Hermit Wizard

I swallowed dry saliva in tension.

In fact, the best thing I want to know is how to stop the resurrection of the Savior, but I'm reluctant to ask the Savior a question like that.

Hmm, it's a sad thing.

He was talking.

There's a mix of questions I don't have the answers to and questions I shouldn't answer to you.

I have an ominous feeling.

What happens to the dead savior? You don't deserve to know that yet. Once inside, you have to go over the wall. And one step further, you will naturally know when you are in a position to prepare for your final choice.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

At the moment that I interpreted his intentions, I was not able to speak right away, because the first thing he did not answer was to be angry with me.

You're mad at me now, aren't you?

Secondly, because I was embarrassed by the words of the Old Testament who read the inner statue, who did not know whether I felt or thought.

[Beyond the wall? Ready for your final choice?]

Finally, it was because I had no idea where to start.

And one more thing.

[Wait. Over the wall? That's what the guys in the backlog always say.]

Parvasse's telepathy is mixed with panic.

Yeah, that's a familiar expression.

The inhabitants of the White Rock, from the moment they first met me, called themselves the creatures who crossed the wall. They were the dragons who were the saviors of our world, who fought wars and were isolated from humanity.

Could this be a simple coincidence?

Whenever I asked them what they meant so far, I gave no more explanation than that the god called them. Is it true?

“So what does it mean to cross the wall and prepare for your final choice? ”

Hmmm.

In response to my question, the Old Testament took a moment to moak instead of asking questions directly or declining to answer them.

That's a little vague. Wait a minute. I need to get some advice.

What is it?

I was embarrassed, and I felt something vivid coming from the top of the body, which is awfully tall for the Savior of the Silver Rim.

No, I have to fix it. Is that just a word for power? Something like a statue of existence, not magic, not power.

Focusing on that feeling for a moment, I quickly realized what it looked like.

I feel every time I open a channel in my heart, and it resembles what I felt when I crossed the channel into this world.

That's how the energy similar to the presence of the channel converges and returns in a few seconds. The Savior of the Silver Rim looked at me.

As expected, I wasn't the only one who considered you unusual.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

In fact, there's nothing special about physical or horsepower. It's pointless to discuss qualifications even though you haven't crossed the wall yet. On that basis, you are just an ordinary mortal. But!

The Old Testament spread pleasant emotions around me.

Nevertheless, more than a majority of the soothsayers who had just answered my question said to me:

It must have been a few seconds. You mean you've already asked a lot of old people questions and heard answers?

Gulp

The situation in the dimension you belong to. Traces of the old man left in his chest. The specificity that you have seen in contact with me this time. Usefulness demonstrated by the successful disposal of the planter, although it was helpful to me. And above all, your soul.

I feel the gaze of the Old Testament pouring on my body become more intense. I think my blood is hardening because of the tension.

This anomaly was enough for all of us to be of great interest. The conclusion is therefore: You are technically below the standard, but will nevertheless be considered a different individual from all mortals in the future.

I just asked you a question. Why is the introduction so long, so ominous, so heavy? I was even more confused because I didn't know what it meant.

But at that time, the savior threw an unexpected word.

And I decided to remember you.

· · · Yes?

What's your name?

My heart pounds. I don't know why, but suddenly I have this feeling. Now I think this will never bring good results.

“· · · Name? ”

Yes. Now instead of remembering the interesting human with the channel on my chest, I decided to remember you. What's your name? ”

I could not refuse to answer the Old Testament's question.

“Yoon Min-jun. ”

Then the old man twirls his tentacles as if they were absurd.

No, not that name. What's your real name? Your savior left a channel in your body. And you didn't give me a name?

“What do you mean by that? ”

That's ridiculous. If the dragon had planted the seeds like this, he would have tried to find you again someday. As for him, it means that you were no longer one of the ordinary mortals, and he should have given you a name. Hey, Spirit!

I turned my back without even knowing. And the old man's gaze followed me into the backpack.

At the same time as receiving the gaze of his disciple and the gaze of the two-dimensional savior, the spirit moved the body of the possessed toy and completely escaped from the backpack.

Then I crawled up on my shoulder and looked at the old man.

You belong to him, don't you? I think I've seen his psychic body before. What's this man's name?

[· · · still my words will not reach the Old Testament. Min-jun, tell me what I said.]

“· · · · · ”

[I confirmed that Yoon Min Joon has not received a real name yet.]

When he said that, the Savior twisted a tentacle and twisted it. You hit him as a man, Chet. ’And with the feeling of kicking your tongue.

What the hell was that dragon thinking? You planted seeds in your body, but you weren't interested in humans themselves? It can't be.

The oracle of Zillim pondered for a moment, and said to me,

You are nothing but dust to me, unless you are sincere. Interesting, even if you listen to me, it's dust. Hmm, I can't help it. I'll give you a name.

