Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (33)
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Crackle!
The sword is swung. Embracing the golden light that brightens the dark winter sky. Head towards the enemy’s neck, crushing the falling flower petals. Soon, Black Claw meets it. An encounter between strength and power. That huge repulsive force goes to your arms and shoulders. On tiptoe, and through spidery cracks in the solid flagstone.
Quang!
In a split-second, using that repulsion as propulsion, the professor succeeded in pushing back the knife with the strength of his lower body, and extended his fist like a sword over his open chest. The professor didn’t think it would be possible to inflict fatal injuries on the other person to this degree.
‘The opponent is the 1st prince. Because he is the legitimate son of that empire.’
1st prince. Gainax Agdan. Among those who worship him, he is already said to be born with the image of a supreme king.
True to his reputation, his huge curved sword was used roughly as if it symbolized what a sword is, and he was easily dealing with the professor who had defeated several Master Knights without the help of the knights wearing the customary lion head helmets.
That golden auror. The golden energy that spreads out like an explosion centered around the imperial palace where the emperor is, forming golden armor that becomes the weft and warp threads. That was the biggest problem.
‘If you just look at power… I’m behind.’
The will of the whole of this great empire. It was no exaggeration to say that Gainax’s armor, which contained a significant portion of it, was a walking fortress.
A war of attrition and a short-term decisive battle. A situation where no one seems to be in an advantage. The joints and cartilage that had endured the terrible load of moving and stopping at high speeds were being torn apart, and his knees were hot as if they were on fire, and his whole body was already creaking from the sword wielding a huge auror like a charger.
‘If it hits you properly, it won’t cut you but will crush it.’
Truly a huge wall. And the feeling I have now after facing that is-
“…Hehehehehe.”
Strangely, it was so good that it was hard to understand.
The joy of battle. A different kind of pleasure than the reaction caused by adrenaline. What kind of liberation? Uplifting?
Combat is a fleeting art. It is an act of squeezing out all the possibilities that my body has in front of the person who is trying to kill me, and at the same time, using cool-headed reason to guide the movements made in the realm of instinct.
Spirit and body. The moment when those two conflicting concepts face each other most fiercely.
I thought maybe that was why it was like that.
A memory that is not in my memory. It is the memory of a monster sleeping in reality, and the memory of the moment I lost leaked out little by little.
Kurrrrrr-
Coo!
The scream of a spire collapsing after being torn apart by auras. Barricades collapsing from artillery fire and strange mutants rushing out.
“Kaaaaak!”
“For the true empire!”
Knights dying after following their ideals and oaths. The soldiers of the Dome gathered together under the banner of justice and, after much determination, were torn apart by the hands of mutants.
and.
“As an individual, I commend you for fighting against me, who is no different from an empire, saint.”
Gainax holds a sword filled with a huge aura that seems to pierce the night sky. The power of the enemy before our eyes is beyond irrationality and almost incomprehensible. The confirmed death that appears to overlap with that. Weapon of War, Orpheus.
Memories, emotions. The two things are mixed together in a way that cannot be expressed in words, and something that forms a single decision seeps into his mind.
‘It’s not something as base as mental pollution.’
I’ve already overcome that stage a long time ago. What is now… recovery? absorption? It would probably be most similar to call it that way.
[recovery?]
‘Okay, recovery. life and death. A monster created by both reason and emotion converging into one point. These are Professor Park’s memories as a Type 3 variant. ‘The black box stored inside my body, which was in a vegetative state, and my closed brain.’
Memories and emotions are tangled together and I can’t even figure out how to express them, memories that are tightly packed together like a diamond.
The feeling that permeated from it was close to the sense of liberation of someone who has found an answer to a long-standing problem.
Quack!
The broken leg of the monster trapped in the collapsed spire kicked away the debris and rose.
[Kyo…. Can you hear… Me! Ottoman….three! Damn it, magic disruption techniques… everywhere! -listen! Not the Empress of Flowers! There is no princess… I met the empress…! It’s a civilian! Aldrich himself-]
[Front…. Guard knight…. Not moving a single step…! Additional confirmation is impossible at this time!]
