Hermit Wizard

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My self is swept away by the turbulence of time that pours upside down.

When I woke up, the realm was far away. There were no Philadelphia, no pioneer world, no collapsing Kilgenia Pros, and no Parvasch who was already giving and receiving dialogue. It's just the clouds of space and time that melt like water and shake like storms. The force that bends me relentlessly descends in the opposite direction, like a horse unraveled from the reins. After that, it continued to go further.

Being present as a spirit in counter-current time was similar to being fixed in stopped subjective time. The tornado in one direction, which continues indestructible, was felt to be static. In that relative, I was constantly heading to the past, to a longer past than that. I reasoned as I drifted into the timeline of the backlash that I had created. The process was long enough to feel like eternity, but it didn't seem to end.

This upheaval was proving that the self had left that time zone, but that the nucleus of the real world had not broken or disappeared. Unlike the fanatical child, the Earth's nucleus continues to function. The fact that the time storm that still swept me was so strong meant that the regression of Kilgenias I intended was going on without losing momentum.

In real time, Kilgenia will eventually regress to its most fundamental unit, leaving only an overwhelming number of souls and nuclei in the world. And I, the nucleus of Earth, will also rebuild there in connection with other nuclei.

Only, Yoon Min Joon is not there. It was the result of avoiding the influence of unexpected mental attacks.

If so, has there been a new self blooming in my nucleus of ‘now’, not Yoon Min Joon? Like Parvasse did?

I didn't know the answer at the moment. I thought this question would not be buried without a lasting answer, and I felt a deep fear that was incomparable from when I had similar thoughts before. It came to grief that everyone existed and that I was the only one who left and disappeared in the process of moving forward. That everything that is irrigated through me will continue without me.

Historian so quickly, the time line of the past passed through me. It was the past of everything that has existed so far. I tried not to forget me in the meantime. To maintain a self named Yoon Min-jun.

I think it was too long, but at the same time it was too short. Removing a huge trace from him and confining it to a self named Yoon Min-jun has only been a little over 20 years. That's just Charlotte's life.

Angry, annoying, absurd, sad.

Overlapping thoughts and thoughts follow. The flexibility of the reason and the various emotions that leak from the corner have helped me not to blur my contours.

While so swept away, I tried to slow down the middle, middle flow. It was part of an effort to keep me a little longer subjective.

Its efforts have been successful and have failed.

The changes that are happening around me are, fortunately, one of those handful of success stories. I think I can stay here for a while. I didn't remember how many times.

The landscape turns upside down. The turbulence stops for a while. Instead of being swept away by the flow, my mind floated in the air of the material system.

I look around. Under the shadow of a tree, I see a strong upward trend of incense. It was in the mountains where tranquillity flowed.

Although all kinds of wild plants appear to be a natural landscape in search of order in disorder, a closer look reveals someone's involvement. I'm easily noticing traces of Yoon Min Joon's foresight and sensibility. I didn't have to turn my eyes to see them all.

The shape of the stone that is placed all over the place draws a bend that is just right for the owner of a body like me, a human creature, to sit or lie down. Wherever I sat, there were beautiful plants, trees, and bushes at a glance, and nothing covered my sight. A place created by thoroughly calculating even the angle of the sun over time.

I saw a man sitting in the middle of it that was part of the forest landscape. There were no comparable targets nearby, but I thought they were very tall. The look of stability and emptiness intersects and clumps in your face. Being able to make such a face means that it has been around for a very long time.

Maybe as much subjective time as I've been through so far?

Or longer than that.

The man was listening to the wind of the forest and savoring the sun that was leaking through the branches. I was only looking at him like that, but I understood the fragmented piece of what he was thinking. Yeah, I feel it.

Now, the man is curious. Where is this guy so quiet that he's interested in selling these days?

The world seemed to have read that curiosity.

Breaks the air in the static forest, the void cracks, and a large screen pops up. It was illuminated by a view of outer space that was completely incompatible with the surrounding landscape. The planets are flying in heat, apparently created by civilized species in starry seas. Someone who made that screen said to the man from a distance.

