Became a Human Rights Advocate

83 – Extraversion. Los Zetas.

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A battlefield is not a place for people to live.

Especially for young boys.

He had no other options than to become a child soldier.

Because sitting and starving to death cannot be called an option.

He couldn’t remember the name of anyone he met as a child soldier.

Because he didn’t have to remember.

The guy next to the barracks died half a day after learning his face.

The guy snoring across the street stepped on a mine in a week.

A girl who seized the opportunity and escaped was caught by the boss and her throat was cut off.

No one has been more than a month.

That was all that survived.

At the time, he thought all the other child soldiers were idiots.

Because he believed that there were laws on the battlefield, and that it was a place where he could survive as long as he obeyed those laws.

It took three months for that thought to change.

In less than 100 days, he became the oldest child soldier.

And he found out.

There is no other way to survive on the battlefield.

Only the lucky ones exist.

He was consistently lucky, and he survived until he was old enough to be called a child soldier.

Around that time, the boss was hit by a blind bombardment and lost his life.

He is finally free, but all he knows is killing people.

So he became a mercenary.

And even after becoming a mercenary, he survived for a long time.

After so many years, there were signs that the war would finally come to an end.

At the time when the air of peace was drifting and the end of the long civil war was about to come to an end.

Irregular appeared.

On that day, the old war ended.

Instead, hell began.

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“Hey there.”

Ross opened his eyes at the frivolous voice.

A black-skinned bald man with a face that matched his voice stood in front of me.

“……What.”

“No, it’s because it looks like a wooden stone. I thought it would be a common name. My name is Dimas. What is your name?”

“Ross.”

“Yes, Brother Ross. Nice to meet you.”

Di Mars smiled and held out one of his rugged arms.

But Ross didn’t respond to the handshake and closed his eyes again as if ignoring Dimas.

“You’re quiet, Mr. Ross.”

Dimas didn’t care about Ross’s attitude and took a seat next to Ross.

“How is it, did you have a good interview? My heart was shaking, so I said anything in moderation. Ugh, I want to turn back the time.”

“… What business do you have with me?”

“No, because out of the two, Mr. Ross looks the most plausible. He’s about to become a colleague, so it’s good to get acquainted with his face beforehand.”

As if he had already passed the exam.

The eyes of the rivals around him changed sharply after hearing Dimas’ words.

But Di Mars didn’t pay attention to that stare and made fun of him again.

“Everyone looks at me impatiently to stay here somehow, but Brother Ross doesn’t like it no matter what, right? It should be said that it is a feeling of weight, but the atmosphere itself is completely different. Where are you from? I’m from Norway.”

“South America.”

Hearing Ross’ words, Dimas whistled lightly.

“I heard there are a few demons here who survived Hell, and one of them was Brother Ross.”

Over 70% of South America has already been taken over by Irregular.

Only a part of the northern region was barely functioning as the front line of the new continent under the full support of the United States.

“Norway is quite fierce, too, but I can’t even show my business card in front of Mr. Ross.”

“Those who speak softly die early.”

Ross opened his eyes, not hiding his irritation.

“I heard that often. And all the people who said that died before me.”

Only then did Ross look Dimas up and down.

It doesn’t look like a kid who only bought his mouth. I felt that I had a dignified experience as if I had been through quite a bit of chaos.

“You were lucky.”

“I think so too. Lucky for you. I was lucky enough to live until today and get a chance to board the ark far away. Although it remains to be seen whether a boarding ticket will be given or not.”

The reason why mercenaries who fly and long from all over the world gathered in one place was simple.

Academia, an island called mankind’s last hope.

Because I have the opportunity to become a member of the island.

“Next, number 42.”

#42. It’s Ross’ turn.

When Ross got up, Dimas opened his mouth with a grin.

“What, have you not had an interview yet? Can I give you a hint?”

Ross ignored Di Mars’ words and went into his interview room.

There is a single chair in the middle of the dark room. The interviewer is invisible.

Instead, a muffled sound came from a camera attached to the ceiling.

– Sit down, Ross.

