1.
- It's a masterpiece.
Ancient.
With years of hardship repeated so meaninglessly that counting time, there was a temple where everything had stopped, exhausted even time. There lived a beautiful dragon.
-... who are you?
I didn't think it would be appropriate to say that I survived.
The scale, which was chanted in golden color, no longer glitters. The golden eye, which was taken away by the seer, has also lost focus in the eye for a long time. Voices. How long has it been since I heard your voice?
The dragon had a strange vocal chords. The ringing from the lungs through the throat was strange. The house surrounding the lungs was unfamiliar and the bones penetrating the house were unfamiliar. When I listened, the heartbeat I was hearing was strange.
The conclusion was clear.
- I said who is it?
The dragon was overwhelmed by its existence.
- There's nothing you can say that would make sense. Names are the addresses of those living at the same coordinates. The sign came from a different place than yours.
- Somewhere else?
- It's called the Mainland World.
The human handed the blonde head over to the back of his hand.
‘He is not a man. ’
The inside of the gold is thinned.
From the finest gestures to the thinnest eyes. There were no muscles that man did not control on his own, there were no meaningless postures, and there were no voices that did not conceive intent.
It's "The Beast." ’
And the dragon realized. Even though the scales rust and the heart is worn out, his sixth sense of evaluating the opposition is still alive.
It's been a long time since dragons have been able to confirm this, and it's been a long time since I felt better.
- What's a masterpiece?
- This is the temple where you live. You are the solvent for the wish of regression. The humans who came to your service came back without fail, and those who came back naturally ran with success.
I didn't feel good for long.
- Soon, the man who didn't serve you was treated like an idiot. You, me, all the distant strangers who can't be called you, all the people on the other side of the world who can't call me, all came to believe in you. The result is this.
Humans look around.
- A world where all men have become regrets.
-.......
- No, a world where every human being wishes for regression. No one has the advantage of time. Everyone was trying to take their time. No one had time.
This world had stopped.
Like the statues on the Temple of Medusa, the humans stopped and didn't even move, the world didn't get old, it didn't get old, it just stopped.
Except for one dragon.
- That's too bad.
Only the dragon remained alone in a world where everything had stopped, became the only God, became the driving force of immobility, and stayed as part of the gold.
- You've only granted human wishes. If the god who controls regression rules the world, the end is inevitable. It's a joke that only social dead people would like.
Are you here to mock me, mortal?
The dragon growled.
- If you're gonna fight, say you're gonna fight. Don't say no.
- No way. The landlord fights the resident, but he talks behind his back.
- Landlord? …… Resident?
- The sign is building a tower.
Humans put their hands together.
- I want you there. And, of course, it's going to take on a lot of limitations. Mutia.
-.......
- If God has to live.
Somewhere.
- God deserves at least two chances, don't you think?
You hear the clock spinning.
That's what cows who harvest ruins thought.
2.
[The existence of the 'ox harvesting ruins’ becomes blurred.]
Mutia's horn is cut off.
“God!”
“Mutia!”
“Ahh! Ahh! ”
“I'll kill you! ”
The apostles of the constellation screamed. Terrified. Anger does not follow. The apostles seized the hammer, fixed it, and jumped back, even though they must have forgotten the lamb they suffered from me.
Be brave.
The flame, however, would not be interested in the courage of the moths leaping towards him.
“You have no right to deliver the original ( ) to me. Mutia.”
I wielded my sword without looking away from Mutia.
“Ahhhhhh!! ”
The Apostle, who had his shoulder slanted in my sword, went out screaming with the same pain. After that, there were many apostles who ran. So, there was no end to the screaming.
“Perhaps my [Regent's Leaf Clock] is also a skill you created. There are strict restrictions, but it has the power of regression. ”
“Hic! Hic! Ugh! Town,”
“In other words, you are a plague of salt. If the salt has succeeded because of the [Regent's reel watch], and I have lived an unfortunate life obscured by its success, then you are the last cause. The man who ruined my life said he'd fix it. It doesn't fit with Dory. ”
“Aaahhhh!”
“Of course I'm not going to beg you to give me my life back. I don't want to go back. But how many other people besides me are -- are they twisted by your powers? ”
Boom.
I walked through hell screaming.
Through the defenses made by the apostles, I crossed the wall of phosphoric acid and the river of causation, and approached Mutia.
“I deserve to punish you. ”
"......."
“Are you ready to be human? The constellation of gold.”
“I,”
A voice leaks out from Mutia's teeth.
“I didn't do anything wrong. ”
It sounds as deadly as the wind blowing through an old canyon.
“Just……. In front of my palace, there was a small child kneeling. He was a clear child. He was invisible. It's just, my mother was killed by a wagon, and it's so angry. ”
Screams echo.
“I don't blame the nobles in the wagon, I don't want revenge, I just... Just leave the house that day, and watch the road for your mother. It's easy to slip in the rain. Walk carefully. Be careful coming back. Just one word.”
