The people of the camp who resisted together, forming a human chain to stop the soldiers from advancing, were the ones who truly prevented Yang Sang-gil’s last-ditch effort.
There were n, won, and even small children, all of whom voluntarily joined the chain, and with their collective effort, they managed to repel the soldiers who couldn’t bring themselves to be as ruthless as they should have been.
Also, we can’t ignore the timing when people from another camp appeared behind the soldiers, blocking their retreat and shouting at them.
If they hadn’t gathered people at the right mont and blocked the soldiers, the resistance by the human chain could have been in vain.
There’s also a rumor that n, who had never been seen before, approached the soldiers and gave them orders, causing the soldiers to hesitate, but it remains nothing more than a rumor.
Regardless of what is true, I didn’t do anything during that process.
I only heard the facts from a friend who knew the plan and inford Fox Ga. That was all.
I don’t think I deserve to be called a hero.
Yet, sohow, I beca one.
ㅇㅇ: Who is SKELTON?
ㅇㅇ: Is he from Viva?
ㅇㅇ: Yeah. There was a strange guy wandering around in Viva. Always cracking so weird jokes.
ㅇㅇ: He must be at least in his 40s, right?
ㅇㅇ: Anyway, thanks to that guy, our camp survived.
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Now, there isn’t anyone on Failnet who doesn’t know the na of SKELTON.
In the blink of an eye, SKELTON went from being an unheard-of nobody to a nationally recognized figure.
SKELTON: (The man himself) I just did what needed to be done.
If I said I didn’t feel good about this sudden shift, that would be a lie.
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SKELTON: (The man himself) Predicted collapse of The Hope. Science.
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I relished it, just a bit.
The daily life of being nad.
The life of an unknown user who couldn’t even get a single comnt on anything they wrote felt like a dream from the past.
The reason SKELTON, once an unpopular user, beca a "na" overnight was because he saved fifteen thousand lives.
But, am I truly a hero?
"Here’s today’s rations."
A family, dood to die, looks at with desperate faces.
"Is... is this it? What about firewood?"
Ignoring them with a mask of indifference, I turned away.
"······."
The true hero who deserves praise is in the makeshift tent.
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"Really? What about that family’s daughter? Is her throat still sore? Oh my. She kept saying she would hang herself if she was kicked out, but it seems she never had the courage to do it, huh?"
For a mont, I mistook this person, Woo Min-hee, for soone else.
She seed a little softened, but she remained as cruel and rciless to others as ever.
"Do you need so stimulation? Don’t you know any nearby raiders? I want them to feel the pain that ordinary people went through, just like that family did. Oh, you don’t? Hm. Well, there’s plenty of ti."
Every morning, she would order to report the daily activities of the Yang Sang-gil family.
Communicating with her daily is a positive sign in terms of survival, but I’m not so sure.
Is the heart of soone who reports others’ downfall really at peace?
At least one thing is fortunate: Yang Sang-gil didn’t recognize my face.
"Y-You?"
He vaguely rembered , but he didn’t think I was important enough to rember my na or details.
He saw as a re watcher sent by Woo Min-hee.
The only thing he was curious about was one thing.
"When can I leave this place?"
Yang Sang-gil firmly believed he would leave this place.
"I’m very close to Supre Leader Gong Gyeong-min in Jeju. I can contact him. If he knows about this, he will definitely release . A re Colonel Gu Min-cheol cannot send , the Acting President, to this kind of exile! Please contact him, any way you can. I will personally make sure you and your family, everyone, gets sent to Jeju!"
He didn’t even know who had sent him here.
Well, there’s plenty I could ask him.
About the past, about the present, about my comrades.
But I shouldn’t waste words on him.
Yang Sang-gil is a man who’s spent his entire life securing his position and promotions by betraying others and stabbing them in the back.
As is the case with people who’ve lived so despicably, Yang Sang-gil never realized that he was a betrayer, and that he was doing sothing wrong.
No matter what he did, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing, thinking of himself as a moral person.
Crucially, Yang Sang-gil also had a radio.
Which ans he could easily report everything I said to Woo Min-hee.
I gave him just enough food for a family to scrape by, and enough fuel to warm their bodies for about 10 minutes.
Aside from that, there was no further interference, conversation, or contact.
I simply watched them, monitoring whether they would leave the golf course or not. But I knew they would never escape the confines of the narrow world of the golf course.
Even if the external threats weren’t a concern, the fact that I was the one providing them with the tiniest morsel of food and fuel ant their survival depended entirely on the nutrients stored in their bodies.
That doesn’t an Yang Sang-gil wasn’t trying to survive.
Beeeep--!
"CQCQ! This is Acting President Yang Sang-gil of the Republic of Korea. Yes, it’s !"
Here we go again.
His futile struggles.
