1.
[Returns to 24 hours ago.]
Tick, tick.
I think the second hand moved somewhere.
"......."
“Then, Duke. Where are we headed this time? We have plenty of options. You can go straight to the GuangMa Bridge stronghold! One way to get back to the city for a while is to relax! ”
I looked around.
Slowly.
Like savoring the world.
- Stay away from terrorism, death.
There is one thing that does not need to be tasted.
The messenger smiled and recited the most poetic words in the universe. I struggled with being annoyed and bored.
I made eye contact with the messenger.
-.......
As soon as the eyes crossed, the messenger silenced his lips. Instead, my eyebrows slightly raised.
- Yes, I am.
The messenger smiles in relief. Suddenly, annoyance turned into reason, and boredom into understanding. The messenger shrugs once, as if looking at the unavoidable man.
- Welcome back.
"Yes."
There was no more talk. Neither did the mole.
I returned the day after a sneak peek at the trauma. I was still under the influence of [Crimson Flame]. The constellations were exercising their power over me.
Horses that get in the way will be filtered automatically. The memory will be erased and distorted as it was before.
‘It is better to keep your mouth shut. ’
Even if it's possible.
I did not intend to do anything to them, but I continued to look around.
The constellation was smiling with a single smile.
“If you go to the city, well, yes! So far, you've subdued a lot of Madu. The urban residents who have been harassed by the cultivators in the past might be quite pleased. ”
Beyond the shoulders of the constellation.
“They won't forget your grace, even if they are weak and cowardly! ”
Tick, tick.
A wall clock turns a second hand.
"......."
Then I saw the real world in my eyes.
There were no dense forests here.
There were no twelve outlaws.
There were no blood horses, shining horses, white horses, or miners that ruled both sides of the world, and there were no cult followers. There were no churches' strongholds, no cities, no villages, no streets, no small clothing stores.
Tick, tick.
Just one clock.
“Hey, while you're deciding what to choose, an old man approaches you from the White March stronghold you just destroyed. The old man recognizes you. No, I think he's after you, exactly! ”
Luxurious backroom.
Four square feet of space left.
The wooden floor tiles are dusty in every crevice. Shabby. The floor was not rock, but dust-coated sheep, shiny. There was a window, but there was no window, so only a clear Heat illuminated the room day and night.
A grain of dust scatters through the dim light.
The dust that was too small and too blurry to replace the petals fell off the shelf that occupied most of this room.
Wall watches, wooden floors, windows, bookshelves, and dust.
"......."
That's the 60-story stage.
It was the whole world.
“The old man says, [Aigoo, are you the king? I'm not a suspicious person. A common hunter who has been caught by the White March Cult and has been working for a long time.] ”
Finally, the constellation had no face.
It's not that I don't have a head.
Black was distorted just where the face should be, in the place, as if a child had just messed with the Zeksack crepes for fun.
■.
or ■
It was a window with no outside or a caged window.
“[There are more than a few people in my position. I'm truly sorry, my king, but if you could spare me, would you please tell us about your labor village? I also want to thank you... I would love to take you in.] ”
Tick, tick.
All that remains of the black painted face of the constellation is the mouth.
My little lips moved, sometimes smiling, sometimes squeezing, and still mimicking the old man's tone.
“[Please come to us!] ”
Though there were no eyes, no nose.
He seemed happy.
The constellation is happy now.
“Here. End of speech. Look at your face, old man. Maybe the elderly don't have it all out for them. Confucius! What should we do...?"
Aaaaah!
As the constellation was about to raise its voice, a flash of light spread next to the chair I was sitting on. It was a hunter who didn't know who came through the light.
Hunter circles around with a slightly bewildered face.
“Huh? Where am I...?"
"......."
The constellation frowns.
It was like building a sand castle in the playground and it was like a child being interrupted.
“Well, congratulations. You cleared the 60th floor. ”
“…… what? ”
“What the hell. That means there's nothing more to see here."
The constellation shakes hands as if annoying.
“Piss off.”
[■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.]
Then, the swarm of light once again twists the Hunter.
Hunter disappears from the light without a crack in his reaction.
“Really. Kids who cut the flow in the middle like this are the most annoying. ”
The constellation sighs.
“Oh, Confucius. Don't worry, you'll forget everything that just happened! Heheh heh. Things that get in the way of our story are deleted on their own! ”
"......."
Is that so?
‘That's the man who just cleared the 59th floor and came up here. ’
I realized what had happened.
Since the tower was destroyed by our hands. The number of challengers aiming for a higher stage has clearly increased.
Some of them must have gone up to the 60th floor and are still on their way up.
Just a moment ago, the Hunter who appeared in [this world] was the case.
And it passes through. Acknowledge stage clears as soon as the Hunters get up there, and then kick them out. ’
Maybe that hunter has distorted his memory.
On the 60th floor, you get a decent quest and think you've accomplished nothing.
