Chapter 15
This foolish dragon believed in the absurd hope that his cult would eventually fall to a legitimate religion, but those under the rule of this foolish dragon did not sit idly by, waiting for the Balhut Cult to fail.
Once the cult’s name was decided by the foolish dragon, Yuna summoned all the cult members.
“From now on, we will operate under the name of the Balhut Cult. Now that our cult name is determined, let me declare the goal we must achieve.”
“Our goal…!”
In this massive disaster known as the zombie apocalypse, Yuna and the cult were striving toward the future they desired.
On a smaller scale, it was about deciding the futures of each cult member, and on a larger scale, it was about shaping the future of the Balhut Cult.
All the cult members focused on Yuna, and she declared loudly so that everyone could hear.
“Our goal is simple! To restore the lost order of Gyeongju City with a new order and to rebuild a new city in the ruins of the fallen one! That will be the world we want!”
“Ooooh…!”
Restoring the order that had crumbled due to the zombie apocalypse and constructing a new city in the ruins.
In a broader sense, it was a declaration to restore their previous way of life, and the cult members responded positively to this declaration.
What they desired most in their situation was the return of peaceful daily life, and Yuna’s promise to bring that directly resonated deeply with them.
“For that, our first task is to unite all the survivor camps within Gyeongju City!”
“Unite all survivors.”
Moreover, this wasn’t some aimless populism; Yuna had a roadmap to follow.
She spoke of unifying all the survivor camps in Gyeongju City and emphasized the need to bring them together.
“All survivors must come together, united in heart and purpose! If we achieve that, we can gain the strength to make the impossible possible!”
The reason was clear: by gathering the power of every survivor in Gyeongju, they could gain the strength to overcome the impossible.
“For the sake of restoring order, we, the Balhut Cult, will fight under the name of God Bahamut!”
“Is that… the mission given to us?”
As soon as Yuna finished her declaration of their mission, a cult member asked her a question.
More than half of them had already been convinced by Yuna’s words, but even among them, there were those who felt uneasy.
Yuna, smiling warmly, delivered the words of their God(?) to this concerned cult member.
“Yes, our God has spoken to us! Build strength. With that strength, create a new city in the ruins. That place will become the new world we seek. Thus, by purifying Gyeongju with our strength, we will cultivate a new city in this cleansed land. This is the new world we desire!”
“The world we desire…?”
It was, in a way, a form of fanaticism.
Even in the modern age, those who heard Yuna’s declaration that God’s word was absolute were…
“I will follow the words of the High Priestess!”
…oddly convinced.
The teachings of the dragon that had obliterated all the zombies in Gyeongju City seemed absolute to them, and those cult members who had harboured doubts quickly transformed into devoted followers.
Naturally, Bahamut, who had been watching through Yuna’s Mirror of Perspective, witnessed this scene.
“What the… this is terrifying.”
Bahamut was genuinely frightened.
Not only by Yuna, who used his words to persuade the cult members, but also by the cult members who accepted those words so readily.
He also felt a sense of crisis.
“This is dangerous. If I leave them unchecked, they’re bound to go out of control!”
Even this foolish dragon could grasp the situation.
If he left them without any safeguards, it was clear that they would inevitably cause trouble somewhere!
“But how do I stop them? If I step in and tell them to stop, I think they’ll listen, but…”
Of course, if Bahamut himself intervened, he could quickly control the situation.
Bahamut was their God, after all, with the power and authority to enforce his will.
If he simply said, “Do not go out of control,” there would surely be a truckload of followers ready to obey.
“But they’ll probably go out of control again and again. I can’t keep stopping them every time, can I?”
Yet he knew this wouldn’t be a fundamental solution.
Without clear rules and regulations, their reckless behaviour would continue, and Bahamut couldn’t always be there to stop it.
But could he, with his limited intelligence, come up with rules and laws that would satisfy them?
“That’s impossible.”
Before meeting Yuna, he had been no different from a recluse. It was unlikely that he could create rules and laws that people would accept.
Bahamut understood his own limitations well, which only deepened his worries.
“Wait a minute. I don’t necessarily have to be the one to create the rules, do I?”
And the option he chose was…
[Choi Yuna.]
“Yes, Lord.”
[The first thing we must do now is to establish laws and regulations for our cult. We need to recruit a legal expert.]
…to outsource the task to someone else.
It was a decision born of recognizing his own shortcomings and borrowing someone else’s expertise, but in truth, it wasn’t the wrong approach.
Although many had fallen victim to zombies during the apocalypse, there were still survivors who had once worked in legal professions.
Of course, in this era of the zombie apocalypse, laws had become practically meaningless, leaving those with legal expertise in a position of weakness. But even so, there were people in the city who had spent their lives studying law.
Now that some stability had returned, their knowledge could be a great asset to the Balhut Cult’s efforts to establish new laws and regulations.
“Why do we need them?”
‘I can’t just outright say it’s to prevent you all from going wild…!’
The true reason was to curb the Balhut Cult’s recklessness, but Bahamut couldn’t reveal his intentions directly.
He carefully thought through a convincing argument that Yuna and the Balhut Cult could accept and slowly explained the reasoning behind finding a legal consultant.
[Since this is not an existing city but a new one, the old laws and regulations won’t hold any power. Besides, I am not well-versed in human laws. Therefore, I believe that laws for humans should be made by humans themselves. If amateurs who don’t understand the law try to draft new rules, it’s likely they’ll create laws that harm people. To prevent that, we need a legal expert.]
“I see! So you mean the Balhut Cult will have its own laws and rules!”
