Rebuild World

After the palm invited Tiol inside the mobile clinic, he made coffee with the equipment attached to the car. Give Tiol one of the cups in both hands.

"I only have coffee, okay?

Tiol makes a sinister face.

"... don't need it"

"Oh, a tea pie?

"You can't drink and eat with this body."

When Tiol answered so as to throw it away, the palm gave a strong curiosity to his expression.

"Then is that body a complete remotely piloted terminal? They're piloting it from the main unit somewhere. The main unit is pretty close."

Tiol reveals his surprise and accidentally turns a strong gaze on the palm.

"... you know what I mean!?

"I'm a doctor."

Tiol turned a strong alert to the palm showing his spare attitude. But more than that, he had certain expectations.

"So, Mr. Tiol. What can I do for you today?

"What are you going to do if I tell you I'm here for revenge?

"That's it. But let me advise you in old age. I would not recommend that. Besides, it was Tiol who got out on his own in the middle of the procedure. Even if something went wrong because of it, I don't think I'm responsible. In the first place, it would have been a deal, including that, right?

Tiol hits his tongue lightly when he sees the attitude of a palm who can't move a shard.

"... it's up to me after this if my business is going to be revenge. I want to make another deal with you. Treat me.... treatment. It's not a trial or an experiment! It's a treatment!

Tiol is excited to rough his voice before repeatedly breathing rough. The palm was laughing intriguingly at the tiol for fun.

"Treatment. It would be good. I can't say for sure that I will heal fully in a situation where I don't even know the symptoms, but I promise I will do my best. Even more so, only if you can pay for the treatment. So, what's the cost of treatment? I'll tell you what, it's not an experiment, it's a trial, it's a treatment. That's an advance, huh?

Tiol stares at the palm with hateful eyes.

"... don't get on with it, okay? I can easily kill you right now."

Tiol slowly pointed his left arm towards the palm. However, the palm has not moved any shards.

"I hope it's a one-sided deal, kid, but it's just funny, right?

"Don't you know how I got out of your room?

"The surveillance camera footage made me look interesting again and again. It became valuable data. On top of that, if you think it's a shard that threatens you, you should rethink it. Well, it's up to me to try, but at the time I try, you're not my patient anymore. You don't think I'm gonna respond as sweetly as I've ever been, do you?

The percentage of what palms contain in their gaze toward Tiol changes. patients to experimental animals, the ratio of which begins to skew towards the latter. I can deal with Tiol without any problems on this occasion. That's how the palm showed it.

Tiol suspected the palm's attitude was clear, but he ended up tongue-in-cheek and lowered his arm.

"... no money. The reward is my body first. Find out the structure, the nanomachine, what to say. We'll have information later. I know a lot of things right now. I'll answer you."

"Interesting content, but I don't know if it's worth the cost of treatment. Because the content of the treatment is unknown in the first place, the cost of treatment cannot be calculated. Looks fine though a remotely operated terminal. What exactly do you want for treatment?

Tiol pushes silence once. And answer with bitter emotions on the tone.

"... to man, I want to go back"

I'm surprised (a lot) to see Tiol's attitude, where the palms seem very serious.

"You mean to get rid of nanomachines that don't get the guidelines but are causing mutations in body tissue? Whatever it is, I'm not sure I need to see you first. Get this far in the main unit. You won't have to look at that remotely operated device."

"There are so many circumstances that the main unit can't get here. So I'll show you where the main unit is. Come with me now."

"You know what's going on out there? There are big monsters wandering in the wilderness and in the ruins. I'm not getting out of the makeshift until things are done."

"I'm fine. You give instructions not to attack."

I am surprised (a lot) by Tiol's attitude, to which the palm naturally replied.

"... is it you, Tiol, who is directing this raid?

Tiol makes a big smile.

"... I can't tell you"

"I think that attitude is like saying yes."

"............ I can't tell you"

Think with a serious look as the palm gazes at Tiol. And suddenly I laughed with great pleasure.