I don't know how things work all of a sudden.

What it means to best implicate you. Let's see, then, a little deeper than before.

And there was a greater wave than any intimidation I had ever felt in front of him.

Let's see your floor.

It is like being dragged into this forest that my whole body is hardened. I heard the gaze of the Old Testament who watches for a point close to my roots.

I was standing there motionless. I felt like my whole body was shattered and everything was losing speed even though it was a short time ago. And · · ·!

What, did you put all this stuff in your heart? Absolute trust? ’

A word of the seemingly doubtful savior. As soon as the words fell, Parvasse vomited a strange notion. By analogy with the voice of a human being, the reaction seems to swallow rather than try to speak.

Before I even reacted, the sharpness of a knife stuck to the essence struck me. Challana is a short flash that seems to be splitting up again even momentarily.

It may have affected you, but this isn't really you.

With those words, something went through my deep bottom.

Toothless!

I heard it crack and rip. It feels like it's been stacked and sealed. A cool breeze blew down one stalk deep in my heart.

Hmm, it's almost there.

But the gaze on Simser did not stop there. Deeper and deeper, the gaze digs.

And · · ·!

Yeah, it looks more obvious. Your soul.

In fact, the Old Testament would have seen my soul from the moment he first faced me.

Until now, it was not just because of his presence that he had difficulty holding his gaze intact. A great power beyond my own perception would have been the fear of piercing through the source of my being.

And his gaze was closer than ever. An overwhelming force of unknown depth swept through the body.

At this time, the feeling of the Savior's upliftment touches my mind.

You look closer and more spectacular. No matter how many wizards you are, you are so high in spirit. Extremely anomalous. You should have crossed the wall by now. But you didn't.

The gaze of the Old Testament, who cared so deeply for my soul, finally fell away again. I took a deep breath with my whole body wet with sweat. He stretches his tentacles toward me and joins his horses.

The spirit has not yet evolved to the next level, even though the gap is high enough? No, you didn't. Are you avoiding it on purpose? Your soul doesn't want to be revealed outside. At least this is how much it hides and hides itself.

And the Savior of Silence said to me,

I found the name that suits you.

The will of the Savior sounded as if to pronounce a sentence.

I, ‘Song of Chaos’, will give you my full name as the one who deserves to prepare for the final choice after two evolutions. From now on, I will call you "The Soul of Seclusion." Until you finish your next evolution and name yourself, this will be your name.

The moment he spoke, I felt like something was engraved on my deep floor.

That's how my real name was determined.

* * *

After naming me, the Old Testament said,

I received a name, but I still don't have enough to get an answer after the Savior's death. Nothing that hasn't crossed the wall has changed. But I can tell you about the birth of the Savior. That's the answer to the last question you asked.

If this is the last question you have, · · ·.

Ugh!

He spills the magic of a single stalk. The flow, which began peacefully, hovered around us and became a huge buzz that could no longer be observed.

Crossing a wall is the first time that its existence crosses the limits of a species. This simply does not stop with the evolution of genes and bodies. It refers to beings whose spiritual turbulence continues to rise and finally breaks the framework and evolves into the next stage. Look at this.

Me and Parvash, and the underground cavity where the Savior was, suddenly disappeared. No, the darkness and shadows, which were precisely full of light and form, instantly covered me.

“Uh-uh! ”

The earth moves away down there. But this time it's not really flying. The Old Testament is now using all the surrounding environments to show me footage somewhere.

The illuminated scene gradually increased in altitude, making it an awkward sky. Below your feet you can see two huge continents covering most of the stars. Then, as if zooming in, a point begins to zoom in. I knew the land was a continent other than where I am now.

Now this is a long time ago, at the level of your consciousness, the unit of time will lose its meaning.

Qaaaaaaaah!

There is another world that is different from the ecosystem I have seen in this world. But looking at the color of the light and the shape of the moon, I could see that this illusion was the dimension of the Savior of the Milky Way.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The beasts before my eyes run, covered in white fur.

I think I'm hunting. An animal that looks like a tiger on Earth. The Savior looked at it with me and said,

That was a species called the Kraset. They flourished long before Del became a civilization in this world.

At the forefront, one of the biggest ones roars, revealing his fangs. Unlike other individuals, its eyes felt dizzy.

What the Krassets were after was a giant reptile that would be a few dozen times their size. The leading Kraset aims for the horn of the glance. I wondered if white light would gather around him, and dozens of flashes spread out. It struck the neck of a giant reptile in front of the eyes!

Pueing!

Sharp sonic waves spreading in the atmosphere. The rays pass and the throat falls out. The massive body loses its power and tilts.

Quong!

A short earthquake passes over the earth.

The Krasets who built the herd and followed him gather. Surrounding the reptile's corpse, he began to bite heavily. However, the eldest son, who was completely exhausted, turned his head and looked at the people's meal quietly and seemed interested in cooling down.

