Hermit Wizard

A huge wave passed through the basement with the Savior's mind.

Immediately, I realized this side of the body and the surroundings.

“Magical power! ”

The movement of the magic power that was stored in me has stopped. It's not completely gone, but the flow stopped like a frozen river. The senses are dull as if the world had turned grey. I knew what this meant.

“The power of pottery! ”

A psychic who laughs is frustrated.

I lost my way with this.

You can't even open a channel if it's sealed with magic power. It felt like the blood in my body was cooling.

Hiding in you, he appears at a crucial moment of crisis. Like a typical epic hero. You must suffer or your life must be at stake in order for the secret one to appear. If that's a condition, fine. I'll make it right. I'll create an environment like that.

A tremendous pressure was exerted on my surroundings before the intention was conveyed.

“Urgh! ”

Are you going to crush him alive? The invisible giant grabbed me and crushed me. Burns the whole body until the scream bursts.

“· · · Town! ”

If the pain exceeds a certain level, you won't even scream. It hurts like my whole body is being torn apart in a grinder. This terrible pain was the first time since the day I knew Kilgenia Prussia.

“Father!”

The pale screams of the floor. I stopped him from exerting this power and appealed to the song of chaos.

“Please stop! Father!”

Furry!

I knelt on my knees with a twist. I heard an unpleasant rupture in my bones colliding with the floor, but I didn't even feel the pain on my knees. The pain that the Savior is giving me now was just as overwhelming.

[Min Joon! Oh, shit! This isn't magic! I don't know how to avoid it!]

This pressure, created by the song of chaos, was squeezing all my blood vessels.

When I couldn't even breathe and was struggling.

Argh!

The physical force I was pressing on my body was slight but decreased.

“Cool! ”

Barely coughs. Beyond the blurred field of vision, mixed with tears and blood, I saw a little tentacle standing in front of me.

[Impulse! That's possible!]

The power of the Savior did not invalidate even the power of principles other than magic. The floor is building a physical defense wall with impulse in front of me.

The tentacles tremble as if they were wrapped around me.

“Please, stop! There is no guarantee that this will happen! If this man dies, he's in trouble too! ”

· · · debris. You disobeyed me?

Laughter spills like a needle.

Yeah. I didn't plant anything loyal when I made you. It is because in the first place it did not give enough intelligence to recognize that concept. I don't know how I got the same intellect right now.

A ferocious energy was mixed in the spirit.

Beat up over the subject. You can stick with him and give me a signal.

The body of the floor was hardened.

It's just an alarm that tells me immediately when God or another Savior sees a sign of intervention from that human being.

“· · · Alarm? ”

It's a signal coming from your body, but you didn't notice it. It is not necessary for the tool to understand its own functions and intentions. That's just how it works. So, debris, I will order. Functioning as I intended. Stop that prank.

The floor cried without a moment's hesitation.

“No! I can't do that! ”

The Old Testament shed an unpleasant psychic wave.

Enough impulse to build a shield with conversational intelligence. It bothers me by adding features that I don't need.

I'm desperately reaching for the bag with less pain. Then, on my back, the floor cried out in a mixed voice of fear and indignation.

“Father, please stop! ”

It's noisy. It's hard to imitate like you have free will.

“It's not imitation! Please, I want my father to find another way! ”

That's funny. You're not mimicking? Do you have it?

The old man's dark smile covered the space.

Do you want to call it free will, what I can recover whenever I want?

Then the intuitive floor shouted what would happen.

“Oh, no! ”

And the pressure pours back on my body. I struggled with the pain of being pushed.

“Argh! ”

My hand stopped without touching the bag.

[Oh, my shields are weakened!]

I look at the floor. He twists his tentacles like he resists something. My whole body is shaking.

“I don't control myself! ”

The wall of impulse created by the floors repeated the agglomeration and decomposition. I knew very soon what was going on. The song of chaos is trying to control the floor like an avatar. Just like back in the Han River.

But today didn't end at the same time as that day.

You're getting tired of it. Are you rebelling?

“· · · I, · · · hate! Taking me away! ”

The floor seemed desperately opposed to the Savior's attempt to dominate the spirit. It's not as defenseless as it used to be. In the giant body of the Savior of Silver Rim, a more intense psychic wave fluctuated.

