Hermit Wizard

It was around the age of eight.

Suddenly a robot toy talked to me. It was the moment when the usual routine collapsed. My only friend and teacher who likes to hang up on incomprehensible words. Parvasse.

Afterwards, he memorized the raw knowledge, learned to control the senses he had not felt, and practiced the process of expressing power into reality.

Then, when did I start imagining the wrong thing? I would have summoned a small but sharp summoner with a sharp tooth, and then my contract was accidentally broken and my left wrist torn apart.

Parvasch's method of education was ironclad and systematic, so the first summons of dangerous creatures were made after learning how to make a very basic elixir and preparing enough stockpiles. The moment the flesh and bones were torn apart, the chewed area hit me with a burning sensation and a feeling of black biting in my head.

After regaining consciousness, the wrist was regenerated. It was thanks to Parvash who took control of my body through the back door for a while. I was halfway out of my mind and moved according to his urge. After the summoner couldn't swallow them all, I recovered my cut hand and his corpse, half melted in digestive fluids, and burned them on the hind mountain.

I looked at the vivid flame created by magic in an unrealistic feeling that seemed separate from me and advised. Is this all true? In fact, I think it's a day-to-day fantasy, and I think it's true that it doesn't exist.

I realized it again as my head thickened and I began to observe the surroundings objectively. It seemed like I was the only one in the world who went through this. As I grew up, I wondered, why did this happen to me alone, among so many Earthlings over six billion degrees?

Maybe everything is a horribly bad quality prank. There's no reason for the world to be special to me, so this world itself may be fake. Maybe a scientist who believes in evil has put my brain in the trunk and locked my psychiatric senses in a virtual world that has everything under control.

I didn't tell Parvash, but I secretly prayed.

Scientists are watching me right now. If you are listening to my story now, please replace this plot with something happier. If that's not possible, make me someone who can't feel anything anymore, someone who doesn't have a hard time doing this.

In the meantime, the reason for this was because of the safety devices that restricted the scope of the · · · accident that Parvasch had hidden in me. Knowing that is what happens over time.

The safety devices had a number of functions, but they were exemplary of controlling the flow of accidents in a distinct direction, among others.

There's no way the world is going around me.

If I intervene, I can't change the world.

When I go out there, it just gets dangerous.

“I didn't know it then. ”

I fly through a vortex of possibilities. Then I quietly whispered to Parvash, who was connected to the mental world.

“Parvasse, remember? ”

I recall one of the memories he preached to me and then sent it in the form of a psychic wave.

Parvasse smiled bitterly and copied what he said in memory.

’You can't save the world, you can't.’ · · · Yes, I said that.

“I've got my bare feet, Parvash. I was the world. ”

Moreover, what we are trying to do now is that the country will be affected not only by one dimension, but by many other worlds. In fact, all that exists is the world.

Min-jun. Here.

Charlanche, who surrounds me, gazes at Parvasse, who looks away in the darkness.

As he approached, he opened his mouth instead of the psychic.

“All right, you're barely here. I was waiting.”

He was facing me in a completely different way from the body he had maintained until recently.

“Parvasse, what about the body? ”

Instead of a bizarre and gigantic monster, there stands before me a kind of human with sharp-eyed eyes. An attraction unlike the rest of humanity on Earth. A colorful tattoo flickers over the skin.

It was close to his essence, as I had seen a few times in my dream.

Parvasse shrugs like it's nothing.

“Totems that had stayed until then were too weak to survive here. That's why I robbed the Pioneer Warehouse. I reconstituted myself with a decent substance. Let's move on from here. ”

I nodded and swam alongside him in the dark.

The dimension of Aberdagra did not resemble anything I had imagined in the past. It was closer to the whirlpool of chaos than the world of gods. One of the trajectories, which led to the distraction of all sides, felt a fullness of divinity, but they mingled, shaking and twisting like an Abyssal instead of establishing order. After that, Aberdag, who encroaches on the Red Dimension, decisively restrains the invasion and shakes the construction.

