Chirp chirp chirp
The red, rusted door swings open in the wind, echoing with an annoying tallic rubbing sound and the ramshackle tavern looks like it was built from scrap tal.
The sll of garbage is unmistakable, despite the constant burning of new and unknown fus.
But even such places are inhabited. The denizens of this noisy junk town have only added to their own stench today with the rich flavor of the cheap whiskey theyve been handed by their master.
You son of a bitch, you ask for gasoline and they give you diesel?
Youre the asshole who cant tell the difference, so why the fuck are you arguing with !
Sparks fly as the drunks slug it out, tal shards fly everywhere, and others pick up the pieces in the process.
It doesnt stop them from fighting.
Yeah, asshole, Im going to put so diesel in your car right now, too, so we can fight it out. Huh?
Youre crazy, dont wreck soones car.
Just then the sound of a bell from the entrance drew the attention of everyone watching the fight.
It wasnt a strange phenonon.
A man in a tight black suit and a bowler hat had entered this place made of garbage.
The man glanced around, then sat down at the lounge bar where the Master was, setting down a small gemstone and saying,
Milk.
Ha, what?
Milk, he said.
The Master glares at the man, dumbfounded by the unexpected remark.
This isnt a place where kids co, theres no such thing!
The bald man with the bowler hat pulled back smirks and looks at the man.
But
You dont have a face?
The mans face was unrecognizable, reminiscent of the void, as if distorted.
What do you want to see my face for?
The mans voice was strange as he spoke and his voice seed to co from a face as vague as a moving black hole.
The Master couldnt see his expression, but he could tell he was smiling.
are you a villain?
Does that matter? What matters is why Im here.
-Tsk. Thud.
The man taps his index finger on the table as he talks.
One by one, the others turn their attention to the man at the lounge bar.
What brings you toJunk Town?
I got a job.
A job?
A job to clean up the trash on Jeju Island.
What do you an, clean up trashwhat are you talking about
-Boom!
As if to announce the opening salvo, the man slams his fist on the table, and wood splinters start scattering around.
Attack! Attack!
The Master shouts as he quickly shields his face with his arm to block the splinters, and the other Raiders in the bar start running out of the bar at the sa ti, as if in synchronization.
Eat this, asshole!
Pulling a shotgun from under a table, he pointed it at the mans chest and pulled the trigger.
The bullet goes straight through but the man, who took the full force of the impact without flinching, just stood there, his hands in his inner pockets.
Is that a shotgun?
An old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun appeared.
Its only a shotgun if its this big.
!
The shotgun blasts Masters body through the bar and out the door.
The man exits through the hole to the back of the store, noticing the swarm of Raiders surrounding him, and shrugs.
Youre like ants, you co right back when your buddy gets hit.
Its very difficult for the Raiders to survive in this lawless place.
Thats why theyve built their own city out of the carcasses and trash of dead monsters, which theyve dubbed Junk Town.
The rules were simple.
-Junk to help junk.
-If a raider was in danger, the other raiders would help.
Thats how they survive.
Kill him!
A womans shout ca from sowhere, and at the sa ti, the guns they were carrying began to spew a thick cloud of smoke.
It was a baptism of gunpowder that could overpower even the sll of the dump and the onslaught continued until everyones magazines were completely empty.
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm.
After hours of trance-like grinding and splitting, fatigue finally sets in as the raiders waited for the smoke to clear.
And then.
!!
The man finally erged.
His arms are outstretched as if to say, Co on, lets do this, and he has taken the bullets and explosions in stride, leaving only a little dust on his clothes.
He looks remarkably unhard.
Is this the end of the welco?
He shakes his head as if to say more, and the Raiders flinch and start to back away.
Monster, monster! Monster!
Realizing theyre not going to be able to stop it on their own, they decide to call in Junk Towns finest.
Call in the cleaning crew, regular fire wont do!
As he shouted.
Ehhhhh
Sirens echo through the city and the radars surrounding the faceless man begin to make way.
Out of the gap cos a group of half a dozen n all wearing iron masks that look like theyre made of scrap tal.
They click their tongues in disbelief as they spot the man standing atop a pile of crushed warheads.
Shit, what the hell is this at la siesta ti?
What the fuck is that guy doing in Junk Town?
Probably looking for sothing.
Maybe hes a fixer from out of town. Fixers usually dress like that.
As they grumbled, they were soon thrusting the muzzles of their heavy weapons forward, including the flathrowers on their backs.
Hey, what the fuck do you think youre doing?
Were going to roast you.
At their words, the man claps his hands and greets the cleaning crew as if hes been waiting for them too.
At last, the real powerhouse of Junk Town, the cleaning crew.
Slowly, the man begins to move.
