Amcheon Township
You're gonna change your personality to something new?
I was surprised and told Jegalsa.
"What are you talking about? Can you change your personality at will?"
Usually this sounds crazy - but Zegalsa was confirming that logic as if it were natural.
"Hehehe. What do you think about personality?"
Zegalsa laughed and said,
"The human mind cannot be defined by just one. Not only is it distinguished by external personality and internal attitude, but when it comes to unconscious contact, there are hundreds of layers of layers of the soul. Depending on the need, there are dividing and superficial external observations alone are limited. Random overlapping of such a complex personality object is actually impossible with any kind of psychic technique. But…"
He presses down on the brow of the confused rib.
"It doesn't matter if you flip it from the bottom. Yeah... I guess I'm blowing it up rather than ripping it off."
"......?!"
"If we slow it down, we'll restrain it, then we'll proceed with the meds and the cerebral sequencing. I'll plant despair in the details. Divorce laws, alchemy, etc."
I was a little confused by what Zegalsa said.
"So... you're saying you want to destroy his mind and personality? From the subconscious?"
"Of course! I can't use it otherwise."
I hesitated and said.
"... No! It's no different than killing."
I have long since acquired advanced knowledge such as divorce law and alchemy under the Jegalsa, so I can understand what the Jegalsa is saying and what it means. The sound of destroying the subconsciously occupied personality of the seagull, the representation of the personality, etc. was no different from the death of a human being called the [seagull].
Then Jegalsa coldly said.
"Oh really? Then why don't you kill this useless bastard with a knife right now? Why not just knife him and psychologically kill him? What's different?"
"Uh..."
"What the hell are you doing asking me for help?"
"......"
I was silent because I had nothing to say. It was contradictory even when I thought about it.
"Stay with me. Listen to me. Now is not the time to be questioning the morals and ethics of the human world. I'll explain the benefits of blowing his personality right now."
The seagull stared at the seagull and began to explain.
"You may have heard of it from the prophet before, but it has great relevance to the human personality, [Talent]. Talent is a byproduct of the convenience of mental power, so you can't fall apart."
"I did."
I once asked a prophet how I could raise my talents. At that time, I still remember vividly the answer of the prophet.
[The blessing of elevating talent itself is very rare... and the methods are very limited...]
[Talent means... instinct... flexibility... creativity... innate ability... developability... all of that... but then... gaining talent... doesn't that mean... personality change?]
[Yes... personality...]
[Personality doesn't change... Talent doesn't rise... because... it has to change the structure of the mind... and vice versa... and that's why talent enhancement techniques... are so complex and tricky... that it leaves a big aftermath for the subject...]
Since the Prophets were told that they were one of the most psychic superpowers in the universe, it was likely that all theories related to the mind were real. When I was reminded of the prophet's answer, the words of the Jegalsa followed.
"He was too talented to be born since he was a child. In his early teens, he had already realized the ultimate atheism theory, read the Apocalypse, and entered an adrenalism called the Flower of Magic. Whatever it was, it was easy, so I couldn't find any more reasons to improve. Problem is, the personality arrogance at the time has increased with his ability to feed on people over the age of 30."
He glanced down at the ledge with rather cold eyes.
"If we don't improve, we'll be trapped. This guy had the potential to go unprotected, unprotected, juicy, fresh, but he figgered himself."
I tilted my head because I didn't understand.
"But what I don't understand is... he's a genius, and you know how strong he can be when he reaches absolute heights." I don't understand that you're giving up because you're bothering to ignore the benefits... "
Then Jegalsa said as if she was pathetic.
"You're a genius. You'd better give up sooner, you idiot. No matter how talented you are, you've been knocking on the threshold for 23 deaths, haven't you? Even if you are a genius with ten fingers in the middle school, you should put everything down and focus on training for at least twenty years. It's a tough journey, and the quartermaster had no reason to be so strong."
"Ah."
"It happens because you have a good head. As I always choose the easy path, I don't want to walk the hard and hard king."
