Episode 306
[Your meager power cannot reach the crumbling king, haha!]
“know.”
I’m already hearing that line for the 20th time.
This life-saving method, the 3-second firing method, can slaughter the enemy in a vast range, but it was not a suitable means to attack the enemy’s weak points. Nevertheless, I continued to spread the light. This is not a fight for life. There is no reason why you must win. As time went back, I refined my life-saving techniques against that guy.
Sagwang is an extension of Baldosul. It has excellent range, destructive power, and instantaneous speed, but it is not a good sword to follow up on. What should I connect with the four lights to start with and the sword that follows?
“If you can’t calm it down with a single flash of light, if you don’t focus on the first hit and connect it with a wild dance, you can create a stronger destructive power.”
[what?]
The elder devil in front of me was now nothing more than a practice scarecrow. I completely ignored the confused guy and concentrated on improving my martial arts skills. This saenggeombeop is a swordsmanship that I created. Thousands of years of history of the powerful people of this world are engraved in memory. From the man in Wolah to the god of battle, Benver. It is also the beginning of martial arts, the origin of martial arts. I learned from Lanista and created a sword that can be called a new sword, encompassing the martial arts that I engraved with my own two eyes.
– I thought.
This biopsy method has been a collection of arrogance from its inception.
When this biopsy method was first invented, it was thought to be perfect in itself. He thought it was just a matter of my skill level and that I just needed to learn and train the finished sword. However, this biopsy method was not such a martial art. The more he concentrated and practiced, the more he realized that there were countless loopholes. Lanista once asked a question. Martial arts, which are called the world’s greatest, are divided into thousands of martial arts, but in reality, the number of martial arts that can be learned and used does not exceed ten. What do you think is the reason? I answered, ‘Because it’s annoying,’ and surprisingly, Lanista didn’t hit me. Now I see that I was close to the correct answer.
It was said that it was too much or too little. The more logic there is, the more complex the path becomes. To use a metaphor, it is an encyclopedia littered with annotations. Even though there is a lot of information, you have to find the page to get what you want. It is not practical. What I want is something that can be used at the right time and place. A ‘search box’ rather than an encyclopedia was needed. This biopsy method was divided into seven types, but each type required perfection, so there was no connection between them and no practicality. When using Sakwang, only Sakwang was used, and when using Gwanghanjeon, only Gwanghanjeon was used. There were times when different herbivores were used in succession, but the ‘turns’ were different. There was no connection between seconds at all.
“good night. “For this episode, I will have to practice connecting the Four Lights and the Moonlight Dance.”
[You’ve been saying things that don’t make any sense since a while ago. Have you become an idiot for looking at the enormity of your luggage?]
This biopsy method is not perfect.
I realized that he is a difficult person who must grow infinitely and improve infinitely with me.
It took twenty battles to achieve this realization. I held the Skade Mer tightly and ran towards the devil. It doesn’t matter if you fail. The opportunity… Because there are so many.
* * *
“Sangwang dances wildly.”
He swung Skade Mer, which had become a beam of light, in the style of the Moonlight Dance. Light strikes everywhere like thousands of whips.
[Wow!]
For the first time.
Elders who could only be killed with Gwanghanjeon could now be killed with other herbivorous methods.
Grow, you can grow. I had to forget about the situation for a moment and accept this moment happily.
“Seventy-fifth.”
It had to be that way.
* * *
“Hahahaha-! “I become stronger!”
[How did you… Wow!]
Countless fragments of sword energy tore the elder to pieces.
“Hahaha! Look, guys! “I’ve become stronger!”
“Yes?”
The children of Mahaecheon, who were embarrassed by the sudden situation, regained their composure thanks to my cheerful smile. Surprised, Origamer smiled and interpreted the situation in his own way.
“Right. This too was a test. It was the elders’ mischievous fantasy magic! haha. It made no sense to say that the elders were devils. Damn it, we lost a player. “I should have faced it calmly!”
“What, was that something like that? After all, it’s a magic tower. I was fooled… … .”
thud!
