Chapter. 15. Can a person who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (45)
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The iron wall was torn and fragments of the broken screen fell like rain.
It’s my father. My father had a cold face without even the composure that he always wore like a mask.
Falcatus closed his eyes tightly as he saw sticky green fluid along with blood on the tip of his finger.
‘….I killed him.’
birdie. A person who was both a brother and a protector who was with him from the moment he was born.
Even though he couldn’t speak, he had excellent thinking skills. From the beginning, you probably knew that you couldn’t stop your father’s steps with a clumsily stacked pile of metal.
Even though I knew that the obstacle he was talking about included himself, I sent it.
Just a moment. Even if it was just a few seconds, I needed time to stop my father.
“I see you often. father.”
Knock, clack,
clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
. “You look very tired. Even if it’s something to drink like before-”
“No.”
Craddangtangtang!
Sigh!
“You can’t think that the person who came to kill you will always be a gentleman.”
Because I knew it would be like this as soon as we met.
After seeing him, his father walked over to him, kicked the table, and grabbed his neck with one hand.
“Wow! “Kkeakkeokkeokkeok!”
‘You must have thought that the conversation had already passed the stage.’
Business-wise. The eyes of a cold-hearted killer who does not attach meaning to killing but carries out the killing out of necessity.
‘But… I can’t die yet… Not yet… Until I see my father’s downfall with my own eyes… and am sure of the survival of this world!’
In his fading consciousness, Falcatus’ gaze turned to the professor’s eyes. It moved according to where he was looking.
The screen that was blinking red had all changed to a screen that illuminates the outside.
I heard his sound coming through the mechanical moon and specified the direction.
The seat where I sat was where I could face my father the moment he entered the room.
Behind him, screens were showing different people at angles that he would have to see if his father came in and attacked him.
‘I have no choice but to see it. My father, whose physical abilities are comparable to those of a dragon, can clearly see the movement on the screen just with peripheral vision.’
What it highlights is my father’s only weakness. They were his colleagues.
I feel agitated. The eyes, disguised as insensitivity, tremble and move from simple goals to complex thoughts. In ‘The Murder of Falcatus’, the eyes change to find new solutions, collect information, and cling to cold-heartedness.
‘….If you break my neck with the intention of abandoning them, this will be the end of it. However, if my father’s conflict reaches my fingertips before my life ends… Next. You can continue to the next point.’
My vision becomes blurry. A vise-like grip tightens around the neck, and the head, deprived of oxygen, slowly dies as if falling asleep.
Falcatus thought as he struggled to lift his rock-heavy eyelids.
‘That’s the way the world is. Did you say that it is not a fight between good people and evil people, but a fight between good people facing their own good?…
Falcatus did not like that. at last. Even though my father confirms my will, he still has his own good intentions within me. Isn’t that what you mean by judgment?
me. my family. The person who is trying to destroy everything about me evaluates me as good. Is there any other way to prove my insincerity than that?
‘As much as for you. Shouldn’t you be evaluated as evil as you are trying to kill all of us and even destroy my world? Only then can I truly say that I poured my all into it.’
Hit angle. Hit angle. Hit angle.
Falcatus’ fingers tapped the air.
[Character sheet – ‘John the Paladin of Light’ / Wait for input]
[Character sheet – ‘Naruka the Navigator’ / Wait for input]
[Character sheet – ‘Otman Baudelaire’ / Wait for input]
[…. Wait]
[. …wait]
[….wait]
.
.
.
.
.
The power of creative AI empowered by his telepathic abilities.
[Character sheet modification] limited to characters in the game.
What my father saw was a battlefield where all living things in the vicinity of the moon, except for the dragons with transcendent authority, had turned to stone.
‘….I don’t have the power to change the actual data that has already been standardized, but the degree of action that has not yet been determined is limited to just a few minutes by squeezing everything I have by limiting the power that once controlled the entire world to the area around the moon…. ‘
It was possible. Forcing action on people around you.
‘I can’t use too much. The power I shared with the moon is already starting to crumble.’
Due to lack of power, commands could not be entered into the dragon.
How much power would it be consumed to give orders to an entity with wide influence like your father? 30 seconds? If I mobilize all my capabilities, would I be able to do it for about 1 minute?
I had to save it. The last thing that moves my father. This is the moment to pour out the rest of his life.
‘I’m agitated. ‘He’s clearly agitated.’
My father’s hand holding my neck was losing strength. As a brilliant person, he must have figured out that the recent incident was his last struggle.
His hesitation was put to rest.
Hit angle.
[Character Sheet – ‘Johan, the Paladin of Light’]
[Command: Standby] Hit
the target
[Command: Standby]
A small bar blinks on the blue translucent window, and the paladin named ‘John’ is embarrassed in the battlefield where he is alone and free. for a moment.
[Command: – ]
[Command: Nearest target. Weapon attack]
…Tak.
A new command is entered
….boo!
John’s mace hit the head of the paladin next to him.