The seagull laughed coldly at him.
"You probably have a natural talent, so you'd think you'd accomplish something in thirty years. Ultimate hardship is not something you can get with time."
Oh, I see.
I said something because I suddenly remembered something.
"Wait. What about Jegalyu-ryong? Is he not strong enough to be passionate?"
Zegalsa was silent for a moment. And he said,
"Hmmm... maybe you're different from me. What you're after is total annihilation, even if your personal power becomes absolute or super-fresh. You don't have enough training for hundreds of years to beat the monkey you signed this life."
You're right.
When we think about the power of the heavenly host, we cannot challenge it with the power of ordinary humans. The vast gap that training itself would feel meaningless - it was close to the racial difference between a half-breed and a human.
"Moreover, I think it is likely that you already know the identity and strength of the Western Mother in heaven. Do you think a human being like you would stand against the Queen Dowager and be invincible?"
"......"
"If you're not an infinitely old lunatic like yourself, you should give up on improving your entire life force like your brother."
I was too persuasive to talk for a while.
"He really wants to destroy the kingdom of heaven. That's why he's saving time for his personal training. That might actually work, but that's the thing that scares you..."
The Jegalsa who explained so followed the tea next to me for a while, whether I was thirsty or thirsty. And then he said,
"Anyway, to get back to the point, in this case, his personality, his ruthlessness and selfishness are interfering with his talents. Once we completely blow this guy's personality and turn him blank, there's only pure talent left. Do you understand?"
"... is it really going to work? You can lose your personality and your talent."
When I rebuked him, Jegalsa said,
"Of course there's a chance. That's why the divorce laws are so precise."
"Divorce laws?"
The seagull nods and raises his hands so that his palms can be seen. Soon after, he was ready to cast the Divorce Act and draw the spirit into his hands.
"Polishing divorce laws so dramatically will not only attract souls with the power of the bag, but also infiltrate your bag and take control of the person's mind and body. At the same time, it is possible to copy the signs of the exterior and the perception that they are potentially possessing subconsciously and transfer them to me for a moment."
"What?!"
"Just in case, after keeping his memory and personality for a while, he moves the bag of divorce laws to completely erase his inner flame and appearance. I'm sure this way, there won't be any side effects. Because in the copying process, it can silence his resistance instincts."
"No, of course it's theoretically possible..."
I was surprised.
I know that what Jegalsa said is theoretically possible, because I've been familiar with the law of divorce. Divorce is the best technique in human history when it comes to handling bags. The bag can greatly affect the soul and spirit of the target.
However, it is only possible theoretically. In fact, my experience with bags requires a high level of sensation and concentration, even for simple tasks that just attract the attention of the opponent. It takes a tremendous skill to erase the opposing Pokémon's mind and copy its representations simultaneously.
Maybe it's the agent's way to get the divorce drama over my head. When I was losing my words, Jegalsa calmly said.
"I just told you. If you're gonna offer me a way out, don't take any crap from me."
"Well..."
"I can't give you any more tricks. Impossible. It's nonsense to keep this guy alive. Even if you manipulate Bags with divorce laws, if you are this cunning and talented, I will always find a gap and beat your ass. Maybe I should go behind my back with Jegal Yoo-ryong. You're gonna get cancer, and I'm not gonna see that."
Jegalsa, who was growling, said.
"Choose! Blow his mind or just kill him right here." The Anonymous Priest just lost it. "
I was concerned. Zegalsa was right about Sari and this was close to my mistake. Of course, I have struggled with the Chamberlain to relieve the fatigue that has accumulated during my death and confirm my strength, but as a result it was a loss. And there will be nothing left to insist on in this situation.
But -- anyway, killing psychologically is the same thing.
Has he committed so much evil that he would slaughter the butcher himself?
"......"
On second thought, it's not that bad. It is said to be a talented son of a bitch who is so selfish and ignorant of the pain of his people, but still hasn't done anything as vicious as the pirates. It just blended according to its own hand's gain. Of course, I know empirically that this kind of person will do something so evil in the future, but I still don't think it's that bad.
