Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (37)
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A narrow, dark single room, bedroom.
Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-!
A notification sound that rings incessantly.
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– blliard74: Shiva! Wow, Shiva! f*ck! dog! f*ck you! and!
– Toronto, Toronto, Toronto: From now on, if anyone says that they make money by playing with rankers in front of me, I will tear their jaws apart. Even when I ate canned tuna for the first time in three years, I didn’t feel this level of satisfaction.
– siuox2000: Professor Park’s play is touching.
– kirin: Make Empire Great Again!
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[Chat Room: 47-19 (Flesh Meeting for Generators)]
Drop…. Drop….
Tears were falling from the eyes of the man who held the screen with his two skinny hands, as if he was about to fall into the cracked screen. On one side of the screen that illuminated his dark room, there was a chat room chattering incessantly and a man accepting the ashes of the emperor’s flag from the throne room of the collapsed imperial castle.
Man, professor. His real name is Professor Park.
That man was his only light and idol in this hopeless world.
I wasn’t that into it from the beginning. Before the collapse, he was a cynical financial office worker, and after the collapse, he was just a lower class person who lived day to day as a GG worker without any special skills.
To him, the wasteland was violence, and the dome was just another violence that used that violence to squeeze people. I hated Dom, and the rankers who received their support were just bourgeois who bought favor with money.
So, he would only choose penalty plays, which were full of toxins.
People who have no money and become other people’s clowns.
People who cut down trees and mine ore, working five times slower than reality, see GG as another reality and pain. Seeing those people gave me a bittersweet consolation that I was not the only one living in such misery.
Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-!
But what about Professor Park?
Like the two mice that fell into the milk bucket in the old story.
When he gave up struggling in a melancholy sigh of relief, the human Professor Park did not stop swimming and struggling in the same hopeless situation.
When the mouse that gave up sank, the mouse that struggled ended up mixing the milk until it turned into cheese and survived out of the barrel.
“Huh, huh….”
Now, look at that mouse that came out alive. A feat that no one in the wasteland, from the rich to the poor, from leaders to criminals, can deny the effort of. A baptism of type filled with respect, fluttering like petals falling on a laurel wreath.
I didn’t know that I would respect someone since I was born. Not a flat picture in a vague exhibition of great men, but a man younger than him, living and breathing in the same generation.
Rustling-
The man took out a leaflet made of recycled paper that was being handed out by people in shabby clothes this day.
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[We want YOU! come! Gwangmyeong Church – To the Wasteland Parish!]
Do you feel like you are helpless?
Do you think that this is enough, that this is my limit?
There is a home for you here!
A home, but not a sanctuary!
A home for survivors so as not to pass on the remaining lives as worthless!
Live! I will live! My life, which is still attached, proves that life!
Thanks to the support of many people, the (former) ‘Professor Park Praise Fan Club’ has been reborn as a religious organization officially registered on the Dome!
We do not praise God. What we believe in is the one who survived until now!
Professor Park, the human being, is a lighthouse who went through that difficult path with his own hands and proved that it was possible!
Yes, it’s a pseudo! We gathered to respect one person, his life and his thoughts!
If you have the same thoughts as us. If you haven’t given up on life yet and hope to do so in the future!
Send a message right now!
[Regular refugee D sector meeting every Wednesday]
[Light lunch (only tea without rice) and barter]
[Men with intact limbs have a high probability of taking the BDSM test]
[Very slim probability of visit by Monk Dana Elisha Hyacinth]
[Bex’s regular visit]
Inquiry: ‘Roharam’s Monkey Spanner’ private message.
Sponsorship: ‘Roharam’s Triangle’ personal message.
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As they say, it is more of a fan club than a religion.
But even though I had never seen them before, I felt familiar to them. Even though I have no tact and feel aversion to group life. So, even if it were people like me who live in an E-class refugee zone who openly trade mutant drug compounds…
….Crack.
The man’s hand slowly typed the ID of the flyer. It was around this time that tension, joy, and the unique joy of someone who shared the same hobby appeared on the timid man’s face.
