Green Skin

It seemed like a friendship. Fighting their swords against each other with all their might. I was just looking at Michael in the fragments of my memory, but I could feel that Michael wasn't in a bad mood.

The war against the undead has long lasted. Michael constantly kills humans, and the corrupt prince constantly fights angels. Every time the white wings were bitten with blood, Michael began to question what he was doing.

“Lord, if you're really here, tell us why we should fight." ”

“Why did you take her? Why did you take my father? What is salvation, Lord? ”

The answer is not heard, and Michael is silent.

An angel pierces a human heart with a spear. Michael continues to watch the scene.

It seemed to me that Michael was tired of long, long fights and trying to think like everyone else.

like Gabriel and the other archangels.

He seemed afraid of criticism and ridicule, and seemed to erase the doubt that was going on in his head.

In that situation,

Many years have passed.

Michael looks tired. No, I'm definitely tired.

The corrupt prince falls asleep after a long struggle. I couldn't find a corrupt prince anywhere on the continent. Humans were the same. There is no life on the ground.

It was perfectly natural, but what they did was not like salvation.

“Where... where is he?" ”

“Who are you looking for? Michael.”

“It's nothing. Seraphim.”

After a little more time, I was unable to maintain the light of salvation that erupted from the center of the temple.

There was nothing left on the ground.

A floating agape falls to the ground.

The wings have lost their light.

The sacred power gradually disappeared and began to transform into a human body.

Of course, they didn't seem interested in any of the reasons.

“God!”

“You have been punished! ”

“You cannot purify the filthy humans and undead! He was punished! ”

“We must be saved. ”

“One more chance... to forgive our sins." Dear God... ”

“We must light up the light of salvation again! ”

That was the last of Agape.

Numerous angels scattered their horns and began to live in the place where humans lived as a home for life. There were no flying people, and everyone lived on the ground. Even the angels had disputes, and no one tried to exercise their right to salvation.

“................. ”

I couldn't, to be exact. After the light from the Sanctuary went out, the angels lost their power.

And then...

[Start the tutorial now. Humans are summoned to a random location. The Safety Zone will be disabled.]

[The goal of the tutorial is to stay alive for 100 days.]

[Character is active.]

[Quest window is active.]

[Quest - Salvation: You were suddenly taken to the wrong place without even knowing why. To the gods you serve. Save the Summoned Humans. (0/10)]

I saw those who thought this might be a second chance. Everyone seems to feel that way. Michael was no different from the others. Where they called the continent, angels came to live a second life like that. The angels weren't the only ones who fell. The Temple of Agape also fell together on the continent, and the fallen angels slowly began to reclaim the light that had been before. in many forms.

Humans wanted to go back. The land they once inhabited, the so-called Earth...

Many people believed that they could return to Earth with a ceremony of salvation.

Of course, there were those who resisted. From the angels' point of view, they were like corrupt princes.

Once again, there was a war.

Michael is silent again.

“Ahhhh!”

“You filthy angels! ”

“You have no rest. ”

In heaven, the radiant daylight poured down, and the earth was covered with blood and warmed. I felt like I had another chance, but nothing changed. The tribe still rejected the others and did not want to acknowledge the other religions and cultures. I was drawn to the light emanating from the strangely closed sanctuary.

“................ ”

“Help... me...”

“I'm sorry, mortal. ”

Finally,

Michael tears his wings apart when he can't even find them in his new home. It would have been impulsive. However, Michael sat on the floor and looked at the sky and was unhappy for some reason.

“God.”

“Do you really exist? ”

“............ ”

“Why do we... why do we have to live like this? What is salvation, Lord? What is the light that illuminates the temple? What do you really want? God."

About this time, Michael continues to mutter. about the questions that you have.

I kept going through my memories. I didn't think I needed to see it. Michael doesn't talk to anyone. It seemed to be burdened with being different from others and a little scared. I have more time to be alone. There were also those who recommended salvation, but Michael did not respond.

And then...

He met me.

It was a little interesting to see myself from the perspective of a third party.

“He will change his kind. ”

Especially seeing his monologue was even more fun.

“I can be trusted. ”

It was also interesting to see myself thinking alone.

“......... ”

It was also fun to look at the man who was smiling quietly.

“Hahaha.”

It was also fun to look at the drunk after drinking.

“Honor...”

It was also fun to watch him stare out the window drinking alone.

“You have a brother. Haha.”

Memories keep pouring down.

The drinking days, the late-night chatter, the betting on brother's land, the drinking with the Goughs, the viewing of Broken Bowl's bowmanship, the talk of honor and brothers, the struggle, and the fragments of memory continue to fall apart.

