Hermit Wizard

I was in the dark.

The black curtains drifted like the sea, but remained silent like the surface of a lake. Violence and tranquillity coexisted in contradiction, but none were properly distinguished.

Absence of colour and shape. Darkness hides and hides all that. I too am immersed in the swamp and think in an unknown emotion. Is this okay? Is this a good thing?

Darkness answered me.

Oh, I thought you were some Goyan, but you're a very unusual person.

I think quietly. Strange guy?

Yes, the people who meet me say the same thing. And most of them weren't human. No, in the first place, there aren't many people I've met lately.

I gave him permission to postpone the payment of the sacrifice. Well, were you planning on suspending it until the end of this life? Did you really think that would work?

My emotions, my sense of crisis, my judgment were about to take shape in the dark. I whisper.

I'm sorry, that's a shallow plan.

Yeah, shallow scheme. You're doomed. I'm here to get my offering right now.

I repudiate.

I don't even have an order right now. How? This is not your altar. Neither is your territory.

The darkness and the night are all my realm. Dreams don't belong in my jurisdiction either. Close your eyes, erase the world, submerge yourself in consciousness, and then there's the door that opens, and beyond that there's a dream. You don't even understand what I am and what I mean. This is not what you understand with your head. You need to be able to recognize me. How did you get the spell when you didn't? More than that, why do I feel so familiar with you?

This is also just one of the unknown things about me.

I whisper into my heart. I'm sick of it. All the non-human beings that meet me, or the higher beings that don't belong to the world I live in, say a word. I think I'm weird. I think I'm weird. Interesting.

But as always, there is no evidence to convince me of who I am. I suspected and inferred the answer, Agent.

So, what else did you see? What did you see in me?

Because of his familiarity, he deferred payment in favor. But I don't intend to wait for you to die.

Sacrifice?

What was the offering I promised you?

Whatever he was, he couldn't postpone it any longer?

· · · · · ·.

A brief silence followed in the darkness. After this time, I assumed that an undesirable end would follow. It won't take long for anger to turn the opponent's favor into an enemy. I kill my breath and wait for that moment.

By the way, · · · · ·.

Darkness conveyed a completely different will than I expected.

· · · Hahaha. Yeah, yeah.

The opponent observed me. I was tasting my entire existence, not perceived through my gaze. Because this darkness that I have locked, is the being that speaks to me.

I even came to get this payment myself, but I didn't think I would make this decision. · · · Yes. Let's stop. That's it.

Why? Ask if I've lost my sense of crisis.

Darkness answered.

This wasn't the first time you faced me.

I mutiny. When you receive an order, are you referring to the ritual at the altar?

However, after listening to what follows, I felt like talking about a different point than that moment.

What else will I take away from the remnant of the debris, the remnant, and the fragments, after I have truly lost myself? To those who have already lost their selves, how else can they take their selves away?

I was caught up in the spell, and I remembered a solvent that I had lost myself and couldn't even flutter. What the darkness was trying to take away from me was the same. It was not just a temporary hideout, like when you wrote a spell, but a plot to rob a perpetual self.

But at this crucial moment, the opponent stops acting and overturns the decision.

Mm-hmm.

It was then that something like black smoke flowed out of my depths.

It was not the first time I saw it. A phenomenon that Parvasse had experienced in a fake dream. A huge memory that Yodmo had eaten away, condensed in my childhood memory, an unknown identity. It almost coincides with the dark saturation that surrounds me, and it blends in concentrically around me.

The phenomenon was so natural that I could think of this. What Yodmo and I simply called black smoke, isn't it actually a black gas, but a part of the night and the darkness?

Then, [I] spoke to the darkness.

Thank you for your generous generosity and forgiveness.

Why are you crawling out and greeting me? You're nothing but a remnant.

You've been helping me since the beginning. I wanted to say thank you in person.

· · · Looks like you have a little memory left.

I'm the memory itself.

The memory of a reclusive soul. It's not funny. The hardest thing is to hide from yourself, but you are also unusual and bizarre.

Thank you for lending your strength. Thank you for your kindness.

I don't know if it was borrowed or stolen. A token of gratitude that you will forget when you wake up is cheap and meaningless. Yes, take the power of this king and hide in the courtyard. Keep quiet and hidden, and forget yourself.

Yes, I will.

The darkness did not interest me, but seemed to try to keep its gaze on my being. Then I say it like it came to mind.

· · · Ah, yes. The conscious schizophrenic who told you my existence, will you leave him like that? Why don't you offer me the spirit as an offering? If you do that, it may give you more power. The soul has no weakness, but the consciousness, as much as the self that is assembling the existence, is quite old, and it's big, and it's edible.

[I] recalled some time ago. The descendants of Dalkerus, who had a clumsy brainwashing ability, were only twenty-eight young men who had yet to run their eyes through the interior of the spirit with mental sensitivity. And he was overwhelmed by the magnitude of the world of his vast mind and spit out the words of terror. It's so big and so scary that I don't know the depth of it.

