Episode 192
– The one who tries to awaken the rest of the forgotten hero.
– For whoever disturbs his rest will bear his due weight.
– Pilgrim descending the pilgrimage of forgotten heroes.
– Are you really ready for that?
“hmm.”
Damian raised his head at the voice that filled the octagonal shrine. A deep, low-pitched voice pierced his head like thunder.
A bizarre phenomenon, as if Akrasia Yu had regained his former form, and even though it was only a stone statue, an unsung hero was in front of him.
And at the same time as the voice that filled the shrine, Damian could easily confirm that the whitish figures rising from the stone statues gradually increased in number and circled around them.
“What are all these things, master! Isn’t the owner dangerous!”
“…I know?”
Before they knew it, even the entrance they came in was enveloped in a hazy fog, so that even a trace of it could not be found.
Eventually, the whitish shapes that rose from the stone statue and increased their number one by one became a huge whirlpool of mist that wrapped around Damian and the statue.
“Ghosts… no, could it be the will of a heroic spirit one level higher than that?”
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Damian murmured as he peered over the whirlpool of fog slowly swirling around him and the stone statue.
Although I did not directly touch it, I could vaguely sense that it had some ideological power just by looking at it.
Of course, it could be said that it was Damien’s intuitive touch that had passed the red barrier of absolute destruction and the white space of infinite reincarnation.
Considering that there is actually a strange haze rising between the swirl of fog and the air inside the shrine.
Even if they don’t know it, those with keen eyesight will be able to notice right away that the isolation of the space corresponding to the two previous gates is taking place.
So, instead of using his mana to test the strength of the swirling fog, Damian instead stretched out his palm toward the square platform under the stone statue.
“Wait a minute. If something happens to me, just return to the spirit realm.”
“You bastard?!”
Spot!
At the same time, Damian’s eyes turned white as if they had gone black.
It was literally an instant when Damien’s consciousness began to be sucked into somewhere. His consciousness, which was drooping like candy, was so faint that even he could hardly be aware of it.
yeah what
Is this the feeling of transcending time and space?
Although, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the number of dungeons that Damian encountered during his 10-year career was literally thousands.
Even in his fading consciousness, Damian could vaguely sense that this was different from the things he had encountered in the past.
If the barriers, such as the method of making the inside and outside time different or the method of separating space by placing a fault in the dimension, are quite common cases.
The transcendence of this time and space that Damian felt now made him feel as if he had become a different being.
But even in such an unfamiliar sensation, why did he feel a sense of déjà vu, as if he had experienced it once before or felt a similar feeling to this moment?
“omg.”
Eventually, the moment Demian swallowed his breath like a newborn child taking its first breath, his consciousness, which had been stretched for billions of years, was driven into it like a stake in an instant, as if it had never been like that.
At the same time, it was along with Damian’s awareness of his own consciousness that he caught sight of the surrounding scenery that had completely changed.
“This is… how…”
Damian was standing in the middle of a ruin built over an old forest. The half-destroyed ruins were bathed in a colorless, warm light from the pouring sunlight.
The green moss covering the white stone buildings and the roots of the giant tree crossing over them seem to have a similar appearance to Angkor Wat’s Ta Prohm Temple.
However, compared to the fact that it was a wide stone avenue with only one collapsed building standing at its end, there were no monotonous corners to the extent that it would not be an exaggeration to say that the spiers of Angkor Wat were very dense.
If it was shabby, it was a shabby ruin.
Of course, if this is a space of representation embodied by someone’s mental image.
If that’s how he pulled his consciousness from the legacy of a forgotten hero beneath the Patreon Sea to the level of selflessness in an instant.
The level of this space reflected in the eyes of Damian, standing on the avenue, is by no means just a turbulent dream spot.
It must have been an absolute space that only those with powers comparable to gods could create.
‘I can’t go back once I’ve come this far. Either die or die anyway.’
Back!
Damian’s eyes lit up as he looked at the sun-soaked ruins.
The fist I clenched without realizing it was a bonus.
It was just as quiet as a place in the jungle where we just greeted the morning, but the reason why our fists are sweaty even at such a quiet morning scene.
And why Demian sharpened his whole body senses—though, to be precise, only his thoughts—even though he only remained conscious.
That’s obviously the fact that I can’t feel any presence except for a slight breeze in the space of this historic site right now.
It could be because it was surrounded by such an abnormal silence that even the sound of birds could not be heard.
Even more so, the fact that the identity of the deja vu that Damian felt was due to the same kind of spatial movement as when he entered the space of Shaka, the dark god, could be said to be the reason that made him unable to tolerate even an inch of carelessness.
