309. Demon King No. 2 (7)
Sigurd traveled through all sorts of dimensions and experienced extraordinary miracles.
I saw a prophet create solid prayer images as easily as if he were breathing.
I have personally witnessed the scene where a faint sigh uttered by a high-ranking demon lord transformed into a strong flame and eventually became a complete dimension.
“But nowhere in the world have I seen anyone who creates the laws that form the dimensions themselves.”
The laws of the normal world were truly amazing.
Let there be light.
If you specify the code like that, light of a certain intensity will shine down on the world forever.
Let there be life here.
By manipulating the code like that, strange life forms that had completely skipped the process of origin and evolution came to life.
The codes didn’t even have physical limits.
If you specify coordinates, it will happen as you specify, and if you accelerate time, it will accelerate as you specify. Infinite worlds that expand as far as the creator wishes.
“Do you know what the most mysterious thing is? “The truth was that the Oracle who created those beautiful codes was just a human being.”
It is not a god, or a high-ranking demon lord somewhere.
Oracle of Kornsheim.
A spiritual leader of a small clan who was overlooked as one of the ordinary prophets.
“Oracle. “For Sigurd Sigurdson, who had no doubt that he was the most special being among humans, he was like a profound challenge thrown in front of him.”
The code designating fire means fire, and the code designating water means water. The same code always produces the same image.
As Sigurd observed the standardized rules, he couldn’t help but think of the people who were fascinated by his story.
‘Singing a comedy brings excitement and joy, singing a tragedy brings sorrow and frustration… . ‘Everyone had exactly the image I wanted.’
So Sigurd thought like this.
‘Maybe it’s possible for me too?’
The images evoked by those who hear the same story are always similar.
So, wouldn’t it be possible to make my story itself function like a piece of code?
‘Couldn’t we collect and collect stories and finally make them into a grand rule that constitutes the world?’
That glimpse of possibility was a fascination strong enough to immediately captivate the heart of the storyteller, who was feeling a kind of boredom from the long pastime.
‘okay! I want to become a great story that will be remembered forever, not a player chasing a one-time dream! ‘I want to be the only story, the only rule that penetrates the world!’
In this way, the storyteller who walked through a thousand dreams began to passionately travel around the world of reality in search of material for a story.
Seongjin clicked his tongue after hearing that. The more she listened, the more dumbfounded she became.
What on earth is that supposed to do?
“That’s Sigurd Sigurdsson’s ultimate goal? “You’re kidding, right?”
“… “Isn’t it grand and beautiful?”
In response to Isabella’s question, Seongjin frowned and snorted.
“no. No matter how much I think about it, it seems like I’m obsessed with something so useless? “If I had just slept during that time, at least it wouldn’t have been a waste of time.”
Then Isabella looked at Seongjin with a bitter smile.
“I don’t think that reaction has changed. “Before you lost your memory, you didn’t seem to empathize with this story at all.”
“… … .”
“But have you ever thought about it this way? The reason your heart doesn’t move is probably because you are the next Oracle. Since he has already been promised to go beyond the limits, he may not be indifferent to all of this.”
Well, guess what?
Seongjin looked out the window with a sullen expression. As we talked, quite a bit of time passed, and the carriage had already reached the corner of the road leading to the townhouse.
“Sigurt Sigurdson has lived for a long time. He accumulated more knowledge than any other prophet, and he was able to create artistic images unrivaled by any demon lord. But from the perspective of kings from other dimensions, his limitations were clear.”
Just an exceptional human being.
No matter how much he calls himself the ‘Demon King of Dreams’, no one seriously listens to him.
“So he lived his whole life refusing to be just a human being. But if there is an even more special person called the Oracle, wouldn’t we have to overcome him first to truly advance to the next level?”
At that time, Seongjin sensed the faint feeling of self-deprecation mixed in her voice like a ghost.
“You, too, think that that child’s dream is a bit foolish. is not it?”
“… … !”
Then Isabella closed her mouth and looked at Seongjin with round eyes.
“Sigurt Sigurdsson is an irredeemable idiot. He made so many mistakes for a goal that wasn’t even meant to be. But at least now that you’ve stopped doing that, you’re in a much better position than that guy.”
“… … .”
“So, forget about such trivial dreams! How long are you going to be affected by that kind of psychopath’s thinking? “He’s never coming back again.”
“… I don’t think it’s that foolish. “I, too, was once strongly fascinated by that ideal.”
Isabella answered with a trembling voice and followed Seongjin’s gaze as she gazed at the scenery passing by outside the window.
“Besides, the most intense passion usually comes from simple motivation. “It is not incomprehensible that Sigurd Sigurdson, who lived a dull life for many years, became so obsessed with that dream.”
“… … .”
“Now that things have turned out this way, I feel like everything is pointless. As you said, it looks like the storyteller will never come back to me again.”
And with that, the two stopped talking and each fell into silence.
This is because the topic of Sigurd Sigurdson was not a very pleasant topic for both Seongjin and Isabella.
Rattling.
Soon the carriage arrives at the townhouse mansion and stops. Seongjin got off the carriage first and silently extended his hand towards Isabella, who was late to get up.
Etiquette is nothing special. However, it was a moan that had a slightly different meaning to Isabella.
Isabella, who had thought that she would never truly be treated as a lady, hesitantly took Seongjin’s hand with a surprised expression.
“Let me ask you one last question.”
Seongjin, who lightly lowered her to the floor, opened his mouth.
