Hermit Wizard

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The first thing in my eyes that came back to reality from the world of God was a pile of tentacles flying towards me.

“· · · is! · · · Doon! ”

He makes a sound with impulse. It was such a big ringing that my ears hurt.

The sound knocks indoors. McQuaid winks and raises his head, hugging a black object that looks like a pottery. Eyes are drawn to that thing. Is that it? An artifact with a soul.

The bronze tentacles stand in the way of my gaze. And I woke up, and I covered the world.

“The town! Floor!”

The tentacles that covered my face. I think I'm choking, so I barely pulled him out.

“Stop!"

“What happened? What happened? ”

I've never heard him say that so quickly. He twists his body, reveals his big, lonely eyes and looks at me carefully. My face lit up with clear eyes.

Serious and serious eyes. If anyone sees it, I think it's a big deal.

But right after that, I had no choice but to revise my thoughts. I stuttered my memory, but it was the same. The way he looks at me, yes. It was always like this.

What has changed is my perception of it.

The floorboards urged.

“Quickly! ”

He kills his breath and waits for my answer. When I saw the tentacles pile solidified, I felt a tense aura.

Looking at that, I smiled without knowing. I wondered, why is he even thinking about my problems as carefully as he does his own? He doesn't have anything I've done, so why do you always think he's on my side?

I opened my mouth and said the answer he had been waiting for.

“I got it back.”

When I hear that, my eyes grow bigger.

And the sound exploded everywhere.

Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Punk! Punk! Pufferfung!

Ow! Ow!

I frowned and blocked my ears with my two hands. The floorboards are blowing compressed air all over the place. He flies up with a tentacle and slaps me in the face. I don't think it was a deliberate slap on the cheek, but it was kind of a close.

The floor that comes to mind shakes, turns, twists and shakes dozens of strands of tentacles in the air. I think jellyfish are dancing in the air. Bronze trunks sway with excitement, like a debt dance with a time difference. Even the illusion of a remnant of the statue is evoked and blossomed like a flower.

McQuaid looks at it and mutters in a slightly submerged voice.

“What a spectacle. ”

Phew! Phew!

In the basement, where the sound of fireworks without flames descends, the tentacles dance like swimming in a sea without water.

The transcendent, who was crucified by the sight, asked without turning his eyes.

“Are you expressing that kind of emotion? You're happy, right?”

“I think so. ”

I don't know if it's a body with a race history or a sociocultural background.

After some time, McQuaid slowly turns his head. His eyes, looking at me, were bloody.

I see a black pottery in the arms of a transcendent.

“That was the center of the dragon's body. ”

“Yes.”

The soul that crossed the wall is meaningless to the Savior. Then, what was the reason why the Black Keeper collected the transcendent soul?

After all, it was clear that there was a tremendous force inherent in the tool that sealed the soul. We have succeeded in sealing the transcendent soul, an act that cannot be done in the realm of the Savior, and we have stabilized our new body.

I asked.

“Are you leaving with that courage? ”

The transcendent replied in a split voice.

“I don't know why I gathered the souls of my people. But what is certain is that this disease has a very important meaning. The trace that goes with this will be even more persistent. ”

McQuaid does not know that I will eventually deal with all the troublemakers. He was putting his two hands on the black complex. Farr fingers trembled.

“How long I've waited for this moment. ”

Ask quietly.

“Are you going to set him free? ”

Slowly, and heavily, he nods.

“We should send him back to the Ring of the Circle. ”

“You know what the world is like now, right? If you let it go now, it could be absorbed into another world. Does that matter? ”

McQuaid shakes his head.

“It might be better to live in a different world. It will take a very long time for all these transcendents to be born in this world. ”

When I heard that, I decided to ask a question that was hesitant. If there had been no incident today, I might not have asked him forever. Even now, just before I spit out the question, I don't know if this is wise.

But I felt the urge. I wanted to hear what he thought.

“The resurrection of the dragon will be slower or permanently impossible now that you have destroyed the body of the Savior. ”

I didn't say I would ultimately seal the dragon's soul. He only brings up stories he can guess.

“One day, this earth will be a world where higher life cannot be born. After taking all the souls of the immortals to another world. ”

Unbrainwashed executive, Alice knew. McQuaid is likely to already know.

I'm hiding the future from the people of the backlog. And I didn't feel any clue or fear about it.

But · · · it's a little different now. I want to know.

What does this future mean for the transcendent?

McQuaid faces me with a tranquil glance. Ever since I met him, his eyes have been boiling in anger and in cold tides, and now they have changed color.

“The Black Keeper is an enemy and an everlasting enemy. It would be better if he were resurrected and the world reigned again. I should pray that his resurrection will come very slowly, in the distant future. ”

“What if, as a result, organisms that have not crossed the wall become extinct? ”

“The resurrection of the dragon is a threat to our people, as long as the way the dragon treats us is not a miracle that suddenly changes. I don't know what it means to be a world supported by a group of sacrifices. ”

That was consistent with what I thought.

