Reincarnator

'I feel so dirty.'

Hansoo mutters, looking into Samuel's hands.

Why do you keep following me around like this?

The only thing I feel worse about is the fact that they saved my life.

If they hadn't come down, they would have died.

"Ah…"

Hansoo stares at Mi-hee staring at Samuel's hand, dazed beside him.

Hansoo opened his mouth and asked a question, looking at Mi-hee, who still looks unbelievable.

"Did he have any last wishes? Did he say the last one?"

Mi-hee stared at Hansoo, shaking her eyes.

< I saved you. I didn't save him. >

However, Mi-hee, who was constantly grinding it, looked at Hansook and said.

"He told me not to forget he saved you. Live with it for the rest of your life."

Hansoo, who heard it, muttered to himself.

'Lies.'

He couldn't have been so colorful.

He didn't like himself very much until he died of his own memory.

'Maybe you should have told her to live for me... like this. You seemed to like it.'

I gave up going up for one woman, stayed in one district, fought for one woman, followed her to her death, and eventually died instead.

He couldn't have left a single word about himself.

In other words, that is as much as Mi-hee wants.

Tell yourself not to forget Samuel.

Remember that debt.

"I'll think about it."

Hansoo mutters to himself.

I hate to be in debt.

Especially the life debt I hate the most.

Because I have no way to repay myself.

Moreover, the creatures before they die often leave behind a ridiculous word because they do not receive it.

Then.

<... please. >

< Please... >

A sore headache struck my head.

Pain that pokes you in the corner.

No, that's not it.

Every time I tried to think of something, the headaches got worse and worse, and eventually I created the pain that was like putting my head in a squeeze machine.

Every nook and cranny of the brain, every brain, is closer to the dummy.

It's not just a headache.

The stolen memories are trying to climb up slightly from below.

And each time, the existence of a memory-controlling contract forcibly squeezed the head to prevent the memory from going up and down.

Like they say you can never break a contract.

And the result is the winner of the contract.

Waking up.

'Phew... Phew.'

The headache that I was about to climb disappeared as my memory was blocked.

After returning to the pose, Hansoo gave Samuel's hand to Mihee.

"It must be the hand that reached out to you. You're on your own. Bury him somewhere nice. Or take it."

"..."

While holding Mi-hee's hand back without saying anything, Hansoo steps forward.

Maybe it was a chance to rest and I missed it.

So you have to do what you have to do.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of problems left.

Whoo-hoo!

Hundreds and thousands of fleets are floating in the sky, losing their leaders in an instant.

There is a sea creature still hiding in the ground, rolling his eyes.

Everything else needs to be resolved.

Thinking of solving all of this, I was a little annoyed by the urge to go up in the head.

I didn't seem to have a problem with not being confident.

But when I saw Mi-hee and Kiriel who started to move to solve the problem by throwing themselves first, I closed my heart.

'Just a little help. And... you, too. I was struggling.'

Hansoo, who thinks of Samuel, mutters.

It is not easy to sacrifice your life for someone you love.

Life is of the utmost importance and the first order of defense for life.

All flesh functions and survival instincts are focused solely on the survival and reproduction of the species.

However, if the prerequisites change, throwing your life away is not that difficult.

When life isn't worth much.

It's a big mistake to think that if you fight and fight, your obsession with life will become stronger.

No, on the contrary.

If you feel every time you live, you risk your life for nothing.

People get really tired.

Moreover, it's hard to risk your life for the first time.If you keep walking, you'll feel this at some point.

< It would be easier to die. >

If the opponent to fight is a xenograft.

Especially if the way of thinking and survival are so inexplicable, we can't make alliances, we can't negotiate, and we have no choice but to fight and kill.

It's because life is lighter.

Or because the thought of Mi-hee was too heavy.

I don't know if it was either or both.

But here's the thing.

It's over now.

'Rest well.'

Hansoo thought of Samuel and moved on.

To a ship floating in the sky, far away.

..........................................................................

< Shut down the ship quietly and come down. And get out of there. >

R-Oconnellon gained notoriety from a single attitude of communicating in a notification fashion.

What do you mean get off?

That's more like unilaterally disarming.

Then how do those ignorant heterohumans defend themselves when they try to attack them?

R-Oconnellon quickly responded to communications.

"Don't be ridiculous. Surrender yourselves. Or the firepower of our fleet will be upon you immediately."

The situation of a one-sided fire.

The three families who lost their leadership and the Imperial fleet are now on the lookout for each other.

Maybe he won't be attacked first.

If he attacks another fleet, how will this dynamically balanced relationship change?

They had been routinely trained in harsh training, and were able to reach their captain's position due to their lack of judgment, but unfortunately now the stakes are too high.

