The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

"after…."

Peter, who was walking there, sighed as he touched the collapsed building with his hand.

The remains of the concrete building were simply crushed with the slightest touch.

Carefully stroking his teeth and looking around, there were many similarities.

The glamorous streets of LA are no longer there.

It was full of scars from the dungeon that appeared without any notice and devoured reality and the monsters that occurred in it.

Buildings that were corroded or collapsed by the magic of the dungeon, and green monster blood and red blood were adorning the roadside.

"At the best, I've rebuilt it."

Kurururr-

The rubble of the building he touched began to move as if time had gone back.

Debris agglomerated, rusted, and corroded, turning the brown building into white.

It was the effect of his skill, the timer.

In the past, it was possible to turn back time by touching it in advance, but now there is no need for such a preparation process.

Thanks to this, it was being used to rebuild these buildings.

"Peter. Thank you."

"…Thank you."

The two said thank you.

It was the owner of the house and his son.

My son was a very young boy, about the same as an elementary school student, and he seemed very unhappy about something.

“….”

Peter quietly bowed his head and passed by without saying anything.

He still looked around and the scenery in his memory seemed to be unfolding.

This place is like a second home for him.

He used this place as a base forcibly and established a guild.

It is a place where he has lived longer than his hometown and is affectionate.

He always had breakfast at the bakery across the street over there.

-The bakery was closed due to the death of the owner.

There is a flower shop beyond that building, and she used to greet me warmly.

-She didn't know that she would buy flowers there for her funeral.

I got a new suit over there last month.

- In black that was perfect for a funeral suit.

I haven't been there, but every time I pass this street, the smell of that house coffee is really good.

- Now the streets are full of incense.

Thinking of the past and the present alternately made me feel worse.

tuk.

I felt a small hand hitting me from behind, and when I turned around, I saw the son of the landlord who had repaired the building earlier.

"Mister. Mister. You can fix anything, right?"

“….”

"Please. Mister. Please fix my mom. My mom is sick. Her dad doesn't even think about fixing her mom..."

tuk tuk… .

crying child.

She couldn't say anything.

She knows what the child is saying.

It was certainly possible to restore the body if it was the original timer's ability.

It was also possible to connect it if the body had been amputated and it did not disappear.

However, most of the critically ill patients have already been treated.

And he was in charge of the repair of the building.

He didn't even get any money.

If it was serious, it would have been treated.

"Hey. Where did you go? I'm sorry. He's young. Come on."

"No! I'm going to save Mom!"

"He's real. He's just gone to see his family for a while."

"mom mom!"

His father was dragging the child, and he was unable to say anything.

He had no words of consolation.

He did nothing.

The world calls them heroes who overcame the disaster of Class A dungeons, but this is the reality.

tens of thousands of casualties.

There were still too many to count.

Material damage could be overcome anyway, but the dead could not.

The timer skill was not omnipotent.

Yet no one rebuked him.

"female."

As I was thinking so blankly, Valdemar came up to me and threw me a mana potion.

Peter, who received this, looked at him with an expression of what was it.

"What is that expression? Still, it's hard to use a skill like that. Drink."

"Am I having a hard time with that kind of thing?"

"It's all written on your face. Don't pretend to be strong for nothing, eat it quickly."

He sat cross-legged on a nearby bench and drank a can of beer.

He seemed to be leaving his country, not his country.

"You sit there and you break."

"If it breaks, you can fix it."

"Really you."

How dare you drink beer in such an atmosphere.

He took a potion and drank, thinking that he was a guy who couldn't really understand the atmosphere.

"Ugh. Heh. What is this?"

When he felt a bitter taste in the potion, Peter reflexively spat out what was in his mouth.

"What? Can't you drink?"

"What? It wasn't a potion, it was alcohol? It smelled like alcohol."

"The scent of the potion is too bland, so I mix it up. I'm sorry."

“…is that intentional?”

"I can't. Honey, it's a waste of alcohol."

"It's not worth it."

- timer

easy profit-

Time rewinded and the potion that had fallen to the ground returned to the bottle.

Most of the ingredients seem to be alcohol, but let's call it a potion for now.

"…there seems to be enough magical power. Seeing you waste your skills needlessly."

"I'll recover anyway, but what does it matter?"

- I just wanted to drink strong alcohol.

He swallowed the back words and drank what he claimed was a magic potion.

The strong smell of alcohol ran through his throat and pierced his nose.

Even after taking a sip, he seemed to be getting drunk.

The bad feeling subsided slightly.

"Hey. You drink well. It's pretty good for an American."

"You're a good talker. I'm confident that I won't lose to you even in alcohol."

"Hey. I have to hide this. In my home country, it's said to be on the low side."

"Then do you want to?"

