The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

‘It could be the main character. ’

That was quite a shock to me.

It was kind of like when I was sentenced to a deadline.

The protagonist was a word that seemed like a good word, but I know it wasn't.

It is because we have come to know that every action they take is in fact a flow of probability set by the world, with little involvement in their will.

Becoming a protagonist means peeing on your tongue.

Frozen feet will be warm soon, but · · · · · · · ·. Soon your feet will be frostbitten.

The forceful clichés and probabilities that the world has forced me to acquire will soon leave my hands, and the world I live in will soon crumble.

“· · · · · · How do I not become a protagonist? ”

< Of course it's not a problem right now, I mean · · ·. >

“Come to your senses. Why are you blabbering? ”

The image of the client imprinted in my head was like a machine, cold and always calm woman. However, when the possibility that I could be the main character appeared to be too visibly embarrassed.

“If there's a lot of probability, why don't we just spend it anyway? ”

< Probability is more and more likely to accumulate as you consume it. If you are given a level 1 performance, you will immediately receive a level 2 performance. A phenomenon called "probable inflation" means that the protagonist must get a stronger and more stimulating performance than ever before. >

“That's messed up.”

I thought about it for a while, but there was only one way.

“Just like before, can't you just consume probability by repeating dimensions? ”

< Too probable to consume in one dimension. Moreover, repetitive movements in a short amount of time can be very tiring. >

“Is there anything less fatigued, less likely to consume? ”

< · · · · · · · >

“Oh? What is it? ”

< This is a time trip. >

Suddenly?

When I made a slight look of absurdity, the client continued to say as if it wasn't something new.

< There are many types of ‘probability’ in this world. >

Regression, possession, rebirth, metastasis, life.

Regression, of course, is very closely related to time travel. >

“Oh · · ·. So you want me to regress? On Earth?"

< No! You're shouting for trouble. If you had regressed from Earth normally, what would be different than just the protagonist? >

“Uh, yeah. ”

< Never touch time on Earth. It also absolutely prohibits‘ regression ’to return time to the past as usual. It just accelerates the process of becoming a protagonist. >

“Then what am I supposed to do? ”

The client ponders for a moment, then speaks in a brighter voice as if he had found a way.

< I didn't think of this. Aren't you interfering with the possibility of a transition for the protagonist's murder and immersing yourself in the story of another protagonist? >

“Phew.”

I didn't know that.

< If so, we can also twist the regression, 'time intervention’ into the protagonist's story. >

“Time intervention? ”

That's right, repeated interventions into the narrative stream, consuming all the probabilities accumulated in the body. I'm really glad you're able to intervene when your protagonist skill reaches level 4 this time. >

“Oh, that's good. ”

< Yes, but you cannot abuse time intervention in any world. because too much time intervention can lead to conflicts of probability. >

“What should I use it for? ”

< A world where probability is already consumed by the protagonist and is already running towards irreversibly destruction. >

“· · · Hmm. ”

If that were the case, there wouldn't be a problem. >

I have never seen the world destroy itself. However, I have entered the dungeon before and experienced indirectly what happens if the world perishes.

The protagonist who has consumed all the probabilities of the world loses everything he has so easily gained. Slowly, the world will collapse and all life and civilization will be lost, and only the protagonist who has a very faint probability will survive to the end and watch the world fall.

Finish. There is a reasonable world. The world has already come to an end, and due to the probability of the protagonist, the world runs to its true destruction. >

“· · · Show me. ”

A hashtag appeared before my eyes.

"A warrior could not save the world."

# Fantasy # Warrior # Devil

# Plunder # Survival # Despair

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Synopsis

A world ended by demons.

The warrior did not save the world.

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“· · · · · · Hashtags to the plot? ”

I don't really want to go just hearing about it.

“Is there a protagonist here, too? ”

< Yes, but usually the historical hunter has a fatal 0% chance of hunting the protagonist. because there's no possibility of death. >

Death by chance is essential in hunting the protagonist. I have hunted quite a lot of protagonists over the years, and most of them have brought death to my liking.

However, even the Moon Margaery of Level 500 had a probability that there was a protagonist who rarely had such a probability. Maybe that's what the protagonist of the world is looking for now.

< But · · · · · · · ·. If you put "time" into the keywords, the chances of success for the hunt are very slight. And that's why we chose this world. Of course, you don't have to hunt. because it's important to consume probability. >

“Yes · · ·. Got it.”

< Do you want to go? >

“Phew. Yeah, let's go. ”

All you have to do is run away with a lot of probability, so there won't be any problem.

[Warning!]

[There is an object with a soul sharing the skill ‘Library of White Witches (D)’.]

“You mean Yekaterina? ”

[Do you want to leave a part of the 'White Witch's Library (D)’ in the spirit of the object?]

Then I didn't think about it.

The soul of Yekaterina is in my head. But if I were to take her soul and march across an empty world, her body would stay here and become an empty shell. That's the problem.

“Leave it.”

[Part of the skill 'White Witch's Library (D)’ has been copied and left in the object's mind.]

Now the soul of Yekaterina can remain intact on Earth.

“Let's go.”

[Go to the ‘Anwar Kamel Empire’, the world of the protagonist ‘Rescapi’ at level 219.]

[10 · · 9 · · · 8 · · ·.]

The world grows blurry, and then light pops out.

[2 · · · 1 · · 0]

[Movement completed.]

[Current Time: May 30, 3070]

[Current Location: Living Orlando Castle]

And then, open your eyes.

The world was crumbling.