“…I gave you the easy option, and you finished it quickly.”
Otman’s voice is heard along with noise caused by magical interference. The news that the wizard team that went to the other side was successful and that they were not witches.
The professor stood up and faced Gainax, who was slowly walking forward with a curved sword overflowing with golden aura. The golden energy that enveloped his body was fluttering in front of him, as if it had become one with him and was leading him forward.
A strength that I still can’t find an answer to in this body that is exhausted and has run out of regenerative power. The relief that comes with facing it.
Yes, this feeling. This is a memory. An enemy that cannot be resisted. A variant memory of joy in facing an impossible situation.
No, maybe it’s not because it’s a variant. It could have been a person’s way of thinking that was twisted from the beginning.
A young child soldier who lay awake at night wondering why there was a war and why he had to kill people, became a survivor of the wasteland, a thief, and a robber. I grew up to be a person who understands well enough that when someone asks me the reason for the war, I can explain it with just a small complaint.
There were so many things in the world that were out of his reach, and as the things that slipped out of his grasp disappeared from the world one by one, he became more accustomed to them. He moved hard, distinguishing between things he could reach and things he couldn’t. He also learned to look away from what was out of his hands. He succeeded in surviving as one wasteland survivor.
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but. Just one piece. In the process of Orpheus’ light dismantling and reassembling life piece by piece. At the bottom of his innermost self, there remained a small piece of stubbornness that even the professor himself did not know about.
That’s childish whining.
‘There is no problem without an answer. There must be none.’
At the end of all those questions, it is foolish not to admit that there is no answer. The reason I can’t find the answer is because my perspective is still narrow and my abilities are lacking.
Because I have no doubt that there is a correct answer somewhere, I lament my lack of ability, blame myself for my mistakes, and try to get back up again.
People get angry when war breaks out, but they don’t think it’s their fault. Because that’s the story of those who have the authority to put their finger on the missile button far away.
Even if a volcano erupts or an earthquake occurs, people do not blame themselves when they see the cracking ground and gushing lava.
However, the person named Professor Park had a breakdown in that regard. From the moment he saw his father dying and vomiting blood in the thick smoke of the chemical bomb. Without thinking, he just got caught up in fear and acted stupidly as someone told him to do, and then he ended up having to pay the consequences through someone else.
He became a person who recalled, remembered, and endlessly repeated the thought of all the things in the world that he saw that he had no involvement in.
His ability to think was the result of endless self-reproach and misconceptions stemming from such a distorted unconsciousness.
Kwaaaaang!
The giant golden sword and the monster’s claws clashed, lighting up the night sky like daylight. At the intersection of the two powers, the ground split apart, and the black arm began to crumble from the power that separated the world from one another.
Crackle!
At the same time, those nails dig into the materialized aura, inside. Burning the golden crystal-like aura, it was gradually approaching the blade.
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“….this. Your arrogance is sky-high! How dare you think that the will of a single officer is equal to the will of the entire empire! How dare you truly believe that an individual can defeat this vast eternal empire!”
-Kwaaaaak!
The golden waves and the power of the empire that were flowing around were absorbed into the sword of Gainax and began to create a clear shape of the sword rather than simply an auror.
A curved sword whose size is close to that of a great sword. A golden sword whose guard is decorated with golden fur like a mane, and whose handle is embossed with a vivid lion’s head that looks as if it will come to life at any moment.
“Oh, I will raise your standard high and punish your foolishness with the great sword that opened the sky of the empire!”
Lion Sword, Lagrande.
A legendary greatsword that is said to have pledged its fate with Lionel Agdan, the first emperor who conquered dozens of small nations after endless wars in the distant past.
Gainax’s auror, who created that image, fell as if splitting the sky on the head of an ignorant person who did not give up.
With the sound of teeth breaking and clenching, with a scream that squeezes the entire body, exploding all compressed muscles. The monster’s black fist rushed towards the golden giant sword.
