World Maker

The beginnings led to a challenging past.

Ten thousand years. Maybe a lot longer than that.

It suddenly appeared one day and encroached on the world. I ate everything in front of my eyes.

Its predation did not distinguish the target.

The system of the world.

Recording of that system.

The totality of information that all beings in the world live and accumulate.

Beings called gods.

The will of the world, created for those who live in it, began to move. It was because of the judgment that its predation would threaten the world itself.

And it ate the will of the Guardians.

It, the craggy darkness, swallowed everything. It got bigger and bigger and absorbed more and more will.

It dug into the center of the star.

I went a little further towards the center of the system that underlies the world.

In this way, the world itself is destroyed.

Literally the world is eroded by it, extinct and manipulated.

I needed a means to stop my feet.

The fragments of the night, the predators of the world, the fog of despair.

I had to seize it and set it up under several names.

A few moments later, one of the guardians attempted to make contact with it. It was the first dialogue between the world's predators and the will of their guardians during the annihilation of so many will.

It was a devourer. It was good to be a man of endless weakness.

The handover has already been destroyed. All it would swallow was the system's records now.

The will to defend was suggested.

If you give me time, I'll give you something new to eat. I'll give you a new record to eat.

It was not already the first ignorant existence.

The fragments of the night that gained wisdom during the swallowing of records knew why the will of the Guardians made the same suggestion now.

It was a time bee. It was a struggle to slow down the destruction and somehow find a way to overcome the fragments of the night.

The fragments of the night, the predators did not hurry. The mist of despair accepted the offer of the will to defend.

The will of the Guardians hastened to create a new handover.

New species, new life. Records they all pile up.

The will to defend has its origins in the beings that make up the world in the first place. As a new race was born, new guardians were also born.

The fragments of the night reached out to the newly created handover. absorbed new records, and swallowed up the newly born will of the Guardians, who were fiercely resistant to themselves.

The same thing has been repeated several times.

The fragments of the night absorbed the newly created handover, while moving slightly towards the center of the system. The annihilation was slowed down, but it was clearly coming.

One of the Defenders sought a new solution.

I cannot face that mist of despair with my will in this world. We need a completely different will to win the Fragment of the Night.

The world of will was already sick. The continued erosion of world predators has taken away the vitality of the world.

Thus a war of gods was created.

Fake gods from other worlds.

The kind given to them. Stories, records created in the course of those factions' quarrels over power.

The winner becomes a real god. It becomes a new will to defend itself against the remnants of the night, against the predators of the world.

The fog of despair was willing to support this circulatory structure.

I ate the handover made by the fake gods. I devoured a new real god who resisted in vain.

Repeated. The guardians of the generations wore their own white masks and ran the war of gods. I tampered with the gods' wars to create a slightly stronger real god. Enhanced the rules of the game to allow fake gods to undergo more trials and become powerful real gods, so that the story of their handover could be enriched.

The defeat was repeated.

The white masks in front of absolute despair were exhausted.

When it became pointless to count the defeats anymore, the white masks of the old generation were extinguished one by one. It was the end of a terrible despair.

The predators did not eat all the new real gods. They became new white masks that allowed them to continue this circulation. In the meantime, I didn't stop getting close to the center of the world.

Black masks appeared. They became demons, the trials of false gods, and made the handover more abundant. Their presence could also be referred to as the seizure of masks.

All the white masks of the Savior are gone. There was no longer a will to protect and grow up in this world. The victors of the war of gods filled their seats with white masks, and they were weary of the defeat promised, just as the white masks of the past did. Eventually, he was desperate and disappeared.

“And I was exhausted too. ”

Odin sees the people. I had a sad smile on my face.

“Even at this moment, the fragments of the night are moving towards the center of the world. The promised annihilation is approaching. I wonder how many more times I can open the war of gods in the future. I don't know if the few remaining chances can reverse the myriad defeats so far. ”

Is it possible? Is it really possible?

Odin put all his expectations on this. All he could do was create as many variables as possible.

If it fails this time, Odin is desperate too, Mariah. You will no longer be able to pray for victory.

“White God's people. Lord of Elder."

Odin's face was tired. But his face, his eyes, his aspirations were still burning.

“I hope to fill the world with the light of life again. I hope to escape the fate of the promised doom. ”

God of Elder.

The will of Elder, the world's leading race.

A real god in this world, born again.

Amon also took off the black mask. I opened my lips with a dry face that seemed to have worn emotions.

“I was desperate. So I can no longer be called Wiseman. ”

I gave up on repeated defeats. I couldn't think of any more victories.

It cannot be called Wiseman. Methuselah, the eldest son of that generation, who destroyed the kingdom by his own hand, cannot be called Methuselah.

