Count Scribe's Tutor

Where the first disaster was a nest.

When the group's face hardens with this shocking fact.

Rodenhark replies with a wedge.

[Positive. This is the lair of the last dragon.]

A dragon's nest that has existed since ancient times.

Called Lair collectively, it was different in shape and location for each type of dragon. In the case of non-dragons, they nest in the canyon, and in the depths of the deep sea, they tend to place volcanoes as their strongholds.

[And black dragons prefer a place full of darkness.]

So they made a nest deep in the earth.

Once the Dragon Nest is complete, it absorbs the surrounding life force like a living creature and delivers it to the dragon. In this explanation, the group realizes why the area has turned into a wasteland.

Now I feel like one puzzle at a time.

Soon, a question came to my mind.

"So what does the fifth author of Erc have to do with anything? ’

If it were not so, there was no reason to leave a record in a place like this.

When I was thinking about it, there was a sudden stroke of my brain.

‘Ah! By the way... ’

When I arrived at the edge of the Eastern Desert.

It reminds me of Sermer's entry into the world waters. At that time, there was a notebook left by Lara Hamilton, the author of the second book in the world.

The first catastrophe, the nest of all dead Erc.

The second disaster, the inside of the world's water, Sermer.

They had two things in common:

One is that the authors of the previous round wrote a record. And the other was the source of the disaster.

With this postponement, a hypothesis was made.

Is it possible that there is no repetition in the source of the disaster? ’

It was an instantaneous guess, but plausible.

As I continued my thought, I suddenly heard the voice of practice.

“I see. Now I understand what he said. ”

Although it is just a soulless body, it is a nest that has been inhabited for a long time. Perhaps that's why the body responded.

Not long after that.

The group takes another step back, resolving all questions.

It was because I heard that Hannah had to travel all the way to the place where the ark was found. After that, the group moves diligently. And I finally arrived at my destination.

“There. I found a crate there. ”

A small room. Irina points to the center of the room.

Then that means there is a fork in the road ahead. Ferda moves forward without hesitation. Shortly after, three stone gates appeared, really with three forks in the road.

Immediately approaching the stone gate, the text began to engrave.

Text that can only be read by itself. It was Korean.

Verify your qualifications.

Record Viewing Presence. Only he can open this door.

I didn't have to ask who I was talking to.

Ferda kneels. She then looks at Radina and talks nonsense.

“Ladina, can I ask you a favor? ”

[whoosh? What is it?]

“Could you knock on that door and come over? ”

Radina tilts her head as she points at the stone gate.

[Who's in there?]

“I think so. ”

[Knock, knock.]

Radina nods happily.

Immediately, I arrived at the door with a cute footstep. Later, Radina knocks with her blunt hands and greets with a clear voice.

Hi, I'm Radina. You want to go in?]

Check your credentials. Open the door.

A text engraved on the stone gate as if it were a greeting.

After a few moments, the door begins to open with a loud noise.

Kuku ku! Kung!

As the road opened, Irina set out straight.

A new path you haven't experienced in your previous expedition. Is that so? Irina moves cautiously. And shortly after, the group reaches the end of the road.

It was a small room, small enough to hold a dozen people.

However, what was unusual was that the material that made up the room was somewhat unique. It was neither stone nor dirt, and there was strange magic on the walls and floors. There were also lots of unknown characters all around.

Heave-ho!

Then, a part of the wall between the stars moves on its own.

In his appearance, Irina immediately summoned the spirit.

In a certain way, it was a natural reaction. It could have been a trap.

But what appeared to me was a book. It was the same book that had the voice of the author 5 times before.

[Oh, a fairy tale book!]

Meanwhile, Radina's face turned red.

After Ferda's arms, Radina head straight for the book. At that moment, I opened the book with a blunt arm.

Twitch!

A strange feeling of camouflage enveloped the whole body.

I feel like I've felt it somewhere before. When was it? Ferda noticed the identity of the feeling of disgust, just as she was about to fall into mind.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Radina was the first one caught in sight.

Radina remains stiff with the book open. This was not just for Radina. Isha, Gina, and the stone statue were hardened.

As if time had stopped.

“This is · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Same change as when using bookmarks.

Ferda narrows her eyes, noticing the defect. And when I looked at the book that I thought was the cause of this change,

I heard a familiar voice in the book.

Welcome to the first safe haven.

