Hermit Wizard

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At the heart of the turbulence created by the black flames, the mad god was furious.

She eats fragments of her body full of pioneering worlds, swallows more, and craves endlessly. But unfortunately, what the covetous world wanted didn't happen. Repeated acts did not make a significant difference to incomplete gods.

In the remnant of the wrath poured out by an old god, the mad god vomits his anger.

“Why! What the hell! ”

I thought if I ate another god's body, I could make it my own.

But so far, there has been no sign of change.

The coveted world was forced to admit it later.

“It was useless. ”

God slowly aroused reason in the swamp of greed. The place where the anger was raging and passed. The frustration that remained there assembled her thoughts and precipitated her flimsy feelings.

“Why? It's already been completed once? ”

The sacraments that spread throughout the world were fragments left by those who had already once completed the body. There is no such god in the universe. God can be anything and constitutes a set of traits, symbols and meanings that he desires beyond his limits.

“Yes, this is because it's not me. ”

Being a god once means you have already achieved a high level of completion. The coveted world could not make its sanctification its own. It is a concept that has already been completed once.

She burned cold hatred.

“There's only one way. ”

We have to eat the world. Important things you have lost in the process of becoming a god. The body must eat the world in order to make it. You have to eat it.

“You have to eat the world, you can make my body. It's not for anyone else, it's for my body. ”

The fanatic once again felt the loss that had plagued himself for such a long time. His inner space was empty, and nothing else could fill it. It was a void that could only sink if the world were torn and swallowed.

So the mad god decided to focus again on what she had been doing for a long time since she became a god.

“We have to eat more. ”

It's not someone else's body, it's the world.

Just before swallowing the surrounding space-time again, she realized one thing. What it means to be hidden in a corner of the world. He drew attention to that.

“We need to eat more, more worlds. If you're going to make yourself late in becoming a god, you're going to have to eat a lot of worlds. ”

The methods so far are insufficient.

She focuses on the meaning she just discovered. Hidden in that gap. Perhaps he found a way to eat much more of the world, much faster than he is now.

Immediately after thinking, fanatics wedged the bloody dimension between the gaps in time and space.

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A furious scream sounded.

“Stop! Stop that right now! ”

Horacell swung his tentacles desperately towards the air. Where the bronze waves were pointing, there was a huge image.

Commissioners look at the same side with dark eyes. In the footage, there is an extinction in outer space. And the bloody dimension surrounded by it.

The red sphere shrinks, then swells back like smoke. It scatters like water vapour in space. At the next moment, the curve's texture solidifies, and the hardened clouds collapse back inside. Light and space splitted and splattered. Where all that power is concentrated, there is a gap in construction.

Everyone who saw it knew. Beyond that gap is a room where the Savior is isolated.

Horace Child communicates.

“Artificial soul, what the hell are you doing! I made you calculate how to stop that! ”

In a conference room built into the minds of the attendees, the screams of the old man are heard.

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The artificial soul remained silent for a moment. After a brief gap, he replied with a psychic wave mixed with deep concern and indifference.

Transferring maximum restraint to the Savior's room. But it is not enough to stop the power of God to eat the dimension.

Hatred and anger were mixed in the voices of the old pioneers who cut off their horses and burned.

“Stop it! Stop it in time for such excuses! ”

Horace Child burst into fury. He couldn't stand the uproar.

Instead of waiting for an answer from the artificial soul, the old tentacles shout at the video.

“No, don't touch her! ”

The members of HoraiChild misunderstood that response. The Old Testament is a precious being essential to maintaining the dimensional barrier of this world. That objective fact provided ample likelihood to interpret the horrors of the old pioneers.

But Horace Child was screaming for a different reason than they thought.

“Crazy God! That crazy son of a bitch! ”

The old pioneer cries out to the fanatics, splitting apart.

“No! Don't touch that! ”

It's mine forever!

The old tentacles swallowed the last scream inward.

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The pioneer savior, who lost all his desires, stares at the changing environment.

He was trapped in his room, castrated one by one by the elements that specified his self, and there was very little left. What she has been through so far has been closer to being away from herself than losing herself.

The memory was neither forgotten nor lost. I was there without missing parts. However, the affirmative and complementary identity that connects memory to self has only disappeared. She looked into her memories and could not find subjective meaning. The memory was just there. Looking at the records of the past, no impulse or will has blossomed within her.

At the end of the pupil's gaze, the void tears and the red space swells up. And it swallowed everything up.

