The Regressor Only Protects Me [EN]: Chapter 90

#90. Resolution (2)

Thud-!

Sion was digging silently when he suddenly flinched.

An unknown sense of unease washed over him.

“What’s wrong?”

Jin Jaehee was the quickest to sense the change in his mood.

Jin Jaehee stuck her shovel in the dirt and approached Sion.

Sion also buried his shovel in the ground and remained silent.

“Are you okay? Maybe you should rest a bit.”

Jin Jaehee spoke with concern, but Sion couldn’t afford to.

The war was only two days away.

‘……I can’t rest. I can’t rest.’

Sion wiped away the beads of sweat and picked up the shovel again.

It was already midday, and the temperature was rising to the point where sweat was pouring down.

Sion scooped up the dirt with the shovel and threw it between the cars.

Every time he spread the soil, he was reminded of his days as a day laborer.

On days when the sun beat down like this, in the season when spring mirages shimmered in the air,

Sion would carry a cart and shovel, working all day at construction sites.

The only difference was that back then, he was building new villas, and now he was building an even more massive car barricade.

When the ogres stacked the cars, the humans were responsible for securing them.

It would have been simple to weld the cars together, but the faction didn’t have that much leeway.

Instead, all the spaces between the cars were filled with earth.

Covering the entire barricade with earth required a lot of labor and time.

Therefore, they concentrated their efforts on the ‘East Gate’ and ‘South Gate,’ which needed to be sturdy.

The East Gate faced Bisan, and the South Gate faced the Third Force.

-Kuuuuh……

The ogre easily stacked the materials that people had gathered, as if building a sandcastle.

In the past, many ogres were投入 [invested] into the work, but currently, there was only one ogre available.

The rest were all preparing for battle.

“Ugh, ugh, huh, FUCK!”

The surroundings were noisy.

On the opposite side, Choi Myungjoon was digging with a shovel.

In addition, executives who had been put to work by Sion were helping the workers build the barricade.

“This fucking shoveling. My back is killing me. Ah-.”

Most men would learn to shovel in the military, but Choi Myungjoon hadn’t served.

He had spent three years in prison, so he was exempt.

On the other hand, Sion hadn’t served in the military, but he was good at shoveling.

It had already been several hours of hard labor.

Silently scooping and carrying.

As always, Sion did his best in the task given to him.

The lord was building the barricade together with the সাধারণ [common] workers.

In that respect, Sion was an example to the other workers.

“Aigo~ Lord. You should take a break.”

“Lord, at least put on a towel.”

“Lord, you should rest now.”

He did his best to the point where people around him were worried.

Jin Jaehee, more than anyone else, couldn’t help but worry.

Several days had passed since the lord’s scolding incident, but Sion hadn’t stopped working.

A great war was about to take place, and he was doing hard labor for several hours a day.

However, Sion’s actions were all being carried out under a thorough plan.

Politics is a show.

Some may say that showmanship is bad, but in politics, everything is showmanship.

The lord’s actions and words had a significant impact on the members of the faction.

When the lord of a faction puts on such a performance in everyone’s workplace, the effect is powerful.

At that moment, the distribution personnel arrived, pulling distribution carts from the street.

The Order Department Head shouted to the workers.

“We will now begin distribution!”

Today’s snack at the East Gate was a special meal.

After taking over the elementary school, Mangyeong obtained hundreds of ‘meal trays,’ making meal distribution smoother.

It was convenient to have plates of a certain standard when distributing to a large number of people.

Three days before the war.

The Order Department Head pulled up the distribution carts and wagons and handed out snacks.

The Order Department Head was excluded from the ‘Lord’s Scolding.’

Because without her, the faction’s life wouldn’t function.

In short, she was at the prime minister level.

The reason why her rank was one level above the Labor Department Head was the same as above.

The basic nutrients needed for human survival are carbohydrates, protein, and fat. Water is also necessary.

The most important order Kang Sion gave her was to ensure that the daily lives of the residents were not disrupted.

In accordance with that order, the Order Department Head solved this problem by placing experts in each field, including the deputy heads, as managers.

From defecation to shower facilities, diet, and citizens’ sleeping arrangements.

There was no place in the ‘living area’ that the Order Department Head’s hand did not reach.

Today’s menu was mashed bellflower roots, rat bone broth, four-horned deer meat, and soju [Korean distilled spirit].

Bellflower roots were plants that had recently been harvested from various parts of Mangyeong.

They looked like bell-shaped fruits hanging from the stems, but their texture and color were similar to potatoes.

Rat bone broth was the soul food of the Mangyeong residents, and four-horned deer meat and soju, which was a top-class luxury item, were today’s special dishes.

Overall, monsters had different distributions depending on their habitat, but Mangyeong was particularly good at catching four-horned deer, ogres, dragon snakes, and rats.

Well-cooked, large pieces of deer meat were placed on the workers’ trays.

The workers’ response to the taste of protein and fat, which they had not tasted in a long time, was explosive.

Two days until the war.

No, in fact, it was already safe to say that it had begun.

By now, the warriors of Dong-an would have begun to move to the border near Manan.

The reason Sion had flinched a moment ago may have been due to the anxiety about the death that was approaching.

The lord facing a great war could not help but feel an unknown sense of unease.

But he had to overcome it.

He had to overcome it and unify Anyang.

That’s how he would meet his sister.

To do that, he had to use everyone here.

“Is Bisan-dong going smoothly?”

Sion, holding a tray, asked the commanders without even picking up his spoon.

The commanders were also working here, following Sion.

And the 2nd Army Commander said to Sion.

“Yes. I will report at the meeting this evening.”

The operation is going smoothly.

The entire operation was planned by Sion, and the detailed operations were being carried out by the commanders.

Dark clouds were gathering.

