Hermit Wizard

“But why me? As a transcendent, you or your sisters are much more powerful than I am. ”

“I chose you because of your proven ability to govern. The emperor who will follow me is not a hero who leads humanity by personal force, but a ruler who will unite and operate this empire with administrative and military power. ”

After that, the answer went back and forth a few more times, and Lucion finally accepted the Emperor's command.

“Preparation for succession is already underwater. Since there are many things that you need to be aware of, I have told you now. ”

When did the preparations begin? Lucion quit because he was afraid to guess. After such an informal and clandestine ceremony, he became the king's administrative superior and the prince, revealing his honest feelings.

“Unfortunately, none of our brothers and sisters can even follow my mother's toes right now. We were just born of a creature that crossed a wall. Are we going to have a second wall crosser? Probably difficult, isn't it? ”

Lucion thought so. If Mirgaia leaves, the age of myth and heroism will stop her, and this one like her will never come out again.

Mirgaia replies to his concerns with a calm smile.

“No, I believe in your possibilities. The transcendent who crosses the second wall will surely appear again. Because that's the human power I've seen so far. ”

Mirgaia has always described the transcendent as' human ’, tying together all the people before crossing the wall.

Her eyes sparkled with star-like trust, which had not been blurred for many years. It was a deep positive with conviction.

“I don't even know where everyone is going right now. The transcendent and the savior who will be born behind me will do much more than I do. ”

Lucion smiled bitterly.

“It's going to be hard. Anyone can follow my mother's accomplishments. ”

I listen to their conversations and think. Mirgaia's projections were correct. In this world, in the distant future, another Savior was born, and he was also of human origin.

He then chooses a different path instead of retreating the way Mirgaia failed. The distorted tyranny that dominated all the world as a result of its actions, though not its first intention, is extinguished.

Of course, she will also play a big role in the process before her eyes. Looking at the past of a man who would eat away the remoteness of everything in the distant future, I once again felt the surroundings shaken.

It sweeps. It quickly reverses as time shifts. I failed to resist the flow and was pushed out as it was. Everything went away again.

In the flow, I think about Mirgaia, who will later be called Kilgenias. About her life before she became a savior. about his ability to expand his scope without limits.

Then I remembered. The countless children of the souls who were communicating with me. That full and inspiring experience was thought of as something that happened hours ago, and as something that happened in the distant past that was hard to believe had happened to me. I delivered meaning from that memory.

That scene was a clue to completion. I associate Mirgaia's old life with the superconnective state I've been through. Ability to expand yourself without settling down. Mirgaia did not anticipate, but she was already carrying the seeds of completion. Even though it all collapsed because of Aberdeen.

The idea that she might have chosen a different path than the other hypocrites might not have been a mere coincidence passed me by for a moment.

* * *

After leaving Mirgaia's time zone, I was unsuccessful for a while. I was pushed to a very distant past with no limits. I drifted out of control of inertia while maintaining direction. The countercurrent created in Kilgenia, confined to the realm of time, would have already left the soul and the nucleus of the world out of reality. But I'm still, my spirit and self are still tied to that flow until now.

I barely remember. The first thing I intend to do with this uprising was to restore all the souls eaten by Kilgenias, Aberdeen and many other idols, and the nucleus of the world inside. But my mind bounced off like a bullet to a far more distant past beyond the time frame for that purpose.

After a long subjective period of time, I forgot me and remembered again. The Swamp of Oblivion is so sweet that once you fall in, it's hard to break up.

Nevertheless, I have rewritten and drawn a blurred self. It was because of the primordial will of other colors that left the realm of fear or rejection.

It's swept away, swept away again.

At some point I looked again at my almost forgotten existence.

“Aah.”

As you advise.

“What is this?”

I take back my original breathing after a long time of slowing down the flow of time around me. How far back is it this time?

No, who was I before that?

I look back at myself and the way I thought for a moment like a very old memory. In the meantime, I found another strange part.

Did I try this again? Did you reach out to stay here?

It was a little different. Now it feels like someone who sowed in this time zone grabbed me instead of anchoring myself in time.

But who?

There was a huge nucleus of the world, which cast its gaze to find the answer to my question.

“Aah!”

The flexion with the overflowing causeway was unfamiliar. A landscape you can't even imagine how old the past is. The nucleus was already evolving and was preparing to move on to the next stage. All dimensions have been watching him. At the same time, I sent emotions of sorrow and godly blessing.

Observing those overwhelming emotions, I knew that the reason they were sad was not because that nuke was leaving here.

“· · · decided to stay! ”

Nuclear made a decision. Instead of leaving here, already qualified, he decided to stay here with imperfections.

A lie that some hypocrites never remember in blurred memories. The bluff of remaining here because of compassion for those who will remain in an imperfect world is, in fact, portrayed by imitating that nucleus that has really done so in the distant past.

“In fact, what made that choice was that the contradiction was not hypocrisy, but the nuclear dimension. ”

As I have done so far, the thoughts and memories of the Dimensional Nucleus flow into me.

He thought, someone should record all this.

The dimensions that witnessed the scene in person when the world was first born reached its completion also left as time went on, and there was only one left. We need a memory of the original that is subsequently passed on but not spoiled. There should be a repository to inform all future generations of that memory.

After that thought, the nucleus decided to become such a record. It was a choice that Dimensional Nuclear itself, as well as all the souls who were communicating with it and building a greater self, ‘agreed’. This record will be an instinct to guide the nucleus of a new dimension on the right path. At the same time, it will become an innate moral norm.

