Episode 73
Episode 73. Special Arena: The Fall of Nature (4)
Shimun looked at Dranis, who was bound in ashen chains.
‘It seems like Galaxy Arena is having quite a headache as well.’
That’s what Dranis said when he first appeared.
As the constellations say, it is unlikely that they entered their arena through the official route.
And aren’t there as many as four constellations of the higher order claiming it?
From Galaxy Arena’s perspective, this would never be an issue that can be easily overlooked.
But there is one question that arises here.
‘Then why did Galaxy Arena mention Dranis as a hidden boss?’
The question is why Dranis wasn’t introduced as a player from the beginning.
Not long after.
‘Right.’
The poet’s gaze became much deeper.
‘There’s a dragon tribe faction on the council side of the Galaxy Arena.’
The Arena Council, which I had previously encountered through messages several times.
I had a strong feeling that the dragon’s hand might be reaching out there too.
at last.
[The council’s deliberations are over. In agreement with the will of the constellations, player general Drannis is exiled from the arena.]
The Galaxy Arena has reached a conclusion.
No matter how many weeds there are.
It seems that the claims of the four highest ranking constellations were difficult to ignore.
[Oh, no! I’ll release my manifestation! I won’t even fight!]
The blurry Dranis’s giant body.
[Just let me talk to the author! I need to know something!]
At the sign of the counter-summoning, Dranis shouted urgently.
‘That’s right. We can’t let Dranis go like this.’
Shimun also agreed with Dranis’s intentions.
Naga Princess Ashaj, whom we met in the last Gold Rank debut match.
Didn’t she say something?
-Do not spare even a single dragon who witnessed your affairs.
The identity of the matter.
Ashaj hoped the dragons would not know the existence of the matter.
More precisely, I hope it doesn’t reach the ears of the solvents.
together.
‘I can’t tolerate cheating.’
Regardless of one’s own powerlessness.
I had no intention of taking it lightly, introducing him as a hidden boss and allowing him to invade the arena.
so.
‘Dranis must be killed here.’
But how?
In fact, Dranis itself was not that strong for an evolved dragon species.
If you put your mind to it, it’ll be taken care of in no time.
In the current situation where the constellations are protesting together for oneself.
What if I could easily kill Dranis with just one force?
‘If a similar situation occurs again, Galaxy Arena will have something to say.’
That’s what precedent is.
Especially if there are any dragon factions in the National Assembly, that’s probably 100% likely.
Therefore, we must do it in a way that does not give them an excuse.
then.
‘You can just use another hand to handle it.’
A poem that glances at the sky.
Knock knock.
The solution that had been activated was deactivated.
Then, all the connections between the case and the human body were disabled.
Within.
“Ugh!”
A poem that staggers while touching its forehead.
[Huh? What’s going on all of a sudden?]
Of course, Dranis was bound to him.
[The constellations Zeus and Celestial Horse tilt their heads.]
[The constellations Black Goat and Odin look at you with questioning eyes.]
The protesting constellations all raised their voices in question.
Shimun, who didn’t care about that, sat down with his legs giving out.
He looked down at my chest for a moment.
“Coolook!”
He spilled a bucket of blood.
Shimun, who had fallen to the floor, recited with difficulty.
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“Hey, goat… … The wound just now… … .”
A brief silence.
Following.
[The Black Goat constellation says, ‘Hey you f*cking bastards! My baby is gone because of you incompetent bastards!’ Both of his eyes turn red.]
The reaction came out immediately.
However, the poem was unexpected.
[It is against the Galaxy Arena rules to directly execute players… … .]
[The Black Goat constellation is furious, saying, ‘You bastard? Kill that f*cking lizard bitch right now! Otherwise, you’ll face the Mother of Void head on! Do you understand?!’]
[The wrath of the Black Goat constellation shakes the other side.]
[The constellations of the Void look upon the wrath of the Great Mother.]
Even though it’s just conveyed as a message.
It feels like something has gotten incredibly big.
I hope it wasn’t a mistake.
[Member, we at Galaxy Arena always prioritize fairness… … .]
Galaxy Arena, which had always sent only mechanical messages, sent a message with a soft tone for the first time in both its past and present life.
[The Black Goat constellation shouts, ‘Fair? A Platinum from a race that is ranked high in the regular arena has invaded the irregular Gold arena, and you call it fair? Who do you think I am fooling around with right now!!’ and jumps up from the throne.]
[The Void Constellations that were watching the situation gather in the wrath of the Great Mother.]
[The gathered constellations of emptiness radiate murderous intent.]
Was he incompetent in front of an angry black goat?
