Hermit Wizard

Then the voice heard was not the dragon's.

“You're back sooner than I thought. ”

All around, the red water was covered in a bright flock of light. The world collapses. An unacceptable amount of information spills over and attacks me. Violent flooding of meaning, like scratching the brain.

“Argh! ”

What came into my eyes was the same landscape as before. There was an unmistakable gush of light in the vastness of the space. The rays traverse countless trajectories, joining voids like nets.

How long has it been? The lump of light began to have a clearer shape. Fortunately, the painful moment did not last as long as it did.

However, it never meant it was unbearable.

“Whoops! ”

“Again. I don't collect things like this. ”

With one word of her, the filth I vomit melts into the air in an instant.

I raised my head. The sensation I lost in the red flashes came back with the pain of snatching my body for a short while. The position and shape of my body has now been clearly recognized.

And I saw her. I'm smiling.

“All right, I got it. ”

She lifts up her left hand with only flesh and bone.

“Do you? ”

The dragon's body, unlike that seen in the red world, regained its size and shape. His large eyes quietly stare at the body of God, or the symbol of God, which appeared before us.

A dragon that is heavy enough to cover the sky. Exactly, the serenity left in his body spit out his stupidity. It was a surprisingly bold tone.

“It's over. ”

I felt the whole of this vast dimension watching the dragon's body.

I wanted to stop the event of God. I still have something to ask that serenity!

Is it true that the Savior of this world, the Black Keeper, did not create a channel in my heart?

But even before the horse is taken out, there is a huge presence around the dragon. The serenity of the dragon murmured.

“I never could have imagined that this body, which was made by God, would be taken away by no one else. ”

That was the last time.

Kwajijijijijijijic!

The world began to indulge.

Like chewing a ripe apple, the tooth marks are engraved on a black scale, creating cracks, and grabbing wings.

Kwakjijijijigik!

Suffice it to forget what I just said calmly, the serenity was desperately screaming. It was a scream that resonated with the mind that could not escape even if the ear was twisted.

Dragon remnants howled. Rather than being captivated by the fear of the extinction of existence, it seemed to be due to the pain of being eaten while maintaining consciousness.

I thought this might be the moment if my soul could be hurt too. Just listening to that scream made me feel like my soul was scarred and some of my essentials were contaminated.

“Kikikikikikiki! Hihihihihihihihi! ”

The symbol of Kilgeniapros, like the mummy I see, remained motionless, even during that horrible meal. I just shed a laugh.

It is all this space that surrounds me that bites and swallows the dragon's body now. Once again, I realise that the substance of Kilgeniapros is this dimension itself.

Quajijijic! Profit!

The torn flesh devoured the whole dimension. Scale-covered skin is ripped out of the muscles with a creaking sound. My chest splits and my viscera splits. There was no very slight delicacy in the process, no very slight order.

Tear it, break it, cut it, shred it.

It's a repetition of a scene where the fragmented dragon's body seeps into an empty dimension, but I feel a stubborn greed caught in madness in the sight before my eyes. I can't see for sure, but I even heard the illusion that the void, that empty space, swallowed my throat and licked my lips with my tongue.

The meal didn't take long. Soon, she smiled with her empty pupil facing me.

“All right, you did good. ”

I got beat up.

I grabbed a consciousness that was about to fade. I don't know why, but I felt a strange illusion that I had abandoned the scene that I shouldn't have seen.

Refocus on reality.

The conversation with the serenity of the dragon has already crossed the water. That god ate them all.

I handed over the topic.

“There was a soul complex inside of me. Not until then? ”

He laughed at me as if God was saying something wrong.

“Some other gods may have shed quite a bit of blood, but I don't care about the transcendent soul. I didn't even bring the dragon here with me. I left it in the dimension you were in. ”

Oh, thank goodness. McQuaid and I have nothing to say about it.

A complex of souls of Macquaid's clan, human transcendents, was said to serve as a hub for the dragon's body. When it comes to this world, the complex does not seem to have metastasized together.

She looked at me and said,

“Now that I have received the gift, I will return the offering. By the way, · · · · ·. ”

Why else would I be conditioned? Waiting for the words to follow, a cold sweat gushed out on my back.

“Why are you hiding again? Did you just say good-bye? Unlike the Pioneer Fragment. ”

She calls someone as if she were scoffing.

“Come out. I won't hurt you. The trail that I left behind, using the blueprints, and now you're coming in here and ripping off the shijimi? ”

Oh, this crazy god.

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“I've seen how to use my powers. How to deal with those transcendents. ”

You were watching? You mean you were watching me?

“Yes. Why would I give you an order? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Why would the gods order wizards? It's the best way to observe other worlds in the absence of apostles and priests. I'm making a connection. ”

God spat out laughter intermittently.

“You buried the torturers' consciousness in a twisted time? I must have lost my mind because I've experienced eternity that wasn't worth fighting for. Well, I don't think I did it on purpose. ”

“Twisted time? ”

“Yes.”

“What's wrong with those traffickers is that the time is twisted? ”

She nods.

“Self is the most fundamental unit that records time. But when the self is given enough time to cope, time eats the self. ”

I burst into satisfying laughter. I feel good about the body of the dragon I just ate.

“Most exterminators don't expect that. We die before time is encroached upon, we are reborn, and we start over. The transcendents, too, are unconscious, but they have a long life span. The transcendents of your world don't know natural death yet, but it's because the history of the world is short. Of course, the transcendents have a long life expectancy. ”

Then he asks a crazy question. Mouth up.

“Nevertheless, it was ruined. That's how scary time is. Didn't the spirit who was your teacher tell you? ”

I had no idea what I was talking about. I shake my head.

