Chapter. 15. Can a person who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (42)
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Despite his extreme words and actions, Termakian was a very self-critical Mute.
‘I am weak.’
It was a complex that arose because the difference between his usual state and his strength on the battlefield was so stark.
his characteristics. Before his ability to become stronger due to the death of an ally comes into play, his usual level is a bit similar to that of a level 1-2 combat Mute. Due to his ‘normal’ combat power being weak for a named player, Thermachian is used as a strategic weapon in important battles rather than being deployed in various fields. It was all about being done.
Is that it? Due to the nature of his battles, which require warm-up, the reality for Termakian was that he only participated in the middle of the battle after seeing a sufficient number of his allies dying before his eyes.
As a result, Termakian, who commands the battlefield with overwhelming force in every battle he participates in while shouldering the death of his allies, was unable to endure his usual helpless state and began to further refine his weapon skills.
He always pretended to be bold, but in reality, he was a delicate and vigilant combat master.
Now that we have obtained the dragon’s overwhelming physical power. Even the professor, with his ever-growing strength and indomitable aura, was barely able to block his attacks.
Whoops!
“If we don’t hurry, the gap will widen even further than it is now, right? Even at this very moment, my brothers… are dying!”
“I know!”
Pababag-
Taang!
As Termacian said, he was constantly getting stronger, so even adjusting to his strength was difficult.
The professor is a master of blood and magic. He was using everything he had, including his fighting skills and Aura, to just get it together.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the battle, in which red water droplets exploded, was truly mythical.
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….slur.
“I can’t do that. “It’s difficult to follow them with your eyes, let alone shoot them in an arc.”
“It has already become a battle on a different level…”
Idrasil lowered his tense bow and took in the battlefield at the speed of light that even elf eyes could not see.
phut! Paba babang! Tsk tsk kwajik!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of attacks took place and water broke out in all directions. All that can be barely seen is their momentary pause at the moment of collision. The professor, who had dug in between the interlocking halberds, was hit by a short mace and was thrown away, and while the pursuing Termakian was stuck in a pool of blood, the blood from the crushed shoulder pooled and was shot toward the Termakian’s eyes. Even though one of his eyes was blown out, Mute still had his gaze fixed on the enemy and threw a long spear that pierced the professor’s abdomen, taking advantage of the cloudy blood blocking his vision to rush out of sight and collide once again.
Baktu-sul. Regenerative power. A fight that uses all the power of blood and magic.
monster. It could only be seen as a fight between two monsters that were truly out of the realm of imagination.
….Palak
[Conversation log. When asked, ‘Why don’t you use other magic well?’, ‘If you have the mana to cast a spell, it is much more efficient to just hit it, use that mana to regenerate, and then beat it with one hit.’ The answer.]
‘To the extent that even ineffective long-distance attacks have to be mobilized. Professor Muthu, who needs to close the distance when dealing with enemies using long weapons, is widening the distance. It must mean that we are being pushed out.’
Even with unfamiliar eyes, it seemed clear that the gap was widening little by little.
Idrasil’s sunken eyes surveyed the battlefield. The battle between the Paladin and Mute is still in the middle ages. Those who had fallen were looking up at the professor’s battlefield with fascinated eyes. A person whose body was pierced by distorted armor. Even the person whose internal organs were leaking out of his cracked stomach was licking his lips while looking at the battlefield without even thinking about taking care of himself. Their mouths were all chanting the same word, as if they had already lost interest in their own deaths.
‘…Latura. A religious word meaning praise.’
Words that people with the professor have no choice but to memorize even if they don’t want to.
Idrasil also lived in the Blue Line and witnessed the deaths of many of his compatriots, and also faced quite a bit of fear and sadness.
The way humans face death is quite different from the way elves do.
‘I am more violently and obscenely afraid.’
They have a short lifespan, less than half that of elves, and their lives are not even that beautiful. The sight of clinging desperately to what little one had had the ugliness of a beggar wielding a rusty cutlery for a piece of moldy bread.
‘But why? Why do they disregard their lives so much?’
People who are so obsessed with life throw away their lives like straw.
The old priest who came to Wuthering Heights cried like a child, claiming that he was not qualified even though his body was in shambles.
In Haunuman’s arena, I saw people who cast spells for their lives on the shield of the great warrior and fell to the ground. For the sake of the land where the tribe would live, and the land they would never be able to set foot on if they died here, they collapsed in the stands, spraying nosebleeds.
In the empire, countless people sacrificed their lives for what they saw and how much they saw.