“The gray plague that spread across the ecliptic some time ago, was it the work of Sigurd Sigurdson?”
Then Isabella looked at Seongjin with strange eyes for a moment.
“You pretend not to have any questions, but you don’t miss the most important questions.”
“… … .”
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“Well, that would be good.”
Isabella sighed softly and paused for a moment to choose her words.
“I cannot tell you in detail what I know about the Gray Plague. This is because it is also closely related to Sigurd Sigurdsson’s future plans. however… … .”
Bright blue-green eyes, reminiscent of summer greenery, meet Seongjin’s gaze directly.
“At least the ignorant act of planting monster eggs directly on people was not his doing.”
Then the demon king, who had been listening to him with bated breath, gave an answer before Seongjin could ask.
[It’s the truth.]
‘… okay.’
Seongjin instinctively realized that Isabella’s answer just narrowly missed the line set by the puppeteer.
At least what that guy said about cooperating with Seongjin was true.
“Lady Isabella.”
Seongjin slightly lifted her hand close to her face and let go.
“I hope that you will continue to provide a lot of help to Amelia’s work in the future.”
As she gives such a polite greeting and raises one corner of her mouth, doesn’t Isabella’s face suddenly turn pale?
“Hey, hey! Heep!”
“… … ?”
Seeing Isabella starting to visibly tremble, Seongjin tilted his head.
what? They say they will save you for a while. No, why does he peck at me like that even when I treat him well?
[Please, why don’t you look in the mirror first before smiling at others?]
What are you saying? Anyway, you didn’t threaten me outright, right? Then it’s done, isn’t it?
[…] You said that wasn’t a threat to kill you if you don’t become your sister’s slave and take care of yourself?]
Shut up, you ungrateful devil who can’t even pay for the bear meat you got!
Whose side are you on? uh?
* * *
That night.
Owen, who stayed up late at the Volanta tribe discussing the poison sting incident, accessed the Pangea Chronicle a little later than usual.
When I arrived at the meeting place with the group, I was greeted warmly by friends I saw all the time and by a mole rat engineer who had recently joined the group.
[Owen, you’re a little late today.]
[Welcome! Waiting!]
[Nice to meet you, friend!]
[Woah, everyone waited!]
Owen waved cheerfully and took a seat.
[But what about newbies?]
Then the group suddenly raises its hair and points to the opposite corner of the restaurant.
When Owen turned around, he saw a small goat sitting by the window in the corner, staring blankly outside.
[Lee Seong-jin said earlier that he had something to think about!]
[I told them to call me when everyone is gathered, but they seem to be concentrating so it’s hard to touch them.]
[…] okay?]
Just as they said, the air wrapped around the baby goat was somewhat serious and heavy.
‘It’s a newbie’s topic, but sometimes you put that weight on it… … .’
Creak.
Owen stood up and slowly walked towards the mountain goat. He was a little concerned about the guy.
‘Newbie guy. Do you have any concerns? If that’s the case, it would be better if you don’t grieve alone and just confide in everyone.’
Meanwhile. Contrary to everyone’s worries, Seongjin was just spending time recalling various things in a stream of consciousness. She was filled with a strange feeling that something would happen soon.
‘Isabella said that. The same code always creates the same image… … .’
That’s what she said. The shape of the normal world is a perfectly standardized image.
Its essence is also a solid image.
‘Come to think of it, my father also told me that story a while ago.’
It was probably the day Seongjin suddenly visited me at dawn.
Seonghwang told a story about a wizard who was famous on Bertrand Street a long time ago. Before he disappeared due to controversy over heresy, he was said to have gained popularity as a famous figure in the imperial capital.
-He used to show off powerful magic that spewed out five-colored fire from his hands. He was quite a spectacle.
-But there is no magic in this world, is there?”
At the time, Seongjin thought strangely. At least he had never seen a phenomenon that could be called ‘magic’ in the original dimension of Delcross.
Even the items in the imperial palace treasury, which are said to be magical items, are all items from the normal world made in Ionia.
Sure enough, Seonghwang nodded.
-okay. In reality, he was a skilled Auror user. The flame created by mixing the drugs was created simultaneously with the external air to deceive people.
-what. Isn’t that just a scam?
Seongjin looked dumbfounded, but Seonghwang added with a faint smile.
-Never forget this, Mores. In every world, there exists a fundamental power like these aurors. If you see a mysterious phenomenon that appears to be of extraordinary power, always think carefully about what lies beneath it.
okay.
Seongjin looked blankly into space and thought.
‘There is magic in this world, like a game. There are special skills such as aurors. But the root of it all is just burning. That’s all there is to it.’
Just like my father’s salmon that I saw in a crevice a while ago.
Like my Demon King No. 2, who burned Black Justitia.
Grumbling.
At one point, a vivid flame rises before Seongjin’s eyes. It’s small and insignificant like the devil, but once it catches fire, it’s a dark red fire that never goes out.
It was Demon King No. 2.
[omg? It’s a newbie!]
Owen, who was approaching, was scared and ran –
[Magic? Is it magic?]
[Lee Seong-jin! Is it someone’s attack? But this is a green zone?]
The other silent villains also look at Seongjin in shock.
“ha ha ha… … .”
Seongjin laughed at the phenomenon that occurred more easily than expected.
‘okay. If the normal world is structured by an oracle so that standardized images can easily be realized… … .’
There is no reason why Demon King No. 2, who has become completely standardized in my consciousness, should not appear easily!
fantasy,
