#Episode 153
“… … There is a separate point shop. You need achievement points to use that shop.”
“What can I buy?”
“… … You can buy many things, such as technology, civilization, and artifacts used by past transcendent beings.”
I was a little curious.
“Technology? Civilization? You can buy those things?”
“I can live.”
“When can I buy it?”
“You can use it right after phase 2 starts. However, your star #2403 will be available after chapter 2.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you know it well?”
I thought about it. There’s nothing to worry about.
When I made a face that said I really didn’t know, Ifcalypto sighed and said.
“… … Didn’t you kill Goeurun? After Goeurun died, all the goblins withdrew from star #2403. One of the penalties of a star without an administrator is that you can use the achievement shop late. Did you do it without knowing?”
“I didn’t know.”
“… … .”
“Oh, and from now on, you take care of me from behind.”
“I don’t like it… … .”
“I’m telling you this just in case, if you say no, I’ll kill you on the spot.”
Ifcalypto’s expression suddenly crumples. He looks angry.
“Didn’t you make a deal?”
“A deal? Oh, that thing where you get a discount if you use those points? That’s why I saved your life. We’re done talking about ‘that part’, and this is a new deal.”
“… … This damn bastard… … .”
“Oh, you should speak politely. This is for everyone, Inma.”
“… … .”
“Take care of me from behind. Support me with achievement points, and be kind to our Hyun. Then, don’t you know? Hyun could become your incarnation. I’m Inma.”
He raised his arm and wrapped his arms around Ifcalypto’s shoulders as he continued speaking.
“Our Hyun is capable of that much. If you tell Hyun to become your incarnation, he will become your incarnation in exactly one second without even thinking about it. Hey, that’s okay, right? It’s embarrassing to say it myself, but our Hyun is a good kid. His potential goes without saying. I think he’ll grow to be as good as you are.”
Even Ifcalypto did not deny what I said.
“Then should I just assume that we’re making a deal?”
“……good night.”
The deal was done.
I just stood up from my seat.
Oh, wait a minute.
“Don’t do such a thing as telling my older sister to become an incarnation. I know you wouldn’t have even thought of giving in to it in the first place, but if you do something like that, I’ll kill you and all the spirits. Do you understand?”
“… … I understand.”
“Okay. Okay, let’s get to work.”
By the way, what did Ishmael say earlier?
I think it was called 22CA.
“Hey, Ifcalypto. Let me ask you one last question.”
“……what?”
“22CA, where do I go to get there?”
Ifcalypto raised his hand and pointed to the west.
I roughly threw the cigarette butt into the corner. There’s no more business here at 29CA.
“Seongcheol, let’s go.”
“……yes.”
* * *
Jin Shihou knows almost nothing about this place called Star #875.
At best, there is a prison, and those who have committed wrongdoings, including the constellations, are exiled there, and once they are exiled, they can never return to where they came from.
That’s all there is to it.
So, when I left the palace of the curator at 29CA with Cheonma, I was a little curious about a place called Star #875.
“The air is cloudy.”
“… … It won’t be murky. The air here is ‘polluted air.’”
Jin Shihou was no fool either. He looked around blankly.
The sky was dark.
It was dark, but I could tell for sure that it wasn’t because it was ‘night’.
Jin Shihou clearly noticed that there was a bright blue sky above that dark sky.
I took a breath of air.
If it was a normal person, they would have died immediately after taking a sip. It wasn’t just a murky level. This vicious energy inside the air, this energy, as soon as it entered the body, it tore apart and destroyed everything inside the body like white blood cells trying to eliminate some kind of inflammation.
“Oh my, this is a bit much.”
In a way, this was a kind of admiration.
“What kind of malice could there possibly be to bring this place to this state?”
“… … Did you feel something?”
Rather, Jin Shihou was puzzled.
“You don’t know?”
“… … I don’t know. Star #875 is known only as a place of exile, but no details are known. It’s almost as if it was ‘deleted’.”
“delete?”
“It’s obvious, but star #2403, then star #875, star #1. The numbers after these indicate the order in which the star stories unfolded. #2403 is the 2403rd, #1 is the first, and #875 is the 875th. I don’t know for sure, but it’s been almost four thousand years since all the stories of star #875 ended. It could have been even longer.”
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“Really? It’s harder than I thought. But you really don’t know?”
“… … I don’t know. What do you feel in the air here?”
Jin Shihou said it really neatly, concisely and in one word.
“The malice of one man.”
“… … The malice of one person?”
Jin Shihou held out his hand. Air gathered on his outstretched right hand.
It soon became a small circle. People usually talk about white when describing air.
That’s usually true.
Strong people like Jin Shihou can condense the energy of the void into one place. The color of mana is usually blue, and the air is a nearly transparent white, something like that.
Now Jin Shihou condensed the air.
And its color was pitch black. It even wriggled like a bug. Jin Shi-hoo continued speaking in a small voice.