The cleaning crew is wary and ready for battle but the man doesnt seem to have any intention of fighting.
The heads of the nervous mbers of the cleaning crew move sideways to match his steps.
After a while he hopped onto the largest of the motorcycles in the group.
Assholes, thanks for clearing out.
What?
He runs past the cleaners and into the city, suddenly fleeing at the most opportune mont.
The cleaners stare in disbelief as if they hadnt seen this coming.
One of them, a woman, is the first to co to her senses and shouts angrily.
What the fuck, assholes, run!
The cleaners suddenly realize whats going on and start running after the man.
Anger flashes across the cleaners faces as they watch the man adjust his speed, as if hes waiting for them to catch up but then they realize where the man is headed and their faces harden.
Isnt hegoing to the power plant?
The power plant? Thats where we were just now!
Are you kidding , hes been doing this to try and trick us?
As they suspected, the man was running toward sothing called a power plant in Junk Town.
Damn it, soone shouldve stayed put!
Youre the one who asked to co with you because you were bored, you stupid asshole!
There it was, the key piece, the reason this place, Junk Town, was created.
Damn it, asshole, go back!
If the power plant gets robbed, were all fucked! Run!
Convinced of the mans purpose, the cleaners quicken their pace.
As they round the corner and see the entrance to the power plant, they are greeted by stretched guards and wide open doors.
Holy shit! How did he crack the password?!
The corridors are heavily skidmarked by motorcycle marks while so of the doors were open and so had bullet holes in them.
Everything was evidence of a hard breakthrough that made a ss.
The cleaners crew trudge into the power plant.
But
damn.
How the hell did he get here.?
And just as they had a bad feeling the core of the power plant, which was supposed to be in the central part, the Stone of the Thunder God was missing and in its place was a piece of paper.
The woman slowly enters the center and unfolds the paper, and her body begins to tremble.
[White Rock]
The man hoped that the raiders would be directed to White Rock.
* * *
Junk Town is over, can I go back now?
I didnt do much.
All I had done was push their panic buttons and run away.
It was a little dangerous with the tangerine farrs.
I almost got caught, as the Awakened farrs on horseback chased after with scythes and hoes after I wiped out most of the tangerine farm with the Tommy with a mana silencer.
But I did manage to move the four major factions on Jeju Island, so any gain is a gain.
Add in the items I acquired along the way, and it was a win-win situation.
[Na: Thunder God Stone]
[Rank: Unique]
[Type: Material]
[Description: A stone imbued with the power of the Thunder God. It emits a powerful current of its own, increasing your affinity with spirits.]
[Na: Golden Tangerine]
[Rank: Unique]
[Type: Elixir]
[Description: Only the oldest of the ghostly tangerine trees bear fruit once every ten years. It is said to bear only one golden tangerine. When consud, it permanently increases aura and mana recovery rates.]
If you want to find them, co to the White Rock, and Im sure all the others will be moving toward the White Rock.
Giggling at the unimaginable sight, I return to the cathedral to find the bishop and Yoon Kwangsoo looking at in disbelief.
The tangerine farrs and the raider guys just sent out pigeons to see if weve been robbed of anything. What the hell have you been doing?
I said, Im going to go round them up and bring them back to White Rock. Six hours after I said the words, I left.
Apparently, other guys had contacted the church.
Not exactly. I did sothing similar to what I did to the church.
Similar?
I hold out the Thunder Gods Stone and Golden Tangerine in front of her with a confused expression.
Id have to steal these for them to co, wouldnt I?
Crazy. SaHitman. You really stole them, single-handedly?
It was simpler than I thought.
It was a piece of cake for , knowing their patrol routes, terrain features, and security key numbers.
It was weird that I couldnt rob them.
If we dont send them anything, theyll think were behind this, and well have to tell them sothings missing too.
I also received a pigeon with the sa content.
Lets say weve been robbed, too. Bishop, you say Ascalon was stolen, and the forge master has been robbed of his food and supplies. Shouldnt that be enough to alert them?
That whoever takes the White Rock will take these four treasures.
But will they really co to White Rock? Even if you stole them and left a trail, they might think it was a trap.
Wouldnt you co if you were robbed of the Ascalon and told to co to White Rock?
Id have to go to a trap.
Yes, thats why Ive only brought treasures that they must guard, because thats the only thing that will get them moving.
With that, I turned and looked at White Rock in the distance.
The others would take care of the many monsters wed encounter on our way to White Rock.
All I had to do was take advantage of the gap and slit Fafnirs throat.
Have you told the Blue Tea Workshop to co to the cathedral by tomorrow?
I did, sir.
Good, then lets all get a good nights rest, because tomorrow were going on a real raid.
The big raid (forced participation) to slay the dragon was just around the corner.
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