Episode 428
Beckerman’s emotions subsided in an instant. It was as if they had never existed in the first place.
Beckerman’s head turns straight ahead. The vast sea.
This is the Black Sea, with black swirls swirling everywhere.
The Black Sea, where once you go out, regardless of the ship’s class, it will sink and more than 100% of ships will go missing.
For nearly 400 years, or perhaps even earlier, no ship has gone beyond the Black Sea. And because there are no ships, there are no people.
Beckerman is passing by there now.
Rattle, rattle.
My stomach is churning violently.
I raised my mana. Red mana covered the entire ship. But it was still shaking.
If I didn’t know, I would have made this comment.
Why can’t we just fly and go?
Why not just float the entire ship and move it forward? Isn’t that what fly magic was made for?
That’s nonsense.
The Black Sea’s whirlpools are just one of the Black Sea’s dangers.
In the sky, commonly called the airspace, there are air currents that entangle the flow of mana.
If you launch a ship into the air to avoid the whirlpool, the ship will have a similar effect as being attacked by the current, and if you don’t defend against it properly, the ship will fall into the Black Sea.
After the fall, you also have to fight against the whirlpool. Isn’t that all? The Black Sea is a place where it snows, lightning strikes, and rains all year round.
It was the same now.
Woof-!!
Lightning was striking in the clear sky.
I turned my head to the side. It was snowing quite a distance away on the vast ocean.
Absurd weather conditions, bizarre situations that cannot be explained by magic, and situations that are so unrealistic that the laws of physics are like a dog’s sled.
This was the real reason why no one had attempted an expedition to the Black Sea for hundreds of years.
Sweat drips down Beckerman’s forehead.
It’s hard to control. It’s really hard. That’s what I was thinking.
Kookung-!
In an instant, the ship found stability.
Beckerman’s gaze shifts backwards.
There was a man reaching out his hand.
Beckerman knows what that pure white mist is, blooming from the tip of his outstretched finger.
It’s a similar kind of power to the soul power that Jack Valantier uses.
“Are you okay?”
Iskandar shook his head at Beckerman’s question.
“How could it be okay?”
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“… … .”
“He knows my spirit. I had to use all my might to fool him, huh.”
Iskandar, unusually, could not finish his sentence properly. He simply did not want to say anything more. The situation was as it was.
Iskandar, who had been walking without taking his outstretched hand away, naturally stands next to Beckerman.
I had to change the subject.
“Do you remember what I said when I was in the palace?”
I had to do it. I couldn’t not do it.
“I asked if you could tolerate the fact that what I was going to do might be completely outside your common sense.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“You said you could bear it. Didn’t you?”
“That’s right. I told you I would endure it.”
Clearly, Beckerman’s expression did not show any dissatisfaction with Iskandar’s decision.
Still, Iskandar must have felt something. Iskandar’s arm grabbed Beckerman’s shoulder.
“But your expression doesn’t look good.”
“……sorry.”
Iskandar, who had been holding Beckerman’s shoulder, put a little more strength into his arm.
“I was able to make this judgment because I had fought him properly and had experienced what kind of person he was for years. Killing him in this situation? Impossible. But shouldn’t we fight him anyway? That’s just nonsense. I know that better than anyone else.”
I don’t care if he establishes a new country, creates a new political system, wiretaps, or whatever. Honestly, it’s obvious that he doesn’t. Because Iskandar intends to kill Jack.
This one sentence says it all.
Why was it possible for a new nation to be founded? Because of Jack Valantier.
What was the background that allowed a new political system to emerge? It was because of Jack Balantier.
So if I kill him, if I kill him somehow, I can turn all that into nothing.
Iskandar smiled softly as he usually did.
“Who else would I trust but you?”
Beckerman thought as he looked at that smile. He had certainly felt it before, but Jack, it was strangely similar to that man’s smile.
At first, the atmosphere was similar. Always relaxed and always smiling gently.
Beckerman saw it as an imperial aura. It certainly resembled it. But now I don’t know.
I don’t think the Emperor’s aura is similar. They just look alike… … That’s all. I couldn’t see anything more than that.
It feels like the halo has disappeared. Yeah, that’s exactly what it feels like.
Iskandar speaks to Beckerman like that.
“Many people have said that there is another continent beyond the Black Sea.”
“… … .”
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“And according to the fragments of memories I saw, there definitely is another continent. The direction is also clearly this way.”
It’s not like we’re crossing the Black Sea just for that reason.
Iskandar thought for a very long time.
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Regression. This is so unrealistic.
Why did that happen? To be honest, Iskandar wanted to have that phenomenon called regression. He wanted to possess it. He wanted to use that power as he pleased.
