Hermit Wizard

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The pioneer who controls the photon golem said not to worry because he will take care of his dimensional problems. He didn't seem to blame me. I felt like I had no intention of questioning my responsibilities, even though it would not have happened if I had not fled to that world.

· · · If you look at this, it's really interpersonal. I know it wasn't my intention, but I can make some emotional accusations. Isn't that often the case in human societies? ‘It's not your fault, but if it wasn't for you in the first place!' · · · · in such a way as to:

“Even if some of your flesh remains in our world, it's not clear what God can do with it. Oh, that doesn't mean we'll be on our guard. For the time being, I think we will maintain the highest grade boundary at committee level. Anyway, thanks for letting me know. ”

Rather, I even heard that I was grateful.

After talking about it, the pioneer disconnected his communication. I have nothing more to ask of us, and I don't want anything to do with it.

“· · · I feel uncomfortable. ”

It was not my intention, but I felt like I had become a nuisance to them.

[Min Joon, it's not your fault.]

I groaned, snorting small. Maru listens to Parvash.

“Pioneer is a race without origin that survived the battle with God. As far as we know, it's also the only race to secure and control the Savior. ”

I remembered your savior who had forgotten because of his words. When she knew everything, she said something different to the facts to induce action. As a result, the pioneers said they would eliminate all her desires and make them look like real tools. The self will be difficult to maintain.

We were wondering if it wasn't what she really wanted. If it was true, it was creepy and sad.

“I don't know what a coveted world can do, but it won't be that easy. That's what the pioneer just said to himself. ”

“The fight against God. ”

I could not even guess how this aftermath would spread.

Parvasse urged me.

[Come on, let's move. We need to install that artifact on the Seoul Channel.]

“Oh, yes. ”

I took out a small box in my arms. A gift from the Savior of the pioneering world. A magical tool for installing in the "Chaos Song" dimension and the channel that leads to it.

In the aftermath of the Emergency Dimension Leap when fleeing the Chaos Song, the Silver Rim was said to have been largely destroyed. There was a channel leading to another dimension in the middle of the silvery forest, which consisted of a curvilinear shield. Beyond that is a dimension completely encroached upon by the planting, a situation that continues to be planted through the channel. To stop them, the Chaos Song established a huge shield called the Silver Rim. And I was sealing the planting in it without going around as freely as I used to.

Even the existence of the Old Testament was so immense a shield that it would lose its freedom of action for its maintenance. It is said that it is not easy to recover because it has collapsed. It's a good thing he came after me and said he wouldn't have much time to pay back.

However, the fact that chaos songs are so urgent is a risk factor for the planet. He can't control the planter as perfectly as he used to. Occasionally, one or two of them may be out of control and wandering around the Earth.

The pioneer savior gave the world a shield to prevent that, and the Commission allowed him to take it with him after the scrutiny. Planting and reproducing in a connected dimension was also a great risk for them.

I looked with my two fingers at the magic tool.

“Yes, we should stop planting it. Even if you stay still, your soul will be sucked out, but if you roam around and eat your soul, the Earth will be ruined in no time. ”

Speaking of which, I felt a different disguise than before. I quickly grabbed the identity of that strange feeling.

“No, wait. I'm the nucleus of the Earth in the first place. ”

The floor rolls the pupil.

“· · · Yes? ”

“Yes! I am the world. ”

If all the souls of this world disappear, whether they're eaten by planters or leaked through other channels a few hundred years later, what happens to me?

Parvasse, who questioned me, said seriously.

[There's one more reason to stop the Spill of Soul. To prevent the destruction of humanity, while also preventing the impact that will have on the existence of the four Minjuns.]

I murmured without knowing.

“Souls are the source of everything. ”

[· · · mm? What?]

Parvasse doubted, but I calmly spoke. The words that came out of my lips were strange and familiar.

“When the world begins, the soul is already there. ”

A story I've never heard from anyone. I, ‘Yoon Min-jun’, don't remember the sentence.

But so naturally, the faucet that was locked came out like it was open.

“There's a reason why there should be a dimensional nucleus in the circle. Parvash, without a soul, that world cannot be preserved. ”

[· · · · Min Joon, I tried to contrast what you are saying with the academic record, but I am not allowed to see it. How did you hear that? When you talk to the "him" in you?]

“No, it's not like that. ”

I thought with a depressed expression. Even in the midst of the confusion in my head, one judgment was clear. Maybe some of the plans I had in mind were foolish misunderstandings. The Ark? Let's leave an empty Earth with the Ring of Yun, and move humans to another world?

What about the rest of the world? What about Earth?

Knowledge and memory, not mine, rolled in pieces, and crammed up.

“If all souls are taken away, this world will eventually collapse. As if the dimension occupied by the planter must one day collapse. ”

I crossed my arms and grabbed them like a wrap.

“There is no world, but how can the nucleus of the world exist? ”

That way, I will be extinguished.

I recall what [he] said in the pioneer world. The next thing I said was that I would help Maru and Parvash who were being attacked by Maibi.

You've already recognized yourself. I noticed my existence. In the meantime, the dimensional walls are perforated. Worst of all. It should be a complete one soon, but the mixing will slow down now. We can't reverse the speed of rebirth here a few more times. I can't do that in the first place.

He pauses and growls like a black mist.

Either way, I won't be able to make a verdict in this life. Unfortunately, we can't wait for an endless reunion.

The verdict?

What? And, how?

Parvasse said.

[I had no idea what he would want from you.]

The floor reached tentacles and agreed.