The blood-stained helmet became dented, blood mixed with brain fluid flowed from the paladin’s nose, which had been as hard as stone, and he collapsed like rotten straw.
Hit angle. Hit angle. Hit angle.
“Oh, no! Stop, stop, please! “Light!”
Pow!
Unlike the paladin’s screaming mouth, his mace swung mercilessly toward the next target.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Without distinction between paladin and mute. Only towards the ‘closest target’.
The image of the Holy Knight howling like an animal and crying tears of blood was captured on the professor’s retina.
“If you… kill me… they will… the entered command will be… forever… hehe…”
A voice hissing like a snake emerging from a sleepy throat. and.
….Sud!
An angry sound like teeth breaking.
Quang!
“Cum cum cum! Hahahahaha!”
His body being thrown away. Sweet air.
Deferred death and small victories.
“What have you done to them… Falcatus!”
“….evildoing.”
I finally saw an anger that couldn’t be hidden on the face that was pretending to be calm.
Did someone say this? Anger is the gateway to despair.
‘Break down.’
evilly. So that you, who are infinitely good, will have no choice but to resent me and wander around regretting this moment forever.
‘Break down.’
Hit angle. It’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of.
[Character sheet – ‘Otman Baudelaire’, ‘Notum’, ‘Idrasil’, ‘Rakshasha’]
[Command: Stop thinking. movement. Character ‘Professor’ forward. Move and wait for command.]
“At my funeral… Cough! I just invited my father and his companions…”
‘Be broken to the point where you can’t stand up again.’
So, I hope that I will forever remain as a self that has lost my sense of self as the rock of this world in which my family will live.
Looking at his father’s agitated eyes, Falcatus’ hoarse voice mixed with laughter.
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‘….It’s not at the level of a struggling pattern.’
If there’s one thing I realized after dealing with Falcatus, it’s that he’s the type of person that pushes back harder the more he’s pushed to the edge.
I felt it ever since I saw the mute called ‘Buddy’ that he was riding after destroying the moon, holding on. I was convinced the moment I came face to face with the guy sitting in the center of the moon.
‘I plan to die.’
Eyes filled with evil. The eyes of those who use their lives as flames to jump onto the fuse.
I don’t think I’ll just die. Its ultimate goal is the survival of the species. It’s for the preservation of my family, and if it goes any further, it’s his position that he has to stop my clearing no matter what happens.
The abilities he has. And considering my weakness, which had been exploited once before, I had a vague idea of how it would turn out.
But it’s like this. Just like a programmer editing a program, commands are directly overwritten on the character’s data.
The paladin on the screen managed to bite off his tongue after smashing the head of the fifth comrade, and only after killing eight more paladins and three mutes was he able to close his eyes from excessive bleeding.
His death was filled with tears and was filled with regret and pain.
‘maybe. It must be a hint of what will happen to me in the future.’
The meaning of showing this and then calling my colleagues in front of me. The will to show the moon in front of me, no matter what, stood out, starting with moving it in front of me rather than the center of the moon.
‘….They said they verified my information in the community.’
I am a Dome celebrity, and the personal information of celebrities is public. Among those who lived in the dome, there were quite a few who knew my story, so there was a high probability that they also knew about my trauma, including outside.
‘He is entering commands directly.’
The translucent window that appeared in front of Falcatus was visible to me as well. It is in the same form as the system given to the player, but it is not a set system, but rather a form that fits the name of a developer tool in which commands can be freely entered.
Direct input. This was the only loophole.
….Can I do it?
Just as he prepared and waited for me, I also came in after completing some arrangements. It’s not ‘Can I do it?’, it’s that it must be done.
So…
“What have you done to them… Falcatus!”
Pretend to be a nursery rhyme.
Letting people think that everything is going their way.
The weak body of the one thrown away in anger returns with broken bones and tangled flesh, the pain scatters deep thoughts, and the bleeding makes consciousness foggy.
‘If there’s a loophole I know about, he knows about it too, so I make everything run smoothly so he can’t come up with it.’
Those who throw their lives away. People like ideological criminals and fanatics consider the flame created by burning their own lives as the completion of life and become intoxicated by the exaltation.
So that he too can be intoxicated by the spark of my life. Let’s move towards the end.
“Ha… Haha… As always, I wonder what my father is thinking right now. “I’m really, really curious.”
Tung- Tung- Teogeng- Tung-
“Can you hear that sound? “It is the sound of your group walking through the remains of the dead moon along the path you made.”
“…What do you want?”
Falcatus’ face brightened noticeably at the sound of tension in his voice.
“….nothing.”
“nothing?”
“As you said, we have already passed the stage of asking each other for favors.”
Rustle, rustle,
rustle.
At the end of the sound of footsteps getting closer, someone’s toe crossed the gap.
The Rakshasha, who was barefoot perhaps to ride the thread, walked along the torn metal passage and stepped on glass shards with his bruised feet.
Wow!
Shards of glass penetrated into the torn wound.
‘It’s a directing. ‘A directing to impress upon me the power he holds…!’
