EP.113 Human obsession (2)
The black magic tower lord, Yetual.
A wizard who has been engaged in magic for a long time suddenly looks back on his life. Yetu Al never thought of himself as weak.
‘Competed with numerous wizards.’
There were wizards who were called geniuses. There was a mountain of it. After competing with such wizards, Yetual took the position of the Black Magic Tower Lord.
I wasn’t intoxicated with talent.
I put in as much effort as the talent I had.
The person called a genius worked harder than others. The magical path that Yetual has walked throughout his life is beautiful. It’s worth calling it perfect. Yetual never doubted that fact.
However, now he feels helpless.
I am feeling emotions I have never felt in my life.
“······.”
The gaze is directed towards the castle wall.
Mana swirls. A flash of light flashes, and a loud roar rings out one after another. It was already a different world.
‘You cannot intervene.’
You can feel death just by looking at it.
Cold sweat ran down my spine. Yetual feels fear. There was a level that no mere human could dream of.
‘No, it’s not impossible.’
If you are willing to give up your life. If you are willing to give up everything you have built up in one moment. You can step into that realm, even if just for a moment.
However, Yetual does not do that.
There is no reason or courage to do so.
“… That’s amazing.”
So, I can only admire it.
-Those magic tools, please lend me them.
Etoile praises the person who intervened there with a mere human body. He looks in awe.
-please.
His last words linger in my ears. Intense, determined eyes flashed before my eyes. Yetual thought about the magic tools he had readily lent to him.
The essence of the Black Magic Tower.
Magic tools with dozens of spells engraved on them.
The value of those magic tools is astronomical.
What you pay for is the price. These are masterpieces that Yetual created throughout his life. It was never something worth lending to outsiders.
But, why?
-Take it.
Yetual gave it to the hounds.
Without expecting anything in return.
For Yetual, who is cool-headed, calculating, and weighs pros and cons in everything, it was something he could never have imagined doing.
“…I guess I went crazy for a moment.”
Even while mumbling like that, Yetual’s expression doesn’t look too bad. Rather, I felt relieved.
‘I couldn’t help it.’
Yetual thinks so.
I saw a scene where a human being risked his life. I saw eyes that were determined to set my life on fire. I witnessed human persistence.
It is like a brilliant light.
Humans are drawn to brilliant light. I am fascinated. Sometimes they behave in an unsuitable way.
“…There must be a lot to take care of.”
Yetual sighed inwardly.
The end of the night comes.
The sun was about to rise beyond the castle walls.
2.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Kalt swung his hand holding the chain sword. The chain swayed loudly. Kuntel’s body, bound by his chains, also shook. Kalt opened his eyes wide.
‘The wall has already been overcome.’
We even succeeded in digging through the gap and jumping off the castle wall together. All that’s left is to throw it as far as possible. They had to be prevented from climbing the walls.
Sreung.
However, the opponent is the Sword Master.
Because they can swing a sword in any situation, they are called sword supermen.
Suddenly!
A sharp sword strike breaks the chain. It doesn’t stop there. Kuntel twisted her body in the air and swung her sword. Even though she didn’t have the correct posture, the slash was extremely sharp.
Fit.
“Tsk!”
Kalt turned his body reflexively.
A sharp wind passed by my ears. Blood spattered on him. Before we knew it, the land was approaching. Kalt landed with a narrow fall.
thud!
Kuntel lands after Kalt.
Dust rose up. In the plain where the remains of the castle wall were piled up, Kalt gritted his teeth.
‘···There’s no way it’s going to go as planned.’
It was a problem that was already expected.
Kalt checked the condition of the magic tool in his mouth. The filter that purifies demon energy was working properly.
‘···Performance is certain.’
Try moving your arms and legs. The magic tools that assist the body are also working properly.
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“···Phew.”
Taking a short breath, Kalt looked beyond the dust. Kuntel was slowly getting up from the dust.
Sword Master, Kuntel.
A familiar made from his corpse.
Kalt recognized this at a glance and gritted his teeth to check Kuntel’s condition.
