Hermit Wizard

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“· · · I woke up from that dream. ”

At the end of my story, Parvash and Maru were locked in their thoughts for a while. I waited for a response in static and said with a heavy expression.

“What do you think? ”

Ask for two opinions. It was Parvasse who took out the horse first.

[It must have been a lot more than I dreamed of last time. Assuming that the dream is reproducing the events of the past as they were.]

This morning, even after I opened my eyes, I blurred between the tip of my dream and the sharp reality. The remnants of the dream that encroached on the interior gradually disappeared over time, but the memory was clearly left in my head. Rarely, I remembered clearly how the dream began and how it flowed.

What remained in my heart after I regained consciousness was convincing emotions, not mine. Missed. Sad. Pale regret. A tribute to something irreversible.

My cheeks were lifting up and tears were pouring down and I was terribly embarrassed.

Of course, there is only one object that can be remembered and guessed.

I wasn't Yoon Min Joon in my dream. He had a definite self as a much older being, and the joy, sadness, expectation and shock he felt were being transmitted to me unfiltered.

During the dream, I was the subject of perspective, but when I woke up, I took a step back and became an observer. Yoon Min-jun felt a unique trace of me in his dream. It was like a mental fingerprint.

The trace felt from me in the dream resembled [him] having a spiritual conversation in the pioneer world.

That is why we have already been almost monotonous about the point of the dream.

“Yes. In the last dream, [he] was much more intimate with his opponent. It seemed pretty formal this time. ”

Maru got a horse.

“At the time of my last dream, it seemed like she had come to a point where I couldn't put off being a god anymore. But at this point, I think it was only a matter of time before the world gained its identity. ”

I nod. In a dream I had in the pioneer world, she definitely said, There came a time when I couldn't take it anymore, and I made a choice. Become a god without eating the world, beyond the walls.

[he] used to make such a mess of her.

Parvasse, hmm, shed his voice.

[By the way, you were from a human.]

“· · · so. ”

Maru laughed at the tentacles and said,

“Is there a connection between the nucleus of the world and what is hidden in the human soul? ”

[You may have been more familiar with human souls because you're from human origin.]

I looked at Parvasse and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

“Do you have any idea where they're from? ”

Parvasse shakes his head.

[There are more than one savior from human origin, and the information that one of them was a mythical existence alone does not provide a measurable indicator.]

I turned my gaze toward the floor, but he also swayed the tentacles with a negative meaning.

“The pioneers don't have all the information about all the dimensions, they don't know exactly the time zone of the incident. Maybe it was before the pioneers appeared in the world. ”

Ah, really. I sighed.

How long exactly does it take for the Savior to become a god? How long has it been since [he] made his choice to become a god?

I realized that the events of my dreams could not even gauge the extent of the distasteful past.

“But seclusion, I know who the two of you are, but I care a lot about what you said at the end. ”

He threw a calm look at me.

“In a way, the conversation between the two of us is to overturn the fact that we all took for granted and to question it from a fundamental stage. ”

Parvasse then made an incredibly complicated expression.

[· · · Why should the world be eaten?]

The floor clashes with tentacles.

“Yes. Was the world born to be eaten solely by the Old Man? ”

The clear eyes of the floorboard were shining hard on both of us.

“As a matter of fact, the pioneers have been stubbornly digging for a long time. But our attention was focused on solving the problem. We focused on how we could evolve without eating the world, and there was actually a lack of research on the source of the problem. Because the sources of information we had access to were too limited. The only Savior we could talk to was the Momentum Savior, no, the Momentum Savior, and God could not kindly tell us that story. ”

Even if I studied it more deeply, it would have been part of the relationship between God and the world.

The floor looked at us and said,

“The same question has plagued pioneers for many years. What does the world mean, only to become a body later? Then, what is the meaning of that long process to the end? Why is the big concept of the world so beautiful? ”

He said it like a flute.

“What is the meaning of the vast universe, the ferocious nebula, the life in which matter and matter react and coincidence and coincidence overlap, the ecosystem in which they evolve and relate to each other, the civilization and intelligence that is born through the playfulness of more terrible coincidences than that? Is it just this complex, sophisticated, infinite number of beings and events that are born to be eaten? ”

Me and Parvasse were listening to a set of small tentacles intertwined like a hollow.

“Then, why do souls exist? ”

There was a calm wave in my heart.

Souls. The most fundamental form of meaning of the world.

“Is the end of this act of circling, living, distinguishing oneself, evolving and building diversity devoured only? · · · No, Dad said. ”

He said after throwing the word out as if he were spitting bitter sand.

“The soul evolves to avoid being eaten. The desire to exist for longer leads to evolution. But there are very few souls that can run away like that, right? Are all destined to perish with the world, except for the Savior who will not be a handful of souls, who will not give up, but will soak himself through life? ”

The floor slowly shook the tentacles.

