"This place..."
That's crazy. Why am I here?
to this world of spirit.
No way the Guardian is back...
"... I am"
Voices conveyed to the heart. I heard him speak to my self-consciousness immediately without hearing me through. It was as if I was listening to my own heart.
I turned around in my consciousness.
"... I am"
It wasn't Nord who was there. It's the other me - "Reggie" - torn apart by Serna's death.
This is the world you and I share, Reggie. Is the approximation because it's almost the same place as when I met Nord?
'Reggie' seemed confused about something. Words don't come out well. That's how it looked.
So I spoke with my heart to make it easier for him to talk.
"Is there something you want to tell me?
"... no"
You came out with nothing you wanted to tell me?
... No, it's not.
No, I want to tell him that.
"What's not there? Tell me. Because I don't know."
"... I don't have anything."
Is that about memory?
I got distracted before I asked. It's supposed to be my world, too, but it doesn't even reflect my will. This is the first time a willingness to communicate has been created.
So if 'Reggie' turns that way, this place disappears. Me too, I can't stop.
Damn, you couldn't have listened to me again...
I let my consciousness fall into darkness again, as if to lose my mind.
I felt the heat of direct sunlight slipping through some of the collapsed ceilings on my face and I jumped up. Dry throat as if your body claims to pump water fast.
Once you wake up, even if you don't like your condition. After all, I was not dying.
"I see. The minimum condition is sleep."
The other condition is, "Reggie" will. In the end, you mean you can't approach the other side from here...
For once, I want to talk slowly. What 'Reggie' thinks and suffers. I'm the only one who can ease that up a little bit. Only you can save yourself.
But now I have no idea what to do. A little more, I might know something if I could talk to you, but all I know now is what 'Reggie' has been telling me.
"Nothing, you know... what are you thinking"
There is no superficial comprehension of the thoughts contained therein. But I really don't understand.
I'm sure when I figure that out, I'll be able to accept the other me. I think so.
But when you think about it again, it's a very strange situation. So to speak, it's part of me that reacted to the memory Nord showed me, and 'Reggie' seems to shape a different personality than I do, like a double personality.
One of these days, if I do a kushami, I'll replace it...
Though I thought such a foolish thing, when I was briefly ready, I went back to the room where the Guardian was. After a slightly dim passage, look at the large mannequin sculpture and make sure nothing has changed from yesterday.
"Don't you have a playback function? Thank you, but I'm so sorry."
I would have liked to have seen it if it had a playback function. That's just how ancient people couldn't make it that far either...
The unfortunate Guardian left it there, and I stood in front of the door leading to the back.
And while alert, he touched the stone door and pressed with good force. A heavy stone door opened to both sides as the friction sounded zuzzled.
"That's dark..."
It was dark at the end of the door. From here on out, the ruins seem to be completely blocking the sun's rays.
Even in the dark my eyes work. I stepped into it without feeling anything in particular. At that moment, light was born as if it had reacted to it. The light emitted was "something" provided on both walls of the aisle at the end of the door. It is not a demonic stone. But it was much more gentle than the light of the demon stone. It also emitted a strong light.
It was the presence of the bulb that immediately floated. But I also immediately deny it. Because I felt faint magic in that "something".
Demonic stones also contain magic. But that's a lot compared to this "something". Demon Stone in the first place is a crystal of magic that can be called the nucleus of demons. Demon stones, so to speak, are demons dedicated to demons.
Therefore, the stronger you are, the greater the amount of magic you have built into it, and the greater it is. Made with that magic is what is called Demon Stone Light and other magic tools.
There are many kinds of magic tools. There are many different uses, such as carving a technique for turning magic into another energy directly into a demonic stone, such as demonic stone light, or embedding demonic stone into something like a magic bike and using it as a driving force.
"The Power of Gold" is the former, by the way. That is a treasure for those who cannot use magic, but it has a value. No one would use it that way.
Such a wide variety of magic tools use plenty of magic embedded in demonic stones. But this "something" uses magic as if it were running current, and it looks like it uses its action.
I've never seen such technology. This is a realm where technology is impossible today. Because the direction you're aiming for is different.
If what ancient people aspired to is the efficient use of magic, what modern devils aspire to is inefficient magic itself. The techs are competing for how close they can get to magic.
In other words, it's a relationship that resembles magically efficient skills and inefficient magic.
Both would have advantages. But as far as I'm concerned, it's a better idea than ancient times. Perhaps that is the idea of a Japanese neighbor who has developed efficiently with limited resources.
