Episode 361 < The sky gathers screams. (3) >
4.
The last sight I saw before the world turned pitch black was the [Ancient Staff] with its mouth open in shock.
The wizard probably shouted something.
“—, ——-!?”
However, he could not even recognize the sound the wizard shouted. My neck had already been bitten off by Noise, and no Aurors had been mobilized to postpone my death. Death was fast. It was slow.
[You are reliving the trauma of the enemy who killed you.]
The speed of my head could not keep up with the speed of the changing scenery in an instant. Something was mixed up in the rhythm of fast and slow. water and oil. White and black.
And if I may say so, soul to soul.
Like a piece of snow that fell on a furnace, my dead spirit melted gently into my dead body.
[You are reliving the trauma of the enemy who killed you.]
She was a fisherman born a long time ago. Therefore, I was a fisherman born a long time ago. In the tautology, she was me, and I was her.
Like when I became Raviel. Just like when he became Master.
In the midst of the trauma of the human path, she-I stared at the wine-colored sea.
『The waves are crying.』
The waves were rough. I felt a harsh smell.
As a fisherman, she knew that water had a smell.
On days when the sun was calm, the water was clear. But when the waves rolled in from afar, sweat flowed from the water. It was salty. When you smell the saliva, there is a whirlpool in the shoal. It was a bad smell.
And now, the waves were shedding tears.
『You must avoid it. The waves are crying.』
She just followed her instinct and mumbled.
It was a time when humans had not yet escaped from the womb of beasts.
It is said that in the wide desert to the south, there is a golden temple as high as a mountain. The people who lived there were all shamans and magicians, and they were able to trap all human voices into strange pictures.
I learned that the Golden Temple was a building resembling a ‘pyramid’ and that its magic was ‘character’. She didn’t know. In an era where only a very small number of humans enjoyed the blessing of letters, a woman was sailing and catching fish.
『Hurry up and avoid… … .』
Kururururur-!
The woman turned her stomach and looked behind her. A volcano was erupting in the distance. Hot lava gurgled from the top of the mountain. Dark clouds. thunderbolt. Muddy rain. The volcano roared as if it was threatening to end the world.
『…….』
The woman instinctively steered the boat slowly. I only turned the boat to a place where I could smell the tears of the waves lightly. It took more than half a day for me to return to my hometown, my hometown, the seaside village, which I would have been able to get to right away.
The village was gone.
『…….』
Only a few pieces of wood remained on the water. slam-. When the waves hit the cliff, the pieces of wood on the rock swayed gently.
There were no survivors.
She looked up at the sky.
There were clouds. It wasn’t a cloud from the sky. It was a cloud that burped into the ground. The clouds that rose from underground were much darker than those in the sky, and their body odor was much stronger.
The entire sea was crying black.
『… … You must avoid it.』
She drove the boat.
It wasn’t just my hometown that disappeared. Neighboring villages too. Even the neighboring villages. Neighbors’ neighbors’ neighbors’ villages too. Villages that were clinging to the coast like shells, barely clinging to a shred of life, have all disappeared.
『Did you live?』
Every village that disappeared left behind at least one survivor. Just like yourself.
『I lived.』
『The waves are crying. I keep crying.』
Those who survived were those who could smell the waves just like me. I, she, nodded.
“know. I can feel the tears of the waves too.』
『A lot of people died. God was angry. Should we die too?
『You have to avoid it. hurry. We have to avoid it quickly. Follow me.”
“Where?”
『To the biggest village.』
drove the boat
One person became two. Two people grew into three, then four, then five, then sixteen. They were all survivors. Sixteen survivors meant the death of sixteen villages. Only those in those villages who were most familiar with the waves could survive.
『Everyone died.』
There were no survivors in the largest village.
“does not exist. no one. nothing.”
『…….』
She looked back.
Before we knew it, the number of boatmen had grown to thirty.
Every time I crossed a village to the next village and the next village, the language of the survivors changed from mine.
『Where do we go now?』
The first survivor I met sounded exactly like me. I could understand everything.
『Should Wu■ die?』
From the point we crossed six villages, the sounds started to diverge. I couldn’t understand it all. However, there was still no problem mixing sound with sound.
『■This is heavenly punishment■. God’s Wrath■.』
As we passed through the twelve villages, the sounds began to grow strangely. My ears were buzzing. I could understand if I squinted my eyebrows and listened, but it was difficult.
『■■ is crying and ■■ inside■.』
After twenty-four villages, she stopped hearing the sounds. She couldn’t understand it all.