“The pioneers couldn't find the answer to this question. There was too little material to construct the answer to the ‘why’ question. So I tried to focus on" how "rather than" why. "That effort is still ongoing. ”

Parvasse got into it.

[However, if the conversation between the Saviors that Min Joon saw in his dream is true, it could be a clue.]

I murmured.

“The Old Testaments. The saviors.”

At that point they were not both gods.

“Modern soothsayers don't seem to be curious about that. ”

Neither Chaos nor Gramiel nor the Black Keeper seemed interested in this fundamental concept. I was only obsessed with absorbing more souls through channels and evolving.

“Is it because she's interested in someone who existed a little bit longer? Was it possible for the Saviors to think differently from the past? Even at her time, the Old Testament encouraged the evolution of the Immortal. ”

Speaking of which, I have a feeling that something decisive is hidden in this area.

The Savior must eat his soul. Let's find a soul that doesn't cross the wall.

Why, however, do they urge prey to avoid becoming their prey?

That act is as if · · ·.

“Become something I can't eat? ”

A beggar who calls the immortals to his place.

Awkward, bizarre.

This is the opposite of what the Old Testaments think and naturally do in common.

“In fact, I wasn't thinking deeply about her question. ”

What I was thinking flowed through my lips.

“What happened to her later? Will he be a god?”

Did you really challenge yourself to become a god without eating the world like you dreamed? Was it successful?

“If you have become a god in your own way, you may be one of the gods we know. ”

When I heard that, the floor shook its tentacles lightly. Parvashe reveals his fangs with a groaning sound beyond his throat.

At this moment, maybe the three of us are all thinking the same thing.

I know that there is only one being who has become a god beyond the wall without eating the world.

Moreover, I heard something very troubling in my dream.

“She said that the indigenous peoples who lived in her dimension worshiped the world itself as a god. ”

I had heard of a similar situation once. The opponent who told me that story was God.

“Is it a coincidence? ”

Is such a world really common?

An ominous feeling that I might in some way confirm the facts in a direction different from what I expected bothered me.

* * *

It was not more than ten days ago that we came face to face with the lion.

This first occurrence was the appearance of a similar plant covered in black fur, which began to grow around the Moscow Channel.

Russia's power, which had already been invaded by giant root plants, was alarmed by the case of China, which was just before the collapse of the central government, which responded very closely to the crisis because of alien plants appearing in its territory.

Moreover, unlike the St. Petersburg channel, where the xenophobics called themselves Saints as soon as it opened, the Moscow channel was a peculiar case in which the xenophobia did not emerge despite the fact that two years had passed since it opened. The Russian military expedition that went into it also did not find civilized species or valuable resources, so the heat of exploration gradually withered and was slowly forgetting.

So suddenly there was this side of the channel that was so far away from everyone's interest that the country could be turned upside down.

Foreigners reported on this phenomenon, and the Russian government tried to harvest the vegetation that covered the ground without leaving behind, but the 'black haired gossary’ grew and reproduced at a rate out of common sense. The speed of the North Gyeonggi evoked it, so the Russians reacted more hysterically.

Moreover, the proliferation of plants had a distinct orientation. The black plants move toward the east, creating a long, densely shaped habitat. Considering that the people mobilized by the Russian government had dug through the land and collected it all, the next day there was a form closer to the eastern point than that.

What I faced with them was when the frontier of habitat was almost at the border between Russia and Mongolia.

Wei Ying!

Dry winds blew in the meadows. The end of autumn and the beginning of winter are the seasons for fighting. There are no Russians or Mongols around. This plant has grown faster than they realize.

The plant I saw close by was almost as tall as my waist. The branches, which extend in the shape of a rose, have rounded ends and are covered with curly black hair.

· · · · · No, there is something to correct.

In fact, classifying this organism as a plant is incompatible with the Earth's standards.

It didn't even fit into the classification used by wizards.

The plant that we recognize is a creature that doesn't distinguish itself and that doesn't have a soul either.

But there was definitely a soul in that Gosari colony before my eyes.

I go through Parvasse and throw it at the opponent by conceptualizing its meaning.

You don't have to come all the way to Korea. Tell me here.

If you follow the path of the plant more, the end is pointing to Korea.

As soon as my intentions were conveyed, the black haired gossari sent me telepathy with a mix of ‘shy' emotions.

I tried to find the place where you were just like I told you before, but I'm not disappointed that you gave it to me.

Gosari shook his body in the wind and was a respectful psychopath.

It is a great honor to meet you, 'Secret Soul.’

Then I draw out the main conclusion.

As I have already said, he wants to make an unconditional peace agreement with you.

I frowned and looked at the Old Man's lion in front of my eyes.

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