Hyde is the sleep of consciousness. I looked at the small, insignificant lump rising from the deep, dark, hard water.
[….It’s worth watching.]
A hard, messy, distorted mass. Although it was unsightly at first glance, Hyde, who was born from the inside of a human being, was able to read the meaning contained in its form.
As good as they are on the inside, they easily sympathize with other tragedies. The guy who was complaining about not being able to sleep comfortably lay down on a pile of firewood that evening and turned into smoke. engraved on his chest. In the heated gun barrel and lying bushes. Facing his lifeless eyes, he also reflected. What did I do wrong and what should I change? Regret, think, and act.
Traces of lying grass even when you step on a piece of grass. A form of slightly different pressure. Footprints. his military boots. Even the type of grass and the scent of crushed plants. All possibilities of intervening in the situation appear and disappear in an instant, and you slowly turn away.
In the midst of endless agony, he became a genius in strategy and tactics, and at the end of it all, his soft and good inner self was covered in ugly scars and broken-off wounds and hardened.
I wouldn’t say I’m a positive person. No, it would be more accurate to describe it as an ego full of negative emotions.
aversion. Aversion to inaction. A stubbornness that does not compromise and a direct view that borders on psychosis that does not turn away from anything.
If the Type 3 variant embodies trauma, it would be better to express its inner self as a human resolve carved out by the sharp cross-section of the broken ego.
The last moment of that life. A consciousness that was melting at the border between life and death came to mind.
『With all that impossibility. If only I could become something that I could reach, even with my fingertips. At least, if you are given the right to wander around looking for the right answer.』
Damn.
“I am. Reach out for the answer.』
Damn it –
『I will grab it. That’s how I will live.』
Therefore, we move forward with joy as we face a huge wall. I am thankful that it is in a place face to face with him, not far away and out of reach. rush in
….Pagak!
In an instant, the inner essence that resembles that scarred body is broken. Something shiny inside. What could be called the essence of life seeped into the dark inner night sky.
If memories were stars, their appearance was like the Milky Way.
At the tip of the dark red monster’s claws, a white flame resembling the Milky Way was pushing away the golden aura. Not in the form of a solid auror, as if expressing established will, but as a flame that endlessly shakes, distorts, and burns.
Auror. The power of an independent world built within to assert itself in another world.
What can push out what started in that microcosm is a fragment of another completed world. It was just another Auror.
Kkeuddeudeudeuk! Kakagak, kagagak!
The prince, Gainax, had to deny the facts before his eyes.
It was the power of the combined will of all subjects of the empire, and its shape was like the lion sword, the great sword of the first emperor that opened the sky of the empire.
His attack should not be pushed aside by such a hideous looking creature.
It is impossible for the power of an empire that extends beyond every corner of this continent and into unknown lands untouched by gods and demons to be defeated by anyone.
Since the Empire is not defeated, this is Prince Gainax’s personal defeat, which means that he and the Empire are not one. Because it means that he was not given the qualifications to be a perfect emperor.
As if the prince could not accept the situation unfolding before his eyes, he put more force on the sword, the incontinence spreading along with the shape of the sword.
“I am the legitimate son of the empire, the one who will become the emperor! I am the empire! Defeating me is impossible!!”
A world defined within him. An auror’s halo rose behind the prince, who identified himself with the empire, and it seemed as if the entire empire had risen up and struck down the blade of a spear.
And, compared to that huge energy, the energy is infinitely small.
“The answer prepared for that ‘impossible’ is me, you bastard!!!”
White flames broke out.
-Okay.
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Kwaaaaaaaaaa!
Finally. Penetrating the golden aura, the professor’s fist became lodged in the prince’s lion headgear.
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Prince Gainax’s body flew like a doll with its strings cut across the ground that had been cracked by a fierce battle that caused the ground to shift.
“Woe, protect His Highness the Prince!”
“You are seriously injured! “Protect the 1st Prince from this treacherous traitorous cabal!”
Clap!