That you can only feel the tears of the waves.
That was the only thing they had in common.
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『…….』
I looked up at the sky.
The world has been dark for dozens of days already.
It was cold. The fishermen cowered. I tried to cover my skin with whatever straws I could find, but my teeth chattered. Bang, even now, someone’s teeth chattered. widely. widely. She and I quietly listened to the sound of teeth.
『You have to avoid it.』
『Huh?』
『Go somewhere.』
It was the Little Ice Age.
The era that provided mankind with comfortable rainwater and waves for thousands of years has come to an end. The volcano merely brought the end a little closer. I knew this by knowledge and she knew this by instinct.
To the south. South along the coast. Following the washed out villages and abandoned ruins, south, south.
『■■■■!』
How many villages did we pass by?
『■■■■ ■■■■! ■■■!』
Before she knew it, there were more than sixty boatmen following her. She finally succeeded in reaching the ‘surviving village’, but she could not hear the cries of the ‘village people’. even alittle.
For some reason, the villagers were holding spears. threw a stone The ‘survivor”s chest was pierced by the spear they threw, and his head was smashed by a rock. with a splash. with a splash. The boat tipped over and the bodies fell.
The man I met in the first village looked this way.
『Must we die?』
A question I always get asked.
And she opened her lips for the first time and answered.
“no.”
A massacre occurred.
The boat driver took up a stone knife and killed the ‘village people’. All of her survivors, including her, were the most accomplished boatmen. Killing people has always been easier than driving a ship.
『What are these people saying?』
After the fight, she called the survivors of the forty-eighth village and asked: He was a fisherman who lived relatively close to here. He should still be able to hear the sounds from here.
『■■… … . ■■■ ■■ ■■■…!』
『It seems like they are saying that we will be punished by God』
The forty-eighth survivor interpreted. He said he wasn’t accurate either.
『And he called us pirates.』
“pirate? What does pirate mean?』
『I think you’re talking about sea people.』
From that village onwards, the survivors were no longer called ‘fishermen’ but ‘pirates’.
The number of sixty pirates increased to ninety. more. more. more. more. Just as the remains of her wrecked ships gather together and beat against the waves, and as young beasts press against each other’s skin on a cold day, so the survivors of all her doomed sea villages came to her.
『■■ is ■■■.』
『The world has ended.』
The boat driver filtered out the sounds of other boat drivers.
『■■■ ■■』
『Everyone died.』
『■■ also ■■■ ■■■?』
『Should we die too?』
A hundred fishermen looked at her.
And she now knew what answer she should give, what answer she could give, and what answer she wanted to give. It was as self-evident as the smell of the waves.
“no.”
Even in front of two hundred people.
“no.”
Even in front of three hundred people.
“no.”
She answered the same.
『You have to avoid it. Follow me.”
Five hundred ships followed her.
『■■■■!』
Fights broke out everywhere we went. I didn’t know why I had to fight. However, it was clear what could be gained by fighting. Grain was hidden in the ‘village that was not destroyed’. There were clothes. There was a sharp stone knife.
There was no reason to refuse to fight.
『■■■! ■■. ■■■ ■■■■…!』
To the south. South along the coast. Sweeping the village and abandoning the ruins, heading south. To the south.
『■■■■■■!』
The world was cold.
The world was dark.
Just like a white seashell clinging to a sea cliff, it barely held on to its life with its claws, and while it clung here, the world did not end.
『■■■……』
Clap.
She swung her sword under the burning ‘big village’.
『■■■■……』
『■■, ■■■ ■■■■■…!』
『■■ ■ ■■■■……』
The ‘big village people’ shed tears.
Looking around the corpses and looking at the ‘big villager’ who was not yet a corpse but would soon become one, she suddenly said.
『What are these people saying?』
『…….』
She called the survivors of the twelfth village. The twelfth survivor called the thirty-second survivor. The thirty-second becomes the fifty-first, the fifty-first represents the hundredth, the hundredth represents the one hundred and seventieth, and the one hundred and seventieth represents the two hundred and fifty-second.
『Why do you want to listen to what these people say?』
Finally, the five hundred and eighty-first person asked. In order to exchange one question and one answer with the five hundred and eighty-first, dozens of interpretations were needed. Dozens of people chattered.
Like a wave.
Like waves, like waves, like waves. Overlapping each other dozens of times, the fishermen whispered to each other.
『These ‘big villagers’ are witch doctors.』
She also whispered.
