Possessing Nothing

Lee Sung-min raised his head. Soon she stood there, a glaring white sogo. I wasn't holding all the flowers in my arms. The white-haired hair that didn't look his age was scattered in the wind, and the clothing she was wearing was as clean as the old clothes she had seen on the mountain of Mesh.

“… Sassar…? ”

Lee Sung-min was surprised and called Baek Sogo. When Lee Sung-min called, Baek So-go looked at Lee Sung-min's face without saying anything. For a moment, the Saxony was just looking forward. The look on Baek Sogo's face, along with a little footsteps, drenches with grief.

“Why... is Sage here? ”

“I heard a rumor. ”

The Saxony said in a small voice. She turns her eyes to look at Lee Sung-min and sees the corpse of her fallen ear. Even though the sword is a vampire, it was impossible to regenerate with the echo of death and deadly wounds on it.

The sword is dead.

The steps of the Saxony have stopped in front of the corpse of the Sword.

“... Stupid... Should I sigh? ”

The words of the Saxony were questionable. But it sounded more like a white-san question to me than it was to Itsuki. Lee lowered his spear without saying anything.

“… Priest. It's been a long time. It's only been five years... Izzie? I never thought I'd see you again in a place like this. ”

Saxogo looks at Lee Sung-min with depressed eyes. It was the same for Lee Sung-min who had not thought of reuniting with Baek Sogo.

“The priest has become strong. ”

Saxogo nodded his head.

“This... may sound a little cruel to a priest, but... I've been watching the priests and the Dark Lord fight. I was watching the priest get pushed into danger by the old man with the sword. ”

“Why would I feel cruel to him? ”

“If we had fought like this, the priest would have been killed by the Dark One. ”

“Not killed. ”

“I was helping him. ”

The Saxony mutters in a small voice.

“I thought I shouldn't interfere. The difference between a priest and a swordsman was clear, but... I couldn't interfere. I thought that if I interrupted them, they would insult the fight between the priests and the sworn old man. ”

“I don't blame you. ”

It's not that I don't know the heart of the Saxony. White Sago is also unmanned. Born and raised in Moorish, summoned to Eria, she has a strong sense of wisdom in these kinds of matters. Baek Sogo was a kind of man who would not regret his actions, even if things were to happen irreversibly due to his actions.

“Because I'm not dead. ”

Isn't it right to be dead?

Lee thought that for a moment. But it clears that up immediately. Baek Sogo looked at Lee Sung-min's face and slowly raised his mouth tail and smiled.

“... So... I'm glad. If the priest had died here, I would not have stopped the priest's death... but I would have been very sad since then. ”

“Will you avenge me? ”

Lee Sung-min asked about him unknowingly. I thought it was a nasty question, but what I had already spit out was after I went outside Lee's lips. I wanted to ask, but surprisingly, Baek Sogo didn't look so embarrassed. Rather, she nodded her head.

“Even if it's not for the enemy of the priest. I came here to... stop the Dark Lord. ”

Baek Sogo bowed, saying so. She puts the flower in her arms on the chest of the sword.

“The Dark Lord was wrong. ”

“… what wasn't right? ”

That's what Lee Sung-min had to say. The sword is not right. Dirty. Dangerous. It was confusing what the Holy Father Dowager said and what the sword itself had to say.

“You mean it wasn't right for the Dark Lord to choose an apostle over the Dance? ”

“It's not right to hurt innocent people. Priest.”

Baek Sogo shakes his head as he rises up.

“I don't know what kind of trouble the Dark Lord was in. I don't even know why the Dark Lord did this. I... just... The Dark Lord killed the master of the volcano, Holy Father, and was pursued by a volcano. I came here only to hear of the murders of the masters of the volcano I was chasing. ”

“… it wasn't right? ”

“Priest.”

It's only been five years. Ever since she broke up with Saxony, she has imagined the moment she has been reunited with Saxony a few times. Through her life as a 14-year-old, Saxony has been one of the most influential figures for her.

Lee Sung-min learned from Ji Ho-yeon. At the same time, I learned my weakness. Then I knew the inferiority I felt for a real genius.

I learned to interact with others in Baek Sogo. Humans have learned that they can never live alone.

Afterwards, I learned about my own contradictions and shortcomings through geography and non-immortal dialogue.

