Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 144

Chapter.9 Starfall (27)

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A deep valley in the Blue Line Mountains, infested with high-ranking spirit beasts and the undead.

An elf woman sitting on a tree and a short human woman were talking in an awkward atmosphere.

“So, their request is that our group of humans identify themselves, disarm themselves, and wait here until the sun rises tomorrow morning. “Is this all there is?”

“for now. Here in Kanere… well, as you say, in the village of the exiled elves, as Narim, the only authority I have is over the protection of the village. If you want to achieve your goal, you will have to fulfill my requirements and then enter the village and speak with the Great Mother in private.”

Idrasil was very confused about the current situation. She is a completely different person than she thought, and the conversation unfolds completely differently than she thought.

The man listening to the words of a human woman while being held down by his colleagues from afar, and the old human singing a strange song while tied to a rope and hanging from a tree, were all just strange.

“…! ….! …? ….!”

“Yes, Ariel. Humans are a truly unpleasant and strange species. “Is this the kind of ‘terrible thing’ that adults talk about?”

Ah!

Idrasil closed her eyes, soothing her spirit as it stroked the goosebumps all over her body.

I wish those people would leave this place quickly. It seemed like I wouldn’t be able to cut off the tree roots until they left.

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Meanwhile, Lucilla, who was running between the professor and Idrasil, was equally confused.

‘This isn’t it. This is not what I thought the group of warriors was like!’

Lucilla Aedran. Dare I say it, she was a genius. At least she thought so herself.

Since I first opened my eyes to the concept of trading when I was seven years old, following a commercial trip, I have never made a wrong transaction. Of course, he suffered losses, and there were times when he was betrayed and had his trade goods stolen, but by the time he arrived at the Gold Geyser upper building in Teldrat, he would return with a heavy cart full of silver coins, as if it had always been the case.

So, as soon as the words ‘village of exiled elves’ came out of the warrior’s mouth, I decided to join this group. Elves, an extremely closed race that cannot even trade with anyone other than a wind-type wizard.

It was unknown how the warrior found their remote village, which was not even a well-known elven forest, but since he was a warrior of the church, he thought he could do something, so he followed them.

Because there was a very strong smell of money. Just like when I met Roman, who was beaten up and stuck in the upper storage room.

But what does this mean?

“Oh, Lucille! “What are they saying over there?”

“Ugh… how long are you going to stay like that! “You can just go and say it yourself!”

“Hehe, sorry. “Not yet.”

That popular hero of the Light Church is half-hearted, unable to use his strength unless he is muted, a monster that cannot die even when his head is pierced by an arrow, and he is even a ‘wizard’, the number one person to avoid dealing with among all the top merchants! Aren’t wizards a group of insane people who reject the common sense of the world?

‘I can’t believe I’m investing in such a poor product! A wizard is a product labeled as [unpredictable] that any merchant should avoid!’

The results of that wrong investment were now before my eyes.

“Oooooh! She! She says she calls me! She is everywhere, my illusory lover who is nowhere! Guys, please let me go! please!”

“Don’t splash the water, Ottoman! “I heard you said that if the elf attacked you one more time, you would shoot him!”

“Please stay safe, my friend! “Why would someone who is old enough to do that!”

“Aldrich. Can’t you see, soulmancer, that this old man’s blue soul is trembling violently?”

“That’s why the food doesn’t go down my throat! You have to have a certain level of control, but this is… Ugh! I told you to calm down!”

“Please let me go-!!!”

The learned and gentle old wizard became blinded by the late wind and became a ‘typical wizard’.

“Hoooh. Wait a day to disarm. “Is that so?”

The hero of the Church of Light was tied tightly with a thick rope and was buried in the ground with only his head exposed, talking to the elf through her.

“It’s a failure… I can’t even break even with this… I’m such a failure…”

“failure? What failure?”

“There is such a thing!”

Lucilla screamed and sat down on the cart.

“Oooooh! me! Let me go! Finally the sea! “My sea is right in front of me!”

As I watched the wizard writhing on a tree with the setting sun in the background, my eyes became sore.

‘Ahh, just get the money back somehow. ‘I wish I could return home safely.’

It was an evening in which I sorely missed the kind and trustworthy people at the top.

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Unlike Idrasil and Lucilla, who were confused, the professor who confused the two women was actually quite calm.

“It is a waste of time to say that we are only doing this when we are faced with a situation where dialogue is fully possible…. Are there other threats besides us, so we can’t allocate our troops? No, it looks like the troops have left the village for a while, as they set a time limit of until the morning sun rises. “It seems the village’s condition isn’t as good as I thought.”

It was unexpected. The elf’s request was conveyed by Lucilla.

First of all, it was a hostile situation, and since they came with items that looked like they belonged to the church hanging around like this, I was prepared to at least watch them under siege or have them sealed with all kinds of elemental magic, but they just waited.

“Isn’t it good if you don’t treat me violently?”

In response to Lucilla’s question, the professor shook his head.

