He hadn't met Yoo Sangah in a week and she seemed more haggard than before. However, her eyes were more dazzling than usual.
“It seems you have inherited a pretty good story.”
Yoo Jonghyuk slowly pulled out the Heaven Shaking Sword. The second floor of Dark Castle was a suitable stage for taking away the stories of others. Yoo Sangah's story would be well worth it.
'This woman also wasn't there in my previous regressions.'
He saved her last time because of circumstances but he couldn't leave an element of insecurity alone forever. One element in Kim Dokja was enough. Yoo Sangah raised her hands and stepped back. “I didn't come to fight.”
“Then why did you come?”
“I need your help.”
“I told you not to get involved with me anymore. I rescued you at that time to repay my debt to Kim Dokja.”
“It is related to Kim Dokjssi.”
Yoo Jonghyuk's killing intent slightly subsided. “What do you mean?”
The energy that was pressing down on her disappeared and Yoo Sangah opened her mouth. “In this scenario, Dokjssi is going to die.”
Kim Dokja would die? Yoo Jonghyuk laughed. “Kim Dokja is capable of resurrection. I thought I told you before but you must've not heard it.”
Yoo Jonghyuk could guess Kim Dokja's abilities to a certain extent. It wasn't an endless resurrection but Kim Dokja would be able to survive death a few more times. Thus, Kim Dokja's life wouldn't be threatened for the time being.
“He should've resurrected by now… you haven't met him yet?”
This time, Yoo Sangah's eyes shook. Still, she didn't give in and spoke again.
“It's not like that. If you leave it like this, Dokjssi will 'really' die.”
“…How do you know?”
“I saw it.”
“You saw it?”
The next moment, a giant thread appeared behind Yoo Sangah. It wasn't a strand from Ariadne.
Looking closer, the thread wasn't made of yarn. It was made of very small strings. The strings were made of countless stories. Yoo Jonghyuk knew the identity of the thread in the air that flowed like the giant fabric of fate.
He knew but couldn't help feeling surprised. This was the symbol of the three goddesses of fate, the Moerae.
Yoo Jonghyuk thought about it. “You stole a prophecy from a constellation?”
Yoo Sangah gently nodded.
The enraged Yoo Jonghyuk shouted, “Do you know what you have done. Fate…”
“I know! That's why I'm asking for help, Yoo Jonghyuk-ssi.”
Yoo Jonghyuk's mind was complicated. The Moerae's 'fate' wasn't simple a power to see the future. Rather, it was a prophecy that came from 'conclusions' through 'big data.'
The most reasonable future was predicted through a combination of countless stories. In this way, 'fate' wasn't absolute and seemed like it could change, but this never happened.
So far, the prophecies of Olympus had never been wrong. Even Zeus, the lord of Olympus, couldn't escape from his fate. It was because the moment a prophecy was made, the whole probability of Olympus was used to realize this fate.
“Please stop Kim Dokjssi. Otherwise…” Yoo Sangah couldn't finish her words. The sparks around her body blocked her mouth.
However, Yoo Jonghyuk could clearly read the strings behind her.
「 Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most. 」
The demon, who embraced the most peaceful despair in the world, laughed as he looked down at us.
[You no longer have to complete the scenarios.]
Chapter end
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