[We will have a brief discussion. Please be generous and wait a moment.]
Galaxy Arena finally bows its head and holds discussions.
Not long after.
[Galaxy Arena sympathizes with your words and expresses deep regret. However, please understand that due to regulations, we cannot directly intervene.]
Galaxy Arena has provided an answer to the discussion.
The poem is about Galaxy Arena not being able to ‘take direct action’.
‘It worked.’
He had a gut feeling that his plan had worked.
therefore.
[The Black Goat constellation threatens, ‘I have admitted with my own mouth that it was your fault, so you will bear all the consequences of this incident!’]
The last one is the black goat that gave a scolding.
Kugggggggggg.
The world turned black.
* * *
A universe without a single star.
In that pitch-black space.
[Hey, over there… …! Why over there all of a sudden!]
Dranis’ voice, full of tremors, rang out from time to time.
Where has the majestic appearance that was so arrogant gone?
[This is against the rules! Galaxy Arena! Are you listening!]
She just trembled all over, looking terrified.
[You dirty, viper-like bitch. How dare you touch my baby with your filthy infidelity?]
A voice that seems like it could kill even the soul.
It flows from the entire dark world where you can’t see even an inch ahead.
Although there wasn’t even a visible shape.
Shimun intuitively felt that the owner of the voice was a black goat.
The strange thing is.
‘Why does it feel warm?’
It is said that poetry feels as warm as a mother’s embrace.
But was that only applicable to poetry?
[Lord Nidhogg! The Dragon Lords will not stay still! The constellations will do this to the players… … .]
[Shut your mouth.]
Suddenly.
Dranis’ limbs, consumed by the black dimension, were twisted into horrible shapes.
What’s surprising is.
From the twisted Dranis who shed tears of blood.
The point was that no sound could be heard.
[You dare discuss those f*cking lizard babies in front of me? I’ll let you sit there and slowly, for eons. And then… … .]
The cold black goat’s voice suddenly became warm.
[Well done, my dear. Even the cleverness is just like me.]
Squishy.
A soft and fluffy sensation that was difficult to describe enveloped Shimun’s entire body.
So much so that I almost fell asleep.
But the poem, which had been struggling to hold on, asked.
I had no choice but to ask.
The black goat’s speech is clear.
“Did you know?”
Because he knew that Shimun was pretending to be sick.
[Haha, isn’t that obvious? I’m not stupid.]
“The other constellations must have noticed too.”
[Isn’t it supposed to be a higher-ranking constellation? You’ve already figured out that it’s fake blood created by the Philosopher’s Stone.]
“Then you withdrew because you didn’t know about Galaxy Arena?”
[Yeah. Because most of you are stupid idiots.]
Is it something that can only be noticed when you reach a higher level of constellation?
At the black goat’s assertion, Shimun let out a sigh of relief amidst the drowsiness that was pouring down.
‘Next time, I’ll have to at least make some wounds in my mouth.’
With a more concrete pledge.
[Honey? It was a very wise move to mention me instead of the other guys.]
A soft touch along with a sweet voice swept through Shimun’s hair.
[Unlike me, those guys have a lot to watch out for. Those bastards. Why do they have such a hard time living when they’re sitting on the throne? They just have to swing it.]
A black goat that cynically criticizes the three highest ranking constellations.
The poet smiled slightly awkwardly.
It is understandable why the other three constellations did not come forward as the black goat.
‘Well, that’s why I mentioned the black goat.’
Just from what I’ve seen so far.
Can’t we clearly see what kind of personality the constellation Black Goat has?
In some ways, it was also reassuring.
For such a powerful and fearless constellation to be showing favor to him.
[Honey, are you going to revive the World Tree?]
“Yes. I plan to save the high elves as well.”
[Haha. I was wondering why you didn’t deal with the high elf right away. You may not know it, but you are truly an amazing person.]
Swish swish.
A poem in which the head is continuously stroked by an unidentifiable sensation.
Naturally, Shimun nodded his head like a child struggling to sleep.
[Just like the last Dwarf incident, if things continue this way, the Black Forge will take a big hit. Nidhogg, you little bastard, you must be feeling a little bad.]
Through the pouring sleep, the voice of an excited black goat can be heard.
[How ironic. None of us have ever hit them like this, so how can humans… … .]
Now the voice sounds hazy, as if it were underwater.
[So, I prepared a gift.]
Ending with the voice of the black goat that is gradually becoming blurry.
[The constellation Black Goat requests a quest.]
The ritual of poetry was interrupted with a quest notification.
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“Umm… … .”