Everything collapses and breaks. A pale, dark trunk that penetrates there. I swam in the night with no one else in this dimension. Along the path I followed, the light stalk connected to the ’child' was also long.

“That's spectacular.”

The boundaries of the two dimensions have been moved deeper. The contact surfaces of the world colliding with each other were the storms of biting and covetousness themselves. That distant, coveted world swallowed up another handful of dimensions. Replacing that subjective scale with a physical concept would be about a few galaxies. Aberdag's universe melts and is sucked into the red world.

!

Aberdag also resisted by dividing the surrounding construction. Space splits and time wiggles like fire. The enemy materialized and flattened. An unheard roar thrilled my senses. The fierce fight between the two worlds continues.

Yeah, keep it that way. Eat each other and get entangled.

For a moment, the Apostle watches over him and asks him:

“How do you not know the location of Aberdag's nuclear world? ”

Parvash is leading me there now.

“Was that also recorded in the academic records? ”

He shakes his head.

“It wasn't meant to be. You know, academic records don't record everything in the world from the beginning. Aberdag has never been recorded before. Records started when I broke into this place. ”

In the form of infiltration, the Apostle of Furvagios came.

“It's not a complete, holistic concept. Records are not left to eternal and immortal nature, but they are erased during the course of time. But some important things, for example, the truth of the cosmic scale, which is repeatedly recorded, remain indelible. Most of what now exists is the same thing that has been repeated since time immemorial before the birth of the race. ”

His words lead calmly.

“But that's not even a complete record. There's no such thing as omnipotence in this world. ”

The world that Parvasse is talking about now was not a small unit like the Earth dimension or where the pioneers lived, but a larger concept that encompasses all its dimensions.

“No one knows everything, no one has the ability to know. The concept of complete omnipotence does not belong to this world. Because when it's done, we leave here. ”

I repudiate.

“But I've seen something that's weak, but I've touched the cell. She knew from the moment she was born. ”

The nucleus of the pioneering world, which even identified information that was not on academic records. The kid.

Parvasse was positive.

“He instinctively read the deepest archives of academic records. It's the ability to combine those materials and turn them into information, in contrast to reality. I read the last chapter of the Scripture in depth and assembled new information with it that was not even authorized by any priest or apostle. ”

I questioned him.

“Why can only the child do that to a nucleus that has not sinned? Why would Furvagios allow that? ”

“Of course I have to allow it. ”

Then he added:

“That's why there's someone I serve. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I ask again after a moment of silence.

“The Bible without the last chapter? ”

The identity of the person bearing that name, [he] speculated:

I ask again, as I confirm.

“The scripture without the last chapter is not the manager of the academic record, but the academic record itself, right? ”

“Exactly. As expected. ”

“Is he the scripture soon?

“Yes.”

“Was it God who praised and honored the Scriptures? ”

“The Scriptures are already completed and the gods who have left, the gods who will leave in the future. It's written for both of us, and it's being recorded right now. ”

The former predicted, but the latter unexpectedly.

“An academic record is a record of this world where the dead live. Why do you consider the record of the unfinished to be a scripture for the unfinished? ”

“Minjun, think of the gene and the base sequence. It's kind of a record, isn't it? A record that communicates something that is alive to something else that is going to live on in the future. ”

I have seen the reality of academic records while taking orders from Furvagios.

It was drawing an intersecting spiral trajectory of light debris collected and created.

“The Bible has documented in depth the process by which the world gains perfection from a distant time. Records are an act of honor. Praise the complete god. Release that insight to the nucleus of the newborn world. That's why you get to know yourself as soon as you have yourself. Who you are and what you need to do next. Just as a newborn life instinctively knows how to cry, grow, and suck, the nucleus knows how to move through an academic record. Through the trail left by the world that is still not here. ”

Parvasse calmly defined it.