Oh, no!

An urgent psychic wave is emitted from the chair where the Savior of Nazin was sitting. The personality that controlled the tool, the artificial spirit that had served as the butler of the Savior in the past. Blood flashes past. Hundreds of cables extending from the chair and connecting all over her body are disconnected. Body fluids soaked from the truncated tubes.

Stop it, you!

Soon, the artificial spirit wave was cut off. The Red Dimension swallows up the entire room where the Old Testament was held. There was no longer a chair that restrained her or a cable that nourished and stimulated her. In a scary red lump of light, the Old Man's body rises.

Instead of swallowing her body, the red dimension wraps her around like a roll in the bottom of a tongue. The savior, who lost all his desires, spilled a directless thought into his head.

‘What you really came across in this world was not in my calculations. ’

The memory of losing color was monotonously regenerated. After losing her name, she threatened to contact the mad god Yoon Min-jun. But I didn't really want it. If it was intended to destroy this world, it was right to observe the situation without controlling Maibi or threaten Yoon Min-jun with more harsh means.

Instead, she moved Maibi behind her back and made the pioneers investigate Yoon Min-jun in more detail. As a result, Yun Min-jun was deported, and she lost all desires and self.

That was the form of 'suicide’ she planned.

The beggar, who lost his name, did not want a form of suicide that would destroy his own dimension in a coveted world.

A mad god doesn't covet a soul. What that god eats is only matter. Even if it was a god who ate the soul of diarrhea, the soul of the Savior could not be eaten, so the conclusion was almost obvious. If the pioneer dimension were to perish, she would have been neglected for a time of terror in the void that had collapsed to the channel. and will gradually collapse and disintegrate.

She didn't want to go through that pain. If he could not become a god like this, he would rather lose himself and forget all the suffering.

‘I didn't want you to come here. ’

With fanaticism in front of his eyes, the Old Testament lists his memories mechanically.

Looking at her blurred eyes unwillingly, the mad god smiled. The language of God flows into the mental world of the lost.

“Yeah, you weren't on my calculations either. ”

Eating a world was absorbing a world full of information.

“Later, I had an idea. You, as far as I'm concerned. ”

A mix of chirping and language.

“You are the only, almost only, savior in the whole world. ”

A pioneering world-like creature could not be found anywhere. As now, with almost all needs gone, there was no beggar who functioned as a perfect tool.

“And I'm a god, but on the other hand, I'm also a dimension. ”

The Savior, who does not gain the body and consequently does not become God, falls and becomes a new dimension. But the world of covetousness is an exceptional being that has become a god without a body. Because of its imperfections, she held together the divinity that is the result of success, and the identity that is the proof of failure.

“Don't you think it would be a good combination? ”

The opponent only lost his appetite, not even his ability to think. God kindly explains.

“The indigenous peoples of this world seem to have taken note of their role as the ‘shield' of the Savior. A dimensional barrier that protects against attacks, preventing attempts to open channels on other levels. ”

But God's thoughts were a little different.

“I want to focus on the other side. The Old Testament is a shield, but also a brilliantly polished weapon. Connecting a channel to another dimension is something you can't do. Only the old man can do it. If the dimensions are right, we can make our way anywhere. You can open the door anywhere. ”

The mad god was paying attention to his character as the 'spear’ of the Savior.

The fooding world whispers to the opponent.

“So, you lost your identity name, and now you lost your free will. A tool of great power. From now on, you must become the savior of the dimension" I. "”

Crazy God's laughter filled the space.

“It would be very different from the relationship between the world and the Old Testament. Is it a shareholder relationship? No, it's more like a user and a tool relationship. I will be your world and your master at the same time. ”

The language of God was not delivered to the pioneers. In a blurred image, the members were restless as they looked at the body of the Savior surrounded by the bloody dimension. Among other things, HoraiChild shines, stirring tentacles all around, and constantly stirring up artificial spirits.

If they say something they can't guess, the mad god continues.

“Channels are only connected to a similar level? You're right, but I can fix that. You think any of the dimensions I've come down with so far have hit me? I was just invited. You and I will replace that invitation process with something else from now on. ”

The mad god whispered in red.

“You just have to penetrate the channel within me, the country within the dimension. Sow the seeds as you shut up. And as soon as the channel in me connects to another world, I will flow through that door into that world. Yes. That way, I can eat countless worlds! ”

God smiled satisfactorily.

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