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Episode 537:

What can I say about Kim Ki-jeong?

“…Save people….”

I felt like I was going to die.

“Is this a world created for people to live in?”

“It certainly seems like a world created for death.”

“Okay, I said sothing pointless…”

Kim Ki-jeong tried to calm his upset stomach.

A lot of ti had passed since Jeong In-ho and Seo Jang-hwa left first in an unusual way, but I couldn’t tell exactly how much ti had passed. The aquarium with no windows was extrely large and extrely closed.

I think it felt like a ntal hospital like sothing out of a thriller movie.

“Haa….”

I felt like I was going out of my mind if I was just listening to the sound of water in an aquarium with no clock.

“….”

A humming noise that feels as if the brain is being gently massaged and squeezed by a large hand.

It sounded like a ventilator, or like a child or an elderly person sobbing slowly. Is the sound made by a machine or a person?

Or maybe it’s just the sound of water, but the water of ‘Friends by the Stream’ is still as smooth as the surface of marble. How can sound co from motionless water?

“Ugh…”

Kim Ki-jeong still doesn’t know where this sound originated or what it ans.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Do you look like Yeon-seok?”

“That’s right…”

“Child, co to your senses. “If you lose your mind here, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“Then, let’s talk about sothing interesting…”

Kim Ki-jeong, who muttered like that, imdiately corrected himself.

“No, no. Do not.”

“Oh? “Why?”

“The guy who sets the table for the crook is crazy.”

It was crazy to urge a talkative person nad Han Do-yoon to tell interesting stories. At least that was the case for Kim Ki-jeong, who was stressed even by the sound of birds chirping in the morning.

I’ve already been exhausted for a long ti, and I didn’t want to get even more tired.

“….”

“….”

So I just stared at the pure white water that calmly settled without any movent.

“….”

If I don’t distract myself like this, I feel like the sound will eat my ears….

“I feel like I’m going to die…”

I’m suffocating from the buzzing noise.

What it felt like was like soone pressing down on while I was under a warm, humid blanket.

Sotis they hit or pet them, and sotis they just sit quietly or pass by without saying a word. Sotis it feels like being stabbed with an awl.

Kim Ki-jeong reached into the inner pocket of his outerwear.

“What are you looking for?”

“Handkerchief….”

“Oh my, you must be having a hard ti.”

“yes.”

Kim Ki-jeong thoroughly wiped his hands with a spotless black handkerchief.

I wanted to rip my ears off because I felt like my ears were getting dirty, I wanted to rip the soles of my feet because I felt like my feet were being stained with dirt, and I wanted to replace the brain fluid because I felt like my brain was being crushed. But I know I can’t do that.

Knowing that, Kim Ki-jeong wiped his hands.

“….”

Kim Ki-jeong looked down at his hands, which had already turned bright red.

I carefully selected and bought a handkerchief made of the softest and lightest material possible, but it was inevitable that my hands would get slightly hurt from rubbing more than necessary. Kim Ki-jeong frowned as his hand throbbed after vigorously wiping it.

Still, the terrible feeling seed to be getting a little better.

“I’m really dying, really.”

Han Do-yoon responded slyly to those words.

“Maybe I should have brought motion sickness dicine.”

“I’ll have to take care of it next ti.”

Kim Ki-jeong decided to treat this as ‘motion sickness’, borrowing Han Do-yoon’s words.

Because it’s not wrong.

“….”

Kim Ki-jeong, who took a deep breath again, looked at Do-yoon Han and asked.

“So… what is that ring you found earlier? Are you still moving?”

“I guess I just twitch sotis.”

“It looks like it’s alive and moving, but it’s not trying to run away?”

The ring I found earlier did not just give the impression of ‘moving’. When we encountered it, the ring seed to be alive, jumping up in surprise, running away, or expressing various emotions.

When Kim Ki-jeong looked into Han Do-yoon’s pocket, he blinked and then tilted his head.

“I don’t think so…”

Even as he said that, Han Do-yoon took out a ring from his pocket. At the sa ti, showing it to Kim Ki-jeong seed to be intended to sohow distract the attention of Kim Ki-jeong, who was suffering from motion sickness.

“Look, it’s not moving, right?”

“…I see, you were walking around just fine.”

“I think so. “A person who pretends to be dead when they encounter a bear.”

“That won’t stop the bear from touching it.”

“Anyway.”

Kim Ki-jeong stared at the ring that Do-yoon Han was holding.

“ah.”

And I discovered one small, surprising fact.

“…Is this…water…?”

I didn’t notice it at first because it had a strange tallic luster, but upon closer inspection, the ring shining in black silver was completely transparent. The strangely pulsating interior of the ring seed to indicate that it was not made of tal.

Han Do-yoon looked at the ring in confusion at Kim Ki-jeong’s words.

“uh? Uh… Is that so? But it’s solid…”

“In the other world, a ring made of water might not be that surprising.”

“That is true.”

“More than that… what’s written here?”

“yes?”

“wet suit.”

Kim Ki-jeong, who read the outside of the ring, was surprised by his own words and repeated them.

“…wet suit?”

this?

* * *

『I will call this a [wetsuit].

The wetsuit is a ring that can be found only after obtaining a license at the testing center in the feeding corner.

Looking at the records left by other survivors, it seems that they are randomly generated inside the aquarium only if you obtain a certificate. Then he runs away.

Why so fast?

It’s like a dog.

rmaids call this a diving suit. If you really ask, it’s true, but no, we probably don’t have a different na that we have decided on socially. A ring or sothing. No matter how you look at it, it’s disappointing. They gave strange nas to all the real things…. Don’t confuse people needlessly….

I thought they were talking about real wetsuits, but for so

reason

I couldn’t see

them, these bastards

….