“But Wiseman. You hope to accomplish the task of the time. ”

Wiseman did not respond to Amon's wishes. I shot the air with two dark eyes.

A woman with a rainbow hair smiles widely. She also took off her mask and faced Dae-young. I already knew, but still whispered with a shocking hug.

“Come on. If you are, you and your people can do it. ”

The fight against world predators was not just a clash of forces. Dae-a-young was no longer the strongest of the 17 clauses.

However, the rainbow haired woman, who was now tired but still had love for Odin, smiled at Dang Ayong.

Dang Ayoung also hugged Calyce. He shook his hand and nodded.

One, two white masks disappeared. Neither did the black masks, for the New Testament of the 17th Dynasty was bitten by darkness, and at some point everyone was gone. Only 17 trillion remained in the black and black space.

Dae-a-young grabbed hold of the Villager's hand. The people stared beyond the darkness.

A man, or a woman.

I didn't know. It stood alone in the darkness, which I could not describe as mere in-laws. Despite being called the Fragment of the Night, it waved its hand towards the seventeenth clan, wrapped in a paradoxical white light.

That's what he said.

“Hi, let's start the fight. ”

Fragments of the night took a step forward.

The fog of despair could not be said to be human in the first place. It was close to a gigantic concept, and it was a gigantic predator that was still swallowing up the world's systems.

The fragments of the night that are now before our eyes were close to the concept that symbolized the predators of the world.

The explanation so far has been too short since I became a real god.

Although I expected there would be a real fight after the winner was selected from Miri, I did not expect this. I would not have been so embarrassed if I had confronted such a giant of despair.

It's coming. The darkness has covered each one of the 17 trillions.

A black bear turns its head among the warriors of Shangrira, celebrating victory under the king's star.

It was night, and it was no wonder that all sides were bitten by darkness. But it was different. Something else was covering the world.

That was a step forward.

Even if it was called the Fragment of the Night, or the Mist of Despair, or the Predator of the World, it did not stop. Every time it took one step, the darker darkness curled Article 17. I covered the handover.

Green oil was also aware of the change. Darkness was covering the world. I was swallowing.

I didn't know what it was. Just overwhelming horror built the Green Oil Star.

Between that and the lives of the people, we are getting closer and closer. Despite holding hands, the young man could not feel Dae-young. I was just crushed by the dark and heavy darkness, forgetting my own existence.

If you lose here, the handover disappears.

Under the contract, most of the 17 trillion people, including the inhabitants, will be white masks. And end with it.

New fake gods will contest in new handovers. We will once again confront the predators in order to draw the winners. To lose.

Can we call this a fight in the first place?

Can beings who have just been promoted to a real god bring this darkness to their hair?

White masks were not just tired of defeat.

The overwhelming despair felt at that moment of hostility with the world's predators, the fragments of that night, broke their hearts.

Absolute existence.

Who can't stand it.

Despair itself would be good.

The first one to collapse was Guinevere.

Gawain followed.

Yakin stands alone and looks at the handover.

The darkness was swallowing the handover. The mist of despair has encroached on the creatures of handover who have blossomed civilizations over the years.

Yakin trembles.

I could understand why the black masks, the white masks, were desperate.

What should I describe that as?

How do we express this spectacle of darkness swallowing up the entire world?

Yakin held his arms. I remembered the conversations I had with the man of light in the past.

Vainglory and fear have suppressed Yakin's spirit.

One of them disappeared.

I fell because I couldn't beat the darkness.

Merlin and Morgana, Percival and Knut.

Edwin collapsed with Tefnet. Bart and Asca couldn't stand it any longer.

I couldn't even think about confronting him.

Just face-to-face, I was forced to collapse by that overwhelming despair.

That's the mist of despair.

That's the fragment of the night.

It will call for the promised annihilation.

The predator of the world.

Amon flipped a black mask in his memory.

As always, the handover will be gone. It will be eaten up by the darkness, and its fierce life will fade away as though it had been a lie.

I lose this time too. I can't win this time.

Most of the white masks were not even disappointed. I just quietly accepted the promised destruction.

The black masks were also not very different.

A rainbow haired woman, Carly, sits on the head of a light man lying in a long chair and strokes his head. Odin wore a white mask backwards.

It's only been a while since the fight began. But it was always like me. After all, only the same end was awaited this time.

Odin hears a white mask. Now I lifted up a white mask to cover my tired, abandoned face.

But just before it completely covers your face.

Odin took a step without my knowledge. I listened. I lowered the mask that covered my face again.

Odin.

Even before the promised annihilation, the king of gods struggles to resist.

He opened his lips. I turned my gaze towards the handover.

Darkness covers the world.

Fragments of the night devour the world.

Green Yooseong put his hands together. It's still shining high up there in the sky.

