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At the end of the chessboard, the pawn becomes the queen.
“End of the chessboard? The pawn becomes the queen? What do you mean?”
Kyle tilted his head. Raniel continued speaking while floating a chessboard made of mana in front of Kyle.
“I mean it literally.”
She grabbed her phone and tapped the chessboard. Unlike the rook, bishop, and knight, which can jump multiple spaces at once, the pawn is a piece that can only move one space at a time, except for the first one.
“Pawns are seemingly insignificant. They are placed the most on the chessboard, and even though they have many uses, they still feel like they are weak. They are literally pawns.”
Raniel moved his phone forward one space at a time.
“but.”
Towards the end of the chessboard.
“As the situation approaches its end, the pawn turns into a more valuable piece than anything else. It transforms into the biggest variable that can overturn even an unfavorable situation.”
With a thud, Raniel placed the pawn at the end of the chessboard.
“Because the pawn that reaches the end of the chessboard gets a chance for promotion.”
Raniel let out a short breath.
“If we compare it to reality, it would be the moment when the balance collapses, providence crumbles, and a new god is born. That moment is the final act… it means the end of the chessboard.”
She chuckled.
And it is not Raniel who creates the final chapter. That’s because they laid out the boards themselves and lured the horses onto them.
“That guy must have prepared it in advance? It’s just as you said. If he were a madman, he would have already selected the person who would become the next ‘Demon King’ and prepared the vessel.”
That’s why, Raniel said.
“Paradoxically, all the conditions necessary for a pawn’s promotion have been met.”
Providence collapses. The unfinished god let out a scream, yearning for godhood. The mother body of the howling god is an ancient lich, and its existence is the resentment of the remaining demon lords.
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The cry of existence is a scream.
An echoing scream pounded through the underground space, and by the time it echoed back, Skebal had already raised his arm. Each of the huge bones interlocked like cogs, and eventually the spell was completed in the air.
Strange, unknown letters filled the air.
The mouths of the large and small skeletons attached to Skebal’s body opened wide. It vomited strange noises from each gaping mouth and recited a spell. One, two, three… dozens and hundreds of strings floated in the air.
There is no need to draw a circuit.
What the wizard who reached the truth realized was language.
A language to shout to the sky.
The first wizard, the ancient dragon, recited 300 words to the sky. However, by reaching the truth, Skebal confirmed the existence of the language that the ancient dragon had intentionally erased.
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It was used in the early days before ancient times.
The most primitive languages, now known as ancient spells, that were intentionally erased by the ancient dragons because they had room to delve into discipline. Skebal put them into his mouth.
Seventy and three forgotten languages.
Numerous sentences are created by combining language.
The languages lined up in the air blinked for a moment.
Flowing lightning, freezing flames, burning waterways, and devouring earth… Spells that could not be understood through common sense attacked the punitive force.
“······.”
And, in front of the onslaught of spells.
“Lesti.”
“yes.”
Ayla calmly raised her sword.
Despite the strong orders pouring in, she does not take a single step back. The moment she took one step forward, time stopped. The spell, the tentacles, the falling stone debris… all stopped in place.
The transcendental timeline cannot be interfered with by Skebal because he has not yet ascended to the position of god.
“······.”
Ayla and Resti, standing right on that timeline, saw an imperfect god existing before their eyes. They saw a madman looking down at them from above. Because they had seen the notes left by the Arcadian scribe, they knew the madman’s purpose.
What the madman wants is a perfect vessel to contain God.
That false god created using Skebal as its mother is extremely imperfect. Even if one attains godhood, a more stable vessel will be needed to complete it.
‘What is most suitable as a vessel…’
It would be Stella and the Watcher.
Just as the Queen of Arcadia did in the past, blessed people who live with starlight in their bodies have a soul and body suitable to embrace a god.
Moreover, a blessed person who reaches the end of the chessboard after going through hardships and adversity is truly the best vessel.
“That’s why the madman revealed his weakness.”
Ayla raised her sword.
“Stella and Watcher are vessels to contain God, and at the same time, they are beings created to deal with madmen. No, it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t made that way.”
The Arcadian scribe was convinced.
“The Queen considered herself the antithesis of a madman, and lived for hundreds of years thinking that the reason she was given talent was to subdue madmen.”
The will of the queen who threw away her life for hundreds of years just to deal with a madman.
“The meaning remains in the starlight.”
“The Queen’s will remains in the starlight of my granddaughter and the starlight of Stella and Watcher. “The starlight reacts to what is related to the madman and changes to penetrate the madman.”
The starlight was influenced by the person who had the starlight.
Rugran, who claimed so, had no way of knowing… but when Ayla and Resti read this record, they were convinced. This is a hypothesis that has already been proven.
Galahal, the most warrior-like warrior, was a case in point.
Because they knew that the starlight influenced by him refused to circulate in the flow and was absorbed by Chloe.
“Slowly but surely, starlight is changing.”
“It may be too much for my granddaughter’s generation right now. “It might be too much for the next and subsequent generations.”
But, Rugran said.
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“The starlight influenced by the queen will continue to evolve. It will turn into a blade to pierce a madman.”
“Believing that fact, my granddaughter and I engraved one more will into the starlight.”
Accumulation.