“It's normal for everyone to be there for as long as they can, but the poor spirit has a problem. It seems like you had to endure a time close to eternity in the void in the midst of a tremendous downturn. A time when you can't stand degenerate horrors. This is a desperate case, among other things, in the words of a spiritual savior. ”

I would have read about Parvasse in my memory. You've read everything he said to me, everything he said to me by the pioneer he met in front of the channel.

The pioneer was convinced that Parvasse was a brilliant savior. Now even the god before me said as if there was no doubt or objection to that fact.

Now, even rapid existence has been acknowledged. On the identity of Parvasse.

“It was a matter of the weight of the self that didn't fit into the turbulence of the fallen soul, but it was also a matter of enduring that long time. So you've chosen to divide yourself into small pieces, and then you've chosen to divide yourself into so many selves. After a certain amount of time, you kill yourself and move on to your next self. Allows one self to reduce as much as possible the weight that one has to endure, and the time that one has to endure. · · · Well, the flow of time is in a dizzying void, so it seems to be broken into more pieces than necessary. ”

Then suddenly I leave a strange fortune to say.

“That spirit is not shared by multiple selves who share the same memories engraved on one soul. You're the opposite. The soul is one, and the memories are separated. My memory varies according to my self. That's weird. I've never heard of this. I can read your memory now, but why can't it be read when it has something to do with your spiritual upheaval? The only thing that can store memories is the soul, the brain. But how can self occupy a separate memory? ”

I recall what the Apostle of Furvagios said.

Some creature in you has regained its self for a while and regained the power of the soul. At that moment, all the rapids that were connected to you sensed this side. Originally, it felt like it could not exist in the soul of the immortal.

Soul initiative.

What the hell happened the moment I just heard that my memory was cut off?

It's even weirder to think about it. After hearing that from the Apostle, why have I lived so far without having completely forgotten the story?

God said while I was locked in my mind.

“Aha, yes. Dividing souls into two occupies, in other words, they are both incomplete. After all, you're both fragments of something. If so, the next question is · · · · ·. ”

God laughed.

“Are you two derived from the same source, or are they different sources? I'm living in the same soul now, though. Hmm, yeah. Funny. Interesting. And · · · · · ·. ”

The voice echoes loudly

“Where did the great soul that united the two imperfect fragments come from? ”

and he said as if he had been notified.

“Anyway, I didn't think you'd change today. I'll see you later. Keep living with my spell. Until the day we meet again. Then I'll decide what to do with you. ”

Then he started to get away from me.

“Oh, really. I will return the sacrifice as promised. ”

In the middle of that distant black universe, a strong flash descends.

“Huff!”

And I felt the sensation of the empty spaces in my body rising.

“Ah! ”

The voice in my ears was awkward. The voice did not change. What changed was my perception of the voice.

Yes, it wasn't just the biological tissues in my body that came back.

“This is · · · · ·. ”

My chest was ticklish, clumsy, bitter, and flattering.

It looked like it had been removed for a long time, and it also felt irritated by frozen paralyzed skin. After a long period of winter winds, all my parts pounded like hot blood when I wet my warm skin.

Kung!

And there was a heavy collision. It was something beyond the physical sense. The shock became a shock, flowing back to the bottom of the chest.

As I recalled what I had forgotten a long time ago, but as I was reunited with an unfamiliar memory, I was melting it in my body. As if you were rolling a sharp piece of ice in your mouth, be careful not to slash your tongue. But be careful not to let the ice take away the anions.

“· · · · ”

Memory became a memory. Events and experiences left all over my head were meaningful. The things I've ignored have caught my eye. In the meantime, the things that had taken hold of me retreated one step back and gave me some time.

“What's wrong with this? ”

Many of the things I remember were redefined, and the important order was relocated.

The memory hasn't changed. It was just that memory and the way I communicate changed. This change was both deliverance and redemption for me.

I thought of Parvasse. A spiritual holding that I've relied on since I was very young. My only side. A friend who understands everything, who knows everything.

It's been months since he hasn't responded to me. I've never been this long before, but I wasn't worried. I never regretted him. What I regretted was the quick and accurate answer I wanted to get through him. I didn't regret his absence. I didn't miss him.

But not now.

I thought of my mother and brother. My mother was always anxious, shaken. My brother was too young, I didn't know. Two years ago in the spring I decided to protect them, but now I'm restraining them.

Until just now, I thought restraint was the most efficient way. I thought that was the safest way.

But not now.

I thought of Kim Kyung-hwan and Huangsoo Forest. I thought of the inhabitants of the backlog. I thought of the people of the government who came into contact with me.

Kim Kyung-hwan is useless, Huangsoo Forest is worth it, and the residents of White Rock are very useful words. In comparison, the government was a nuisance group with greater risk than utility.

The minister's body was poisoned. When I saw a sign, I was thinking of expressing the poison in a solicitation table brought together by senior officials. A deadly poison to all humans, except the minister himself, who is a magical carrier. I thought I was going to poison my accomplice and blackmail him with an antidote. I thought if you threatened me, you'd have to use any means at all.

There was no doubt about it. There was no hesitation.

But · · · now?

“I gave it all back. Well, goodbye. ”

I looked at the smile of the distant god shining on me. She was always smiling every time she saw me. Until now, I had no idea what that meant.

But at this moment, I felt like I only knew the truth hidden in that laugh.

She was quietly furious in deep despair from the moment I first encountered her. I know now. God has never brought me any fun, fun or pleasant emotions.

I looked at the fading face of God. And I thought in an awkward spirit.

What she kept pointing at me was a frenzied rage, like a cold sword that could set a day at any time.

A lot has changed. Seen differently, perceived differently.

Something that makes all this difference began to move in my mind.

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