The deeper the night, the darker the darkness, the brighter the king's star.

Someone prayed.

Put your hands together, put your heart together.

The sound of thunder prayed with the children.

A small tree knocks the book and sings.

The black bear cries out the name of the yellow god.

The green lightning blindfolded. Instead of falling into despair, I prayed.

Darkness, night.

I was scared. It was a lie if I wasn't afraid. But I wasn't desperate. I carved the names of the gods into my heart.

That heart.

That power.

“What is the source of the power of the gods? ”

Odin said, drawing a silly smile.

I looked at the countless lights that stretched up to the sky through the darkness.

“The source of the power of the race god is the race gods. Their faith, their love. ”

The people hit their heads. I grabbed Dang Ayong's hand even tighter as I was overwhelmed by the darkness. When Gear saw the fragments of the night approaching his nose, he faced the predator in front of him.

It cannot simply be replaced by numbers.

They are not the ones who can think like that.

Living and breathing.

Those who live their lives.

Their story. One wind each of them.

The inhabitants bitten it. I raised my nose and stood up. I aligned the eye level with the world predator. The light pushed from beyond the darkness supported the people.

The fragments of the night saw such a people. I smiled white.

“You're coveted.”

A darker darkness covered the people. Desperation, which could not even stand up, pushed him.

I can't win.

Same as always.

I lose like this.

That's the promise.

That's absolute purity.

Dae-young's knee was broken. After all, the people also hesitated. I was crushed by despair and fell.

The darkness swallows up the handover.

Take that record, eat their stories and bring everything back to nothing.

Dan-a-young howls. The people listen as if they were prone. I wanted to use my cognitive powers as much as possible to gather the beings of the handover and their power to pray in the fear of darkness.

Fragments of the night stared down at the people. As if no more resistance was meaningless, I slowly reached out my hand, as if to stop being comfortable.

Despair is approaching. The people of Valverdun are beaten in front of their absolute power, who have not yet overcome any will of protection.

I don't give up.

I cannot give up.

The beings of handover.

Green oil and white oil. Green lightning and thunder, black bears, white deer, small trees and pretty nose.

The Knights of Juder and the Round Table. Black light and scary eyes.

Every one of them, every precious soul. Memories that have been built with them.

The people perceived that they were desperately gathering their strength. Widened the range of awareness in the fog of total black despair.

God who doesn't give up.

The hand of the predator touched the head of the people. Finally, darkness encroached on the people.

But beyond that darkness.

The people see it. The light reaches into the eyes of the white god who did not give up until the last time.

It's the king's star.

A voice coming from beyond that light.

You are in heaven.

Father of the clan.

Dae-a-young burst into tears. The Villager vomits again. I raised my body on the ground with all my might.

I think I touched the cognition.

Beyond the handover, it seems untouchable at first. It doesn't seem to be able to continue at all.

But I touched it. But I heard it.

The flow of that great soul, the only voice heard from beyond the Astral Line.

A voice that has responded to the god of the tribe who loves the tribe, who has not given up to the end.

Fragments of the night back-step.

The people stood up tearing the darkness. I took a step to finish with my hands facing Dae-a-young.

It's the King of Elder.

A child of both Yeongmin and Ah-young, 17.

“Lightning Storm.”

Light.

Wind from the flow of that great soul.

Awakening from it.

Woke up from it.

A true god.

Protector of this world.

The god of Elder, the god of the clan, lifted his head.

God of the Final Family

Where does the power of the race god come from?

What is the source of that power?

The king's star shines. The spirits that circulated along the Astral Line in India split the darkness.

A woman with rainbow hair howled.

Her kind that's gone now.

Their souls, who thought they were all buried in the darkness, were erased.

Amon takes off his mask. Tears flowed along the wrinkled face.

I heard a voice.

His children.

Their voices, which he thought were simply numbers.

Odin reaches out to the air.

Thousands of years.

Kids I thought I'd forgotten all about now. It was a lie. How could I forget?

His kind.

The light of life that once filled this star.

Odin grabs his fist. I shouted at the myriad lights that split the darkness into one place. I cried out the name of the tribe.

Light covers the darkness.

The myriad of them push forward the night like it would swallow up the world.

Deep horoscope.

Sitting face to face with Helena, Parris raises his head in anticipation of the end. I reached out without my knowledge and responded to the voice I heard.

Hector.

The best warrior in Amazonia.

Seeing his brother's soul rushing towards darkness, Parris prayed. I wished.

Everyone wished for the success of the handover.

White masks and black masks also gathered their hands and grasped them.

The green lightning shed tears. I was indifferent to the king's hindsight, guiding the flow of all those souls.

White Yooseong lifted up the one who called the storm. Green oil sang vigorously.

