Episode 323 < Just for you ■■■. (2) >
2.
I heard your wish.
Every wish requires a price.
First, I’ll take your name.
Second, I’ll take your face.
Third, let’s own your fears.
If you don’t mind.
But if it’s still good.
please.
May good luck be with you.
3.
“…….”
There was silence between us.
However, the direction of silence was different.
I closed my mouth to wait for an answer, and the Constellation bit her lip, not knowing how to respond. ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████, who now has emerald hair and gray eyes
“… … but.”
but.
“I don’t know either.”
There was poison in his breath.
“I can’t remember what I look like. Even if Death King says he will find us, that is simply impossible. What kind of speech I used and what clothes I wore. Could I wear it? “Even I can’t think of it.”
How can you find something that isn’t there?
His breath was muttering like that.
For a long time, the poison that had accumulated in my lungs was flowing out.
“I can’t find myself. Because I threw it away. Even Death King can’t find me.”
“yes.”
I nodded.
“It may be difficult to find the original you. Even if you think you found it, there is no guarantee that it is really correct. “It’s like raising a red flag by saying you’ve found the South Pole in the middle of a snowy field, without any equipment.”
“Yes, so… … .”
“But you don’t need your original self.”
I caressed the constellation’s cheek.
Tick.
[The skill works.]
A white outline was revealed.
The ink peeled off, and the ■ became crumbly.
Another pole on the bars covering the constellations was broken.
“I don’t think finding the original you will bring you happiness.”
“… … Why do you think so, Death King?”
“You threw it away. There must be a reason why you threw it away.”
I grinned.
“I don’t know where you were born. Long ago, when you were young, what did you go through and how were you hurt? What kind of work have you done? “I don’t know about trivial things like that.”
It couldn’t even be seen as a trauma.
No matter what skill you use, it will be difficult to see.
“But I know what you like and how much you like it.”
You like adventure.
He loves life as he continues to move forward, crushing enemies with the person he chooses, taking on dangerous risks, and bypassing death at the risk of true pain.
To the point where I would abandon my original name and face if I could achieve that.
“You like me.”
“…….”
By using the third and final wish, I was okay with losing my own existence.
“Then, please choose [the face you want to show me].”
“…….”
“I will see you the way you want me to see you. Let me see what you show me. “What else is important?”
“…….”
“You like me. You like adventure. I followed what I liked, threw away unnecessary burdens, and came this far. you are.”
Tick.
“You haven’t lost yourself.”
Tick.
“I came here to find who I want to be.”
『Everyone travels.』
『There is an infinite desert in a 5-pyeong room.』
“…….”
I flinch.
The constellation shook its shoulders and looked at me.
[Skill ‘Space Red Yellow’ is activated.]
Yes.
I was currently writing a world using the power of the Red Emperor of the Universe.
Just like the constellation in front of me did while brainwashing me.
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This time, I will become this child’s constellation and show him the world.
『One fox cub.』
『A fox born in the desert has nothing to drink and nothing to play with. When the wind blows during the night, the hills flow away and the valleys fill up, and each day that passes, the house is lost.』
『Not all children of the desert can love themselves from the moment they are born.』
『Just the night sky.』
“…….”
The constellation looked up.
[The skill works.]
The cosmic red emperor relied on my imagination, and the dark night sky stretched out above the two of us.
Even in the desert where there is nothing, if you look up you can see stars scattered.
“are you okay.”
I whispered.
『Children who are born without landmarks have no choice but to walk using the night sky as a map.』
“I won’t deceive you.”
“…….”
The world is imagined.
A young fox’s journey begins.
『If you listen closely, all you can hear is the sound of the desert sand rustling, rustling, drying out.』
『Only a dry wind.』
『A fox walks while piling sand in its heart.』
“it’s okay.”
『The fox walks because he has nothing.』
『Eating is not satisfying. always.”
『Things that grow in the desert are always covered in sand and wind, so when you bite them, grains of sand stick to the corners of your mouth. No matter how much I eat, my thirst is not quenched. Obviously, something is accumulating in a mind where there was nothing, but it is not starlight in the night sky, but dry sand.』
『Have I become a desert?』
“…….”
