Pax FC’s triple system, which leads to the main terminal, sub-terminal, and final agency.
But there was still one unclassified space left.
“This place also needs some cleaning.”
That place is none other than my subspace.
It was an invincible place, not threatened by monsters or robbed by anyone, but it still needed to be cleaned up.
Since my subspace is connected to all portals on Earth, it must become a ‘hub terminal’ that connects all terminals.
Moreover, by the time I reached subspace level 7, I had secured a perfect means of organizing things.
Tiring!
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◈ Category Partition (New!)
-You can grant separate entry rights to each sector, and you can place facilities or objects arbitrarily.
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It’s not just a division of space for show.
Each sector was a completely separate space, completely blocked off from the others, and most importantly, each sector could have separate entry permissions.
Until now, it has been a complicated situation where people belonging to Pax FC or people of different races are inevitably intertwined.
“But now it’s different.”
The command center of the National Intelligence Service was separated into a military-related sector, the material warehouse and the manufacturers’ workshops were combined into one, and the laboratory and sister-in-law’s research lab were separated into independent sectors.
Each of these sectors will be responsible for a ‘department’ of Pax FC.
Now I feel like things have finally come together······.
“Still, there has to be at least one place where we can all gather.”
However, the logistics center was left as a public square, and at its center, the ‘Camelot of the Reverse Stream’ and the World Tree, which has now become a tree of youth, were moved.
So, when the subspace ability ‘organizational reorganization’ was underway, and those belonging to each sector were told to submit their department names for fun······.
“······.”
Two unfortunate pieces of news occurred in subspace.
-♩ ♬ ♪ ♬
First, the song Kim Jung-gyeom by Glenn and the Gospel Priests began to become popular within the subspace.
-Kim♩Jeong ♬ Ears, ears -♪ ♬
Secondly, the elves of Elvenheim were singing it right now.
Ellie pricked up her ears as she waved her wooden chopsticks around like a conductor.
“Now, let us all sing a song of thanks to Mr. Jeong-gyeom for saving Elvenheim.”
Warm!
-Keeeeeek♩Jeong ♬ Keueueueueok -♪ ♬ – !
A creepy sound, like scratching a blackboard.
A chill ran through my whole body, and goosebumps started to appear on my arms.
As I was trying to quickly cover my ears at a speed equivalent to a chemical, biological, or radiological warfare situation, Lancelot ran towards me like a madman, his sword hilt rattling.
“My lord! This is a serious matter! The elves have finally revolted!”
“I’m just singing······.”
“How dare you mention your lord’s name with such a dog-like voice! If you weren’t plotting treason, how could you do something like that in your right mind······!”
“They’re not in their right mind······.”
Just a moment ago, Elvenheim had been drawing an X on a piece of paper submitted under the name of .
The effort is virtual, but even if the founder of atonal music comes, he will not be able to compare to those elves.
As expected······.
“Why is he doing that again?”
The leaves of the World Tree, which had heard the elves’ song, had turned yellow and withered.
The World Tree, with its thick trunk growing thicker, colorlessly appeals to the elves’ song in pain, and with only one leaf left.
Next to the World Tree, Lydia, the dedicated zookeeper, was carrying out her own emergency measures, continuing to speak sweetly at a rapid pace.
“Oh my, how pretty, how pretty. It doesn’t hurt at all. Our World Tree is all better! You’re so cool. You’re so cool. World Tree, you’re so cool. Even a flower pot would fall in love with you. World Tree, you’re really handsome, and you grow well, and you’re perfect from the roots to the fruit. That’s PERPECT, that’s the truth of life.”
“······.”
Hwaaaaak!
Withers······.
Hwaaaaak!
The withers······.
Finally, the twisted sadist of the underworld, Wilgrim, applauded as he watched the ‘Last Leaf’, a panorama of green and brown.
Clap clap!
“That’s right! That’s it! Greater pain! Greater wounds! Extreme efficiency in the growth of the World Tree······!”
“······.”
Why are they all gathered at the logistics center even though the sectors are separated?
Just like the scenery of a logistics terminal overflowing with colorful objects on a holiday, perhaps we too were each expressing our own cries in various ways.
A world filled with rigid hierarchies and razor-sharp danger.
Perhaps the only flat one that flows down to this logistics center.
-······!
Leaving the noisy plaza behind, I headed to another sector of the subspace.
A quiet, private room created separately.
Because refugees from Italy were waiting for me.
“Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say······.”
They were survivors who had come over from Italy.
First, in keeping with Pax FC’s tradition, we were fed a full meal, and we were just sitting down at the table to have a private conversation with Lorenzo, who could be considered the representative of the team.
“You’re from Italy?”
“Yes, not inland, but in a small town called Priolo on the island of Sicily.
