ALL NOVEL Chapter 43
Busan.
The city once called the second capital of Korea.
The city that faced destruction during the initial flood has regained its vitality once more.
“Ah, ahhh….”
“Kill… everyone kill…”
Well, if you could say that’s vitality.
Creating a scene where the not-zombies are roaming like zombies, baring hostility with mangled pronunciations.
The main characters are survivors who had migrated from Seoul to settle in Busan.
I muttered while watching the footage captured by entities.
“Is this Zombie Apocalypse Season 2?”
Those don’t seem like real [Zombies] that would even provide experience points.
The zombie crisis has clearly ended.
Moreover, this quality is nowhere near the [zombies] that first turned Seoul on its head.
Entities were dispatched in a rush to assess the situation by watching broadcasts from the migrants who left for Busan.
They couldn’t delve too deep and were quickly annihilated, so they couldn’t bring back much information, but what they captured and transmitted on camera was still quite useful.
Music.
That faint music flowing from the screen was the root of all this.
Not merely resonating in the ears, but a melody that seemed to shake the very soul.
I thought the [Streamers] collapsing were not under attack but rather affected by some phenomenon.
If not, it wouldn’t make sense that even my eyes couldn’t see it.
So I sent entities,
Each entity possesses silver-grade strength and a fair amount of resistance to ordinary [Abnormalities].
Though the [Streamers] are growing rapidly, the entities still hold the upper hand.
Even if Han Yu-seong uses them like consumables, these fellows are quite high-grade forces.
Well, they can’t hold up for long, though.
“[Musician] huh….”
The previous broadcast’s unnoticed nuances escaped attention due to the chaotic scene and the crowd’s noise preventing me from fully perceiving the music.
However, with this video shot by the entities, I could confirm the culprit.
I also secured confirmation from the Deputy Priest for cross-validation, so it should be correct.
[Musician]
His power.
Affecting the soul….
Not just a physical hypnosis but a [God’s Performance] that moves and manipulates the human spirit.
“The quality is bad. Incredibly so.”
Those things.
They act like [Zombies], but they are not zombies.
No, after all, the [Musician]’s power isn’t akin to necromancy.
“To be in such a state and still be a living human.”
I’ve heard that music has effects similar to drugs somewhere….
They’ve really turned them into something like drug addicts.
“Blowing them all up with missiles seems like a stretch.”
It’s not that I feel sorry for these brainwashed folks.
If I could wipe them out at the cost of a few thousand sacrifices, that would be a benefit.
That doesn’t justify not firing.
It’s just that, as mentioned earlier, modern weaponry doesn’t work on beings of their caliber.
Unless we break the barrier to suppress the [Abnormality], shooting missiles would simply be wasteful.
….
I feel like something like a nuke might work….
“I guess it’s time to hit North Korea, too.”
Well, that’s a matter for later.
But I can’t just burst the barrier like before….
“It’s too close.”
Even ignoring the loss of a part of the city, if I break the barrier and miss it, the central base in Seoul would get blown to bits.
Though the barrier isn’t consumable, there’s a recovery time for a broken barrier.
It’d be different if it were far away like the Vatican previously, but using the barrier that way to protect the central base in case of contingencies is not a good plan.
Especially considering the [Musician]’s powers, it’d be better to leave the barrier for regional defense.
“But what could that be….”
What’s their ploy?
At first, I thought it was revenge….
But it seems too calm in Busan, doesn’t it?
*
The old [Artist]
Those who were born as geniuses of the century, worshipped by humans, and reborn as conceptual beings challenging the realm of [God].
They came to Korea to prepare to hunt the being that had dared to bring about their downfall.
Yes, to Busan, Korea.
“I’m going to kill…. I’m going to kill.”
“Ah….”
Two men… or should I say corpses murmuring with mangled pronunciations.
[Sculptor] and [Conductor]
No.
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[Michelangelo Buonarroti]
[Joseph Haydn]
The horrifyingly pitiful state of the two giants who even left their names in history.
They can no longer be called [Sculptor] or [Conductor].
Since that day they crossed over to Busan, the [Artists] truly fell from grace.