"I see. You're under some sort of systemic restriction, aren't you? Because of that constraint, can't you say yes? It's very interesting, but isn't it possible to answer me with the information you know about it? I don't think it's gonna pay for the treatment."

"If the raid succeeds, I will lift most of the restrictions that hang on me. That's what I promised him, so he should be fine."

"Who's that guy? Given that you're asking for a makeshift base raid, is that the managerial personality of the ruins?

Tiol begins not to seep into his expression.

"........................ I can't tell you. Stop it. Just because I can't tell you is pretty spicy."

"Spicy? I mean, if you go against the constraints of the system, you feel painful and uncomfortable. But that doesn't violate the rules. Even if it's impossible to act with a managerial personality, Tiol, it's possible to some extent. Are you using Tiol to operate beyond your authority?

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I told you it was spicy!?

Tiol yelled and roughed his breath. Hatred seeped out of his eyes. But that increases the degree of surprise for the palm.

"Can't you just recognize the question and think of the answer? That was a far-fetched statement, so you could put it in your mouth? A much halfway system, but is that half-way factor allowing for action beyond authority? Probably a coincidentally built system, huh? If you somehow bypass, separate, or deactivate the pain, you will only be able to take advantage of the advantages…"

Tiol turns his trembling left arm toward the palm, without distorting his expression with distress and hatred. We're close to a semi-frequent who can't calculate interest.

The palm notices the other person's mental state and rushes into Yu (right).

"Okay! I'm not asking any more questions! Let's move on, Tiol, after your restrictions and actions are lifted! If the treatment goes on, it should be disarmed too! … so just calm down."

Slowly lower your arms as Tiol continues his rough breath.

"... the deal is closed, right?

"Oh. It's anomalous, but you seem to expect to pay enough for treatment. We have a deal. I'll take responsibility for your treatment, Tiol. Don't worry."

"… then I will guide you"

"Okay. Sit in the passenger seat. Over there."

Tiol is approaching the passenger seat somewhere. The palm looked at it and stroked his chest down, returning the expression that was in a mixed rush to something pleasant and frivolous.

(... that's a lot of emotional instability. Simply can't afford it? Is it a harm under the influence of the system? I just want to do a closer look, well, let's prioritize the deal first)

A palm sits in the driver's seat and speaks out in a spirit.

"Come on, let's go! Should I leave the makeshift base for now and go out to the ruins side?

"Oh.... are there terminals in the information terminal system or something?

"Can I have the one on board?

"Anything you want to connect."

When the palm handed over the terminal, Tiol thrust it into his temples and forcefully into skin without a connection port or anything. The terminal breaks through the skin and blood drips from the wound.

A 3D map of the area appears on the on-board display device. It showed the current and destination and even the position of the large monsters in the vicinity.

The palm laughs with pleasure.

"That's convenient. But if you'd told me, there would have been a radio, too, right?

"Wired is easier to take over the terms of communication."

"Do you take over at the level of the terms? Scary. It's my car. Don't break it, will you?

"... I'll be careful"

The palm drove off the mobile clinic, grinning bitterly at Tiol's grumpy appearance.

Akira and Nelia, who have established temporary cooperative relationships, continue to hunt large monsters. Despite the combination of man-made weapons and motorcycles, the collaboration was so advanced and precise that it was unlikely that it had been organized in a steep field. Sometimes one becomes a decoy, sometimes it is a sandwich, a shooting, a slaughter, and easily destroys a large monster.

Akira watches the black fuselage behave up close and wraps her tongue around its combat abilities again. In the east, which is overflowing with powerful firearms, it is only intended to be a giant, such as just a figure. But large monsters outnumber small herds by compensating for their weaknesses with extra toughness, agility, and vitality. The black fuselage, which easily (yawning) and doubles its large size with a light blade of both hands, was for once a good reason for Akira to make her face look worse, even on her side.