"I, Yang Sang-gil, have been kidnapped by unidentified terrorists and trapped in a remote place! I’ve been caught up in the coup of anti-governnt forces! I was arrested without trial, explanation, and exiled here! Please! Please save and my family! I’ll pay generously! I’ll do everything I can for you…"
He’s been sending out distress signals to random channels every day since he was exiled here, except for the day he arrived.
But the radio signals sent to random channels only called for raiders, not rescuers.
A car approached the golf course.
An unfamiliar car.
In the current world, any unfamiliar car could be considered a raider.
I imdiately contacted Woo Min-hee.
Normally, she wouldn’t respond right away, but now was different.
"Yeah. Senior. What’s up?"
She picked up the call imdiately.
"Raiders are heading to Yang Sang-gil. What should we do? They might kill him."
"Well, that could be an ending. Ah, wait. Can you just handle it?"
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"Senior, you gave the oil and food as advance paynt, right? Do you need anything else?"
"No, it’s enough."
"Always quick to understand, you know."
By the ti I arrived on my motorcycle, the raiders were already inside Yang Sang-gil’s hastily set-up tent, causing havoc.
Yang Sang-gil and his wife were on the floor, their son cowering in a corner, and their daughter was being dragged into the tent by two raiders.
"Hey. Didn’t you hear that noise?"
A man with a rifle shouted as he scanned the surroundings, watching the other two dragging the woman into the tent.
"What? What noise?"
"You didn’t hear the engine sound?"
I hadn’t revved up the engine even once on the way here.
In other words, I had co here at a steady 50 km/h and turned off the engine.
The human ear is sensitive to change, but tends to ignore familiar sounds.
It seems they didn’t hear my arrival.
Still, these raiders were sharp.
Usually, raiders distracted by easy prey won’t notice much else, but at least one of them was keeping a lookout.
Today, however, luck wasn’t on their side.
I threw an axe at him.
The axe flew in an arc and hit the man in the back of the head, moving slowly like my motorcycle.
Thunk!
As soon as I saw the axe embed in his skull, I sprinted out from behind cover and aid at the raider with a rifle.
There was only one left in front of .
The other one was inside the tent, beating the woman.
He seed experienced, wielding ruthless violence before even undressing her.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, and the raider outside the tent fell, bleeding from his head.
"What?! Who’s there?"
These raiders were clearly seasoned.
They didn’t rush out imdiately but instead made noise inside the tent to gather their weapons and plan a counterattack.
However…
Bang!
I had already seen their silhouettes.
A tent may hide your appearance, but it can’t block a bullet.
I saw a few blood splatters on the tent fabric before stepping out in front of Yang Sang-gil’s family.
"Hyeon-ah!"
Yang Sang-gil and his wife rushed into the tent in a hurry.
Yang Hyun-soo, who had been sitting in the corner, also noticed what was going on and entered the tent.
Soon, the family ca out, hugging each other and crying.
They all bowed their heads to .
"Thank you! Really, thank you!"
"…Don’t use the radio recklessly. You were lucky this ti, but next ti, I might not be able to save you."
I tried not to look at their faces.
I don’t give my gaze to people who want to lean on .
It’s a habit that stuck with when I was active in China.
Once you experience how quickly dependence can turn into resentnt, you develop that kind of habit.
None of my other comrades treated civilians from the battlefield any differently.
Only one, Kim Daram, tried to show kindness to them until the very end.
When I asked her why, she answered bluntly.
"You can’t just walk past soone in need. It doesn’t feel right. You had a hard ti too, didn’t you?"
It’s thought-provoking that the one who was the most humane among us beca the coldest person.
"…Enough with the thanks. I’ll send you the food at the scheduled ti tomorrow."
I saw Yang Sang-gil hesitating, wanting to say sothing.
I didn’t give him a chance to speak.
I got on my motorcycle and left.
As the sound of the wind swirled around, Yang Sang-gil’s voice faintly echoed in my ears.
"I think I know who you are!"
Hearing those words, I muttered to myself without thinking.
"…So what?"
The cold feeling I got wasn’t just from the dropping temperature.
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"You know? You’ve heard of becoming famous overnight, right? This body recently experienced it."
But what about suddenly having your reputation crash to the bottom after waking up?
ㅇㅇ: Hey, aren’t you SKELTON?
ㅇㅇ: You lying piece of shit.
ㅇㅇ: I can see it now, just like the last post. What a scamr, fuck off!
Anonymous458: SKELTON... you...
ㅇㅇ: Just because it’s a similar nickna doesn’t an you should impersonate him, tsk tsk.
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Suddenly, the savior of 15,000 lives, SKELTON, beca the target of criticism.
I quickly closed my laptop, drank so cold water, and tried to calm myself down before checking the board.
I soon found the source of the problem.
keystone: (SKELTON himself) I’m really SKELTON, proof attached.
Keystone.
What the hell is this?
Wasn’t this the guy always whining about refugees in front of his house?
Why hasn’t he died and started writing these posts?
I checked his proof with curiosity.
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