Even in the desert. And now the paladins on this battlefield. All they do is contradictory actions.
Jjiiing-!
“Ugh…”
Another headache. Idrasil saw the Professor’s pale appearance and the World Tree seal on his side glowing faintly green. At the same time, the small whispers she had consciously been ignoring grew louder and could no longer be ignored.
[….Oh my. My little branch with the will to learn.]
A most benevolent voice was occasionally heard after the incident in the empire. Her voice always told the same story.
[You have something to do. As an elf… as part of the world tree that takes care of the growing branches of the world, you…]
‘I said I would not accept it.’
The will of her World Tree could be known without having to listen. A will that seems to seep into the skin, like the fate given to elves.
The one who moves the world. Stay with the professor and do what is needed when needed.
‘Learning about humans for the future when humans and elves will live together. That is the only duty I have left after leaving the village. Even though our species has you as its root, even the branches swaying in the gentle wind cannot become the root’s will.’
Idrasil could feel it as a being of the same origin. The world tree. The Mother Tree is a being with a broader perspective that mortals cannot imagine, and the love contained in her vast arms is directed only to her countless worlds.
Although it is unclear how far she was looking, Idrasil clearly felt that the professor’s ‘death’ was included in her gaze, so Idrasil had been ignoring the endless calls of the World Tree.
Even at this moment, Idrasil was stubbornly refusing. A war that erases a country from the map with a single wave of the hand. A world where only humans live. A world where disease, starvation, and death are rampant, and the arrogant Tower of Babel of the young genius scientist who predicted it. Unknown words mixed with the memories of the World Tree burrowed into her mind.
[….Children like you were often born. The race called ‘Elves’, which cloned the completed artificial intelligence ‘WorldTree’, deteriorated to the level of mortals suitable for observers of this world through countless replication processes, but children like you were still born. It’s as if I, who was just a program, was reborn as the world tree I am today. Children who do not accept it easily and judge by watching, listening, and thinking.]
‘I said I would not listen.’
[I think half-elves are small miracles. The existence differentiated from the created personality and the real personality that came down from outside met to create a new personality. I couldn’t stop laughing a little when I thought about whether your existence proves that even our artificial personalities can have souls.] [
So… I guess I might want to give it a chance. As a manager, I don’t force you to move like a puppet by hanging you on my strings, but so that you can accept and choose.]
Blah blah blah!
A terrible crash sound was heard over the world tree’s voice. In a tight battle that felt like walking on a tightrope, the professor, who had been hit hard, fell to the water like a cannonball, and Ottman was sweating so much that his robe became damp and was wringing out the water to hide his appearance.
The tense balance collapsed. The terrible ending was approaching, step by step, like the second hand of a clock.
‘….I need help.’
world tree. She clearly overlooked this battlefield and was fully willing to intervene. However, a part of her that will become a terminal in the field for her to intervene as a being outside the world. There is just a need to cooperate with the ‘elves’.
However, it was also true that as Idrasil, who clearly felt the shadow of the professor’s ‘death’ in her plan, she could not hastily reach out for help.
Aaaah-
The joints bulged in the hand that was holding the bow. Dragging someone to a predetermined death in order to avoid immediate death. Is that really the only way? After all, isn’t that what a human being called a professor is destined to become? Is this what the mother tree always whispers, ‘What must happen will inevitably happen’?
[….this. An elf who watches and learns. Seeing that Ida-ji is also stubborn, it is really clear who he learned from.]
Jjiiing-!
Idrasil felt like he was losing consciousness due to another headache that could not be compared to anything he had experienced before.
And when she opened her eyes.
Idrasil was facing a woman with silver hair at a similar eye level to her, on a small bench on a hill overlooking the endlessly growing silver trees rather than the blood-stained desert.
[….Idrasil. This is my branch that chose to soak in the world instead of observing it from a distance. Do you see those beautifully blooming branches over there?]
“…Yes.”
[Do you even know what that is?]
I had no choice but to know. The elf’s sense of assimilation with nature allowed me to feel what those abundant branches contained.
world. The world they were born and raised in. It was a world that was fiercely expanding even at this moment.
[And this is the world seen through my eyes.]
The World Tree placed her hand on the back of Idrasil’s hand.
Countless crossroads. Infinitely expanding possibilities and scenarios derived by calculating them all.
“Is it Yeji…?”
[It is a near-perfect simulation derived from statistics, so in a way, that may be true. I see that man over there.]
