Reincarnator

Then God asked me again.

"What good is an angel?"

God laughed at that.

"It makes me feel so much better."

Of course not.

No matter how strong you are, Abyss can't relax.

He built it for that.

Even if you are strong, there is always the possibility that you will be stronger than yourself.

That's why we can't let our guard down.

We must constantly fight and fight and struggle to become stronger.

But the story is different when you become your own personal apostle and angel.

There is nothing that will put the victim at risk.

No matter how strong he is, I can't touch the managers I've worked so hard to create, but the main stage is different.

Their main stage of action is not the Abyss, but the reality.

He created them to shake up the world of those who live in peace and struggle to survive.

The Abyss is returning to its shape anyway, but there's no reason to put angels in there.

You can only live as the perpetrator, not just the victim.

So Nurmaha, who had a fairly perverted taste, and the master of the mycelium sword, chose to become a manager.

The man with the shoe dragon and the man who gave birth to the seed called GuangMa chose not to be a manager.

You said you haven't done much yet.

The god who remembered the four of them made a black face.

'They're made to be unpredictable, but they're too predictable.'

In fact, this guy was expecting something, too.

< I will choose to live as a human being, not as a manager. >

That's the answer from the look on his face until now.

And it was making God gloomy.

What is the Seed of Angels, Transcendence?

Simply put, it's who you are.

A toy made of clay by other creatures.

They made a great masterpiece after stripping their flesh off and debting the filth.

Since he made his own flesh in the first place, only one can be inserted per world.

Otherwise, we just need to create and insert thousands and billions of transcendence per world.

No matter how low the odds, if the number increases, it will be a winner.

However, one reason why he collects managers and angels who were born through low odds while waiting for this hard time.

You can't make it easy on yourself.

You cannot compare to other creatures as their flesh has entered them.

The difference between ducks and swans may not be easy to distinguish when they are young, but as there is a huge difference when they grow up, even if they are mixed together in the world, a huge difference can be made later.

Of course I do.

They're like their own children in some way.

Of course, they have infinite possibilities that cannot be compared to those of clay sculpted creatures.

It's the same with dragons and demons.

Dragons and demons may have been made well, but there are limits.

But those who are like their own children have no limits.

Even a parent can't force a child, it is possible to lean on themselves to some degree.

I can tell just by the way Hansoo hit his head.

He thought it was possible because he was brave... but what if he wasn't the manager?

He should have crouched to the ground as soon as he saw himself.

It's not about taking care of yourself and not taking care of them.

It's not a matter of strength, it's a matter of origin and birth.

Ordinary creatures cannot lift their heads in front of them.

The purpose of being buried deep beneath the Abyss, the Devil, any of them.

He hit his head because he was the manager.

That's why God, Himself, has always looked forward to rolling the seeds to be the manager, but always looking forward to them.

Although they are born with a clear purpose, in a certain sense, they are born with a clear purpose.

I've always looked at them with loving eyes, thinking they might surpass their expectations as well as their own flesh and debris.

But the affection became more and more disappointed.

He lives in peace as a manager with his own seed.

He abandons his own seed and lives freely and vigorously.

Those who are told to grow up in diverse ways will be disappointed no matter how much they go through two paths.

'My expectations were too high.'

God kicked my tongue.

It was wrong of him to expect too much from his own flesh.

Of course, I have no complaints that the climbers have turned the Abyss upside down for themselves and rocked the world.

"What choice will you make?"

Hansoo replied briefly, looking at the god asking with his sinking eyes.

"I'm going down."

"... I see."

As expected.

Once you become a manager, you will not be able to engage with the people below.

If he had come back from the future for a colleague, it would have been even more upside if he had left his colleagues and stayed as a manager.

'Let's see... what are these guys doing, anyway.'

God turned on the TV channel.

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

Kuaaaaaaang!

"Profit…!"

Sofia, who is using her skills without hesitation, spits out her twinkling.

I traveled the world quite easily with my personality, my library.

And one of the leaders leading the human race today, because he liked his traits, he was prominently taught how to use many skills.

The only protégé, to say the least.

But it's too much.

Sofia, who made a little sun at her fingertips, throws it straight into the air.

Powerful skills like never before.

This is all a skill trained by the Keldians and trained through the Abyss.

But... they're only in the third year of the Abyss.

The opponent is a powerful faction that has been training the Abyss for decades, hundreds and thousands of years.

