Episode 362. < The sky gathers screams. (4) >
“The last wave?”
“huh.”
“What does last wave mean?”
She looked at me. She had bright blue eyes. Her eyes were closer to those of a beast than those of a modern person. It was an eye that made no distinction between humans and beasts, and it was an eye that made no distinction between humans and the sea.
I said.
“I can hear all your sounds.”
“…….”
“Everything from the second wave to the five hundred and eighty-first wave. “I can hear what you are saying.”
It meant, ‘I can interpret all the languages of your warriors.’ okay. I could have said that. But I spoke in her voice. I wanted to talk.
It is like a village that was destroyed a long time ago, swept away by a tsunami without even leaving behind ruins, with pronunciations that leave no trace and words that leave no trace. As I reminisced about destruction, I spoke in a voice that only two people in the world could now exchange.
“You don’t have to go looking for a village. You don’t have to go to a big village. I am your last wave, and this is the last village in the world.”
“…….”
She looked at me. There was not even a ripple in the bright blue eyes. Suspicion, suspicion, bewilderment, bewilderment, everyone’s emotions were bound to appear as fingerprints in their eyes. She had no fingerprints in her eyes.
“Are you God?”
“I want to be your god.”
A little distance away, the sound of the ancient staff taking a breath was heard. But she didn’t look away. I also did not avoid her eyes at all.
“Tell me your wish.”
“wish?”
“huh. You can go anywhere. Which town do you want to go to? This is a very big town. All the villages are here. “I will take you wherever you want to go.”
“…….”
She blinked. once. twice. third time. Her eyelids flickered like waves crashing onto a fine beach and then receding again.
“Tell me a spell to trap sound.”
“huh.”
I turned my head.
“Could you please bring me some ink?”
“…….”
The Primordial Staff bit his lip. The greatest wizard in the tower, who was well versed in all magic, had his eyebrows trembling. The person who brought the inkwell on behalf of the wizard was the [Princess Walking in a Mirage].
“here.”
“Thank you.”
“But why ink? “Death King.”
The princess looked up at my face carefully.
“Wouldn’t it be more convenient if I brought you some paper and a pen?”
“Because the pen will be unfamiliar to you. People who have never held something like a pencil have difficulty writing. However, if you use it with your bare hands, you will quickly get used to it. So, it’s easier to just put ink on your fingertips and write on the ground.”
The princess listened to everything I said. She listened slowly, then nodded her head once.
“I know. that’s right.”
One more time.
“I guess so.”
A small voice rang out.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[Death King 2 votes, abstentions 0 votes, Ancient Staff 3 votes.]
I think I heard the sound of waves somewhere.
“What’s this?”
“ink. “It’s black water.”
“it hurts?”
“does not it hurt. “I’ll teach you magic with this.”
I squatted down on the floor. She also flexed her body. Pillars surrounded us and watched in silence. We didn’t pay attention to them, but used the white stone floor as a drawing board for just the two of us.
ㅏ, ㅓ, ㅔ, ㅜ, ㅡ, ㅣ.
“This way you can trap the sound.”
I wrote on the floor. My fingertips turned black. Black strokes were also drawn on the floor. She was looking down clearly at the sight of black waves drawn on the white sea.
“You try it too.”
“huh.”
Her fingertips turned black.
Half a day has passed.
Half a day passed.
A day passed.
Her fingernails were black, her fingers were black, and her palms were black. Strokes were drawn and drawn on her bottom, creating endless black waves in the white sea. The pillars watched us without moving.
The conference hall was spacious. The drawing paper was almost infinite. We changed positions little by little, from a squatting position, widening the black waves one by one.
Fingerprints stood out on each wave of the sea she drew.
Three days passed. Maybe four days. Deep underground, where time is meaningless, only the sea marks growing around us were proof of our time.
If you look closely, ㅏ, ㅓ, ㅔ, ㅜ, ㅡ, ㅣ are all wooden boards. Pieces of the wrecked boat were washed up in the sea and swayed here and there. She was writing letters. with a splash. She was a boat driver who knew the ways of the pitch-black sea, so splash, splash, she rowed with her fingers.
“Do you understand now?”
“huh.”
So I am listening to the sound of the waves.
“know.”
I asked the princess to get a clay tablet. It had not hardened yet and the surface was soft.
“…….”
She blinked when she saw the clay tablet in front of her. That was her nervousness. This was her ‘going somewhere’. Her hometown was submerged in the sea and many villages were submerged, so this was the island she went to find.
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A small island is in front of you.
She rowed.
『I love the sea.』
The waves hit.
『We love the sea.』
A wave hit.
『Because the waves shed tears.』
Fingerprint.
『We shed tears too.』
slowly.
『Still, I love the sea.』
Blue eyes looked up at me.
“Am I dead?”
I nodded, letting her know that she had now arrived at the island village.
“huh. “Do you want to live?”
“People.”
she said
“I killed a lot of people.”
“I can’t live any longer. A lot of people died. Sorry. “I can’t live any longer.”
She looked at me.
Waves appeared in eyes that resembled the sea.
“thank you.”
I think I heard the sound of waves somewhere.
“thank you.”
[You seek believers.]
[The first wave becomes your believers.]
and.
The waves subsided.
“…….”
There was only black writing left on the floor. The first wave subsided among the pieces of the wrecked ship. Just like the hometown she left, the person who fell into her sea sank and was not seen. She was able to hold her breath in her beloved ocean for the first time.
“…….”
The pillars said nothing.
“… … why.”
Only after a long time, perhaps even a very short time, did the ancient staff open its lips and let out a voice through its gritted teeth.