Nelia is slightly amazed to see Akira move nearby. Akira's coverage is accurate and precise, even though they don't direct each other at all. Easily change proximity by aiming at the legs of a handsome enemy, destroying a long-range weapon, repeatedly shooting at tough (just) enemies to draw awareness to yourself, and clean up any enemies you can defeat on your own. It paved that path almost perfectly so that Nelia could destroy the enemy in the shortest possible time.

Nelia praised the opponent's power, and Akira continued to destroy the larger ones that continued to emerge, in awe.

I hear Nelia's fun voice from Akira's terminal.

"Really good condition. We're perfect for each other. What do you say? It's so compatible, I knew we'd hang out."

"I don't like it. You know, hanging out with people who talk about who's gonna kill you."

"I'm on your side now, so it's okay. I'm not gonna kill you."

"That's not the problem."

"My best."

"What!

Akira is returning a slightly irritated voice to Nelia, who sends a pleasant voice via the terminal. The content of the chat contains no instructions to each other at all. Still, Akira and the others maintained a very high level of collaboration.

"I'll tell you what, I'm leaving early when I run out of ammunition. Good luck on your own after that."

"If you don't have a blade like that, I'll lend it to you, okay?

"I'm not going to fight them with melee weapons! Number one, why do you only have Melee weapons? Even human weapons can use guns. Why aren't you using guns? Is that a limitation on the fuselage or something?

"Guns are not a hobby. It doesn't stick."

"Hobbies!? Is that such a nagging reason!?

"Oh, the feeling of that hand is so important? A lot of people make fools of themselves, but they all died before me. I let go of the weapon that's right for me because of my preconceived notions."

Akira was somewhat sentimental when she heard Nelia miss something and forgot that she was slightly irritated. There was a strange persuasion there to mislead the decision between truth or fanaticism.

"... well no. And a lot. Knock it down or knock it down. I can't cut it. When the hell will it be over?"

"If someone defeats the boss of the herd, he may end up with a collapsed lead, but I don't know if the rest of the party will return home after that"

"Leadership? Boss? Is there such a thing?

"Behind the rear line, they say a large group is leading a small herd. The large one is like a command plane, and even more superior individuals could be directing this raid. Well, I hear there's no certainty in the expectations of the other troopers. I've been contacted to tell them to take it down as a matter of priority."

"You haven't heard from me like that, have you?

"It's like a chat in the unit. It's not from a makeshift base."

With such important information, it would come as no surprise that the hunters would be passed on by some route. Akira thought so too, but also thought it was because of the isolation of the troops to which people like Nelia belonged, so she stopped caring deeply. Instead, transfer consciousness to the story of that command machine.

"... the boss of the command machine? Is there even a bigger one?

"Even if I were there, I don't think it would matter to us around the outer periphery because I think it's mixed up behind the ruins or with the guys who went through the ruins to the city."

The rain had weakened considerably as Akira and the others continued to fight and chat. Although it was not completely removed from the influence, the accuracy of enemy equipment and the like had already been largely restored.

Alpha, the most adversarial of Akira and the others, detects a large presence hidden in the shadow of the abandoned building. But Alpha didn't tell Akira that. I decided that was the best way to avoid trouble. Instead I look up at the rain clouds as I wave another story to Akira.

"Akira, the rain is getting much weaker."

Akira is caught and looks up at the sky.

'Right.... That makes it rain harder again when I do this...'

Akira was smiling bitterly. But I get in a better mood when I see the rain starting to weaken even more.

"Whoa! Now you're starting to stop!

"I see."

Alpha was looking up at it with a quiet look. Akira seemed a little strange when she thought the light mouth of the mix would return.

"... what's wrong with the rain stopping?

Alpha points a meaningful smile at Akira.

"If you'd stopped sooner, you'd have been able to fight a wide range of enemies, and never bowled in with that black fuselage. I just thought so. I wonder why Akira is so bad."

