Reincarnated Swordmaster

Immediately thereafter, Mangosteen searched the books he knew about the 'first letter' and became obsessed with the interpretation of the ostrich gate, and Cheonwoojin decided to head to a spiritual place to strengthen the seal of the Jegalsa. The Grim Reaper told me.

"Baek Wung. First, go to the secret library beneath the Araza Empire."

"Bring me the book you wrote about Chang Hill?"

The retinue nods.

"Unlike brain death, Chang Heel had no reaction to touching the book. Chang Hill put a spell on books and information related to him all over the world, but it seems that Chang Hill couldn't do that to the inventory of books held by the Great Prophets."

"Hmm…"

That sounds plausible.You 'd better be prepared in case you haven't gotten any information from the Prophet. I've decided to do as the network says.

"Zegalsa's magic is more powerful than I imagined."

Before leaving, Cheonwoojin frowned.

"This bopae won't hold him for long."

"You can't even seal the Seal of Zegalsa?"

"You saw the rejection earlier. We're low on volume. Maybe even the armor you have."

Choon Woo-jin answered bluntly.

"There are limits to sealing a powerful being with a bopae. It's natural to get four of the world's finest books, but I can't help but notice Zegalsa's pure magical power is at its peak."

You mean the Jegalsa was so strong?

Choon Woo-jin lifted his knighthood and pushed it in front of me.

"I'll strengthen my spirituality and try to stop it as best I can, but I can't guarantee you more than ten days. It will be ten days at the most, so prepare yourself."

Ten days.

It was a hazy time, so I frowned. I suddenly realized something and reacted to what Cheonwoojin said.

"Mind readiness?"

"Prepare to kill the magistrate with your hands."

"......!!"

"It's probably best to kill him now."

Choon Woo-jin said confidently.

"If Zegar falls under the Demon King, she will be ten times stronger than she is now. By then, the Jegalsa itself will be a disaster. Before that, it would be better to cut Zegalsa's breath out with the furnace and absorb its power."

I grabbed Cheonwoojin's collar.

"I told you, I won't do it!"

"Hoo. Ex-husband. You want to save your colleague's life?"

"Yes."

Identify

Cheonwoojin dropped my collar. When I ignored my inner circle, I felt like I was using a hallucinogenic magic trick. He stared at me with annoying eyes.

"I really hate Madosa like Jegalsa, and you really hate her like a worm, but that attitude is nothing but self-satisfaction."

"What?"

"So what are you going to do? I can seal the necklace in a bobae for ten days because I'm about the same size. Madosa, who has already gained four magical powers of the best book, such as the Anonymous Priest, is already out of human specification. There's hardly any sealing in the world. If you say it like you mean it, why don't you show me something?"

"......"

When I kept my mouth shut, I roared to become a Cheonwoojin.

"I'm not going to tell you until I do what Zegalsa says I want you to do to maximize your efficiency with humanity. But if there's no way, it's better to kill it and strengthen the furnace. The death penalty may have thought of this, but I'm telling you because it's your own flesh and blood."

"But what's left of it?"

I answered with difficulty.

"Do I have to go on living my life as a resource, changing and changing my colleague's life? That's..."

"No different than the Sovereign Church or the twelve Gospels."

"... Yes."

Then, Choi Woo-jin laughed as if it were ridiculous.

"Ha! Now you have no right to speak ill of them."

"What are you talking about?"

"They had faith. And you have faith, but you're mistaken for something important. You're not trying to save an ally's life for Zegalsa, you're just making excuses to protect your own mental strength."

"......!!"

"I understand, but I can't empathize. But at least prepare your own answers."

His eyes sank cold.

"Give me an answer, not an excuse."

Whee!

Cheonwoojin disappeared the next moment. All he had to say was pour it out like a waterfall and leave. I spiked his attitude, but more than that, my heart is burning. Cheonwoojin's words have touched the contradiction that I have been holding in my heart.

Damn it.

I keep my relationships with my colleagues and pursue the Great Sage with the seal.

It may be an ideal act, but what we have now encountered is a reality that ideology cannot control. If I tried to save the Zegalsa who had made a deal with the Demon King, I would end up playing around in Chang Hill's hands, but there was no way to seal it up. There was no best, and the current situation of having to choose the worst and not the worst was pretty stuffy.

