Solo Swordmaster

Solo Swordmaster Chapter 1083

#Side Story 52. Even though he is not the main character (2)

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Jeopuk Jeopuk.

quietly.

He took a step.

From city to city, to ruins, to mountains, to rivers.

The sight of him walking down the street with only his two feet, without using any means of transportation, was so relaxed that it felt more like a walk than a trip.

Nevertheless, he was moving faster than any traveler.

Even if he didn’t have to use a means of transportation or jump through space, his numerous skills made it possible.

That was why.

Traveling around Europe via London.

After starting with Egypt and touring Africa.

He was able to reach his next destination in less than a day, let alone several days.

‘It’s quiet.’

And so we arrived at the place.

In Jerusalem, the last holy city where all the temples in the world exist, he thought inadvertently.

Of course, London was like that.

Just like Cairo did.

It was the same in Jerusalem, where people were busy moving around and working hard to restore civilization.

However, compared to the complex and lively London or the bustling Cairo, Jerusalem had a particularly quiet atmosphere.

Like a funeral.

And he easily understood why.

‘… Of course, of course.’

Numerous processions lined up at various temples, bowing one after another and offering flowers.

Even considering that most of the people were devout believers, including the Holy Alliance, the number of people gathered at the temple was excessively large.

Especially in these busy times.

But there was nothing strange.

Because the procession was not a simple prayer or pilgrimage procession.

-It was a memorial procession.

It is to commemorate the gods who jumped into Tartarus and burned themselves to protect humanity on the last day.

Of course, that was half a year ago.

However, for the believers who lost the God they had believed in all their lives, it was only half a year ago.

It was natural that the overall atmosphere in Jerusalem was depressed and depressed.

He had no religious beliefs to begin with, and unlike other believers, he did not feel any grief or sadness at the death of God.

Instead, I felt inspired.

From the distant Silver Age to modern times.

The fact that most of the gods who naturally existed along with the providence of this world have disappeared.

And about how the religion, priests, and Holy Alliance built around God will change.

After touring the numerous temples of the Holy Alliance, including Jerusalem, one after another, lost in thought.

He set off again.

To the north.

To the north.

The result of moving on.

What he arrived at was a city surrounded by white snow.

It is the coldest of the seven territories of the Seven Dragons, but it is the capital of the Russian Khanate, which is more dynamic than any other city he has passed through.

It was Moscow.

“Comrades, we’re working overtime again today!”

“Oh oh!”

“And because our factory’s performance is so good, we’re giving double overtime pay as a special treat!”

“Oooooh!”

“Now then, let’s begin today’s labor revolution!”

“revolution! extra pay! revolution! extra pay!”

…I doubted whether working all day and night while soaked in caffeine could really be called active.

At least the workers were happily engaged in labor and revolution.

It truly looked like a dictatorship and a country of revolution.

And the source of all that heat.

In the past, it was one of the minor departments, but after the end of the war, it became one of the key institutions of the Russian Khanate.

The Revolutionary Department was busy today as well to support the people’s labor revolution.

“How are you doing, Miss Kseniya?”

“Thanks to the consideration given by the minister, I am adapting well.”

“There is no need to call it a position. Please feel free to call me like you used to.”

“…Yes, Mr. Bachemensky.”

However, it seemed that the busyness was not just due to excessive work.

A man who was recognized for his activities during the Apocalypse War and was even offered to become a member of the Silver Dragon Clan.

In this new era where the Seven Dragons have become the losers of the world, it is no different from being promised wealth and glory for generations to come…

but it seems unlikely that the Minister of the Revolutionary Department will become the son-in-law of the Silver Dragon Clan.

Thinking calmly.

He turned around.

Originally, I had business with the Minister of Revolutionary Affairs, but today didn’t seem like the right day.

So his next destination was east.

Moving on.

Moving on.

Past the snowy fields and grasslands.

What he reached was a vast land.

Seventy-seven countries existed centered around Beijing, where the Black Dragon Palace was located.

However, now that all countries had collapsed and the word “federation” had become meaningless, the vast land was bustling in a different sense from the Russian Khanate.

A clan that set out to pioneer other territories that had become Muju Communities to plant their flag first.

Soldiers who fight with others to occupy a better place.

Or, on the contrary, those who flock around the Black Dragon Palace and eagerly hand out bribes in order to become part of the Order of the Seven Dragons and seize power.

And even the Black Dragon Clan, who cleverly instigated them to volunteer and devote themselves to the restoration project.

After slowly looking around the place, which is particularly complicated compared to other cities.

He headed further east.

Beyond space.

Across the sea.

The destination we arrived at was Las Vegas, a city famous for wealth and glory even on the North American continent, a land of wilderness and spirits.

“now! Have a burger! Burger! “It’s the best vegan burger in the United States of America, healthy, tasty, and plentiful!”

“Why are you leaving out the one with the best price?”

“Because that’s natural, you bastards! “My burger, made with only the best ingredients, can’t possibly be expensive!”

“No matter what, it’s too much for it to be twice as expensive as other burgers!”

“If you’re dissatisfied, eat cheap food! “Before that, quickly repay the credit that was placed on our store, and if you don’t have any money, get out of here!”