"Oh, well."
I thought about it so much, I realized my mistake. In the first place, wasn't there a demon stone in ancient times?
Because the evil gods were born, and the ancient people must have met the demon for the first time there.
In other words, no demonic stone existed when this ruin was created.
That's why technology was developing that didn't use demon stones.
"I see. Think about it, don't bother without the evil gods"
The existence of a demonic stone is indispensable in today's world. In other words, it doesn't mean that the Evil God should be resurrected or defeated.
"Well, yes, you won't be resurrected..."
God's sealing it. I'll have one too... No, wait a minute.
Surely the genius in that footage didn't say this?
That even one crystal of the Evil God could take over people. I mean, if even one crystal of evil gods were in the hands of the demons, they wouldn't be resurrected... No, that's crazy. The Evil God crystal I have is what the Demon King originally had.
Yet the Evil God has not been resurrected. Couldn't you take over? Or is there another reason...
"... can't you even think about it?"
Regrettably, I'm not that genius bastard. It's not that easy to answer.
I got back on my mind and reopened my investigation. I proceeded with vigilance in the trap down the aisle, which became bright and foreseeable.
And when I went through the main road aisle, I went out to the big room again. There, there was no Guardian figure, instead multiple doors were on the front wall.
"Is this it? Is one of them a pattern of correct answers?
I remembered the manga and lanobe developments I read in Japan, and I considered that.
If this is the case, we need to look for tips first. I don't know which one is right.
That's what I think, staring into the room. I paid particular attention to blemishes, such as whether there was anything written on the door.
But none of this seems to make a difference in shape or shape. In addition, there are no hint-like objects.
"No hint. You're willing to repel me."
It seems quite difficult to investigate the ruins. Amateurs like me have no idea where tips are hidden, etc.
Do I have to hit the smudge?
I boosted my whole body's magic and laid my hands on one of the doors. And when you never push the stone door of your will...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
What a bummer.
Don't be frightened! I don't feel good, being hugged by a skeleton.
"What way do you die, you're gonna hug me the moment I open the door..."
When I gently laid the Buddha to the ground, I saw the room. There are no signs of any particular dispute. The Buddha doesn't even have a sword stabbed at him.
I wonder what kind of way you really died...
"What is this? Map?"
I took the old sheep paper. There was a map of the building that looked like some kind of blueprint.
"Is this a blueprint for the ruins? I wonder if this strange way of dying created this ruin."
Alone?
No, I don't think so. There are plenty of other rooms. Shall we take a look at something else?
Let me borrow this map. Convenient.
I was wondering if I would bury this Buddha a moment before I left the room, but I remembered that some people were studying mummies in Japan and decided to leave them there.
Nannon. Nannon.
I opened the door to a different room. I don't want to be hugged again, so take a step back.
But now there was nothing like a skeleton falling down. However, the Buddha's figure was firmly on the chair...
"There doesn't seem to be anything in this room. Sounds like you've been living here."
That wasn't the only room left with such a sense of life. The other rooms were the same again, with skeletons and life marks again. However, the number of doors where things like this are not open without anything is gradually decreasing.
When I started wondering if there was anything left, I found one book.
That was too old and run-down, but there were a few pages left to read. Besides, it was the same letters we use. I mean, I don't even need to decipher it. I can read it as it is.
I looked through the booklet in anticipation of what was written.
○ Month □ Day
A monster appeared. all over the world. Terribly strong. I've never seen those guys before. What's going on...?
○ Month □ Day
I hear a new god has been born. But it looks like he's going to destroy this world. That's why the god gave birth to that monster. The stories I've heard say that all the countries of the continent where that new God was born have already perished. A monster is still born, and it hasn't been that long...
Will that god come to our country someday?
... Is this the story of when the Evil God was born?
○ Month □ Day
An army of demons has arrived. Some of them look like people. But my eyes are red. And as ferocious as demons, I can't talk. That's not a person anymore. It's just like a demon. I ate people... my people. You can't be human.
○ Month □ Day
Half the city disappeared. Luna, whose family and work companion were both dead. No more. This town will perish.
We are destined to be eaten by both of those creatures. No, everything that lives in this world is going to be eaten.
That genius was telling the truth, wasn't it? Several countries have perished.
I'm sure it's even more tragic from here...
○ Month □ Day
God. I'm sure that man is our God.
○ Month □ Day
A weapon created by God swept away demons and demons. Exactly where God works. That one's our god!