[Yes, exactly. And it would be wise to proceed with this swiftly. Meaningless chaos only hinders unity. In a way, this will serve as our own safeguard.]
Upon hearing Bahamut’s explanation, Yuna immediately grasped that he was talking about the laws and regulations the Balhut Cult would follow. Bahamut then hurriedly added that these measures were meant to serve as a safeguard against unnecessary chaos.
Yuna, nodding in agreement multiple times, seemed to understand the rationale behind this.
Bahamut let out a sigh of relief, believing he had successfully convinced her.
“I completely agree, Lord! Let’s proceed with kidnapping them right away!”
[It’s not kidnapping. It’s bringing them here with respect! Understand!? We are not a violent cult. We are a peace-loving cult, alright?]
He immediately put a stop to the fierce words about kidnapping.
“…Yes.”
‘That was close. If I had let my guard down, they would have definitely gone on a rampage.’
Seeing Yuna looking downcast with disappointment, Bahamut felt a chill run down his back.
He sensed that if he hadn’t kept a close eye, the cult would have spiralled into evil.
“How inconvenient.”
With Yuna’s dejected expression as the last thing he saw in the Mirror of Perspective, Bahamut let out a sigh.
“Should I just step in directly?”
If he had taken charge himself, things might have unfolded differently than they had under Choi Yuna’s direction.
“At least, let’s be thankful that Yuna isn’t a bad kid.”
It was a relief that Yuna’s nature wasn’t evil; in fact, she was quite gentle, making her a suitable partner for their contract.
She wasn’t disrespectful, and she tried to follow his opinions as much as possible.
“…It’s just that the fact that her intentions are pure rather than malicious makes it even scarier.”
Yet, Bahamut was truly frightened by the realization that everything happening now stemmed not from malice but from pure intentions.
He finally understood that even good intentions taken too far could become evil.
***
“Whew. Is no one really going to make a move?”
Hwang Seung-man, the chief judge of the Gyeongju Branch of the Daegu District Court, sighed at the silence in Gyeongju.
As the head of the court during the zombie apocalypse, Hwang Seung-man managed to survive by leading the judges living in the courthouse and the citizens who sought refuge there.
Although supplies were scarce due to the nature of the court as an institution, they managed to survive by eliminating zombies near the Gyeongju market and retrieving food and supplies.
Furthermore, they used the cars parked at the court to build strong barricades, allowing them to survive until now.
Indeed, they had managed to survive without major issues up to this point.
“It’s already been two days since the promised day… I thought at least one clueless survivor would show up.”
It had already been two days since the promised day that Choi Yuna mentioned had passed.
Yet, the survivors in Gyeongju couldn’t bring themselves to rejoice.
“The zombies have all disappeared, so we don’t have to worry about our lives anymore.”
Of course, the disappearance of the zombies in the city was a genuinely joyful and fortunate event.
They no longer had to fear for their lives from zombies and could venture outside freely.
However, on the other hand… the existence that had eliminated all the zombies made them uneasy.
“I wish they would just make the first move!”
A gigantic dragon that descended upon Gyeongju.
They said that the dragon was the god worshipped by Choi Yuna, who had spoken of the promised day.
The first time he saw that dragon, Hwang Seung-man was overwhelmed by its massive size.
He then felt fear at the immense power that followed, and by the time it roared toward the sky, he already knew he had submitted to that dragon.
Perhaps because of that, even after two days had passed, Hwang Seung-man and the survivors under his leadership remained silent.
“Should we start exploring the surrounding areas to gather supplies?”
With the zombies gone, it was the perfect time to reclaim the supplies that had been inaccessible due to the zombies.
There were countless supplies lying dormant in the Gyeongju market.
Some of those supplies might have expired, but there would still be plenty of usable items.
‘Should we just close our eyes and go for a full sweep?’
If they focused on scavenging now, they could gather a substantial amount of supplies.
This thought lingered in Hwang Seung-man’s mind, but the image of the dragon wouldn’t leave his thoughts.
‘If only that cult had made some kind of declaration or movement, we could have acted accordingly.’
It was clear that Choi Yuna’s cult had emerged as the victor in this situation.
Naturally, the spoils of war belonged solely to Choi Yuna and her cult, and the other survivor camps wouldn’t dare covet them.
If they acted recklessly and attracted the wrath of the dragon, they might end up like the zombies that disappeared just two days ago.
So, despite the disappearance of the zombies, the city remained eerily quiet.
‘Damn it. What is the government even doing!?’
Cursing the central government for their lack of action, Hwang Seung-man racked his brain.
But he couldn’t come up with a good solution.
If he acted rashly now, he feared that not only the other survivor camps but even Choi Yuna would become hostile toward them.
“You seem to have a lot on your mind.”
“Ugh!?”
As he grew more troubled and despair welled up inside him, Hwang Seung-man was startled by a voice beside him, making him reach for a weapon.
Was it an ambush from another survivor camp?
Or perhaps a talking zombie playing tricks on him?
As he fumbled for his weapon in panic, the person who had startled him smiled warmly and spoke.
“Oh? It seems I’ve frightened you.”
“Wh-who are you…?”
A young girl with white hair, dressed in what looked like a monk’s robe.
Hwang Seung-man quickly realized that this girl was now the most famous person in Gyeongju.
He had also witnessed the descent of the dragon and seen the girl who had summoned it.
“Ch-Choi Yunaaaaaa!?”
Why on earth was Choi Yuna here?
With a fearful expression, Hwang Seung-man stepped back and raised his voice in alarm, keeping a wary eye on her.
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