Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha

[Amkena Side Story Episode 11]

“Oh! I wonder if this is the collection of warhorse statues that the Master has longed for!”

Nihaku entered with her eyes shining.

Then, picking up the warhorse statue placed on the display stand, he started examining it at random.

‘It’ll break if you mess with it…’

Amkena’s concerns couldn’t come out of her mouth.

It was because all five knights, including Siris and Nihaku, looked around the display stand with interest.

“Master, what value did you find in such an ordinary missing horse statue?”

Lidigion is staring intently into the eyes of the warhorse statue.

It’s like having a snowball fight with a horse.

“Maybe there is more to it than meets the eye?”

Yournet smiles meaningfully, while

Siris is contemplating something with her eyes closed.

“Ah~ I don’t know. no fun what! I thought it sounded like a song when you pressed the stomach. Or, in fact, a secret is hidden, so if you do this and that, a combined robot…!”

“Oh no!”

Amkena grabbed Nihaku’s hand as he tried to twist the neck of the warhorse statue.

“It hasn’t been long since I made it…”

“Huh? Wouldn’t it be possible to create a super robot by combining the horses?”

“I can’t make something like that…”

“A sword with no function? Like mega lasers coming out of your eyes.”

“It’s just an ordinary statue…”

“But why is the Master so obsessed with statues like this?”

“That’s…”

Amkena couldn’t answer.

It’s just that Han Israt liked warhorse statues from the beginning.

Each person’s tastes are different.

‘It’s an ordinary warhorse statue.’

that’s right.

Nothing special.

Lasers do not come out of the eyes, and it is not possible to combine them into a super robot.

A wooden statue that would only collect dust if you looked at it in a cheap general store.

Warhorse statues made of such plain wood are placed on every shelf.

“Is it really a sword with nothing?”

“Yes…”

“Ah. It’s boring! I lost my excitement I’ll have a Coke Zero from the fridge.”

Nihaku left the warehouse with a nonchalant expression on his face.

What is left is Lidigion, who is having a fierce snowball fight with the warhorse statue, and Siris, who is in deep thought, and Yurnet and Aaron, who are watching from afar.

“I can’t tell no matter how I look at it.”

Ridigion said calmly.

“There is no such thing as artistry. It’s not made with high technology, and the material isn’t special. Common statues strewn across the street… Ugh! What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry Amkena-nim, Ridigion-nim.”

“I was just telling the truth.”

“Now, the warehouse is small, so shall we go out into the living room? There is still a strategy meeting left.”

“I’m still observing…!”

“Come on Aaron.”

“yes.”

“I still have the secret of the warhorse statue!”

“Let’s drag it.”

“yes.”

Yurnet and Lydigion Aaron disappeared into the living room.

Only Siris, who opened her eyes before she knew it, was examining the display stand with a serious gaze.

“I have a strange certainty.”

Siris said.

“If it’s these statues you made, Master will be satisfied enough.”

“Thank you.”

Are you complimenting me?

In fact, Amkena did not start the sculpture with any particular intention.

I just wanted to reminisce about old memories.

After Pick Me Up has ended its service.

The only joy in her life was gone.

In her gray everyday life, the game of pick me up was a medium and driving force that made her feel alive.

It doesn’t matter if you are accused of being a game addict.

The heroes there were alive and breathing.

In the tedious treadmill of everyday life, which runs normally without any change, the game was tinged with a brilliant light.

Pick me up.

Some say it’s a trash game.

Someone commented that it was a ruined game and that it was the worst game that should never come out again.

But it was different for her.

You worked really hard.

Do your best.

And Han Israt, the hero in such a game.

Looking at the hero, Amkena gained courage in life.

Whatever anyone said, it was.

‘so.’

Soon after the meeting with Han, I noticed that he was starting to sculpt.

Warhorse statue.

The hero was making something with his own hands that he particularly liked.

He did his best to learn and master the art of sculpting by reviving the finely assembled collection of warhorse statues in the gallery of his old smartphone.

How many years did it take?

Amkena, who was only a beginner, became a skilled worker and was able to make several statues of perfectly shaped warhorses.

It was the result of investing all of his surplus money, time, and passion into warhorse pieces.

“What is different?”

Siris looked at Amkena’s face.

A face looking for an answer.

“Actually, I obtained a statue identical to this one and presented the truth to the master several times. But… they all failed. Master wasn’t satisfied at all.”

It must have the same shape.

The material of the tree and even the smallest shape must be perfect.

Loki did not recognize it as a ‘warhorse statue’.

“Is it because there is no wild soul? What is a soul? Are there any special spells or rituals required? Hmm…”

Siris thought deeply.

At that serious look, Amkena laughed involuntarily.

“Mr. Siris.”

The one-eyed knight turned around.

“It won’t be anything special.”

“Then what’s the difference between my present and your statue?”

“…mind?”

“A heart?”

Siris’ eyebrows rose.

“My gift does not contain a heart, and your statue contains a heart. Is that the difference?”

“Of course, Mr. Siris’ gift must have had his heart. But it may have a slightly different meaning from mine.”

“The meaning is different? What do you mean?”

“That’s…”

Amkena was speechless.

mind.

What kind of feelings are contained in the statue of a war horse?

I’m trying to say it right now, but I can’t clearly define it in one word.

‘What was it like at first?’

Think back to your first exchange.

Israt, a 2-star hero at the time.

He was the ace in the waiting room and also a trouble maker.

That hero swallowed 4 stars and blew away even the 3-star set that he had worked hard to spend money on.

At first I was angry.

However, in the mission, he fought harder than anyone else.

Then I couldn’t hate it anymore.

But when I see what he’s doing again, it’s

disgusting

…

Even if you recall, at first he threw down the statue of a war horse and broke it.

