Wasteland Echoer

"Uh, it should be okay, thank you for your concern." Wright said perfunctorily, but his tone was very cautious.

He leaned on a cushion composed of two layers of large white pillows, reclining in a slightly weak posture facing Moros.

"We humans are really pitiful. There is no hope in the endless wasteland, and we have to face the threat of survival all the time. Everyone is trying to survive, but the result is often failure that we cannot predict." Mo Mo Ross looked up at the white wall and said in a pretentious tone.

"Haha." Wright laughed twice, looking ahead with empty eyes silently, without saying a word.

It wasn't because he was infected by Moros' profound words full of philosophy, but because he touched the red magic power two days ago and saw the "human face" composed of red lines, which left a mental impact.

After all, the god's substitute in the dream didn't clearly tell Wright how to use the red magic source power.

Moreover, in the past two days, he had been feeling an extreme sense of exhaustion after the magical and spiritual power in his body was drained away.

To put it simply, it means that you are out of blue and intimidated.

For two days, when Wright opened and closed his eyes, in addition to the constant replacement of infusion tubes and medicine bottles, there was also the stinging sensation of needles being inserted into his hands from time to time.

Although he had made up his mind to explore this magical, wonderful, extraordinary, seductive and fantastic wasteland world, he had to pay special attention to the dark, dirty, and filthy things lurking under the seemingly strong sunlight.

It seems that using the power of the red magic source is not an easy task. Due to force majeure, my memory has become a pile of fragments that are difficult to piece together. If I continue to follow the spell in my memory, it may cause unpredictable consequences.

Why not seek guidance from someone who is familiar with extraordinary power?

"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be saved..." Wright's ears once again heard his own dialect-accented Zine Empire language, and the picture he had long discarded in the fireplace, along with the charcoal, became Notes from Ashes.

The whispers in his ears were so terrifying and frightening. Thinking of this, Wright unconsciously stretched his hand to his chest, stroking the aching place where he was hit by the "Crazy Bear" pistol.

Thinking of the three meetings with Yato and Natasha respectively, Wright seemed to feel that he must find out the secrets of the wasteland. Since I have traveled to this dangerous world, there must be some kind of mission.

Extraordinary, divine, or messianic?

Yes, the savior, take the initiative to contact the professional level, the order of the devil source, and become the real savior. Become the echoer proposed in the book "The Ancient World of All Things" that I did not know when I read it in the Socratic Library. Earth echoer.

So, now that the physical pain is almost healed, it’s better to know something first.

Thinking like this, Wright used his left hand with the remaining yellow-brown scar to support the hospital bed covered with white sheets and sat up.

"Moros, I remember last time you said you were a battlefield observer, and you were also a member of some investigation team?" Wright asked, patting his head.

"Yes, I am a battlefield observer, a member of Socra's Extraordinary Investigation Team, an Honorary Member of the Magic Power Research Association, and an Honorary Member of the Sequential Monster Research Foundation. Well, the last one was officially banned yesterday. Yes, currently I only retain the former Three positions." Moros said proudly, his eyes showing endless admiration for himself.

Immediately afterwards, he tapped the metal sheet on his chest with his calloused fingers, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

"Speaking of Moros, can I trust you?" Wright stared into Moros's eyes and asked in an almost pleading tone.

"Trust? Although this kind of thing is very rare in the wasteland world, it must exist between me and Brett, and naturally also exists between you and me. Although Brett and I don't show that much familiarity to others, we are When we were in Kusha City ten years ago, he and I were friends who talked about everything. But times have changed." Moros looked up at the white part of the wall, and some scenes with Brett echoed in his mind.

A sense of tranquility, serenity, and even happiness enveloped his body, which seemed incompatible with the dim and dilapidated wasteland world.

"I want to know about extraordinary things," Wright said firmly.

"Extraordinary things? It's too general. Sequential monsters, sequential gods, magic power, superpowers, lost people, unintentional people, even a prop, a legend can all be attributed to extraordinary things. Do you want to know more specifically? What?" Moros looked at Wright with interest.

"Let me be blunt. I have met Natasha, the woman from the Tenin sect. I have been to No. C-404 in the 'Storm District' block and consulted her on some, uh, things. But since then, a series of Things started to become weird, many of which I couldn't understand. Including dreams, weird and mysterious dreams," Wright said.