Father, can you see? Humanity has developed a way to amplify the Bartogamium reflector. That's my first experiment. If you succeed, you can leap to the end of the universe without distorting reality as before. They say they can temporarily create a real-world light system, enter a spaceship, and then get to a much farther space in a simple way that connects the destination of the real-world space to the exit of the light system. Amazing, isn't it?

Within the screen, white cracks were spreading out in front of the procession of flying spaceships. Seeing the figure, the man frowns slightly. His thoughts flow into me. It looks like the residents of this dimension have also developed some strange technology. Instead of being curious about the new invention, the man sends his greetings.

“Yes, I'm fine. How are you? It's been a long time. ”

Then the man who called him the father replied with a shriveled psychic.

I'm sorry. Humans make a lot of fun stuff these days.

The man who hears it sighs lightly. I think with a bitter smile on my face. Between the man and the voice, there is a string of dark emotions.

The voice constantly chatters about how much more human civilization has evolved lately, what is happening in the 59 galaxies they have occupied, and what this new technology means for human civilization.

“I don't know what's great. You can make it easier. ”

It's amazing that a bunch of powerless creatures like me have done it. You understand.

“Well.”

The planets that humans have developed are all saturated, right? We've been able to observe it, but we can't reach it with leap technology, so we can explore the habitable planets that we've abandoned. They'll be more prosperous!

The man who heard it looked around with a new look. It is said that this vast universe has grown in number, and I do not feel that it is popular around him. In fact, it was rare to hear this forest as well as the entire planet making noise all day long. This star is prepared solely for men by the protagonists of their voices.

Because he had lived too long, the man was no longer much of an attentive subject, and the external stimuli were also unwilling. What he wanted was to spend time in a quiet place and see the landscape he liked until the day he celebrated his last moments. And if there's one more thing, I'd like to hear from his kid sometime.

The world drifts after God.

After the last evolution, I have nothing to worry about. All the channels are closed, and there are no demons or other strange species coming in, and now there's really only one thing left for humanity to thrive on.

A man still can't understand. How could he love her like that? These are the artifacts that live in the universe. It's like being born to do that.

Even though I've already eaten so many souls that are the source of them.

Now the only remaining threat is to make mistakes on its own.

There was a subtle mix of emotions in the voice of those who said it. It was a rare thing, so the man is confused and asks.

“What happened? ”

‘It is · · ·.’ The voice continues to speak.

It appears that humans have had a major accident during the development of the technique of amplifying the tertiary reflector. It was created on a temporary basis and then lost control of the accessory space that had to be wiped out again, resulting in cracks. The photosystem intervened in the real-world space, and a crisis almost blew through the galaxy.

A man who had guessed how the end of the case would be.

“So you've been apprenticed again? ”

· · · Yes. I can feel the space twisting!

The world has quietly sent a part of its memory to men. I saw a large gold spreading throughout the galaxy that is incomparable with the cracks I see on the screen now. The moment that white line crossed the darkness assimilated to reality, everything around it was a crisis that would collapse.

But that didn't happen. The world intervened the moment the crisis was detected. In an instant, the crack caused the crack to rebound.

Seeing that memory with a huge divergence of power, the man thought deeply. That's a little crazy when compared to the self that evolved just before the last wall.

“Yes, you saved them again. ”

However, the emotions that came up in response to the words were very heavy. When asked why, the boy replied:

I've been hearing this lately. Is it true that you keep doing this?

“Hmm? What does that mean? ”

At first I started with something very simple. If the drought comes, let us know the well, foresee if the storm seems to be on fire, and if we can't find anything to eat, send a lost wild animal in front of us.

“Yes, I did. ”

The man remembered everything he had done since he had his own self. He hasn't rested since he first started. The work of saving and rescuing, among other things, the dead who live there.