The problem is not just this moment. In the future, I will have to weigh an infinite amount between a colleague's life and efficiency in my previous life. You will continue to be more frustrated and miserable than you are now.

I have to choose every time. Choon Woo-jin predicted the situation because he saw the memories of my past life, and he made a third party decision to decide my mind beforehand. Otherwise, it is obvious that the same problem will continue to be repeated.

"......"

The answer is not an excuse.

I recited the words and turned to the prophet. Now we have to move a little bit more to find a way.

Pa 'at

I first light up and head to the Secret Library of [Great Races] in the Araza Empire.

Boom!

"Ugh?!"

However, I felt a sudden bounce and rushed into the snow mountains around Moscow. Seeing the castle at such a low level, it seemed to bounce about ten times. This was a phenomenon that had happened before and was unable to enter because of the consequences.

"The Secret Library is not what it used to be..."

Did [Great Race] feel the need to protect their knowledge vault because of this sudden change? It must have been so powerful that it couldn't be pierced by the momentum of boiling, a simple tool.

I used Sundanese phrases to report the situation to the network. Then, he said that he was obsessed with interpreting the work.

[100.Then don't force yourself into a bargain with the prophet.]

[With the Apostle's power, I think I can break through that barrier...]

[You must not have a protective barrier on the outside. There's a good chance he's got a guardian on the inside or a tracker in every book. If they were as obsessed with knowledge as [Great Race], wouldn't they do that?]

[Hmm. I guess so.]

[You can force it out, but you shouldn't give the impression of a robber before negotiating with a prophet. If we hurry, we can do it later.]

[Okay.]

I felt sorry for him, but I can't get the book out of the secret library now. And I arrived in front of the prophet Astana with a flashlight.

"Prophets. I am the Hundred Hundred Hundred."

[Hao... Are you the apostle of Emperor Ogre?]

The greeting was different. In my previous life, the prophet greeted the human in his own home, but this time he recognized me as an apostle as soon as he saw me. I glanced back at the prophet and said,

"Prophets, do you know me?"

[Of course... The great hero who defeated Cao Cao Cao's spirit... I've heard a great deal about your work.]

The prophet was quite curious. I keep thinking he hasn't seen a mark that distinguishes me from my former life.

"I've come to make a deal with you. And I'll tell you one thing."

[What…]

I said it with confidence.

"I'm an ex-employee."

[......!!]

The prophet shook his tentacles and floated in the air like a strange shape. The prophet groaned as if he had done his own checking.

[I... made sense... that you were a predecessor and had enough to defeat the human race for the rest of your life... Why are you telling me this?]

"You know, you flagged me, so you tried to hide it. We just decided not to hide it for the sake of mutual trust."

[Khh... You've been dealing with me for a long time... Do you know my personality...]

The prophet laughed at what pleased him. And then he said,

[Okay... tell me what you want. Let's enjoy the deal.]

"What I want is Chang Hill's information. and why the Demon Lord proclaimed it, and the first text to control the incarnation of Chang Hill."

[......]

The prophet silenced quite a long time and said.

[I'm caught up in a tricky game... Is the winner of this one the master of all the world... Hmm...]

The prophet who was saying an unknown sound was the word.

[I hold my own judgment... Neither you nor I can predict whether I will win... I cannot side with you.]

"Don't be ridiculous. Just tell me you can sell information."

[Of course you can trade. If you can offer the right price…]

"Here it is."

Swook

I removed the Magic Ring bracelet from my armor, as well as the relic, crystal stone, and all kinds of miscellaneous treasures. I literally pulled out everything except fireworks, boilers, parakeets, and essentials like the national Seal.

'Now this is all I can mobilize.'

As much as I've accomplished in this life, the treasures that were accumulated in the beginning have been consumed considerably. It has drawn all sorts of blessings and gains instead of consuming treasure. So I had a pretty bad feeling about this, but for now, I have to find out as much information as I can. I couldn't spare the treasure because it was judged according to how much information I learned from the prophet this time.

The prophet who was looking at the treasures I had taken out said.

[You have a lot... but...]

"But what!"

[Chang Hill has a confidentiality pact with me... so I can't talk about his secrets like this... but I don't know much about it...]

"What..."

[Besides, you're not attracted to some of the stuff you have...]

I felt my head grow lighter.

