Episode 298
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At that moment, as I was watching everything, my senses spoke.
I’m going to wake up from this dream now.
Just as I was about to wake up from my dream, this thought occurred to me.
To be exact, it was annoying.
The current situation where events that happened after my death in my previous life are seen in the form of precognition, regardless of chronological order.
To be honest, it took me quite a while to figure out the principle.
What should I say?
Should we call it causality?
My soul in my past life and my soul in this life are the same soul.
The countless karmas of killing that I accumulated in my past life were imprinted on my soul, and the power of that soul.
It spread throughout the world as I died.
In other words, what I am seeing now is the memory of ‘my power’ that wandered the world after I died in my previous life.
The triggering principle is that when I am tired, especially when I have used my soul’s power beyond its limit, I unknowingly see the soul recovering in the process.
You could say it’s a kind of memory implantation.
Personally, I thought this would last quite a while.
There must have been some plausibility to the series of events that occurred after my death, including the fact that the Western Continent was scorched to the point of destruction, and I must have been convinced as I watched it.
However, you don’t necessarily need to know the whole process.
Because it was possible to make a reasonable inference about what happened based on what had been seen a few times.
In this western continent, there exists a ‘black magician’ who revived ‘me’ and whom I do not know.
Beyond this continent, on the Eastern Continent, there is ‘something’ that will destroy this continent in the future.
From my perspective, I thought that if I knew just these two facts, I would know everything.
Because what happened in my previous life is already over, and now is a new life where I am writing something new.
But now, the situation that was unfolding before my eyes was something I could not have guessed or expected.
It’s already over, but I wanted to know more.
Me, who became a Death Knight in my previous life, and Ron, who was already a Death Knight.
I want to know what happened between them.
I clenched my fist.
Even though it was a world of the unconscious, my hand was clearly clenched into a fist.
Then I thought.
I think I need to see more.
It was a fleeting moment, but there was no response.
If I keep doing this for a few seconds, I’ll wake up from this dream.
Opened my soul.
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This time I sent an idea.
I have to see it.
Slowly the soul answers.
I’ll show you.
After that, the consciousness that was trying to wake up sank down again.
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A corpse with its eyes closed.
A corpse, like a horror doll that seems to come out of a dream, slowly opens its eyes.
Everyone held their breath.
The pinnacle of the modern world.
An unprecedented monster that waged war against the unified empire of Tulcan and won alone.
A monster that has never existed and cannot exist, a monster that killed all dragons including the Forest of Demons, beheaded the Dragon Lord, and tore his bones to shreds.
That monster is now a Death Knight.
Everyone was nervous.
The air thickens and all eyes are on Jack Valantier.
So, they missed Ron’s move.
Although each of them has reached mastery, they have missed that fleeting moment.
Who would have thought that a Death Knight, who is supposed to follow orders and obey them, would do something so rash?
Ron ran with a ‘scroll’ in his mouth.
The moment his only remaining arm touches Jack’s body.
Crack.
Ron’s teeth tore through the scroll, and at the same time.
Hwaaaaak-!!
Light enveloped their bodies.
Teleport scroll.
And so Jack and Ron disappeared.
“……uh?”
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Not far away.
Ron moved in the mountains exactly 50km away.
As if he had prepared in advance, he searched through the bushes on one side and pulled out a cart big enough for one person to fit in.
Then Ron fell over in his seat.
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It wasn’t like I lost my balance or tripped on a rock or anything.
As if he had lost the strength in his legs.
I just fell over.
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Ron, who had struggled to get up from his seat, helped Jack, who was staring blankly into space with his eyes open, onto the cart.
At that moment.
“theory……?”
A Death Knight’s characteristically grating voice flows out of Jack’s mouth.
Ron paused.
How long has it been since I last saw you?
It seems like decades.
Ron laughs.
He laughed like that, just like when he was in the rose garden with Jack in the past.
(You still recognize me even though my face looks like this.)
Then Jack snickers.
“I’m sorry. And thank you.”
(Suddenly?)
Jack shakes his head.
“It wasn’t all of a sudden. It’s something I wanted to say since I started my revenge, no, even before that. Thank you so much. And I’m sorry.”
(Why are you acting so embarrassed?)
“Why, now that I’m dead, I can say things like this so openly. It’s a strange feeling to feel so lethargic.”
(…….)
“But are you alone? Where’s your sister?”
Ron thought.
No matter what the devil or monster, in the end, you are still a gentleman.
If it weren’t for the Death Knight, tears might have flowed.
And as rumored, he became a great person.
Even though he was a high-level master who created Death Knight, he completely escaped control.
As expected, it’s the young master.
Jack continued speaking.
“Oh, I guess my sister isn’t here. They said that good people go to heaven, so how could I, who’s in hell, see her… … But that’s strange. Shouldn’t Ron be in heaven too? Why is he here?”
Jack chuckles.
“What, you were stealing without telling me? I guess you’re a worse person than I thought.”
Ron’s rough hands slowly brushed Jack’s shoulders.
(My lord and I are dead. And, even though we are dead, we are still living.)
Jack’s expression suddenly turns into a frown.
Then there was silence for a while.
He slowly turns his head to the side, frowning even more as if he feels pain.
