[Kill him.]
[KimdokjaKimdokjaKimdokjaKimdokja!]
I began walking towards the 'Outer Gods'.
The 'Secretive Plotter' didn't try to stop me. It was as if he was telling me to try anything I want.
I took another step forward. The movements of the vines grew even more vicious. They extended out in an instant, and grabbed both of my arms.
[HeknowsusHeknowsusHeknowsusHeknowsus]
“Right, I do know you.”
I nodded my head towards them.
[ButhowButhowButhowButhowButhow]
'But how'.
I didn't know how to answer that question. When I failed to provide an answer, the animosity directed at me by the vines grew even heavier. Eventually, one of the tentacles wavering around flew in and pierced my shoulder. It hurt like crazy, but the true pain didn't come from the injured body part.
I could hear someone's voice coming from the end of that tentacle.
⸢”I don't want to die.”⸥
Was it an illusion?
For a moment there, the tentacle piercing my shoulder looked like a sword.
….Not just any, but the Twin Dragon Sword. And I knew the owner of this sword well.
⸢”I don't want it to end like this.”⸥
Yi Ji-Hye was crying. I belatedly reached out, but her crying face had disappeared by then. Her face slowly vanished, crumbling into debris and only the short, aimless voice fragments lingered on.
'The Nameless Ones'.
“….I know.”
I suppressed the pain and spoke up. And then, yet another tentacle flew in towards me. The kkoma Yu Jung-Hyeok number [999] shouted out. As the bloody noise of my flesh being pierced resounded out, another voice entered my head.
⸢”Yu Jung-Hyeok-ssi, which number Yi Hyeon-Seong am I?”⸥
The Incarnation of steel, sturdier than anyone in this world. Just like before, Yi Hyeon-Seong's figure scattered like bubbles as I reached out. My hand wandered the empty air, and his voice came to me from beyond the void.
⸢”Truly, is there an end to these scenarios?”⸥
“Yes, there is.”
I bit my lip and continued to walk forward.
One step, and then, another one.
Every time I did, fragments of the forgotten world-line talked to me.
⸢”I believed we could carry on for a little while longer.”⸥
Yi Seol-Hwa, dying with her heart penetrated.
⸢”I don't resent you. Still, there is one thing I do regret….”⸥
Shin Yu-Seung, smiling faintly as she scattered away.
⸢”You're so dumb. Captain, I'm Kim Nam-Wun. You think I'll kick the bucket here? I won't die. I will definitely not die. I'll survive, and survive again to see the next scenario. For sure, the next scenario…..”⸥
Kim Nam-Wun, passing on with his eyes still open.
Memories from the regression turns that I couldn't even begin to guess.
These were simply by-products of the failed world-lines, a collection of memories with no meaning to them anymore. The precious something that Yu Jung-Hyeok had been protecting even at the cost of becoming the 'Secretive Plotter'.
⸢”I ain't going to be your ally in the next turn. So, don't come looking for me.”⸥
Gong Pil-Du.
⸢”Looks like you'll be left alone again, Yu Jung-Hyeok.”⸥
Anna Croft.
The Constellation who sacrificed himself to take out countless other gods during the 'Ways of Survival's final war.
There was only one being capable of doing that. I grinned and spoke. “You're right. We're going to go where he is and make him our ally.”
Chapter end
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