248 – Extraversion – Continue..?
It was a dark space. I had only seen this space once. I now pulled out a memory that was fading away.
‘It’s time to come back to life. I thought I was really dying at that time.’
It was more than 10 years ago. He issued an urgent retreat order and hurriedly escaped the nuclear power plant with his subordinates.
Boom! I lost my memory of the last roar coming from behind.
The space I faced at that time had this kind of feeling. A corridor of memories that vividly recalls the faces of people who had been forgotten.
It’s not once, but twice in my life, that I’ve been through this kind of kemono.
It looks like he really succeeded in dying this time.
I slumped down in my seat. It was a void with no end in sight, but somehow the concept of the bottom existed.
Then I slowly encountered the memories of Kim Jin-hyeok, a reserve major of the Republic of Korea Army Intelligence Command, and the memories of Uk ranian Army Lieutenant General Enoch Levandel.
A second year high school student.
A boy who lost his parents in a car accident at a young age wandered without a place to go and soon settled down in a place called the military.
From then on, it was only then that the smell of gunpowder and bloody life began.
Korea Armed Forces Intelligence Command.
Also known as HID.
The young second lieutenant bravely took on the challenge with the mindset that nothing could be more difficult than losing his parents right in front of his eyes.
It wasn’t because of absurdity. The beatings and swearing were worse than I thought, but that was enough to keep me going.
In the first place, it wasn’t my personality to keep that in mind, and it was because I thought that people had no choice but to be rough due to the nature of the mission of the intelligence command.
But I can endure everything else.
I couldn’t easily endure seeing people dying right in front of my eyes again.
On the 100th day since I was assigned to the Intelligence Command, I realized why my seniors had such empty eyes.
It was hell.
Hell of loss.
People who are not recorded, not remembered, and simply forgotten.
In all kinds of media, it was common to praise them for being noble and cool, but in fact, they were all people with names and lives of their own.
Is there anyone in the world who wants to be forgotten?
At the moment their lives were dying out, the last words they recited were the names of the people they loved.
The traces of such people.
The voices and names of the people who smoked cigarettes together and sometimes had useless conversations while laughing and chatting.
It was painful to watch them disappear from sight like dust flying away without a trace after blows.
“At that time, I thought I could really rest… ….”
I endured far and rose to the rank of lieutenant. The operation was successful, and the smell of blood did not leave his hands.
I didn’t know if it was friendly or enemy, and I was moving forward like crazy.
“Loyalty, company commander. Ready to go!”
“Damn it, yes… ….”
And then it happened.
Terrorists took over the nuclear power plant. They infiltrated across the dense mountains of Gangwon-do, killed all the personnel guarding the facility, and went on a sit-in.
In the worst case, it was an issue that could lead to anarchy due to civil unrest.
In the upper part, the input of general military forces, which could cause indiscriminate information leakage, was minimized, and the allied special forces, including the special lease of intelligence officers, were formed to infiltrate the power plant.
Fifty four.
One company and large-scale troops were put in.
All six of us returned alive. The nuclear power plant eventually exploded.
However, thanks to the hard work of the comrades who remained until the end, the reactor was destroyed and the country was covered in radioactivity, which could have avoided the worst situation, but it could not prevent the building from collapsing.
In the information company, the survivors, including me, were given a special promotion by one rank. Medals and ranks are now meaningless to anyone.
After suffering from nightmares of the mobilization order dropping every night, I had no choice but to submit an application for discharge.
At that time, I was living a life like a disabled person, collecting compensation, severance pay, and pension that I could afford to play for the rest of my life.
The first thing I came across was Hearts of General.
From the first tutorial to over 10,000 hours of play. Hao Zeman has made it really boring. If you worked hard, the game company sent you an event-type appreciation plaque.
“…… And I never imagined that the reward for achieving 1,000 victories would be possession.”
I thought back to that moment when I thought about it again.
Reality difficulty?
In addition to that, it’s the savior of the fallen country.
In fact, it could be said that it was thanks to that level of correction. A completely geopolitically isolated country, with leaky national finances and weak national power that cannot push even a single rebel nesting on an island.
No matter how much I am a genius with the ability to fly and crawl, it would be impossible without that level of correction.
Because I got along with the great mage who suddenly popped out, I didn’t know the outcome of the war.