It looked like a heavy downpour was coming.

* * *

The residents of Dong-an were a group united under the belief of ‘freedom.’

Park Jisoo gave them the true meaning of ‘freedom.’

She rallied the lowest class of society, who had been oppressed, and built a system that could realize their desires.

Instead of saying that the world was destroyed, she declared that a new era had arrived.

Those who clashed and fought fiercely with foreign powers to protect the belief of ‘freedom.’

Those beings were the warriors.

Park Jisoo now gathered them, trained them, and honed their killing skills to dream of beings beyond humans.

Beings beyond humans.

Those are beings who enjoy the true meaning of ‘freedom.’

Park Jisoo’s warriors flocked to the 범계역 [Beomgye Station] pub street.

Park Jisoo took a seat at the central fountain in the center and looked back at them.

The unequal treaty with Uiwang.

The unequal treaty with Mangyeong.

The power of Dong-an, which had dominated the 1st and 2nd rounds, had now fallen to the bottom.

But not anymore.

Park Jisoo will fight for her desires and freedom.

Now there is no eternal evil or eternal justice.

Justice is something that changes at any time by the ruler who holds the world in his hands.

Today. Or tomorrow.

Or maybe in a month.

Park Jisoo will take over Mangyeong and rise as the sun of Anyang.

And she will establish herself as the only justice left in Anyang.

From faction to nation, from nation to empire.

History will be rewritten by Park Jisoo’s hands.

In the 범계역 [Beomgye Station] Rodeo Street, where heavy rain was pouring down.

More than 50,000 Dong-an warriors flocked to the central fountain.

The sight of them packed together was spectacular.

The Dong-an warriors, who were densely packed in buildings, streets, and rooftops, were looking at only one woman.

Park Jisoo, who was looking down on them from the center, shouted while being hit by the heavy rain.

The warriors gathered here were also being hit by the heavy rain.

Her voice overwhelmed all the warriors.

“We are those who have gathered for true freedom and liberation. I cannot stand by those who try to interfere with our desires. Can you leave them alone? They are just puppies raised under the government’s dogs called police.”

Park Jisoo’s voice overwhelmed everyone.

Like Sion, Park Jisoo also had a natural charisma.

Park Jisoo walked through them.

Age, gender, occupation.

The lord’s gait overwhelmed all of that.

Under the heavy rain, her steps were proud and dignified.

No one could stop Park Jisoo’s steps.

She, soaked in the rain, shouted again.

“It’s like a puppy not knowing how scary a tiger is! In the past, we signed two unequal treaties. We lost Hogye with the treaty with Uiwang, and we lost Bisan with the treaty with Mangyeong. Aren’t you ashamed of this humiliation?”

Now she walked into the middle of the warriors.

Thousands of warriors were looking at Park Jisoo.

Park Jisoo began to shout even more confidently in front of them.

“Take back what they took from us! Take everything and make them all your slaves! Humans! Are originally animals. The law of the jungle! It is a natural order for the strong to rule the weak! You are strong. More than anyone! More than any human! You are strong! So! You deserve to enjoy freedom! In this damn world! Enjoy true freedom!”

She continued to scream and shout.

Park Jisoo’s voice echoed through the rainy 범계역 [Beomgye Station].

The rain was falling even harder, and the emotions of the Dong-an warriors were heightened.

“Go! Trample them all and make them all slaves. If we win this war, I will give you slaves! Those who try to suppress your desires are all demons. Killing demons, that is justice! Guilt? Humiliation? Compassion? Forget it all. The world has changed, and we must be able to adapt to this changed world to survive. And I guarantee it! We! Will definitely win!!!”

She suddenly took out a dagger from her arms.

At the same time, she threw off her black coat.

Then, Park Jisoo brought the blade to her temple.

And an unbelievable thing happened.

Chwaaaaa-!

“……?!”

“!!!!”

“……!!!”

Drip…… Drip…….

She made a cut from her temple to her cheek with a dagger.

Red blood flowed down her cheek.

Even though blood spurted out and half of her face was covered in blood.

Even though the blood was washed away by the heavy rain, leaving a bizarre trace on her face.

She smiled at the warriors.

Showing her teeth, she smiled in front of her followers.

This was Park Jisoo’s resolution.

Respect also comes from fear.

The warriors felt fear and respect at the same time as they watched Park Jisoo, who was swept up in such madness.

Park Jisoo showed the lord’s determination to win the war through self-harm.

The lord of Dong-an, Park Jisoo, like Sion, was a leader selected by the system.

She was a perfect leader who knew what emotions her subordinates had and knew how to lead them.

And the strong determination of the lord was conveyed to all the warriors gathered here.

The moment the blood flowing from Park Jisoo’s temple fell to the floor and mixed with the rainwater.

The warriors holding weapons all shouted at Park Jisoo.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Euryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Euaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!”

“Eugyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Euaryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Roar.

Each and every warrior was like a beast.

All of them were enthusiastic and roaring at Park Jisoo’s performance.

Park Jisoo looked around them.

And she was sure.

That they would be able to win.

That they would never sign such a humiliating treaty again.

Ssuk-.

Park Jisoo wiped the blood from her cheek.

Holding the black coat she had taken off in her left hand, she slowly raised her right hand holding the dagger.

The end of the dagger pointed to the space beyond, as if keeping pace with the warriors’ roars. Towards Manan-gu.

Rain was falling on her straight arm.

“……Go and get drunk.”

There was only one day left until the war.

At the same time as her order, the first unit of Dong-an, 20,400 soldiers, began to advance.

The cavalry riding deer began to advance in formation.

The warriors holding weapons began to advance with murderous intent.

The bus tanks and long-range attackers also began to advance.

To make all the residents of Mangyeong slaves.

(Continued in the next episode)