Episode 189: An angel taking observation classes (12)
Simulacrum.
A term that refers to an imitation that is more realistic than the real thing.
A copy that is so close to the truth that it turns the truth into a lie and takes its place.
This kind of replication could only be made with science and technology that transcended dimensions, or magic that reached its extreme.
The replica created in this way is no different from the real thing.
The appearance is natural, the way they act, the way they speak, small habits that even they are not aware of, all the way to the person’s tastes and attributes.
A replica is created that is no different from the real thing.
Yes.
A copy that is no different from the real thing.
The referee looked at the summoned ‘him’. The referee’s father, a man who looked a little older than the boy remembered, could not hide his embarrassment and muttered:
“W-Where am I?”
However, although he looked a little older, most of his appearance remained unchanged.
The gold necklace that remained in my memory, the tattoo peeking through my sleeve, and the way I always adorned myself with luxury items.
And judging by the puffy corners of his eyes, it looked like he was still taking ‘medicine’.
Perhaps the effect of the medicine hasn’t worn off, so the referee, who is a bit far away, can’t be seen.
At that moment, a crying sound was heard from somewhere.
Huh-huh-
The crying of a child hiding under the sofa.
Huh-huh-
The sound of the child holding back his tears while covering his mouth tightly.
It was unforgettable, like a lullaby I heard just before falling asleep.
Exciting- Exciting-
The referee felt that his heart was beating slowly.
If you’re naturally excited, your heart should beat quickly. If you can’t control your emotions and run wild, your heart should also be racing.
However, when you really want to kill someone.
My heart beats slowly.
Very slowly.
Like a boy’s heart frozen by a witch’s hand.
“Damn it, I told you it would be safe. Damn it! “Why on earth did you take all the money and just eat it and stay quiet until I was brought to a place like this?”
Look around- Look around-
“Doorman! “Come out, doorman!”
Hearing the man shout in panic, the referee gathered his thoughts without making any facial expression.
What would it have been like if it had been a reflection?
What would it have been like to look at yourself in fear?
or not… … .
No, it was all meaningless.
‘As expected, it was impossible to do it this way.’
It was not for nothing that Kori stopped him, saying that this method was close to suicide. The referee realized this and nodded his head.
‘Before it gets any worse, I have to kill that clone and meet Gori once again.’
The referee was lost in thought as he took out the Flabellum from his pocket.
‘Is there any other way for her? Or should I also erase my memories?’
Erase your memories. What kind of memories will be lost?
Could it be that he loses everything he gained after gaining a new life as a referee? Or will any of the three girls, Mari, Soya, and Hongwol, be forgotten?
‘That might be better.’
The referee nodded once again.
‘If I become a fallen angel, the same thing will happen to those who trust me.’
Kuuuuk – As he imagined that scene, the referee’s fist clenched even harder. The hand holding the handle of his sword turns white.
‘That should never happen.’
The referee was trying to stay away from the kids because something like that should never happen. So this time, he had asked an outsider named Gori, not the girls, to do this.
Because I didn’t want to hurt anyone I became close to in this life.
It’s best not to fall, but I know that’s impossible in a world like this, so if I fall, I don’t want any of my friends to know, and if I fall badly, I don’t want anyone to fall with me.
The referee hoped for that.
The referee is suddenly standing close to the simulacrum.
The simulacra, who finally recognized the referee, was startled, but glanced at the boy with a strange look.
“Girl? No, is it a boy? or not… An elaborate doll?”
A simulacrum that takes a step back and opens its lips.
“No, no. you. “Yes, you are.”
The simulacrum seemed to have remembered the referee’s face and shrugged its shoulders.
“you you. “That’s it.”
“What? “What am I?”
“That, my son.”
“… “I am not your son.”
How could such cold words come from oneself?
The referee was not surprised by the chill he was giving off and curled his lips in a sly tone.
“The devil will take you to hell.”
“No, what are you talking about? Baby, honey. “Have you forgotten me?”
Why does the devil become a devil?
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Some people say that life is so sweet that people turn into devils, and others say that when people despair and fall into a place where there is no light, they turn into devils.
But as many people know.
Most people know the origin of the devil.
Fallen angel.
It is a well-established theory that fallen angels become devils.
An angel who deals with dark karma.
That is the devil.
The pinnacle of evil.
The referee’s silver coin began to turn black.
“Have you forgotten how close your mom and I were?”
Central Academy’s white school uniform gradually faded to black.
“I gave that stupid woman a place to live and sometimes gave her pocket money.”
And the blonde hair, which had been emitting bright morning light, gradually began to emit the dark glow of late night.
“Well, we fought sometimes, but that’s what all adults do. You know, you’ve grown old enough.”
That one-sided violence and insults.
And a night of cruel lust.
The referee smiled once again, remembering the memories of those days when no light was visible.
“know. “I remember everything.”
“no. “I think I treated him a little harshly, but I was young at the time.”
“I was younger.”