It was really fun.

Unfortunately, the time spent with us was precious to him. The memories hidden in the deepest part of his life were shining brighter than any kind of memory he had ever felt.

“Bastard. ”

I muttered without my knowledge. It's ridiculous to hide this memory in the sheep, the most precious memory of all. Even the smashing of the cup was a precious memory for him.

It was a precious memory for him to talk with me on his shoulders, to just walk together.

It's really fun.

“............ ”

Increases memory. Big memories pour down over time. I have turned away some of the memories that continue to descend. It was a story I already knew, and it was a little sad to see us from his point of view.

“I trust you. Brother.”

“Trust."

“Please don't hate our kind too much. ”

Michael, who has 12 wings, leaves the temple in the east and looks down at Agape. I blame myself for not catching me before I go.

You can see yourself pouring out your thoughts toward the other angels.

Some nod secretly and some are angry and pointing fingers.

Michael didn't die for nothing.

The moment he saw some of the angels making eye contact, I could see it.

The moment I saw some angels talking to him, I was able to close my eyes quietly.

“We're going the wrong way. ”

“........... ”

“We have to change. ”

“............ ”

“I don't think the light that pours down from the temple really is the will of God. We've already made one mistake. No matter how much we pour out what we all call the light of salvation, the door of the sanctuary does not open. Fight for what? For whom is salvation? ”

“Blasphemy! ”

“Kill that heretic! ”

“................ ”

“It's not heresy! Stupid pigeons! I'm just having second thoughts. I will raise my sword. For the sake of honor, for the atonement for my sins! I will raise the sword. ”

“..............!!! ”

“...............!!! ”

“Minuel... my lovely daughter. Your father's brother will protect you. ”

“................ ”

Memories continue to pour down. What happened in that short time, that short time, continues to shine into view. I can see him fighting meaningless fights, looking for like-minded people, slamming his sword against those who have come for him, leaving his daughter to me, and becoming wounded.

“Catch and kill! ”

“I've known since I tore my wings. Michael, you're contaminated. ”

“It's not me that's contaminated. A light without form. You're the one who's wrong, Gabriel. ”

Continuous combat. Nevertheless, Michael goes on. Slowly make your way to the temple with your whole body full of wounds. Of course, it can be noticed why they are heading towards the temple.

“Don't let them open the Sanctuary! ”

“This is where God sleeps! Michael! Get your filthy hands off me! ”

Shining divine power pours down from every corner. Those who are stopping certainly give me sight. It's not because Michael's appearance of anti-corpses is already threatening.

They agree. A little, but I agree with Michael. What is that sanctuary and why should we undergo a rite of salvation, some angels clearly agreed with Michael's cry and questions.

Michael continues to make his move, with nearly all his wings torn off.

They are trying to open the gates of the great sanctuary and see the reality of what lies within.

The door of the sanctuary opens and light pours down.

At that moment, a flying spear pierces Michael's neck.

Nevertheless, I can clearly see what is inside the sanctuary. It's because my brother, my brother, was holding his mind to the end.

“It was short, but happy. ”

“Ahh…”

“Now I have something... now... I... with you...”

He doesn't even notice the end of his eyes, mumbling to himself and looking inside. I was looking at something that might be God.

“I... trust you. My brother...”

“I trust... you. Brother...”

I could finally see the identity of the voice that had kept coming to me.

“You saw something you shouldn't have seen. Michael... he was a good boy... and he's going to die anyway. Do you have anything left to say? ”

“....... ”

“....... ”

“I... believe... in... God. My brother... woman. A little more time... and then... one more... drink...”

“I don't know what you mean. ”

The memory ends with the sound of Qajik.

My brother's life ended there.

It was never a meaningless life. I don't know if it seemed meaningless to someone, but he died after giving up his will. I closed my eyes after gaining the honor I thought I'd lost. It was only after he gave me everything that I closed my eyes.

‘I trust you. Brother.’

‘I trust you. My brother.'

I don't know how much time has passed. But the voice continues to be heard.

‘I trust you. ’

"I believe, my friend. ’

There is no reason not to answer the persistent sound of voices. I opened my mouth with my eyes wide open.

“I got it, brother. ”

No answer was heard.

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Unlike many of you would expect, it's hard for Hayuri to mate with a blouse. Earth...

They already love their husbands a lot, they already have superstitions, and in many ways, they can't help but blush. I'm so sorry for those of you who were expecting to be beaten by an old angel. Give it to me tomorrow... 'cause I got to get on with Michael!

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