What if, just maybe, I had regained my memories of my past life before Jack Valantier?
Iskandar would have gone to the Marquis of Valanti without hesitation and killed young Jack Valanti. He would have killed him with great brutality.
The world is so petty that I wanted an ‘enemy’, but he is not an enemy. He is a disaster.
If that happens, the whole situation will change.
So I thought, how can I turn back time?
Iskandar, who had thought of several hypotheses about the phenomenon of regression, was able to confirm that it was absolutely impossible.
The phenomenon of regression may also have been a kind of disaster.
There were many half-bloods in my previous life. Although they are half-transcendent, they are clearly those who use the power of the soul.
As they died, the power of their souls spread throughout the world, tangled and turned back time.
This was the most likely.
So, are there any half-bloods in the world now?
does not exist.
What about transcendent beings? They are a very small minority.
If that assumption is true, then turning back time is impossible. And one more thing.
Jack Valantier, who became a Death Knight. What happened to him?
If the entanglement of the divine occurred and time went back, then the guy died, but why did he die?
Why on earth did a monster with such power die?
Suicide? Well.
If that’s the case, then the actions you’re taking now have no answer. But what if the guy was killed by someone?
There were several reasons. First of all, there was the strangely shaped creature that invaded the Western Continent.
Numerous creatures with thorns all over their bodies and whose strength was superior to that of ordinary masters.
It looked like a ‘chimera’ to Iskandar, who had led the Half-Blood experiment.
That chimera was definitely not created on this continent, that is, the Western Continent. That is clear.
If that’s the case, then it means they came from somewhere else, and that means there’s another continent.
Could it be that ‘something’ there killed Jack Valantier?
Or maybe they died together.
That was a puzzle piece.
A monster as powerful as Jack Valanti and a monster as powerful as him died from a fight with the same evil spirit.
And the soul powers of those two guys became entangled with the entire world, causing a phenomenon called regression.
This was Iskandar’s judgment. At least, this assumption seemed reasonable to Iskandar.
I was drawn to this hypothesis as if it were fate.
This hypothesis led me to a solution.
The only solution to kill Jack Valantier.
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That’s like joining hands with the guy who killed you in your past life.
In order to do that, you absolutely have to go to the Eastern Continent.
Iskandar felt a powerful sense of destiny. It was certainly true.
As Iskandar, who had been holding Beckerman’s shoulder, removes his arm, silence falls between the two.
Iskandar knows too.
All of this is a matter of possibility. It’s all based on one’s own conjecture. Fate, inevitability, and that pull are everything.
But it was also true that there was no other answer.
Beckerman said to Iskandar,
“I simply follow Your Majesty.”
A firm tone, and unwavering eyes.
Beckerman’s loyalty remained the same. To be exact, it was stronger than before. It was the most perfect form of loyalty that Iskandar desired.
The sword that doesn’t think.
A sword that thinks but does not act. A sword that only follows orders.
It was like this in my previous life too. The flow was very similar.
At first, Beckerman was unsteady and lost his balance, but now he has found his balance. Iskandar smiled because he was so satisfied with the process. He smiled and nodded.
The two, to be exact, Beckerman’s first disciple ‘Merengues’ and his second disciple ‘Roman Stewart’, were sailing on a ship in the Black Sea.
This was a conversation that took place on the sixth day of the voyage, when Jack arrived at the imperial palace of Tulcan.
* * *
oh my god.
First of all, it was surprising. I couldn’t even imagine it.
“Iskander injected you with an energy that was enough to fool my eyes and senses, and based on that, you acted as Emperor Philip here… … So, did Emperor Philip leave this world a long time ago?”
The guy couldn’t answer. He just made a strange gurgling sound. It was a bit disappointing.
Emperor Philip’s fame was quite great.
I wanted to meet you at least once, but now I can’t.
Did Philip perhaps know that Tulcan’s blood was the same as mine?
Or, if he didn’t know, what kind of expression would he make when I told him about Gunnar’s lineage?
I was curious about that, but it became meaningless. That was all there was to it.
Crucially.
“Iskandar ran away, that’s it.”
“Crunch.”
“Oh my goodness, that Iskandar ran away? He abandoned his country and used all of Tulkan’s berserkers, who were supposed to be his support base, as bait to run away? He even used all of his secret organization, the Yakshas, as bait to run away? Oh my goodness. In just a few months, this is all he could come up with? Running away to save himself?”
It was funny, surprising, but ultimately, it was also absurd.
I saw the bottom of Iskandar in my previous life. I thought there would be nothing below that, but there was more.
The bastard has now fallen to the very bottom, to the very bottom of the basement.
