Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The high-tone screams tear from your ears. The smoke obstructed my vision.

There was no burning smell from the air filter installed in the airtight clothing. However, the hot heat covered in the tunnel pierced the airtight clothing and transferred to the skin.

Justin Anderson scratches the smoky wall with his bare hands.

Dark, stained with white gloves, tells me that his situation is not a lie.

‘Isn't it hot? ’

His eyes were filled with doubts as he watched the vows as he made his way through the burning wall of the suspicious tunnel using a flamethrower. I don't understand how to walk around this hellfire without protective gear. He couldn't help but ask the question.

“Isn't it hot? ”

A vow of silence swooped back and forth.

The vows didn't answer. However, the tiny eyes inside the mask lens seemed to be laughing.

You call that a question while you're dying trying to save your partner? ’

Justin Anderson's throat was throbbing over the thought of vows.

The vow turned to speak bluntly.

“The Force, I mean, do you leave your bionic energy and then use it to boil the soup? ”

Justine Anderson's head tilted, not understanding Seowon's Korean narrative. How do you boil soup with bionic energy?

The vow moved as busy as the person who said he would leave if he didn't follow me.

Screaming hits the eardrum, and the smoke covers your eyes again.

I still feel bad about the vows I took against the Beast.

The overwhelming violence demonstrated by vows, such as the sheer power to grab Beast's mouth and tear it apart, and the audacity to stick a club in everyone's mouth.

Justin Anderson is humbled by himself.

As a result of his efforts and achievements in dealing with the Beast, his pride seemed to be completely unjust.

When I watched the vows, all kinds of questions fell like radioactive fallout.

How could he behave like that? How do you not feel any fear of the Beast? How do you know this path we're walking right now is going to lead us to Nick Drake? And...... how did he get so strong?

Justin Anderson's slow pace stops.

He shakes his right hand as he recalls his vows against Torched Baby.

Unlike the vow that tore through the air, his arms made no sound other than the rustling sound of confidential clothing.

"This is ridiculous! ’

No Bionic Soldier he knows acts like a vow. No one beats Beast with their bare hands like a vow. A sane human would never dare to act like that madman.

Justin Anderson shakes his head, looking at his vows.

Then the heat flashed before my eyes, and the secret was overcome by a fierce heat.

I heard the voice of vows in the smoke.

“Yes!”

Justin Anderson passed through the smoke like a man possessed by something and approached the vows.

A few moments ago, a wall full of spores and moss was filled with black marks, and in the middle of the scorched marks was an unknown passageway.

Did they know there was a passageway here and burn it? ’

My head was itching with so many question marks. I wanted to swing my vows upside down if I could and make him vomit out what he knew.

A new question was added to the question that was piled up in my head, and the blood strangled under Justin Anderson's chin. My ears were burning hot. My back was sweaty.

As a drop of doubts fell on the filled water cup, the unsteady waves that were shaken by the surface tension poured down.

Justin Anderson can't help but ask a question to the throat. However, after being so nervous, the wrong question mark appeared instead of the many question marks that plagued him.

“Are you married? ”

The movements of the vows that preceded you are perfect! It stopped.

Justin Anderson was shocked.

He knew why he was asking such a stupid question.

The origin of the question was inferiority.

The question is, 'I admit you're strong. However, due to the enormous ego that follows its remarkable capabilities, it will be far from normal home life. It meant,‘ You are stronger than I am, but you would never have a happy family like me. '

Justin Anderson, who exposed his inferiority in an obscene way, bowed his head to hide his red face.

Justin Anderson, an economics major at Harvard University, is familiar with Ego, which the elites have. The size of Ego is unimaginably large.

Although the enormous egos make them successful in their field, their lives are always unhappy because of the egos that they have to be the best at.

This is also why many students who attend Harvard University are so envious of themselves.

Harvard admissions students who passed only 6% of applicants' tight cutlines grew up thinking they were the best. However, outstanding student ego will not tolerate a lower grade than A. For students who have always been perfect, B + is the result of the sky falling and the earth turning upside down.

