As I pondered the corpse’s memories, a tingling emotion seeped into me.
There was fear, but there was also a glowing kind of emotion mixed in.
When I opened my eyes in that turbulent state of emotion, I found myself standing in the corner of a tidy conference room instead of a burnt-out library.
Where am I?
At first glance it seemed like an ordinary company, but soon you could tell where this was.
The people filling the large conference room were all wearing black suits and either wearing or holding masks.
The dead reaper, the owner of this memory, was also sitting there.
A look of nervousness was clearly visible on his face.
In the meantime, one person walked out to the front of the conference room.
[… … I am Ha Baek-heon, the team leader of Team 4. I have taken over Team 2 in place of the late Team Leader Gongju.]
It was a man whose face I was seeing for the first time.
He looked quite short and gloomy, but when I checked his fortune, I could see that he was a strong person fit for the position of team leader.
[Let me give you a brief briefing on this special mission… …. Not long ago, we found the first owner we had been chasing for a long time. Nameless, where he was hiding.]
The name of the first owner made some people excited.
It seemed like he didn’t know who it was.
It seemed like many people were hearing about this topic for the first time.
[Because the investigation was conducted in such secrecy, there will be many people who are hearing about it for the first time. So, to put it simply… … . He is the mastermind behind the clown gang.]
The explanation given by Ha Baek-heon was about how terrible an enemy the first owner was.
The first master was an evil spirit who controlled the clowns and tried to lead this world to destruction.
Ha Baek-heon continued his explanation to the agitated messengers.
[What the first master wants is sacrifices and despair. For that, the clowns are constantly committing crimes.]
[… … .]
[In other words, no matter how much you try to knock down the clown, it won’t end as long as the first owner is holding on from behind.]
At those words, everyone chose to remain silent.
Although the clowns have been relatively quiet these days, the evil deeds they commit are unacceptable.
How many people died because of it?
Not only civilians, but also the messengers.
Then, in the silence, a messenger raised his hand and asked.
[So are you saying that in the end we have to kill that first owner?]
His eyes were filled with fear.
That would be the case, since we are dealing with neither humans nor demons, but gods.
Is it really possible for a human being to kill God?
While the messengers were questioning, Ha Baek-heon nodded to the question.
[Yes, that is one of our goals.]
[Isn’t it dangerous?]
[It’s dangerous… …. Many people will die… ….]
The air seemed to freeze at Ha Baek-heon’s words.
He was speaking as if death were a natural thing.
In the meantime, Ha Baek-heon continued speaking quietly.
[But if we do nothing, more people will die.]
As I shared the emotions felt by the owner of the memory, I realized one terrible fact.
All the people gathered here are ordinary people.
They were not born from an unknown egg, and they do not know the truth about the Protectorate.
They were actually enlisted in the Protectorate to protect the people without knowing anything about it.
All the ministers gathered here were people like that.
[If you don’t want to attend, I won’t stop you. But just remember the phrase you saw every time you entered this building.]
A phrase written at the entrance of the building.
The master of memory was recalling that sentence.
No, every single person here would be thinking of that sentence.
[We have gathered here to protect the fate of humanity.]
That was the purpose of establishing the Fate Protectorate.
Their goal and duty is to protect people from the devil and awakened criminals.
Some came to the Protectorate for money or fame, but others were here solely to protect the people.
[And you don’t necessarily have to kill the first owner. Even if you don’t, if you can get hold of something he has… … that’s enough.]
[What is that thing?]
[I don’t know the exact form. I only heard that it was some kind of weapon. They said it was hidden in the sacred area.]
You can complete your mission without having to deal with God.
The mission to secure a weapon whose identity was unknown also seemed unlikely to succeed, but it seemed better than defeating a god.
While the messengers were hesitating, Ha Baek-heon opened his mouth.
[Okay, what are you going to do? You can step down.]
And it was clear what choices they made without even looking at the subsequent memories.
Meanwhile, memories flooded back and another scene flowed in front of me.
The neat conference room was gone, and a collapsed library appeared before my eyes.
[Reinforcements, request reinforcements!]
Screams and the smell of blood vibrated.
The memories of the last battle fought by the master of memory, his last life, seemed to seep into me, leaving scars here and there.
A large number of warriors were fighting, shouting and screaming.
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[We can win! The injured move back and the rest of you fight the Shinsoos!]
All around, gods and messengers were fighting.
A scene quickly flashed by of teeth made of paper biting and tearing the flesh of a living person.
Despite being a formidable foe, the cavalry showed no sign of backing down.
It was clear that the gods were strong, but the master of memories still thought that there was hope and that it was worth fighting.
Because I’ve fought stronger demons than this.
But then, someone’s voice was heard from somewhere.
