Ubermensch – Chapter 139

Chapter 139

The loser dusted himself off and stood on his own two feet, but the victor couldn’t even rise with his own strength.

Mason had won without harming the chairmen of the 12 Korean Labor Unions. Even though he had become completely battered while defeating them.

It was an act that resonated beyond a sense of defeat.

“…Let’s go.”

The gates of Mars City, which they had been staring at for so long, opened with ridiculous ease, revealing everything inside.

‘It was real. It really was…’

Confusion and chaos overflowed within the people. Seeing this, the members of the Korean Provisional Government and the 12 Korean Labor Unions realized.

‘…The world is about to end.’

It was then that they encountered their hated enemy, the Blood Sword Witch, Seo Yeonhee.

Facing the leaders of the Korean Provisional Government and the 12 Korean Labor Unions amidst a biting tension, she silently led them to the basement of the tower.

In the blood-soaked pool of the bloody basement, they saw the Soldier.

A pure white machine, beautiful even.

That machine, like a divine statue…was designed with an unimaginable level of scientific power and forged with unbelievable technological skill.

They looked back and forth between Seo Yeonhee and the Soldier, and finally had to admit with bitter hearts.

That Mason, and…Seo Yeonhee, were right.

What followed happened swiftly.

An armistice agreement was reached. The promise to not fight, at least until the people were evacuated to a safe place, was practically the end of the war.

A section of Mars City was allocated for the Korean Provisional Government and the labor union members, and messengers, utilizing their Lightness Skill, ran out to summon those who remained.

People became united.

Only in the face of destruction.

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Mason lay in bed.

“Ugh…”

As he struggled to regain consciousness, Seo Yeonhee sat by his bedside.

“Oztalon. Are you feeling any better?”

“My mind is clear, but I can’t move my body.”

“Is it because of your spine?”

“No.”

Mason gave a wry smile.

“Because of the bandages.”

His entire body was wrapped in bandages.

Modern medicine, that is, the medical arts of the Murim world, couldn’t heal many of his wounds, so all they could do was wrap him in bandages.

‘Even so, they wrapped me up too tightly…’

Mason grumbled.

“Could you loosen the bandages?”

“Yes.”

Seo Yeonhee’s delicate hands slowly and carefully unwrapped the bandages that bound Mason.

“How is your body? Would you like some Spirit Medicine?”

“I’m fine. I just need to eat a lot.”

Mason unconsciously tried to sit up and groaned at the pain in his lower back.

“Ugh…”

“It’s best not to push yourself.”

Mason asked quietly.

“How are the people?”

“They have accepted a precarious peace. Whether this will become a lasting peace or a fleeting whim depends on how people act from now on.”

“I see…”

Seo Yeonhee smiled softly.

“I’m not trying to downplay Oztalon’s contribution. You made them put aside a century-long grudge, which is definitely a miracle.”

“I wasn’t fishing for compliments.”

“But there’s no harm in receiving praise, is there?”

“No.”

Seo Yeonhee looked relaxed.

That appearance…was unfamiliar.

The Seo Yeonhee that Mason remembered was always a sharp woman. A woman who honed herself as sharply as a shard of broken glass.

And Heavenly Demon Seo Yeonhee was a woman who suited a sorrowful expression. As someone who carried the unbearable burden of the world, she had a tired and weary look in her eyes.

But not now.

Seo Yeonhee’s eyes were sparkling, and her expression was peaceful.

Mason smiled faintly.

It was a victory he had achieved.

It was something he had won by fighting against fate, against a century-long grudge.

Mason was happy.

“How are the preparations for the dimensional shift going?”

“We are gathering those who are in hiding. Once they arrive, preparations will be complete.”

“We need to send someone to Namsan as well. There’s a man named Sung Kijun, the Martial God…”

“I know him. The one who made a vow of non-violence, right?”

“…Uh, yeah. He’s with the Queen Mother of the West.”

“The Queen Mother of the West.”

She was one of Seo Yeonhee’s greatest rivals.

Seo Yeonhee chuckled bitterly.

“I don’t know who to send as a messenger.”

“Send Pacheonshinma.”

“…? Did Deroa know the Queen Mother of the West?”

Instead of answering, Mason just smiled.

He changed the subject.

“Tell the people they don’t need to prepare any furniture or belongings. They don’t need gold or jewels either. Just tell them to prepare personal items with sentimental value, like souvenirs or heirlooms.”

“Alright.”

Seo Yeonhee answered, then asked,

“But, do we not need those things in the world we’re going to?”

“You’ll be surprised when we get there.”

Mason paused for a moment before speaking.

“Do you like cats by any chance?”

“Yes.”

Seo Yeonhee smiled gently.

“They’re cute, cats. How adorable they are when they meow.”

“It’s best not to touch cat-shaped statues carelessly…”

“…?”

While people gathered one by one, Mason ate and drank a lot. As his body recovered rapidly, Mason had many conversations with people.

He also had many conversations with the President.