‘Luckily, it’s not normal.’
It is one eye.
Mud flows from the sunken eyes. Both of her arms were broken and tattered, and the hand holding the sword was weak. Her thumb and index finger appear to be torn off.
Compared to that, how do you feel about yourself?
Thanks to all the magic tools of the Black Tower, my body is full of vitality. All my senses are sharp like a well-honed blade. It is in a state that can truly be called the best.
however.
‘You can’t win.’
Kalt is confident.
Kalt also uses a sword. carried out the sword. Therefore, I am well aware of the weight of Sword Master Kuntel’s name.
The strongest sword master.
A legendary swordsman who crossed swords with the sword of death. Kalt also received guidance from that proud swordsman.
‘···He was a very great person.’
A proud prosecutor.
A swordsman with noble ideals.
To all those who wielded a sword, Sword Master Kuntel was like an ideal.
It’s different from a warrior.
Even though knights envy warriors, they do not want to become like them. A warrior is like a miracle chosen by the stars.
In comparison, what about Kuntel?
No one chose him.
After endless efforts, he became a superman. He honed his life for one purpose. At the end of his life, Kuntel achieved a feat.
It is an achievement achieved as a human being.
That is why it is an even more brilliant feat.
There were many people who wanted to be like him. Kalt was also one of them. Kalt respected Kuntel.
so that.
Kalt feels angry at the familiar in front of him. I cannot bear this situation where the body of a proud prosecutor is being humiliated. However, he does not show anger.
Let it sink.
Calt exhaled calmly and adjusted his sword.
‘I’m sorry, Kuntel.’
Because I can’t defeat you.
However, I have to stop you.
Because I have to stop you from climbing this wall.
‘I will desperately stop you.’
Kalt apologizes internally.
Because I know it’s the bare minimum courtesy.
‘Please, forgive this rudeness.’
Kuntel draws his sword low.
It’s a movement I’ve seen many times. The sword strike that approaches the ground is sharp. The sword soars, cutting through the dust.
Chaeng.
Kalt responds.
Sword and sword clashed. It is Kalt who is pushed back. However, even though Kalt is pushed, he does not back down.
‘It must be stopped.’
Kalt risks his life for one purpose.
Like Raniel on the castle wall.
3.
Kwasik.
He reaches out and grabs Gletus’ arm. This is the bare skin that has been reached after peeling off dozens of layers of magic. Raniel ripped off the apostate’s arm with all his strength.
Tdu-duk, tdu-duk!
It is not a feeling of flesh being torn apart. It feels like ripping apart rags. The apostate’s arm is torn off with a horrifying sensation.
‘We finally reached it.’
Looking at the torn arm, Raniel senses victory. However, he does not let down his guard. Raniel understands exactly what he doesn’t have.
‘I don’t have a holy sword.’
It is impossible to completely cut it off.
As expected, a sticky black substance hung from the cross section of the torn arm. It is connected with apostates.
“You can’t do it.”
The apostate whispers.
Raniel swung his fist at the old object. He was not cut off. Demonic beasts continued to pour out of the old water.
“Because you were not chosen by the stars. Because you are not a warrior. You can’t. “I can’t quit.”
The apostate says:
Raniel does not listen to those words.
‘I’m sick of hearing this.’
Many people said to Raniel:
You are not a warrior. Even if you struggle, you will not be able to reach disaster. But Raniel has always been looking for an answer.
Ashes to Ashes.
Ashes burn with fire.
The stench of burning demons stings my nose.
widely.
Raniel goes beyond the burning flames. With each step, the wound opened up. Blood poured out.
‘The body is already at its limit.’
Know.
‘I can’t give up any more life.’
He also knows.
The soul is worn out. Raniel himself knows that fact better than anyone else.
‘Even if it lasts a long time, it can no longer be replaced every few decades like in the past.’
The day I sacrificed half my life in front of the Demon King.
On that day, when dozens of years of life were burned, Raniel’s soul and body were already broken. The soul was worn out as a result of having to endure more power than allowed.