『They know the magic of trapping sound.』
She picked up the clay tablet and showed it to the fishermen. There was a picture. She didn’t know how to read or write.
But magic is like that.
『With their magic, we too can leave a sound.』
『Why do we want to leave our voice behind? A wave is only a wave when it hits. The sound disappears. That is the work of the waves, and we follow the work of the waves.』
『This is the ‘somewhere’ we can escape to.』
She pointed to the clay tablet. One by one, they spoke while making eye contact with the fisherman. I wanted them to look at this place, this place.
『You have to avoid it. Go here. This is where I told you to follow. I’m here. we came tell me.”
『… … .』
『What are these people saying?』
The waves stopped.
“I do not know.”
The five hundred and eighty-first wave spoke.
“I do not know.”
『… … .』
『I don’t know what they are saying.』
The two hundred and fifty-second wave then said they did not know. The 170th wave, the 100th wave, the 51st wave, the 32nd wave, and the 12th wave quietly said they did not know. As the waves swept away, he made a sound.
“Nobody knows.”
The waves came to her feet and splashed one last time.
『… … .』
And the sound of the waves disappeared.
『… … .』
Just the waves were shedding tears.
『… … .』
I could feel the smell of tears. Very close. And she knew why the smell never stopped. Maybe she knew it would be like this.
She threw the clay tablet towards the burning fire.
『Where should we go now?』
“Sorry.”
“Tap,” he said.
『Lee■. Where should I go?』
“Sorry.”
The fire burned.
『■■ Where ■■ are you going?』
“Sorry.”
Suddenly, the fire ignited. widely. widely.
『■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■?』
“Sorry.”
quietly.
[Trauma implementation completed.]
[Confirm that the subject’s ego is maintained.]
[End penalty.]
5.
I think I heard the sound of waves somewhere.
“You—–, what on earth are you thinking!?”
I stood up hesitantly.
“…….”
The procedure to go back 24 hours did not work.
This is the first basement floor. Did you say that the flow of time is different from other layers? Or did the pillars, the managers, arbitrarily put the brakes on skills? Since the fox is no longer by my side, does my timeline no longer have absolute priority?
It doesn’t matter either way.
-Grumbling…
There is noise before my eyes.
There was a life that had become noise.
Something that can no longer make any sound, only growls. What was. Clap! It was chained and was flailing around as if it was going to jump at me at any moment.
“So, using trauma, you can live the life of a dead person? So, you’re saying you can make a more accurate decision than me, who can only watch? Is that your answer? under.”
I drew my sword.
“okay. Maybe so. But didn’t you insist that we should ask the soul directly? Even if you see the trauma, no matter how close you get to it, it’s not the soul speaking directly—-.”
And, I cut through the noise.
“—–what?”
The wizard opened his mouth and there was no time to stop him. My sword cut through the noise. Noise wasn’t even screaming, and maybe she was already screaming, so she was lightly cut.
The noise disappeared like ashes.
“you. What are you going to do now… … .”
Card open.
[Activates the skill.]
That’s the gold I found early on.
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[Rebirth of a hundred ghosts]
Rank: SSS
Effect: Summons those you have killed. The dead do not inherit their abilities from life. However, if you wish, the lion retains its memories and appearance from when it was alive. If you don’t want it, it will just be summoned as a monster.
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I have lived a life of noise.
By doing so, the [coordinates] of the noise were identified.
I cut down the scream that had become noise. that
With this, it became possible to [summon] noise.
therefore.
[Hundred Returns Reincarnation is activated.]
All conditions were met.
The ash disappeared in the air, and came back from the bottom as pitch black lye. The black water gradually took shape.
Eyes I know, faces I know.
With a gesture that was once me.
“…….”
A person with blue eyes resembling the sea blinked and looked at me.
There was silence everywhere.
The Ancient Staff was looking this way with its mouth closed. The other pillars also did not speak.
At this moment, the only ones allowed to speak were me and her.
“…….”
She opened her mouth.
“Who are you?”
Somewhere.
I think I heard the sound of waves.
“hi.”
I said.
It was not the language I learned for the first time in my life, not the language that the tower automatically translated, but the sounds I had learned through living her life and through her ears and mouth. Rough and rough. Preserving the scent of the sea. For a brief moment, it came from the distant sea, crashed into the cliff, and disappeared into white. With the sound of waves.
I could say her name.
“First wave.”
And, what might become of her?
“I am your last wave.”
I will be somewhere for you.
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