Is it really because it is the territory of the Geumryong clan, whose architectural capabilities are unrivaled?

The metropolis, the most splendid and prosperous of the seven territories, had been restored in just half a year, and its wealth was scattered everywhere.

Of course, only those with money could enjoy that abundance.

Rather, that is why people were devoting themselves to work to earn even a penny more.

Like Jenny, the woman who touts customers with a speaker in front of a store with a sign saying [Happiness Bean Burger No. 5].

“Does Little Squirrel really have to be in this store?”

“Of course. These bean burgers are very popular right now. “I’d be sad if I didn’t try it once.”

“There’s no reason to be that sad.”

“The West is heartless. “You are more considerate of your wife.”

And I stood in line in front of the store with a strong bison and a small squirrel who had been on a date for the first time in a while while concentrating on the work of the Continental Defense Corps.

After buying a vegan burger and finishing my meal.

He set out on the road again.

To the south.

To the south.

Across the Geomryong Sea.

The place he arrived at was the only big city left on the South American continent.

Sao Paulo, the capital of Brazil, was filled with the most peaceful and relaxed atmosphere, even though restoration was delayed the most among the seven territories.

What is the reason?

He could tell at a glance.

From drugs like cigarettes to drugs like coffee and drugs like candy and more.

If you look at the sight of passersby working leisurely and happy with all the products sold on the street.

It wasn’t anything new.

During the apocalyptic war.

All of humanity, from the soldiers guarding the defense line to those taking refuge in the rear, quickly became exhausted and exhausted from the endless fight against monsters.

And to support these people, the Seven Dragons Association boldly provided various medicines.

A variety of drugs, from stimulants to stimulants.

Of course, that drug was a special product of the Green Dragon Clan that had been used in Brazil for a long time and whose effectiveness was proven to be safe.

There were no side effects.

Even more so because a small amount of nectar, which can even restore nerve cells, was provided.

However, the ‘experience’ of being able to easily enjoy happiness and comfort just by taking drugs could not be erased even with nectar.

Even after the end of the war, the number of drug consumers increased rapidly.

In particular, residents of the South American continent, who initially had little aversion to drugs, were enjoying happiness by taking drugs every morning, lunch, and dinner.

“Okay, I came here because it’s an inconspicuous place… but there are so many good medicines here that there’s no business there.”

Thanks to that, the old black man wearing a top hat, who was having trouble running the magic hall, was a bonus.

What will happen to this country?

It was something that made me really curious about the future.

Depending on Maia’s wishes, the Green Dragon Clan could pay out drugs based on merit and make everyone work hard to get the drugs.

Or, on the other hand, we could create a country where everyone is happy and comfortable by providing unlimited drugs.

But again, he did not have much interest in the future of this country.

After calmly looking around the South American continent.

I just quietly went on my way.

So…

go the way you came.

Cross the sea again.

Passing through a quiet island nation where a sword master is revered as the last shogun and war god.

The place he arrived was a small peninsula at the tip of East Asia.

Originally, it should have been so far behind in the restoration process that only ruins remained.

However, thanks to Li Qingyu’s selfless consideration, at least the capital where Leviathan is located was able to restore the shape of the city.

The man looked.

In the middle of this complex city.

The numerous names written on the large cenotaph standing tall in the most scenic location.

Shin Myeong-woon, the last president of the Republic of Korea, died after working hard for his country until the very end.

Deputy guild leader Nam Ki-moon struggled to evacuate as many people as possible against the traitors of the Infinity Guild who were deceived by the Starlight Church.

Other than that, familiar or unfamiliar.

In front of the cenotaph with the names of the countless people who died during the apocalyptic war, a boy wearing glasses was making a small funeral.

“Vice-guild leader, this is the artifact you’ve been singing about wanting to have… “It’s cheap these days so it’s easy to get it.”

“….”

“It’s too cheap to be worth my life, but I’ll come visit you often in the future, so play with as many of the items you like in the afterlife.”

One of the few survivors of the Infinity Guild who survived thanks to the sacrifice of the vice-guild leader.

He was watching Kim Cheol-soo’s back and turned quietly without speaking to the boy.

The Infinity Guild had already disappeared, and he would have been unnecessary to the guild members who had joined the Seven Dragons and started a new life.

Still, unlike his estranged wife who disappeared during the war, he may be able to see her face from time to time.

After looking around the whole world like that.

He went back again.

A towering building on the highest mountain on the Korean Peninsula.

Originally, it was half collapsed and only traces remained, but after the end of the war, I stayed there and restored it myself.

He waited in front of the building.

Just stand tall.

Basking in the sun.

Looking at the starlight.

Just be quiet.

When he opened his eyes after remaining silent, there was a shadow in front of him.

“Are you here?”

He was not surprised by the presence of a visitor who literally appeared without any sign or sound.

Rather, it seemed like he was waiting.

I just calmly lowered my head.

“―Master.”

So…

the center of the Age of Heroes.

A place that was the cradle of the Sword Master.

However, the place collapsed and was restored.

The man with the monocle in the sword tower.

Geomgun Lee Cheon-gi, the 14th sword master born in history, welcomed his teacher, the Sword Master.

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