I sighed for a long time.
"I'm sorry. Just give me a minute to talk to her."
"Sure. I'll keep him out of divorce. Do whatever you have to do and come back."
Zegalsa grumbled as if she didn't think it was a bad idea to talk to Mangling. I got out of there and went to a network of people who would handle the soil in sulfuric acid.
Pa!
I gave Obsidian to the Grim Reaper to show him how it's done. After receiving the Obsidian, he thought about it for a moment.
"Personally, what do I think of you, you know, as mischievous? As you might think, you can't share the good with the bad, and you're just a very smart man... but you're irresponsible. However, I was inferior to him because I didn't have the talent for drinking, and I didn't point out his shortcomings properly and left the Imperial Palace in ruins."
He looked up at the distant sky and said,
"... I've been thinking a little differently lately as I've been getting confidential information from your memories. Perhaps, even that was intended by my father."
"......?"
Intentionally?
I was curious and looked at him, and the prospect smiled bitterly.
"It's just a guess. But I don't think the love you have for your brother is wrong. You're not an inhuman villain, so I want you to improve."
"Then what should we do?"
He nods.
"I agree with my uncle's divorce laws. I just want you to accept him as a colleague and treat him with respect. And once he's got a good enough heart, we can put him back together."
"Ah…"
Does that mean Zegalsa was copying subconscious representations and perceptions?
When I understood later and held my head back, the telemetry was firm.
"There is no other way to speak to your uncle. It's impossible to safely use divorce laws on a bookkeeper who is about my own size, so I have no choice."
Surprisingly, he also seemed to agree that the scorpion should be eliminated mentally. However, the direction in which he approached was temporarily focused on scolding and opening him up. I was curious and asked the Grim Reaper.
"Manglish. What potential do you think the Chamberlain would have if he were to be completely talented?"
"Well..."
He said as he shed his tears.
"He will be reborn as a true centerpiece. I hate him quite a bit, but I can't help but appreciate his talents."
"I see..."
I was able to decide my mind when I heard the telepathy. And as I was about to return to the Jegalsa, I was awakened.
"Hundred."
"What's the matter?"
"And it will be relatively easy to find a successor of that official business, so leave that to me. Leave that passage to me for a while."
"Well, I see. But even if you think it's that easy..."
When I asked him the question, he smiled bloody.
"Oh my... I seem to have forgotten your writing for a long time. Guan Yu is a brother of the Three Kingdoms Feudal Monastery and a great master who was also known as Devotion. Don't you remember?"
"Ah!"
I just remembered and lost my elasticity.
'Why was I forgetting that?'
Guangwoo was not very famous, but he was indispensable in the history of the Three Kingdoms and had considerable civil awareness. When I was embarrassed, telepathy said,
"It's not a crowd. You've been studying for decades, and you've been rolling and rolling and rolling with all these mysteries and adventures for a while now that you don't have to worry about the past."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to study again..."
"It doesn't have to be, and the descendants of the Great People who are about as good as they are will be easy to track down. I'll run the anti-celestial blinds and find them myself."
"Please."
I felt a little anxious while answering.
"The memory gained by the encephaloscope is not complete..."
So far, I've been remembering that every time I have to memorize an important memory, I've been operating a telescope, and I've been increasing my memory and brain utilization. In this way, memory leakage has been prevented as much as possible in my previous life, but now the flaw has been revealed. It is because no matter how much memory you have, your memory will become blurred over time.
Trouble!
I need to store my memory in a different way. Otherwise, when I reached the 50th or 100th time later, I was more likely to forget important information or clues than this trivial information. Not knowing Guan Yu was not a big problem for me, but what if I later find out God's weakness or secret and forget it?
Even with the memory and life experience I have accumulated so far, it will be close to hundreds of years for a normal human being. The adventure and information I experienced was something that no human being could ever achieve in my life.