"Aww. The color of your face has improved a lot."

"What's the color of my face?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Even if you drink with someone who is like an enemy who is not a friend, I wonder if alcohol is alcohol.

I felt a little bit better.

So much so that he doesn't care about the eyes around him.

"Okay. What are you here for? You just didn't come?"

"Yeah..."

"If it's a ranking match, wait a little longer. I'm not in the mood for that yet."

"I know. I know. If you're playing in the rankings now, what's the use of doing that?"

Thousands of people have died.

In such a case, there is no way to conduct a ranking match and a promotion match like a festival.

If there is such a thing as a glance.

"Kim Seong-jin called. They said there was something I should tell you."

"Tell me I'm busy. I still have work to do..."

"I heard that the cause of this incident and the true culprit have been caught..."

"Go now."

Even so, the occurrence of the dungeon was an unknown area.

Therefore, if it is not possible to prepare for it, but it is not just a disaster such as a tornado or a tsunami, but someone randomly caused it, you should know and prevent it.

Above all else, the person who committed the crime should be judged directly.

As Peter suddenly changed his attitude, Valde Mar nodded his head.

"That's it, Peter."

- My rival.

He wasn't the same less detached mind he was before, but the one with eyes that could kill anyone.

Valdemar emptied all his beers and headed with him to Sungjin.

* * *

The news of the appearance of the previous S-class gate is unusual.

S-class representatives from each country, including Sungjin, gathered in one place again.

As before, they came to the dark space set up by Sungjin to prevent information from leaking out, and they sat in a circle and looked at the man in the middle.

Others didn't know the man, but Valdemar and Peter knew.

"Yaldabaoth..."

It was the boss monster of the S-class dungeon that appeared in Israel before.

At that time, Seongjin must have blown away the entire gate, but he was standing there.

"Yes. Yaldabaoth. And here I used the name Muramasa Kuzuryu."

"Is that the guy from the promotion game?"

“I remember playing pranks in the promotion match.”

"Yeah. That's right?"

Even though Sungjin hadn't explained it yet, he seemed to know what it was.

he is this guy

He is the only culprit who created the dungeon in LA.

Excited, Peter radiated uncontrolled magic.

Seeing this, Sungjin immediately spoke up.

"Well, since we've talked up to this point, everyone knows. That this guy is the instigator of this case."

"I won't ask why he's here. But give me his neck."

"Ah, I hope you calm down and listen to me until the end."

"Yeah. Seriously. Peter. Timing a monster that can talk. It's perfect for getting information, but you can't kill it."(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"Okay."

At everyone's disapproval, Peter moaned and turned his head.

Judging by the calming of his magic, it seemed a little genuine.

After waiting for it to completely calm down, Seongjin unpacked the information he had so far obtained through Yaldabaoth.

He could say it himself, but it was because the words that came out of the monster's mouth were more credible.

He focused on all of Yal Davaot's remarks and wrote down the information obtained from his words in a notebook.

The identity of gates and dungeons and how they occur.

existence of this world.

The monster's identity and aggression points.

The apocalypse to come and the invasion to come from the world where Yaldabaot existed.

He revealed all the secrets that only Sungjin knew until now through his mouth.

It was because they decided that it was time for them to know.

"Well, I think you've been too ignorant until now."

"I don't know if we should cut out all those who have been researching gates and dungeons."

"Can I disclose this?"

"There's no way it's going to happen. It hurts when a human rights group says something like that. It's better to leave the perception of monsters as they are."

"Still, shouldn't we teach you about the occurrence in the dungeon?"

"I don't think there will be any problems as long as the manastones are managed well? It looks like you need several dungeon manastones, but didn't you say that these are made of manastones? All you need to do is prevent the concentration of numbers."

"It seems like it would require considerable skill to make anyway."

"Then you don't have to worry about spontaneous generation."

All those who received the bills had a conversation and organized the information.

And when it was all over, Peter said one last thing.

“…can I handle that guy?”

It was Peter's Infinity Guild who suffered the most from him, and the country was the United States.

He could not leave the perpetrator Yal Davaoth alone.

First of all, since it is a human form, it would be okay to set him up as the initiator of the dungeon and execute him.

When everyone looked at Sungjin who had been taming, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

"If the timing is not worth it, I will reward you accordingly. Don't refuse."

"Oh, I'm not saying that. It's just that I can't kill him because there's still room to use him."

"A place to use? Did you miss out on all the information?"

"Yeah. I forgot everything. But didn't you hear the most important information? That he's going to attack us from the world..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's simple. Don't you hate living with being hurt?"

Seongjin said, taking out an S-grade manastone from the inventory.

"Why don't you take revenge on a national or global level rather than individually?"

Sungjin offered revenge.

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