“What · · · · Hey? ”

It was not a parable.

Become dust, become dust, become light.

The world was really disappearing.

The land was gradually extinct, and eventually became a carved cliff on all sides. What's he waiting for when he falls down there? Falling, chaos? Fear?

In the midst of that destruction, a giant giant giant with a height reaching the sky was walking.

Giant that shines like the sun all over his body. That's what God would look like in this world.

The world is cramped. Everything is gone, and there is little left. The sun was watering the sky red as if it were going to shine on this world for the last time.

I was dumbfounded, watching the end of a world.

It was never that big of a deal anymore. That looked like a god, not a god or anything. He just cried out to save the world that was doomed.

“· · Who are you? ”

Turn your head to the voice coming from behind you.

There was a middle-aged woman looking at me. She was covered in mud, torn and rotten clothes, but her eyes were bright as clear brown.

Check overhead. The protagonist's mark did not exist. I instinctively asked the question.

“What about the other survivors? ”

Then she looks at me with trembling eyes and shakes her head.

“They're all dead. Now, I'm the only one left. Seven survivors, including Rescue the Warrior, took the Ark and left for another world. This place is over. You, me, and the ‘Demon King of Calamity' that led to the end of the world will all be gone. ”

The woman with the pointy ears glances at the Demon King quietly. His eyes seemed to contain hatred and compassion at the same time, but I couldn't quite understand him who wasn't used to reading people's emotions.

“The warrior couldn't save the world. And, in the process, I did nothing. ”

I took off my lips, listening to the mumbling as if I were writing a diary.

“Your name?”

“Ha, are you trying to make a name for yourself while the world crumbles? ”

“I have a history. He's a hunter. ”

“· · · My name is Nisha Kamel. Queen of the Anwar Kamel Empire and the last survivor. No, he was the last survivor. I can't believe there was one more survivor. ”

Nisha stares at the giant with dazed eyes and suddenly looks me in the eye.

Then slowly mutters something.

“Back then · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

That's not what he said to me. A single word that reminded me of a past beyond me and regretted it.

“If I had not settled down relying on the warrior · · ·. No. Would it have been different if I had accepted him in the first place? ”

One word that really doesn't make any sense.

But as soon as I heard that, suddenly the world began to crumble.

[Win the story of the protagonist 'Rescopy’.]

[Returns time to the past.]

[Current Time: May 30, 3020]

[Current Location: Empire of Anwar Kamel, Imperial Court of Acacia III]

Open your eyes.

My beautiful brown eyes were still staring straight at me.

“· · · Nisha? ”

“Do you know me? ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

Effortlessly soothes and wakes up the symptoms of nausea that seem to be rising. It turned out that the brown eyes in front of her were not Nisha, but a much younger girl in her early teens. No, maybe even younger.

“What? ”

Take a look around, and you see a medieval bedroom. An imperial palace that would feel like it was wearing money virtuously. I looked out the window and saw the bright sunlight on the window.

Slowly approaches the window, looking out the window.

The tall castle that looks like it pierced the sky is remarkably noticeable. Whether or not something magical was supporting the architecture, the White Witch's Library makes a complete search. Turning off its alarm and looking at it quietly, one thing you can clearly see.

The magic skills of this world have evolved enormously. As well as the Vivianta Empire, perhaps.

You've gone back 50 years. Story intervention successful. >

‘Huh · · ·. That's amazing. ’

This beautiful world with the same level of Madodology as the Vivian Empire was the beginning of a story of doomed worlds.

Turn your head again.

A girl with brown eyes was staring at me blankly.

“Is your name Nishani? ”

Probably the same Nisha I saw 50 years later.

“Yes, who are you? ”

“I, um. He's just a hunter passing by. ”

Come to think of it, Nisha is a princess. And this is probably where Princess Nisha used to sleep 50 years ago. I almost looked suspicious enough to invade the princess' chambers.

For some reason, she just smiled at me and didn't scream or call security.

“I think I saw you in a dream. ”

“What? Me? ”

“Yes! I think you said Moore with my eyes. ”

I don't know why I'm in your dream.

“Well, what day is it, anyway? ”

Since he said he was riding on a story, he must not have come any day. In my question, Nisha said with a big smile.

“It's the day I turn 9! ”

· · · · · · I'm not really curious about that.

Looking at Nisha quietly, by the way, made sense of the story of the world.

Warriors and Demon Kings. It's a common cliche. It's not used nowadays, but it used to be dry and worn in old fairy tales.

"Warrior and Demon King. Normally, clichés are used for this purpose. ’

At that moment, my sixth sense warned me of 'gaze’.

As I climb down the back of my senses, I look back at Nisha swiftly. She was still staring at me with a single smile.

“· · · Nisha. Don't look back. Okay?"

“Yes?”

A dark, dull sensation fills the princess's bedroom. I'd forgotten that the warrior and the Demon King's cliché were so corny and the last I'd heard of them long ago, but there was only one common deployment, wasn't there?

‘Princess abduction. ’

In addition, the development of the princess abducted on her birthday is absolutely inevitable.

Blah, blah!

Something squeezed through the doorway. Like the Darkness, it is the Devil's wolf.

“Nisha, listen to me. You're having a nightmare. Okay?"

“Yes · · · ·. ”

Reaching out carefully towards Nisha, the Devil reacts and rushes toward me faster than the sound.

· · · Sweeper!

My hand, which ejected the Aether Blade faster than the Devil's movement, knocked the Devil's throat out.

[Story flow changes, speeding up time.]

End