Gainax’s body flew out and broke the door of the empress’ palace that he was blocking. The lion-headed knights, confused by the prince’s defeat, which they thought could never happen, left the battlefield that was being cleared and were flocking this way.
The knights were shouting to protect the prince with their mouths, but the direction their bodies were heading was not where the fallen prince was, but where I was standing just before falling.
It is something that they cannot and should not admit. The empire, the power of the emperor, which is close to its essence. Joining the battle of the prince wielding it was in itself a distrust of the empire and disloyalty, so he did not even think about participating in the battle.
The fact that such a prince was defeated was the same as having his foundation as a knight of the empire ignored.
“Damn it… If you catch the boss, you should be given some time to rest. “You guys have absolutely no manners.”
Facing the ferocious force, the professor swept his eyes across his body, which had transformed into a mixture of the muscular game body that was close to a humanoid and the real body that was closer to a monster.
[how is it? My own…. True body and body benefit? How do you feel about facing an unreasonable inner decision? It was literally like ‘Professor Park, compressed into practice.’]
‘It’s shocking. They put it in a good light, but in the end, [I can’t admit it! I can’t admit it!!] Don’t you think I’m the type of person who yells and hits people like that? Damn it. Personally, I thought of myself as a cold, sharp and rational type.’
[Oh my. I guess I was being too harsh on my feelings. When I see that my conscience is worn out and there is no trace of it.]
Patter.
The broken and cracked body was unable to regenerate and was falling apart. This means that the regenerative power has reached its limit. The tips of my fingernails are broken and dull, I have little strength in my arms and legs, and the knights who come are all of the highest rank among the master knights.
Hwareuk.
The professor, who saw a small wave of power that was described as the essence of destruction at the tip of his blunt finger, gathered his last remaining strength and kicked the ground with a confident smile.
Not in the direction where the lion-headed knights were running, but in the opposite direction. To the place where the fallen 1st prince is.
Slap!
The professor, who held the fallen Gainax’s head in his side, aimed the flickering flame of the Auror at the prince’s head without a moment’s hesitation.
“Don’t come any closer! “If you take even one step closer, I will fry the prince’s head to a crisp with the flame that consumed the great golden auror!”
Grumble!
‘…Ugh.’
I felt like I was going to vomit at any moment as I shouted loudly while exerting all my strength in my body, but I immediately felt better when I saw the knights frozen in the same posture as they were running.
[Wow. Just a moment ago, I thought, ‘The answer to the impossible problem is me!’ While saying the same thing. The ending is a hostage situation.]
‘There is no reason to solve a simple problem in a difficult way. Simple – is – best. Since you fought to the death and won, you can at least take the loot, right? ‘This is like an all-purpose shield.’
[To say that the entire fallen person is a trophy. A guy like an ancient Aztec warrior.]
Slurp-
Just like that, the knights were staring at the entrance to the empress’ palace like empty stones.
The professor placed Gainax’s fallen head on his side and walked into the empress’ palace, dragging him like a corpse.
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Tick. Tick. Tick…..
Tiring-
[Player log. check. ‘professor’. Accessing core data.]
[Player log. check. ‘professor’. Accessing core data.]
[access denied. access denied. Access not allowed. Limited access.]
widely. Hit angle. Crack. Hit angle.
[….check. Administrator ID, check. Biometric information… check. Master ‘Giedroy?’ Access allowed.]
[Fatal error ^%#&’/// judgment? Hold]
[Check log. check.]
[§///*^^32?- d(#@^%)?-8]
[Line 3. Eruption. Line 5. Line 12. Line 25. Line 9. Case end. Line 142. Line 78. Line 14. Case end. line….]
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“It’s the right answer to the incomprehensible…. Yes. You’ve finally arrived. “The third one.”
Old computers and the latest artificial intelligence data center. A room where cathode ray tube TVs and reality holograms are randomly mixed together.
An old man with a white beard was staring intently at a large, old screen.
His white, dirty beard was shaking as if it was touching the keyboard.
The old man’s dry fingers were dancing on the yellowed plastic keyboard.
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