'Even if I tell you. Well, I could stop. It's good. "

There are still thick clouds in the sky, but the rain had stopped. Akira was pleased with it, but Alpha was not pleased at all.

The palms are moving through the ruins at a mobile clinic that has modified a large armoured personnel transport vehicle. I ran into a couple of big monsters along the way, but they totally ignored the palm cars.

I gaze at Tiol in the passenger seat as the palm laughs with pleasure.

(You're not really attacking me. I was also thinking about the possibility of lies and delusions, but at least now Tiol is certain that you are involved in the monster chain of command. Explore the site without being attacked by monsters. Even if that was a Kuzsuhara Street ruin exclusive, if you discover it, the money the city can buy will move, but you won't be aware of it)

Tiol is surprised (a lot) to notice the gaze of the palm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nothing. I just admire the convenience of being able to travel inside the site without being attacked by monsters"

"... the big ones under my command are fine, but the others usually attack me. Do something about that."

"Copy that. What, if it's about the peripheral trinket, I'll kick it with the armor of this car."

"Right. If it's out of your control, tell me. Let him deal with the one nearby."

"Thanks for that. It's all because of you."

The palm thought a lot behind him, answering so lightly.

(If so, is Tiol's authority limited to that particular compartment, not the entire Kuzhara Street site? Monsters in the security system of the compartment become habitats in their area of responsibility. Essentially, the monster in question does not leave the area. The ability of downhill heavy industry to build a Kugamayama city in the vicinity of the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street is also based on the monster's sense of territory, and the difficulty of mobility.... when it rocks, it involves the survival of the city if you do poorly...)

Tiol notices the deep gaze of the palm and distorts his face.

"So what was it just now?"

"Nothing. As a doctor and a scientist, Tiol, your presence is just very interesting. If it bothered you, I'm sorry."

Tiol was convinced with it and tongued uncomfortably.

A palm vehicle arrives near its destination. It's the valley of a semi-destructed skyscraper.

"It's time to arrive, but is Tiol's body in that abandoned building?

"No."

"The destination indicates the neighborhood of that building, right?

"No. Not in the building. Outside."

"Though I was able to do most of it, I didn't have to wait outside in this rain..."

"I can't let you in."

Tiol points around the abandoned building. The palm followed him with his eyes, looked up a little, and saw what was in the valley of the abandoned building, causing a slight cramping (one) of his waxy, smelly smile.

"We're gonna check? That's your body, Tiol, isn't it? It's not like there's a main unit in there, is it?

"Yes."

"... I see. I can't come to the clinic at the main office. It's going to be tough."

"It's a deal. I'll get you cured."

"That sounds hard to define a full healing. In the meantime, the treatment policy is to proceed in the direction of systemic regenerative therapy…"

As the palm was moving the vehicle into the valley of the abandoned building, the condition of Tiol in the passenger seat changed dramatically. He began to tremble with a faintness, seeped no hatred in his expression, and saw something with his unfocused eyes.

"Hey, what's up?

As soon as the suspicious palm called out, Tiol suddenly collapsed. The 3D map that was displayed via Tiol disappeared at the same time.

"Did this turn off the remote control terminal? What the hell..."

The palm is distracted from understanding the situation and neglects to be alert to the surroundings. At the next moment, a giant leg out of the valley of an abandoned building kicked a palm vehicle. Despite the weight of the large armoured personnel transport vehicle, the body was blown up and rolled over by the impact.

The rain had stopped completely.

I noticed almost simultaneously the huge reaction that Akira and Nelia suddenly showed up on the information-gathering equipment. Turning consciousness in the direction of the reaction, a large vehicle pops out of the valley of an abandoned building like it was kicked by something. And then the presence that kicked the vehicle showed up.

That was a big monster that looked like a giant in heavy reinforced clothing. Its gigantic body is large enough to illuminate Nelia's fuselage with small machines and small children. And he was wearing a huge armor that corresponded to that giant. The left arm was integrated with a machine gun of caliber reminiscent of the battleship's main cannon, and the feed belt wanted to connect to the machine on the back that made the large magazine imaginary. On his right hand he held a cylindrical object like a pattern.