A trembling eyebrow.
Shimun opened her eyes, groaning slightly, and could see.
“You’re awake.”
Dazzlingly bright platinum blonde hair.
With bright skin that matches his figure and green eyes that seem to melt into nature.
He was talking about a beautiful woman looking down at him that made him exclaim in amazement.
“omg!”
But what made Shimun so surprised was not the beauty’s appearance.
A soft sensation felt on the head and nape of the neck.
He noticed that it was the leg of a woman looking down at him.
“What the heck is this!”
Shimun, who suddenly got up, looked around with a bewildered face.
“Don’t be too surprised. I was taking care of you when you collapsed.”
Shimun quickly grasped the situation as the woman spoke to him warmly.
“Huh, high elf?”
“that’s right.”
The high elf nodded and continued speaking slowly, as if trying to calm Shimun down.
“My name is Ernen. I am the companion of the world tree, Levdrasil.”
The dark green scales that covered half of his body were nowhere to be found.
Lively eyes and voice, and even the faint scent of flowers.
Her changed appearance clearly showed that she was a high elf.
Keying.
The poem that activated the matter examined the high elf’s condition.
“The dragon power that was consuming me has completely disappeared.”
“Haha, it’s all thanks to the benefactor. The benefactor removed the cause of the fall… … Cool!”
Ernen, who had been talking quietly, suddenly starts vomiting blood.
“this!”
The poet quickly approached him and tried to forge the Rod of Asclepius.
one.
The hand of the poet who was trying to soften the poem goes down.
‘It’s not because of the injury.’
Even when fighting the fallen Ernen from the beginning, I tried my best to refrain from attacks that could cause injury.
So the reason why the high elf is spitting blood now is.
“It’s because of the absence of the World Tree spirit body.”
“That’s right. Because of the corruption spread by the Five Dragons… … Cool! My body has also become weak.”
Ernen answers with difficulty.
The poet then flicked his fingers sideways.
Ddddd.
The soft floor softens and picks up something that had fallen on the floor.
Summoned to the realm of the black goat, a piece of recording that was lost from hand.
It was a piece of the world tree seed.
“Even if it’s just a piece, it would be helpful, so why didn’t you use it sooner?”
Ernen pauses for a moment.
She looked at the piece of seed in Shimun’s hand for a moment, then burst into laughter.
“It belongs to my benefactor. How could I use it carelessly?”
“… … .”
A poem of silence for a moment.
That was understandable, as it was an unexpected answer.
‘Were elves originally such a shameless race?’
I don’t know if it’s a racial trait.
But the elves never lied, saying that their souls were being defiled.
Are integrity and shame separate realms?
All the elves I’ve met in my past life had several solid iron plates on their faces.
But I left it alone because it wasn’t mine?
‘It’s nothing more than a piece of the World Tree seed?’
Even though it was a situation directly related to my life.
‘Are only high elves different? Or did the elves in their previous lives change for a specific reason?’
Well, either way.
‘I like it.’
Shimun chuckled at the sight of the shameless elf he was seeing for the first time and held out a piece of the World Tree seed.
“Please use it.”
“… … Are you serious?”
“Of course. That’s what I told you to do.”
Shimun forcefully placed a piece of the World Tree seed into Ernen’s hesitant hand.
“Please survive. I hope you survive to help the World Tree grow again and create some power.”
Then you can clear the special arena as well.
Because it will also cause damage to the dragon tribe.
“… … .”
Carefully holding the seeds of the World Tree.
A high elf staring blankly at a poem.
Because Shimun, who has already met an elf, knows that this is an act of discerning lies.
I looked into her eyes quietly.
After a while.
“You are sincere.”
She held out the World Tree seed again with a face that was half surprised and half smiling.
“I sincerely appreciate your kindness, but I cannot write this.”
Shimun’s face darkens at Ernen’s answer.
“Why? If the problem is that it’s a piece, then I’ll continue to work on it… … .”
“No, benefactor. That’s not it.”
Ernen shook his head gently and took Shimun’s hand in his own.
“There is only one companion for the World Tree. Even if it has already disappeared, I was once a companion to the World Tree. I cannot accept another World Tree.”
“that!”
Even the Philosopher’s Stone didn’t know this much.
Let’s continue to sigh in regret.
“but.”
Ernen carefully pushed the hand holding the seed away from Shimun.
The target is the exact center of the poem’s chest.
“The role of a mediator is possible.”
“Relay… …? Wait. You’re not saying that!”
A high elf nods with a smile.
“That’s right. If you become the World Tree’s companion, everything will be resolved.”
fantasy,
