Episode 312 < Next world. (2) >
3.
In a way, what happened was simple.
The angry man was angry. Those who need to apologize have apologized. He said that he did not have the shame to say anything about this world, and the silent person was a little more silent.
“… … “It sucks.”
And the [assistant writer] muttered an expletive.
The gray spider was still kneeling in front of the drawbridge. She still rested her forehead on the floor. On top of the body, anti-demonic believers threw rotten fruits and debris. What they threw was also emotional vomit.
puck.
A pitch black lump hit the gray spider’s back and it slipped.
“ah.”
The [assistant writer], who had narrowed his eyebrows, parted his lips. At the end of her gaze, a sharp dagger was crossing the air.
“Wait a minute, that-”
But while the dagger was flying, teeing! It bounced off with a clear sound. I shot it down with an aura that looked like a piece of Go.
The dagger was stuck weakly on the ground 4 meters away from the gray spider.
“Tsk!”
In the crowd of thousands, someone clicked his tongue.
[Assistant writer] seems to have heard that too.
“You there! What are you doing now? … .”
“Don’t block it.”
[Mahos Military Commander] grabbed [Assistant Writer]’s forearm and stopped him.
“If you stop them, they’ll only get angrier. “I know this from experience, having handled battlefield operations many times.”
The assistant writer looked at the Mahos military commander, then looked back at me.
I didn’t say anything. Before and after dropping the dagger, he just watched with his arms crossed.
Although no one but me could know, that was also the posture Bae Hu-ryeong was taking right next to me.
When I got no response, the assistant writer turned to the Mahos military commander. Her glasses went up to the wrong angle.
“No, but how can you attack someone who has surrendered? “If you’ve dealt with a battlefield, you know that’s the basics!”
The Mahos military commander did not blink an eye.
“Has the Magic Tower maintained the basics?”
The assistant writer gritted his teeth.
“Aren’t you the one who was imprisoned along with the Hamustra believers? “I heard that he was even tortured harshly until he was rescued by the Death King.”
“…….”
“Even the world where you were born and raised has become a colony ruled by the Magic Tower. “I don’t think the Magic Tower would have governed its colonies any wiser than the 50th floor.”
Almost a thousand years.
The resentment accumulated by the Magic Tower was numerous and deep.
“The Magic Tower was not wise. So you better act wisely, assistant writer. Aren’t you climbing the tower to represent your world? “If you can afford to sympathize with the world’s enemies, you should at least prepare to attack the next floor—”
“thank you.”
The assistant writer said. It was a low, cold voice.
“Anyway, you’re saying this because you’re thinking of me. So thank you. …And I have something else to say, so please listen.”
“hmm. I’m glad you appreciate it. So, assistant writer. Rather, I have a suggestion: if you haven’t decided on a member to go to the 51st floor, come with me…”
“f*ck you.”
The Mahos military commander fell silent.
After speaking, the assistant writer widened his eyes. The glasses also became round.
After a while, she flapped her arms.
“no… that… Don’t misunderstand because I didn’t say f*ck it when I asked you to accompany me. More than that, um, why are you making such a suggestion now… Oh, that’s it! Stay still! …a plague.”
The assistant writer cleared his throat several times. Then he took a glance at the Mahos commander and then turned.
I started walking.
The assistant writer stood in front of the gray spider, or more precisely, in front of the crowd surrounding the gray spider.
“Hey you bastards, don’t do anything more ugly!”
said the assistant writer.
5.
Immediately the crowd showed its teeth.
“What!”
“Isn’t that an assistant writer? “You’re an assistant writer, right?”
“That guy who always makes grammar mistakes?”
“Why does Sado, a book-eating hamster, suddenly jump out? “Have you lost sight of me for helping with the plan to conquer the Magic Tower?”
“Everyone shut up!”
The assistant writer shouted in a loud voice that could not be overcome by the murmur of the crowd.
And then he said it right away.
“Just one thing for now. I’ll see you later on about the kid who said my grammar was wrong. We cannot allow such distorted information to be spread. But there is something even more unacceptable than that… “You bastards, aren’t you embarrassed?”
The assistant writer raised his voice.
“If you want revenge, make a plan yourself and join forces to get revenge! If you want to abuse power, abuse the people you personally hunted!”