Alpha fires all small missiles from the motorcycle while Akira is being taken out of temper. Countless missiles fly through space, drawing an orbit that semi-surfaces the enemy with Alpha's guidance. And it strikes the giants simultaneously to adjust the flight distance and land rounds at about the same time.

The liquid metal emitting light from the pattern of the giant's right hand stretches out ignoring gravity. In just a few moments, liquid metal shaped enough light blades to likely break the battleship. And the giant set up his blade of light, and gave it away toward a flock of missiles to be slain.

The moment the blade touched the missile, countless missiles exploded simultaneously. A blast that used up all the missiles available on Akira's motorcycle at once engulfed the giant.

Keep an eye out for enemies wrapped in smoke while Akira resists (oh) the blast that reaches her with reinforced clothing physical abilities.

"Did you do it!?

Even though Akira put it in her mouth, she unconsciously thought that if it had exploded so much, she would have knocked it down. But after the smoke explosion cleared, I saw the giant standing there saying that it had no effect at all, and the expression was greatly distorted by surprise.

"Intact!? You gotta be kidding me!?

Alpha calmly but supplements the situation with a slightly more rugged look.

"The missile ballistics and blast timing were misaligned with the payoff, greatly reducing the effective blast. In addition, they have a powerful force field armor all over their bodies. Unfortunately, the enemy's damage seems insignificant."

"Thanks to armor like that heavy-duty reinforced garment. You used to have such a big body-sized product. Is that a special order?

Perhaps.

Akira looks surprised because Alpha answered her own joke with a bitter smile in a rather serious way.

"... is that a special order?

"I've checked the enemy's structure, but at least I'm not hardening and armoring my skin to deploy Force Field Armor. It's a different structure that's separated from the inside. I mean, something inside is wearing something outside, just like Akira is wearing fortified clothes. '

"You mean very different from those monsters there."

Akira raises her guard against the giants. And the moment I felt the giant and his gaze match, the giant opened his big mouth and barked (ho). His face, like the head of a man-made weapon, tore up and down, and he made a voice that sounded like some kind of language out of a rift full of fangs.

Akira has no idea what that language means. But I somehow understood the meaning of it because of the hatred and intent to kill it.

'Whatever it is, I will definitely kill you. Somehow, but I feel like I'm saying that. Alpha. Did I do something to him?

I just shot a lot of missiles in there.

"Yes, but I don't think so, and I feel resentful irrespective of it."

'I don't know if you ask me. In the meantime, I agree that reconciliation is impossible. So put that hand discussion behind you. Let's get out of here. Be prepared.'

Akira also saw the giant move and truncated the extra thought. A giant was pointing a cannon in his left arm at Akira. Akira's motorcycle sets off rapidly with an act that completely ignores the strain on riders due to inertia. At the same time, a large bullet commensurate with a huge caliber was fired continuously from a giant machine gun.

A bullet that collapses the building in one shot blows up the ruins building after building. In an instant, a half-destructed building turns into the same amount of rubble, which is blown into the air by impact, resulting in rubble rain.

Alpha captures the location of the debris rain grains with advanced detection capability, calculates the orbit, and scratches (or snubs) slight gaps at the full speed of the motorcycle. Akira concentrated extremely, compressing as much body time as she could, beating and kicking the rubble in the way and continuing to open the gap in the direction of travel blocked by the pouring rubble while desperately avoiding the rain of the rubble.

In the meantime, a huge bullet that can continue to be fired continuously blows through Akira's perimeter as it further finely crushes the debris in the air. The inevitable fragments clash against Akira and the motorcycle, sharpening the endurance of Forcefield Armor, a force field armor for fortified clothing and protective coats and motorcycles. The impact of the clash has disfigured Akira and the motorcycle, and in order to rebuild it, Alpha's unscrupulous behavior is stronger on both the motorcycle and Akira.