“My king, my friend. ”

The black bear smiles in tears.

I thought of a kind and rigorous green god.

I remembered the voice of a beautiful, beautiful yellow god.

White god. Red god.

Elder's father.

Those who love Elder.

Thunderbolt remembered the flood.

I did not forget those who loved Elder when I saw the yellow god tearing down in the plague.

A white deer, a small tree, and every elder came to mind.

Nectar and cooler, Britannian and Amazonian, Olympian and marvellous oak.

The souls of countless tribes, who have gone through countless wars of gods.

“How terrible it would be if a world dominated by such a god who doesn't even show a word of interest to his people, who have neither will nor ego. ”

The man of light said. Remove the heap of light that covered his face, and proclaim Zeus, the supreme god of the Olympians, as the god of the race that once ruled one race.

Everyone's wind.

The origins of everyone.

They all became powerful. Young and Dan-A-young looked at each other and turned their gazes toward the front. I faced the soul of the lightning storm.

The thunderstorm smiled. I reached out my hand to Dang Ah-young, who was crying and smiling. I wiped the tears that flowed along the cheek.

Happiness.

God of so incomplete a race.

But that's why people can love people, things that people can love.

A thunderstorm opened my mouth. Moora laughed, and Dan-a-young laughed. I took the place of the thunderstorm cry with the people.

“Fight! Win! Protect!”

A thunderstorm nods. I opened my arms to the father of my beloved tribe. Villagers and Dan-A-young embraced the lightning storm. I smoothed him, even in the flow of that great soul, who responded to the call, and thus accepted his running soul.

All the souls of the Astral Line.

All the creatures that live in handover.

Their wind.

What they want to protect the world they live in.

Lightning storms glow. All the souls who ran along his lead surrounded the people and the Dang 'ayung.

To be born thereby.

The guardian will of the shining star in pure white.

The god of Elder who protects the world.

I lifted my head.

The gods of the tribe took a step forward.

Fragments of the night back-step.

World predators, called fog of despair, have passed away for the first time since gaining wisdom.

It destroyed handovers hundreds, thousands of times.

Absolute despair that cannot be overcome.

It was no longer a promised annihilation.

The light tore the darkness apart.

The white light pushed out the darkness that seemed to cover everything in the world.

Astral Line. Flow of Great Soul.

The will that emanates from it. A song of life that everyone shouts aloud in handover.

The battle between the predators of the world and the gods of the races was different from the general clash of forces. Rather, it was close to a fight between notions and notions.

But the god of the race grabbed his fist. In the pure white light, Dan-A-young shouted. The lightning storm stepped on the right angle. The young man reaches out his fist. I shouted on behalf of the will of all who became one.

Wind volcano mines, cucumbers

“Asura!”

From the end of the fist of the tribe god, a flame of red and red red flame erupted. The predators created darkness, and within days light and darkness swallowed each other up and clashed.

It was hard to hide my superiority. But the balance that followed was only challenging.

The darkness is pushed away. The light that holds tens, hundreds, and hundreds of billions of souls overwhelms the darkness.

Fragments of the night, fog of despair, predators of the world.

All the despair that was called by that name was buried in the light.

Promised annihilation.

Extinction of handover.

I don't allow it anymore. No more tolerance.

“Fight! Defend! Win!"

The god of the race roared. Once again, I stepped forward and gave myself a ticket.

That last hit.

The flow of souls consumed the predators of the world.

The light broke through the darkness.

Epilogue

The Astral Line. The flow of that great soul.

I couldn't hold that flow circulating along the stars for long.

Light emanated from the gods of the tribe. It stretched beyond the natural darkness, as opposed to when it first came together.

Dozens, hundreds, maybe hundreds of billions of souls.

One went away, one went away.

The gods of the one race are now back to their original ways. Guinevere, Morgana, and Merlin failed to stand up whether they had exhausted all their stamina, and Gawain and Percival were no different. Knut groans, forcibly raises himself up, and Weissman sighs in hesitation.

Bart and Asca were exhausted. Asca, however, held it in Bart's arms and held it still. Tefnet also grabbed the ritual of dispersion and went with Edward Wing.

Young people and young people.

The souls of Elder passed by the side of two real gods who formed the nucleus of the gods of the tribe.

Grey bears and black stars, lots of Elder's children.

Limiting only one soul, all souls returned to the great flow of souls.

The six true gods of the Seventeen gathered in one place for that one last soul.

Tefnet and Edwin ended up being ferocious. Bart and Asca were also unable to part with a smiling face.

Young people hugged the waist of Dang Ayong. Dan-a-young, who almost hesitated because he had no strength in his legs, raised his hand with his head resting on the heart of the people. At the end, I wept and laughed like a fool to let him smile.