Screams echo.
“Let me, so. That heart is a fishbone. ”
Screams echo.
“What have I done wrong? ”
The owner of all the ruins cried out.
“I just thought I'd do a little more than you guys! I was born with it, and I grew up with it! That's all I could do. My birth was wrong. My life was wrong. You, you, with no right! How dare you! ”
“You could have talked first. ”
I didn't stop.
I kept walking, facing the screams of the apostle and the eyes of the burning constellation like countless obstacles, attacks, and fire.
“What?"
“I have no complaints about granting the Golden Hawk's wish. Sylvia wishes, and you answer. because that's just it. ”
Boom.
“Raviel's life was ruined by him, but I have no complaints. Thanks to that, I met with Raviel. All of this was done by me as a representative of [Memorable Pond], [Librarian of the Worlds], and Hamustra. ”
Boom.
"You have made the Golden Thread Soul your agent. I became a representative of Hamustra and defeated the Golden Hawk. That's the truth of the case. The battle between divinity and divinity was fought fairly and won. ”
Boom.
“Why are you opposing it? ”
"......."
“Exactly, why are you complaining about me? If something happened during the duel, you could have told Hamustra then. Why, then, did you quietly accept defeat and now come and ask me for a rematch, which was not a Hamustian, but a surrogate? No, it's not even a duel. Because you ambushed him at will. ”
Yeah, it is.
Constellations attacking Hunters can't be a "normal event."
It is extremely rare for a Mutian-class constellation to put up a fight with a Hunter directly.
It's not because constellations are great personalities.
The tower must have a limit. ’
Caring about Hunter.
No slaughter.
Only allowed to play in stage gimmicks, etc.
Maybe even Mutia lost her job a little while ago.
Was the tower you looked up so callous!
The constraints I do not know will hang on the constellations.
This tower is a tutorial area for floors 1 through 10 and covers the difficulty level 11 through 49 as a beginner zone.
Somehow, it looks more disadvantageous to the constellations than Hunter.
“I'll ask.”
"......."
“Mutia.”
The reason Mutia was able to attack me in that tower.
The reason why I was able to ask for a duel with the already finished history of the [Golden Seal incident], bring to fruition the conclusion of the war between Hamustra and Mutia, and even ask me to fight in a group.
I quietly put my reasoning in my mouth.
“Am I a constellation? ”
"......."
I was distracted.
It was an artificially created silence because 200 apostles had finally fallen under my sword, and there were no more screaming apostles. Not everyone who fell to the Colosseum fell silent because of my inference.
Nevertheless, the timing was subtly correct, as if the entire 62-story stage had been silenced to my question.
“If I'm not an ordinary hunter, but I'm on a constellation, then everything you do makes sense. ”
I said it because no one answered.
“Constellations are forbidden from attacking any Hunter of their own, but fighting between constellations would be much more relaxing. Equivalent. Equivalent. The tower won't be too tight there. ”
Since when?
At what precise timing did I receive recognition for my position at the constellation?
“Maybe as soon as we clear the 61st floor, ”
One ‘strange thing’ happened when I entered this stage.
I didn't care at the time, but when I came back now, I was suspicious.
The constellations proclaimed war on me, on my own, precisely.
The Eye in the Maze vows to kill you.
The incarnation of love and passion vows to tear you apart.
An Eternal Plain Horse Prepares for War.
The ox that gathers ruins swears by your slaughter.
Of course, the fox provoked the constellations.
But just because I was provoked, the constellations that have been looking at my liver all this time to make me an aquarium, what crazy things have I done on the 50th floor, what people who watch me in real time, turn their backs on me at once?
‘It's simple if you think it's a joke with a message. ’
But...
My doubts grew deeper as I started exchanging business with Mutia.
For example, for some [breeding reasons], constellations are now free from the burden of attacking me.
For example, I, Duke Kim, am no longer a beginner ---- perhaps even an ordinary hunter.
For example, I had the title [the constellation of the sword] as a messenger who neither intended to be a constellation nor intended to be.
For example, if being a constellation happens naturally at some point, regardless of your own will.
“Sword man. ”
- Come on.
“The constellations are sending a message. How do you do that? ”
The messenger smiles.
- I don't know. I've never done that. But wouldn't it just happen by itself if you thought you were sending a message? You write whatever you want, even if you don't look like a black man. There doesn't seem to be a very complex system.
“Obviously. ”
I nodded.
“Let's test it.”
I closed my eyes.
What I can think of in my mind is a person who can think up until the moment of my death without the blur of words.
‘How are you doing? ’
Suddenly, an image was drawn in my head.
I had a cup of water. Maybe it was white detergent powder, not water. Something in that cup was reduced by a spoonful.
Let's do it.
[The Screaming Sky sends its regards to the Duke of the Valley Lily.]]
I opened my eyes.
“Yes, I see. ”
"......."
Mutia is staring at me with her teeth clenched.
I smiled.
“Here we go."