—-Tiring!
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[warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
[warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
– Toronto: Toronto: What is it?
– blliard74: Hey, I’m off the air. Is it because you are behind on your electricity bill?
– Gorimi: Me too? I live in a dome so that doesn’t happen?
– Toronto Toronto Toronto: What!
– Gorimi: Woo! Bring back the broadcast! You can’t stop here!
– blliard74: Give it back!
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[Area 47 chat room]
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– Jokass: Suddenly turns off.
– Heungan Mandu: Give it back…. Without broadcasting…. It’s so lonely here….
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: I asked on the hotline, and they said it wasn’t a problem with the transmission side.
– takealook: Then what is it?
– Soy sauce gay bar: I don’t know. Even the administration doesn’t know. The game just suddenly stopped playing.
– Noru Drug: ???
– Jokass: ???
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: AC. Bex will escape again.
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[47-3 Chat Room]
[47-19 Chat Room]
[Chat room: Jeon Neohyeop]
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Tiring-!
[warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
Along with the message that appeared before the eyes of all broadcast viewers, all broadcasts that had illuminated the professor disappeared.
“What, what! Why suddenly… Professor!”
Palak!
The man also threw away the leaflet he was holding and asked everywhere.
Nowhere, there was anyone watching the professor’s broadcast.
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– professor: Hey, guys! What are you doing!
– professor: What are you doing! Who do you think would be good to give me this flag?
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“….what?”
flag. It was also a black flag without any patterns that would symbolize the next great imperial family of the empire.
The emperor used the last freedom of his life to ensure the well-being of the people of the empire and to punish witches, and passed away peacefully, handing over all remaining authority to me.
In fact, he is the emperor’s plenipotentiary representative. All you have to do is become a witch and declare a new empire, and you will be elected as the number one founding contributor to this vast empire.
The question is, who will be chosen as the new emperor amidst all this chaos? I was worried about that, so I asked in the chat room…
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– professor: Hello? Jokas? Roe deer? Dana? Gay! Guys!!!
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No one said anything, as if they had suddenly become mute.
Private messages also don’t work.
The chat room also doesn’t work.
The moment I received the flag, I heard something like a crackling noise, but something must have gone wrong at that time.
“What… Could it be that a raptor came in from outside? A terrorist infiltrated the administration building and the building was completely destroyed, and the connection I am currently using was unfortunately damaged and the connection was lost?”
[well. I didn’t really feel any vibration in my real body.]
“…When I tried it, I found that the mutant body in reality was also very sensitive. Then it’s not an explosion or a terrorist attack. “Is it really bugun?”
A situation where you are suddenly cut off from the outside world. No matter how anxious I was, I couldn’t help but feel anxious, but it wasn’t a situation where I could calmly figure it out.
Boom – Quad deuk!
The power of the emperor that the witch coveted disappeared. This means that most of the emperor’s power, which was blocking the growth of cursed flowers, also disappeared.
The dried cursed flowers that had bloomed throughout the capital were growing like crazy, and some were pulling up thorns as big as building pillars and blooming huge petals on the capital.
“The curse of the sacrifice has been broken, right?”
[According to the knowledge in your head. ‘The curse is man-to-man regardless of its power. It manifests through target, catalyst, and casting.’ As you can see, the catalyst is in full bloom. The caster is a 100 year old witch. However, since the emperor, the target and core, has evaporated, the large-scale curse at the national level must have disappeared without being completed.]
“50 years of build-up finally came crashing down… It’s worth it to go on like that for so long.”
『Aaaah! AA AA AA!!!!”
A scream echoes from far away, from one side of the capital. Even at a glance, I could tell that the witch was there because the curse flower was growing explosively.
Election of a new emperor.
The connection suddenly disconnected.
A witch whose tip has turned.
[….What are you going to do?]
The professor looked at the unanswered chat room, the empty flag, and the cursed flower stretching out toward his feet before answering.
“I learned something when I came here.”
[What.]
“Sometimes, because you have too many thoughts, you end up doing things wrong.”
Anyway, the connector problem cannot be solved here. except.