So they were eaten by the resurrected devil. I quietly watched them disintegrate in the devil’s mouth. I didn’t feel any emotions. It’s just a daily routine in a treadmill – worn-out sympathy. Because I know I’ll go back anyway.
* * *
I started having many conversations with Mahaecheon students.
It didn’t help solve the problem. I just wanted to know more about them. After witnessing hundreds of deaths, I no longer felt any emotion as if the NPC in the game had died. They are ‘people’.
The trigger was ‘yesterday’.
They wanted to test powers other than martial arts, and the fight became more intense than ever. One by one, the children of Mahaecheon met a cruel end. The surviving children cried and begged me to save them. Suddenly, I thought it was annoying. So, even though there were children in the orbit of the release magic, I shot them without thinking that they would go back anyway. The children swept away by the spell evaporated without leaving a body behind.
Flesh and bones melted, and acrid smoke rose.
Amid the stench and the gruesome sight, I immediately realized.
I killed them.
What have you done?
“What, let’s eat together before the exam. Didn’t you hate me? Oh, maybe spying?”
“Origamer.”
After returning, I immediately found Origamer’s room.
“Zemme or Betesi?”
“Hey, isn’t that alcohol?”
“It’s not? “Is it a drink?”
I said, pouring a grape-flavored ‘drink’ into the glass I brought with me.
“Let’s have a deep conversation among friends.”
“Come on?”
“We’re a bunch of nitpickers, right?”
“Mom told me to be careful of people who suddenly act friendly like you.”
I scratched my cheek, then smiled and said kindly.
“Let’s just talk for a bit, okay? “When you say something nice.”
“… “What is your business?”
Human life is long. However, no matter how magnificent a life a person has lived, his or her life can be summarized very easily in just one day of conversation. I learned more about Origamer. I like cheese and enjoy reading Juppelion’s books. I can’t eat spicy food and am allergic to apples. Due to his exceptional magic, he was highly anticipated since childhood. I am misunderstood as arrogant, but what can I do when that is true? The son of a renowned archmage, or a child hungry for love. Success for recognition. Longing for mother.
His story is,
It was not a life that could be completed by dying in vain like that.
“Ah~ Tomorrow is the test, but you spent the whole night messing about!”
“Thank you for telling me the long story.”
“Thank you, we are friends or something? “It’s ‘kanbu’ in your language!”
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It took two weeks to talk to all the children.
After that, I prioritized protecting the children of Mahaecheon.
Will I live, or will I die?
Even if it’s a life that goes back.
I thought it was the right thing to do.
* * *
It is said that time is relative.
Well, I’m eighteen out there.
If you count the time that has passed, you will soon be twenty years old.
If you add in his age from his ‘past life’, he’s a complete old man.
“It has to end.”
This biopsy method has not grown any further.
The limit has been reached. The time given is one day, and if you go back, the increased history will also go back. Repeated situations did not provide enlightenment. Even though his proficiency in this biopsy technique had greatly increased, he could not overcome the wall at the end of the flower world. No matter how hard and skillfully a hamster runs the wheel, in the end it is still just a hamster in the wheel.
The time I was locked up had no meaning to me anymore.
Did Son Goku become the strongest in the universe just by training in the Room of Spirit and Time? He was able to become the strongest by being trained by fighting against countless powerful enemies. What I needed was improvement. Even dignity is disappearing.
“We have to escape.”
I’ve reached my limit, damn it.
* * *
It was a very strange feeling.
I don’t feel lonely because there are so many people to talk to.
Even if you can’t drink aronia juice, there is no shortage of food.
The books of the Magic Tower were constantly new.
I didn’t fight on days when I didn’t want to fight.
Just one day is given, and it is a life without pain or loneliness.
But at some point.
In my past life, I suffered from much more intense fear and pain than when I was struggling to survive in a dying world or in my current life where I am constantly pushing forward to face an unknown enemy. It was after I was overcome by the fear that this life was ‘eternal’. There is no freedom. There is no future. There is no choice. The only ending left is death. I don’t commit suicide. There is one thing more fearful than death, even if you commit suicide… I’m worried that the day won’t start over again.