『Will I also become a desert?』
“…….”
『The grains of sand that cover the world are countless and infinite, and all the evidence that has died on this earth until now will form a river, and those who will die from now on will count the days of Nayuta, but I have already Is it just one grain of sand added to infinite sand?
『The desert is still a desert.』
『No matter where you look, there are only traces of death.』
『Everyone is dying.』
“…….”
『The fox has nothing to eat, so it chooses a cactus.』
『It’s because I’m thirsty.』
『Sometimes, when crossing the desert, cacti stand like electric poles. The child knows that there is water in it. water. The only comfort that will quench your deathly thirst.』
『The thorns are well-protruded.』
… … To protect a handful of water… … In this sand hell… … You’ve raised a lot of thorns… …
『The fox tears up the cactus while crying. They are barefoot. A thorn gets stuck in the sole of the foot. The blade brushes my toes. Blood flows. The leather may pierce. But if he doesn’t drink it, he will die, so the fox cuts off the flesh of the cactus.』
… … Sorry… …
『Suck up every drop of water.』
… … Sorry… …
『Prickly water.』
『The fox was exhausted. I guess I can walk a little further for a while. But my throat hurts. One sharp thorn got stuck.』
『The young fox paid a price.』
『The cactus did not forget to take revenge on the beast that stole it and drank it.』
“…….”
『After drinking the first water and the second water, the fox realizes.』
“perhaps.”
『Maybe I’m the one creating the desert?』
『The fox suddenly looks up at the sky while burying his nose in the flesh of the cactus. The sun hurts. I’ve always wondered why the world is a desert, and where deserts come from, and I thought it was probably because the sun was hot.』
『Perhaps I am the next sinner in this desert after the sun?』
“iced coffee… … .”
『I killed a lot of cacti.』
“ah,”
『I once cursed the cactus, asking why it couldn’t become an oasis.』
“ah… . eww… , ah.”
『To those who had sprouted thorns to protect even a handful of water, I asked them why they hurt the soles of my feet and broke the black thorns. The thorn is just blackened with hardened blood.』
『If you walk on a sandy path, thorny corpses will be strewn about.』
“…….”
『The desert becomes a little more desert.』
“… … no. … … No, Death King. I am…….”
『Tingling.』
『The fox has a sore throat.』
“no! “I did nothing wrong.”
『I ate too much sand.』
『I swallowed too many thorns.』
“… … why… … .”
“but.”
『That was all there was.』
“…….”
“Help me.”
『Someone please, save me.』
『There is nothing here.』
『Not even me, there is nothing.』
“……huh…….”
『The only thing I’m familiar with is how to break thorns.』
『Now, is it even a boast that my feet don’t hurt when I drink cactus?』
『Not shedding blood.』
『It is proof of adulthood.』
『At some point, I found myself becoming adept at this desert.』
“……no.”
『I also got used to drinking water.』
『The trick is not to cut all the cacti.』
『There is no need to pull out all the thorns.』
『One or two strands.』
『Three strands at most.』
『Then, lightly peel off the part where the thorns have disappeared and drink the juice. Just a little. Just a little pleasure.』
『It doesn’t hurt.』
『Not even a cactus dies.』
『No criminals, no corpses.』
“no!”
『I’m just thirsty.』
『The thirst that could never be quenched grew inside me little by little, and before I knew it, it had become the size of a heart.』
『One night I vomited.』
『What the heart poured out was not blood, but sand.』
“I hate you… … .”
『Even things I thought were stars in the night sky.』
『If you look back, the sand is already dead.』
『Sato shining in the sun.』
『This desert and the night sky were only tombs.』
“…….”
『The fox, who had walked through the desert for thousands of years and looked up at the light of a certain star, slowly exhaled.』
“I am,”
I am.
“I hate this world.”
There was poison in his breath.
“It’s free. Bored. No, it doesn’t make sense. why? Why does it have no meaning? Why can you smile? What’s fun? There isn’t any. It’s not enough. Actually, everything is not enough. Why are you here? Why are you still there? how. “In this world where there is absolutely nothing,”
Why do I have nothing?