“This was done by one guy. Playing with the air. It’s easier said than done. It’s amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever been this amazed. It’s amazing.”
That Jin Shihou said, “He is amazing,” not once, but twice.
Whatever the intention, the admiration was genuine.
“Malicious enough to destroy a star. Power enough to realize that malice. Interesting. Four thousand years?”
“After a story ends on one star, a new story begins on another star. There is a preparation period, and if you roughly take that into account, it’s not just four thousand years, it’s at least four thousand years.”
“Interesting.”
This was enough.
Jin Shihou finally started walking. Cheon Ma also started walking.
Two men crossed the devastated desert.
There was no trace of civilization.
It was just a desert.
The two men walked like that for a while.
If we just consider the walking time, it would be almost thirty minutes.
Jin Shihou said.
“Seongcheol-ah.”
“……yes.”
“Should we run? It’s taking too long.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Naturally, the two men started running.
Each time their feet lifted off the ground, the two men’s bodies moved dozens of meters.
The two men, who had been moving at incredible speed, flinched and stopped in their tracks at the same time.
It was the sea.
A black sea. It was just like the Black Sea that Qin Shihou often saw on Titan.
“I’ve seen something similar on Titan… … .”
The conversation is cut off.
Jin Shi-hoo’s gaze, as he gazed at the black sea, turned to a corner.
Jin Shihou’s expression changed into something truly bizarre.
What is this?
I think I’ve seen a similar scene in a movie.
It was natural for such thoughts to arise.
Jin Shihou takes a step forward.
Jin Shihou raised his hand and touched the ‘part of the building’ in front of his nose.
I’ve never actually been there.
But Jin Shi-hoo has seen this in many media, from movies to photos.
A statue of a goddess standing at 93.5m tall and weighing an incredible 204t, erected on Liberty Island in New York, USA.
It is considered a symbol of the American dream.
It is named the Statue of Liberty, and it has a crown with horns representing the seven continents on its head, holds a torch in its right hand, and holds the Declaration of Independence in its left hand.
The name of this thing that Jin Shi-hoo is touching right now is also the Statue of Liberty.
Although it had been neglected for so long that its colors had faded, it was clearly recognizable.
Jin Shihou was not stupid, and he studied quite a bit when he was young. And coincidentally, the drama he had seen on Earth before coming here was a drama about the Statue of Liberty.
‘JULY IV MDCCLXXVI.’
It’s a word written in a book containing a statue of a goddess.
There’s no way I don’t know what this means.
July 4, 1776 in Roman numerals.
It’s America’s Independence Day.
Why is this here?
Jin Shihou turned his head.
“What is this?”
“… … This is my first time seeing it, but I can explain it.”
“Try it.”
“… … This star #875 is ‘Earth.’”
I furrowed my brow.
“What are you talking about?”
“This is Earth. And it’s the ‘past’ Earth.”
Jin Shihou’s expression becomes crumpled.
That was when.
“Haha, escaping from Star #875. Seriously, these guys are really swollen.”
Jin Shihou and Tian Ma didn’t even turn their heads.
“Get out. Think about it.”
The owner of 22CA.
[Changcheongeomje] couldn’t understand what he had just heard.
“… … What?”
“Get out.”
The Heavenly Sword Master bursts into laughter.
It’s a constellation.
As a constellation, he was revered as a powerful man of the highest rank. While managing the prison, he also gained the loyalty of ‘them’.
The unstoppable Changcheon Sword Master is more than just a king here in 22CA.
He kicked the seat.
Jin Shihou turns his body and swings the back of his hand.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
The consciousness of the Heavenly Sword Master flew away.
Changcheongeomje didn’t remember anything other than being hit in the face with something.
Jin Shihou said, trampling on the face of the Heavenly Sword Master who was lying on the ground.
“Tell me the rest. I’ll make sense of it.”
* * *
Many astronomers say:
The probability that aliens exist in the universe is 99.99%.
The reason it’s not 100% is because I haven’t met him yet.
And since the cataclysm began, all the world’s scholars, astronomers, all the working people, all the unemployed, and all the retired people have been saying in unison:
The probability of aliens existing is now 100%.
Solar systems come together in hundreds of billions to form galaxies, of which there are currently trillions known.
So what kind of lives do lifeforms in other galaxies lead?
Could it be that another me is living in a parallel universe? Or could it be that a fantasy world that was only possible in imagination actually exists?
All are correct.
In reality, there are many identical Earths in the universe, like parallel universes. Some have perished, some are still thriving, and some have not even left the Neolithic Age.
History repeats itself.
At this point, Jin Shi-hoo tilted his head.
“History repeats itself, there are parallel universes. I understand it all, but it’s still weird.”
“What do you mean?”
Jin Shihou pointed to the Statue of Liberty with his index finger.
“I understand why this is here, but why are the numbers written here like this?”
‘JULY IV MDCCLXXVI.’
