Episode 343 < Absolute music (絶對音樂). (4) >
I could feel the children’s hearts slowing down.
‘Why is this fun?’
I moved my fingers busily over the keys.
Faster and faster.
‘Why am I so fascinated just by seeing people’s reactions even though I can’t hear anything?’
Breathing was limited in this world. The performer and the audience shared a predetermined total amount of breath. As my fingers tightened, the children’s breathing slowed down, and when my fingers swam leisurely, the children finally let go of their breath.
‘How far?’
I tapped the keyboard.
“■■……”
“■■■? ■■■?”
Passersby walking up and down the grand staircase stopped one or two at a time.
I expanded my aura. I sensed not only the six children, but also the young man who had just stopped, the woman with pitch-black nets under her eyes, and the rhythm of their hearts.
‘How far can I go?’
Soon, my thoughts faded.
‘smell.’
I smelled the flow beneath the World Tree. Sniff, I said. Even though he couldn’t hear the sound, his sense of smell, enhanced by the Auror, caught even the most unpleasant and vulgar smells.
Even the depths of my nostrils turned green.
‘The smell of animals… … . The smell of the beast.’
It wasn’t just humans who lingered on the grand staircase and began to listen to my performance. Even animals.
On the low branches of the world tree, there are owls, larks, and sniper birds, birds with long ears like goblins, birds with thick lips like hippopotamuses, birds with degenerated forepaws like dinosaurs, birds that I cannot call by name because I do not know their nationality. He stuck his head out and lowered it. I was playing below where the birds’ beaks were about to fall.
‘……The smell of life.’
The beast wasn’t the only one blinking at my piano from the World Tree. Flowers too.
Crataeflowers, hydrangeas, silkworms, mountain hydrangeas, fire chrysanthemums, cherry blossoms, pear flowers, white flowers with beautiful eyes, children with finely cut fingernails blooming into flower petals, things that hold onto a handful of sky with closed fingers, you name it. The beings who had color before they had it looked down at me.
‘The smell of an Auror.’
So, this place was a paradise.
Even a single flower petal that could not hear a sound had an aura. Who gave it as a gift? In a world of bad weather, flowers were born knowing how to hear sounds with auras, just as they knew how to drink rainwater.
[Activates the skill.]
I used the skill without even realizing it. [Salvation of the Torn Goddess]. Salvation sword. A technique that temporarily amplifies my aura in exchange for throwing away my memories.
It was a skill I had decided not to use carelessly, but now it was activated unconsciously. but. I couldn’t help it.
‘more.’
Even I, who had now reached the constellation, lacked the aura to sense all the children, passers-by, animals, and flowers immersed in the shadow of the World Tree.
I just wanted to win the hearts of everyone who listened to my playing.
‘more.’
I missed the memory of playing 3 seconds ago, so I caught the next 3 seconds of playing.
Aurors became infinite the more they abandoned themselves.
[Activates the skill.]
Even if I were born as a performer who couldn’t hear sound, even if I was born as a painter who couldn’t see color, even if I was born as a poet who didn’t know what poetry is, I would definitely have read people’s faces and read their expressions and written songs that I couldn’t hear either. I would have drawn pictures that I could not see, and I would have written poems that I did not know.
I would have lived like that.
‘… … good.’
Maybe that was a poor life compared to someone who was taught sounds from the beginning, knew what chords and what music was, and simply wrote down songs according to what they knew.
But I only knew how to live like this.
‘Yes, good.’
And I loved being alive.
‘everyone… … ‘Be pretty.’
If there was anything I realized after giving up my life over four thousand times, that was it. I liked living.
If I were a stone that was only allowed to live a life of breaking and being destroyed, I would have even liked being broken, and if I was a flower that had to throw away the white color it had grown since spring in the winter, I would have loved the feel of the enemy dropping its petals.
[The ‘movement singer singing heaven’ opens his eyes.]
Flash.
[The ‘movement singer singing heaven’ is looking down on you.]
The wind shook.
It wasn’t the wind that came by itself. The tree branches wriggled gently, and countless leaves moved like feathers on wings. world tree. The trees covering the sky here nodded slightly, and a good wind blew.
[The ‘movement singer singing heaven’ listens to your sound.]
And I realized that the speed of the wind flowing through the grain of the tree was the tree’s heartbeat, and the sound of the leaves rustling against each other was the tree’s body temperature.
The blooming flowers were the tree’s gaze.
[‘The movement singing heaven’ begins to sing to your sound.]
Tuk.
An even whiter flower fell on the white keys of the piano.
Suddenly, petals fell from afar. Not far above. In the sky. The World Tree shook its branches and dropped the flowers hanging from its fingertips. Tuk. The white flower fell with the speed of sky blue and the gravity of green, and as it fell, it hit the key.
The flowers fell again.
The flower struck the keyboard every time it fell. It was a performance. When I leaned to the left and walked towards the left side of the piano, the flowers fell on the right side. The World Tree played accompaniment by dropping its flowers on the piano keys.
“…….”
Flower petals flowed over the keyboard like rain.
I played with my fingers. White flowers have bloomed on white bones. When I pressed the key, I unconsciously crushed a flower that someone had already dropped there. It was weighed down.
When I played the piano, fingerprints were left on the flower petals. When pressed between the fingers and the keys, the flower was slightly crushed. Crushed. It was crushed. Water like juice flowed from the petals. Very little. A little scent, just a little, scent, scent… … incense.