"It's a nondisclosure agreement! You're lying."

The prophet shakes his tentacle.

[No way... A treaty I made with Chang Hill a long time ago... He had a very unusual obsession with keeping his secrets... So he tried to find me and others who might have uncovered or uncovered his secrets... Every one of them... He made an equal treaty with me... but there were quite a few who were killed or sealed by Chang Hill back then...]

"......"

Suddenly, I recalled a memory in which the power of the entire Seal was sealed with the power of the Sub-manager when I tried to activate the functions of the entire Seal. Fangjo quickly sealed the entire Seal as he thought he was being searched, and there he felt determined to keep his secret. If Fangjo and Chang Heel were allies, Chang Heel would also be obsessed with protecting his secrets, such as the Fangjo.

'That doesn't sound like a lie.'

According to that, Chang Heel and Fangjo lived in the middle of the world or the west, hiding themselves thoroughly. For thousands of years! But they're more than just apostles, they're not normal, so why have they been so afraid to keep secrets?

"Just a moment, please. Think about it."

[Slowly...]

I kept the prophets waiting and folded my arms.

'There's still hope.'

Although it makes sense to say the prophet is a treaty of secrecy, he's basically an informant. If the price is high, he can break deals and sell information, and I've known his disposition my entire life. In other words, the treasures I have presented do not meet the criteria for his betrayal.

There is a way to open the mouth of the prophet. But I hesitated quite a bit.

'... do I have to sacrifice the entire Seal?'

I'm really worried.

Since the national Seal usually has a value of 10 Boceps, it will allow the prophet to open his mouth at a time. However, because the National Seal gave me great power, it also gave me the power to fight against powerful enemies. If I do not have the National Seal, even if the Cedar Bong Jinn comes and fights with me, it will not last long, so I will explode and explode my potential.

In other words, if you devote yourself to the entire Jade Bird and find out the information, you will lose the power to fight the powerful apostles. Of course, it was a huge loss, so I had to hesitate.

I opened my mouth.

"Prophets. I'll pay you back."

[Deferred payment...?]

"I'll pay you back what I've given you, and I'll pay you back for the lack of information. I don't have enough right now."

The prophet said as if he was surprised.

[Hmm... A down payment... Nobody offered me a down payment in life.]

"Is there a reason you can't accept that? Like you said, I'm a hero enough to take down Vesuvius. Besides, I'm an apostle of Emperor Ogre! After this, I promise I will pay you back in 100 years or 200 years."

[......]

Will you accept the afterpayment offer?

After a while, the prophet said.

[Not available.]

"Why?!"

I said because I was embarrassed.

"I have the ability to pay you back! You know better than I do what it means to be an ex-con, don't you?"

[I admit that you have the ability, reputation, and qualifications... You are also an apostle of the emperor... but you are a former student, which is why you refused to pay your dues.]

"What do you mean?"

[The ex-wife dies and then it's over... If you file for a postpayment and get it wrong... I'll never get the rest of the postpayment... I don't know... I don't even know if I can bring your soul back with a command...]

"......"

[Also, this is the perfect time for you to suddenly die...]

The prophet seemed to stare at me with an unfathomable look.

[You... are too high a risk of splashing... the highest in the universe... you are always in advance...]

Prepaid!

I felt dizzy when I heard that. I'm sure I haven't thought of that since I'm an ex-employee, but I must think of it that way, knowing that I'm an ex-employer. When I was dumbfounded, the prophet looked at the treasure that had been lying flat and said,

[But... I can tell you more about the Demon King's purpose... The original text... It would cost more than that...]

"Really?"

[I also expect your confrontation to be exciting... as objective as possible, how about this exchange...]

I thought about it, and said,

"Good."

You can forcibly extract information by giving away the entire Seal or by giving away United States demand or Monday. However, it can be done in the next life, and if we give the prophet Chiljo now, we don't have to calculate how the kingdom will react. Since I still have the number of spleens, I decided to listen from the information around me.

'Even if I feel bad about it, I will extract the book from the secret library and get information about Chang Hill.'

The prophet began to speak.

[First of all, the reason the Demon King was pronounced simple... He was always on the lookout for the Mediterranean... He stopped hijacking human bodies for causality and enjoying himself... But not long ago, someone approached him and handed him a clue to the Demon King that he could never fathom...]