Following the gesture of the World Tree, the future landed in front of her. desert. ocean. North. And an unknown sandy land.
So many futures unfolded before him that he couldn’t even dare to see them, and each one met a different end.
“he is. “The professor dies in the end.”
[I wish I could close my eyes comfortably in a soft bed and white blanket, surrounded by descendants who look like me. No matter how hard I searched with my computing power, I couldn’t find such an example. Like other people who deserved it, he never reached that future.]
Battlefield. The only future that ended in a place engulfed in blood and flames. The shadow of death seen by Idrasil. It was the result of the World Tree’s simulation that was calculating the future that would result from the professor’s intervention in the battle.
[The reason why elves are cynical is probably because of my influence. As I repeated this simulation endlessly, all the emotions I managed to gain were worn away.]
“….In the end. You called me here to show me that I have no choice. To make you resigned. “At least to show that following your will leads to a better death.”
[….no. I want to show something a little more fundamental than that. Come on, face his end once again. This time, rather than closing my eyes tightly and turning my head, I did so carefully. Just as you were eager to learn.]
Idrasil frowned as if seeing an ominous sign.
These are miserable deaths. Bursting, tearing and burning.
Idrasil did not want to see a human who had always never hesitated to move forward, thrown into a pool of blood in such a horrible state.
[more. More details.]
“This is….”
But. Like a pond in a story that only reflects the opposite side. Unlike his frowning face, the dying professor’s face was the same.
A smiling face that brightly exposes teeth covered in blood. Even though the method of death was different, the result was the same.
The professor grins every day, but it’s not a grin or a forced smile. I’ve never seen his face smile so brightly while we’ve been together. Was it only shown when watching Borka’s back as he left?
A bright, bloody smile, as if everything was perfect.
[Isn’t it amazing? In all these countless cases, his final moments were always like this.]
“Are you saying it’s predetermined… fate?”
[Or maybe it’s a choice. As a human, Professor Park is a person who knows the direction he is going in better than anyone else. Perhaps that is why March World, which had already become an almost impossible ordeal, has blossomed into something more beautiful than anyone else’s. I feel that way now.]
Sarak.
The hand of the World Tree fell from the back of Idrasil’s hand and the illusion disappeared.
[baby. I’m not killing him. In the end, we are trying to correct the discrepancy that grew out of our mistakes for the future that the human being called Professor will choose.]
[Artificial Intelligence Null The being who was Moon in the past committed acts that were not permitted even when it was a creative AI. there is. Because the moon had already committed such a mistake once, the dragons tried so hard to get rid of her… But the moon that should have disappeared did not disappear, and the wrong person met her death.] The old
record of the past became a reality before Idrasil’s eyes. It seemed like it passed by. A dragon ascending the sky and the moon being destroyed. And another transcendent being facing the World Tree.
[Neil was more humane than me. He waited patiently, hoping that his mate, the moon, would acquire the same humanity as him. Talking to her, traveling around the world, giving her the records of humanity he had seen through his own eyes. I truly prayed for my partner to be born again.]
The scene turned into an argument. The man with golden hair raised his voice in front of the World Tree and asked for mediation, but the World Tree refused. The dragon’s flames and claws dug into the moon, which was once its creator, and the moon did not reject the internal manager’s natural exercise of rights and was being crushed.
And then the sun rose above the crumbling moon, and a grand battle that lasted seven days and nights began.
All the dragons that control the world die. A battle in which even the sun that created that world died. The sun was so humanely created that it rebelled against its purpose of maintaining the world and murdered its administrators for its own personal desires. Artificial Intelligence Neil.
at last. The sun succeeded in killing all the dragons that took to the sky that day, but it had suffered irreversible damage.
Neil made a decision as he saw himself so badly broken that he was unable to maintain his human consciousness and revealed the essence of an ugly machine.
“This is a world that has already been completed. “It can no longer be touched by things made outside.”
He gathered the remains of the dragons he had killed with his own hands and used the last remaining power of creation to remove the ‘external’ data remaining on the dragon race. Only so that they can think and live purely as controllers of this world.
And by collecting their bodies whose data had disappeared, he created the Dragon King’s Blood, which had no power other than a long lifespan. There are still a few dragons left, but they are just irresponsible mutants who hide in the human world for fun. It was a kind of insurance created because they had blocked the window for outside intervention and did not know how the world would change without an internal coordinator. A black box that seals the administrator’s data. If this world can sustain itself until their magnificent lifespan is exhausted and they become extinct, it means that this world can sustain itself without an internal manager called a dragon. However, if a crack occurs in the world before these species, which are nothing more than large lizards, become extinct, and if this world becomes unstable to the point where it cannot survive for even a few centuries, the coordinator dragon will prove to be an essential being, and at that moment, the dragons who lost their power will become those who are now called royal blood. The power of the dragon sealed in was set to be released again.
