[Main Scenario #4 - Flag Struggle]
Category: Main
Difficulty: C
Clear Conditions:
Every station possesses a 'Flag' that can occupy a 'Flagpole'.
(*Only the 'Representative' of the station can possess the Flag.)
You must protect the 'Flagpole' from groups of other stations. If another group's Flag is planted in the 'Flagpole' within the station, the station is taken away, and the treatment of the group that lost the station is decided by the group that occupied the 'Flagpole'.
You can plant a 'Flag' in the 'Flagpole' of another station. The authority to plant a Flag belongs only to the 'Representative' of each station, and if the Representative dies due to armed conflict in the process, the authority of 'Representative' is transferred to the person who picks up the Flag first. If the 'Flag' is taken by a group from another station, the treatment of the group that lost the Flag is decided by the group that took the Flag.
You must occupy the 'Flagpole' of the 'Target Station' within the designated time limit. If you fail to do so, all your group members will die.
The 'Target Station' your group must occupy is [Seoul Station].
Time Limit: 12 days
Reward: 2,000 Coins
Failure: ???
"…Ugh, uh-euk. Kgh, aaaaaak…."
"…."
Gritting his teeth, he desperately tries to protect the Flag, but after I trample him down hard once again, he goes limp and stops moving.
[You have obtained the Flag of the 'Sinsa Group'.]
[Your 'Red Flag' evolves into a 'Navy Flag'.]
[Your 'Red Flag' absorbs the accumulated achievements of the 'Red Flag'.]
[The remaining group members of the 'Sinsa Group' have become Wanderers.]
Is it a Navy Flag after the Red Flag?
Ignoring the members of the Sinsa Group lightly, who have become Wanderers and are trembling in anxiety that they might die soon, I checked the subway line map.
"To depart right away…, there's more blood on me than I thought."
My clothes too.
Since they are the clothes I've been wearing since the scenario started, they are worn out completely and covered in blood.
The word 'rag' fits them perfectly. Why on earth is it like this?
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire', complains that it's because you kill everything you see indiscriminately.]
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire', argues, asking if you can show mercy even just once.]
"…If you're going to send messages just to complain, why don't you give me new clothes instead?"
[Constellations of the Absolute Good alignment are astonished by your remark.]
[Constellations of the Absolute Evil alignment burst into laughter at your remark.]
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire', fumes and tells you to take this and get lost.]
"Uup!"
Along with the message, something hits my face directly.
What hit my face directly was none other than clothes. A white dress shirt and black pants that you could see anywhere.
"If possible, you should have given me a black dress shirt."
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire', fumes at your attitude and howls for you to give it back!]
"Ah, noisy."
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire'—]
I brushed aside the continuously updating sponsorship messages with a hand gesture and went straight into the bathroom to change.
Is it because they are new clothes? I don't know why, but smelling a cozy scent might just be my imagination.
"Hmm, the size fits roughly."
If they were big, I could just cut them with 'Dismantle', but if they were small, there was nothing I could do.
But fortunately, the clothes given to me by the Demon-like something Constellation fit perfectly, to the point where I wondered if she knew my size.
It's probably a coincidence.
"Well, anyway, shall we really head to the next station now."
If possible, it would be nice if the next station also has a base, or if some decent guys attack me on the way.
"E, excuse me…."
"…Mm?"
Just as I was about to move my feet.
Someone blocked my path.
"What is it? I clearly said I don't accept group members."
"C-Could you please reconsider just once…!!"
"Even if I reconsider, it doesn't change. Please hurry and join the other Wanderers."
Long straight black hair, a slender body, and trembling pupils.
A woman who looks like a small animal standing in front of a predator.
She was someone who naturally brought to mind the phrase 'sickly beautiful girl', but in a ruined world, such an existence is merely a burden.
"I, I! I can really be helpful! So please don't abandon me…."
"…."
Even as I tried to ignore her and pass by, the woman blocked me while trying hard to calm her trembling hands.
She looks so precarious that she might burst into tears if I just tap her.
[Several Constellations admire, saying that a romance atmosphere can occur even on this side.]
…Romance? Shut up a bit.
"Ha. Well, fine. How can you be helpful to me?"
If she spouts bullshit like dedicating her body and mind to serve me, I'll kindly fire a 'Dismantle'.