To be honest, I liked it from then on and couldn’t stand it.

Have you ever bounced it once?

‘Maybe… since then…’ I

might not have admitted it on the surface of my heart.

Maybe deep down, I thought maybe.

That this hero might be alive.

Thinking like such a delusion.

In any case, the war horse statue that Amkena gave as a gift contains a complex and subtle mind.

It cannot be defined simply in one word.

“Right. It cannot be expressed in words.”

Siris nodded as if he understood what he had.

Amkena said.

“I don’t know if it’s just one statue of a war horse, but wouldn’t it be enough to call Mr. Han if there were a lot of them?”

“Certainly… it makes sense.”

If they are piled up like this, you will surely see them even from far away.

If it is an israat, it will definitely show a reaction.

Amkena pulled out a leather bag with a strange certainty.

It was scattered randomly in the corner of the warehouse.

This should be enough to hold the statues.

The preparation was completed by putting a lot of warhorse statues in such a large leather bag and tying a knot at the entrance of the bag. Amkena and Siris came out to the living room where the strategy meeting was in progress.

‘Operations meeting?’

Rather than ….

Wasak. Wasak.

The sound of chewing potato chips.

Nihaku was watching TV, shoveling potato chips into his mouth.

[How should we view the current situation? It’s already the second day of the lockdown in Seoul.]

Screen on TV.

A special terrorism broadcast is in progress.

The announcer’s question was answered by a man next to him who seemed to be an expert.

[There was a great chase, but they said they couldn’t catch it. Seoul’s defenses, which have been engulfed in peace, are questionable.]

[Wouldn’t it be strange that a biochemical terrorist appears in the middle of Seoul in the first place? Even the military was mobilized, but it’s somehow more suspicious that they can’t catch it…]

The expert man dismissed the announcer’s question.

[It’s not impossible.]

[It’s possible?]

[Yes. It can be.]

It can be.

There may be.

It’s not entirely a possibility.

The expert repeats the same words every time the announcer expresses a question about the situation and passes the explanation.

“Amkena, what do you think?”

Yurnet, who was watching TV in the living room, said.

“Biochemical terrorism in Seoul. Is that a possibility?”

“That… honestly… I never imagined it.”

It’s absurd.

The front and back don’t match at all.

However, if you think deeply, you can’t conclude that the probability is 0% at all. Because you don’t know what’s going to happen in the world.

That was the case not too long ago.

An unexpected war broke out in Europe, and before that, a plague spread throughout the world and a blockade was imposed.

Sometimes reality is more than imagined.

“Wouldn’t that be completely impossible? When coincidence coincides with coincidence…”

“I see. There is a possibility.”

Yurnet gave a deep smile.

“That is the source of the erosion of this city.”

“corrosion? source?”

“The content of the conversation between those two becomes the truth and spreads throughout the city with the rationale that ‘it is not impossible’ as the core.”

truth?

It can’t be.

The people they put on bounties are not terrorists.

They are the heroes of Valhalla.

But that’s probably not what Yurnet meant.

Amkena tried to answer using her feeble imagination.

“So people who see what that broadcast says will believe it? Is it like hypnosis?”

“Whoops. It is hypnosis in a slightly wider range than that.”

“A little broader scope?”

“Is it to the extent that it hypnotizes the dimension itself called Earth? It’s not that you come to believe it, it’s that what they say becomes reality and invades reality. So, it is already true that we are ‘bioterrorists’.”

A very complicated explanation.

Yurnet bowed her head to Amkena who gave a blank expression.

“this. sorry. You made it difficult to explain.”

“No, no. It’s something I’ve never thought of.”

“Anyway, in order to save the Master and return Amkena-sama’s life to normal, I guess I need to do something with that magic first.”

“My life? I…

” “Oh, according to that broadcast, Amkena-nim is a very dangerous person who hangs out with our biochemical terrorists, right? Was the chase even exposed on TV?”

Amkena’s complexion hardened.

It is said that he was wearing sunglasses, but it is natural that his identity would be exposed later.

“When things are done like this, we can just die, but amkena-nim, who remains, will have a hard time, right?”

“…”

“But don’t worry. We are preparing countermeasures for that.”

Yunet said.

It just added one thing to the operational objectives.

to save Han.

And returning the broken daily life of Seoul and Amkena to normal.

“But is that possible?”

“Please trust me.”

Yurnet laughed darkly.

“It is my specialty to feed taffy with such a low technique. Kuk-kuk kuk-kuk-ku…”

The colleagues next to her slipped away from her.

He sensed that it was unusual.

“Then, the goal has been set.”

Siris came out.

“Save him and get Master Amkena’s life back to normal. Will there be any objection?”

Everyone nodded.

‘How do I do it?’

Amkena was not well imagined.

Then Yurnet spoke.

“I guess we need to split the team into two. A team that will nullify the magic on this city. Another team that will break through the dimensional wall and deliver the statues of war horses to the Master.”

“Where are each team going?”

“The first team is the station.”

“Broadcast stations?”

“Anywhere is fine. If it is a place with good radio waves. I just need you to take me there safely. ugh yes Ridigion-sama can help.”

“Why me?”

“Just.”

Ridigion’s expression crumpled.

“Next… a team to rescue the imprisoned Master.”

Yurnet’s gaze turned to Amkena this time.

For some reason, I felt like a mouse in front of a snake.

“There is something I want to ask you.”

“yes yes?”

“Where is the tallest building here in Seoul?”

needless to say

World Tower located in Songpa-gu.

It was a 500 meter tall skyscraper.

Amkenna answered that.

“Oh my. That should be enough. Close enough to the sky.”

“But why are you asking that?”

Amkena soon regretted asking the question.

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