urgency in Alpha's smile (cheeks) nor in the motion of the invitation, so I run slowly.

Alpha was pointing down at the edge of the roof. You want me to jump out of the building? When Akira thinks so, Alpha smiles and gives instructions.

'Take your time and look down. Little by little, quietly.'

Akira rides herself out of the roof just a little bit as directed and looks down. And I smiled at him. The monsters who attacked Akira earlier wandered the ground looking for something.

The monsters have a similar appearance to a dog at about two meters in length. If that's all, it's a big dog with strong flesh, but there were small machine guns growing from the back of the dog. In addition, we could see individuals with multiple rocket-like objects and individuals carrying small missile pods. A bunch of dogs who had produced various firearms from their bodies were roaming around looking for external enemies.

Kill these monsters and bring back the arms and it will be a lot of money. But Akira doesn't have the strength or the means. A less than rushing hunter who can't be considered gold by looking at them had a rugged look on his face when he saw the monster that was about to kill himself earlier.

"Hey, what is that..."

Alpha explains the monster at length.

'That's a Weapon Dog. It was originally an artificial organism to provide security in urban areas, and although firearms and the like grew from the body, it was not a machine, but a biological side. Probably an individual generated for the security of the city, with security around here. Although there are individual differences, firearms grow stronger from your back as you grow. I wonder if that individual with the missile pod is the leader of the herd. "

Although there was no harm in hearing it, Akira didn't ask for a description of the monsters. That whine just mourned the bad luck of being attacked by a monster. Still, a lot of questions arise if you ask.

"Why do firearms grow from organisms? That would be crazy."

Answer Akira's simple question with the feeling that Alpha teaches a little bean knowledge.

"The biological part combines the holding function of a nanomachine, and you take raw materials such as metal orally and produce firearms on your back according to the material. Probably already mutated into something far removed from the original design. You must have changed the specification independently according to the current situation. '

I hear valuable knowledge that experts would be stunned if they heard it, but Akira didn't know its value or content. The only thing that I could hardly understand is that, inexplicably, firearms also grow from organisms, once and for all, explainable principles exist.

The look on Alpha's face returns to the spare smile (cheeks) from something serious during the raid. Akira relieved the tension by deciding from what that alpha looked like it was probably safe now.