—Cael Lucian
Another day, another dollar.
Honestly I don't even know why I said those words, but hey it sounds cool enough I'd say.
Grab
And as usual, I grab my daily dose of black coffee packed with sugar, the cheapest option out of the bunch, plus it makes me awake enough to stay focused at work.
Stir Stir
Being a cleaner in The Silentium for 1 year teaches you many things. Whether you like it or not. You gotta adapt. Get along with your team. Always keep your guard on and many more but the most important one of all—Don't ask questions.
A simple task, yet one that many fails to follow, humans by nature are always curious after all, it's what allowed us to evolve to this point where we, with the power of technology and tools became the apex predator we know today.
—The Silentium, Cafeteria
Munch Munch
"HeH, did you guys hear? another batch of cleaner were given 'paid holiday' again."
"That so~?" Munch Munch
"HIIII… w-w-what if we're next?" Munch
"I heard some scientists and security guards were caught in the crossfire this time~"
"Tsk. Those kids must've sticked their noses into things they shouldn't again." Munch Munch
Munch Munch
"How bout ya Cael? what'd you think of the situation? Your intuition not ringing this time?"
Munch Munch
"Nah, nothing." That so called intuition is the system's warning, and you see, The system didn't say anything, now obviously I have no clue how 'omniscient' this system is but—It warned me when the Gillman awoke, it somehow helped me regain my memories
It also reminded me on when I had to roll left—But we don't talk about that one, but in a nutshell, if what I'm doing is gonna be dangerous, or if I am about to be in immediate danger, it instantly tells me, and the fact that it didn't say anything, means I'm probably fine.
"Tsk. Intuition this intuition that, ain't matter, just shut those mouth and ears and work like nothin ever happen." Old Man's word weren't wrong, they were infact—The Truth. Sometimes I even wonder are those rumours real, or is it The Silentiums way of weeding out—Remnants.
Munch Munch
Yes I know, it's very much far fetch idea, but maybe, just maybe—What if they had many others who have power like mine y'know? a form of system or the kind and they got caught. Yeah, the possibilities unlikely, but it's never zero.
"Sometimes I wonder, maybe it's just a conspiracy?"
"Well, could be, could be not, shouldn't think too much about it, not our problem, we're just lowly cleaners after all"
"Tsk—Can't believe I have to agree with you on something"
Bulge
"LISTEN HERE OLD MAN—"
"NO YOU KID—YOU NEED TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS"
"YOU SCHEISSE FUCKING ASS NIGG—"
"Pffft—" Obviously it was Eve who couldn't contain her laughter, you know what, at least she's trying her best. But hey, gotta appreciate the small moments like these, that way we have time cool off from all the stress and cleaning
[Attention all Employee : Break time is about to end in 5 minutes, failure provide sufficient reasoning after break time will result in a cut in paycheck.]
"Welp, you heard the big boss, back to our stations. Old Man, we continue this later"
"Tsk."
Step step step Step
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Code name : Giant Beaver?, Origin : ??? Classification : Echo | Epsilon | Gamma
Description : A Giant Beaver that has seemed to lost it's mind, instead of making the normal sounds a Beaver should make it always mutters the words 'Bibeong' 328-foot-tall (100-meter) weighs 3,000 tons, not willing to move nor act.
Containment Procedure : To not engage, try to nicely 'ask' the beaver to move so you can clean the cell, feed it and then leave the containment cell.
A name that sounded familiar for me, Bibeong, but where have I heard of this name before.
[Origin : Greatest Estate Developer.] before turning to [2]
Taking Responsibility is unbearably painful—But Seeing the people who believed in me getting hurt is even more painful.
IT'S TIME FOR THIS EXTRA TO MAKE HIS EXITTAKE GOOD CARE OF THIS WORLD PROTAGONIST
I am the mythical beast Bibeong. It doesn't matter when, where, or how I was born: I simply want to stay with everyone.
Those words seemed to pop up in my head and in a way, perhaps it was to be expected. For the years of my life spend rotting in that apartment. Fiction was all I had. From the western, to the Asians to the Europeans, as long as it's fiction I've probably seen it.
"Bibeong…" The giant Beaver went as it curled on itself, not willing to move, not willing to do anything, for a second I wondered, why? and the system gave me an unexpected answer.
[Based on a possible timeline where Lloyd Frontera didn't comeback, thus—it's current state stems from a nature humans are familiar with—Depression.] before turning to [1]
"Uhm—Can you move?" With a nice wide smile, Eve was trying to convince the creature to move
"Bibeong…."
"Please? we really really need to clean this place…"
"Bibeong…"
"Ah Scheisse, this thing probably doesn't understand shit—It won't fucking move."
"A-ah, I mean it looks kinda sad though…"
"Bibeong…"
"Tsk—Crying won't do shit in the real world, if it was human it'd be long dead."
"Bibeong…"
"Can't it just shut—"
"Bibeong."
"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SCHEISSE—DON'T GO BIBEONG BIBEONG MY ASS YOU AIN'T GONNA GET"
"Bibeong…"
…
"Nah fuck it whatever I don't give a fuck, let's finish this quick." And Finally Jeremy angrily spoke as he left the creature alone and continued sweeping the floor.
