The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

A spear comes from all directions.

I deployed a magic barrier and played a pistol. But Kurf won't, and he gets countless spears. A pilot suit that is about the size of a leather armor cannot have enough defense to prevent a flying spear.

Kurf fell like a skewered doll with countless holes in his body. His face was crushed, his arms and flank were swollen, and he bled out, a terrible way of dying.

Horror movies remind me of merciless deaths in wars between infantry soldiers.

"Hmm, did the experiment fail?

Looking down from the top, Canonus observes a lump of meat that was Kurf. And look at me.

"You can't see the effect of magic protection!

Damn it!

I yelled at my head. Don't joke about putting people in a pool of chemicals and then skewering them with a spear!

Guns, metal sounds. The metal latticed floor was hit by the spear that flew earlier. Looking at it, Kurf's body was moving.

I don't think he's alive at all, but his face is still crushed, and it gradually regenerates and returns to its original form.

"... Kurf?

Oops!

"... Commander?

Kurf puts his hand on his sticky face and touches the regenerated body of a perforated pilot suit.

"Am I alive...?

"Excellent! He's alive! He's back!

Canonus rejoiced.

"It worked for humans too!... ah, you? How's your body? Do you understand what I'm saying? Anything unusual?

"It's okay. I'm fine... Sir Canonus!

Kulf raised his voice.

"What the hell is this! Explain!?

"Thank you so much! Immortality, immortality! It's finally finished! Oh, no, you just figured out the possibility of immortality. There may be another way to kill him. And I don't even know if I'm old."

Canonus came down in excitement.... did he just look at us and say anything about a traitor?

"I couldn't afford to do human experiments! You are immortal. [M] That's why I'm going to experiment with it! It's not going to hurt, but it's not going to die."

His excitement that he may have achieved his grief seems to have robbed him of his normal judgment.

He stopped by and looked like a mad science sole to me.

"Hahaha! How do I kill you first? Turn off the electricity or throw it into the magma... Ah, there's a lot to do! Ah, yes, so that you don't run away..."

Looking back, the next moment, his neck jumped. I exhaled quietly.

"Kurf....?

"Sir has gone mad."

It was Kurf who put the sword back into his sheath. He killed the leader of the dark forces, Canonus.

……

That's good. But... I was attacked by a terrible anxiety. Chills and tremors rise.

Immortality - If that were true, Kurf and I would have become immortal bodies. No wound or disease will kill me, nor will I grow old.

That's what immortality means.

"Holy shit...."

I feel stunned. I'm not dying, no, I'm not dying anymore.

When I was a kid, I thought of an invincible hero and said, "Wow! I would have delighted. However, as an adult, I also touched on a work with the theme of immortality, and I was not so simply happy.

Rather, it's a curse.

I am destined to watch over the people I love and the children ahead. Fear of being left alone when your surroundings are old and dying.

Arlie....!

I want to see her. I want to meet her and hug her.

Your body won't stop shaking in the fierce cold. I'm scared. It's cold. Cold.

My dear Arlie, the fear that she will grow old and disappear without me. Fear of not seeing each other again. I want to see you. I want to see you now. I want to see you now. I want to see Arlie.

I'm going home.

To Neu Arvent. Go home, see Arrie, and then...

A distant, original era. The corner of Neu Arvent's food coat burns into his brain.

And I transferred.

The Original Era.

Hey, you're early.

When I heard that voice, my eyes became hot. At the end of the late night Noi Arvent and its food court, a human form of Bell is sitting opposite.

When I saw him, my anxiety faded.

I feel the same way about seeing Arlie, but I don't have any sense of urgency. It's like everything was a dream.

Immortality and solitude? No, no, there's the Great Demon King who's claimed to be alive for thousands of years...!

Long time no see, Mr. Bell.

Come on, it's been a while, Jin.

Mr. Bell pours wine into the glass, laughing gently.

"How was it? What about Diggletto's hometown?

"I want to see Arlie."

"What about it?"

Mr. Bell stopped moving. When I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, the situation became even more chaotic.

Don, there was a noise, and one of us, one of us, moved with the light around our seats.

Mr Bell takes a seat unexpectedly.

"What is it!?

"Ah, wait, Mr. Bell. It's okay. I brought this."

I have an idea. The Ring of Transformation has been transformed from the era of magical civilization to modern times. This place, this time, with the image of me going home!

While we can see that the magic of metastasis has been successful, there are many more people who metastasize than we thought, and it becomes a complicated mood.

At the same time, it is regrettable that the battlefield was quickly thrown out and transferred. Whatever path we were planning to take, it was before we saw the results. What happened to the forces of darkness, what happened to Kurf and those left behind after that...