It was a town whose name I had never heard of before, but I could get a rough idea of it just by knowing that it was located on the east coast of Sicily.
I asked him straight away.
“What exactly happened there?”
“It probably wasn’t much different from you at first. Monsters appeared, and the Awakened ones appeared. Since it was a small village, there weren’t many monsters, so we barely managed to hold out, but as time went by, our defenses began to crumble.”
It was a stereotype in destruction.
Because unless there were particularly strong Awakeners, most of the Earth was fighting against other-dimensional forces.
“Then one day, a strange outsider came into the village. He started installing totems that looked like pillars around the village… and surprisingly, no monsters came in after that.”
The outsider who created the territory using the totem drove out the monsters cleanly.
I was trying to guess whether it was his special awakening ability, or a field effect from the business······.
Lorenzo continued.
“The trouble started after that. As soon as the village was safe… he told me to prepare three meals a day for him. That was fine. I thought it was a reasonable price to pay for protecting the village. However, he started making strange demands, like preparing better menus or decorating the dining area properly. Even though we had wheat sacks stored in the village warehouse, the food itself was not lacking… the villagers would gather together and go on expeditions to the surrounding areas to find ingredients that suited his tastes.”
“······That much? If it was an unreasonable request, I would have been able to refuse it.”
“That was almost the case. Then one day, when the villagers were gathered together, someone complained. It was an old man who ran an orchard, and he said, ‘This is not right.’…”
Lorenzo added in an eerie voice.
“Then the next morning, he was found with a hole in his forehead. That was his message. No matter when or where you talk… he has a way of listening, and he’s ready to punish you.”
“Have you ever resisted?”
“I was too scared to do it, but······ there was one time when four of the most famous Awakened people in the village got together and set a trap. They planned to surprise him while he was eating. Two of them were 8th-tier Awakened people, and the other two were 7th-tier Awakened people. The result was······.”
“They’re all dead. He said the restaurant atmosphere was terrible and shot the owner in the head before leaving.”
The atrocities of the ‘outsiders’ are becoming increasingly vicious.
Lorenzo shook his head, as if he was now fed up with it.
“Even before, he was the kind of guy who would always comment on the taste and atmosphere whenever we ate a meal… But after that day, he started evaluating everything. He would criticize not only the quality of the food, but also the clothes we wore, cleanliness, our behavior, and things like that, and give us scores. His demands kept increasing day by day… And later, he even told us to come up with something fun to do. If we didn’t know how, he said, “Let’s do a circus or something…” Does that make sense? In a situation where everyone is having a hard time just surviving….”
The guy was said to have been wearing a neat suit and constantly writing down the townspeople’s evaluation scores in a notebook he took out of his inside pocket.
And it wasn’t just a score.
Anyone whose score fell below a certain level was executed outright, and those who managed to please him were rewarded with good scores, creating a sense of discord among the townspeople.
Lorenzo said.
“The villagers also stopped trusting each other. Just thinking about the murder of the orchard elder… they thought that someone in the village might have reported the elder to the bastard. No one had any reason to do that… but suspicion is what makes people like that.”
“okay······.”
A small Sicilian town that perhaps resembles a small dictatorship.
Now the rest of the story was about how they escaped from there.
“It wasn’t easy. As I said before… the entire village was surrounded by his totems. I don’t know exactly how, but it seemed like he was receiving some kind of signal every time he passed through. More than ten people got their heads pierced around the totems while trying to escape.”
The circumstances surrounding the field effect were pouring in.
That was also a combination of at least two effects.
At the same time as a barrier was put up to prevent monsters from approaching the village, the people inside were also monitored to prevent them from escaping.
The thought that I had to catch him was becoming increasingly stronger.
“Then how did Mr. Lorenzo get out?”
“It was really a stroke of luck. He changed the location of the totems. He had been demanding that we cook him fish for him for a while. We told him there was nothing we could do about it. We couldn’t go out to sea because we were blocked on all sides. Then he moved some of the totems that had been set up on land to the shoreline and set them afloat like buoys.”
A gap in the surveillance network has finally appeared.
Lorenzo and his men cleverly exploited the gap and escaped from the island.
“I dove below the surface and escaped the totem’s surveillance net. I transferred to a boat that had been sent ahead of time and moved around······and ended up here.”
Lorenzo’s spectacular escape story
Somehow a familiar neighborhood came to mind, but what was important to me now was how to get to Priolo.
“Likewise, if you’re underwater, you can go undetected.”
“Are you going there?”
It would have been nice to just barge in and cause a ruckus, but my main goal was to capture the guy alive.
Maybe he could have noticed it quickly and run away.
“Yes. I will go secretly.”
It was time to take out the submarine again after a long time.
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