—Is what I thought.
"…I, I! I know how to cook! Cooking!"
"…Cooking, you say?"
I was flustered for a moment because she suggested something quite necessary than I thought.
Cooking, cooking….
Since the scenario started, I haven't had a proper meal. The food I ate was only canned food, triangular gimbap (samgak-gimbap), and chocolate bars.
Perhaps that's why, from the moment she mentioned the word 'cooking', my mind leaned towards recruiting her.
But first of all.
"How can you do it?"
"…If I show you, will you accept me as a companion?"
"No, if you serve me a single dish right before my eyes, I will accept."
"…Okay!"
The woman smiles, saying she accepts that proposal.
At such a bold appearance, I ended up flustered once again.
What kind of confidence is that? Does she think I've never attempted cooking even once?
"T-Then, could I ask you to procure the ingredients?"
"Procure ingredients? What do you need?"
"I just need one Mole Cricket!"
"…That much is easy."
I rummaged through my bosom and took out a small box.
A box called an Item Box that I obtained quite coincidentally while killing people who attacked me while occupying several stations before arriving at Dongjak Station.
"Mole Cricket…. Ah, this one."
When I touched the Item Box, a blue window appeared before my eyes.
I looked through the various things inside the blue window, found a corpse, and took it out as is.
-Thud!
"H-Hiiiik…!!! H-How did you do that?!"
"It's a secret. More importantly, please start cooking quickly."
With a dull sound, the Mole Cricket falls from midair.
It is very fresh without any decay, just as it was when I first killed it.
Was that scene quite surprising? The woman in front of me swallowed her saliva, rummaged through her bosom to take something out, and then ignited it.
-Click!
-Fwoosh—!!
….
Fascinating. Blue flames? How on earth does that work?
"Ee, eek…."
"…What are you doing?"
"I, I…, um, I need to cut this, but it doesn't cut well…."
"…Dismantle (解)."
With a seo-geok-! sound, the Mole Cricket is roughly butchered.
At that sudden sight, the woman falls over making a dispirited sound like "Heue?".
…How on earth did this person survive until the fourth scenario?
"Here you go."
"T-Thank youuu…."
"Don't mention it."
Receiving the Mole Cricket leg from me, she concentrates fully while cooking it in various directions over the item emitting blue flames.
The Mole Cricket leg cooking with a sizzling sound.
The Mole Cricket leg she was holding looked extremely appetizing, to the point where I could tell how delicious it would be just by smelling it.
"This, originally if you just cook it with fire, poison remains in the meat. But if you cook it with a Magic Power Stove like this, there's no problem!"
"Is that so?"
[A few Constellations drool.]
[Several Constellations nod, saying they also know that taste.]
[The Constellation, 'Demonic Judge of Fire', eyes sparkle, saying Mole Cricket legs always look delicious.]
[The Constellation, 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband', swallows saliva, saying tonight's dinner is Mole Cricket legs.]
"…Here, it's done! Please take it!"
"…Thank you."
"Don't mention it!"
The woman smiling brightly and handing me the appetizingly cooked Mole Cricket leg.
However, I couldn't easily take the leg from such a woman.
-Growl….
"…Ah, aaah…!!"
"…."
I don't know if the timing is good or bad.
But because a sound of undeniable magnitude came from her stomach.
"Were you very hungry?"
"N-No! I, I'm not hungr…."
-Growl…!!
"…Ah, awoo…."
"…."
The woman blushing, dropping her head, and clutching her stomach.
Well, thinking it's none of my business whether she starved until now or not, I took a bite of the Mole Cricket leg as is.
"…!!"
The Mole Cricket leg tearing with a ripping sound.
Appropriate greasiness and juice. The Mole Cricket leg meat was so delicious that it put any beef I had ever eaten to shame.
"Is, is it delicious…?"
"Yes, it's delicious. The best among the things I've eaten so far."
"T-That's a relief…!!"
With those words, the woman smiles brightly like a fool once again.
She must be hungry enough. Even though I am holding meat right in front of her eyes.
….
"Dismantle (解)."
With a seo-geok-! sound, the Mole Cricket leg is cut exactly in two.
I handed the part of the Mole Cricket leg I hadn't bitten to the woman who was sitting down an