“The starlight will circulate and accumulate at the same time until the moment it reaches the madman. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Because that day will definitely come.”
As the Queen fought for hundreds of years.
“Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years.”
“I believe that if we continue to the next and the next, we will be able to achieve our dream.”
The starlight inspired by her life and struggle has also been sharpened over hundreds of years. They rejected the will of the stars and followed the will of the queen.
“Your starlight will shine brighter than anything else at the moment a madman achieves his goal. You will not be elevated to an alien being by the hand of a madman.”
I walk and walk endlessly.
Pawn has advanced through countless times.
“Only by your will. By your will. By the will of the queen who remains in the starlight, you will achieve promotion.”
At the end of the chessboard, you get a chance for promotion.
“Stimulate the memories engraved in the starlight.”
Ayla tilted her sword, remembering the movements and circuits written in the notebook. This is the action she made in front of everyone on the day she was crowned the first queen of Arcadia.
“Awake Yuji, who is immersed in the stars. Wake me up and command me. “This is your moment to shine.”
The queen cried out that day as she raised her sword.
We won’t give in anymore. My blade may be mean and insignificant, but it will surely pierce the enemy that threatens this country and humanity.
“Order Starlight to terminate the next contract. This is the end. We have already reached the end, there is no next time. So, let’s explode everything you’ve built up here.”
Ayla raised her sword like a queen.
Starlight beat in the frozen time. This is Starlight, who has not been able to fulfill her duties for a long time. The starlight, which had been broken several times by the madman, flickered violently.
“Glory to Arcadia and to humanity.”
A country that inherited the will of Arcadia.
The Queen of Cartedia shouted.
“Glory to Cartedia and to humanity.”
Ayla’s starlight and Resty’s starlight have bloomed.
Starlight, which has been helplessly broken by a madman for a long time. Since the purpose was not achieved, the starlight that had accumulated began to overflow. The overflowing starlight filled Ayla and Resti’s spirit and body.
It’s starlight that no ordinary human being could endure.
However, because they advanced without relying on the stars, because they accumulated knowledge and trained their bodies without relying on their own talents, and because they advanced forward, they are now standing right here at the end of the chessboard.
The perfect vessel withstood the flood of starlight.
Starlight filled the bodies and souls of the two people, who were originally supposed to be vessels containing the shadow. Stella and Watcher, who should have been promoted to demon kings by the hand of a madman, were promoted to queens with starlight.
And the stopped time begins to pass.
At the moment when the flood of spells was about to hit the punitive force, Ayla swung her sword like a baton. His starlight bloomed like a flower bud along the tip of his sword. The moment the spell touched the flower bud, the starlight was in full bloom.
Faaah!
The flower buds bloomed using the spell as nourishment.
The spell crumbled into powder along with the star flower in full bloom. Dozens of orders evaporated in an instant.
Swish.
Ayla lightly swung her sword among the flower petals fluttering in all directions. The star flower in full bloom, the star flower, waved like flames. The place where the undulating torch is headed is to the punitive forces gathered to deal with the madman.
Hwareuk.
The moment it touched the body of the punitive force, a star flame burned. The burning starlight dwelled in the souls of the punitive force, temporarily turning them into beings like warriors.
And then, Resty opened his eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, the platinum rings in her eyes spun violently. Her light purple eyes began to turn platinum. God’s eyes, called platinum eyes or dragon eyes, were opened.
The madman frowned.
Beneath the collapsed ground, light was flooding from the dark basement. The flooding starlight was familiar yet unfamiliar. It is the starlight that the madman had forgotten for a thousand years, and the starlight he thought he would never see again.
The starlight that his sister had.
The starlight she had was overflowing more brilliantly than her own. As if it had been honed over a thousand years.
“Come on.”
The madman let out a laugh.
“Geez, was it completed?”
A scribe from Arcadia.
Even though everything was taken from him, how did he manage to complete his research? The madman clicked his tongue. Because this was a variable that even he could not have predicted.
It’s a dagger from the past.
A dagger that has been sharpened and polished over time.
The starlight flooding over there was truly a variable that could trample on his plans. I never imagined that I would achieve promotion like that. The madman laughed and stroked his hair.
“You took a hit.”
Dangerous. The plan was shaken to its core.
That starlight is sharp enough to reach you.
‘so.’
It will have to be removed.
The madman slowly raised himself from the throne. Originally, he would have let Skebal devour them and steal his body, but… the plan went awry.
I had to kill him. Even if it meant creating another imperfect god, they had to be killed.
The madman stood up from the throne and let out a long breath. How long had it been since he was fighting in his own true body? It was the first time since the day when the heavens opened and the beginning of time came to an end.
I pulled out a secret trick from over there.
If so, you will also have to show yourself.
Akrita stretched out her hand into the air.
The soaring shadow spit out Acrita’s weapon. It was his favorite bottle used in the beginning, before he was called the first madman. Even though tens of thousands of years had passed, the moment I grabbed it, memories of the past flowed in intact.
···The one who started the great war of sixteen races. The one who deceived the god of war. The usurper of the lighthouse that illuminates the statue of Manhwigun. One with a thousand bodies. Immortal. A madman covered in human skin.
Although I have had many, many different nicknames.
In the beginning, people called him this.
Heavenly blessing.
Heavenly blessing, Acrita.
He moved.
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