Hermit Wizard

Aberdag's face was facing beyond the horizon. But without being constrained by direction, he stared straight at me in the air without turning his head.

“I don't know what number you wrote, but stop resisting in vain. You don't know me yet. It is because I have compassion on you all who are left here instead of leaving! ”

I tried to burst into fury again with that lie.

“Did you let so many worlds and souls eat away when you said you had compassion? The hypocrites that swallowed them, and you ate them again? ”

Aberdag's lips twist. The image that copied my face as it was, was a horse with a face that was not mine.

“I wanted to save you all from the reality that unqualified people are slowing down the completion of the world. Without me, all the worlds would have continued their fervent history in the fight against the slightest possibilities. So I am left to save you. The Fallen have fallen and the Eaters have helped us make a choice to eat! ”

I crashed with a psychic wave toward my hatred.

“Despite the opportunity, the spills are eaten by predators and become part of him. The superior has the right to eat. I just made the rules that apply to every step of the way that the truth works equitably. The absurdity of sacrificing for the prey of the overcome, to end it. ”

At all stages?

I am confident because I am listening to that story.

“And you have the right to eat them because even those hypocrites are transcendent? ”

The Savior eats everything and survives. The truth behind it did not stop at pitying them and making them available for longer. The predation and survival of the Old Testament was not the final goal of that contradictory dimension, but merely a means.

“You started this because you couldn't stand the strong sacrificing for the weak? The goal is to reverse the absurdity? No, I don't think so. ”

Will the Savior, who has not chosen sacrifice, enjoy eternal life ever after? I decided that Aberdag's plan was not like that. The hypocrites were just getting a longer respite.

Just now, former Aberdag said: The Saviors have sacrificed everything and have chosen the path of maintaining themselves for a longer period of time. "The path of eternal existence at the expense of all."

After all, the self-centered contradiction that the Savior should not sacrifice for his prey, but that they were right to become Aberdeen's prey, had one obvious intention.

It sinks the anger a little. I look at my memory and the magnificent traces [of it]. The answer will soon be drawn. I realized it was ridiculous and disgusting.

Wrapped in a calm, cold contempt, and spit it out.

The voice rang.

“· · · Yes. If the powerful insist on ideas or values, the motivation was often not purely belief. Most of the time, I insist on it because it makes a profit for me. ”

The case of Aberdag was no different.

“The reason you made the passage, like now, where a handful of Saviors sacrificed the rest of the absolute majority is not just because you think it's right. It's not all about justice. ”

I cried with conviction.

“And hell, where the one who can eat eats all the rest. If the anchoring of such laws was in itself a purpose, you would have been merely a madman. But no, there are disgusting intentions here! ”

The top person in this pyramid, where the strong eat the weak, is Aberdag who created this framework.

“You, one day you were going to get rid of all the wizards you made! ”

Aberdag replied calmly.

“Yes. When the time comes, is it not natural? I also know that they and I are bound by the same law. ”

Aberdag's gaze flowed toward me.

“At the end of the day, they will all become full of being part of me. ”

It was also possible to guess why the number of hypocrisy was being called instead of eating up the arising clans.

So far Aberdag seems unable to intervene directly in other dimensions easily. The measure is to manipulate the Savior who can be related to the world. It sprinkles each one of its dimensions on its own, and if it succeeds in eating the world, it is carried back into itself. Waiting for the future to eat them one day.

Such hypocrisy was sometimes called to an end in the long run, restraining the dimensions that were likely to be completed. That's what happened in the dimension that Kilgenias left behind.

He shoots at Aberdag.

“That's funny. Who's to say that if you eat everything, you'll get perfection? ”

Then, the nucleus of the old world laughed like a black wind.

“If he had eaten away all possibilities and the only remaining being had been born alone, wouldn't it be the linguistic dogan to discuss imperfections with him? ”

It was now explicitly revealing its intentions.

Souls that are the source of the world. If all those seeds that have the same potential disappear at the moment of emergence. If there are no more candidates left to challenge completion. If one completely extinguishes beyond convergence, one is unlikely to evolve to completion. If all the objects to be compared are extinguished and there is only one being left.

I knew what integrity Aberdag was headed for.

“Ending all variables, possibilities and changes except you. That's it?”

At the same time, I was convinced of one hypothesis.

You were supposed to be a god and leave, but you didn't?

Being alone in this world is eternal fixation and immortality. It's a desperate disconnect that no one can interact with. I can only think of one reason for choosing that path, even though I have a much better choice.

A choice you should be confident that you will never achieve completeness if you do this anyway.

I laugh.

“I've heard a great deal of bullshit. ”

Aberdag opened his eyes wide.

“Even if you do this, you can still celebrate the week. ”

Yeah, I get it. Aberdag has evolved enough to intervene in the laws of all the worlds, but in the end, that world has never completely left here.

“After all, you failed half a penny to get to completion? ”

At that moment.

Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Down there, the colored sand began to shake with a massive shaking. As if the water were boiling, a round dune rises and sinks again, creating a large hole. Violent sandstorms everywhere. Below my feet, I became an Asura, but it didn't affect me.

Looking at me floating over his head, Aberdag exclaims closely.

“Why! Why doesn't it work? ”

Attempts of persistent mental pollution so far.

But I was holding back firmly. Rather, it is becoming increasingly free from its attacks.

Aberdag made a move, as if he would not acknowledge it. Shake the space while doing evil.

“How the hell! You! You're drawing so many selves! ”

Like a flutter, gold goes all over the human body. Something leaked through that crack, a mix of concepts and existences similar to the world nucleus that I saw in reality. It covered the human outline like a melting candlestick.

