Book 26 Chapter 21

nameless, to come forward

-Simplify

"Ha, ha, I'm sleepy, why don't we just go back and get some more sleep, what do you think, don't you think that's a good idea, Lieutenant?"

Yawning, Mu Mu looked back at the place where he stood, tense as ever.

"No way. No way."

He was a small man, but he was adamant when he disagreed. Whenever the captain tried to slack off, he would strongly object, arguing that it was the job of the 6th Battalion commander to do so.

"Are you sure?"

Ask in a deep, hushed voice.

"You shouldn't be looking at me with those pitiful eyes," he said, "there's an intruder stalking around in your skyscraper, and you're falling asleep?"

"Ugh."

Without hesitation, Mu Ming replied. Zhang Zhiqing, the most unfortunate troop leader in the Thirteenth Millennium, couldn't help but groan in response.

"Stand your ground like a Sixth. And a body, too."

The latter was more frustrating than the former.

"I'm sleepy……."

For him, sleep was always something that felt like it was never enough. I'm sleepy again now. I felt like my body was telling me to go back to sleep.

He doesn't even know why this is happening.

However, even though your eyes are open, you still feel like you're sleeping. You're not aware that you're awake at all. As a bonus, you have no memory of who you were in the past. So, if you know who you are now, you don't know who you were then.

What's left but the external position of being in charge of the Sixth Dormitory of the Macheon Pavilion and the captain of the Sixth Battalion who leads them? For him, this position of captain of the Sixth Battalion was something he did because someone told him to do it, and since someone gave it to him and he is not taking it away, he is only keeping it out of inertia or habit. As a result, it seems that the position has somehow become the same as himself, but for him, it didn't matter anyway. If you took it away from him right now, he wouldn't feel any resistance. He feels like it doesn't belong to him in the first place. But that doesn't mean he knows exactly where he belongs. You're not even sure what you want to do. So you're just grudgingly staying where you are out of habit.

"What am I?

It sounds like a pretty philosophical question, but for him, it was literal: it was a follow-up to the question "What was I?".

Because there is a past, there is a present. And from the nourishment of the present comes the future. These three are a triangle of perfect harmony. They are not relative values like high and low, hot and cold, long and short, but absolute values like heaven, earth, and the regular gods in perfect harmony.

But his triangle, his perfect harmony, was shattered. With the vertex of his past shattered, he was nothing but a straight line with nothing but the present and the future.

Now he was a tree without roots. No matter how thick and tall a tree is, if it has no roots, what good is it? Does it still matter?

No matter how high up you are, no matter how strong you are, what good does it do?

He doesn't even know his real name.

-I am broken.

He was aware of it, so he thought, "That's probably good," and he just went with the flow. The only explicit intention he had was that he liked sweets. Maybe that's a remnant of his past, a past that his body remembers. Certainly when he eats sweets, he is happy. He feels like he's in touch with his lost past. But again, it's a short-lived illusion. As soon as the candy or morsel melts in his mouth and disappears, he loses contact with the past, just like a fleeting dream.

So for him, life was a battle against boredom. Somehow, because he was alive, he kept living. Sometimes he wondered who he was. He thought about it.

In the beginning, he asked himself a lot of questions: who was he? What was his name? What did he want to be? What did he want to do? There was a time when he was constantly thinking and fiercely questioning. But as the decade passed, and the decade passed, the questions gradually diminished, and the fervor of self-exploration faded. Then, even the questioning of one's own existence became habitual. The longing for answers had also been slowly worn away by the passage of time.

I actually like the idea of an emergency meeting, and I like the idea of an order from a commander-in-chief whose name I can't remember. But…….

"Who are they?

His complacent world was shaken slightly by an unexpected intruder. It hadn't happened in decades. Moreover, it wasn't a great attack by the Heavenly Spirit, nor was it an all-out assault by the Hundred Swords. The opponents were still children. That part actually piqued his interest.

"What kind of kids are they?"

He was a little intrigued by the 'otherness', the variables, the things that shook the stubbornly solidified world around him.

"What are they trying to do?"

And,

"How far can we go?"

That made me wonder a bit.

I'll probably forget about it soon enough, but it seemed like a good way to pass the time.

Boredom is a formidable foe, one that can't be defeated. Life-and-death enemies that can make your blood boil just by standing in front of you are no match for the meaningless, unresponsive, boring boredom of boredom.

To defeat boredom, you must first defeat your own mind. But even he, who boasts of being undefeated, has yet to defeat this creature of boredom. Having been defeated in vain by the all-powerful boredom, he must continue to provide it with 'entertainment' as a tribute. If he didn't appease the boredom so that it could sleep, it would rage and rampage, driving his mind to madness.

Usually, he solved that problem by sleeping. When he sleeps, he has no time to think about boredom. Sometimes he wondered if the world of his dreams was more real than this empty world, and if he was the real him. He was able to escape boredom through dreams.

But this time, I thought I could quell his boredom without sleeping.

"Why don't we go see him?"

The corner of Mu Myung's mouth curled up slightly, and the deputy commander, Jang Ji-ok, asked.

"Where do you mean, Captain?"

"Oh, of course we're looking for intruders, didn't we just get orders to do that?"

"You're going to do exactly what you're told, Captain, do you mean it?"

A gleam of disbelief filled Zhang Ziyi's eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, no, was I that untrustworthy?"

"Of course not, you've never obeyed a single order in your life, which is why my Sixth Dorm has gotten so much hate from the other captains."

If it weren't for the nameless legendary jjambap, we would have suffered some very real injustices.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"That's because you're not interested."

"I'm going to do it anyway, because that's what I've made up my mind to do."

He smiles and declares.

"Eh…… can't do it, but if that's the way you want to do it, I'll comply."

There was never anything he said he would do that he didn't do. Once he set his mind to something, he would do it no matter what.

"Okay, then let's go check out the intruders!"

He threw his right hand up in the air and exclaimed like a child.

"Now, wait a minute, did you just say watch, not catch?"

But Mu Ming was already stomping away, unable to hear Placek's protests. Here we go again. Zhang Ziyi sighed and ran after him.

"Captain, I'm coming with you!"

He felt like the most pathetic captain in the Twenty-third.

<Continued from Book 27 of Floodproofing