They could be wiped out at once.

Threatening them all in a situation like this.

Hansoo laughed at the words of R-Oconnellon.

[Yeah. You can't talk about this on the screen like this, right?]

"...?"

When R-Oconnellon looks suspicious, Hansoo smiles coldly and says.

[Let's talk face to face. You don't have to come. I'll be there.]

At the same time.

Shhhhh!

A handful of bodies that were sitting just beyond the screen began to disappear, surrounded by white clouds.

"Oh, shit! Stand by! Shields up!"

Before R-Oconnellon, the creepy backbone, shouted out loud and gave the order.

Quadrudruple!

Wood Duck!

Something creepy is starting to come from the top of the ship.

The sound of something burrowing through the entire ship's armor.

At the same time.

Kuaaaaaaang!

"Ahhhh!"

"Hrrrgh!"

As the top of the bridge bursts, Hansoo, surrounded by a red sphere, pushes down.

Take Cyril and Mi-hee in the back.

'Oh my…. Crazy!'

R-Oconnellon grips his teeth at the sight of his helplessness.

At the same time, I began to understand reality.

It's hard to deal with a Grade 3 transcendent variant of their original ship.

To deal with four-level transcendent variants like them, you have to float through deep space and use enough firepower to melt them down before they even get close.

Otherwise, a blunt ship won't be able to keep up with the maneuvers of the little ones.

But now they've all entered the atmosphere to launch an attack under the Abyss.

That's enough of their range.

It's like this guy right in front of me.

"Damn it... I should have taken the altitude and run!" '

And that wasn't the end.

"Well, let's have a nice conversation. I'm going somewhere else now."

Hansoo leaves a short note and is swept away with Kiriel.

At the same time.

[Aaaaah! What the hell!]

Intruder! Intruder! Stop him!]

Other ships are starting to hear scream-like communications.

"Oh, shit. '

Head toward R-Oconnellon, who was looking desperately at the occupied ships in real time.

Mi-hee opens her mouth with a grave expression.

"Think carefully. We're just passing through, and we don't want to root you out at all. We're not greedy here anyway."

R-Oconnellon nods.

'Cause you're absolutely right.

"But... if you have this much power, it's a different story."

If it's not a threat, you don't have to pry it out.

However, if these vessels float in the sky in one piece, the story is completely different.

If this level of firepower is constantly spread from above, it is a threat not only to ordinary flight attendants but to transcendental leaders.

"We're going up soon. But... we can't leave behind the aftermath."

The captain, R-Oconnellon, swallowed Mi-hee's cold expression.

An ultimatum flew towards that R-Oconnellon.

"Choose. Do you want to abandon all your ships and live quietly... or do you really want to end it?" "

[Aaaaah!]

[Damn it! I can't stop it!]

'... I don't have a choice.'

"Lower your ship altitude. Permission to land."

R-Oconnellon mutters in a frustrated voice.

..............................................................

All the ships that were floating in the sky were sitting on the ground.

Thousands of them side by side on a vast plain, as if parking had been done.

And...

Kuaaaaaa!

Kuaang!

Battleships that outnumber the city budget by a few times were exploding without cause.

In the hands of transcendental dancers who stick together like bees and spread their skills.

Krrrrrrrrr!

Kuku Gugu Bow!

'That way.'

Hansoo turns his head to look the other way.

Uuuhhh!

Hatara collapses on the ground with a weary look on her face, making a mournful cry.

by transcendental fighters spreading unprovoked attacks around us.

Hatara tried to rebel against her own body, but it was meaningless.

The sea was no longer a object of fear that had already exhausted all the energy in its body and had not even the strength to move.

'This crystal is going to be huge.'

Scary to the end.

Uuuhhh!

Hatara falls to the ground screaming.

Soon.

Buzzing!

[Gift]

"Oh."

A huge gift box that could never be compared to this until now was crumbling and fell in front of a handful of eyes.

It looks like there are a lot of people participating, so a suitable box is available.

'Well, I'll take a look at it later.'

Hansoo mutters, restoring his body.

I threatened them pretending to be spontaneous, but now my insides are so full.

Immortality seems crazy, but it will take some time to regenerate to save the owner's body.

Then.

"How are you feeling?"

Hansoo turns his head to the voice of someone speaking to him.

Like himself, one man whose skin was all burnt up.

There was something in that man's hands that he could not see.

"Spear?"

A complete spear.

Hansoo, who was looking at the window spreading the peculiar pressure to all sides, vomited a brief admiration.

'... I thought you were stuck down there.'

"You brought the artifact."

He nods at the top of his head, holding his spear.

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