‘Even the sword remembered wrong about the 60th floor. ’
Not to mention the other hunters.
I'm sure.
This room is now a sanctuary just for the two of us.
“What! A new twist! ”
The constellation said brightly.
“The longer the silence without an answer, the more uneasy the old man's face felt. But it's been a long time since I've been on the 60th floor. The relaxation of facial expressions seems to have disappeared a long time ago. The old man -- --"
Whipping.
"......."
The constellation has stopped.
After watching the constellation pause, I realized that I reached out and stroked the head of the constellation.
“It works.”
I muttered.
“Even if you lose your appearance, you can touch it. ”
"......."
“Thank goodness.”
The lips of the constellation opened slightly.
“… huh? Huh?... Huh? ”
Orgol-like fluttering with broken reel.
The constellation snaps its head once, twice, and to the left and to the right as if it had no idea what was happening now.
"Yes......?"
There was a noise in my head.
It is now clear that the tower is the message that the power of the constellation has been expressed. For a constellation without a name and without even the slightest hint of a coordinate disappearing, the tower tried to reveal its existence, even with a cheerful noise.
I would have just forgotten my memories if it was before I came back.
But now I've lost nothing somehow.
I remember Raviel and his half-life, talking to the messenger in the white space, and the fact that an unknown hunter came up and got kicked out without a word.
“Huh? ”
The constellation was dismayed.
“Why? …… how? This can't be right, um... Hmm!"
[■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.]
It was useless.
“Huh?"
It didn't mean anything.
"......."
[■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.]
No matter how powerful the constellation may be, even if I ask for a forgetfulness in my skill, my eyes constantly look at the face of the constellation. Constantly, the face of the constellation that had been corrupted by interest reflected in my eyes.
"......."
The spacious five-acre backroom was still a five-acre world, and the clock was still a wall clock. [Deep Fire] did not erase or disturb my memory.
My hands on the head of the constellation never retreated.
“Oh, why……."
“I don't feel hostile towards you right now. ”
I told you.
“There's nothing I can do to hurt you. I don't want to ruin you, I don't want to ruin your fun. It's harmless."
"......."
“You would have been praying. exclude any creature or event that interferes with my play. And because of that, if it was blocking our time together, we could just get rid of our little voices and our little thoughts. ”
Whipping.
My hand grabbed the missing head of my face.
Something was stripped away... The only line left is a trail.
There must be folded marks on everyone, but I can't even see the marks on this constellation.
I couldn't help but want to prove that there was something there.
“But your wish doesn't reach me. No, I can't damage my memory even more because I'm touching it. The skill will determine that it is more [for you] to retain than erase my memory. ”
"What......."
“I want you to be happy. ”
"......."
The constellation has stopped moving.
“Did I become hope for you? ”
I was a horse.
“No one has satisfied you for thousands of years. I walked my whole life, abandoning my original name, throwing away my original face, and still no voice reached you. That's how you've lived.”
“I didn't come up here to be meaningful to you. Yes, you can't lie. I've forgotten most of what you said to me. For a human being like me, you still don't have a name, and you still don't even know where you are. ”
However.
“If you want to make me mean something today, ”
If so.
“I will give this day to you as well. ”
"......."
“You're not the perfect person. ”
[Skill is activating.]
“When I first found a contractor and gave him faith, Even at the moment of your faith, you knew you would be betrayed. You must be wrong, too. ”
[You have been designated a subject of Starburst.]
“So you're a little hasty. ”
[Skill is active.]
“He may be a man who regrets what he has done quickly, and the grass dies, but he cannot give up his own pleasures, so he continues to challenge the humans. ”
Tick, tick.
There was a little gold on the face of the constellation.
A fissure opened up.
“Are your eyes a little sharp? ”
[The Four Kings use their skills.]
The eyes I imagined, the tip of the eyebrow, peered through the crack.
My imagination is made perfect by the Red Cross.
"........"
“Hair, probably green. ”
Tick, tick.
I touched his eyebrows.
“Because I think he's jealous.
"......."
Tick, tick.
The damage was a little more broken.
A broken shell hides the shine of the Emerald.
“…… it's no use. ”
Tick, tick.
“I've already lost. Not your name, not your face. No matter how hard the Confucius tries to find him, he can't find him. ”
“Then I'll imagine until I find it. ”
Tick, tick.
“I'll give you silver hair. I want you to look in the mirror, I want you to see it, I want you to confirm it, and then tell me. Yes. Or, No. ”
"......."
“Not only the hair, but the eyes. Guido. Everything.”
[Skill is active.]
“Take countless colors and countless shapes and sculpt them one by one, and one day, you'll find what you were. Your name, too. Go, me, da, la, if you pronounce all the letters, it will definitely ring your name. ”
[Skill is active.]
“Find it.”
Tick, tick.
“I'll find you. ”
Another shell of black falsehood crumbles.
Eyes.
The eyes of the constellation were gray.