The vanished [Artist] and the [Sculptor] and [Conductor] who died, now manipulated as corpses.
Though they still exist in a demonic form, they are controlled by their own [Music]…
Their recovery will likely never come.
Ah… poor compatriots….
“No, isn’t that not my place to say?”
Cough…
Cough, cough….
Laughter spilled from the [Musician]’s lips.
Despairing.
Terrible.
Yet he was laughing.
Surely, something must have changed that day for him too.
The moment he faced the witch.
His head is clouded.
His mind is hazy.
Yet what remains is despair and hatred.
And anger.
And enjoying all of it himself.
Yes.
“Death is equal for all.”
The girl personifying death and the [Musician] begin to move to spread death.
Beyond Busan.
Toward the Seoul where that man exists.
No, even further.
As the [Musician] re-tunes his violin, a magnificent, grand march echoes.
Let’s scatter the emotions we feel to all that exists.
All the emotions we’ve felt!
The great [Musician]
His performance spreads [Divinity].
Unlike other [Artists], he is truly one who bears the name of [God].
Bestowed with a blessed talent, a living being once dubbed [God] who achieved immortality pours despair onto the world.
He is the [God of Music]
[Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart]
Now.
Bow down.
Praise.
The beautiful [God’s Music]!
Kwaaaang—
Amidst the melody, dissonance intrudes.
Buildings crumble, and roads break apart.
The dust rising from the shock ascends to the sky….
“Is it here….”
The [Musician] gazes pale-faced at the epicenter.
*
Han Yu-seong pondered.
The city where the [Musician]’s performance flows.
It’s those [Artists].
No doubt about it.
….
But why so calm?
Their intentions are obvious.
Revenge.
Not surprising.
Of course, since I wiped out their entire faction.
Honing the blade is natural.
I sought higher-ups to prevent such a situation but ultimately couldn’t find them, so it was inevitable they would show up when their preparations were complete.
The question is why are they lying low in Busan.
Have they not finished preparing?
That could be.
After all, what we discovered was while monitoring those migrating to Busan.
But if so, it raises questions about why the hidden ones revealed themselves.
The broadcasts from the [Streamers].
They must know revealing themselves would announce their presence to the [Broadcasting Station].
Then a trap?
That could be, but….
If that were the case, they wouldn’t have revealed themselves.
The situation was different from when they used the [Clown] as bait.
I would have felt better if I could just wipe them out with missiles, but that’s not doable either.
Then what’s left?
“I guess I’ll just go see for myself.”
Before I knew it, Han Yu-seong’s personal plane had become the exclusive aircraft for the [Company].
From hundreds of meters above the ground, Han Yu-seong jumped down in a stylish hero landing style as he arrived in Busan.
While shattering nearby buildings.
“It’s too noisy….”
“Still, thanks to that we aren’t attacked right after landing, right?”
“Woof woof!”
Jung Seong-min and Lumi, having descended on a large mass that could hold a person, murmured upon seeing the demolished scenery.
It wasn’t just the two of them.
“Boss, you’re amazing!”
“Captain Korea!”
“Whoaah!”
Ten elite soldiers followed behind.
Selected from the soldiers of the [Ordinary Military Base].
Of course, they are not ordinary soldiers.
The experiment conducted on Lumi earlier.
The project that controls the corruption of [Abnormalities] and applies it to humans has finally been completed.
They are the experimental test subjects and the finished product.
Immortal warriors enhanced by the effects of [Ragnarok] absorbed by the [Ordinary City].
Moreover, they are elite soldiers armed with special equipment from the [Company].
Their power level was above that of the entities faced previously.
Swish—
Ashen powder swirled down from the sky and gathered in a circular orb next to Han Yu-seong.
Since it belongs to a facility called school, I made a copy to utilize the [Ashen King] outside, unable to act without the [Ordinary City].
[Ashen Children]
Its power had been demonstrated in the battle between the [Clown] and the [Painter] before.
The maximum force Han Yu-seong could gather right now has assembled.
Previously, I had planned to blow it all up anyway, so I went alone….
“Shall I check if they can even catch me like this?”
I’m not here to take it easy….
But since I’m here, wouldn’t it be nice to tidy things up too?