And as history goes on for a very long time, the crisis facing humanity has also become bigger and more deadly, and the world's ability to save humanity from it has also become even more powerful.

If I hadn't been here this time, one galaxy would be completely gone.

“Do they know you've been involved? ”

Yes, of course. A lot of people are thanking me and praying.

However, it was not as proud as it used to be.

Father, whenever there is a major crisis, is it right for me to continue to save that species?

“ · · · · · ·. ”

As much as I don't care about the mortal, the man was a subject I never thought of. I thought for a moment and replied.

“But thanks to you, humans have prospered like this. ”

Yes, it didn't stop all crises and fights, but it intervened when I thought more than one human being would be sacrificed. When.

A confused emotion flowed with silence, and I heard my voice again.

Maybe I've taken away the opportunity for humans to be self-reliant, to stand on their feet in the true sense.

Upon hearing that, the man was struck by a heavy headache.

That's why I'm worried. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep doing this.

“But if we leave them alone, they may continue to make indiscriminate sacrifices, killing and being caught and killed, whether willfully or intentionally, or accidentally. I don't care at all, but you don't like it. ”

From the Savior's point of view, it doesn't matter if there is a world where life is completely extinct. But the nuclear position was different.

But every time I intervened and saved my life, I started to think that something wasn't right. Perhaps the actions we took to protect them had the consequence of taking away the most precious thing. Haven't beings who have not made the future their own strength deprive them of the right to choose what future they will face?

The frozen man asks the question closely.

“Who told you that story? What do you mean it's not right? ”

No one. I just suddenly thought,

So, is that some kind of instinctive sense or cognitive area? The man's confused feelings were conveyed to me and poured out.

He recalls a story that a soothsayer knew a long time ago.

[For the immortals, my child is already a god. The Old Testament can be the manager of a world if you only care. If you decide to intervene, you can become divine in some way, leading the immortals there. But we don't do that to anyone. On the other hand, the child: · · ·.]

Just as the Savior's child did, the boy was already the true god of the world. Externally and internally.

It is not just about caring and worrying that the Sunni people will not go extinct. It is now a step forward with this area in mind. Worried that his constant intervention will not hinder the development and evolution of true meaning.

He was the perfect savior, a realm he had never paid attention to. A man will think again. Is this really the right thing?

The nucleus of the world behaves like it was created solely to save and care for the species present in the universe. However, the child has been born, exists and grows to be eaten by himself.

When I thought about it, the man felt a mental intoxication. I felt nauseous. While the time to cross the last wall and the moment to stand at the last crossroads is approaching, this refusal has not shown a slight improvement.

The man is questionable. Do you think you can do it?

The answer was already in the man.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Finally he made a decision and I, the observer, recognized it. Then give the target a horse you can't reach.

‘Ah, I see. ’

I recite it by observing men's suffering and decisions clearly.

‘So, you made that choice. ’

The man, [he] judged. The first dimension of the world nucleus that he smoked, the fact that I was before time came back, was the seed that could grow into a greater being than that.

[That] thought. What happens if he doesn't eat like this and continues to grow? Without crossing the wall, there was no limit to the child, unlike himself, who would face collapse.

That's why I stopped. The child has a much greater possibility. Therefore, the child should not be eaten by himself.

· · · · · · I would rather say the opposite.

I knew what would happen after this. As time passes from the time you observe it, [he] secretly tells the truth to the child and makes a suggestion. The child is frightened and surprised. And I will despair and mourn in the future that everything but my soul will return to nothing, but I will accept it eventually. So, with the child's first self, with all his memories, a huge play based on the sacrifice of sacrificing [it] and erasing the universe once again is begun to deceive Aberdeen and to make me a god.

I wanted to tell [him] how the play was successful, and what happened afterwards, and I wanted to express my gratitude and bring out what was hot and painful in my heart that could not be substituted in any language. In this time zone, however, I was unable to sympathize with my opponent as I did with the circulating souls. Therefore, [he] did not even notice that I was observing here.

I was just looking.