What a bizarre village. Resistance? Do you really want to make your life a life? That the purpose for which you were made is the purpose of your existence. The life I give must be used according to my intentions. You're denying it to yourself. The value of your existence. In other words, it could also be called "your use."

Perhaps the pain that the floor is experiencing now is not physical, but mental, but its size is no different from mine. Nevertheless, the floor echoes with tentacles as if grasping the final power.

“Hidden!”

With that loud scream, the power to oppress my body was greatly reduced. The time given will not be long. I desperately reach out and take a small object out of the bag.

The soothsayer, who noticed it, reflectively spits out his thoughts. In it, for the first time, there was an awkward mix of colors.

· · ·!

What I took out was a bundle with a needle. I barely hit it on the floor. It's a space where magic stops, but it instantly bursts into silver and bounces towards the floor!

Puck!

A syringe that flew at an invisible speed and stuck between the tentacles of the floor.

That's all he had. The pressure builds my body again.

But · · ·.

Changes began to occur before the contents of the syringe were scarcely absorbed.

“That's enough!”

Pain sinks a little. I raised my head and looked at the floor. He regained his freedom of mind and again faced the Savior with impulse.

I spilled the notion that the song of chaos is ridiculous.

· · · disconnected?

Now the floor did not move as the Old Testament intended. His attempts were not communicated to the floor.

The Old Testament was monotonous, recalling an unknown concept.

Bare Miom reflector? That's not something you guys can handle.

The next moment, he seemed to realize.

I can see how you got it. I understand the principle, but did you break the link between the fragments? How far has the civilization of the Great Joint, MoD descendants evolved in between? They're crazy anyway. The progress of the immortals is endless, as the old world has never been destroyed.

I thought in agony.

We could have disconnected that connection before we got here, but the savior would have noticed. "They", who determined the floor more precisely, said that the savior was not able to monitor in real time what was happening around the floor, but that a simple signal could be exchanged and received at any time. It was right to withhold in circumstances where the Savior did not know how to come out.

But today, I don't need anything more than how he decided to treat us. I just hung up.

At least I'm glad I'm prepared for this, but I muttered in my heart.

‘Things are still grim. ’

* * *

After work in Norway, instead of going straight back to Korea, we moved in the opposite direction. I went across the Atlantic to Philadelphia.

In this area, I agreed with the floor.

“· · · Like this, I don't know when or how I'll change, seclusion. ”

The savior of Silver Rim steered his body like a doll in the Han River. In other dimensions, it means you can intervene whenever you want.

Maru mutters what his people used to say on the Philadelphia Channel.

“Even though I did not understand the conditions and intentions of the created life, I chose the free will induced under the given conditions. ”

And the pioneers said they respected the choice of the floor.

“I chose to stay close to the secret. My life, being with my secret, started because of my father's intentions, but now this moment is on my own. ”

Then he added, "There was a little fear in my voice.

“Yes, I was born thanks to my father. But that doesn't mean he can erase the notion of me at any time. My ego isn't like a switch to turn it off whenever my father needs it! ”

We tried to communicate with the pioneers again on the Philadelphia channel, and fortunately they responded to our request.

I sent a strange piece of equipment to Earth that was not equipped with photon golems to scan the floor's body and find out what action was taken on it.

Under their laws, it is forbidden to intervene directly with other world Saviors and thus do nothing that would damage the Chaos Song. However, for the floors, we decided to provide the necessary assistance based on the Native Protection Act.

In a word, you can't provide weapons that can damage Chaos songs, but it meant that you will provide tools to save the floor.

When I heard that, I asked.

“Pioneers are enough to emulate evolution as a soothsayer to prevent the destruction of other worlds. But you don't interfere with the Savior of the other world? They will one day destroy their own world. ”

A pioneering doll laughed. The man who caught the cockpit seemed different from the last time.

“There is no choice, human. We can't survive by turning the Savior of all the worlds around as an enemy. ”

When I heard the explanation, I was persuaded. The Savior of the pioneering world is bound and controlled. Different dimensions of the Old Testament insisted on it. However, the doll laughed, saying that if the pioneers showed a desire to control or intervene with the Saviors of the other world, all the Saviors would consider it a pioneer's declaration.

“But rescuing a fragment of a Savior will not be construed as a proclamation of war against all Saviors. ”

By saying so, the doll gave us a gift.

