Interlude Of The Dead Man

Morgan's hideout is located somewhere between Midden and Agua. He usually stays out of the big cities. I remember the exact location, so finding where Morgan's hideout was easy.

Got into his hideout. It was a bunker with six rooms. Kitchen, bathroom, c, bedroom, garage, and the main room where Morgan kept his old gear. They are old and are falling apart. Still, it has all the modules that Morgan has. I searched every storage and found the right modules for his gear. His suit needed modification so I went and made use of my tech-savvy skills to combine the modules into a singular module. Customizing the module, and making it all compact to my multi-function bracer.

Completing this authentic Morgan suit that should have matched what he used during the time of his disappearance. Morgan wanted to leave something behind. He was a lonely guy who forgot that all the fighting and killing he had done made him a lonesome figure.

He was and will always be my favorite figure in this world. So taking on the mantle and continuing on what he had done would be an honor. In a way he didn't want to be forgotten. In this world there was only one person who knew who Morgan was and what he did for Pacifica City.

I own the armor and weapons of a deadman. And in a way I was following his damn footsteps.

It was lonely and dusty in his place. He didn't think of how his hideout would fall apart in the coming years. Probably didn't think that he'd be dead, sacrificing his life for some goddamn cause he never cared about.

Sat on the couch. Thought of when and where to move after I got my fill of this place. Morgan wasn't reliant on vehicles. He likes to roam around in his suit, coat, and trilby hat. No one knew Morgan's face. All they knew of Morgan was his unique digital mask and his modified suit. A one of a kind Ghost Tech that suited Morgan's physique.

I'd love to get more of the overpowered suits, implants, and weapons. Thing is that even though there is a spark of ambition in me now. There's still that huge piece in me that wants to keep away from that kind of augmentation.

Not that they are suitable for me. My body is in this kind of in-between that does not function normally like others. It is a body that looks normal, but there's still a lot of anomaly in this body. The peak strength. All that I could see within my vision that normal humans, well, at least those who don't have the same heads-up display does.

It's like I have a natural augmentation. Makes me wonder why I have abilities like this. Still, this ability of mine has saved my life. And because of this ability I have awakened. Although there is a huge part of me that finds stealing a body unnatural. I still cannot find the ache to be guilty. Especially now that I realized how easy it was to die in this world. How easy it would be to be killed even with your senses.

I felt free.

So free that I wonder sometimes if there is payment for this freedom.

But somehow I would think back at the memory of seeing Jisoo's face so heartbroken. That face. That rage. It made me realize that one way or another the clock turns for this world. The pieces will be set. And even if we avoid that fate. The world would surely drag everyone to it. Thing is that I am an anomaly.

A loose bolt in the cog.

Jisoo plays a huge part in this world. She'll be the sword that cuts through the pain and hurt that those two fools would find in this world. I could have contacted her after that.

The thing is that I couldn't do it. You can't just break someone's heart, then just appear before her as if nothing happened. I hurt her badly by not being able to fast enough. And appearing to her now would only cause her greater pain. It's better to let her naturally believe that I survived than letting her find out immediately .

Besides, she still needs to assist the two fools. Help Yua and make sure that she strives long enough. Jisoo can save her. I know she can. All I know is that she's strong and she can handle it.

I will admit that there is longing in me. A good chunk of me wanted to talk to her.

But that can wait. I still need to take action. I need to make sure that I have that bit of control. I got all my cards. Morgan's belongings and knowing that I have a second wind is enough.

Sometimes you just have to fight long and hard enough to get what you want. So until this world reaches its story's end. Until the clans, families, and every single bastard that have interest and are willing to trample others for the sake of their glorious goal.

I'll play the mysterious stranger.

The stranger who keeps them from going too far.

The stranger who appears before the 'chosen ones' to sell them gear and make sure that they are well-equipped to handle whatever the fuck is going to come and they have the information to go through them.

Inside of my head is knowledge that can help them reach that golden end. Of course, I wouldn't lend it to others. Besides, I don't think that such information boards are available in this world. And seeing how things aren't exactly the same. I would be their guardian angel.

I already know that I can prevent some things from happening. It's a trichotomy of control of things that I have control over, have no control over, and that I have some control over.

So that's why I'm going to move.

I will provide them with Orlov's Files.

The information that I have in my head.