When the Mack clan confronted the spirit, it was a completely contradictory reaction to expressing that his soul was weak and would be broken in no time.

Stop thinking and be resolute.

It can't be.

Because what is that spirit?

He's like me. Poor, pitiful creature who ruined everything with the wrong choice at the last moment. It's easier to count what you haven't lost than what you've lost. We can't push him into a miserable position anymore.

I was crying. Tears flow silently into the darkness. The darkness was silently staring at all the marks and waves from which the hot drops fell.

Hahaha. That's funny. Yeah, I'll see how much further we can go this way. You, or that spirit, hold the end of destruction and desperately continue to exist.

The darkness that he left behind began to retreat slowly.

* * *

“Ugh! Cool! Cool!”

I opened my eyes while coughing. The floor that sits on the chest moves out of the garment. Then I quickly find my original place and cover my bare flesh.

“Huff! Huff! ”

Sare continued to cough as if he heard it. What is it? I think I had a long dream, but I don't remember well.

“· · · Huh? An e-laser?”

The look on my face was strangely distorted. The pearl master, who didn't open his mouth in the container, asked me.

“You must have had a bad dream? ”

I sat idly down for a moment without understanding the meaning of the question. Then I wiped my cheeks with my back of my hand because I felt unfamiliar. The damp liquid comes out.

“... what is this. ”

I thought it was weird.

No matter how deep I dream, how long have I been crying?

"... oh, what is it. This."

I got up from my seat, erasing the marks on my cheeks. The floor inside the hooded tee scratches the air and asks.

“· · · Seclusion, Cry, Why? ”

“I don't know, man. ”

I try to keep my mind straight. Seeing the container descending, it seemed almost to have arrived at its destination.

I thought while stealing the snowflake. I had nightmares before, and then I woke up crying a few times. How many times did I enter puberty and have a thick head when I began to fully understand what my true destiny was?

But now it was different. I opened my eyes, but I could not find any scent of emotion that was entrenched in my dreams.

It's like, while I'm sleeping, it's like someone else came into my body and cried out.

[· · · · Min Joon?]

Parvasse approached me and asked me for the status quo. The psychic wave was so weak that I couldn't even notice if I was a hippocampus.

I looked at the spirit trapped in the toy. Parvashe will annihilate his present self in a little while.

The moment I thought about it, some disparate emotions began to roll in my heart. It spreads its wings faintly and gently and flourishes somewhere deep.

I mutter.

Yeah, the reason I called you is probably because they look so much like each other. The reason why the present self was created is of course, and we are similar in that it is unstable.

Maybe I needed a friend who felt the greatest homogeneity with me. Even though I almost forgot why I called you back.

[· · · What does that mean?]

His intentions were still so weak. Aside from the strength of the psychic wave, I don't know English.

"What do you mean? ”

[That's what you just said, why you called me. Are you talking about the moment you summoned me?]

“· · · What does that mean? I have no memory of summoning you. You assumed it might be some kind of unconscious magic. ”

Parvasse repeated the same words to me as he kept stealing tears, but I couldn't understand the meaning of them. Because I don't remember anything that I just said to him in my mind.

Parvash is very weak because the next time he passes to his own self, he sees him. Perhaps he was mistaken for something he would not normally have. Should I call it hallucinations if I hit you as a human?

That way, we repeated a few more times what was not right in front of and behind each other, and then we heard the container sitting on the floor. At that moment, our conversation also stopped.

* * *

Arrival.

The summoner who flew with the container told me in his mind. It was converted into a time unit familiar to me and passed on to my mind.

1 hour 19 minutes.

It was the summoner who measured the time he flew this time.

I'm staring at the garbage that hasn't come to my senses yet. Originally, I borrowed Garam's hand to pay for this summoner. Now that he's like that, I have to prepare myself. One hour and 19 minutes will be the time.

We opened the container door and came out. The rammings who lived in the village gathered together and bowed down in homage to the container.

“Here you go. Take it. ”

I looked up at the summoner sitting on the container. It was a strange creature whose brains and wings account for more than 90% of the body. Several of the dozens of wings were tied to the container, then flanked with the rest of the wings and flew all the way here.

Among the species that can fly with this object, the race chosen because the price you want is the most economical. When you move outside of the Dragon Clan's Exploration Magic Realm, all the factions are summoned when you move because flying is the fastest way to move.

Ooooooooooooooo!

I selected and combined some dreams from the pulsating pieces I was carrying, and then pushed them towards the brain of the summoner. These are obscene dreams that I collected deliberately before coming over here. I edited the dream running time to be played like a video in the head of this race to be about an hour and 19 minutes. Providing the summoned video for as long as possible was a trading condition.

· · · Good. Very good.