“Hello. Hello, thunderstorm. ”

The thunderstorm also smiled. It was not the solemn smile I showed when I became King of Elder, but the clear smile I showed when I pioneered my first village as a hero of Elder as a very young child.

Young Min raised his hand as well. I was cognitive and heard the last voice of the lightning storm.

I love you.

Father of the clan.

The soul of the lightning storm is scattered. It flies in a flash towards the Astral Line.

17 And the people, and the people, and the young men, and the tephnets, and the edwings, and the vats, and the ascarites, looked on the trajectory of the light.

Since the end of the war between Shangri-La and the Horseman, which was called the 'Last War’, the world, which was temporarily united, has not been able to sustain itself for a long time. The world was too vast, and humanity, once a nation, divided itself back into several nations.

But that Elder's country, Shangri-La, was still the most massive and powerful.

Unlike the First Generation Elders, who had been allowed to live three hundred years, or longer, their generations had become shorter and longer. It was a natural consequence of the mixing of blood with different races, including Britannians.

The Great Knight King Jude Pandragan withdrew from Shangri-La's throne years after the last war. He passed on the throne to the White Meteor, and roamed the world with the Green Meteor, also known as the incarnation of the Green God.

A day called Shangri-La developed under the influence of white meteor and black light. Hossas admired that he was the heir to the thunderstorm, praised as the legendary king.

Black bears and white deer gave birth to their eighth child. Given that the hand was a precious first-generation Elder, it was indeed a waiting book that would not be strange if it remained a legend.

The Little Tree of the Red God retired from the position of Viceroy and set up a small workshop. Pretty nose lived with such a small tree. The terrifying eyes of the so-called little king of the north frequently visited the house of the small tree couple and made acquaintances.

The thunderbolt still defends the White God's place in the big town. There I spread the myth to Elders, caring for young children.

And one day, at sunset,

“Mom!"

Now he's only five years old, and he hits the ground hard with a short leg. An impressive large eyelid with green hair bears a beautiful woman with long white hair.

“Yes, yes. Our Arthur.”

Lady of the Knight King Jude Pandragan, guardian of Elder, called the incarnation of the Green God.

The green oil lowered and opened both arms. I held Arthur, my only son, who was running towards his arms.

“Did you play well? ”

“Yeah. Good play. ”

After a long time, the airborne Avalon was as it is today. Arthur's gaze was on the back yard where he was running, and he saw the southern water raccoon waving his tail with his head extended. I was tired of playing.

Arthur suddenly struggles to get out of the arms of Green Oil. He stumbled as he hurriedly took a step back, so he took up his position again and shouted.

“Look at this! ”

He grabbed his fist and hit the air. He was quite enthusiastic, and he smiled greenly. But that was the time.

“Hit me! Hit me! Hit me again!”

Arthur shouted out his fist in a row. I asked him if he had a green oil that opened his eyes without knowing.

“Uh, where did you learn that? ”

“My pretty sister taught me! ”

“Pretty sister? ”

“Yes! I went that way! ”

Green oil turned his gaze along Arthur's hand. It was the path leading up to the skyline to descend from the heavenly Avalon.

“Mom, what's wrong? ”

“No, it's nothing. ”

Green oil again grabbed Arthur. Instead of the direction Arthur pointed at, he looked up at the sky.

“So tomorrow you're going to a big town? ”

“How about riding a horse, as usual? ”

“Well, I hate riding horses. Can't you get in the wagon? ”

“Whatever it may be, first the people and Ah-young must come. ”

Edwin and Tephnet, Asuka and Bart.

On the one hand, as many Elders and Britannians were coming, they looked up at the skyline and the path that followed. The dragon-shaped virgin with her head tied high came and laughed and ran. She smiled as if there was no one left to run with in the barrel holding her hand.

“Come quickly, quickly! ”

Asuka urges you. Instead of saying you knew, Dan-A-young turns to the Villager and nods. At the same time, he stepped at an angle and crossed the street in an instant.

The world where the promised annihilation disappeared.

The war of gods that is no longer repeated.

“Look at that! ”

Dan-a-young raised his hand high and pointed to the sky. Beyond the curtain of the night, which began to unfold little by little, I saw the brightly shining star of the king.

Elder's God.

Those who love the tribe, those who are loved by the tribe.

Under the star of the shining king, as if greeting.

Dae-a-young smiled brightly.

And after that,

The mist of despair that has oppressed the world itself for many years has disappeared.

White masks and black masks.

About half of those who were desperate for continued defeat returned to the Astral Line, as if they were chasing the races of the past. It was a kind of Ascension.

Just as the handover under Elder's name was consolidated, so too was the new generation.

The white masks took off. The black masks also no longer wore masks.

Those who were bound by the rules of the game decided to play their part returned to their will to defend and refine the lives of this world.