“The academic record is the genetic information that the universe that left first communicates to the universe that is left behind and to the universe that will be born next. At the same time, it's a tribute to a god who has already gained integrity. And a scripture for candidates for perfection in the future. It does not end forever, and therefore the last chapter does not exist. because what's being recorded is almost all the information in this universe, and it's going to be recorded as long as the world continues to be born. ”

“If so, why is it trying to help me? ”

“His involvement started with cooperating with [him]. ”

Parvasse showed some memory. The day [he] planted the seed channel for me for the first time, [he] searched the ruins of various dimensions and dimensions to see if there was anything that could help me.

“Of that infinite possibility, it was no coincidence that I stood out to [him]. ”

I quickly understood the implications of that.

“He found you, too. ”

“It wasn't a coincidence. He intervened. ”

Parvasse joins the horse.

“After he sent me to you, he tested it once. ”

Parvasse showed another scene. A scene that [him] didn't remember transmitting with me when he came to the end. It was assumed that it would be eaten by a covetous world and belonged to a crumbling memory fragment.

In that video, [he] took my initiative for a while and then confronted another apostle in Purbagio.

“That was a test? You went through with it?”

“Yes.”

Parvash's determination was strong.

“And now that [he] has made a foothold at his own expense, he has decided to intervene more intensively and help you instead. ”

I thought I could understand what the scripture without the last chapter meant.

“He said that the Scriptures exist for the completed God and the God to be completed. But now! ”

“Yes, Min-jun. Can you guess now? God hasn't been born for too long. It's been stagnant for a long time. There was not a single complete existence in between. That's it?”

Parvash's voice overlaps the feelings of someone other than him.

“It wasn't until Min-jun that we had access to the deepest layers of academic records. The Savior induced them all to commit a sin. I lost my right to be a god. ”

Ever since Abertag distorted everything, Purbagios has lost his reason for his existence.

Purbagios waited for many years, and then finally went out of tolerance.

“So they sent me, and they infiltrated Aberdeen. I live in this world that has never been recorded in so many years. ”

During a fierce battle between fanaticism, Aberdag, and falsehood, Parvash quietly hid in the dark and recorded this unusual dimension.

“Here we are. ”

The hills of the night were flowing and flowing towards the center of the world.

I stared where he looked together.

“That's it!”

It is · · · · where the gaze is directed.

When I first saw the nucleus of the pioneering world, I came to me with a similar but different sensation. You can clearly recognize that something exists there, but you can't easily describe it as a physical shape.

However, there were a few things I could tell for sure.

Now, that dimension of the nucleus was immersed in something else, so I didn't notice any traces of Parvash and the scattered night.

And · · ·.

“Different. · · Not at all different. ”

I couldn't feel the homogeneity I sensed when I first encountered him. I wonder if that's the right dimension of the nucleus.

Moora Shy was in the heart of Aberdag, which was hard to define.

There · · · · · ·.

Numerous things, believed to correspond to the nature of the existence, were brought together and boiled. At first, I felt like I saw a black frozen pupil. A creepy, malicious gaze that has been watching everything that exists. What was in it was a limited choice and a confusing norm. I persevered for the longest time, but in a hasty manner, the history of the oldest world around it flowed like tears. The silence that seduced sin seemed to be heard, but most of them were close to the remnants of the distant past.

“Enough.”

Parvash stops me. I take a look at the Dimensional Nuclear.

“Parvasse, I understand. ”

Just a few days ago, in the process of recognizing and individualizing the nucleus of Aberdag, the boundaries of thought and sensation collapsed. It was difficult to distinguish them perfectly.

What that means is · · ·.

“There's a mix of existence and concept. ”

I could tell from the face to face.

Parvasse confirmed what I said.

“Yeah, it stopped on the way. ”

I turned what he omitted into a complete sentence.

“Aberdag stopped during the process of going from imperfect existence to the concept of completion, right? ”