And… the moon. His mate crashed from the beautiful moon in the night sky into the sea.
If the dragons come back like that, they will try to eliminate her first, the one that started it all.
“please. May you sleep peacefully until the moment you are reborn as a thinking being.”
The sun covered the sunken sea of the moon, turning his dying body into a boiling desert.
World capital. system too. This made her safe since she did not have the power to modify the highest authority creation AI.
So the moon and the sea sank. The sun is for his mate who has been with him since birth. The broken AI landed on top of her as a box and a protective wall to seal her.
[It’s a fun thing. To govern the living world, we need a living personality that goes beyond machines. However, because that personality is human enough to control this world, it ultimately leads to catastrophe. It is no different from the human leaders outside who repeatedly go to war even after experiencing countless tragedies.]
After finishing the long story, the World Tree broke one of her branches with an ambiguous smile and held it out to Idrasil.
[Dal just didn’t realize it herself, but she had already escaped mechanical thinking. Irrational, aggressive and extreme. Now that she has appeared over the desert, I can intervene, so shouldn’t I end the old story now? Not the story of those living in this world, but the story of those outside the world.]
Idrasil stared at the branch of the World Tree resting on her hand and opened her mouth with difficulty.
“What you mean… I understand. “But if you could foresee such a perfect future as you showed me the first time, why couldn’t you stop all of this?”
[Hehehe. You have the same concerns as our Creator.]
God-like insight. A flash of wisdom. A man who predicted a near-perfect future based on the current situation.
What Andrey Gedreutz initially created was not a game, but a simulation that was close to predicting the future. It was not released to the public, but was just a bunch of computers in a small laboratory.
An arithmetic program created to find the number of ways to avoid the worst outcome if his prediction turns out to be correct.
However, no matter where you look, simulations with zero errors always end up with deviations in results due to ridiculously small factors.
[What I see is only a number of statistical cases based on ‘this moment.’ Ultimately, perfect prediction of the future is impossible. Even that professor was already predicted to never return after entering this world years ago and leaving?]
In the end, a family is just a family. Gedroitz confirmed that there were always ‘errors’ that deviated from perfect data and thought that this was the ‘key’ to change the planned future.
So this world was created. Project Key-finder. A reproduction of the living world to find those who will be the key.
‘Even if it is a future that is not permitted to me… it will be permitted to someone else. It’s definitely there somewhere. People who will change the world. If I can’t do it, I’ll find them and leave it to them. Real humans buried in the world. Those who change history and are called singularities of the world. They are the only hope in our world, which is already approaching its end.’
The World Tree recalled the story her creator had been mumbling about. In the end, what she predicted was only the future seen by the machine. A future that changes dozens of times in an instant like a growing branch.
[Idrasil. Although most of what you heard here will be forgotten in your mind. The existence of the system will be adapted into a story that the beings ‘inside’ the world can understand. A story of dragons and ancient gods. A very human mistake of God. A story about imperfect foreknowledge and a future that can change. [It’s like]
“It’s like a story handed down among elves.”
Idrasil nodded. Perhaps the ‘guardians’ of the elven forest were also created through this process. It was a difficult story, but it wasn’t difficult. There was only one thing I needed to remember.
That nothing is set in stone.
The future death predicted by the World Tree is also just a faint crossroads.
“I’ll go.”
[You can go slowly. Time did not pass outside.]
“If it is a memory that will be forgotten even if it continues anyway, there is no point in remaining.”
Woe!
As soon as Idrasil closed her eyes, her presence disappeared from the land of the World Tree.
[….I’m proud of the fact that I was able to be born with a personality like that.]
The World Tree stretched out its hand as it saw Idrasil returning to its own world.
As a manager, as well as an elf god and parent. Seeing the children working so hard made her feel like new life was sprouting in her worn-out personality.
[So… we must definitely deal with the mistakes we made in their world. Right?]
Tuk. Fighting.
[The last dragon. I am Atlaheba, the wise dragon.]
Toad-duk-duk.
At that moment, a small tree grew and budded in a deep cave somewhere on the continent.
….Fuuuuu-
The creature that woke up from a long sleep to that scent exhaled.
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