He wanted to gather information about the world they were going to. Not for personal curiosity, but to share with the people and prepare them.

Mason shared everything he knew with them.

While the President and the 12 Korean Labor Unions wanted information, Seo Yeonhee wanted to talk to Mason.

“What was the world you lived in like?”

“A world where you could do anything you wanted.”

“How was it?”

“I was happy.”

A world where you could dream without any fear or anxiety. That world, where malice and desire were castrated, was a nostalgic home for Mason.

“I’ve been told by others that it’s a crazy world.”

However, that world was also the one that gave birth to the Destroyer.

The toys they created became the Destroyer’s legion, and the technologies they developed became the Destroyer’s powers.

A dimension where a single person’s corruption could threaten the entire universe.

Now, he could understand why people called it a crazy world.

“Someday, I want to show you too.”

Seo Yeonhee smiled.

“I hope that day comes. A day when we can walk to the edge of the world without any worries or concerns.”

“Yes. That day will surely come…”

At that moment, Mason made a subtle expression.

“…The edge of the world?”

“Didn’t you know? The world is shaped like a flat plate. A big, round disc.”

“…”

Mason realized.

‘Ah, this is the Middle Ages.’

Astronomy would also be at a medieval level.

After a moment of contemplation, Mason said with a smile,

“Not all worlds are like that…”

“Really?”

Seo Yeonhee smiled.

“I want to see other worlds too. There must be square worlds and triangular worlds, right?”

“There could be.”

Seo Yeonhee’s eyes were sparkling with curiosity. Mason couldn’t bring himself to break her girlish heart and just laughed.

“Yes. Let’s go see them when we have the chance.”

Meanwhile, people continued to gather one by one.

“Greetings, Queen Mother of the West.”

“Greetings, Heavenly Demon.”

Seo Yeonhee and the Queen Mother of the West greeted each other with subtle expressions, and Pacheonshinma, who stood between them, glanced at Mason with a sullen look.

It was a sign to keep his mouth shut.

With them as the last, all those who were to evacuate had gathered.

The number was roughly tens of thousands. Too small a number for the population of a world, but too many to prepare and evacuate within 72 hours.

“Alright. Then…”

Mason put on the communicator.

Then, Nodens’s avatar appeared before Mason.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“I’m warning you, once the gate is open, there’s no turning back. Are you truly ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Good.”

As Nodens drew a circle in the air, a dimensional gate was created.

“Begin the evacuation. And prepare.”

“Prepare for what?”

“The Destroyer’s angel.”

At that moment.

The ground shook, and a pure white flash of light shot up into the sky from the basement of the tower.

Amidst flying debris and splattered blood, the white-painted divine statue revealed its functional grandeur.

“Soldier…!”

The Soldier’s eyes weren’t blinking with an error message. They were shining with a clear and distinct red color.

The moment Nodens opened the dimensional gate, the Destroyer had also become aware of this dimension. It seemed he had given a direct order to the Soldier, which was in autonomous mode.

To slaughter everything alive.

“Heavenly Demon Christ! Protect us!”

People screamed and panicked.

But Mason shouted like thunder.

“Don’t be afraid! Don’t be afraid and evacuate!”

Mason glared at the Soldier.

The Barbarian was a downgraded version of the Soldier. A minor copy, a biological conversion of the technology used for the Soldier.

He couldn’t fight and win against the Soldier.

“We’ll protect you!”

At that moment, hundreds of luminous objects were launched from the Soldier’s body. Plasma bullets.

An attack capable of slaughtering all tens of thousands gathered there.

The range was too wide for Mason to block alone.

If he were alone.

“Serious God!”

Simultaneously with Mason’s roar, another machine emerged from the dimensional gate open in the air.

A machine resembling the Soldier, but painted black and red, with a sinister appearance. A machine created by the fusion of future science and divine power. The Champion.

“Energy Blaster!”

As Mason shouted, the Champion extended its hand.

At that moment, hundreds of red luminous objects were launched from the Champion’s body. Divine Power bullets.

Ratatatatatatat!

As chain explosions occurred in the air, Mason threw himself towards the Champion.

Boarding the Champion, Mason gripped the controls.

“Remaining energy?”

It was due to using most of the onboard energy for the solo dimensional shift.

“Soldier’s remaining energy?”

The Champion’s performance itself was superior, but there was a significant difference in remaining energy.

However, Mason grinned.

“A suitable handicap!”

Both the Soldier and the Champion were manned weapons, but their performance decreased when a person actually boarded them. To prevent burdening the pilot with gravitational acceleration, mobility was reduced, and a weak point called the cockpit, which didn’t originally exist, was created.

But Mason looked at the Soldier with a confident expression.

Mason was superhuman, a Barbarian.

However, that was only from the perspective of modern humans.

In the 28th century, Mason’s specialty was piloting.

Airplanes, spaceships, and manned weapons.

In his Barbarian state, Mason could control the pinnacle of future science without any performance degradation.

“Let’s go, Serious God!”

Mason roared.

“We’ll protect the people!”