Hermit Wizard

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The years of obsession and solitude have nurtured madness.

My mother abandoned me.

A world depleted of souls murmured. The ego was twisted and rotten.

He left me because he became a god.

The world cursed her, even though she had chosen a painful method to avoid sacrificing the world, and at least had left with incomplete rapidity. Illogical thinking. Madness has contaminated the world's perceived causes.

The lost dimension nuclear, the self of the world, shoots hatred and resentment at the godly mother without eating herself. It was Hillan who had no way of reaching it.

I can't stand it any longer. I've been alone too long.

A long time has passed since the cosmic concept became absurd.

The world could no longer bear the pain of mere existence.

You'd rather kill me. Eat me!

desperately, the child screamed at the waves that transcended the dimension. It stretched beyond the limits of the world and reached other dimensions of the Old Testament.

Eat me and be a god! Because I want to finish, I want to finish. Everyone's fine. Any beggar is fine, so come here and eat me, please!

However, there was no savior who responded to it. It was a completely different reaction than the old fashionistas who used to be aiming for opportunities.

The reason was simple: the world reached the end of evolution and all it had to do was eat and put away, but there was no soul to eat, unlike before. The Saviors, who could become gods without eating a single soul, already had their own world close to completion, and were motivated to take risks and move on to a world targeted by the gods.

Please, eat me!

At the same time as the last soul disappeared from the child's universe, both the planter and the apostle also covered their tracks. But even then, very occasionally, the apostle wanted to reappear about an individual. It's like we're here to look at the state of the abandoned world.

Over time, the self of the Dimensional Nucleus began to plead with such apostles.

Please, God, not the savior. If you've eaten the world once already, you can eat it again, right? Please tell the god you serve. Please come here and get rid of me.

The apostle did not confront the words, but merely mocked and laughed at the dimension nucleus and disappeared. And as promised, no god came to eat the world. The world didn't know why. I was just desperate.

Then the child finally realized one possibility.

Perhaps, there is only one god who can eat the world!

A mother who went over the wall and went crazy and ate the rest of the world.

But the child's mother, who had already become an incomplete god, never sent an apostle to her child's universe. It was not God who made the apostle or priest in the first place. In addition, there were never any spells made during the time when the mortals remained in that universe. I guess it's because I was worried that I might hurt my own child.

The world clamoured for the surrounding dimension. Ask the Mad God to deliver his message. Tell him to come here and eat himself up. But none of the soothsayers who could hear the request told the ‘Mad God’ the weeping. No one spilled information about Aberdag's telecommunications network. It was because he was wary that contact with fanaticism itself could be a kind of invitation.

After all, the world was forced to make painful choices.

The child narrowed down his thinking very slowly. Slowed down the pace of thought and began to converge towards perfect justice.

In the meantime, it took twice as much time to suffer, or longer.

But the world didn't stop. Slowly, but without stopping, I lost the ability to think.

There is no way to extinguish a dimension on its own unless it is eaten by someone. Thus the world did not disappear even at the end. The world was exactly where it was.

Instead, I stopped the child's own self from perceiving the pain. As the ego that characterized the world ceased to exist, it could in some ways be called death.

The world didn't think anymore. I did not retain myself.

The world is dead.

* * *

I froze looking at the old memories [my] shows.

And, barely speaking out. My whispering, indistinguishable from the psyche or voice, was shriveled by fear, but at the same time I was furious like fire and desperate endlessly on the one hand.

“· · · You could have told her? ”

Now I know it clearly. I know her identity.

“You were able to convey to the world of foodies how her child is! ”

“· · · So eat your own child? Even late?”

When I saw [me] 's face, I was forced to stop talking. Even without a visual impression, I could see that cold sorrow was pouring out.

[I] said in a thirsty voice.

“No, I couldn't. No matter how crazy she was, could she even eat her own world? Was she the one who overcame the extreme pain to stick to her choice not to eat? ”

“· · · You don't know that. ”

“Yeah, I don't know. So I couldn't tell you. And · · ·. ”

She smiled beautifully at me.

“I was so afraid that after I made contact with her, she would give you a billy to eat. ”

I looked at [me] firmly.

“The memory I'm showing you right now is so long ago that you can't even guess. I didn't know so much about God at the time that I knew about the world of covetousness. To what extent is that madness reachable? · · conversations possible. Of course I do now. It implied that you were getting her spells. But then I was so scared that she would eat my child. So I couldn't tell her anything. ”

I was saying that the reason I left her child in pain was to protect me.