“There are only five of us, so we can’t be this passive. The more powerful a being is, the bolder it is, and the less powerful it is, the more timid it becomes. Since the people living in the center of the Blue Line Mountains cannot be weak, it must mean that there is another reason for their passiveness. The village is either in danger or busy enough that a fight with only five outsiders can be detrimental to the village. It’s both. “No matter what, it’s bad news that the village doesn’t have enough money because it has to borrow a useful person from that village.”

“You… did you figure it out just by listening to that elf’s request?”

“It’s a guess. Most likely. You show off too much in the first place. In the end, he came out alone and said, ‘Please wait a day.’ That elf isn’t that old, right? As soon as I see a human being, I see that there is nothing to say about hatred. “Isn’t this the generation born in this town?”

As I answered, trying to spit out the bug that was trying to crawl into my mouth, Lucilla’s face, which had been squatting down to make eye contact with me, contorted into an expression that was difficult to express.

“Prediction….impossible….”

“what?”

“A wizard, a monster, and now a trickster… I don’t know how to deal with this product…”

“???”

For some reason, Lucilla, who had an angry expression on her face from earlier, muttered something unintelligible, but I guessed that it was because the situation was a bit confusing right now, so I gave her my roughly summarized opinion.

“Anyway, it would be important to convey that we have no intention of attacking. Go tell it. Accept the demands, but please remember that we took a step back. We were very tired and exhausted after running from the ley line through the mountain range to here, and to relieve our fatigue, we could have used the strength we had from crossing the mountain range to tear down the barrier and robbed the empty village of a comfortable place to sleep. “We are just putting up with it for the sake of a peaceful transaction.”

This should be enough. The first thing is to be seen as a harmless being to the elves, but you can’t be seen as a clumsy person who does everything they are told. For now, it was enough to appeal that he was a moderately harmless yet powerful being.

Well, as expected, I’m sane now. No, I think you are in better condition than usual? Is it because I’m so far away from the spirit?

“It’s a water spirit… I met an unexpected ambush.”

I had anticipated many situations that would arise when meeting elves, but I never expected a situation like the present.

[What a beauty! To be caught in the world of beauty using a spirit that is not a human or a different race, but a spirit closer to a natural object than a living being! Hey shell, don’t you think you’re disqualified as a human in some way?]

‘I don’t know, dude.’

[No, that’s not true! I was quite surprised, but first of all, it had no effect on you or your consciousness. I was holding your consciousness tightly without me having to step forward. So, that means that the water blob isn’t at the stage where it affects the player’s consciousness. However, it is not as physically uplifting as when using blood armor. How should I explain that feeling? A sense of accomplishment? Achievement?]

First of all, it’s a good thing. Like when I first met Hyde, it wasn’t like something had just sprung up from the consciousness unit. It doesn’t feel forced. It’s not like I’m just going crazy with pleasure. Something… should I say that it felt like my mind was floating? Feeling like you are on a drug that is neither addictive nor has any aftereffects?

[Wouldn’t that be scarier? There’s that traditional fairy tale. Making a bet that the wind and the sun will take off the traveler’s clothes. You couldn’t even take off your clothes, so much so that they even took off your skin.]

‘Still, it’s much better than Ottoman. If I were level 5, wouldn’t it have been like that?’

[Ugh. I don’t envy magic anymore. I don’t want to learn.]

I must have looked quite ugly as Hyde was consciously waving his hands with his big black arms.

After I managed to get away from the spirit with the help of my companions and Hyde, I looked into the relationship between the spirit and the wizard.

– Speed ​​Wagon: You will be charged a fee.

– professor: Thank you.

After reading it, it turned out to be a simpler relationship than I thought.

Wizards are very attracted to spirits with the same attributes as themselves.

Wizards who pride themselves on knowing their properties better than everyone else in the world. For wizards who go beyond denial of reality and fall into the attribute almost to the point of autism, spirits are like a kind of utopia.

Why does a water wizard call himself a lover of water and a fire wizard call himself a lover of flame? Because they believe that about themselves. It is a metaphor that means that one can be satisfied just by studying the properties and living without a real spouse.

Spirits are created by combining the purest energy of the relevant attribute with will, escaping the form of natural objects, so from the magician’s point of view, it cannot help but be seen as an ideal that they have been searching for their entire lives.

So, when a wizard sees a spirit with the same attributes as himself, he cannot come to his senses and falls into it.

On the other hand, elementalists have a very, extremely, serious dislike for wizards. To be exact, spirits hate wizards.

A spiritist is a being who communicates with spirits. The spirit feels what the spiritist feels, and the spiritist feels what the spirit feels.

Now, let’s take a look at today’s victim, ‘Ariel (water spirit, female body, 60 years old).’

In general, water spirits have no interest in being touched or looked at by humans. Even though it is a female body, it is only formed through communication with a spirit person, and its essence is water. It’s the same as the river not feeling unpleasant if someone dips their hand in the river.

However, if the target is a water wizard or an idiot who devotes his life to understanding and observing water, it is a different story. Likewise, if you dip your hand into a river and the target is a wizard, the essence of water will touch your fingertips in a way that he understands.

