Main Character Hides His Strength

Bang, bang.

You hear a murky wave from a distance.

Early in the morning, the barbarians beat the city with a catapult.

But the sound fades as you hear another beating, beating heart beating in the city's basement.

The capital of the Human Empire. There is a defensive system throughout Lagranze that uses the power of the heart as its replacement.

Nothing can be penetrated beyond that.

Only an accredited aircraft could escape the city in a split second as darkness and seals disappeared.

There were a lot of people in the harbor.

The nobles and symbols of the once famous family, who were asked to give it to me, were taking pictures to board the airstrip to leave the city in the rain from dawn.

Those who were fortunate enough to board the aircraft could see those who looked up with envious eyes.

“Me too, take me with you! Please!”

A man howls on the ledge, screaming pathetically at the rising air.

The crew spits on the floor, picks up the axe and breaks his hand with the axe sack.

“Shhh!”

The desperate smuggler plunges beneath the ground.

“ ……. ”

Clariss stands on the deck and looks at the falling man and the growing institutions.

“Grandpa.”

The old man who was left alone in the mansion waved his hand, looking at the air leaving the system with a satisfied face.

“Live well. Clariss, even this unpainted grandfather's share. ”

After being called the enemy of the world, a month has passed since the warrior who was revered as the protector of mankind was defeated by order.

The situation was hopeless.

The Allied forces abandoned the city and retreated far behind. The remaining lagranze was surrounded by an army of 60,000 Barbarians.

Without the power of the Alternative Heart, the city would have already fallen to the Barbarians and been lured away.

But even Lagranje had its limitations.

Hundreds of thousands of citizens and refugees' food supplies were exposed, and the soldiers guarding the city were being consumed in battle.

Meanwhile, in the east, a rumored fall of death appeared. Despite what was yet to be revealed, the citizens of Lagranze were able to see the entire eastern horizon in blood as the morning sun rose.

As everything went to ruin, an ordinary day was unfolding that it had nothing to do with the destruction of the world on the other side.

It was one of the abandoned homes in the upper district of Lagranje. Rumor has it that a ghost has been living in the house where the owner has already left before the war and no one lives.

But there is a real owner in that house.

A book. The book was guarded around the house with a handful of small golems.

Meanwhile, there was another book in the house.

Bertelgia.

“I'm sure you'll be looking outside for a while. Don't move. Don't do anything. ”

49 spoke coldly to Bertelkia.

Vertelgia leans in and says nothing.

“If you understand, you have to answer. ”

Forty-nine coldly shouted and then Bertelgia trembled and replied.

“I see. Ununwow. ”

“Phew…. I'm not telling you the truth! ”

49 asked sharply with a flying voice.

Bertelgia gives you a limp and answers.

“Got it. Uh... Sis! ”

At the end of the horse, Bertelgia trembles lightly, as if to say she is a sister.

“Sure. Keep an eye on the house. This detective is going to take a while. Fake.”

49 disappeared, leaving a note behind.

Probably won't come back for a week.

Only Issue 49 knows where it went.

Bertelkia mutters, gazing at the direction 49 disappeared for a while.

“No one's fake! You're a fake. You're so damn good at fighting! ”

On the side of the hallway outside the door, you hear small golems squeaking from time to time.

Bertelkia sighs and looks back.

There was a man lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Kim Sung-cheol is who he is.

For a month after he had suffered a fatal wound from order, he had yet to open his eyes.

“Knng!”

Bertelkia tilts the kettle with all her bare strength.

The water in the kettle soaks the cotton swab underneath.

Bertelkia carefully lifts the cotton swab to the bookshelf and heads toward Kim Sung-cheol lying on the bed.

“ ……. ”

Bertelkia delicately took the tip of the watered cotton swab around his lips and poured water into his mouth.

A drop of water flowed from the tip of my lips and soaked my pillow on the ball. Von Bertelgia sighed.

“Why can't you get up? He's breathing, he's warm, he's got no scars! Get up and beat the crap out of me! ”

Bertelkia slapped Sung-cheol Kim with a bookshelf. He closed his eyes and saw no reaction.

Shake and poke the edge of the book, but it doesn't even feel right.

“Get up! How long are you going to sleep? ”

Vertelgia lowers her resignation and enters her always-stay pocket.

I chose it because it was warm, but it was the only place that let me know that he was alive.

A thumping sound like me is always conveyed to her.

However, the heart beats differently than usual.

“Ugh... ugh...”

Kim Sung-cheol frowned and made a faint groan. Maybe he's having a nightmare. I've been having nightmares lately. Vertelgia thinks she's powerless to do anything at any given time.

But today, the nightmare seemed to be worse than usual. The pulsating sound changes. The beats Bertelkia knows.

“This. I can't. Sister 49! Where are you! If you are, show yourself! ”

Bertelkia ran out of his pocket, looking for number 49 with a pitiful voice. But no one responded to her call.

“It's really dangerous! Hurry up and do something, Sister 49! No, fake!!!! ”

No matter how much I screamed, 49 didn't show up.

‘We've got trouble. Like this!'

Same time, Kim Sung-cheol.

He stands at the crossroads of fate.

*

Solitude is like a dry desert.

Longing loneliness makes a man's mind dry.

Only the strong can survive in that desert.

However, Kim Sung-cheol was not strong.

He was neither as great nor as great as he thought.

Those who thought they were friends know his name and curse those who have never seen him.

Kim Sung-cheol began to wither in a desolate land on the edge of the horse system, a land made of ice and fire.

I felt a little rewarding and fulfillment when I obtained a strong spiritualist through the letter given to me by Raise Heimer, but it was not a medicine that fundamentally healed his mind that began to wither and split.