We need to move the point a little further back.

Time passes with the words of the Savior. Similar scenes are repeated The Kraset, which appears to be the leader of the pack, grows bigger and bigger. The power of light emanating from the horn has also become stronger as the hunt continues.

That chief Krasett used is actually a kind of magic.

“Yes? But at first glance, there doesn't seem to be enough civilization to theorize magic. ”

I could not find anything in the appearance of the Krasets as a civilized race. That's the beasts.

Magic is not possible only if civilizations develop and theories are established. Don't you have a wizard who has never been educated in the art of unconsciousness?

I nod.

Civilized factions can mobilize a variety of means to control magic. It's much easier to learn magic from a superior being, and you can develop it on your own. They make complex spells and formulas, and offer sacrifices to gain power. It develops magic within the framework of discipline, spreads it, and consequently raises a number of wizards.

“That's right.”

But very rarely, without such a civilized means, there are individuals who realize how to gather their own magic and can use magic as a free material whenever they intend. It's very rare, but it actually happens.

I was confused when I heard the Old Testament.

“That's not the kind of common sense I know. An unconscious magic that a wizard who has not mastered magic can use. So regardless of your intentions, it's just a matter of putting out a fire and flying in the air and thinking about it. ”

If you're really lucky, you can summon a harmless spirit through an open channel in your heart.

It is a very rare case, as I said. Overwhelming talent is pioneering the way of the Great Gate. That Kraset is the case. That individual developed magic in the realm of instinct, not discipline. He opened all the magic circuits on his own and continued to raise the magic level, raising the horsepower. I've lived a dozen times the average Kraset lifespan thanks to the immense power I've gained. The consequences that have led to life for so many years · · ·.

The scene changes and Kraset sits on that cliff. Quietly looking down at the wind. I knew that the vertigo in his eyes was at a completely different level than before. It's like · · ·.

Yes, the mystery that I felt in the eyes of a watermelon or a garam that returned to my body. And the high spirituality that I felt in the senior summoner I summoned from the channel was in his eyes.

That's the mortal crossing the wall.

Kraset now crawls across the continent with unparalleled power. The Old Testament follows the explanation.

“A civilized race, or a vicious beast, can theoretically cross any species of wall. It's the first evolution of the soul. The evolution of the soul also affects the flesh, and the meaning of life is lost for those who cross the wall. For that Kraset, it has already lived much longer than the average life span of the species, but from the time it crosses the wall, the distinction between monospecies and ornamental species is meaningless. But more importantly, · · ·. ”

I kept an eye on Crasset over the wall. I don't wander around the continent with no manners, but I find something as if I have a hunch that suddenly the time has come.

And I found a male crasset. A beast who, unlike himself, has not crossed a wall without an ordinary mate. As soon as he crossed the wall, Crasset abandoned the male and left again.

After wandering the continent alone for a while, Krasset gave birth to a few cubs. And I noticed the peculiarities of every newborn.

Most importantly, the offspring are also born crossing walls. At the moment of birth, the soul is already evolving. No matter what it was in his previous life.

Does it mean that the soul that gains a new life through the circulation is influenced by the body that it contains?

“Nonsense! ”

It doesn't make any sense to me.

But the evolution of the soul does not end with this.

The scene passes quickly.

The crowd of Krassets that crossed the wall has not increased much since. Most of them reproduced by dividing with ordinary crazettes and then giving birth to offspring that crossed the wall. The offspring so born grew very slowly and rarely reproduced well after becoming adults by their standards.

Let's move a little more time.

Mountains and rivers move. That much time has passed again. Nevertheless, the Krasset herd that crossed the wall was still around hundreds of individuals.

How many years has it been? I saw another unusual Krasset in Parvasch's eyes. In relation to her race's ancestry, she was the one who corresponded to her great-grandchildren.

As he grew, the power he had became stronger than the first Kraset that crossed the wall. It was a rate of growth that disregarded the intervals of time. Even so, I could have guessed that the spirits were rising even higher.

And one day, the moment finally came.

Oooooooooong

“Channel?”

A huge channel was opening over the head of the transcendent great-grandchildren Crasset. But I felt disguised looking at it. If you look at the shape and waveform, it was definitely the right channel. But · · ·!

[Oh, no way!]

Parvash's mind is shaken by confusion.

All the channels I've seen so far have been in the form of a blue light source. But that gigantic channel that you see over there is a dark light, like an awkward moose.

“Where the hell is that connected to? ”

The oracle smiles low and answers.

Aberdag.

Kraset flies into the air and lifts himself into the dark channel.

There is a second evolution of the soul. And you will qualify as the one preparing for your final choice.

“The word is · ·! ”

The savior of Silver Rim confirmed my guess.

Yes, I was reborn as a beggar.

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