Hiding a House in the Apocalypse

Zzzzt—

Just because the main reconnaissance drone was made doesn't mean the preparations were completely finished.

As a drone expert, Ha Tae-hoon also had to adjust the supporting drones to assist the main one—Super Skeleton.

Zzzzt—

Thanks to that, my garage slowly started to fill with the peculiar scent of soldering and occasional flashes of light.

"I've always liked making things since I was a kid," Ha Tae-hoon said while adjusting the drone.

"Blocks, model kits, circuit boards, I didn't care about any of them. But damn, my mother recommended that I go to school."

"Your mother?"

"Yeah. She knew. She knew that being a Hunter was dangerous, but it also had an incredibly promising future. Didn't you have the same experience? There were probably a few kids in your class from well-off families, right?"

At Ha Tae-hoon's question, I immediately thought of my classmate, Lee Sang-hoon, and nodded.

"Yeah, there were a few like that."

Cheon Young-jae, who had been listening from the side, chimed in.

"We didn't have kids like that."

Cheon Young-jae was working on attaching armor plates to the main reconnaissance drone, Super Skeleton Ho.

"Before we even enrolled, Kang Han-min showed up."

Zzzzt—

When the name Kang Han-min was mentioned, a strange silence filled the garage, as if it had been agreed upon beforehand.

For old-school Hunters like us, the name Kang Han-min carried that kind of weight.

He changed the world.

There may have been "Awakenings" before his time, but no one had ever had such a dramatic and incomparable awakening, like Kang Han-min and Na Hye-in.

He was the one who proclaimed the end of an era and, at the same time, the harbinger of a new world.

The nickname Savior was an understatement for Kang Han-min—it was far too simplified to describe who he really was.

It was quite a while before any of us spoke again.

That is, until I brought out my homemade dish made from vegetables I had grown and canned ham for dinner.

"What's this? Did you make kimchi?" Cheon Young-jae asked, lifting up the salted vegetables I had prepared with his chopsticks.

"Kimchi needs fermented seafood," I said.

"With all the supplies, why didn't you bring any fermented seafood?" he asked.

"Yeah, I wonder too."

While Cheon Young-jae fussed about the kimchi, Ha Tae-hoon silently ate the ham and salted vegetables, finishing his bowl.

"Sometimes, I miss my mother's kimchi," Ha Tae-hoon said, perhaps sensing my gaze or feeling like talking.

"She was a persistent woman."

"Did she live well?" Cheon Young-jae asked slyly while swallowing a bite of salted vegetable.

Ha Tae-hoon nodded as he looked at Cheon Young-jae.

"Yeah. She lived well."

"I see. I never asked, but I could kind of tell. You seemed like the son of a well-off family."