It's Munchkin Healer

The prophet looks down at the desolate earth.

By the authority of the player you have acquired.

The ground that had lost its mother slowly crumbled and collapsed, and now the extinct dragons and giants have become dry bones and scattered.

But I had to watch.

The fallen ground will be avenged by his brother.

Though the agony of tearing flesh and the dreadful solitude would be with him, the earth would not perish with his brother.

He saw a distant future.

Those who invaded their world have already destroyed many worlds and will continue to do so in the future.

But he had no power to stop the invasion.

So I surrendered.

To gain more worlds and possibilities.

It was an inevitable defeat for the Seed of Resistance.

The prophet who became a player peered at the possibilities with a wider perspective.

If it was not enough for one variable in the world, it needed more variables, and it really took a lot of time to sneak a peek at the possibility.

And I finally found it.

The Incredible Power of Invaders' Probability. ’

Probability was a force that restricted the possibilities of one world.

From the enormous evil spirit that could bring an end on its own, to its ability to prophesy, all of this was limited under the name of probability.

However, there was a loophole in the probability that the prophet overlooked.

Whatever the intention, the probability of 'explaining the situation’ was automatically satisfied.

Just as players called Ruchikin can use the situation delicately, the probability can be avoided if the behavior can be explained.

First, the prophet changed his name.

I became someone else who didn't use my own name and started my own plan by hiding among the moderators preparing for 'content’.

What he did was create content.

Just as the game facilitators planted dungeons and rewards in this world, the prophet also hid in this world and planted a seed called content.

Secondly, he goes to the surviving allies.

I infiltrated between a defeated dwarf and an elf and began crafting a golem called Talos.

But it wasn't for the resistance.

It was an excuse to build a dungeon like the other moderators, and the purpose was to give the reward "Wise Man's Stone" to someone who would come later.

A boss named Golem.

A dungeon called St. Helena.

And even the reward of the Wise Man's Stone, in this process, the prophet did not exceed any probability.

This whole process will be explained in the name of revenge for surviving Elves.

Third, he incited the dwarves who were with the Elves.

You put a deliberate defect in the golem that made the dwarves notice. You led the terrified dwarves to the next location.

Even the Adamantium, which makes it even more material.

The golem's completeness will be delayed until it is met, and it was the safest way to protect the Wise Man's Stone in the world.

Fourth, he moves with the dwarves to a safe place.

Amidst the wounds pierced by the world.

I prepared a new nest there and explained the next plan to the terrified dwarves.

Build a gate and get out of this world.

But this was an excuse to use Dwarves.

When the time came, we needed a door to return to this world, and we wanted their escape route to be used as his doorway.

In this process, the prophet did not exceed any probability.

Scared Dwarves built their own gates, and they never intervened.

Finally, he took part of his brother who had fallen asleep deep in the earth.

Then I left the world of dwarves and settled in some dungeon.

Build a dungeon of monsters with some of your own drunkenness.

When I finished preparing there, I planted a seed that I could not see.

Hidden content and trials for one person to fall down the cliff.

‘Hehe.’

Was there a plaything going on?

The prophet knew that the man turned the dungeon ‘upside down’ and left a little letter.

The remains of a prophet who has been fighting alone for a long time were the last of his pranks.

Then he arrives in a place that goes against the dungeon he built.

A place with nothing now, but a place where spiders will someday be covered in thick silk.

He left a "Treasure Chest" where no one else was.

All the actions that have been done so far have been circumventing probability, but the ‘authority’ left in the treasure chest was an act that could not be explained in any way.

I left it there deliberately using the power of prophecy.

With this, he went beyond probability.

Slowly, just like the other players, they vanish into dust.

‘Hehe.’

As his body was extinct, he accepted death.

The death that had been encountered since I became a prophet was underway under a cold dungeon.

But at the end of the day, someone will notice.

Three sisters he cared about.

I thought of a directive to follow me with the men of other worlds that I had seen and my own beliefs.

‘My brother. ’

Even though it was the truth after hundreds of years, the prophet was glad.

I was delighted to find myself in the form of a bubble someday and to be able to forgive myself.

The benevolent god who stole fire for man in mythology.

In this world, a dedicated god who wrote the name of a traitor for his hometown.

He ended his life in a dungeon with no one.

Maybe the prophet sacrificed himself for 'someone who needs to die.'

* * *

“ ……. ”

Sid hasn't spoken in a while.

The title of the ‘Wrongdoer' who scoured the treasure chest.

This was the "power of the player" from Prometheus.

Then, will Great Hill and Dice Gods be the skill rewards of Prometheus in a moment of crisis?

I don't know how, but the prophet seemed to be able to.

There he was. There he was. One who has prepared an attempt to switch with his divinity.

The thief was impressed by what Atlas said.

She was preparing for her own battle, and she felt a greater empathy for Prometheus' dedication.

“Yes. The identity you gave me shared his memory. Hehe... I can't believe you bought my grudge while preparing for this. I've been blaming you for thousands of years without knowing it. ”

Atlas mutters in a low voice.

That's all I heard from Lime.

“So, what's next? Win the festival I prepared with the bandits? What's next? Tell me. ”

Sid, who was silent for a long time, asked.

In my mind, Prometheus' plan was roughly laid out.

What he plans to do is inflate the variables of the world through the seeds.

For Sid, who has already met many mythical gods and gone to hell, Prometheus' plan was a perfect fit.

“The future……. I can't say. ”

But Atlas did not answer.

The thief agreed with him.

You're right. You can't leak the sky. It is because it is different to spit out a prophecy that has already been fulfilled.