The author of the fifth edition. But it was different from what I heard at the mansion. At that time, if it was a slightly blunt and dry tone, the voice you hear would have a variety of emotions.

It's like having a conversation right in front of you.

There's no need to panic. I just designed this room to look like an undocumented page as soon as a qualified person opened it.

Of course, it wasn't really a conversation.

But there was something about his words that bothered me.

Wait, you designed it like an undocumented page? ’

How can he be just a writer? I questioned Ferda's face. But I didn't have time to worry. He kept talking.

I am the author of the 5th edition, Shard Jurge. Originally, the world was known by various aliases, including designers, professors, and masters. But that's not the point, so let's cut to the chase.

Then his voice sank quietly.

You know, the fifth round of the Savior is different. Maybe in the future it was a meaningless ride, or a piece of trash.

The voice of self-help.

I think I realized it myself.

‘It's worth it. ’

I've been wandering the entire continent by myself. Where is that? I shed a little practical information on the Holy Land, and it put me at risk.

That is why the fifth round was called the worst of all times.

But I chose a different path than the previous authors. As they were building up real stories, I focused on uncovering the fundamental truths of this world.

He gave a little excuse and paused for a moment.

After a while, the book twitches like a living creature. Immediately, I flew slowly up into the air, spreading the page wide.

This is where you ask. Why did you make that choice?

Pages were all blank, looking at Ferda.

Like you're trying to look him in the eye. Soon he was a horse.

My answer is simple. because I was confident that I wouldn't be able to reach the end we wanted.

It was not a very unintelligible decision.

The fourth author prevented the second disaster and soon died on fire in the battle with Cereheim in the Holy Nation. Third, and furthermore, without even revealing what the fourth disaster is.

Given the circumstances, I'm not sure.

Of course, I was able to continue the real story like the other authors. I had the information from the previous authors, too. Maybe he's telling us a little bit more about his invisible future.

If I had, I wouldn't have eaten so much.

It just ends up being treated like the fourth author.

But I couldn't.

Then the decisive answer came back.

And then he said in a stiff tune.

The more it repeats, the more tragedy it will repeat.

As soon as I heard the words, Ferda's face became stiff.

It was because the fifth author realized what he was going to say.

As you know, reality doesn't remember the last time. But I clearly remember. What it looked like, how it ended.

It was not only that.

Ferddo remembered Yoo Baek Hyun, who was the author of the 8th edition. No, the authors of every cycle that ever existed will remember. That's why I've been gripping them and preventing them from repeating themselves.

I knew that, so I couldn't walk the same path as the other authors. I did not want to move as the manager intended. I wanted to reduce the repetition as much as possible. In fact, he was the hero of my Savior, the story I loved the most.

The fifth author confessed with a bold tone.

I haven't told anyone else the truth in a while.

So I made every opportunity I was given a condolence for a better future. To reduce the distance of the tragedy that will be repeated countless times. This time, I'm saving the day.

He was a real piece of work.

I can't believe you sacrificed everything for him. on a topic that was more practical than anyone else.

‘No, maybe it's natural. ’

The authors of the Savior, including themselves, were the only ones who were saved by practice. So the fifth author, too, made this choice. To reach a certain end.

I don't know how many times you've written it.

After a long silence, he opens his mouth again.

He was speechless.

He could be the author of the next chapter, maybe two or three digits. But I think your purpose is the same as mine and the authors of the previous rounds.

My purpose?

There is only one such thing. So I muttered without hesitation.

“Living happily ever after. ”

Leading the realm to a happy ending.

His answer came at the same time.

I smiled surprisingly for the same purpose. Perhaps he would have reacted the same way if he had been here.

Just when the smile on my mouth started to fade.

The page of the book became more and more final, meaning that the record left by the fifth author would end.

You, I ask of the Savior, who knows not his name.

Then he spoke to me again.

So far, so serious.

Use the condolences I left behind to reach the end we hoped for.

Along with that, the last page was fluttered.

Then the book turned to ash, like it had done before. Looking at the scattered ashes of the air, the nazi muttered.

“Yes, leave it to me. ”

I was saved, just like you were.

Ferda clenches her fist tightly.

Kuku!

Then one wall pushes back.

What followed was another wall. Later, from the top corner, a handwritten record began to engrave itself.

It was the condolences left by the author of the fifth book.

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