* * *

I look at that gift stuck in the body of the floor. Unknown artifact that allowed you to escape the Old Testament's control.

The floor keeps me awake and protects me with impulse, but the game hasn't changed.

You're bothering me with Jerome. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but I couldn't help it.

His mind is filled with annoyance.

This much pain won't move that heavy ass. I used to memorize human anatomy as a hobby a long time ago. I'm going to use that knowledge today. In the way of the indigenous peoples of the world, let's start by peeling off their skins.

Oh, shit!

Someone in me is looking for a chaotic song, but there is no sign of it coming to the surface right now. If I'm in danger, an unidentified presence will help! I can't stand the same possibility.

I realize it's a moment to gamble.

Through Parvash, I conveyed a secret notion to Maru. He echoes a psychic wave that only sounds to us.

[Let's run! Use it!]

The pioneers' approach has melted down possible rationality thanks to the highly civilized. A gift they gave us. The features on it were not one.

I remembered what the doll said.

‘If the Savior of the other world cares so much about you, it could be dangerous to weave the floor together. Because in the first place, there are a lot of self-serving, sane writers. I don't know what I'm going to do. But you can't respond to a summons, right? ’

"We can't keep getting together. ’

‘You can't attack the Savior, but you'll need a way to escape. It's not worth it. It's from the savior. A normal teleport would be destroyed. But transmission technology at the higher level is something that can't be distributed in other dimensions. I need to get some advice. (After a long silence) Ah! As expected, the artificial spirits roll their hair well. I've found a way. I think it's going to be a bit of a stipulation, but the Native Protection Act comes first. I'm going to add a function to this syringe. It can only be activated by the floor. No matter how old you are, you won't be able to come after him? ’

The doll adds an explanation. The floor could survive somehow, but my case is ambiguous. My magic level is unusually high compared to civilization, but I'm not sure.

Still, I thought it was a better choice than being tortured here.

First of all, it's connected to Earth!

The floor, which received my signal, brought tentacles on the syringe without delay. It was not to pull it out.

Goooooooooooooooooo!

Ah, no. Wait a minute!

Around the syringe that was still attached to the body, intense flashes spread like a wave around the floor. The Savior sows his mind like it is so cruel. But it's too late.

“Hidden!”

The floor flew quickly and wrapped around me. Originally, the second function of that syringe was to affect only the floor. However, due to the strong arguments of the floor, the pioneers allowed the volume to contain about one more human.

Wait, this wave. No way!

The Old Testament has drawn intense power to attack us, but the glorious light surrounding the floor and my body has already stopped it. In the preparatory phase before the full process began, the light created a protective shield around us.

Then a reading of meaning began in the syringe that was inserted into the floor.

Based on the Enforcement Decree and Enforcement Regulations of the Act No. 1721049, Emergency Response to External Displaced Persons and Field Command, we are now entering the Emergency Transmission Time Zone. Warning! Warning! Prepare for an Emergency Dimension Leap. Pay attention to inter-dimensional strikes and backstorms following sudden leaps. People around the sender should be at a distance of 331 # # or more from the sender. Transmitters should be prepared to protect their bodies against a mobile-dimensional environment.

The Savior burst into desperation.

Hey, hey! You lunatics! You guys are in my house now!

He constantly shoots a powerful force that seems to be trying to disturb us, but the fog of light that hovers around the floor's body does not waver.

Warning! Warning! Stay away from the sender! Stay away from the sender!

A sharp voice echoes in your head.

Emergency alert? Oh, no! You bastards! Okay, torture will stop. Just talk calmly!

The floor whispered quietly.

“· · · already unbitable. ”

I don't know if I can survive running away like this. But this was the only way.

Scream!

Light encroaches and space twists. Like falling water in a space where gravity has disappeared, round agglomerated silhouettes cover the surroundings.

And · · ·!

The voice in my head declared.

Initiate Dimension Leap!

The savior screams in his mind.

No, no, no!

A glorious flash covered everything. Only light. I saw nothing else. The Old Testament's intentions are distant. Light lifted my body as if it had a mass. I felt like I was being absorbed by an unknown force.

All the space and time increased indefinitely, then decreased again, then exploded focused on one point.

Me and the floor, and Parvasse bounced out of the dimension like that.

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