[You’ve finally crawled all the way here, you eternal puppets.]
As soon as I heard that voice, it felt like my body was being pulled into the deep sea.
It was a feeling of pressure, a pressure that made it feel like every bone in my body was going to crumble.
Under that pressure, the owner of the memory could barely raise his eyes.
[You found this place, didn’t you?]
At first glance, it resembled a human, but it was not human.
His black hair, which seemed to have been made with ink, reached down to his feet, and his skin, as white as the hem of his clothes, was lifeless.
It was very old, very quiet, and very cruel.
I could tell.
This is the first owner.
It had the shape of a young man, but it was just a shell.
What’s inside there isn’t a human being.
Every chargé realized it instinctively.
[You came this far without even knowing what sins you are committing or what karma you are accumulating.]
The man was standing still, looking down at the passengers.
It was fear that kept anyone from moving, even though he was showing himself defenseless.
My heart was pounding wildly, screaming out how powerful a predator that man was.
At that moment, a shadow rushed behind the first owner like lightning.
-Crack!
There was a messenger who carried out the surprise attack, but I couldn’t figure out who he was.
This was because the driver’s head exploded without any gaps between the words.
Blood burst out, leaving a red stain on the hem of the nameless clothes.
[I will carve history here with your blood.]
As soon as those words were spoken, winds of blood began to blow in all directions.
Every time Myeong-i swung his hand, the bodies of the messengers collapsed.
Some lost their heads, some had their hearts pierced.
Among them, there were warriors who avoided the attack by sheer luck or beast-like reflexes, but instead of retreating, they threw themselves into battle again.
There was no other way to describe that scene than to say, ‘throwing one’s body.’
They were throwing away their whole lives.
They were fighting even though the blades they were swinging were not even touching the god.
The owner of the memory also did not back down even in the face of fear and pressure that seemed to freeze his bones.
-Kwak-kwak!
At that moment, an arrow shot by someone struck the nameless man’s thigh.
When the arrow struck, the nameless man hesitated for a moment, and that moment was a precious opportunity for the messengers.
Everyone gritted their teeth and launched an all-out attack on the nameless.
-Crunch!
The blade wielded by the Master of Memory cut a long slash across the nameless man’s back.
The other messengers were also attacking with all their might, swallowing blood.
But he did not kneel, did not scream, did not break.
[You’re doing something useless.]
There were no wounds on the anonymous body.
His insides were visible through the torn clothing, but instead of wounds, his insides were covered in incomprehensible sentences.
There was no pain on his face.
[No one can hurt me but me.]
-Quaqua light!
Lightning struck down from the sky and fell on the heads of the messengers.
There was no time to mourn as I watched my colleagues turn to charcoal in an instant.
I knew that running away was pointless, and I couldn’t shake off my fear.
The master of memory swung his sword while sobbing in fear.
The lives of the messengers burned with a might that seemed to burn all darkness, but in comparison, the nameless were only calm.
It seems as if their cries and beliefs are not being heard.
Every time he waved his hand, blood would bloom on the floor.
At that time, the messengers were falling without rest.
-Ugh!
The nameless arm was tied in the air.
Something invisible was holding him back.
Even though he noticed that fact, Moo-myeong showed no sign of being shaken.
[How foolish. With something like this, I… … .]
-Whoaaah!
As soon as the anonymous man finished speaking, Ha Baek-heon jumped in front of him.
In one hand he held a white dagger.
While the nameless one was absent, a long scar was carved into his chest.
The master of memory thought it was a useless thing.
Even if you attack, won’t everything just recover anyway?
But a commotion I had never seen before spread across the nameless face.
Blood was flowing from his body.
Until just a moment ago, it was a body that had not even suffered a scratch no matter what attack it received.
Ha Baek-heon shouted, holding a white dagger soaked in nameless blood.
[Stop the first master! Even if it’s just for one second!]
At Ha Baek-heon’s command, the messengers gritted their teeth and charged forward.
The nameless one was clearly agitated.
The moment when the master of memory rushed to catch Mu-myeong, even for a moment, under Ha Baek-heon’s orders.
-Whoa!
Along with the pain, the memory was cut off.
When I opened my eyes, I was still in the library, but the first owner was no longer there.
The messengers were also nowhere to be seen.
The warrior who had been swinging his sword just moments ago had fallen to the ground as a corpse.
I put the mask back over his face and relayed to Shin Soo Ah what I had seen.
Her eyes became sad as she listened to the explanation.
“[These people… … died without even knowing what the true purpose of the Protectorate was.]”
Ha Baek-heon incited the messengers with a lie that the clown group and the first owner were connected.
Giving us a false sense of justice that all these sacrifices are for the good of humanity.
In the end, their deaths were just dog deaths.