Could it be an illusion?
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It felt like a small curse was bursting out of Jack’s mouth.
Oh, I think it was something like that.
Isn’t it?
“I thought Ron’s eye color was a little strange, but I wasn’t mistaken.”
Ron laughs awkwardly.
“Why are you laughing like that?”
(……This may sound strange, but I like you, Master.)
“… … .”
(I suddenly remember that. When I was running away with the young master from the Marquisate of Valanti, he was afraid of me and avoided me. He didn’t say anything, but I was really upset.)
“You were so reckless back then. Then why did you hide your identity? It’s only natural for an innocent child to be afraid.”
Ron chuckled.
(Still, I have no regrets. Because I want to protect you, and I want to continue to protect you.)
Ron struggles to his feet.
Then he clenched his fist, and Jack frowned as he watched.
As if I felt something.
“I’m not sure because my senses haven’t come back yet, but I feel like there are some strange things about 22km away.”
(Can you feel it?)
Jack’s furrowed brow remained.
“One senior, four intermediate, three beginner, and from a distance, 80 from Circle 9, 90 from Circle 8… … and other miscellaneous kids are all rushing towards us. How strange. Were there this many troops left on the continent? I thought they were all dead, but I guess not. And now Ron is preparing to fight someone, and his expression is… … .”
(What’s your expression?)
“Oh, that’s the kind of look you make when you plan something and put it into action and it fails. That’s Ron’s expression right now. What are they?”
(I am a Death Knight and you are also a Death Knight.)
“so?”
(If I had come to my senses a little earlier, I would have prepared a thorough plan, but unfortunately, I came to my senses a little late. That’s why I failed. The guys who are rushing in now are the ones who made me a Death Knight and turned you into a Death Knight too.)
Jack’s eyes are fixed on Ron.
To put it simply, you’re just being chased.
This isn’t deja vu, what is this?
“It seems like a similar situation to that time, right?”
(……yes.)
Jack closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“When a Death Knight is in a state of near death, he tends to lose control, and that’s exactly what Ron is doing right now. You want to fight like that? You want to protect me like that?”
Jack clenched his fists and sat up.
But his creaking body and still disharmonious soul only brought Jack pain.
But there wasn’t even a hint of change in Jack’s expression.
Even though it was an excruciating pain, Jack’s appearance was enough to create a sense of discomfort, as if he was used to it.
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“It’s really the same as back then. When I was little, I only received help from Ron and never got anything in return, but now that I’m all grown up, I’m called a monster and I’ve reached a point where I can tear the world apart.”
Jack’s mouth was closed.
Because Ron was looking at Jack with that always smiling expression.
(I told you, I like you, Master, and I want to protect you.)
Although his face was hideous and covered in blisters, to Jack it seemed brighter than anything else in the world.
(I’ll just summarize the situation briefly. There was an organization called the Taoist Temple, and I ran away from the Taoist Temple in the past.)
“A conduit? What is that?”
(An organization that once protected the royal family of the Gunnar Empire. They were in the shadows and did not reveal themselves to the world.)
“okay?”
(Yes. You were the young master who placed the continent under your feet. Didn’t you know?)
“That’s what happened.”
(Anyway, it’s an organization that’s in the shadows to that extent. But recently, three months ago, strange monsters began appearing on the Western Continent.)
“monster?”
(They say it came from the Eastern Continent. I don’t know exactly. I’ve heard stories here and there that it’s because all the Dragon Lords died, but that’s not credible either. What’s important is that this organization called the Taoist Temple came into the world. And they were the first to collect pieces of the young master’s body. For a whole year.)
As the picture began to form, Jack’s expression began to rot.
“You made me a Death Knight and put me under you? You couldn’t touch me while I was alive, so you moved only after I died? You catch monsters with monsters, something like that?”
(Yes, similar. Strictly speaking, it’s really late. Who would have thought that they would cut the young master’s body into pieces and scatter it all over the continent?)
“Why did you bother doing that instead of just burning it and erasing it from the world?”
(A strange rumor spread that if the devil’s corpse was burned, the world would end.)
That was the extent of Jack’s fame.
A reputation that even gives rise to false rumors.
“But the timing is subtle. The monster appeared three months ago, but you collected my corpse a year ago?”
(It was a coincidence. I had been looking for the corpse of the master, or to be exact, his ‘heart’ and ‘skull’, ever since the moment he died.)
“But since it took a year, I don’t know who it is, but they must have hidden it pretty well.”
Ron’s expression darkened slightly.
(The Oak Lord had the Lord’s head.)
Jack’s face crumpled.
“Why did he do that?”
(He said that while he may have been a demon to others, he was the epitome of a warrior to him, and that it wasn’t right to make a spectacle of such an unprecedented warrior, past or present, and that hanging him on the wall for a few days would be enough, and that anything more was greed. He was a little surprised. It seems like the Orc Lord follows you a lot.)
“The nuance is strange. What happened to Geureun Hill?”
Ron pauses for a moment, smacking his lips.
And then he said.
(I formed an alliance with humans, orcs, and many other races and fought against the monsters of the Eastern Continent. I fought many times and was recently defeated and was sent back with an arm missing. The orc lord and the alliance were attacked by the Taoist monk.)