"Natasha... I'm not surprised to see him. Before the Tenin sect was officially banned, it was considered one of the churches allowed to exist in Socra. We are no longer in the Steam Age before the New Century. The "Church Restriction Act" has long been It was repealed and replaced by the "Church Inclusion Ordinance." Moros paused for a few seconds, and the thinkers organized the language and said:

"At that time, the church was synonymous with insidious, vicious, and evil. However, humans in the wasteland needed faith, otherwise they would easily collapse. Moreover, I heard that the woman had an affair with several people from the committee. I guess someone must have seen her. It’s not surprising either. Including you.” Moros looked at Wright with strange eyes.

"I have nothing to do with him, I can swear on my conscience!" Wright yelled, reaching out to touch his "conscience."

"That's good, that's good. But then again, what did she say to you? Or did you have any doubts about it?" Moros asked, holding his chin.

"I made a consultation with her. She must have sent me an advertisement and a postcard. Of course, I know a little about the magic source power and the sequence of gods and monsters, but I am very curious about one thing." Wright said directly. .

"Sequential monsters and gods are almost basic knowledge in the extraordinary field. The contact point committee for ordinary people will not restrict it. It is normal to consult. Just issue a ticket to pay taxes. What are you curious about?" Moros asked in confusion.

"Career, and promotion, that woman Natasha didn't explain clearly."

Wright deliberately concealed the information obtained in the fantasy dream, especially his red magic source power. Although he had used it once at Kofu Station, it seemed that it was used in the restricted field built by Yato. Moros and Bray Te probably didn't notice.

It is safest to impose the intention of these two important messages on a dead person. After all, dead humans cannot speak, and Natasha may not be considered an ordinary human being.

"Career is such an interesting topic." Moros touched his stubbled chin and casually put the telegram translated in Zine Empire language in his pocket on Wright's bedside. On the locker with black marks left after the artillery bombardment, he stood up and thought for a while, then said:

"Let me make it easy to understand. Occupation is identity, which is independent of the professional ranks of the Sune Empire army, the magic source order of the magic source power holders, and the separate division system for superpowers and lost ones. Stuff. I've done some research, especially on pre-New Zealand sources. In general, occupation is one's identity."

"Identity? Isn't that very common...I mean common?" Wright corrected his wording.

"It's generally true. In the world before the New Yuan, a city, such as a small city like Shamonta, had tens of thousands of people with various extraordinary professions. They might be wizards, magicians, warriors, fighters, etc., but There are only some real upper-level and middle-level occupations that are fixed. And as far as occupation is concerned, it is a person's identity. Once the choice is fixed, it is difficult to change, but promotion can be achieved," Moros explained.

"I want to know about upper-level and middle-level careers," Wright said.

"Upper-level professions generally require humans, lost people, supernatural beings, or people collectively referred to as extraordinary people who have also entered upper-level professions to be tested. Through the sequence of cards, this kind of thing was born among wizards and magicians. Since you ask When it comes to this question, Natasha must have tested you." Moros guessed.

"Yeah, that's right." Wright nodded.

Moros ignored Wright's appearance of listening carefully and continued on his own:

"The sequence cards have sixteen kinds of images composed of characters or behaviors, each of which represents a type of occupation. These sixteen kinds are called upper-level occupations. The middle-level occupations are based on the summary of the Western Continent Extraordinary Association more than a hundred years ago, and the regulations There are 25 types represented by status, while the lower level belongs to the general category.

For example, [Warriors], all soldiers in Socra's army and escorts can be called [Warriors]. They usually have no extraordinary power or magic power, and it is difficult to be promoted unless they become the Lost. But then again, who is willing to join the enemy camp? "

"Is there any difference between upper-level professions and middle-level professions? There is also the issue of promotion." Wright asked, his black eyes staring at Moros seriously, for fear of losing any important information.

"Upper-level professions have an easier time contacting the gods and gaining recognition from the gods. They are human beings and show their power through their emotions or identities. In other words, they theoretically have all the power that mid-level professions have and can learn all their skills.

The middle-level professions are relatively fixed, such as [Seducer] Yato. His ability is mental control and the construction of a spiritual world. Fortunately, he died, and there was one less enemy in the city of Socra.