Of course, there would be nothing he could do as he was just a mere consciousness in this absolute space.
Just like the old saying that even if you enter a tiger’s den, you will live as long as you stay alert.
It was because it had the effect of bringing a sense of composure to Damian just by sharpening his senses.
“Hmm, you’re a friend with a sharp edge. Well, I would have thought of coming all the way here only if I had a platform like that.”
“…!”
Soon, a familiar voice rang out.
* * *
“You…”
Damian stared at the sun-soaked front of the ruins. Along with the voice, a human figure rose like a mirage and was dimly reflected in the white light.
Obviously, it was a historic site where not even a single ant cub had been felt until just a moment ago, but it looked natural as if it had been there from the beginning.
And Damian was able to instinctively recognize that the figure of the figure sitting on the steps in front of the collapsed ruins was the same as the voice of Akrasia Yu, which he thought was familiar.
“What is it? It’s an obvious appearance, but I’m sure you’ll understand that much. It’s been quite a while. I can’t be that delicate a man.”
smile!
Before long, the man, Akrasia Yu, crossed his arms and smiled.
“Speaking of a long time…”
“That’s a very good question. Good affability.”
When Damian hinted, Akrasia Yu snapped her fingers. It seemed quite pleasant to close his eyes and touch his chin as if he were savoring something.
Fortunately, as Shindang’s voice warned, he wasn’t hostile to Damian, but he was confident that if he asked if he was easy going, he would shake his head without even a moment’s hesitation.
Damian could clearly feel the illusion of a mountain pouring from the body of Akrasia Yu, who was sitting on the steps of the silk ruins.
It was a spirit that could even be compared to that of his teacher, Kiran.
Moreover, since the owner of this place is presumed to be Akrasia Euro, it would not be an exaggeration to say that there was virtually no place for Damian to look down on him.
“Hmm… Hundreds of years? Actually, I can’t even guess how much time has passed since I’ve been here. I quickly forgot about counting the days, and I didn’t feel the need to, because counting is pointless in fact. Of course, I wouldn’t know again if someone had visited this place during this much time, but unfortunately, you’re the first other than my best friend to come here.”
Contrary to what she said, Akrasia Yu didn’t seem to be worried. It was quite a leisurely look, considering that he had been in this space for hundreds of years.
Of course, many dungeons that Damian had been through during his 10th year in the past often maintained their egos for hundreds of years in the form of the owner’s soul, will, or lich.
The fact that most of them have appeared as bosses in dungeons is tantamount to disproving that it is difficult to maintain that ego intact.
Considering the fact that each person had their own story and purpose to remain in this world against fate.
And considering that the majority of the stories have been altered and lost their original purpose.
Whether voluntarily or unintentionally, the fact that the man in front of him had been protecting one place for hundreds of years could only be explained as far beyond human beings.
He was literally a superman.
Most people can talk about things that are impossible without being crazy—whether it’s a loss of reason as the dictionary says, or a psychopath who has surpassed the conventional wisdom and notions as a human being—with a normal consciousness like Akrasia Yu in front of them, as if it’s not a big deal. Because it was difficult for people to see.
Seeing quite a lot of evil spirits filled with resentment and resentment in the dungeon also meant that humans’ will and emotions were weak.
“That’s why I’m sorry.”
“…yes?”
That is, until Akrasia Yu’s words continued.
“The fact that you came here must mean that you have reached the place where Brunak is enshrined.”
“Also, it could be said that breaking through the high-level magic that Brunak had set up so that it doesn’t fall into the hands of a stern person is also enough to prove his qualifications.”
“Even though he’s a eccentric friend with a bad personality.”
“Because what made you and I talk like this is also my friend’s work, and I’m so perfect that I don’t feel the need to question its skills.”
“So, with your skills, talent, and potential, you deserve to be said to be qualified to become the owner of Brawnak…
” It must have been an unexpected result for him as well.”
“Or…”
“Even though I knew it all, I tacitly accepted it for the sake of me, who spent time here for a long time.”
“Judging from the friend’s personality, it is highly likely that it will be the latter.”
Nod!
Damian was speechless for a while as he watched Akrasia Yu shake his head alone. At the same time as a bad feeling passed through my head, Akrasia Yu stood up.
It seemed like he knew roughly what the words meant, but it was self-evident that it was never a story that would help him.
“Well then. Let’s test how dangerous you are.”
“…!”
And Damian couldn’t help but cheer when he saw Akrasia Yu muttering insignificantly and raising his hand to the sky.
“Come out.”
uh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It was an unexpected lightning bolt.