Hmm? There's a new god out there, isn't there? Which god?
And did the city help? Good. Good. That's God.
○ Month □ Day
God said. Leaving this city. We decided to follow God, too. All I survived was putting in 100 people, too. There's no point in staying in this city anymore. Above all, we just die alone.
○ Month □ Day
Survivors from all over the world gathered. But as little as I want to say is it true that people have gathered from all over the world? We haven't got a whole bunch of demons and demons here yet, but we'll find them sooner or later. Can we live in this world?
No, can we survive...?
I know this. You mean when the survivors got together to fight evil gods, right?
Was it true that the ruins where Thetera was located were the land abandoned at that time?
○ Month □ Day
I had it with a guy I didn't like today. I don't know, I didn't see it very well. And what does it mean to poke at God? When I get mad at it, I get into a fight with a man, and I lose in front of God.
What the hell is that guy? I don't know what I'm talking about.
○ Month □ Day
The demons are pushing over. The battle for survival begins soon. Our hope is the brave and the gods, then the nasty ones. If those guys hit the evil gods, there's hope.
That genius said so far. What happened from here on out? I turn the page without getting excited.
○ Month □ Day
The battle against the Evil God began. It's like the ocean. Kill me or not, I have no kiri. Can't the brave men still defeat the evil gods?
○ Month □ Day
One more, and one more, and the surviving man dies. Everyone is a mighty man whom he has made a name for in the land, yet the other goes upon it.
It will no longer be a matter of time before we are wiped out.
○ Month □ Day
Not yet... not yet...?
○ Month □ Day
The demon weakened. I can win. The braves did it.
○ Month □ Day
I won. I survived. We beat the Evil God.
We've lost a lot, but now we're happy we survived.
You didn't go into much detail. Hmm? Is it still going on?
○ Month □ Day
I was supposed to make a country out of people who survived. The threat of the demons remains. We have to put our hands together.
The sacrifice was enormous. He was a brave man who defeated the evil god and another nasty one, but that man died, too. I lost friends and family, too. Let's use this life we picked up to rebuild.
○ Month □ Day
There was a guy who came to visit God today. I felt like a brave man, but I guess it's my fault. The brave man died, and most importantly, his hair was white. Someone else.
○ Month □ Day
After meeting a man who looked like a brave man the other day, God was busy starting to make something. Then a while later, I was asked by God.
They want you to leave God's made record footage of everything in the city. I took it on. Those saved by God gathered back to the city.
○ Month □ Day
We noticed. If you leave the recording footage intact in this demon-filled world, then this recording footage made by God will be destroyed.
We made up our mind. When you modify this city to keep God's will.
Wait a minute, huh? Recorded footage? No way these gods...
○ Month □ Day
I finally did it. A fortress to keep God's will.
Created the outer juncture and the Guardian without any extra skill learned by our God.
Now God's will is preserved.
Oh, I knew it... it's probably him. Do I have to see his face again?
I sighed one more time and turned the last page.
○ Month □ Day
We noticed. That we can't go outside either...... I did it, haha!
"It's not funny ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉
What a life-threatening mess! Actually, he's dead. Shh! These guys are real idiots! The meaning of your survival is ⁉;
Such a penetration across my 5,000-year-old moon rang through the ruins.
As much as I wanted to say what those impending documents were in the first half, I went into the last room while collecting the diary I had dropped at the end.
"I knew it."
There was a familiar device there. That's the same device that Seaterra has been protecting for a long time. The difference is that the mysterious supermetal is not used to build the room?
"Are there just any bodies here?"
When I made sure there were no bodies, I stepped in without any particular alarm. That's because I saw the blueprints and found out that this ruin trick was the only one outside and the Guardian.
It wouldn't be set here like a trap or anything. Anyway, they're desperate to keep this recorded footage so they can forget their lives. If the trap hit this recording footage, it must have been unprepared to think about it.
"How do you move this? I think I was fooling around here..."
I relied on Void Memories to touch the recording device about how Sheetera was. I discovered something that looked like a button to move immediately, but I have no idea what to press.
Leave the instructions. You don't want to show it.
While I leaked such stupidity in my mind, I tried to push the button appropriately for now. Five blank fields were then displayed. Whatever you think, this is a password.
I don't really want to show it...
What did you put it for, you idiot?
I gave up on being more than that. If you press a weird button and it explodes, it won't come true. Let me show you the next time I see Seatella. She would know how to operate it.