For Lee Sung-min, the Baek Sogo is a great figure. That's why we couldn't watch Saxogo die. So I did. I wanted to prevent the death of the Baxogo somehow.

If I ever see you again.

What did I want to say to her?

“There's a justice for everyone. ”

Saxogo sighed and said.

“My justice and the justice of priests may be different. The justice I have is a measure of how humans behave. I don't know what kind of priesthood and justice came here to stop the old man. I don't even know how the priest feels about the old man. Likewise, the priest won't know why I'm here, or how I feel about the Dark Lord. ”

“I… felt responsible. ”

“You've grown a priest. ”

The white sogo nodded its head with a low smile. It was not sarcastic, but sincere.

“From the mountain of the Mesh. I always felt like priests were overreacting. Dressed in an outfit that didn't fit, imitated to fit into it, and fooled himself. But now... things seem a little different. The priest is being honest with himself. ”

“... he said he was here to stop the Dark Lord. If you don't mind, can you tell me why he thought that? ”

“I'm part of the Muslim blind. ”

Baek Sogo replied.

“I thought blindness was the best group for my justice, and it was. Thanks to this, we were able to quickly get information about the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. I... had a relationship with the Dark Lord... in the mountains. At least I wanted to give it to you myself. I didn't know priests were here. ”

“… Sassar. ”

I called Saxony while hesitating.

“What about me... Sage saw? ”

“A lot has changed. ”

Baek Sogo replies. She looks down at the corpse of the sword once more.

“The priestless man is several steps ahead of the mountain of the Mesh. The priest was so pessimistic and cruel to himself back then. I'm glad you've been rewarded. ”

No, it's not.

“Priest, I'm sorry, but I don't think we can talk that long. I left what I had to do and came here in a hurry. The work is done... I have to go back too. ”

“… Sassar. ”

Lee barely took out his voice to avoid being blocked out.

“What is the task of the Sage?" Can you let me know? ”

[Right now I'm chasing Wijihoen.]

Baek Sogo replied with a tone.

[I can't tell you the details. I'll see you... next time. Priest. I'm busy, too, but I can't wait for that day. We'll meet again someday.]

Baek Sogo leaps away, leaving a note behind. The fragrance of the flower left behind by the Saxony remained on the corpse of the Sword. I wanted to talk to the Saxogo more. However, Lee Sung-min did not have a reason to catch the Baek Sogo.

‘You're going after Wiji Hoyeon...? ’

Previous information is confusing. The sword to enter the dungeon with the Baek Sogo was killed by Lee Sung-min here. There is no such thing as the involvement of a man with a sword becoming a vampire. The sword that was killed by Wiji Hoyen in his previous life must have been a vampire too.

What about the Saxony? Is it because the Saxony went into the dungeon with him, and was killed by her because the Saxon was pursuing him at the behest of the Muslim blind?

If that's true, Lee Sung-min can't convince Saxony. It's a whirlwind about him, and he didn't tell me himself. The justice and values that everyone has are different. It's an unshakeable belief in a white sogo.

There is no such belief in Seong-min. There is no absolute belief in what you have, unshakeable, such as a Saxogo. That's why Lee Seong-min couldn't catch the leaving Saxony.

Even so.

I knew it.

What to do. What is lacking in me? "I" ran away from something, and how I lived. It didn't matter that he came back from the dead. It was not important that he had already lived decades of his life.

should be discarded.

It's already been discarded.

When he returned to the age of 14, Lee Sung-min had a past. The experience of living as a mercenary, the personality formed by it. I made the life of the third generation, or the second generation, that was steeped in self-pity and inferiority.

It was just a little me. It was a trivial past me. The personality formed in my life was narrow and the world I thought was absolute was small. Jeon, who wanted to be admired by Lee Sung-min, was not that great.

The world was wide. I knew him over and over again. As I got to know, the past existed. I had to. Infidelity, compassion, everything else. Lee Sung-min who lived as a mercenary.

The "I" now. When I was a mercenary, I had to become a new exit, not a 'me’.

Since when?

When were you going to throw it away?

Since when did I become a "me" summoned to Eria at the age of 14, not a straight person who died after living as a mercenary for 13 years?

When I first realized the world was vast. When I thought I had to change. In the end, there was Wiji Hoenn.

I wanted to meet him. That's what I thought.

“Noisy nowadays. ”

Denir, whom I met in four days, was a sad face. I didn't promise to come back for you, but Denir opened the door immediately and welcomed Lee Sung-min, without any pleasant jokes.