After feeling afraid, I had no contact with the elders.
Instead, what I did during the day was to copy the ‘Book of Raziel’ onto 765 sheets of paper. Even the smallest sentence – Cheonan Tong copied every sentence from every book he remembered. I held on to my burning eyes and put the Book of Raziel into writing. At first, even after a whole day, I couldn’t fill the hundred pages. The only thing that continued in my repetitive life was my ‘memory’. I continued writing. I wrote, wrote, and wrote again. Ever since I copied the Book of Raziel, I forgot to count the days. It no longer made sense. Days, weeks, years – if you can’t escape this repetitive day, it’s just a number.
* * *
All illustrations of ‘Black Man’ have been completed.
However, among the recorded demons, there was no elder demon.
Even though I searched for similar beings, there was no demon connected to ‘time’.
Is this a new kind of devil that is not recorded like the previous devils?
“He called himself the crumbling king. He’s an old devil. Considering their power, it’s natural that they won’t be recorded. but… If there is such a misalignment of power, there is no way it won’t be revealed. The king is not an individual. “The devil also forms a society, so there is a king.”
I wrote and erased countless sentences on page 765 endlessly.
I tried to find a connection by focusing on the words the elder devil had said implicitly.
Dimly.
Something,
It seems like it might or might not be connected.
“… “It’s been a while since I’ll have to trouble them.”
The next day begins.
I found the testing site.
* * *
After knocking out both Ma Hae-cheon and Chel Chely,
I sat leisurely and asked questions to the elders.
“Who are you – some f*ucking demon bastard?”
[You managed to figure it out. We are the crumbling kings… … .]
“stop.”
I sighed.
As expected, it’s a dodori ticket-
I can’t get the answer I want.
It’s a judgment call.
Will it be a handshake or not?
“I killed you guys.”
[her?]
“That’s why I was cursed. A day that repeats itself. already… “It’s the second day of the hundredth night, damn it.”
The expression on the elder devil’s face was not very diverse. Arrogance, anger, and fear of death. However, the expressions on their faces right now were emotions I had never seen before, even in hundreds of encounters. Shocked? curiosity? No, is it a mockery? They laughed quietly for a while and then pointed at me.
[Are we trapped in an infinite bondage?]
“Yes, you are good. “Bark more.”
[You idiot, I don’t know how you ended up in an endless cycle of being mortal, but you really did destroy us, chuckling. But how could a lower being kill the illegitimate child of humanity? You can’t kill us, you foolish sentient being. The crumbling king was ‘allowed’ to become immortal!]
“Are you such a great evil?”
[It’s cruel. There is no seed greater than us.]
“But why are you hiding like a cockroach in the tower? “Actually, aren’t they a bunch of bastards?”
[You guys have become so arrogant by killing us. But you know it too. Who is the real loser? Giggling. Now that you can enjoy eternal life while trapped in an infinite bondage – how can you even receive congratulations from the king?]
“Don’t show off, bastard. I killed the demon of corruption, the knight of the apocalypse, and even Descatre of pride. Do you think it’s any different with you? Even if you, a weakling who is not even recorded in the ‘Book of Raziel’, believes in that curse and goes out, you will all die in the end. Let’s see, is it already more than three hundred times? I killed it in various ways. “I’m in a really bad mood today, so I’ll kill you in a particularly painful way.”
Demons have various powers and appearances, but they have one thing in common.
arrogant and arrogant
When he provoked him, the elder devil’s wrinkled face turned red.
[Did you think you could record us with the light of an angel? Pathetic guy! We are his seed, the ones who will become kings. They are the descendants of the distant void, the fingers of Vadim, and the children of chaos. He is also the illegitimate son of the three goddesses, and is a person of ’cause and effect’ that is nobler and greater than any bloodline of evil… … .]
Thousands of puzzles.
The only piece that completes the puzzle.
As the words came out of the devil’s mouth – I felt everything connect.
I screamed as I slaughtered them in full force.
“Next time, I’ll kill you for real, you bastard.”
fantasy,