"Zibo? Is it Bobae?"

[I don't know... but it's hard to find a treasure that fights the merit rate throughout the entire heavenly world... I wonder if there's one or two in the heavens... Only the party now knows what treasure the Demon King has in his possession...]

"Hmm."

[The movement was also intended by a creature of Chang Heel, called Chinnara...]

"It's a long country."

I asked the prophet.

"How strong is Ginna? What does it look like and what powers does it possess?"

[I can't go into detail because of the above confidentiality agreement... Ginna is the most shape-shifter in the arms... the closest to a human being... and the brain in her arms... and I know that Ginna has already had a close relationship with the Demon King...]

"Hmm. That's a little weird."

[Something's wrong...]

"Your arms are the incarnation of Chang Hill. Doesn't that mean we're all in this together? It's a little weird to think of the role of the brain."

The incarnation is the concept. Not only are they shrouded, but all the other incarnations have their own will as opposed to their own… They live as independent people… only their nature remains unchanged.]

"Hmph!"

This is unexpected information.

The incarnation's will is not necessarily in line with Chang Hill's will. Of course, he was following the main body because he gave the order, but it seemed like a relationship that was farther away than I thought.

'That said, there are eight people with different personalities in their arms. It's more like a group of people for one purpose.'

The prophet continued while I was thinking.

[As you can imagine... he must have reacted immediately because you and your party touched Chang Hill's stench... Your war has already begun...]

"Tell me about the first text."

[The first text... relates to the case where Chang Hill made the text for the New Age...]

The prophet who took a moment said.

[Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred... Is it necessary for any being with life and will... to develop civilization?]

I answered without hesitation.

"Isn't that obvious? Without the text, you can't record knowledge and information, and you can't communicate."

[No... not necessarily... Among the many intelligent beings in the universe... there are those who do not feel the need for characters and have developed civilizations by magic alone... as well as those who do not intentionally develop them because of the dangers of them.]

"Is it dangerous to text?"

[The letter... contains a name... because a name defines existence...]

Defines the existence of a name?

The prophet's words continued as I tilted my head.

[Chang Heel not only created the Chinese characters for Humankind... but also the archetypes and origins of language for all races on every continent... It helped civilization develop... but it was constrained by the Humans themselves.]

"So what are the constraints and risks?"

[The one under Chang Hill's blessing... has absolute power within the language... that the text interferes with human subconscious and submissive to the soul... by moving the text indirectly, dominating the name of existence... and taking over the essence of it.]

"......!!"

You're using texts to control your name!

[This ancient and perfectly woven governance... has served as a necklace for animals... by enslaving your human writing to Chang Hill.]]

I thought I could understand what the prophet said.

"... Chang Hill wanted to continue to rule the humans."

[I don't know about that... but I can assure you that your human texts... are the result of a devastatingly artificial... shaman...]

"Anyway, let's play. So the first text was called Hanja?"

[No… no…]

"Then?"

The prophet paused and said.

[Chang Hill wrote a human text for all I know... but it was the emperor who tolerated it and accepted it.] Chang Heel begged the emperor to make a note of it, and at that time the emperor told Chang Heel...]

"How?"

["Make the first letter that proves that we are keeping our promise. And give it to me."]

"......?"

Promise?

What kind of promise is that?

And what about "we"?

Before I could say anything, the prophet continued.

[Chang Heel said that writing was difficult to make with his abilities... but the emperor would never allow it if he would not listen to his demands... and Chang Heel had to abandon the original writing and recreate it from the beginning... So the emperor was satisfied with the dedicated writing... and allowed to create the remaining sub-characters... Then the prototype of the Han alphabet or other characters was formed.]

I shed a tear.

"Something... difficult."

[I also stumbled upon an information source in the heavenly world... This is a passage that is not recorded in our literature.]]

"Why did the emperor ask you to make such letters?"

[I don't know… the emperor is the most secretive of all the emperors… Perhaps the same emperor's car can't count on his insides.]

"Hmm..."

[Anyway, the text that was created and dedicated to the emperor was the 'first text'. Chang Hill poured out his divinity on the first letter, so he had no choice but to deal with it and it weakened him. Neither did his master nor his incarnation.]

"Hm. Is there no effect of that text other than Chang Hill or his clan?"

[I know it is...]