The wetsuits are in the feeding experience corner. This is a ring that can be obtained only after obtaining a certificate at a pond (examination center). Looking at the records left by other survivors, it seems that when a test taker obtains a certificate, it is randomly generated inside the aquarium.

In other words, if you don’t get a certification, you won’t be able to find a wetsuit. This is because it cannot be created in the first place. If there are a large number of survivors entering the aquarium, the most effective thod would be to place them in each the zone and capture the randomly generated wetsuits.

Of course, I didn’t have anything like that.

Give

a friend, too

. I’m so lonely. This bastard is so fucking fast.

This wetsuit runs away very quickly, so you have to be careful. Once caught, it rarely tries to run away, but sotis it flinches. Looks scared. These days, even rings are scary. It seems crazy.

Extra

wetsuits are, to put it mildly, cowards. If you want to utilize it well, you need to build intimacy and break down boundaries. The sound of water coming from the aquarium

will make the ring even more distracting, but let’s be as patient as possible and adjust to the ring’s spirit.

Wetsuits recognize those who have acquired certification, but they do not provide unconditional help. The important thing is to break down the boundaries of the wetsuit, and if that doesn’t work, at least it should look easy.

In both cases, you can use a wetsuit, but of course it’s better to push boundaries if possible. If you look formidable, the penalty when using a wetsuit is much greater.

Oh,

I’m going to

cry

because

I have gills on my neck

This

aquarium

seems to have so conditions or rules. I think it’s a bit of a comprehensive elent, but I’m not sure. The most obvious elent is the fucking wetsuit.

If you use a wetsuit for too long, it becos increasingly suffocating. In the beginning, when you take off the wetsuit, you can breathe again. If you use it again, it will be even more breathtaking than before.

Then, the mutation begins in parts that are not easily visible. Scales form on the neck and back, gills form, and strange mbranes form. I think I’m probably turning into a fish. It doesn’t seem like they’re turning into the rmaids we saw at concerts or exams, but it’s really creepy. What on earth am I becoming?

Going crazy.

Save

….

ADD

!!!Important!!!!

Once the mutation progresses to a large extent, most monsters will not attack (but there are still assholes everywhere who will attack).

If you cut out the mutated area, you can prevent the mutation from progressing for a while (however, the cut out part will regenerate after a certain period of ti).

Eating rmaid flesh can temporarily stop the transformation.

The more it cos in contact with water, the faster the mutation progresses (if possible, try to travel to dry places).

(Unsure) It seems that it can return to its original state if it goes outside the aquarium. (Unclear)

When it becos a complete monster, its final form seems to be different for each person. There are many ways to transform into a wetsuit, even if it is not necessarily a wetsuit. Perhaps that is why the point at which mutation begins is also different. What am

I ,

mackerel or

blue fish

tuna?

What is it really?

So people beco sharks and so people beco octopuses. Wow,

is the octopus crazy?

At least I’m glad it’s not turning into a slimy tentacle-type monster.

If you’re a fisherman, you’re a noble person. I would rather die

than be an octopus

. If

further

mutations occur, it becos difficult to breathe outside of the water.

Save ,

I

want to go ho. Why,

why

, why

, why ,

why do

I go ho

. When the mutation progresses a lot, it seems that there are limitations in thinking and behavior.

I feel like I’m becoming an idiot.

I’m already an idiot.

Please send ho.

I don’t want to die here. It’s

too cold

here

. I don’t know . I

don’t know .

I’m scared

….”

-Survivor’s Record 5-

* * *

“….”

After reading the note, Jeong In-ho took it with his own hand. I smoothed my face.

“…Ha…”

I felt sothing hardened.

Song In-myeong, who was holding the door outside room number 10, probably seed uneasy just standing quietly inside, spoke up.

“why? what? What. What’s going on? “What did you find?”

“…I found it. “I think this might be quite useful information.”

“If you find sothing like that, you should bring it out right away. What are you doing there?”

“When people see sothing shocking, they sotis zone out and try to co to their senses.”

“Oh, I’m not even human?”

“…? Was it a person?”

“Then what do you think I am?”

It was so absurd that Jeong In-ho was able to easily regain his senses.

“pup?”

“what?”

“No, because I feel so sorry for the dog… Garbage… No, because recycling is useful… Food waste… No, there is room for use of this too… Fine dust… It’s a little more harmful than that. ….”

“Just put double lust. “Why are you so tired?”

“Fuck you bastard.”

“Ugh.”

Song In-myeong giggled and shrugged his shoulders, and Jeong In-ho eventually couldn’t hold back his disgust and wrinkled his face. I was able to get over the shock of seeing the notepad with poison called Song In-myeong.

The place where Jeong In-ho is now is none other than room 10. This place was probably connected to the ‘Amazon of the World’, and records of previous survivors were organized in diaries such as notebooks and notebooks.

Room 10 looked like a fairly decent-sized student room, but the nurous diaries filling the drawers and bookshelves made it feel bizarre.

“I can still look for more, but… I think it would be best to get this information out as soon as possible, so I’ll leave now.”

“If you’re going to co out, co out quickly. Oh, can you take the paper out of there? “That… paper with information written on it.”

“Probably not. I don’t know what kind of penalty there will be, so I think it would be better for to just put it into words. “I rember most of it.”

“Oh, I’m a little uneasy… How can I trust your mory?”

“What’s insecure is your personality and human nature.”

Jeong In-ho, who was clicking his tongue and putting his notebook on the study desk, looked down at the notebook again with a strange feeling of discomfort.

“….”

Jeong In-ho touched his neck.

It was smooth and had no gills.

“…Haa….”

It was a truly crazy world.

(Continued in the next part)

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