Instead of leaving towards completion, the nucleus remained here and became the gene of the universe.

I watched a world before completion transform into an academic record. It was unexpected for his heart to come as if it were shaking my mind.

You don't belong to this time zone.

The first one to recognize me appeared. The shock became a fire to reassemble my forgotten self. I thought I had to answer and I had to remember who I was before I could answer it.

I got close to doing it.

I'm Yoon Min Joon. Go on, so far.

“Yes.”

Reflects the past, organizes it and engraves it.

“Observations have been swept all the way here from a distant future where estimates are meaningless. ”

Why do you keep forgetting yourself?

I seem to have grasped my condition at once. I say that I kept shooting my mind into the distant past and kept away from the present me. As the anchor that came down to reality faded, the timeline that made up the self became tangled, and they kept forgetting me.

The academic record, who heard it, later said to me, "The Scriptures without the last chapter."

I see. You were becoming a forgetful person. Even the toughest self to forget.

As he recalled what he had said to himself, the nucleus kept silent for a moment and said to me,

But it looks good to me. It is true that your connection to the time zone has faded and weakened, but it is not the only silk that holds you.

When I didn't understand the meaning, the academic record helped me. It was a similar consideration to such a gesture, which grabbed and turned his shoulder with both hands, looking in the wrong direction.

The moment he followed his will to say so.

“Aah!”

I was full time.

As Yoon Min-jun, I thought I was irreversibly far from the time I existed. However, in addition to the original self, there were countless children who still held me. Even though the direct spiritual connection had already been severed, all the former lives of the soul that once communicated with me, their numerous children, were holding me by passing through the present time connected to them in their respective time zones.

Some fear to lose me, others believe and wait without much concern. Some consider it to be a matter of great significance and others consider it to be a passing event. The attitude towards me and what I hope for is different, but there were traces of Yoon Min Joon's connection to all of them.

The trail grabbed me.

“Because they were entangled with me beyond time constraints! ”

That's why I was able to endure the effects of the time-guided widow.

The footprints of Yoon Min Joon's self as a connected person were faint and shallow at first, so they did not create a big aftermath, but when the small things overlapped and merged, it became the guide that shaped me now.

The academic record that was staring at me suddenly said,

You still hope for life.

I sent a positive message. The thought of returning endlessly to the past and not missing was the will to continue to exist as me. That one wish.

The great nucleus, who had only one step to complete, told me.

Then leave the reverse flow of time here, which makes you forget everything. The goal you were hoping for in the first place seems to have been achieved in the future.

Achieving the objective means that the regression of Kilgeniacos has already succeeded.

But there was still something I didn't understand. Why the hell? Ask him.

“Let go? ”

I will record many things in the future. If anyone remembers, someone should erase it. If you don't throw away what you don't need and take it all, it will only last the first time. But after an infinite amount of time, it's going to be hard to tell what you need and what you don't need.

Just as the genetic information passed on from generation to generation is not 100% successive to generation, so much so is the information in the academic records, he says.

It was only then that I realized what tolerance academic records seemed to pioneers in the distant future. The pioneers determined that they had disrupted academic records and erased information about their people, but the record itself was merely a plaything.

The memory that he really needs to erase in the future will disappear, as if it had never been in a way different from what pioneers used.

I haven't completely changed. Give me the power to reverse it before it hardens to the next level. And you need to get out of the turbulence and get back to where you're being held.

The great nuclear world asked me,

I accepted it.

In so doing, a concept was established that would probably be documented as the first contract.

The next moment, as simple as a lie, the academic record swept me away and reaped the tide of time that had brought me back to the past.

What followed was an intense collision.

“Ah, like this! ”

I watched a dramatic upheaval on a cosmic scale. It was so overwhelming that it seemed like the mind was swept away.

The academic record was separating the world nucleus and its extended self-assembly from me and absorbing it within itself, like a wild beast.

I see. Only time can make everything completely useless. You have to go through time to forget everything and erase it.

I saw the process of slowly separating the two dimensional nuclei that completely swallowed the turbulence of time. The other way to refuse to take the leap to completion was to divide oneself into two incompletely. The nucleus of the world slowly splits around two axes. It was now possible to distinguish.

The set of light that draws the spiral between the two is the one that records and remembers what he was trying to be.

On the other hand, instead of paying attention to the surroundings, the other tried to hide in the space like darkness. It was he who erased and forgot the power of the time that the world nuclear swallowed.

I watched as the last chapter of the Scriptures and the everlasting night were born.

“· · · You did. ”

An academic record that spoke, but was not yet completely separated from the everlasting night, did not answer my question. I face a sense of humor. The academic record would have already lost this moment in his record that I encountered here today. In the event that the two collided, the eternal night's influence became much darker.

Give an unrecognized word to an opponent who won't remember me.

“Thank you.”

As the newborn takes away the flow of time that was sweeping away, I felt the connection of the self holding me more clearly.

I turned my attention to that. I didn't have to stay on this timeline anymore.

He said to himself,

“Yes, let's go back. ”

Then, from afar, an infinite number of children called out to me as they answered their will. I reversed the flow of time and created a flow of justice.

I am slowly away from two ancient beings who can no longer communicate with me. The two had not yet been completely separated, and although they had forgotten, the parties to the contract existed. Continuity was acknowledged and force led me towards the price of the contract.

My mind breaks through the limits of time and space.

The destination presented in return for the contract was where I am, in other words, where my life exists.