As Ross sat down in his chair, the door quietly closed behind him.

-Los Zetas. Born in South America, age 31.

Ross himself does not know the exact age.

By the time he became a child soldier, he only wrote down his age, which he had set appropriately.

-You must have been a child soldier. Since when did he get a gun?

Instead of answering, Ross shrugged his shoulders slightly.

He gestured that he couldn’t remember when.

After that, several questions continued.

There was nothing special about it.

Questions about which battles you participated in and what role you played in those battles.

Ross answered the questions as he remembered.

-… The dragon also survived.

After all the answers, there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Since this was a common reaction, Ross just stared at the camera indifferently.

-Okay, Ross. The history is impeccable.

There was a feeling of satisfaction in his voice that could not be hidden.

-Ah, one more question.

“… However much.”

-Do you like children?

A child?

This is an unknown question.

However, Ross didn’t hesitate and spoke out the words that came to his mind.

“I hate it.”

-Perfect. Welcome aboard the ark, Ross.

Looks like it informs successful applicants whether or not they passed.

I wasn’t particularly impressed, but I liked the fact that I wouldn’t have to run into that guy named Dimas in the future.

And two months later.

“Hey, Brother Ross.”

Ross opened the dormitory door and frowned at Dimas, who greeted him in a frivolous voice.

“Why are you making that face? He’s a colleague who will be with us in the future, so let’s go well.”

“…… My bone hurts.”

“hahahaha, I used to hear that too often. All the guys who said that were sucked in and killed before me.”

Irregular type of night light.

A guy with a habit of attacking people in the middle of the night, sucking their brains, and emitting light everywhere in joy.

It was an irregular that often appeared in Northern Europe.

“Anyway, Accademia is just as rumored. Everywhere flashes. Both buildings and people. More than anything, there are a lot of younger girls.”

“A story to refrain from contact with the outside world. Didn’t you hear?”

“What’s so hard, Brother Ross. We are now on board the ark. You should enjoy what you enjoy in moderation while paying attention.”

Dimas giggled and stood up.

“Jim, is that the end? It’s simple.”

The room without a single window had a structure of decalcomani on the left and right.

Boxes were piled up on Di Mars’ side, but Ross only had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Don’t look at me like that. Until humanity perishes, we have to live on our feet here, so shouldn’t we bring this much? Oh, if you need anything, just tell me. I’m willing to share everything except for the panties.”

Ross unpacked, ignoring Dimas, who spoke kindly.

After properly organizing, Dimas on the other side started talking to me again.

“By the way, Mr. Ross. Did you hear a little bit about what we are doing here?”

“I am not interested.”

“Huh? What is that stupid reaction?”

“At most, it would be guarding a key person or guarding a facility. It doesn’t matter if it’s not. Because mercenaries follow whatever their employer says.”

Academia.

The last ark of mankind.

There isn’t much for a mercenary like yourself to do in this peaceful place that makes you yawn.

“You might as well listen.”

Ignoring Dimas muttering in a strange voice, Ross closed his eyes.

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“… Hey.”

“What’s wrong, Mr. Ross.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Ross had no idea that the scene unfolding in front of him was real.

“That’s what I said. You better listen.”

Dozens of children’s eyes, who seemed to be at most 7 or 8 years old, were looking at Los and Midas with full of curiosity.

“Now, everyone, let’s say hello to the new teacher.”

“Yes!”

The bright voices of the children filled the classroom.

It was a very ordinary look, but it was the first time Ross had ever seen it.

While Ross’s mind went white, Dimas took a step forward and introduced himself.

“Hello kids. This older brother is called Dimas!”

“Miss Dimas!”

“You are handsome!”

“Bald! Bald head!”

At the word bald, Dimas widened his eyes.

“What kind of bastard is that!”

“The bald head is angry!”

“Hyung isn’t bald, I cut him off on purpose because I was annoyed!”

“Bald! Bald head!”

Dimas quickly closed the distance with the laughing children.

Ross just stood there, dumbfounded like a stranger.

Something went wrong.

In Ross’ head, only that one sentence was repeated over and over again.