The assistant writer gritted his teeth when he saw the gray spider lying face down and all the trash lying nearby.
“But what is this? If you personally hunted the magic tower, witches, and gray spiders, no matter what you did, it wouldn’t be a problem, but it’s not. “What on earth are you doing to other people’s prey?”
There was a silent crowd at those words.
It means there was a little bit. Except for a small minority, the vast majority of the crowd blushed. Among them, someone whose face was not revealed by wearing a mask blushed.
A masked warrior took a step forward, carrying a large spear that looked like a dragon’s horn ripped off.
“You’re amazing, assistant writer.”
The masked warrior spoke in a screeching voice.
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“You’re really amazing. Very brave! He said all the right words, the right words, the kind words, and sat down. Now it would be perfect if we were embarrassed and ran to find a mouse hole, but what should we do? It just makes me angry. haha. “Is this because I’m going to get upset?”
“huh.”
“No, don’t just say yes… really. It’s just that since you’re so confident, you can’t even see people who can’t be confident, right?”
The masked warrior booms! I hit the floor with the tip of the spear.
“A thousand years. The Magic Tower ruled this 50th floor for a thousand years! The oppression became stronger and stronger, and this 50th floor, and the towers that arrived on the 50th floor, were sucked up by the roots of that magic tower!”
‘That’s right!’ from all sides. The words came out.
“Mr. assistant writer. “Can’t you see that pain and suffering with your own eyes?”
“right!”
“People who had to pass through the alleys while holding their breath to avoid being noticed by the Magic Tower! Those who had to hold their breath even though they lost their families or something more precious to those witches! “You can’t see or feel those people!”
“That’s right! That’s right!”
“Mr. assistant writer. You may be saying the right things, but that’s because you have the power to say those things! People who don’t have that kind of power! “Do you mean that the weak should not even think about venting even in moments like this, but just keep their mouths shut and act like they don’t exist?”
“right! right! right!”
“How dare you try to put a gag on the mouths of vulnerable victims like that! “Isn’t that justifiable and cruel?”
“right! right! right! right!”
Every time the masked warrior continued his actions, cheers like wildfire erupted. Ordinary hunters who did not participate in the anti-demon alliance were also seen raising their voices. “Oooooh!” The square turned into a crucible of enthusiasm.
And the assistant writer poured cold water into the crucible.
“I was very grateful to hear the extra’s bullshit.”
The Masked Warrior paused. The crowd also fell silent for a moment.
On top of that silence, the assistant writer walked slowly.
Standing in front of the masked warrior, the assistant artist looked straight into the two holes in the mask.
“Know this, you bastard.”
The assistant writer lowered his back like a stretching cat, raised his head, brought his face closer to the mask of the masked warrior, and muttered.
“Even if you were 10 or 100 times stronger than you are now, even if you were as strong as all the magic towers combined, I would have stood in front of you like this and told you that you said something like shit.”
The assistant writer spoke while pressing the masked warrior’s nose with his fingertips.
“That’s why I was taken to the Magic Tower.”
The mask of the masked warrior turned red. “Oh, it’s hot,” the assistant writer removed his fingers with a bewildered look, as if it was accompanied by physical heat.
The masked warrior spoke in a voice that resembled boiling magma flowing down the mountainside.
“No. The reason you were taken away was because Hamustra suddenly disappeared. Because my back is gone, my strength is weakened! It’s still the same now. Now, it seems like the Death King or something is behind him… .”
“ah. And I would like to add one thing.”
Actually, it’s just two words. How on earth are you wearing that mask? It’s so hot,’ he muttered, and then lightly licked the tip of his heated finger.
“Even if you are 1000 or 10000 times stronger than you are now. Even if you were as strong as all the magic towers multiplied, you would have been just a one-time extra who appeared to show how much stronger the main character had become.”
The masked warrior fell silent.
The assistant writer took his eyes off the masked warrior. The sharp glasses along his eyes turned to the crowd surrounding him.
“Let’s not do embarrassing things.”
If the Masked Warrior’s voice got louder the more he spoke, the assistant writer’s words were exactly the opposite. The voice gradually quieted down.
“You guys are [Hunters].”