Even if the body has changed.
Even if the soul has been deteriorated… once it is worn out, it does not come back.
Normally there is no problem. However, every time he has to reach for something he cannot handle, like now, Raniel realizes, even if he doesn’t like it.
‘This is the last appointment.’
If you cross it, you die.
And I can’t die yet. I can’t die because I have a lot of work to do. People who are cornered wonder.
What you can do.
And, what was given to you.
Raniel’s eyes sparkle. There is a strangeness in the blue eyes. Squinted eyes capture Seunggi.
Coo!
Tenacity moves the body.
Smite.
Flashes of light pour down. Demonic beasts escaping from the flames are pierced by a strong blow and disappear. Raniel takes a step forward. His blood spattered.
Smash.
A hole is created by the rushing waves of demonic beasts. There is a stir and the group disperses. Take another step.
Kieeeeek!
The crustacean opens its mouth and charges. Raniel goes into it. She breaks free from the inside. Just like Kyle, the warrior.
chin.
The gait is slow.
Take one step at a time, slowly but surely. Even though he is coughing up blood, his gait remains undisturbed.
Nothing can stop Raniel.
Hundreds of demonic beasts surge, but Raniel breaks through even them. His body is sluggish. The body has reached its limit. Therefore, Raniel pursues efficiency.
“···I see.”
The apostate laughs.
It is a faint smile that reminisces about the past.
“Even these things are similar.”
What moves that body is persistence.
Coo!
In the end, Raniel reaches Gletus.
Her gaze is fixed on the sludge flowing from the apostate’s shoulder.
Flashing.
Starlight gathers in Raniel’s hands. It is the remnants left after burning life. By collecting the remnants of starlight, Raniel creates a ray of light.
It’s the final blow.
Raniel widens his eyes.
‘The purpose is to cut.’
We must cut off the old filth.
What is the most suitable form for it? Raniel finds answers in what he has seen.
Star sword.
I vaguely picture that shape.
The rays of light gathered in Raniel’s hand are sharpened. Ran El waved his arm lightly. A platinum-colored halo appeared.
Suddenly.
A beam of light passes through the old water. Light scatters into space. All that remains is the result of being cut. The apostate opened his eyes wide as he saw the scattered light.
“Oh, really…”
She closed her eyes and opened them.
With an ecstatic expression on her face, she opened her mouth.
“It’s your victory.”
All familiars have disappeared.
The apostate’s body crumbles. The connection that held her to her reality was broken.
“Ah, it’s such a pity.”
The apostate extends his one hand. The hand caresses Raniel’s cheek. Raniel can’t hit it. Because he didn’t even have the strength left to lift a finger.
“If you had come one step further, you could have killed me. “Child, you were one step short.”
She whispered in Raniel’s ear in a sweet voice.
“But it’s not a failure.”
Gletus’ heart is pounding.
A ray of light emerged from the heart. It is the balance that takes it away.
“My last chance is gone. So, I needed a child who looked like me… but even that failed.”
She licked her lips as if she felt regretful.
“Ashen.”
Gletus’ green eyes were shining.
“Next time, should you come visit me?”
“certainly.”
Raniel responds to the whisper.
“I will definitely kill you.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Eventually, the apostate’s body disperses.
······The apostate was defeated by one human being. Man single-handedly triumphed over the disaster that had plagued him for eternity. He defended the city and thwarted the purpose of the disaster.
It’s a feat.
It was something that could be called a feat.
however.
Quickly.
Humans are not satisfied with that.
I feel resentful because I am not satisfied. She opened her eyes wide and looked for a moment towards where her apostate had disappeared.
* * *
finished.
I let out a short breath. As I took a deep breath, my legs lost their strength. I flopped down on the railing of the castle wall.
“Cough, huh.”
He spat out a piece of bone chewed in his mouth.
After spitting out the blood stuck in my throat a couple of times, I felt like I could breathe a little easier.
‘It hurts so bad.’
I leaned my head against the remains of the watchtower.