I muttered as I swallowed a grueling emotion.

“You · · · you · ·! ”

“You have no idea how much I love you, my child. ”

This time, warm sorrow flows.

“You'll never guess, you'll never guess. ”

In a dream where self was mixed, [I] thought. I had no idea that the courage to give you everything I had could come from the inside of [me].

It was sad and heartbreaking for her to live every day on the day that everything she had promised to do with looking at me long ago.

· · · ·.

That much.

“In the end, I had to find a way to protect you from the gods. How you can survive as you do after I'm gone. ”

Hearing that, I cried out,

“Why did the gods do that to the world? ”

What is God?

“If what you do after you become a god is what you end up doing! ”

Despite his departure as a Savior, the world remained intact. In such a world, why destroy the soul? Why should those who are already gods do that?

“Why were they given such rapidity in the first place? ”

Me and [me] 's ego intersect and resonate, bumping into each other.

“What the hell is God? ”

“What is God? ”

The two words resounded at the same time.

[I] listen quietly to the fragrance of my words. After such a brief silence, I cut into small murmurings.

“God can be anything. ”

I said in a mixed tone.

“Eating the world to be like that, and doing it with that power is destroying a world that has lost its god? ”

“The gods now devour all the possibilities of the world, and then they become the unlimited possibilities themselves. ”

It was my brain that I had just heard.

[I] joins the words.

“But can we call them true gods? Me and her used to have this conversation. Instead of eating all the possibilities if you're a true god, shouldn't you be the one who brings more possibilities to the world? Shouldn't he be the one who aims at all possibilities to himself, instead of diverting them outwards? ”

“Should we give the world more possibilities? ”

“Yeah. That was one of the stories we used to talk about. But in the end, I couldn't find a way to do that until the moment I was about to collapse. ”

In front of me, [I] laughed vaguely.

“That's why I had to choose the old method. It's not just me, it's you. By giving you everything I have, and everything I have in the future. ”

“To make me a savior? ”

“Yes, I gave you my soul. I gave you my essence as a savior. ”

· · · · · Soul?

I was dumb and I was listening to it.

“It was an adventure for me because it was my first try. It was dangerous. Probably the first of all saviors. Just as she tried to cross the wall for the first time without eating the world, I chose a whole new way. ”

“· · · What does that mean? ”

“The nucleus of your dimension is bound to your soul, right? ”

[I] laughed.

“So, where do you think that soul would have come from in the first place? Did he just pick a random human soul? ”

I remembered a dream I had before. A dream that went on at the time of [me].

‘She,’ she said.

It will also prove that we are still incomplete. You, too, are still influenced by my story I heard during the apocalypse. For the reason that you are a human beggar who has been around for a long time, I also keep looking for you.

“Her race, yours, human race! ”

“Yeah. You've seen that dream, right? ”

“Was my soul originally your soul? ”

“Yes, my soul as a savior. ”

But my soul must be!

“The Old Testament has crossed two walls. But everyone who has seen my soul is a soul that has not yet crossed a single wall! ”

“That's because, at the last minute, I stole the power of the Eternal Night and hid myself. ”

I think. The Chaos Song, the Savior, looked into the bottom of the soul and gave me the name "The Soul of Seclusion."

“True seclusion makes it impossible to find even your own existence. Forget yourself. ”

Even though he didn't fully grasp everything, did he still find a clue close to the source?

“· · · I don't understand well. ”

“With the soul of the Savior, we could not repeat the countless cycles, nor could we be perfectly fused. Rather than saying that my horizons are overwhelmingly high, the dimensional nucleus is a different concept than the original soul, so it was almost hard for you to take the initiative in it. That's why I hid my soul with the power of God. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“But the process was not perfect, and, as a result, it was a soul that did not cross the wall externally, but remained like a very strange, unbalanced architecture that could not be compared to a normal human being. ”

I'm confused.

Nevertheless, only one thing was clearly understandable.

This is the way of sacrifice, chosen by my Savior.

“If I can't leave you, I'd rather be prepared to have everything for you. That's how I chose it. ”

I woke up sick and shaken my emotions.

“It was very dangerous. But luckily, I managed to take my first steps and have been walking well lately. As the Black Dragon appeared, it began to twist. ”

The Black Keeper. As soon as I hear his name, I bring out the long-standing question.

“How did the savior get to Earth? You were already my savior! ”

“No, not exactly. ”

[I] shakes her head and says,

And the words that followed shook and shook me, bearing the fact that I had never imagined.

“This world is the second flower I bloom with seeds called you. ”

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