It's a different story than I thought. I thought Chang Heel would have made it proactive, but it was now the Emperor's request. It was like asking Chang Hill to make it for a clear reason. Chang Heel would have taken only the circular schematics of the Hanja who could rule the human race to the emperor, but he did something unexpected.

Also, in that anecdote, the emperor clearly had his Chang Heel under his feet and was able to clearly control it. The absolute monarch must be impossible to wield with Chang Hill's cunning tricks.

What is the Emperor's Contributor thinking?

Why did he tell me to make that letter?

I thought about it quickly and said:

"So, you know what the first text was, the Emperor Consignee?"

[Yes...]

"Do you have any of the first texts written down? How to get it..."

The prophet said in a slightly distressing tone.

[I'm sorry... There is no such thing... Our kind gathers all the knowledge of the world... but the first letter was given to the Emperor as soon as it was made... It cannot be written in a book... Not even our kind could gather it in the library.]

"......"

[However... the emperor and the emperor in the East are all aware of the letter and can use it.]

"I see!"

I had a black face. Normally, I'd ask you what kind of clue this is, but it's different for me now.

'I am the Apostle of Emperor Oze Jeollook!'

He even took care of his work and was invited to a banquet and trained for five years through his power. There could not have been a more intimate person than me. If you ask him nicely somehow, he may be able to figure out what the 'first letter' is.

The prophet said:

[There's still a price to pay... If you do me the right favor, I'll listen.]

The prophet tended to cheat, but he also had the clarity to settle for what was left.

'Besides, I leaked a lot of information pretending not to see you answer me now. He's enjoying the confrontation between me and Chang Heel pretending to remain neutral... As expected, the treaty of secrecy is just horses.'

Such tendencies will be available again later.

I thought about the prophet's proposal and said,

"I want to ask you two questions."

[Do it...]

"First, the pyramid in this brazier is injured. Is there any way we can get her back from her magic?"

[Let me see...]

The prophet glanced back at the sword of Huayo and replied.

[The energy of a powerful flame must be used to ignite the fireplace... Though it symbolizes the power of fire, it would be better if you were to help from the outside... Find the best flame you can find in the human world.]

"I see."

[Any other questions...?]

I explained the situation to Zegalsa. And I said,

"Is there any way to break the contract that Jegalsa made?"

[Death to the Demon King... or else the Demon King will have to release it on his own... There is no way to release the previous contract.]

"... is there really no way?"

[The answer is already fixed, so just answer...?]

"Well, it's not like that."

[Ask me another question, you don't have to ask me a few times...]

I thought about it and said,

"... then give me the ability to interpret the book!"

[Um...?]

"Anything with a low temper. Let me read the geese."

The prophet was baffled as if it were an unexpected request. And I said after a while,

[Good move...]

"......"

[Fine... I'll let you get away with this...]

Pa 'at

After a while, a light flashed from the prophet's tentacle and hit my body. I felt the green light rushing through my mind as it stayed in my body. After a while, I could see a huge amount of information floating around in my head.

The prophet said:

[I've put in some basic skills... I can't be held responsible if I can't read with them.]

"Is this the end of the bargain?"

[Yes.]

The prophet smiled.

[I hope you find this a more interesting war...]

The prophet disappeared in the intestine with a strange foreign laugh.

I took a big breath and clenched my fist. Now I have no choice but to interpret the book of cerebral cortex I obtained with this ability to interpret.

"What if it's bad?"

He was trying to accomplish the impossible in the first place, so it was obvious that he couldn't get to the end with only plausible logic. Even if I try to fight the herd and force it, I must never be defeated or give up.

Even when choosing the worst of the worst comes out.

Though there will often be more concerns between colleagues and efficiency in the future,

All I can do is keep acting with faith and find the best.

I returned from the prophet and reported the situation so far to the network. I also looked at my ability to interpret the epiglottis of cerebral cortex.

Woong.

"Read!"

The geese in the book are completely different from the human language or system of letters. Rather, it was more of an intrinsic dictum that only foreigners could interpret. An anthropologist interpreted the Goose of Mado Book as impossible was the moment when he immediately understood the words of the scout.

"Good for you."

The telemetry said with great joy.

"Chang Hill's response to the epiglottic spill of his brain necessarily contained a fatal secret. Let's find it in this book."