Seeing the tears welling up in the simulacrum’s eyes, the referee couldn’t help but smile a little more sadistically.
“That’s fun.”
Even though it’s an alter ego, scaring someone is so much fun.
It was such an amazing discovery.
“This is so much fun.”
I can’t believe I just found out about something so enjoyable.
He was a referee who had lost half of his life.
Isn’t it such a shame to end something fun so quickly?
Let’s make it a little more scary.
Let’s make it a little more painful.
Let’s make it a little more despairing.
The referee slowly approached the simulacra, unfolding all kinds of dark delusions that an angel should not think about.
In some cultures, when a conversation stops and there is sudden silence, the reason is said to be because a ghost has passed by at that moment.
It is said that when a very scary ghost passes by, even if a person does not recognize it, the soul inside the person’s body recognizes the ghost and trembles with fear, making it impossible to open one’s mouth.
“Uh, uh.”
For the same reason,
The conversation between the referee and the simulacra had no choice but to stop.
“Ugh, ugh!”
fear.
The fear created by the enemy itself radiated by the Transcendent.
The referee felt regretful as he watched the simulacrum writhing in an almost convulsive state.
“You’re too weak. “I haven’t even started anything yet.”
And the fact that no matter how elaborate it was, it was ultimately a fake, made the referee even more boring.
“Then, can I just bring the real one?”
It’s impossible.
This room embodies the attributes of heaven as a sanctuary, and it makes no sense to summon something from the outside in this room.
Unless he was a being capable of destroying the heavens and changing the color of this world by himself, it was absolutely impossible.
Only the devil.
This was only possible for a fallen angel called the Demon King.
The referee smiled at the power overflowing from the depths below. It’s such a powerful force. The power I had accumulated so far by doing good deeds had become meaningless.
With this level of power, he can even defeat Park Jin-ho.
Of course Lusa can win too.
No, I wasn’t confident that I would lose even if all the professors came at me.
It’s such a powerful force.
“The power of this world itself.”
Feeling the dark karma boiling over his white hands, the referee realized that he had acquired a new power.
And the referee held his hands together as if praying.
To summon the being that he hates so much to this place.
The wind began to blow in a place where no wind blows.
The referee’s black hair flowed, and his dark sleeves waved together.
“Active power.”
The referee muttered in a smooth voice.
“The authority of the fallen angels who rule over the darkness.”
I felt like I could hear an evil laugh coming from somewhere in my ear.
It felt like I could hear the voice of someone darkening the world from the deepest abyss.
The referee found this situation so fun and enjoyable that he couldn’t help but start the summoning ritual.
like that.
The summons has begun.
* * *
A tingling sensation as if my head was split in half. Soya could not help but widen his eyes at this unfamiliar sensation.
“Up, it’s dangerous.”
Seeing Soya suddenly dropping her shoulder, Hongwol also felt that something was unusual.
“… “Something is wrong, boy.”
A terrifying sensation that would make anyone who felt karma want to run away at any moment was cruelly driving the two girls.
“Hiyaaaaaah… … !”
“Ugh, huh. Ugh.”
It can only be called the core of darkness. He was looking for someone who looked very similar to him.
The being that determines the world.
An evil with infinite malice.
It was slowly crawling up to the ground.
A deadly force that would have killed even a strong superhuman from shock leaked out through the cracks in the second classroom.
And gradually, the murderousness became more intense.
Tears welled up in Soya’s eyes, and even Hongwol crouched down and took a step back, lowering his ears.
“Soya, a warrior means a brave person.”
A warrior.
It means a brave warrior, and it means that courage is a top priority in order to face the devil.
“We must have courage… … !”
If you open the door, you will encounter ‘it’.
Then you won’t be able to survive.
But if you can’t open the door, ‘it’ will be completely summoned.
If that happens, this world will be destroyed.
“fool.”
Soya mumbled, wiping away her tears.
“In terms of magic, a warrior is.”
Soya tried to sign a prisoner.
However, my hands were shaking as if I was holding an electric drill, and my breathing became heavy for no reason, so I could not recite the spell.
“He is a being who changes this world. It’s not like I’m a brave person… … .”
Can they defeat the devil?
No, no. Absolutely not possible.
It was a story with no possibility.
‘An all-out war between the devil and humanity. Not a single win in 100 million simulations. The professors were annihilated by the complete demon lord in just one hour, and even with all the other strong players combined, they could not last more than two hours.’
Soya’s logical judgment strongly insisted that there was a chance of survival if she ran away from here and now.
‘If it were just the two of us, we couldn’t have won against the demon dragon. Then, of course, there is no way you can defeat the Demon King.’
You have to run away.
‘If you include the referee who runs away. Victory, the probability of victory… … .’
I want to run away.
‘The possibility of winning… … .’
still.
“what? A warrior is a brave person? It does not make sense… … .”
Soya’s white fingers danced according to each person’s preference. Some kind of magical beast that ends so calmly.
“still.”
Soya said, wiping away her tears.
“Today I will tell you that you were right… … !”
fantasy,