The question is whether the new emperor or the witch comes first…..
The founding of a nation comes with a myth. For the sake of the succession of its legitimacy, if the new emperor were to help out with the Witch, the handover of the empire would have been smooth, but right now, the Witch is running amok, demanding to see the face of the guy who ruined the 52-year-old project…
“…Let’s take a look at Mr. Metal Joe’s method.”
[….huh?]
The professor turned around and returned to the emperor, who was now a pile of ashes.
The cloaks and clothes are gorgeous, but worn out as if hundreds of years had already passed. Meanwhile, decorations that have not yet lost their shine.
The round seal of the royal family.
“…You’re the one who brought me here, so please guide me until the end.”
Ting-!
‘Khahaha! Coin toss! ‘I’m all in on Lady Luck!’
At that moment, the professor, who was grinning at the memories that came to mind with the smell of oil, flicked the emperor’s seal with his thumb.
obverse. If it’s a lion’s face, it’s from the new emperor.
back. If it’s a complicated magic engraving that you don’t know what it is, start with the witch.
Swish- Swish- Swish- Swish-
What the heck!
The moment the seal spinning in the air touched the floor, the professor’s palm pressed down on it.
Due to that power, the seal was stuck in front of the emperor who was reduced to ashes.
The professor looked at the seal inlaid on the hard stone floor and smiled at the ashes wearing the emperor’s clothes.
“…That’s what they decided. “If something goes wrong, don’t you blame me?”
Now that the direction has been decided, all we have to do is move.
The professor’s physical strength recovered, but he still couldn’t recover his arm, which had been blown away by the storm, and ran away, leaving Hwangseong behind.
The emperor’s seal, stuck in the center of the collapsed imperial castle.
It was the back.
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“Aaaah!”
At that time, the capital came to Amperia, near the imperial castle.
“Don’t come, don’t come! “Don’t even think about risk options!”
For the first time in her life, Lucilla was regretting for the hundred and forty-second time that she had followed emotions instead of reason.
It was good until we got over the castle wall. Roars and screams were heard everywhere, but there was no threat around her, and the stone golem’s bridge between the huge cliffs was filled with the corpses of countless knights, no matter who passed by first.
‘This… is the second prince’s seal? As for the knights, on one side are the royal guard knights, and on the other are the 2nd prince’s knights… The 2nd prince’s forces have taken unreasonable measures! I plan to attack the emperor directly and take over the throne with my might!’
It seems that the warrior went to the front gate as I saw a storm and explosions in the distance near the main gate. She was at the east gate of Hwangseong, so it was a distance she could join if she ran hard enough.
‘What I can do is not fight! Here, there’s something here! A big, shiny mountain of gold! ‘I feel that way!’
Instead, she chose to step over the corpses of the knights and enter the imperial castle.
And the result.
Coo coo coo coo-
Quang!
thud!
“Waaaaaaaa! All it takes is one failure! Life is ruined! Hero! Notum! Aldrich! “Someone help me!!!”
Now, in the middle of the castle, which was collapsing in real time, I was running around avoiding the rocks and pillars that were raining down.
It’s been a long time since I entered the old city, which was already located inside the castle like a fantasy, along the shabby dirt road.
Now, the mysterious guidance and golden energy that had been driving her so hard have begun to disappear like fog. She had nowhere to go and was just running around wildly.
Lucilla, now covered in dust, said, ‘This is how my legend ends in misery!’ Around the time the same thought occurred to me.
Whoosh!
“Huh, huh, the basement? cellar! Lo Haram el Samia Tenebria da Carza Amis! Whoever it is, thank God for watching over me! thank you! “If I survive, I will definitely donate!!!”
In the collapsing building, Lucilla threw herself into the door leading to the basement that appeared like a mirage, shouting the names of the five great gods.
Rattling.
“….uh?”
Rattle, rattle!
“Now, is it locked?”
A door that won’t budge no matter how much you push and pull.
Above Lucilla’s struggling head, a completely broken spire casts a shadow.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
“please please!!!!”