Others, such as [Clown], [Shadow Man], [Instrument Man], etc., each have different abilities. The specifics are too complicated and I can’t tell clearly at the moment. As for promotion, you need to obtain seven sequence cores in sequence, referred to as sequence cores.

Human beings naturally possess intelligent sequence cores. Other sequence cores need to wait for the opportunity, or can be contacted through the catalysis of potions and magic source power, but every promotion must reach the point of near death. In other words, life is the price for the future. "

"Oh, right." Moros felt that his explanation might be too depressing, so he chose to change the topic.

"The boy named Ivan Ross, the boy from the Lone Wolf Club who is currently locked in the treatment room, is a [sacrifice]. He sacrifices anything in his body, including life, in exchange for power. So Kefu fights He suffered some mental pollution, and we may want to consider sending him to Chekavsk first. Although the hospital there is not as good as Sogra, it can be considered the optimal solution now." Moros explained patiently.

After listening to Moros's more detailed explanation, Wright nodded slightly, his black eyes filled with a little more spirituality.

After all, I have a preliminary understanding of professions, etc., which will be of great benefit to my future development in the wasteland world. However, there is still a small problem that needs to be explained by Moros.

Wright's eyes turned dark, and then he asked:

"Two days ago, I heard from Brett that the "Church of the Dark Night", a group of lost people, was attacking Chekavsk. And I heard that if the war burns here, in which direction will we retreat?"

"Look, this is the message that just arrived in the morning. In addition to the individual instructions to a few of us, it mainly talks about the retreat of the Church of the Lost. Last night, due to the heroic counterattack by the soldiers of the Zine Empire, the Lost Ones of the 'Church of the Dark Night' They retreated thousands of miles away and retreated towards the Green Forest and Silent Highlands. After all, there are some of their settlements there." Moros pointed to the message on the bedside table and said.

"Is that so, then Routes 65 and 66 are temporarily safe?" Wright asked.

"For the time being, but the evacuation order has not been terminated, just more preparations. Speaking of Wright," Moros glanced at Wright with some concern.

"Um?"

"I heard that your attending doctor just now said that you have a mental problem? Schizophrenia? It would not be good if this continues. Human beings in the wasteland will more or less have mental illness, which is understandable. But next to you is Migov The church is an old building built before the New Year. It is better to feel the solemn atmosphere, or find an old priest for confession. In short, it can help you relax. And there is occasionally music there." Moros He sat back on the small stool made of scrap steel and advised.

"Well, I also have this plan. But, Moros, do you have any change?" Wright stretched out his thumb and index finger and made a gesture of rubbing money.

"Haha, yes."

As he spoke, Moros fumbled for a shiny brass coin from the worn pocket of his silver-white coat and threw it to Wright.

He took the coin and observed it carefully. On the front, it was engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern representing the city of Socrata. In the middle, the word "25" was written in Arabic numeral-like characters, which should represent the value of 25 cents of the New Zealand dollar.

A factory and two small chimneys are carved on its back. Judging from the style, it looks like the "Mechanical Element" factory that Wright looked out through the blurred glass when he first woke up.

Apart from this, only a slight sense of weight can represent the value of this coin.

"Thanks, Moros. I'll go there at noon. But I heard that priests can't live without the secular world, and the cost often determines whether you are pious to the so-called gods." Wright said with a smirk.

"Is the atonement free?" An ancient word from before the New Era came to Moros' mind.

…

Moros, who walked out of the Wright ward, still felt an invisible sense of depression. Looking at the Migov Church, which was shaped like a coffin, an indescribable feeling flashed through his heart.

Just as he was heading towards the Migov Town Provisional Committee, several melodious, heavy, but hopeful bells suddenly flashed from the Migov Church behind him.

"It's only eleven fifty-five? Why is it five minutes early?" Moros glanced at his cheap metal watch and complained.

The price of 25 cents in the last few paragraphs is calculated based on the exchange rate of one ounce of gold to 35 Singapore dollars, which is approximately equivalent to 100 yuan. There is generally no charge for confessing to a priest in the West, but in the wasteland setting, humans survive for profit, so the fee for confession is set at 100 yuan, which is almost equivalent to the 0.25 Singapore dollar setting in the article.