'Akira! Never be shaken down! If we fall, we'll bury it under the rubble!

'I know!

Beat up the inevitable debris in the direction of travel and expand the space to the best of your ability. Secure the body to the motorcycle by raising the output of the fortified clothes to the limit so that they are not shaken off the motorcycle by a battered recoil. As a result of compensating for behavior beyond one's physical abilities with enhanced clothing manipulation, the inability to follow the movement becomes an intense load and tightens the body.

The pain has been reduced by the analgesic action of the restorative medicine. But Akira still remembered the mixed sensation of fear that gradually broke her body as she repeatedly treated and damaged. And he kept doing everything he could to survive the next second, ignoring that discomfort coming from all over his body.

After he managed to escape the rolling car, the palm was checking on the giant, Tiol's body with binoculars that were linked to the onboard enemy equipment. The giant keeps firing his machine gun indiscriminately in the direction Akira would be while running in the ground, and stays away from the palm.

"... Mr. Tiol. If you want to reschedule your appointment, I'd like you to let me know in advance."

Giants' combat abilities are powerful enough to even alter the terrain of the ruins. But if that was only directed in a different direction from itself, the palm could afford to joke while observing things flatly.

Point your gaze at the car where the palm is rolling over. Tiol's remotely operated terminal remains tumbled off the passenger seat. There is no sign of movement.

(There's probably a limit to the operable distance of that remotely operated terminal, and it's not that long. That's why I needed to get close to the makeshift base where I was at some distance. I guess the body also has some camo function. In addition to that camouflage feature, I got lost in the rain and battle, approached the makeshift base, found me in some way, negotiated treatment, brought him here,... ruined it all? I don't know)

The palm leans (hides) his neck. I tried to think of a lot of things so that Tsujitsu (Tsujitsu) would fit, but I couldn't think of a reason to be satisfied.

Tiol disconnected the remotely operated terminal because he couldn't afford to operate both the body and the remotely operated terminal. simultaneously process perceptions sent by more than one self in another location. That was possible at the time of consciousness on the part of the system, but after regaining consciousness as a person, it was just too complicated to produce confusion.

And the reason I stopped guiding the palms but made Akira's murder a priority was in my intense self-consciousness to keep my consciousness from being taken into the system side again and the hatred that underpins it.

Tiol strongly hated his predicament, everything that led him to that predicament, including eight hits and resentment. The subject also included palms, but it managed to endure as a person treating itself, as an element of salvation from its present condition.

But I couldn't stand Akira. Thoughts about Cheryl (and so on) Hey, bad feelings about the disorder, they were mixed up in complexity to swell up my hatred for Akira. What's more, the fear that if I put up with those emotions, I'd be taken in by the system side again was taking Tiol's last hoop (though) off.

As a result, Tiol leaned all of his consciousness toward Akira's murder as soon as the rain went up and the main enemy's ability spread to recognize Akira's presence.

The palm kept thinking temporarily, but decided to cut off any further thoughts along the way as futile.

(... okay. If we secure the remote terminal, we might hear from you later. I don't want to get involved, and let's go home here)

I can stand next to a car with a palm rolled over and put my hands on the car to help. Then the car starts moving slowly. When the body was supported by itself with a rather spicy look, the large armoured personnel transport vehicle was put back on its side.

The palm is a body strengthening dilator who has expanded his flesh by applying his own medical technology. It is also to deal with the hunters, who sometimes burst out suddenly, and is the result of trying the results of their own experiments. The fact that Tiol was placed inside the mobile clinic and kept room even when he was stuck in his shellable arm determined that he could handle it without any problems.

The palm returned to the driver's seat and returned Tiol's remotely operated terminal to the passenger seat. And poke the doll's forehead small and turn to a waxy (ugh.) Smelly smile.

"Mr. Tiol. When you're late in paying for treatment, it's not treatment, it's another trial or experiment, right?

The doll answered nothing.