In the meantime, his eyes were covered with his body, which had not yet lost its human form. One of them cried out a black hatred from one pupil.

“Where the hell are you from? ”

I murmured at him in anger.

“· · · Now it reveals its true colors. ”

The moment you say so.

There were many "I" looking at Aberdeen at the same time.

I give a horse to an infinite number of selves who make up a set of selves.

‘We need to hold on a little longer here. ’

It was a commitment to oneself, and at the same time a guide to many other selves.

Consent to it came back in a form similar to 'self-confidence’ and 'determination’.

Aberdag, who now judges my condition to be a cluster, not an individual, is right. But he didn't even know the exact principle.

The moment he tried to contaminate my mind, I realized that I couldn't fight him for long. Even after [him] absorbed the trace he left as mine.

So what do we do?

The first thing that came to mind was the way Parvasse wrote it. He couldn't handle the magnitude of his enormous self, dividing it into infinite numbers. Now I needed to call it louder as opposed to his situation. We must join forces, not divide. But I'm one in the first place, so it doesn't matter if you break me and stick me back together.

After all, I needed the help of another child, not me.

So what I noticed was that my mind is stuck in this space, but my real body, precisely the world nuclear, is still in the Earth's dimension. In a state of constant circulation and communication with less than 50 trillion of those souls on Earth!

Yeah, 50 trillion. It was a number enough to feel that we might be able to crack the situation.

Afterwards, I tried to communicate with the spirits that circulate around me while facing Aberdag. Getting started was not easy. I felt like my mind was stuck here.

However, after an unprecedented effort, I succeeded in detecting them with greater mental influence than spirits and substances.

Now I wondered if I could see hope.

What I envisioned was to try to create a sort of serial structure by connecting my self with so many souls, even though the individual doses were so small that they could not be compared.

But the moment I succeeded in connecting, I realized that souls could not be as powerful as I wanted them to be.

Though it was difficult to anticipate, the circulating soul escaped from life and had no self. It was just a primitive will, and only a few of those who succeeded in evolution had a little memory and a form close to their selves.

After counting, 50 trillion souls could not be strong enough.

I thought it was irresistible enough.

But · · ·.

“Yes, Nooooooooom! ”

I think Aberdag looked up at me and noticed this side.

The sand that boils under his feet moves away from his intentions. The ongoing fight in the mental world draws further counterbalance.

He swallows his feet as the swamp swamps the place where he was standing.

“This is ridiculous! Are you trying to keep me here? ”

When I heard that, I thought, and the self that composes me, at the same time.

‘Yeah, I'm gonna have to stay here until it's done. ’

My connected children were unique, but they were also creating a collective will. Individual and collective thinking intersected like a matrix, blending in harmoniously without colliding with each other.

And the number of selves at this moment is definitely not 50 trillion.

· · · · · · has already exceeded 50 trillion. To the extent that it is impossible to count properly.

* * *

The moment I was so frustrated in my first attempt to connect with my soul.

I thought of the attribute of the power [he] passed on to me. And a plan was made in my head.

In a way, it seemed like a foolish idea. Are you sure? I've never done it on my own, so I doubt it, but I don't think it's impossible by nature.

So, I came into contact with the souls that pass through me and brought [him] 's ability to inherit it. It's the force that connects the past with the present time axis.

Physical intervention was currently impossible in a state of immobilization close to the mental body. Moreover, in this case, it was enough to use force only in the realm of the mind. What was needed was a vaster, deeper, more powerful sea of selves.

As I gamble, I split up some of my mind and shot myself into the past of souls. Even Aberdag didn't notice the escape of the debris. I didn't even monitor the escape beyond the time axis. It was a time regression that exclusively took place in the mental world, excluding material concepts.

I thought, many of those souls don't have a self right now, but they would have maintained themselves for the rest of their lives. The object I wanted to communicate with was the child of the past.

With that hope, I went across time. Fifty trillion souls who touch my spirit and pass by have lived before, and more than ever lived before.

Anchored in the realm of time, he stretches out the debris and swims deeper and farther into the depths of the past. In the process, he continued to make connections with his old self.

In doing so, I almost got frustrated again.

The dimension of the Earth is comparable to the overwhelming number of souls, with a short history of high life and few individuals. Among the 50 trillion souls, the proportion of those who have experienced life has not been very high. Some spirits have never taken a life ‘at this level’ for such a long time.

Yes · · · At this level.

As I continued to shoot my mind further into the past, I encountered a time zone.

The moment this universe first began my dimension.

If it were the ordinary dimension, if it were the soul of the ordinary world, I would not have been able to reverse their past deeper than that. The moment this universe is born is the moment of the birth of souls. That's the first time.

But this world, in the case of the souls that exist in me, was different.

The beginning of the earthly dimension that the souls perceive, the dimension that existed before, was the end of the 'first world’ that [the country] smoked as a nucleus. My end I don't remember. A time when the universe that I don't remember is doomed.

[He] restored all the more than 50 trillion souls I had eaten in my time zone, which was the nucleus of the first world. It was because of that. The moment I looked back on the past of the souls and faced that point, the moment I went back and entered the time zone [he] had reversed, it was unexpected for me.

It was the same thing as I taped it in the opposite direction again.

Let's reverse the timeline of the reverse. There was a flow of justice.

I personally watched the birth of the first world that remained in [his] memory. I saw the newly created souls. The first dimension grows. With the help of [it], the influx of souls continues. The souls have lived through a difficult number of lifetimes, even centuries, for a long time until the end of the world.

That is how I continued to connect with the fragments of life that the souls of my first-world childhood had experienced over and over and over and over again.