The vow shook Justin Anderson's belief that he had always thought he had an A as a Bionic Soldier.

Alone, compared to a vow of beating Beast without proper weapons, three or four people had to rush in and spill thousands of bullets to barely beat one of them, even though C, D, or F.

‘I wish I didn't know... …. ’

The vow approached Justin Anderson.

He gazed silently into Justin Anderson's eyes.

Justin Anderson, who discovered a sunken black eye looking into his eyes, was momentarily flawed.

Seowon's eyes looked like this.

"So you're happy? ’

He opened his mouth.

“I'm divorced.”

I didn't feel better at all.

Justin Anderson found that he was not so poor as to use others' misfortunes as a material of happiness.

He bows, his head darkened.

* * *

Nick Drake's knee touches the ground, barely able to escape the Beast's assault. He pants, almost facedown.

All the bionic energy in the lower abdomen was drained and the limbs were no longer strong.

I'm so embarrassed that I can't stand the thought of him publicly accusing me of killing a few Dace.

Nick Drake takes a deep breath and wakes up. Suddenly, however, there was sharp pain in his ankles, and he sat back down.

The back of the ankle of a filer suit with a carbon pattern was torn. Blood spills out through the torn suit. Looks like he was wounded on the Achilles' heel.

He turns his head and illuminates the flash light on his way out. You can see the black blood stains on the prominent floor.

“It's over.”

SCO and he have been dealing with the Beast for 20 years. But there was not a shred of information about The Beast and Deadzone.

Less than a handful of those included that the Beast was sensitive to human blood.

Nick Drake barely raises himself up, his hand against the wall.

Her short breath does not sink, and her esophagus is thirsty enough to stick. The old flesh that used up all its energy did not follow the will of its owner.

It was a physically hopeless situation. But Nick Drake limps one leg and raises two fists.

As the body that controlled the mind lost its power, the guidelines that set its limits in its mind loosened. My instincts as a warrior who tamed and killed civilization have twisted.

His eyes, staring into the darkness, burn brighter than ever before. If I could punch him in the jaw with even a single punch, it wouldn't be unfair to face a death here that no one would recognize.

It wasn't until Nick Drake realized something new.

The fact that state-of-the-art weapons were used to deal with the Beast was in fact a chain that restricted his development of abilities.

It also made sense why the teacher encouraged the use of conventional weapons rather than modern ones.

Nick Drake closes his eyes as he senses something moving in the dark.

If you look at him with your own eyes and act, it's too late.

Rather than relying on vision, it seemed better to judge and act on the sound of the ear catching or the movement of the air delivered to the skin.

You hear the fading sound of cold air touching your skin and stepping on the spores. The creepy creature in the dark seems to have slighted its head.

Nick Drake quickly stepped over the side steps, bending at his waist. He immediately traveled a distance of close to two meters.

“!!! ”

He looks at the distance with an unbelievable look on his face. His teacher tried so hard to teach him, but his unsuccessful move was over-paid.

Suddenly, however, his ankle aches and his ankle bends softly and he sits on the floor. The Achilles case injuring his motor energy could not be handled.

Something gigantic swoops over Nick Drake's head, sitting on the floor.

Nick Drake realizes he's in trouble because of his injured ankle. But it was just the beginning.

He tugs at the spores of the wall with his fingers and raises himself with difficulty. I didn't put much effort into my fist. But if I couldn't hit him with my fist, I was going to hit him with my palm.

Nick Drake raises his fist and guards his face like a boxer. His eyes sparkle between his two fists.

The beast growls, lowering its gaze as much as it can.

I stabbed Nick Drake in the Beast's thigh with his gaze.

Before that thigh, which is more resilient than raw rubber, twists, he should choose the direction to avoid. But this time, he felt it was not easy to avoid the Beast attack.

One of Nick Drake's mouths raises to the top, anticipating his end.

His eyes caught the stretch of the Beast's right thigh muscle.

Just then, suddenly, my eyes brightened, and there was a fierce heat.

You hear a voice through the smoke.

“Come on, Carnivore! ”

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