The crushing scent must have been the tears of that tree.
White keys, white petals, and a white smell flowed, and if you noticed, there were heaps of flowers in full bloom everywhere.
It was a flower petal that didn’t even know how to shed water until someone pressed it, and even when it did, it was white and did not smell bad, but rather a scent.
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There was one such tree blooming in heaven.
‘Be pretty.’
What was the person who first planted the tree here thinking?
“■■■…….”
“■■……”
Children, passersby, and animals opened their mouths. Perhaps they also sang along to the flowers. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear the world’s chorus in my ears.
It didn’t matter.
Really, it doesn’t matter.
[‘The movement singing heaven’ blesses you.]
[Hidden stage cleared.]
In the middle of a pile of falling flowers.
[The ‘movement singer singing heaven’ says you shouldn’t stay here for long.]
[Transferred to the 70th floor.]
[‘The movement singing heaven’ sees you off.]
[May good luck be with you.]
I opened my eyes.
5.
I opened my eyes in the 70th floor lobby.
“…….”
Patricia stood silently and looked at me. Patricia opened her lips and then closed them again and again. Her eyes looked like she was contemplating what to say as her first words.
“Hmm,” said Patricia, as if Django had finally finished.
“Gongja Kim.”
“yes.”
“Aurors will not admit it because it is a despicable fraud.”
“Why on earth were you worrying about your first word? yes?”
“For some reason, I feel embarrassed when people praise me for doing a good job. Should I endure shame to praise you? That would be your selfishness, arrogance, and conceit.”
“I didn’t say anything!?”
“ha.”
Patricia sighed.
“There was no need to work that hard. Didn’t I tell you? Even if you don’t do anything, I will gladly acknowledge you for clearing the stage. In fact, even when you messed up your first performance, I gave you a clear right away.”
“You really say harsh things so casually… … ?”
“Your last performance… . hmm. “What should I say?”
Patricia was lost in thought. And she nodded her head slowly.
“Until now, I thought it was good to live with a person like you. But, yeah… … . “When I heard your last performance, I thought I wouldn’t mind dying with you.”
“… … uh.”
Isn’t that a more embarrassing thing to say? Overwhelmingly?
I cannot understand your subtle sensibilities, my friend.
“huh. “It was great as a first step.”
When I hesitated, not knowing how to react, the [Primordial Staff] intervened and spoke.
“It was a great performance even though it was not his area of expertise. “Congratulations on gaining followers for the first time since becoming a Constellation.”
[You seek believers!]
[The Paladin becomes your believer.]
[Currently, there is no blessing that can be given to believers.]
[Currently, there is no authority to give to believers.]
I heard messages one after another, but it didn’t feel real yet. God bless you or something. Something like power. Only after defeating the 79th floor, and only after its position as a constellation is complete, will something become possible.
Even if it were possible, I have no intention of acting as a god to Patricia, much less would I want to be treated as a god.
“Then, good luck. Gongja Kim… … . cheer up.”
Patricia’s ankles were engulfed in white light.
His role as a judge is over and he is about to return to the first floor.
If you look closely, Patricia is smiling bitterly.
“I heard an explanation from this person. “They said I won’t remember anything about this incident.”
“…….”
“Memory is an island that each person has. “I feel distraught because it feels like I’m leaving you on a remote island, but I believe you can swim and come and go as you please in the sea.”
“Patricia.”
“hmm.”
“If you want to assassinate me, coming up with a 17-point plan won’t be enough.”
“…….”
Patricia looked caught off guard.
What happened in the next second was as follows. In less than a second, Patricia realized that she had momentarily lost control of her facial expressions. And again she wondered what to do with the time she had wasted. It was only for a moment, but a look of concern appeared in her eyes.
And I chose.
“… … indeed.”
What Patricia chose was [Leave the stabbed expression as it is].
“Are you disappointed…? ?”
“no. I thought you were that kind of person, but… “She just knew better.”
“sorry. But I have seen people change. witnessed. It was experienced. The Sword Saint, the Black Dragon Master, and many hunters from the past who are now dead… … . I simply cannot believe that there is someone who will never change his mind. so. “Just in case.”
“yes.”
I smiled.
“I know what you mean when you say [I wouldn’t mind dying with you].”
“…….”
“It is an honour.”
“really,”
Patricia let out a laugh.
“He’s not cute. you.”
with a splash!
The ground beneath Patricia’s feet became squishy and swallowed her up. It was sent by a wizard.
The wizard and I were left alone again in a space where cubes like Rubik’s Cube were constantly spinning.
“Ego. Would you like to move on to the next stage right away? Or, should I give you time to rest?”
“I’m fine with either way.”
“Then let’s move on right away.”
The thin cane hit the white floor.
“You could say that the bad weather was a battlefield that was in your favor. Even though music was your non-expertise field, it didn’t mean you had no talent at all. But what about this time?”
Suddenly, light appeared in the place where Patricia disappeared.
“The next place you should go is [the world of money].”
Beyond the dazzling pillar, the shadow of a person could be seen sparsely.
“And the best expert on money in your tower seems to be this kid.”
Like Patricia, it was a familiar face to me.
The judge newly summoned to the 70th floor blinked.
“… … Hmm? Huh. “What is this?”
A hunter who also has a close relationship with Patricia, who just disappeared.
“It’s bizarre. “Can you tell me where this is, Death King?”
Sangryeonju (商聯主).
It was a count.
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