Sweep Sweep
And after a few hours the cleaning session has ended, and just as we were about to leave
"What is it Cael?"
"Ah—I lost something, I'm gonna stay behind guys, gonna try to find it."
"Tsk. Kids"
"Well if it get stucks between that Remnant's fur your dead, good luck though, no worries the next cleaning session's just some easy stuff, don't leave early now." Team Leader Jeremy said as he wabed his hands and all 4 them went on their own ways. On the other hand…
"Bibeong…"
Step Step Step
"Bibeong…"
Sits
"Bibeong…"
Right Uh—I know I lied to stay with the guy but uh… How do you comfort a creature like this? Like imagine this, You have an Idol you admire, and then one day you meet them in real life and they weren't as strong as they seemed.
How would you comfort them? I'd say from the countless fictions I've read, I've seen the good, the bad and the bullshits, Animes, Movies, TV series, Mangas, Manwhas, Manhuas, Light Novels, Web Novels you name it
And Greatest Estate Engineer? It was one of the few manwha's I'd truly consider peak—What started as a comedy series, just building, seeing the main character making funny faces and all, then suddenly—Well. No spoilers.
"Bibeong…"
…
"Well life must be hard ain't it Bibeong?"
"Bibeong…" In the novel, it was said that only certain special people and those with the 'system' could actually
—Bibeong
I am King Storma, a legendary beast who created Lake Kapua…
If I lose even one of you, nothing will have any meaning anymore.
I remember those words he told me about yet—JAVIER
IT'S TIME FOR THIS EXTRA TO MAKE HIS EXITTAKE GOOD CARE OF THIS WORLD
PROTAGONIST
…You haven't return. Javier too. It's been 500 years. It was fine at first, for the few couple years. The queen never married even in her death bed. She trusted you. I trusted you. We trusted you—And yet you didn't come.
Why? Why? Why? Why?
…
That Demon King—If I—If only I was stronger then—Bangullll!!!—Her smile. Everyone would've—
"Well life must be hard ain't it Bibeong?" The sound of a man, weak, young, well whatever, not like he can hear me either way, he must've known my name by coincidence.
"It must've been hard, Llyod didn't return, so did Javier."
So what? It doesn't matter anymore.
"The Frontera family probably died not knowing the truth, the queen must've not married."
Indeed.
"Are they even alive? or maybe their dead. You wouldn't know"
Right.
"And then all of a sudden when you opened your eyes, Atermis's nagging must've stopped, and you found yourself in a completely different world—No Similar actually."
How so?—No It doesn't matter anymore.
"So? How many years has it been for you? 100? 200? 300? 400? 500?"
Why are you even trying to talk to me human.
"Ah so it was 500 then? You miss them, of course you do. That's what you fear the most after all. Loneliness."
…
"You hated it don't you? Being forced to work, ah but there was that girl—Bangul? was it not?"
She was beautiful.
"So your entire life, you must've chased her, and then Poof. She disappeared, along with your friends—Along with Lloyd."
"You must've been sad? your crush disappeared, oh but Lloyd disappeared to? Ppodong and Hamang to"
…
"Hey? At least you didn't have to work anymore right"
…
"I guess they were just making you suffer?"
They did. They left without me and never came back.
"So you hate them?"
I do.
"Then you wish that you'd go with them"
I do.
"They betrayed your trust"
They did.
"No one's there forcing you to make forced labor, no one to nag you anymore right?"
Yeah.
"Then thank god they're gone right?"
Yeah—Wait what?
"I mean they made you suffer, broke your promises, betrayed you, so they must've bad to you right?"
…
HUMAN. I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU FOR SLANDERING THEIR NAME.
"Aha, you're finally listening to me huh?"
—Cael Lucian
"Aha, you're finally listening to me huh?"
It was hard to understand him, I thought I would've been able to but all I hear is 'Bibeong' in completely different tones.
"BIBEONG." Glaring at me with those eyes, I wanted to run, I wanted to faint, I wanted to hide, but—In the end, as someone whose read their ending. Their happy ending. And seeing this one being all depressed. It just felt wrong.
"Tell me Bibeong. The legendary King Storma, One of LLoyd Frontera's most trusted ally. Shouldn't you hate them for betraying you? abandoning you?
"BIBEONG." I never really knew what it said, but with that tone, it was obviously angry. It must want to kill me.
"LOOK AT YOUR SELF RIGHT NOW BIBEONG"
"BIBEONG"
"DO YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO MEET THEM RIGHT NOW?"
"BIBEONG"
"LOOK AT YOU, ALL WASHED UP ALL DEPRESSED YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO MEET THEM?"
"BIBEONG" For the first time, Bibeong no longer layed down, instead he looked at me, stood up, the containment cell was large enough for that after all, and finally—He was looking at me, eyes filled with Fury.
"BIBEONGGGGGG" Yet all I could hear was the same words again and again, just with a different tone.
I'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscared
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to pretend this never happened. Why did I even try? I should've just pretended I didn't know anything.
"BIBEONGGGGGG."