New world.

The centerpiece was the New Testament, article 17, which changed the fate of the world, who was the winner of the wars of the gods and who was running towards annihilation.

“I don't know how to count. ”

“Well, I see your vision is rather narrow in my eyes. ”

It's not an old-fashioned library.

I heard a good sound inside the fireplace. The library was filled with smoky air.

But the two voices that had just come in were not.

I sat at a distance close enough to reach out, but I faced each other, but both voices were so cool. It was not strange to talk to the warriors pointing their swords at each other.

Two people who faced each other in the middle of a reflex.

Amon the Evil God of the Old Age and Wiseman the Evil God of the New Age.

Wiseman moves the White Knight. I threw a cool look at Amon's wrinkled face.

“Check.”

It was a fatal strike, but Amon was not agitated. He even made a funny meal and said, moving his black phone.

“Did you say you left Kaligoman Chess after joining the War of the Gods? You can't just back off. ”

The check is blocked, but Weissman was not agitated either. Rather, I reached out to the white bishop, hiding a smile that was more appetizing than a little while ago.

“Obviously she was a powerless adversary. But I think she's better than you. ”

At the end of the speech, the white bishop found his place. The apex of the fire dragon led to a perfect and beautiful ending, as it reproduces the examination.

“Checkmate.”

Amon did not distort his face. But that didn't make it back.

Checkmate.

It was literally an unavoidable attack.

“Chess itself hasn't been around for a long time, so you don't have any clues, do you? ”

Wiseman said as it passes. It was as if this victory was nothing.

Amon shook his teeth and laughed.

“You're doing great. So, Wiseman, this is 381: 11 to 358: 12. Congratulations on getting a little ahead of you. ”

“Ten million words. ”

Wiseman smiles softly and asks the bear guard. The angels Wiz and Devil Envi, who were watching Wiseman and Amon from behind, were busy trying to grasp the atmosphere by rolling their pupils. I deserved to rejoice in Wiseman's victory, but it was strange to do so in front of Amon.

Amon shook his hand lightly, whether it was visible or invisible to the unsettled angels and demons. He exercises his power, organizes chess plates in an instant, and asks Weissman.

“How about another edition? ”

“Not bad. ”

Wiseman, who vomited cigarette smoke for a long time, conceded to Amon.

The evil of the old and the evil of the new.

Since they were both evil gods, the battle between the gods, who could not be called armageddon, but could be said to be equivalent, began again.

“That's enough.”

“Let's go.”

“Because you're not free? ”

The two were the words of Knut and Edwin, who lay on a bush overlooking the lake, and the one behind them was Asca's scream of a furious castle.

Asca, who had not slept properly for several days, turned into an eyesore, pressed the temple and spoke.

“It's not really a joke to recover a handover destroyed by a fight with the fragments of the night. How much do you have to calculate? ”

The fight against the fragments of the night was never long, but in that short time, the handover was truly devastating. It was like a giant monster ravaged the whole world.

It was not just the terrain that was visible that needed to be restored.

The system of the destroyed world.

All the features that have been eaten by predators over the years.

Knut still lies down and touches the sword hanging from his waist.

“Asuka, I'm afraid I'm not going to be very helpful once I get close to the knife. ”

Then Gawain and Percival, the traditional swordsmen, tapped their knives as if they were following the king. Asuka was pissed and scared to death, but Knut's horse or sword was not very helpful.

Edwin, who had noticed, burst into a small cough.

“Hmm, then I too..... ”

“You can't. Come on. Let's go do the math together. Merlin and Morgana are selling out! ”

Asuka is psychic and forcibly raises Edwing. By this time, it was time to give up, but Edwin struggled.

“Then why Bart! ”

“I'm a spearhead. ”

Bart, who spoke quickly, turned around. Smart Guinevere pretends to sleep hard instead of saying anything.

Eventually, Edwin is dragged to Asca as if he were a strapped puppy. In the meantime, Tefnet, who was staring at Edwin, whining and resisting, said to all the gods lying by the lake.

“Isn't Edwin really cute? ”

The gods turned away the answer, and only the southern god Raccoon, who was playing in the new world, responded at Tefnet's feet.

“Raccoon, raccoon. ”

It was a strange answer to interpret why.

“Are you still researching? ”

Room at the round table.

Focusing on research with dozens of screens in the air, the people rolled their pupils. I leaned against the door and saw Odin standing there.

“It's been years since the fragments of the night ate this world. Rather, it's weirder for you to be a eunuch as if things were over. ”

The time the predator ate this world.

The exterior looked fine, but not at all. The world was already sick.

But Odin shrugged.

“I've been drowning for thousands of years, so take a look at it for a while. ”

It was a people who shouted and shouted like they deserved nothing more, but it didn't drive Odin any more. Instead, I asked for something else.