Blah!

Suddenly, the air cracks once more, and something massive pushes through your head.

The size of the flying non-dragons is not even small.

Each one is over 100 meters in size.

But right now, he's tearing open the air and pushing his head in a different direction.

Every tooth in his mouth is over 100 meters tall.

Of course, the head was large enough to be counted in KMs.

Kuaaaaang!

Sofia's flying Red Orb bursts into ashes everywhere.

Oopsie-daisy!

The creature that tore through the space seemed to be in considerable pain. It opened its big mouth and screamed, but that was it.

Now that he tore the air and pulled out his front foot, he scratched the wound with his front foot and stared at Sofia with a furious look.

Ugh...

Those fucking eyes.

The waves of life that run through it, the waves of the deep.

Keldian, standing beside Sofia, looks back weary, gives a short answer.

"Is that the commander?"

Sofia, who was embarrassed by what she said, quickly triggered her traits.

I wonder if that's the leader of the tribe who tore his head off.

Soon.

"... That's right. That's the Primordial Dragon of the tribe."

Primordial.

There are many kinds of dragons.

Start with the dragon breed in front of you.

Deepest in the Abyss, to the origines of all dragons.

But every dragon has an entity in common.

Primordial.

A species that was the first born of its kind and gave birth to the dragon of all individuals belonging to a classified sub-species, the godmother of its kind.

A leader who may exist because he is a mercenary who reproduces by laying eggs, has no female distinction, and is guaranteed immortal life.

Of course, as a dragon grows stronger as he grows older, the primitive dragons always remain the strongest in each species and at the same time the godmother who maintains the strongest male and herd guarding the herd.

In other words, in order to extinct a certain species, we have to kill the Primitive Dragon, and the polyp is not extinct until we catch the Primitive Dragon.

The words grip the bead in his hand.

"Then... I'll have to kill him."

'It won't be easy.'

Shhhhhhh!

Now the Keldian mutters as he sees a giant non-dragon slithering over tens of kilometers in size, ripping through the air intact.

Size doesn't matter.

Literally another dimension of strength.

When the Keldians swallow their tears, watching Aura swallow her whole body.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The blue aura that was flooding into his body struck everywhere, transformed into lightning.

When he saw it, he gripped it and cried out loud.

"Stop them all with the Duplicates!"

If an individual tries to stop it, it will be annihilated.

Everyone must gather their strength and reconstruct the magical structure to create one giant shield.

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

A translucent golden membrane grows and envelops the head of the human being that used to reside beneath the black desert.

Guaguava overload!

"Ugh..."

"Ahhhh!"

Each of the Keldians saw a new voice, or a strange sight, unleashing its magic.

It wasn't all that surprising.

That's why it hurt more.

"How long... how long do we have to wander the Abyss like this?" '

The other side was more of a man than this fucking world.

As soon as the level goes up.

As soon as you fall.

You must have run into the other factions.

By folding dimensions and folding space.

The result is like this.

Fight and fight again.

People are now fighting for their lives, but over the last three years, there have been more days at stake than there have been days without.

The number of people who still have that evidence.

The number of humankind that began with billions has declined by almost half in just three years.

If it wasn't for the branches and powers of the number of worlds that we brought before we came here, it would have been much smaller.

What will you do if you survive this battle?

Half in three years.

You'd think... in 10 years, it would be extinct.

The strength of the attackers is enormous.

You have to win dozens and hundreds of 50-50 games.

A damn high-risk game that will be destroyed if you lose even once.

Back then.

Meow!

'... what else is coming out?'

The air cracks, preparing for something to come out.

Seeing it, Keldian closes his eyes in despair.

If anything else pops out right now, there's really no hope.

Back then.

“Huh?”

“Hey!”

‘...? ’

Keldian opens his eyes to the sound of people's astonishment.

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

"Hahahaha! You crazy bastard!"

God looked at the TV with a funny face.

On TV.

Above the Black Desert, where the battle between Black Turquoise and Humankind is taking place.

As the sky is torn, the creature that wields behind its back ten sheets of pure wings, symbolizing God, sinks down.

The gum is exposed to the atmosphere of the Abyss, and similarly, there are thirteen wings that are rapidly darkening.

If you turn me into an angel and send me to Abyss... I'll kill you. I will be your only adversary. >

'Crazy bastard.'

The one who calls himself God couldn't keep his eyes off the TV.

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