To compare, this is the situation. As I was walking down the street, I felt a sinister gaze, so I turned around to see a crazy guy carrying dozens of cannon cameras, professional photography equipment, X-rays, and a 3D scanner for full body photography, drooling and frantically looking up and down, hitting the filming button. will be.

Would you say it feels like meeting a stranger who knows secrets or information that you have never shared, and who is even updating you in real time?

The spirit is very displeased with the fact that a being who is not a spiritist makes such perverted observations, and the magician who exercises control over the element through a trick called ‘enlightenment’ that rejects the providence of nature is very displeased, and this feeling is also conveyed to the spiritist.

In other words, to a spiritist, a wizard is…

– Speed ​​Wagon: A highly skilled professional perverted stalker. It’s roughly like this.

– professor: wome.

– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Scary, scary….

– Highway Nacho Man: Turning Professor Park, a manly man who runs around a battlefield raining bullets, into a watery stalker. Is this the power of GG, the world’s number one mass-producer of mental illness?…

– Representative of those who passed the BDSM 3 exam: No… Our hero, Professor Park, the savior of the dome, can’t be in such a ridiculous state! The leader of BDSM, who will lead us with powerful charisma, can’t possibly be Mulbagi! Nooooo!!!

– Jokass: Oh my. Was the red pill too much for you? He was a healthy young man, but it’s a shame.

– Gunpowder and blood: The truth always brings pain, boy.

“Ugh. A truly goddamn game. Since it doesn’t affect my consciousness, it’s kind of like a conditioned reflex system, right? Wizard penalty, something like that? Purely in-game influence?”

– Speed ​​Wagon: That’s it, no one knows. There is no one who is a wizard, and the probability of encountering a spiritist while working as a wizard is extremely low, and the probability that the spiritist has the same attributes is extremely low. Do you like water outside?

– professor: Ugh.

– Speed ​​Wagon: Huh? Well, since there are no spirits or anything like that out there, it won’t have much of an impact, but at least it’s clear that you’re overly connected to the character in the game. Let’s take it easy. Instead of just receiving porridge every day, eat some rice too.

– professor: Yes, I understand.

– Speed ​​Wagon: Go out and check your personal messages.

A sigh came out of my mouth. At least he had passed to level 2, because Ottman was singing something like a strange serenade even though he was hung on a tree with a gunny bag over his head like a death row inmate being executed. Since he had a better sensitivity to water-based mana than me, he seemed to be more strongly affected by the water spirit’s charm(?).

Well, now that I’ve experienced it once, I think I’ll know how to respond next time. The impact on reality… is something that needs to be thought about.

First of all, I needed to tidy up this part. The professor, looking away from the chat room, asked Notum, who was watching him buried in the ground.

“Will Otman come to his senses by tomorrow morning?”

[If you release him tomorrow morning, Otman will crawl on all fours and ask for the elf village to accept him, and he puts out his left index finger.]

“Gwok. “If they were the enemy, they would sell us out right away.”

“But I’m okay now? “If you give Ottman just a little time….”

Notum shook his head as if that could never happen and pointed at Borka and Otman with his finger.

“Aaaah! Ottoman! Stay still! please!”

“Let go! You ignorant and ignorant person! Spirit! Hurry and take me to the next level…!”

Otman, whose entire body is covered in water, pushes himself towards the elf, and Borka, who is drenched and pulling on the rope that is so tight that it seems as if it might break.

“Gwok.”

“okay. “I understand without you having to say anything.”

It seemed like Otman would have to be removed from the force tomorrow when the elves finished preparing.

“Hey, Borka! It’s a denominational system, so it can’t be cut off under any circumstances! Just hang it and sleep!”

“Well, wouldn’t that be too much for an old human? At least you should release it when you sleep….”

“Not to mention, looking at what you’re doing now, I think you can make triplets right now! If you feel weak, calm down! “Just tie it to a nearby tree and come and sleep.”

Looking at the requirements, it seemed like I would be busy both physically and mentally tomorrow morning. We’re all tired, so we probably need to get some rest.

Including me too.

Tiring-!

[Encampment: Blue Line Mountains (Bonfire/Hideout/Companions). Do you want to log out?]

“yes.”

As soon as I closed my eyes, a dazzling light filled my retina.

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Push-ik-

That’s it!

The familiar sound of a connector opening. Gray cement wall. A musty but nostalgic smell of shelter. As soon as I came out, I felt my strangely excited mind calm down.

“Ugh! It hurts! “I’m off work, I’m leaving-”

Nod – Tung!

“uh?”

I stretched without thinking, but I heard the sound of metal crunching as something caught on my fingertips.

Bang, bang, bang!

Connector lid. The connector cover that was hanging on my left hand, which was stretching, fell off without any force.

Crackling.

When I raised my left hand and brushed the joint with my fingertip, I felt the hard upper that I had forgotten about for a while.

“…It’s really a plague.”

It’s been a while since I went out, and it was very ominous from the start.

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fantasy,