“So, the acceleration of time is now completely resolved? ”

Time acceleration.

I wasn't talking about the time gap between the new and the handover.

In the first place, the realm and handover that became the stage for the war of gods was a fake world built by the white masks of the past.

It really took a lot of records to slow down the predators' footsteps. To mass-produce these records, white masks accelerated the time of the fake world.

It was like the real world was handed over to the new world, the fake world.

But now I don't have to. The fake world could be one with the real world.

The time needed for such unity.

Odin approaches Young People and replies.

“It's not perfect yet. Slow down... Later, you'll get a better balance with the rest of the world. Won't it be a thousand years with the handover time? ”

Odin pulls up the chair and sits next to the people. The people looked at Odin for a moment and turned their gaze elsewhere. He seems to be thinking about something and scratches his back head hard.

“This is almost a self-exploding selection. ”

The people saw Odin again. Odin looks at the people as if he wants to speak quickly. The hesitant soul said.

“Mother. No, not everyone in my hometown. ”

I hung up there for a while.

For the replicator, it was all fake. They were not their parents or friends. But even so, things did not change.

“If you don't want to see it, you must be lying. ”

It wasn't just about the people themselves. I also spoke to Odin.

Odin turns his gaze away from the people. I buried myself in a chair rather than looking at the air.

“Well, how long has it been in my hometown? ”

It was a time spent in accelerated time, but it was still thousands of years. In another world, the homeland of the people, more than a decade had already passed.

“Can't you go? ”

Odin stretched his shoulders to the question of the people.

“I don't think that's possible. But I don't know. Instead, if you go there for decades, you'll feel the consequences of not going there. ”

If the acquaintances were alive, if they were already dead, it would be enormous.

It was a few years for the people, but thousands for Odin. The reaction was not very strange as it is now.

“Oh, shit. It was self-inflicted.”

A grumpy soul scratches its back head once and falls on the round table. Odin knocks on the shoulders of such a soul.

“Well, you still have Ah-young. ”

“Call me Calyce separately. How long will my baby keep you apart? He's not anything. ”

Odin burst into laughter.

“The original is us. Why should we change our names? ”

“Because I'm the king. King of Gods. King of the gods."

“I want to cause a coup d 'état. ”

The people and Odin laughed at the same time. It was a bloody laugh between friends.

“But your baby, Calyce. ”

“Why? She's prettier than your baby? ”

“Victory because my baby is younger, prettier and cuter. Anyway, no nonsense. Why is your hair like that? Neither do you. It's nice to be distinguished. ”

Although nonsense accounted for about half, the question in the back was quite serious. Odin also replied, laying down on the table like a gentleman.

“I think I was exhausted in a case like mine. This is a god too. It's a long way from creatures with flesh... Is it possible that my emotions or my emotional state affect my soul, and that effect leads back to my appearance? ”

Odin's hair was white as if it was exhausted.

It was certainly a plausible story. But the people were not satisfied.

“I can understand whitening, but that makes you a rainbow hair? ”

“That... I don't know. Carly's probably a little different from me. In fact, for thousands of years, I've been wearing my emotions, so I can't be sure because my memory is faint... But every time she gets stronger, her hair changes a little bit. ”

“Every time you get stronger? ”

“Well, I know you've been fighting, but fighting the fragments of the night is not an armed struggle. No matter how strong the individual Calyce became, it would have been meaningless. Maybe. Anyway, Carly kept practicing. The moment we put on our masks, we were no longer able to fight the fragments of the night. Maybe she made that choice... to protect herself. ”

Odin, Zeus, and Amon all lost themselves. In continuing despair, I lost my feelings to repeated defeats.

But in the midst of this, the woman with the rainbow hair, Carly, maintained herself. I didn't forget my love for Odin, and I didn't lose a lot of emotion.

Odin explained.

“The human soul has a characteristic called color and chill, which prevents the creation of forty-nine combinations. Calyce doesn't know Chilsung, but I think he got all the power of color. ”

“Is that even possible? ”

“Don't know.”

Odin replied naturally, as if all the stories so far had been a lie. I smiled at the distorted face of the people.

“I wasn't interested in it until now. But now you're interested. Let's do some research. ”

A researcher, scientist, and soul shake their head in the same tone.

“Obviously you're a little different from me. ”

“Yes, that's why we can face each other and talk more. ”

Original and duplicated.

But even if you're already someone else, you're not exaggerating.

“Will Ayoung and Cali do the same? ”

“Something similar? No, would it be better than this? ”

Yeongmin and Odin thought of each other for a moment.