But this was also a very difficult problem. I can do all the tricks I can to store my memory in Obsidian, but this does not essentially prevent me from leaking my memory. because obsidian is not passed on in my previous life.
However, how do you transfer your memory without knowing how your previous life skills work?
How do I...? '
A handset that can continuously store memories throughout your life.
I realized I really needed it. Until now, I have survived with a telescope, but now I feel a sign that it should not be.
'Let's cool off.'
I thought about it and headed to Cheonwoojin. However, I decided to get the whole country from the Jade Bird through Cheonwoojin because I had to do what I had to do first.
Cheonwoojin bluntly said when he met me.
"I thought you didn't get the settlement fee last time... You want me to break through the entire Seal for free?" "
"......"
"You will pay for this right now. Otherwise I won't work."
As expected, he was very thorough in calculating the price. But I gave the Prophets quite a bit of crucifixion and black and white, so all that was left was a big treasure. I thought I'd give him the inner workings of the Inquisitionist, but I hesitated because I thought it best to give this to the glucose.
I said while I was thinking.
"Well... what's the recipe for a vaccination here?"
Cheonwoojin was annoyed.
"What do you want me to do because I'm a master thief? That might come in handy for your dog, but I don't need it!"
"... Can I have some Platinum?"
"Just give it to me."
When I took out ten lumps of platinum, Cheonwoojin opened his eyes and said,
"No, I don't think this is good either. Don't you have any alcoholic treasures?"
"Are you asking for a bopae?"
"Give it to me."
He seemed to want to give me a treasure, like a silver platter or a Sundanese phrase. Though I could give it to you considering the importance of the entire Seal, I felt sad for some reason. Since I gave Cheonwoojin Obsidian and accepted him as a colleague, I thought I might save some treasure.
'Hmm... I need a lot of preparation to go to the Rock Census, so I should save up the treasure... Maybe I can replace it with something else... Ah!'
I thought about it and told Cheonwoojin.
"You owe me!"
"What are you talking about?"
I have sharpened my eyes.
"Fifty years later, you read Obsidian that you gave me a clue about the phantom zone. Why do you take it for a living and wipe your mouth?"
"......!!"
Cheon Woo-jin looked embarrassed. I was just thinking about getting it, and I didn't know I was going to counterattack. He hesitated for a moment and said.
"That's... that's not a debt. I found it anyway, so I delivered it."
"If I hadn't transferred the memory to Obsidian, would you have gotten it? Of course, that's what I've achieved in my past life!"
"Ugh!"
"Shameless fellow!"
When I pressed Cheonwoojin, he seemed greatly distraught. Then he gripped his teeth and said,
"Dammit... got it! You can break the national Seal for free!"
"Hahaha."
"Make sure you don't owe me this in the future. This is the end of life."
I shake my head.
"I can't do that."
"Excuse me?"
"The hallucinations are no joke to children, and you think this is normal debt? You will continue to be a slave to me..."
Choon Woo-jin's expression was greatly shaken, and it was the moment I made a suspicious smile.
Ugh...
I'm sleepy.
Suddenly, an enormous amount of sleep poured out, and I felt a blur in front of my eyes. I could see his new statue crumbling as well as the Cheonwoojin in front of me. I dozed off like a sleeping bath I couldn't resist.
A world of dreams.
I stand dumbstruck in a village with trails. I saw Cheonwoojin standing next to me.
And in front of us are two black cats licking their feet.
The black cat, the scout, looked at me and said.
[It's 3 times free.]
"Huh?"
The scout yawned.
[You really like free. Don't be so cavalier.]
Pa 'at
I woke up from my sleep, and I met the heavenly snow with this strange look in my eyes.
Cheongjin also looked at me with depressed eyes, whether I felt dirty or not. However, he was expressing good fortune during his misfortune.
"Hey, let's go."
"... Okay."
I felt bad.
I can't believe a scout just stepped in.
The scout master intervened and missed the opportunity to continue to use Cheonwoojin's power for free. Instead, it was fortunate that there would be no need to pay Chunwoojin separately for the next three lifetimes.