Why should I sacrifice now for humanity in the distant future?

· · · There was no very slight conflict. I didn't even have a bit of trouble.

- Yeah. There wasn't.

“A human transcendent would think so. ”

“Of course I am.”

Neither the inhabitants of the White Rock nor Alice were only isolated during the time when the Black Keeper was alive. But McQuaid's people were killed by dragons, fuelled by spirits, sealed, and barely survived, enslaved by the followers of the Savior. There is no way to welcome the resurrection of the dragon.

“I don't know what you're thinking. No, who the hell are you in the first place? I didn't cross the wall. By the way, what are the wondrous forces? In addition, the channel in the chest wonders if the dragon is right. If that's true, why are you hostile to the dragon? ”

I recall the information I heard in the world of God. Dragon said he had never created a channel. But he said it was true that he was looking for me.

Mutter low.

“That's my homework from now on. ”

“What?”

I shake my head.

“Anyway, I got it. You are opposed to the resurrection of the Savior. Even in the aftermath. ”

“The Savior is not essential to the survival of the world. Nevertheless, I am against it. As long as the Savior of this world is a lunatic called the Black Keeper. Either way, the Savior of the Earth will never change into someone other than a dragon. ”

A moment later, Gramiel grabs in his head and passes by. She was dreaming of becoming the Savior of the Earth. I am now wounded by the Chaos Song, but I will try to intervene in this world again someday.

What she ultimately planned to do was instead of the Black Keeper, she herself became the savior of this world, growing the Earth to the next level, cutting off all the channels now created and stopping the plundering of souls.

However, according to what the serenity of the dragon had just said, her plan was merely delusional. That said, this world cannot grow. It was said that the Earth lacked a world source.

So the only end left in this world is doom? If the dragon of diarrhea can't grow the world even if it's resurrected, I don't know if there's a way to close the channels that have already been created.

I keep thinking. The dragon left many ashes before he died. If his intentions were mixed with death in a year, would the dragon have chosen death in view of all this?

How could I have tried so many channels since I was alive?

I'm locked in my head, "McQuaid said.

“Farewell, I will liberate the souls of my people and disappear. I'll leave this to you how to handle it. Take it or leave it here. I can't handle it, but I don't know if you can handle it. You can't destroy it. I can't handle a recurrence after I break this. ”

After leaving the words, McQuaid carefully opened the lid of the complex.

Paaaaaaaaah!

Surely the soul should not be seen in my eyes. I don't have the same ability as Mack or Floor.

Nevertheless, I felt a wave spreading the moment the complex opened. Is it an illusion?

“Aah! ”

The floor stops the frenzied dance in the air and looks this way. Then I barely shed a sound like an admirer.

Yeah, you'll see it in your eyes. I see so many souls regaining their freedom.

I don't know if McQuaid can see that. He was looking up on his knees with a very impressive face.

“Finally! Ah. People who have been suffering for a long time. Finally, the right to freedom of expression is guaranteed. Give you freedom! ”

I'm not mistaken. Now I can be sure. Numerous individuals intersect in the air and resonate. It was not a sound. Something much more fundamental than that!

They first stretched out from the black complex and intertwined like a web. But the deficit becomes weaker and shattered.

It was a disturbing static. Numerous meanings were poured out. A huge piece of information that is hard to handle in a different sense than when summoned to the world of God. But they didn't bother me. The meaning I couldn't pull in was just touching and passing, instead of giving pain.

And I later learned that much of the understandable meaning was good-bye whispering towards each other.

The string of meaning breaks down into dots, then seeps into the air. I felt like I was disappearing far enough from my senses.

It will be absorbed by the rings of the shining circle.

So the hordes of invisible light disappeared completely from the basement.

After the liberation ceremony was over for a very short while, McQuaid lowered his head on his knees. Then I slowly aroused myself. He shook his hand toward me.

“Thank you.”

I grabbed his hand.

“Where are we going now? ”

Thanks to McQuaid, this has become a lot easier.

“I have to go home. I haven't found it in millennia. This is a hometown I don't recognize, but I still have to go. It's gonna change a lot. You won't stay long. Tracking will follow, so we'll have to run for a while. ”

“Maybe it won't take long to get away. ”

He burst into laughter, haha.

“I wish that were true. ”

Then he turned his gaze and looked at the three traffickers who had been brushed to the ground.

“Are you going to kill your life here? ”

I shake my head.

“No, I'll take him. ”

When he heard that, the floor fluttered with tentacles and asked.

“Not again? Secret, you said you got your offering back. Why hasn't it changed? ”

I scratch my cheeks and confront him.

“Then you met me only after I offered you an offering. ”

I see the traffickers who are knurled by magic.

“Even before the sacrifice, I had my safety first in everything. ”

There is still a lot of confusion. The meaning and priorities that exist within me have not yet regained perfect order.

But that doesn't mean that there was no sudden intelligence deprivation in my head that would let those who threaten me go.

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