At the time, Lucilla was desperately pulling on the doorknob as the shadows covered everything.
“Get out of the way!”
Suddenly!
A figure appeared from nowhere, cut open the thick wooden door, and pushed Lucilla inside.
Two people jumping in with a narrow gap, and debris falling.
Kuguuuung-!
Lucilla, who had rolled inside and was covering her head, turned towards her benefactor who had saved her when the roar died down.
It wasn’t difficult to figure out its identity. In a basement filled with the musty smell of dust, there was a scent like the refreshing forest air.
Lucilla jumped into the arms of the blue-haired elf.
“Hey, idrashiiil~! You came to save me!!! “How did you get here?”
“…That’s what I’m going to say, Lucilla. “It seems like he asked me to stay still inside the castle city’s camouflage barrier.”
“Hi!”
“It’s a shame because I heard your voice and came to see you. If I hadn’t done so, I would have died. Lucilla, how did you get here? “Excuse me, but this is not a place where you, who are incompetent in the field, can come.”
“hmm….”
Unlike her usual calm demeanor, Lucilla hesitated at the stern voice. She couldn’t even explain how. What brings her here? Unknown certainty? Golden India? Merchant’s sense?
The problem with just throwing around anything was that even at this moment, I could still feel a faint residual attraction.
It wasn’t as strong an attraction as before, but it felt quite familiar. Yes, the attraction I felt when I first met the professor, around the time I moved with the top. As a merchant, the feeling you get when encountering something precious.
“This place is full of things I don’t understand. You chase the professor, but he suddenly disappears, leaving you alone in a fantasy-like city. I definitely felt like I was alone, but at some point, I heard you scream, Lucilla. “The capital of the empire is full of things I don’t understand-”
Crack-tap-tap-
“Shh, Hydrasil, wait a minute. “I think it’s here.”
“…I need an explanation.”
“Why I had to come here. “It’s like here.”
As I caught my breath, my surroundings came into view. A silhouette fluttering in the faint light that leaks in.
Although they are worn out, they boast such outstanding workmanship that they can be traded at a high price even in their current condition.
“This is… a warehouse? Ouch! Ugh… Is it an armory?”
Lucilla went forward, frowning at the sharp pain she felt in her fingertips.
At a glance, you can see that these weapons have been left in this state for hundreds of years, but they are still sharp enough to cut flesh with a simple touch.
This means that all the weapons that fill this warehouse are not ordinary items.
And in the midst of all this, the identity of the item that had so stimulated Lucilla’s senses as a merchant was finally revealed.
A sword covered in white dust, placed together with other dusty weapons.
It is heavy and large enough to be difficult to lift alone, and has an impressive lion head decoration.
“This is it….”
“Lucilla?”
“This, this thing called me, Idrasil! An item I’ve only seen in history books! Lionel, the lion sword who opened the sky of the empire with the first emperor, Lion King Agdan I, and was given the same fate as him! Poetry, it looks like the real thing. “It’s not like a ceremonial replica, it’s like the real thing, the direction of which even the Empire didn’t know!”
As a sword, it shared its fate with the first emperor, and when its destiny was fulfilled, the emperor’s sword suddenly disappeared.
Lionel.
The legendary sword, which no one has been able to find since the first emperor, Agdan I, and which is said to have shared its final fate with the emperor because it could not be used, has now appeared before their eyes in the basement of this mirage-like city.
Numerous weapons that shared the history of the country’s founding long ago. A sword that opens the sky that was sleeping with them. Lion Sword Lionel.
“…Ugh, ugh! risk!”
Thump!
While the sensitive Idrasil did not dare to come near it, Lucilla, who was biting her lip, closed her eyes and grabbed the handle.
It doesn’t seem like there’s any particular light coming out or anything special happening.
However, it was strange that a small-bodied girl like Lucilla was lifting that huge sword.
“It’s not as heavy as you think, right? After all, are expensive items different?”