Again, I used up my lifespan. He didn’t burn much, but the thought of having to deal with it made him dizzy.
“···That sucks.”
In the end, what came out between my lips was the same cursing as always. I let out a long sigh.
Couldn’t kill the apostate.
Just one step was missing.
‘···Still, that doesn’t mean there’s no harvest.’
I slowly raised my arms.
In my hand, I held the torn off arm of Gletus. For some reason, this one didn’t disappear with the apostate.
‘I cut my arm twice with this.’
However, it is different from the first.
At that time, the sword of death retrieved Gletus’ arm. Not this time.
‘There is some reason.’
It was worth researching.
I slowly stood up while holding Gletus’ arm. Standing on the half-ruined castle wall, I looked down at the outside of the castle wall.
‘Khalt.’
At the last moment, Kalt intervened. He dragged his familiar outside the castle wall and fell. If it had not been for Kalt, victory would not have been possible.
‘It would be nice if you were safe.’
With that thought in mind, I walked on.
I came down to the bottom of the castle wall, stepping on the remains of the castle wall. The first thing that caught my eye was the open grassland.
Trudging.
There was no need to go that far.
There was a long mark that looked like it had been cut with a knife. I walked to the place where the ground was hollow and cracked.
“Ah, are you here?”
There was Kalt there.
Kalt was waving his hand at me, leaning his back against the shattered remains of the castle wall.
“······.”
I looked at Kalt in silence.
A long scar remains from under Kalt’s chin to around his eyes. The remains of broken magic tools are lying on the floor.
“Kek, clack.”
Kalt cleared his throat and spat out blood.
Kalt was as slandered as I was. I walked towards Kalt, dragging my broken foot.
“Oh. “There are no such thing as complete zombies.”
“What about you, dude?”
“This is fine.”
Kalt wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pretended to swing his arm. I guess he wanted to show that he was fine, but as soon as he waved his arm, Kalt’s expression suddenly crumpled.
“Ugh.”
“Ugh.”
I sighed and sat down next to Kalt. Leaning against the same wall as Kalt, I slowly opened my mouth.
“···thanks.”
“It’s something I will live to see for a long time. “I also listened to all my thanks to my seniors.”
“What do you mean, I said thank you often?”
Kalt chuckled.
I asked Kalt about that.
“Why did you rush in?”
“yes?”
“You could have died. No, it’s actually a miracle that I survived. “The opponent was a sword master.”
“Yes. Wow, as expected from Kuntel. “I really thought I was going to die.”
“I guess I really almost died.”
“······.”
“Why did you do that?”
There would be no reason for you to do that.
I saw Kalt. Kalt didn’t look at me. The guy spoke while looking at the distant sky.
“Yeah, well.”
Kalt shrugged his shoulders.
“You risked your life, didn’t you?”
“······.”
“Didn’t you end your life? “If it were your personality, it would definitely have been like that.”
Kalt laughed mischievously.
“Senior, you are taking the lead by risking your lifespan, so how can I stay still? “We have to do something.”
“You’re retired, dude.”
“You retired too, right?”
“···Now that you say that, I have nothing more to say.”
I burst out laughing.
“Well, it worked out somehow.”
“That’s right.”
Kalt held out his fist to me.
I thumped and bumped my fist against his fist.
“evil.”
“Ugh.”
Although we only hit each other lightly, a groan escaped us because both Kalt and I were half-assholes. It was so funny that we burst out laughing.
“Good job, Kalt.”
“Thank you, senior, for your hard work.”
We leaned against the remains of the castle wall and looked out over the plains. The sun was rising over the horizon.
The sun rises.
The long night passes and morning comes.
Morning in Kadinak, the city of night, gives off a strange feeling. As I looked at the rising sun, I mumbled without thinking.
“······I’ll have to work harder to raise it. “I need to roll more.”
“yes? “What do you mean?”
“Well, there’s something like that.”
A word from the author (author review)
This episode was written to show this side of Raniel at least once. Although the content was a bit heavy… I hope you enjoyed reading it.
*The portion size is generous! Hi-Hi