It was a soft voice.
“Aren’t these guys who decided to climb the tower on their own because they wanted to go to a bigger place than where you were born and raised, and want to see something different from the scenery you’re used to seeing?”
The voice gradually decreased and turned into a lament.
“I did. There may be some who came up because they have nowhere else to be, and there are also some who came up to represent the world and all, like those who have terrible timing, but I don’t know anything grand like that. “I always knew only myself and only thought about myself.”
Perhaps that’s why people believed in people like you even if they believed in the constellations, the assistant writer muttered, because people are attracted to things that resemble them.
she said
“I came here to tell my story.”
The drooping glasses along the eyes scanned the crowd.
“Aren’t you like that too?”
The assistant writer’s gaze returned after scanning the crowd and was directed at me.
In that gaze, there was regret, not anger, and a glow in the heart that would come out when looking back on a conversation we once had.
The assistant writer said while looking back at the gray spider that was still lying down.
“Does this look like something [the main characters] would do?”
onetime.
The Apostle of Hamustra, who muttered, “I am not the main character of this story anyway,” lowered his shoulders and muttered.
“No.”
“…….”
“Now, let’s be the main character.”
and.
Those words had resonance.
“Well said.”
It was the voice of the members of Geomje Church.
The Geomje Church are definitely the ones who have suffered harsher acts from the Magic Tower than anyone else. However, they did not even pay attention to the witches of the first branch of the Magic Tower who were standing still on the glass bridge. The same was true for the gray spider lying face down.
The members of Geomje Church walked and stood next to the assistant writer.
“That is correct.”
“It’s also a slap in the face. “I’m sure there are a lot of people who feel like beating them up, and to be honest, I do too.”
“but… Still, what is true is true.”
The members of Geomje Church turned around all at once.
The Geomje Church members lined up next to the assistant writer spoke with their arms crossed.
“Without Death King, this hunt would not have been successful.”
“So, it would be immoral for us to argue further here.”
“He probably said that too.”
The crowd cringed.
-hmm.
Bae Hu-ryeong said.
-Well, after 150 years, there has been very little growth.
That was the beginning.
“I think the same! “This isn’t fair!”
These were the words spoken by the clown who was the only one who killed me on the 50th floor, walking out and standing next to the assistant writer and members of the Geomje Church.
“shit… “It’s okay.”
The tongue-clicking berserker followed. Paparazzo and other high-ranking members of the Anti-Mameng followed suit.
Finally, the military commander of Mahos walked over and turned into a corner of the human fence that blocked the gray spider and the crowd.
The assistant writer looked a little puzzled.
“Why did you come? “Be wise.”
“Because victory is here. “A fair fight and a winning fight. Mahos is known to like the latter, but in fact, he likes fights that are fair and even winable the most.”
“You know what? “You’re not only stupid, but you’re also trash.”
“But he’s a good fighter.”
“huh. So I’m going to accept your offer. “Let’s go to the 51st floor together.”
“It’s an honor.”
As the human fence became stronger, the crowd’s fever slowly subsided. However, rather than scattering, it literally sank and piled up. Like steam gathering under a pressure cooker.
The masked warrior exploded.
“Shit! What you say is absurd! So, are you saying that the victims who cannot take revenge on their own should keep their lips shut for the rest of their lives?”
“I never said anything like that. “Right now, I am one of those victims.”
One of the Geomje Church members said.
I raised my head.
“You there. Spokesperson of the Magic Tower.”
The Magic Tower spokesperson, who was watching the situation with a nervous expression, hiccuped.
“Yes!?”
“You killed my priest.”
Anger can be hot, but it can also be cold.
The anger of the Geomje Church members was cold, not because they had no heat, but because they were full of anger.
“He was talented and light-hearted, so he lived life easily, but perhaps that was why he couldn’t die easily. “For nearly ten days, he died a cruel death in a glass coffin, with every bone in his body being crushed to death.”
The Magic Tower’s spokesperson hesitated, avoiding eye contact.
“Ha, ha… Umm. That’s a shame… I’m sorry. Uh… . But why are you saying that now? ?”
“Wash your neck and wait.”
“Yes?”
“As soon as I’m ready, I’ll go to the lion world. To challenge you to a duel. … “You’ll be okay, Death King?”
hmm.