A year passed and another year passed.

In the unchanging barren landscape, Kim Sung-cheol thought about when he last spoke to someone else.

I've been talking to myself for a while. Especially when cooking, he became more talkative. However, as the deafening muttering grew, he felt an urge to become stronger.

The urge to give up everything and go back.

Kim Sung-cheol said as a habit.

You're not a hero.

It's not humility.

He was able to learn that he was an ordinary person at the end of a painful experience.

I only made him look like a man who fit in with loneliness because of his unfortunate life, his appearance, and the wall he built. He was craving people more than anyone else.

But loneliness without grass eventually took him there.

Spiky mountains to the west. A staircase to a god hidden deep down.

While walking down the stairs, Kim Sung-cheol saw a lot of things.

First I thought it was a hallucination, then I thought it was a ghost.

Especially when Kriegfrid, a colleague of the old arena and a beloved woman, appeared to grow up in front of him in the middle of the stairs, Kim Sung-cheol wondered if this was where the dead man's soul was staying.

“Hey, buddy. Are you here to die, too? ”

Kim Sung-cheol was even glad to hear the dead talk. Kim Sung-cheol said something to him, but cricket looked at him for a while and disappeared into thin air.

Kim Sung-cheol climbed the stairs again.

As he climbed the stairs, Kim Sung-cheol saw a number of people appear and disappear in front of him as a form of a vision.

Inside was the face of his parents who were already small in other worlds. Faces that were crazily missed, but are now blurry and can't even think of a contour.

Kim Sung-cheol crossed them and finally reached the end of the stairs.

At the end of the stairs, Kim Sung-cheol saw an endless expanse of space and an endless sea of stars.

In that infinity that seemed to be sucked up, Kim Sung-cheol thought for a moment. This worthless life seemed irrelevant even if it disappeared.

At that moment, a voice that sounded good and soft but felt evil and anxiety rang out next to it.

[Your heart is truly desolate. Poor thing, there's nothing left. What did you come here to find?]

At that time, Kim Sung-cheol saw an overwhelming figure standing next to the infinite universe. Kim Sung-cheol shuddered, but when he saw something else that he couldn't see unless he was naturally conscious beside the figure, he could feel it.

That's God.

After that, there were several conversations between Kim Sung-cheol and the person standing next to God. It was not very important.

The important thing happened after that.

[Manifest mortal. You choose a fate unfit for a fountain, and you suffer the weight of it. I can see everything. Your future is a lonely death without salvation, forsaken and betrayed by all.]

The person standing next to God said in mockery and showed his miserable future in the eyes of Kim Sung-cheol as a fantasy.

Kim Sung-cheol was on his knees, crying, wrapped around his head. A dreadful fever echoed through God's space for a while.

[Your destiny is unbearable as a human being. Perhaps even if you have the power, you will end up hurting yourself by the weight of fate. But, Sung-cheol Kim, it's not like there's no way.]

A man standing beside God said.

Kim Sung-cheol exclaimed earnestly with bloodfooted eyes open.

“What? That way. ”

Then the person standing next to God replied with a smile - at least that's how Kim Sung-cheol looked at him.

[You don't have to think, and you don't have to judge. It is an object that exists only to achieve its objective. The clothes you wear, the knives you use. Of course, God has tools.]

The man standing beside God turns his head to the holy god who is deep asleep beside him.

[God's purpose and yours cannot be the same. But what if there was a slight concordance? An unhappy person from another world. Isn't it worth a walk?]

There is no reason to refuse.

Kim Sung-cheol nodded.

At the next moment, Kim Sung-cheol felt something about himself slipping away.

[Luck and charm. Shame means nothing to a tool. Instead, I will give you the power to rule the mortal world alone. Isn't that fair?]

Kim Sung-cheol felt a powerful force flowing through his body that he had never felt before.

Like, a divine power.

But the power was gone.

A man standing beside God said.

[Nothing in the world is free. If you want to gain the power of invincibility you once felt, accept one condition.]

He gave the cross of the covenant to Kim Sung-cheol.

[Yes, you accept that. Whatever's in there, take it all and put it in your heart.]

Kim Sung-cheol handed over the Cross of the Covenant as if possessed.

A few sentences came to mind, but he didn't see them.

Instead, he tried to shove it into his heart without any hesitation.

However, just before the cross of the covenant pierced his heart, his body suddenly stopped.

“?! ”

I grew up in front of Kim Sung-cheol.

It was a steel wheelbarrow floating in the air and spinning.

A suspicious symbol that appears without any cause.

But the moment I saw the wheels, I could see Kim Sung-cheol.

Now he's hallucinating.

At that moment, a disdainful voice resounded in the distance of consciousness.

[The soul of steel. You got something annoying. But the spirit of steel alone defies your destiny. As the mark on your heart proves, you have finally chosen to be a tool. Just fix the broken tools.]

The next moment, Kim Sung-cheol's consciousness became blurred.

When he opened his eyes again, he stood alone in the dry wilderness.

The same dream was about to repeat itself.

But I can't take it anymore.

His will reveals the floor in a recurring nightmare.

In the pain, Kim Sung-cheol gradually felt the black giant's eyes open.

‘Anyone. Help me. I'll pay whatever it takes. Get me out of this hell...! ’

I know no one will come.

He was always alone and abandoned by all.

But sometimes he also has expectations.

Time will tell if it's futile or not.

*

“… here? ”

Some are cautious trackers.

She stands in front of an abandoned mansion in District 2.

“Kim Sung-cheol, the world's enemy. I've finally found it.”