“Come on, you can handle the odds with this guy. You're scared now? The man who spit in my face? ”

Sid wonders what the thief has to say.

But there was another reason that Atlas could not say.

“Your legacy. This has nothing to do with probability. A taboo of destiny to be kept as a prophet. ”

“Forbidden by fate? ”

“Watching us before the name probability. Fate is kind but fickle. There's nothing good about buying a vendetta. ”

Atlas said in a serious voice.

But Sid couldn't understand.

“What does that mean? Is that like a rule? What do the prophets have to protect? ”

Uh... This explains it, but....

“Done. I'll explain. My brother's legacy. Rats bite cats at their heels. Fate, too. I close my eyes to change a little from the right line, but if I look into the future and do whatever I want, I get my own resistance. The more violent the cat is, the more rats will behave. Leaking heavenly bodies is like pushing fate into the hands of rats. ”

Atlas stops speaking to the thief and answers.

Of course, it was still a hard metaphor to understand.

“Thief, please comment. He's an old man. I can't understand him. Get Shakespeare to translate for me. ”

Sid grunts with a blunt face.

The thief spits out a smile and adds a simple parable.

Hehe. I guess so, right? How do I explain this……. Yeah, well, try to say it's fate. I bought an apple, took a bite out of it, threw it away, and there grew a big tree. It was a small act, but it led to a big result. Call it fate.

“Well……. It's still hard to understand. What does that have to do with anything you're not supposed to tell the future about? ”

The next one is simple: when an attempt is made to know this fate, the process shifts. What kind of apple to buy in which store, how many apples to cut down in which place and how to drop it. When you don't know your destiny, you realize that you can act naturally one by one. As a result, every action becomes unnatural and leads to the resistance of destiny……. It can lead to other outcomes where the predetermined apple tree doesn't grow.

The thief used a long metaphor to describe fate and leakage.

Sid touched his chin for a long time.

“Oh, that's it. You will now be conscious of breathing. You're conscious of blinking. The moment you realize this, your behavior becomes unnatural, right? That means it affects the future. ”

I came to my own conclusion.

Oh, that's it! I know how to explain trying.

“I didn't expect to explain it that way. I'll be a little disappointed when I hear of fate. ”

The bandit I heard about and Atlas reacted.

This concludes Atlas' explanation.

It was a long conversation, but Atlas couldn't tell the future either.

“Then why are the prophets okay? Isn't that a contradiction? As soon as you know the future, the future is twisted. ”

Seed asked a question for a moment.

I knew Sid would be suspicious.

“That is why the prophet is special. They are those chosen by fate, who peek into the future and have no impact on their fate. Now you must go back. I will help you in due time. That's all I have to tell you. ”

Yuck!

Atlas finishes his speech with a yellow slime.

The long slime touches the cliff where Sid came down, and Sid rolls his mind to see the golden light rising to the top.

“Let me ask you something before we go. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“I'm here because you ate the dwarves. I need to hear his answer. ”

Sid looks down at the bottom of the sticky mucus.

I knew the Aborigines were talking about Atlas, but I couldn't just go back unless the dwarves' problem was solved.

“As I said before, I was unreasonable. We needed a way to maintain the earth, and we sent ourselves off to absorb food. Furthermore, I didn't even know that Dwarves lived underground until I saw his memory. I ate them no differently than the beast drank them. Don't hold me accountable. ”

Atlas replied with a solemn voice.

He eats a dwarf like an animal feeding on a beast.

“So you're going to eat it? ”

“I can't do that with my reason back. A vast amount of sea water and fish come into this space. I'll settle for that for now. ”

“Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what. Throw a hole in it sometimes. ”

“Phew. Not bad. I liked it.”

Sid achieved his original goal.

When I returned to the dragon, I was able to say, 'I solved it with a conversation.'

“And your legacy. ”

But Atlas' words were not finished.

He ponders for a moment and grabs Sid.

“Why, are you hungry? Are you going to eat me?”

“That's not it. The one you called Lime. I want him with you. ”

“Huh?"

Sid wonders what Atlas has to say.

At the same time, a small drop rose above the mucus.

It was the round rhyme Sid remembered.

String, barrel!

“Huh?"

A barrel of lime protrudes into Sid's arms.

Sid frowns, embracing the lime.

“What, you want to watch more? Or are you trying to protect me? ”

Bang!

“Oh, why! ”

Lime bounces off Sid's chest.

It was somewhat frustrating.

“It's not like that. While away from me, it has enlightened individual rationality. Even an experience I can't empathize with is a memory. I left my role as my alter ego and became an individual. Independent of my will. ”

Lime is lime. Is that what you're saying?

“He is both my self-immolation and my offspring. I love the story he told me. I ask you to keep on asking him, brother's legacy. ”

Atlas replied with a soft voice.

The loving voice seemed to send the child something.

“Well, it's going to be okay. I thought Lime got his body back. I thought he was being a dick. ”

The belt?

“That's what I'm saying. Anyway, fill your stomach and wait. I'll finish what your brother prepared for you. ”

Sid strokes the lime and climbs up the mucus staircase.

The staircase moves like an escalator and raises the seeds to the top floor.

“I will not doubt you for a moment. I hope that what I have seen is complete. ”

Sobbing...

Atlas fearlessly looks at Sid as he moves away.

A human being from another world whose brother traded his life for his.

I met Sid briefly, but I still have no idea how Atlas got a glimpse of Lime and Prometheus' memories.

Like his brother who died.

He remembers Prometheus, who missed him in the back of Sid's head.

His own brother, who will miss him as much as I have hated him.

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