The people I know would have been able to turn a crisis into an opportunity, rise above the sacrifices, and proudly take down the imperial flag.
Rumia Bluet, Bell Meyer, Roxanna Elim, Claude Lane.
The members of my platoon, whom I am proud of, and who were ‘those’ who I depended on the most.
Sonny Zeppelin, Josef Lewandowski, Luna Ayre, Nikolai Hilbert, Erwin Ruth, Hilton Kalia.
Not just the officers, but the noncommissioned officers and soldiers of the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion who fought bravely like Rick Hanson.
Orlando I, the new warlord of Uk ran, and Viktor Zelensky and Debra Bennett of the Central Technical Education and Research Office.
Lanister Cale made a breakthrough in successfully stopping the civil war.
All of the members of the new war department and the newly born Uk ranian military who quickly put an end to the chaotic political situation after the civil war and diligently prepared for the next one.
Although not a soldier, Sara Ronald of the Wilson Times Reporting Department did her best as a journalist and left a decisive blow in the victory of Uk ran.
And it didn’t last until the end—but at the same time, I thought of the many sacrificed spirits that served as the cornerstone and pillar to save the ruined country.
Yes, I said it wrong.
It wasn’t just because of the characteristics of the Savior of the Ruined Kingdom. It was only possible because I had comrades who believed in me and followed me.
I turned my head. I can’t remember their faces or names, but there were a lot of people standing right behind me, neatly dressed in navy blue Uk ranian military uniforms.
It’s as if they’re escorting me on my way.
I slowly got up from my seat. It’s been a while since I’ve been craving cigarettes, but I can’t find anything like cigarettes even when I search my pockets.
“If you go to the possessor’s perk, it’s okay to have a cigarette, right?”
I shouted into the void. Then, as if in complete contrast to the black space, a pure white box appeared.
That’s it.
It was a system window.
[Amid an irresistible fate, you have firmly defended a small principality on the outskirts. The empire that was the most threatening enemy has collapsed, and now no country in the world will be able to look down on the Uk ranians who have proven their strength.]
Magnificent background music and narration.
I just stared blankly at the window, feeling a shiver running through my body.
You did it.
Really those kids. They did it
But the narration did not stop. As if the magnificent background music was cut off artificially, it cut off.
A beeping sound came to my ears as if I had been caught in an error.
[But you didn’t complete your goal. The world is still at war, and Uk ran’s future remains uncertain.]
You didn’t complete your goal?
[Your country is still in need.]
Instantly, the black space was filled with bright light. It is the very light I saw when I was first brought here.
[CONTINUE?]
A single line of text stands out. I can still hear the beeping in my ears.
Maybe.
If you don’t choose here and now, you might be able to find the rest you’ve been longing for.
But.
-Don’t go, please. You really didn’t have to do this. After saving me from death, you’re not walking into death with your own feet!!
With the pink-haired aviator who struggled to hold onto my arm, her fern-like hand trembling.
-Enoch, I love you. I will never forget you. I would definitely like to come back, but if not, please wait up there first this time.
The red-eyed medical officer who pretended to be calm and cried silently as soon as he embraced him.
-Come back, division commander. As always, I’ll be waiting here.
I thought of the adjutant with a kind voice that I couldn’t even say goodbye because I didn’t have the confidence to face him.
The people I owe.
And the people I should be responsible for.
I remember the three women who tried to turn away, turned their heads and hurt them with unmanly excuses.
I didn’t mean to abandon them.
I couldn’t do it, so I threw it hard.
Because I’m not supposed to be here. Because the war isn’t over yet. Because I can’t get caught up in my personal feelings. A country that will crumble someday can’t keep them shining brightly in the arms of a man.
But if given another chance.
If only we could meet them again under the victorious motherland.
I could do anything.
A bond that blossomed in a life that was painted over with blood and separation. The treasures of life that I thought about wanting to draw a future together for the first time.
Beep.
Beep.
“Of course not.”
I vomited out a word and stretched out my hand toward the letter that appeared in front of me.
Now then.
Beep, beep, beep.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
“I live! You finally came back to consciousness!”
“Doctor, call the doctor!!! Call all the blue mages too!”
I woke up from an unfamiliar ceiling.
