How I got a job before regression. I think of the day that I became a distant old memory somewhere. Unlike what I expected at first, I remember that there was not much.
Just past the special door hidden in the temple, a white space welcomed me. And there I was evaluated.
I can't see your face, but that's · · ·.
Yes, as if ghosts were bargaining with me and whispering in my ear. They were loud and talkative ghosts.
You're a good match for warriors. Good body. Good for wielding swords. · · ·.
Phew. What are you talking about, Pael? This guy looks like he can handle the axe just fine.
Uh-huh. What the hell are you doing now?
I could recognize them, but I didn't know what they looked like. Only the void that seems to float in the white space touches me.
From the beginning, those who hovered around me, like I was chosen to be a warrior, were fighting with the same story that I had to lift a sword and a spear. They didn't ask me what weapons I was using, but they gave their opinions.
However, rather than being angry at it, their quarrel seemed to be more fun than I thought, so I kept watching them for half a day. Then it was they who panicked.
You're a freak.
Is there a problem with your head?
They would not have expected me to keep an eye on them like this. I couldn't see them anyway, but I could hear the sound, so I could think about where I would be. Around the time they were imagining what they would look like in their head.
Hmm. Yeah. What weapons do you use? In the first place, we had to listen to the party without having to fight, but it was too rude.
For the first time they asked my opinion.
And that's where I said swords, and I was able to acquire the occupational abilities associated with swords. I heard that there are some souls who give off unusual abilities, but I was told that I have a job as an extremely common warrior.
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It was something different from the last time I came to the sanctuary to meet the owner of the Mage.
It was one of the first things that came to mind.
This is definitely a sense that I've already experienced somewhere.
Where was it? I felt my head ache as the extreme cold hovered around me, and I didn't let go of the thong.
And I could only think of it.
‘Colonel, when he broke into his inner world. ’
It was similar to the time when he grabbed the Sword of the Colonel in Webble's Workshop.
The senses of that time and what is now were completely the same. There's no doubt about it. But if there's a slight difference, I was forced to be summoned to this world. I was dragged here regardless of my will.
I could barely open my eyes in the midst of a storm of bitter cold. Exhales deeply and grabs the chest. The air around me was so heavy that my heart would explode.
· · · Root income.
Despite the pain of not knowing the cause, I did not groan with evil. What the hell is going on here? As soon as I moved, the pain seemed to pull out every nail.
And later I could discover.
‘· · · Blood? ’
That my body is bloody right now.
I just grabbed my chest, and the blood came out of my hand. Numerous wounds that had no idea when they were going to look so stupid that they felt like they were contemplating who they belonged to.
This is what tears your whole body apart. The pain was further amplified because of the hangover around me. Still, I endured the pain by exhaling deeply.
But unlike my reason, my body was following my instincts. Breathes and releases rough breaths and vomits soaring blood from the depths of the chest. I threw up the black blood, but I suffocated in the blood that keeps coming up. Is this how you feel about drowning?
In a situation where the senses of the whole body fade and the vision flashes like crazy.
Simply raise your body with one will to look around.
“ · · · · · · · · · · · · ”
I stared at the surrounding sights and the horse gate was blocked. At that moment, I could not even feel the terrible pain of not knowing the reason for the paralysis. The sight before my eyes was filled with red.
· · · Is it war?
I walked forward one step without my knowledge. However, after a few steps, he lowers his head to something that is stepped on his foot. It was a human trunk.
“ · · · · · · ”
But something was wrong. All I see is a human trunk. I don't see any legs or arms that should hang next to my body. At least it was a horrible corpse that I thought was lucky to have a head on it.
What's interesting here is that there were not one or two of these bodies. Of course, not all of the bodies in my eyes were torn limbs and legs, but it was thought to be similar when discussing the centuries of water levels. I feel like I see a scene in a war movie.
Black land that melts like a zigzag of lava flowing along with corpses that burn as black as if they were hit by a cannonball.
"Magic."
To what extent? No matter how small it was, it was caught in flames within and outside a radius of several hundred meters. At least everything in my eyes is covered in flames.
The smell of a man burning in flames pierces his nose and comes in.
Seeing hundreds and thousands of bodies lying on the ground, it was like a nucleus hit. If the strategic nucleus falls out of reality, it's roughly like this.
· · · At that moment there was one memory that came to mind of the word strategic nucleus.
Among the books Song Ga-yeon brought before entering the training camp were the following:
"How to cope with Strategic Class Widespread Massacre Magic"
It was a book that brought together dozens of wizards to explain the magic used in war. It was a book written a long time ago when humans were on the ground.
In fact, it was an interesting book for me that I had once been struck by a strategic-grade WMD spell.
Dozens of wizards gathered in the same way as it was written in the Old Testament, and a tremendous number of players were sliced out at once.
"It's huge."
But it wasn't that level at the time either.
Even the most powerful magic I've ever seen would be impossible to kill at this level. I trembled several times as I watched the sight unfold before my eyes.
I was trembling because I thought there was something more powerful than the magic I had been through.
I want you to say it in a book.
Elves were originally talented with magic. However, because they like to live in harmony with nature, they mainly deal with spirits and put magic behind them, but they began to be hunted by our humans and changed their minds.
"Elves who began to have a strong commitment to human vengeance began to learn from humans in order to become human beings. Analyze the enemies for revenge and replicate them. Human magic was specialized in lethal magic, and elves only studied handy magic that could be used in real life. At least until the war.
"Perhaps one of our greatest human mistakes was that the Elves never predicted that they would study the magic of destruction. In fact, they borrowed only the power of the Spirit from the war, and could not see the magic of killing. But at some point they broke our predictions and developed strategic magic that only humans had.
"Pahelir." That's what they call their strategic, wide-ranging destructive magic. It was thought that the origin of magic must have come from the goddess Pahelir. A goddess of vengeance who burned and killed immortal monsters without dying of vengeance. It was a good name for the elves who began to devote themselves to revenge.
"That's how their strategic, wide-scale destructive magic fahelir was manifested, and human warfare became even more infernal. A huge flame soared to the end of the sky, which could not scale like a small sun, and all the surrounding green mountains were burned and turned black. The lake was completely drained and the path of the river, which had flowed for hundreds of years, completely changed its shape. The day Pahelir first showed up like that. Tens of thousands of humans died at once as the glorious city of gold disappeared.
It was not a very long portrayal, but I felt that the sights expressed in the book and the sights now seen in my eyes were similar to frostbite.
It's just invisible to me. Tens of thousands of human beings have been burned to death.
Perhaps the unlucky man barely survived, but his lungs ripened up in the hot air and died in a long and terrible agony.
I watched as if I were observing a black corpse lying on the floor, and then took a long breath.
I felt popular behind my back. There was a strong resentment that seemed to exude his presence rather than a weak squeaking sound that barely survived.
Turning around, there was a red-haired man watching me, who was as fierce as blood.
The man in my eyes was wearing armor colored with black oxidized blood. It reminded me of how hellish the battlefield he had been through rather than the thought of being damp in blood and scarred in his armor, but miserable to see a man.
A man of accessories. Slightly over 2m tall. Shoulders open flatteringly. A well-trained body. The red eyes of a man who is quietly locked to live are terrifying.
And most importantly · · ·
I had enough strength to get tired of watching.
Ugh, a man who would have found me a long time ago smiles wickedly and then opens his mouth.
“Welcome to hell. Young friend."
Only then did Yoohyun realize that this was a hero's imagination.