“Strange. Strange. ”

“What's so weird? ”

Under the windy tree, Dang Ayong sat somewhat down, and Kali sat behind him, brushing his head. His body was similar and his face was almost the same, but somehow he felt like his mother and daughter and older sister.

Dan-A-young shook his head slightly and stopped brushing Calyce, then turned to Calyce and said.

“I said. But why are you so, uh... like a teacher? ”

“This is a year-round thing. ”

Calyce pretended to feel better when he said he was like a teacher. Dae-a-young narrowed the glabellar.

“Do you know what it's like to be an old man every time? ”

If it was a riot, it was a riot, but Carly wasn't even a little angry. Rather, I stretched out my hand and hugged her as if she were cute.

Within Calyce's arms, Dan-a-young grumbled.

“Don't keep hugging me. ”

“Who says it's nice to hug you every time you're inside? ”

Calyce asked as if he was making fun of her, and Dan-A-young eventually inflated her cheek. As I looked for warmth, I murmured, digging into Calyce's arms a little more.

“It's really weird. ”

Khar Khali smiled. I smoothed Dang Ah-young a little more.

Article 17 and the will of the Old Testament.

A new life where they all live as one.

Yakin stands at the end of the new world and looks down at the handover. It was like a rock. It didn't float. Only the black and long hair scattered along the wind.

“What are you doing? ”

The man of light.

Zeus.

He no longer had the light on his face. The day he returned to the New World after destroying the fragments of the night, he was different from before. The fact that he lost twelve weeks of Olympus, and that he was sound even though they all disappeared, hurt his heart greatly.

But even so, Zeus was Zeus.

Yakin looks back at Zeus. Zeus' face stops in her black pupil, no longer wearing a black mask.

Yakin muttered.

“Decor hates the present realm. That's why they're going to harass Elders so much. ”

“You must be a good devil for your work. ”

A god of lightning that could have been killed once by Elder.

To him who did not ascend was now disgust itself. because his enemy, Joe 17, was in his place, and Elders, who would tear him to pieces and kill him, bowed to the ground.

Zeus sat next to Yakin. She still stands dumb, pulls her arm, sits next to her, and asks.

“What about you? ”

“I don't know. I honestly don't like it that much. Elder.”

Decor often told Elder's humor.

Yakin himself was Elder's demon. The Elders insulted Yakin and Decor with nothing to do with anything bad.

But I didn't like it strangely. I couldn't hate him like Decor.

Zeus smiles generously. I stroked Yakin's head with a big hand.

“You have it. Elder will be like his parents. ”

“Parents?"

“Yes, parents. ”

Zeus turned his gaze to the handover.

“It's not weird to say that the war of gods is a laboratory that cultivates artificial real gods... And I don't want to say anything about it. There would have been no other way for the ‘old gods’ who planned and proceeded with the war of the gods for the first time. ”

In a world ravaged by predators, there was no longer a proper will to protect.

It was not just because the white masks took the existence of another world and made it a real god that they determined that their inner power could not be overcome.

“Yakin, do you know how it was born to be a Guardian? ”

“Don't know.”

Zeus smiled in response to the obvious, if any. I kissed Yakin as if I was dealing with a child.

“When the world is full of life, and it becomes important to the world, the world will give birth to a will to protect it. ”

Flowers and trees filled with gardens and gardens. Gardeners looking after such flowers and trees.

“Because of the fragments of the night, the world has fallen, and because of the accelerated battlefield of the gods, such a traditional will to defend has scarcely been born. But nevertheless, over and over again in the game, natural will like you was born. ”

The clans of the handover.

The will of the world's instincts to care for them.

“I don't know how the black masks judged you. But I used to have hope when I saw beings like you. I gave up all the masks, and in fact even in this yard that I gave up... at least I felt that the world itself didn't give up on us. ”

Yakin leans his head sideways. I blinked a few times and said, as if I couldn't understand Zeus.

“But the world has no will. I can't show any affection or anger for the life of this world. ”

There is no will in the world. I have no emotions.

Didn't the world give up its existence like that?

Do you value the beings of this world?

Zeus nods. I stroked Yakin's head once again.

“Yes, that's why we're here. ”

Defensive will.

There are personalities who look after their species.

“How terrible it would be if Almighty were to reign as a god of character. Wouldn't it be terrible if those who rule this world had no interest in their race? ”

A god who loves his kind and is loved by his kind.

“You don't have to be evil because you were born in a black mask. It also has a myth to change. ”

Elder's will to protect.

A will to love Elder.

Evidence that this world loves everything that lives in it.

Yakin's face changed strangely again. It was a stubborn face called ignorance. But it was a little different so far.

“Take care of Elder, the world. ”

Star-filled life.

One voice for each of them.

Yakin slowly closed his eyes. I listened to my voice following the breeze.

I had a small but warm smile.

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