“… … Confucius.”
[■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■.]
Whoops.
[■■■■ ■■ ■■■ demonstrates this skill.]
“Confucius, will you make me happy?”
Suddenly.
An oasis spreads out at the fox’s feet.
“Is that so?”
Desert mirror.
The undamaged white sand beach turns white and wet with water.
Every time a wave hits, the grains of sand rustle slightly.
“…….”
I didn’t answer the fox right away.
Walking in the middle of the oasis, wading through shallow water.
Crossing water that only submerged my ankles.
I went behind the fox’s back.
“yes.”
I grabbed the fox’s shoulder.
“You can drink me.”
I put a little pressure on my hand.
The fox, whose shoulders were grabbed from behind, naturally lowered his head.
Water surface.
“If you wake up today and take a sip, I will fetch that much water while you were asleep. One day, another day. Until one day I become dry.”
A fox is reflected in a mirror of water so transparent that it seems as if it will shatter if touched.
The fox’s face is reflected.
Even the fur that sparkles like gold.
Even the eyes have turned gray.
■Even.
“so.”
I held the fox’s back, supported its shoulders, and whispered in its ear.
“Please tell me your name.”
“…….”
“Please let me see you. your face. Please tell me the face you want me to see and the name you want me to pronounce. Please decide. then.”
As long as you want.
“It’s okay to live by drinking from me.”
Pop.
■ falls from the fox’s face.
Black rust was flowing.
“… … I tricked you… … .”
The area where the rust had fallen turned black.
Oasis has become a little murky that much.
However, the water was still very clear, so it swallowed up the rust that the fox shed and made the fox’s face appear transparent.
okay.
thank god.
“I brainwashed you. I tore my memories apart. I tore up the voice that came to you and swatted away every hand that touched you. And yet, me.”
“I told you. “It’s okay.”
I stroked the fox cub’s head.
“My daughter is the devil who killed me hundreds of times.”
I was able to stroke it without any lies.
“My son is a warrior who challenges me to a duel whenever he is bored.”
I was also fortunate to be able to do that.
“My lover stabbed me in the heart with a knife and killed me.”
“…….”
“Brainwashing? Memory manipulation? “I’m sorry, but I’m nothing like you.”
I laughed.
“I don’t hate anyone for harming me.”
“…….”
There was silence between us.
Eventually, the fox opened his mouth.
“But the person who tells you to stay… … .”
“Can we talk about that later? It’s better if you don’t do it at all. Uh, anyway, I’d like you to tell me your name.”
There was silence again.
However, the direction of silence was different.
“… … My name is… … .”
I closed my mouth to wait for an answer, and the fox bit his lip because he didn’t know how to respond. The young fox, who now had golden fur and gray eyes, breathed slowly.
“■■■■ ■■ ■■■….”
The fox’s lips, reflected in the water, moved slightly.
“Only you.”
maybe.
The fox seemed to be worried about the pronunciation of the seven syllables that he could decide on.
The young fox thought about the seven spaces the world had allowed him.
I suddenly looked down at my own gray colored eyes.
“…….”
The fox nodded.
“huh.”
Tick.
The rust finally peeled off the fox’s beautiful face.
With a face that has lost ink, a voice that has lost thorns, and a heart that has lost sand.
“Just for you,”
The desert child said.
“I am a music box just for you.”
And so it happened.
[The music box demonstrates its skills just for you.]
The desert collapsed.
Just like an hourglass turned upside down.
The sand that formed the infinite horizon continued to collapse and disappear, down, down.
“I will sing for Death King.”
[The skill works.]
“As long as you do it for me, I will just sing according to the intaglio engraved by Death King. It becomes an instrument that no one but Confucius can play. “I will remain as an instrument that only remembers one piece of music.”
Grumbling.
The golden fur sank.
“so.”
“yes.”
I held the fox’s paw.
“From now on, you are the only constellation I serve.”
The child who will become my god.
[Congratulations.]
[‘The music box just for you’ is your constellation.]
[You are the only believer in ‘Music Box Just for You.’]
In a desert oasis of about 5 pyeong (approximately 5 pyeong).
I made a deal with one gray fox.
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