“That… is more than a sword, it’s closer to something similar to an old spirit… but if you touch it so carelessly…”
“I don’t know! This guy called me in the first place! Are you sure! And there was nothing in Lionel’s lore that said anyone could touch him! It is said that even King Agdan I lent his subordinates and others when he needed it!”
“but….”
“Hey, what else! The object in front of you right now is nothing short of the most valuable relic in the world! “There’s an item I’ve been thinking about exchanging for the dragon heart from that legend, but as a merchant, I can’t just let it go without even touching it because I’m overwhelmed by the momentum just because the item is expensive!”
“Umm….”
It wasn’t like that at all, but Lucilla, who had already picked up Lionel in its sheath, tore off the hem of her dress and tied the large sword around her waist, so Idrasil said nothing.
“Let’s go, Idrasil!”
“Let’s go. “Where do you mean?”
“Of course, I’ll find a buyer who will get it for the right price! Right now, the empire is being reduced to bean powder by the witch’s hands, and the imperial castle, which symbolizes the emperor, has collapsed! Meanwhile, this lion sword is truly a symbol of orthodoxy! Proof of succession! “This is the product whose demand is skyrocketing at this very moment and in this place!”
“So, to whom are you speaking?”
“Uh… um… won’t he find it? “Because it’s a legend!”
Ugh-
Just as Idrasil was sighing, wondering if even Lucilla had gone crazy, the sword rang as if answering that question.
“Hey, this way! “Roughly, that’s how it feels!”
“…Whew. Isn’t it impossible for an elf to understand humans…”
“hmm? “What?”
“it’s nothing. “Let’s go.”
Idrasil, who has a strange expression, is learning what ‘resignation’ means.
Rattling!
In the ruins of the collapsed castle, two human figures escaped towards the capital through a gap in the rock lifted by the water spirit.
As the sky filled with purple ash and the ground covered in cursed fire expand.
….Ugh.
[Sword family, Schwarz family. Tomb of the Sword.]
“Matriarch! Oh, the sword! The ‘matriarch’s sword that never returns’…!”
“…I thought the night air was unusual. Today is the day of the old oath. Wake up the children. We have to get ready.”
[A territory that was destroyed a long time ago. Execution place.]
Coooooo!
“This ax… oh my. Empire, is there still more work to be done for this old man…? Hehehehe… Let’s see if he can swing it even with his skeletal body.”
[forest. A pond filled with moonlight.]
“Narim. This is….”
“Don’t be upset. Unfinished business always comes back. The arrow has arrived, so all you have to do is take your bow.”
[Duke Glen]
“Muto! Where are you Muto?”
“W-I’m here! It’s early in the morning, so I only woke up for a little while-”
“Stop talking nonsense, go to the library and get it!”
“That? If that’s the case….”
“That’s it, you bastard! The oldest, worn-out law book that you can’t even throw away!”
[Wuthering Heights. Hometown of the Wandering Wizard.]
“…This is another unfortunate wind. Hey, the guy who isn’t sleeping right now… Ah, there you are.”
“Yes. What are you doing this early in the morning?”
“Go and gather a handful of wind. We’ll have to stop by the capital.”
“Capital… you mean?”
“Yes. It’s been a long time since everyone dispersed, but the owner of this place was once a person who was on friendly terms with the emperor, so what can we do? We, the tenants, must pay back.”
Ugh-
Ugh-
East, West, South, North.
From the ducal house to the nameless barn.
The power of the empire was scattered with the death of the emperor.
Something that has not yet fallen into the hands of a witch. A power purely bound by a covenant between the emperor and that individual.
The power that was bound together in the framework of the empire and in the name of the emperor spread throughout the empire and regained its own form and place.
Ugh-
Ugh-
“Ugh! Boy! I know you have valuables, but right now I have no choice but to take them with you! Just be quiet!”
“…Lucille. I don’t know the black language.”
“Hmm… I thought I would be able to understand people when I reached the level of the legendary sword.”
Wooooow-
Amidst Lucilla’s grumbling. The lion sword hanging on her waist constantly let out a cry as if guiding the scattered light.
To the capital. Where the empire began and where it ended.
And then, back to the starting point!
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fantasy,