“But now I think I know. I don't know what he wants from the secret service. Why he summoned Parvash, fled from the dragon, killed the new flesh of the dragon, sealed his soul, and induced the evildoers to be eliminated. So all of the orbits are going to be at one point. ”

The dragon was the savior of this world, and of course the Savior of the Earth was one of them. What happens to the world without the Savior has been proven by the hundreds of channels that are now penetrating the Earth. If we do this, the world will be doomed.

Nevertheless, [he] did not induce us to revive the dragon. Rather, I delayed Parvash's return, helping me seal the dragon.

“· · · It's a contradiction? ”

He wants me to be God. But by sealing the dragon, it provided the world with a willy to perish. When the world is destroyed, I cannot be God.

I cut off the ring of contradiction as the floorboards jammed in.

“Now, seclusion is not a complete one, but at the same time a dimensional nucleus, right? ”

Aah!

“Yes!”

I nod. I think fast. No matter how you look at it, other scenarios don't come to mind. The world is in danger of destruction now because there is no savior. If so · · ·!

“I · · ·! ”

“Hidden · · ·! ”

I only knew it now. The final goal he expected of me was to be a god, but there was a point in his journey. The only way to achieve sanctity is through passage and destruction. I spit the same words at the same time.

“I want you to be the Savior of the Earth! ”

The savior who will govern the world of self.

* * *

Chrytol was a pioneer who was quite satisfied with his job of managing the Similar World.

This is a job that requires delicate observation and deep planning and crisis management skills. Chrytol was a man of such virtues and was performing well in his work.

Tyring!

The work done today was automatically calculated for how much it contributed to the various values valued by pioneers, and the information on the sheer pile of light surrounding Chrytol's body was renewed.

“Hmm? You've heard quite a lot today. ”

Today he has been playing for quite some time in the 12th Similar World of the 443020916 Dimension. That was a good income. Chrytol watched as the pioneers' minimum information unit, the minimum energy unit, and a kind of currency that anyone could issue and trade in any way they wished, were renewed in their account.

“I had a hard time. ”

Helpinon, who lived in a similar world, was working on experimenting with the spirit of all peoples, building a spiritual network, and finally fusing souls together. Given that it is a world made by replication, it means that a similar attempt was underway in the original world.

But Chrytol knew that the attempt would eventually return to failure.

“The creation of a single transcendental entity through the fusion of self and soul is a method that was discarded in our world long ago. Some researchers have pushed the world in a way that's not eating the world. ”

The reason for being discarded is that none of the experiments involved were successful. The pioneers have not yet done the work of fusing or disassembling souls. The concept of an artificial soul was, in the end, merely a recycling of the existing soul.

Helpinon was about to fail, but it wasn't for that reason that Chrytol stopped him. What caught his eye was the side effects caused by environmental constraints.

If it were the Helpinon world, about 200 million individuals could participate in the experiment at the same time, but there were only 10 million people left in this similar world. But the replicated spiritual fusion theory in the original world was suitable for more than 200 million individuals.

So Helpinons in the 12th Similar World chose more than 200 million species and decided to experiment with them first. If the experiment on other species was successful, it was planned to develop techniques that could be used in smaller populations based on that data.

Chrytol simulated the results of that experiment. A fairly negative future was foreseen. If you run the experiment, many of those species, which were only Helpinon's livestock, failed to fuse the targeted souls, but succeeded in the limited connection of self. As a result, it was predicted that all individuals would develop intelligence at a rapid pace and that in the near future their livestock would bring down their master Helpinon and overthrow the system to create a new society.

Chrytol stopped it.

“Now, we're still working on the crisis today. ”

He detonated an accident that was likely to stop the experiment, and then transformed the knowledge of the original world into something suitable for about 10 million individuals. Now, a Helpinon scientist in the analogue world was cheering for a thrilling inspiration, but it was actually something Chrytol planted in his head.

“Shall we go back to work? ”

Reading the message that he had left out of his work, Chrytol lifted himself up on the road of light.

“The atmosphere is horrible. High alert.”

The urgent notice, distributed by the Commission, was talking about the possibility that some God-linked substance might have infiltrated this world.

“Well, thank goodness. You're still guessing, aren't you? ”

Now that the alert level has risen, there will be minor inconvenience in the future. Nevertheless, Chrytol thought the Commission had done the right thing.

He was a young pioneer who had not yet been born during the war against the old gods. But Chrytol was interested in the causes that shaped the world now, and he had a pretty extensive record of war.

Because of that, Chrytol knew. I feel the fear of being God. God was not omnipotent, but what troubled the pioneers the most was the lack of information about what God could and could not do. God was capable of anything, but not of integrity. Every god had a different ability.

Chrytol murmured.

“A world of indulgence. Besides being summoned to eat the world, you don't know what you're capable of. There's nothing bad about being careful. ”

He leapt into his room. As soon as he came to a comfortable space, he was no longer thinking about the mad god. He had four professions that defined him, and after a little rest, he thought about taking a deep interest in the art of solidarity, another profession and hobby.

The pioneer focused on conceiving a combination and connection of fine particles. Deep down, he didn't notice. No, Critol, as well as any pioneers in that world, no managerial artificial soul was aware of its existence.

When Chrytol leapt into the room, it was what appeared to be part of the mammal's teeth, the bloodline, the inner wall of the organ. It was undetected by any technology of highly developed pioneers, and so far it has been secretly searching for a suitable pioneer to fill this world.

And it finally found the right target.

Without noticing the microscopic matter approaching behind his back, Chrytol mutters.

“Hmm, maybe we should try to overlap Fermion here a little bit more? ”

Chrytol's third profession and hobby in trying to attract artistic inspiration was the study of divine magic.

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