Most of the bodies that left their brains and wings degenerated, and the race that said that the greatest amusement in the world where the natural enemies disappeared would play, were satisfied with the reproductive scenes of xenophobics in the unfamiliar world.

Then I'll just go back.

“No, wait a minute! ”

Instead of opening the channel of my chest right away, I put a voyeuristic summoning water on standby that doesn't cover my race. After I see the job here, I have another place to go.

Instead of waiting while the drought recovers, I intend to look at the source stone. Because the boundaries of the dragons will be a harsh place, you can't fly all the way to the center, but you have to fly as far as you can to move.

I looked at the rammings gathered in the village.

“Parvasse, please. ”

Parvash conveyed my will to the Rammings gathered in the square. He said he wanted to make a deal because he needed two kinds of metal to feed Garam and asked what the rammings wanted in return.

They initially rejected us as a dragon. However, Parvash explained that we are not dragons, and only after talking to Ramming did the residents believe it.

I didn't have to create a hostile relationship, and I didn't intend to lie or exploit it instead of making a legitimate deal to create another one.

The old rammings representing the village hesitated for a long time and asked one thing.

“O great ones, I have heard the words of this child who saved my life. Are you saying that you can use such noble magic, even though you are not really a dragon? ”

I frowned because I had no idea what was going to happen.

“Ask me what I want. ”

The interpreter followed the old Ramming's words.

“Can you share a little bit of wisdom so that our magic can evolve further at this stage?"

I ask Parvash.

“Why magic? ”

Old Ramming and Parvash, who spoke and received it, interpreted it to me.

[I'm avoiding exacting remarks and references, but I think it's a tremendous opportunity to maybe change the future of their race. You seem to be conscious of the dragon who is the dominant. Though it takes a long time, I think of the possibility of sneaking out.]

I don't think it's a group that is completely self-sufficient in the reality of living as a dragon slave.

I know the situation, but of course I refused to go to work. I don't have time to sit here teaching them magic. It's a bit chilly, but just because they're starting to learn magic now doesn't mean that the day will come when they're out of the dragon's control.

However, I said I would consider that side if I had the artifacts I needed.

Then Ramming replied in a darker complexion.

“I know it's a bit overwhelming, but could you give us a moment to discuss it? I'll give you the metals you need, of course, right now. ”

In the first place, they did not seem to intend to disturb us, and once they had provided the metal, they decided to pass on their requirements later. I think I need to discuss it internally. In their view, this is a tremendous opportunity, and it requires careful judgment.

Giving the metal first, I don't think it's worth worrying about getting hit in the back. If we stop, we will be worried that we will not rob by force.

That's how scared we are, but how desperate we are to be heard.

After a while, the inhabitants took the pieces of mineral in front of our container, piled them up, and retreated. After confirming that the Garam was beginning to eat it, I ordered a summoner to fly up with only Parvash and the Pearl Clan.

* * *

To reach the source stone, we had to go back the way we came. It was near the nest of solvents.

I flew far enough to not be caught by the detection magic and sent back the summoner. Because the solvent became inaccessible, it was felt that the magic system nearby was weakened as a whole. Nevertheless, I moved with caution because I already had the power I had once.

“The shield has weakened quite a bit. It's a lot easier to move than the last time you went to the center of the nest. ”

[· · · ah. I see.]

Parvasse's reaction slowed down a little. Over time, my mind is getting weaker.

The pearl house looked around and said,

“Maybe that's the cornerstone, right? ”

I saw the tombstone of a rectangle far away. A heterogeneous landscape that doesn't fit into the surrounding natural environment at all.

“I think it's bigger than I thought. ”

Since all sides were wide open, the object came into view clearly beyond the horizon. We continued to walk, keeping the magic hidden, just in case we didn't know the danger.

And the more we walked, the less we were alarmed by the size of the object.

“· · · That, it's actually pretty far away now, isn't it? Still.”

“That's right, but why does it look so big? ”

At first, I wondered if I had lost my sense of distance. As we approached, the columns of that huge square showed overwhelming misgivings.

“That's almost like a mountain. ”

The source stone stands on the ground and stretches straight like a pillar. As we approached, we learned a few more things. The fact that the material of that object is closer to metal than to stone, and the fact that the surface is not semicircular, but is carved with unknown patterns. In terms of regularity, it must be a kind of language.

“Parvasse? ”

At this point, there was only room for will. Parvasse glances at the pattern for a moment and answers.

“Nothing is searched in the · · · · · academic records. ”

All the languages of the dizzy world are recorded in academic records. It is one of the most widely shared information systems in a civilization. Languages often have the lowest ratings of viewing.

Nevertheless, there are two reasons why no language scheme can be found in academic records.

One. If the Apostle of Furvagios never came to the world of speaking that language. This means that the world was not recorded in the academic record in the first place.

Two. Originally, the information was recorded in an academic record, but the record was deleted or the viewing rating was increased by the presence, presence, or presence that had enough power to interfere with it.

Now, which one is this?

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