“Why didn’t they assign me to the heaven floor?”
“I don’t assign. I was just told where I wanted to go. Heaven is a place I want to go. “The waves went to the island they wanted to go to.”
I held the clay tablet with both hands.
I held the place that had become someone’s small island in my arms.
And covered with aura. Before my water overflows and wets the fine beaches of the island village.
I hope people don’t burn people.
If I were a fire, it would be a fire that only burns human voices.
“So, it’s done.”
“…….”
The Primordial Staff bit his lip.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[Death King 2 votes, 1 abstention, 2 Ancient Staff votes.]
There was still a lot of noise.
Hundreds.
The noises brought in by the wizard were filling the vast conference hall.
I gave myself to each and every one of those people who were still making noise.
Noises bit my life.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[Death King 2 votes, 2 abstentions, 1 Ancient Staff vote.]
They cut off my life, and I cut off theirs, bringing their lives here as they did the first wave.
And talked.
“W, where is this place? “Where on earth am I?”
Someone was embarrassed.
He was a merchant who made a living selling fur all his life.
While on a trade route, he was attacked by a nomadic tribe and died. The merchant felt unfair. He was willing to pay for his life. Even if he took his own life, he was of little help to the nomadic tribe. But the idiots didn’t even know this simple principle.
Why a sword and not money? Why not deal with yourself?
Why is the world so cruel?
“… … “Who are you?”
Someone was wary.
He was a Holy Knight who had been on the battlefield all his life.
He died hoping that God would appear until the end. The knight screamed. If there is a God in the world, he will descend in the most cruel and unfortunate places. The knight visited only the most cruel and unfortunate battlefields. If God does not appear, we will go to an even more miserable place, but if he does not appear, we will go to an even more miserable place, and we will go to the hell of hell, believing that God will appear someday.
Is it still not enough? Is it still too cruel for God to reach out?
Why can’t the world be saved?
“I don’t want to die! please… … . Help me. “I can’t die yet!”
Someone pleaded.
Many people did.
This was the case with the person who died of starvation during a drought, the same with the person who suffocated due to a fire burning, and the year after the famine occurred, the villagers swapped children and ate human flesh, which led to the village being burned down that day by a villager’s axe. This was the case with the person who was filmed, and the person who was suddenly strangled when he opened his eyes and saw an adult next door looking down at him.
why,
And the people silenced their voices.
Why is the world the way it is?
“are you okay.”
I said that to anyone who had an island they wanted to go to.
“If you want to abandon the world, it’s okay to abandon it.”
It was really good.
“You can go to another world that you won’t abandon.”
I asked. To them, directly.
“Where do you want to go?”
The merchant wanted to go to Geumcheon. He wanted to breathe in a golden, self-evident world. The merchant did not want to live a life where rationality suffocates under the foolish blade.
The knight wanted to go to Yin Heaven. He thought that if everything sang, from a handful of wheat to a bushel of leaves, then there was God in everything. He cried as he said he wanted to laugh in a world where there was a God even if he didn’t have to look for it.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[Death King’s 3 votes, abstention’s 1 vote, Ancient Staff’s 1 vote, etc.]
As a final step.
[Activates the skill.]
I shared my gold with them.
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[Skull of the phalanx dragon]
Rank: SSS+
Effect: Stores the memories of the living. Stored memories are placed in ‘boxes’. This box can only be destroyed by someone who possesses the skill.
As long as the box is not destroyed, you can produce a character’s body carrying the same memories over and over again. The body moves around the world, building new memories, and can ‘update’ these experiences back into the box. Of course, if you allow it!
Even if the character’s body is destroyed, the box will not take any damage. Give the privilege of immortality to those around you.
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That’s how I brought back the hundred ghosts.
Just like when he breathed life into Sylvia Evanail, Esther, Samagun, Macheon’s children, and Yoo Suha.
[The box of the phalanx dragon is activated.]
[The box of the phalanx dragon has been completed.]
I provided a body for the noises that became my white ghosts.
“You have now chosen the world you will live in.”
The returner’s wind-up clock.
I lived their trauma and reaped their memories.
One hundred return reincarnation.
I gathered their memories and called them back.
The skull of a phalanx dinosaur.
I gave them my memories and my body if they wanted it.
“I came to live in this world because you wanted to live in it.”
The conference hall was quiet.
There was no more growling noise.
Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of breaths, looked at me.
I looked around and looked at the people looking at me, and said,
“Please live in a world you can like.”
“…….”
“If you want to throw it away, please tell me. I will listen. If you want to go somewhere, please let me know. I will listen. But now everything you choose, every word, every contempt and every love is yours. Give me life. Take responsibility for what you like. Then, I will take responsibility for the inevitable deaths.”
I said.
“Good luck to you.”
White light surrounded them.
Everyone left for the island they wanted to go to.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[4 votes from Death King, 1 abstention, 0 votes from the Ancient Staff.]
The conference hall became quiet.
“…….”
The ancient staff lowered its head. He did not lift his bowed head. The pillars just quietly, without saying a word, turned their gaze to their master.
Step by step.
Topju stood up and walked towards me.
“Mr. Kim Gongja.”
Tapju took my left hand and stroked the back of it.
“Death King.”
“yes.”
“You will gain power. You will be able to bestow blessings. “No one can deny it, it will become a complete constellation.”
Purple eyes looked up at me.
“From this moment on, you will only be called [Sky Gathering Screams].”
A voice was heard.
[Notice of majority voting status.]
[Death King 5 votes, abstentions 0 votes, Ancient Staff 0 votes.]
[‘The master of all life’ blesses the ‘sky that gathers screams’.]
From now on, that was my name.
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