“You killed the sword. It's amazing. The sword was stronger than you. If you had ten men, you wouldn't have been able to kill the sword. ”

During the four days, Lee Sung-min thought a lot. I disrupt the flow. I was stabbed with a sense of contradiction and self-satisfaction.

Fighting swords, killing swords. What did I feel? Last thing I felt was guilt. It wasn't the guilt I felt when I killed the sword. I felt guilty for betraying the expectations of the sword.

The guilt I felt to be weak.

“So, what did you come back to tell me in four days? Do you want to talk about everyday shit again? You weren't much fun to talk to. Maybe I am, too. ”

“I want to be challenged. ”

For four days, Lee Sung-min could hardly sleep. The cheeks dig a recess and the eyes are darkened. The volcanoes complained that a young hero was born towards the man who killed the sword by himself. The information guilds involved in this work killed the swordsman who killed the Holy Father, and the vampire swordsman. They say he was killed under the night of the full moon.

“Fool.”

Denir opens his mouth.

“My trials are not as merciful as those of the Mesh. I would have told you about him. Ten. Ten people who are geniuses have challenged me, and only three live...”

“Give it to me.”

Lee Sung-min hung up on Denir. Denir claps his lips and stares at Lee Sung-min's face. Seeing his eyes burning with fanatical determination, Denir gives you a false sense of humor.

“Son of a bitch. He wants to die without knowing the theme. ”

Denir mumbles as he rises to his feet.

“Remember, this death is neither merciful nor quiet. I assure you, the pain you will feel through this ordeal will be unlike any pain you have ever felt in your life. ”

“I'm the one who's going through it. ”

Lee Sung-min gripped it and replied.

“Give it to me. ”

“Coming!”

Denir shouts. As he raises his hand, the landscape is turned upside down. Everything that had been turned upside down was scattered, and Lee Sung-min stood in a white space.

“This is a world of consciousness. ”

Denner spits.

“Training here has no effect on your body in reality. It's an endless training ground for consciousness. You can't even see the effects of your skills and status spears in this place. Do you understand what I'm saying? You must train in this world purely, with only your own memories and talents. ”

Lee looked around slowly. There was nothing.

“You don't have to eat, drink, sleep, or eat. No matter how many years you spend in this world, it takes less than a second for your body to flow. Out of the flesh, only four consciousness are in this space, and the time that consciousness feels increases endlessly. Even if you spend 100 million years here, you don't have a moment of reality. ”

It seemed like I knew what "harsh" meant, as Denir said. Denir places the little hourglass in front of Lee Sung-min.

“When the hourglass runs out of sand, You will spend 100 years in this world. ”

“… after that? ”

“Your choice. Either you come out of this world or you spend another 100 years. Flip the glass of sand all over again, and this time it will be 200 years. And then 300 years. ”

It was a terrible ordeal. A world of consciousness. You have a choice whether to escape this world in a hundred years or live. Even if you train skilllessly, it is not possible to confirm the accomplishment of skilllessness or use skilllessness easily unless you have seen the help of status spears and skills.

Even if you survive 100 years, your body does not reflect your performance in the conscious world. I just... I only have memories.

“Even if you don't have to eat or drink, the choice is yours. You are the master of this world. Anything is possible, even for you. That's for you to understand as you move forward in this world. ”

Denire says that and touches the Sand Glass with his feet.

“It's entirely up to you what you get in 100 years or more of your time here. It's up to you to reflect that on the body of reality. You want me to tell you a few more things? Of the ten, seven failed. in this world, living 100 years where nothing happened. For the last 100 years, I have met no one, carried on like a machine, not knowing for sure that I would get anything out of it... I have died of despair. That's quite an enjoyable view. ”

Denire laughs.

“For the first 100 years, you can do it. And I turn the clock upside down with confidence. And in the middle of 200 years... I start going crazy. ”

Denir turns away, leaving behind a smile.

“How many years do you think you'll last? ”

Denir's appearance disappears. Lee Seong-min stared at the pouring sand. He held nothing, but the moment he thought of a spear. In Lee's hand was a spear. I was somewhat unable to understand what Denir had said. This is the conscious world of reason. Anything is possible.

“… Well…”

Lee grabbed the spear tightly while gasping for breath.

The first day of 100 years began.