Yes.
It was only now that I was able to open my mouth.
“no way. Who and how will prevent a fair duel?”
I smiled humbly.
“I will stop you from invading with your troops, but what if it’s a duel? I have no right to stop it. … However, if you die in a duel like that, how can I not do the same?”
“That’s natural. “How can someone who is not prepared to die go out to kill someone?”
The Geomje Church member nodded and glared at the spokesperson of the Magic Tower.
“wait.”
“… … under.”
The Magic Tower’s spokesperson gritted his teeth.
“This is it. I looked down on you too. Do you think you can win in a one-on-one fight? I will tell you very clearly that this is an illusion. There is nothing special about a priest and a monk being killed by the same person. yes! We’ll just create a slope! “To a startling death!”
“You can do that. Then my disciple. The disciple will come find you again. “Until the day my life is cut off or you lose your life.”
“No, it’s a plague… Ugh, let’s not do that. mercy! peace! Against war! Blood begets blood and revenge begets revenge. “Can’t you just forget everything and forgive me?”
“I’m sorry.”
The Geomje Church member smiled, showing his teeth.
“Because I’m not that strong.”
The Magic Tower’s spokesperson hiccuped.
4.
And also, that was the beginning.
5.
The witches of the Magic Tower received a [Settlement Notice] for the time they had spent.
There were some who did not receive one, but most of them groaned after receiving three or more, and in the case of the spokesperson, as many as 107 duels.
“No f*ck. This is all because you treated me as a spokesperson. Since I was at the front, I was attracted to aggro that much. Hey other branch leaders. If you guys have a conscience, you should share some. But do you guys have a conscience? Oh no… . Damn sluts… .”
Charumu, who escaped with me, was heartbroken when he saw such a spokesperson.
“phew… I’m glad I got stuck in a deep place and just had to clean it… . This is the big picture… .”
“be careful. Mr. Charumu.”
I comforted Charumu’s shoulders and gave him advice.
“In the end, you can’t run away from the life you’ve lived.”
“What the hell?… . This strange sense of reality felt in Mr. Confucius’ words… .”
Fifteen days passed like that.
Rumbling!
It was the sound of the last remaining spire collapsing from the 50th floor.
[‘The whip of a self-torture’ is released from its seal.]
The pillar that supported the spire in the exact center tilted and fell. When viewed from a distance, it was an iron core that looked like a spike. As soon as the iron core hit the ground, it shattered like glass.
“Ugh…?”
Inside the broken pillar, a woman with red hair opened her eyes.
“This place… … ?”
“Sisyyy!”
[Berserker] ran at supersonic speed. Quang! When a human collided with another human, there was a sound that should not have been made based on common sense, but fortunately one of them was not a human but a constellation.
The red-haired constellation lightly accepted the [Berserker] and hugged it.
“what. oh… ?”
“sister! Our constellation sister! Ugh, sorry I’m late! Sorry I’m late! I told you to wait 3 years! 300 years have passed! I’m a stupid, stupid, crazy piece of trash! I should be dead! I should have died, but I couldn’t! coward! Ugh, I’m sorry!”
The constellations sealed in the Magic Tower were released.
“ah… . This idiotic self-torture, huh. You must be my apostle… .”
The red-haired constellation patted the [Berserker] on the back.
The [Berserker] buried his face with his god whom he had longed to be reunited with, cried, “Huh!” and cried, “Ugh!” He covered her snot and said, “Ugh!” She finally wailed so loudly that her saliva flew out.
“huh….”
The red-haired constellation slapped the [Berserker] on the cheek with a troubled look.
“It’s so f*cking dirty, so do it in moderation… .”
“Thank you, Death King!”
The [Berserker] spoke to me, his cheeks as red as the head of the god he served.
“Thanks to you! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have met my sister again! Thank you, ugh, I thought you were a f*cking bastard, but it turns out you’re a good bastard!”
“oh my god.”
I put the holy sword into its sheath.
My body wasn’t completely healed yet, so my shoulders felt stiff even though I only cut down one of the pillars of the spire.
“Is that the only modifier you know how to use? ?”
“what! It’s cute! ”
hmm.
I admit that, though.
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