Even so, what am I going to do with that tornado? I saw the instructions and there is nothing that seems to be a way to disarm it...
No, the idiots would have just gotten out there if they had. I don't know how to disarm it, I'm too dumb...
"Ha... I guess I'll have to go back into the sandstorm after all..."
Now let's wrap it around your mouth with a cloth. It should be somewhat better.
"Chip."
"Hey."
Rose came back safely from the ruins, and when she saw me, she tongued violently. I don't even feel angry when I can make it so easy to understand. I just thought you wanted the castle so badly.
Then I said, 'What about the treasure?' He returned to the city with Rose, who he persistently asked, and immediately gave a report to Lady Lamb.
"It's early. My eyes haven't gone crazy yet."
"Come on. At least that ruin doesn't seem easy to investigate."
I handed Lam the blueprint for that ruin I took home from the ruins. There is written a tornado that covers the ruins plainly. And a generator is depicted in the area buried in the sand beneath it.
"What is this?
"The ruins blueprint. Thank you. Looks like the tornado is protecting us. Rose and the others put it in, probably because something went wrong with that device. Now it's back to normal and turned into a ruin of impenetrability."
"You say that a lot. The fact that you got this must have broken the sandstorm line, right?
"Well..."
I thought I was going to die...
"So what about the Guardian?
"Unless it's probably a playback function, I don't think it's going to work anymore. If I move out, I don't think I need to worry because I think I'm going to be dormant inside the ruins room. In case you break your eyes, you'll be fine."
"Right. Shall I believe that for now? Was there anything else?
Lam put the blueprint on her desk and put her hands together on it to make her eyes glow. That's the eye of an adventurer. Curiosity about such things seems to be alive and well even in old age.
"Behind it, there was a living space for the people who built that ruin. There was this diary in there. I wouldn't recommend looking at the last page."
I handed over the diary. I've already refrained from the content, and I don't need it. I've modeled the map for once, but I might not have needed either. Well, for once, for once.
"People care when they say that. I'll read it later. Anything else?
"There was recorded footage, but I'll take this. You can't see it if you give it to the Lamb women anyway. I had a password."
"Password? What's that?
There seems to be no password in this world. I'm sure I wouldn't even use that word.
Thank you. Too much technology has been developed around Demon Stone, and there's nothing else at all, is there?
"It's the key to a word like a euphemism. So I can't see it unless I know the words that will be its key. But I have a little something on that key. Probably should be able to see. I'll let you know when I visit here again."
"Hmm. Well, let's do it."
Then we talked about the situation inside the site and the request was completed. The only reward was Masters Quest, which was expensive.
That's how I left the guild, no longer needing to make money. Shake off Rose, who's trying to get at me like that, and I'll finish shopping on the side street of the store.
Luxeria asked for both recovery drugs and weapons and protective equipment. Regardless of the recovery pills, I gave you quite a few weapons and protective equipment. Well, I wonder if there would be no choice if there were 1,500 constituents. It would be about the size of an army in a small country...
And healing pills. It was a blind spot.
Until now, I have Charstena, so the wound has been magically healed, but now it cannot be healed. Inevitably, we must rely on restorative drugs.
I have had a few drinks, but because it was a low-grade potion, the healing was very slow and ineffective. Above all, it only has the effect of increasing natural healing power, so if the scar remains and the bone is broken, it will not be fixed, so it will become weird. So I haven't used it much before, but there will be occasions for future use.
So I thought I'd buy up the finest stuff because I have money, but I didn't keep the finest stuff. People at the store got mad at me for being in such a neighborhood. I had no choice but to buy an intermediate one, and when I bought all the advanced ones just for a certain amount, the store people were dusting like I had returned the palm of my hand.
That's how, after a massive purchase, I was walking around the city at night looking for an inn.
Looking for the sign for the inn and walking appropriately came to the no-man's corner at some point. I tried to turn my heel back that I didn't seem to be here, but that's the first time I've noticed it there.
Someone's watching you...?
Is that Rose? Haven't you given up yet?
I thought that way, I followed my gaze and raised my voice.
"Come on out! I know you're there!
I didn't say Rose because I would be embarrassed if I was wrong. But you were right in this case to act out of my shame like that.
I felt my gaze. It was a man who was ahead of me. The man represented himself as he leaked a low laugh from the shadows.
"............ Cook"
From the man who was about to assimilate into the dark, the signs I had just felt had completely disappeared. The more you look away, the more you're going to lose sight of it...