Behind the Rakshasha, who walked barefoot on a piece of glass like a doll, Otman and Notum Idrasil walked in one by one.
“…all the mourners have arrived.”
[Character Sheet – ‘Professor’ / Waiting for commands] As the translucent
spear
appeared in front of Falkaus, my body froze from the cold that rose from my toes.
The complexion of Falcatus, who had collapsed, became noticeably pale.
“Oh my… I saw your wounds. “I saw a scar that was so deep it was like an abyss.”
Hit angle. Tagagak.
Falcatus wrote down a sentence aimed at completing the plan with his hands shaking with excitement about what would happen in the future.
“You will tear everyone here to pieces with your own hands. Miserably. After cutting these bodies into pieces so that even the most skillful undertaker could not put them back together…”
Tagak.
“I will feed you. “So that I can forever feel their presence deeply in my heart.”
[Character sheet: ‘Professor’ / Attacks all characters with high affinity. Repeat rapidly until the shapes become indistinguishable. Consume the target after fulfillment.]
[Character sheet – ‘Otman Baudelaire’, ‘Notum’, ‘Idrasil’, ‘Rakshasha’]
[Command: Sanjan]
‘….It’s the end.’
Now they will go on a rampage to kill each other, and my father will take them apart one by one.
The end and completion of everything. Falcatus, who had completed the command that would tie his father, the Professor, to this moment forever, reached out with a trembling hand toward the Enter key.
It is a fatal attack that stabs him at his weakest point.
As it is a stronger spirit than anything else. If it breaks, it will never be put back together.
My father’s shattered soul will forever be bound to my world and maintain it.
My dead life will become fertilizer to save my mother, my family, and my race.
Cough!
Clear blood poured out from the corner of the mouth. Although it was painful, I was extremely happy.
“Victory… Finally, completely… I won. “I have surpassed you… and saved my world!”
Falcatus stretched out his hand toward the top of the tower he had built.
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Fuuuk-!
“….uh?”
Falcatus’ small body collapsed with a sharp pain.
Glass shards sticking out from his chest along with blood.
Falcatus saw the tower that appeared like a fantasy before his eyes, along with his body weakly collapsing, and the tower that he had built in his short life to reach the salvation of the world was torn down in vain.
The father and the assassin look down on him, struggling in a pool of blood like a bug.
The level of eyes that clearly separates winners and losers is so extremely insulting.
“How…even…even if it is a dragon, this entered command…”
“Shamefully. “The woman of the desert has two names, and mine is not given to you.”
“An alias…? So, what have you done so far?…”
“Looking around and blending in with the situation are the basic skills of an assassin.”
“It was acting…?”
“yes. From the moment everyone stopped, leaving only Aldarshaks and the many-armed monster alone.”
“…It was close.”
The professor thought as he looked down at Falcatus, who gaped in disbelief.
Perhaps the [awaiting command] input was just around the time he was digging into the moon. The moment I was puzzled by the sudden decrease in the noise of the battle after I had been destroying it for a while.
It was then that the voice of the Rakshasa contained in the spell was heard.
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[professor? It’s strange outside.]
[It suddenly became quiet. Was Aldarshax defeated by Termakian?]
[That’s not true. Everyone except the dragon and the six-armed monster stopped as if they were cursed? Except me.]
[….Falcatus. The guy stuck inside has done something again.]
[How do I join?]
[….No. First, act like everyone else.]
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“I didn’t know at the time, but I knew after seeing you enter commands. Oh, that guy didn’t prepare this from the beginning either, it was a hastily made plan. “I don’t have time to gradually pull out information about each character and read it one by one, but I’m just inputting it using the knowledge I have in my head.”
The moon seemed to have recorded most of the events that occurred in the desert, so if I had had more time, I might have been able to find her real name in the records of the Rakshasha’s actions.
But just as I rushed here in a hurry, Falcatus also didn’t have time. That is the name of the Rakshasa known to the world. I and my group made the mistake of entering her name in the command field.
The Rakshasha, who pretended to be controlled like that, did not reach for the thread or dagger so as not to arouse the man’s suspicion.
I secretly hid a piece of glass hanging at the tip of my foot, and at the last moment, all of Falcatus’ spirit turned to me, piercing my heart outside of his gaze.
[Just that one thing? All of this is in vain for some ridiculous reason?]
‘…. It’s called mental sensitivity. ‘I’m so weak that I can’t speak with my voice.’
It felt better than being nurturing. The guy’s embarrassment. chagrin. All the rage and futility.
It must be unfair. The right to edit the character sheet. I had assumed that time had stopped like the World Tree, but I had tapped into a power that I could not have imagined, and the result I had sacrificed my life and everything to achieve was ruined by such a minor mistake. It must be unfair.
But I had no reason to pity him.
Even at this moment, the cursor for the command that had not yet been entered was blinking in the translucent window floating in front of the fallen Falcatus.
I don’t know how much he found out about me.
If he did it knowingly, he is a bastard who deserves to be torn to death, and if he did it without knowing, it is even more appalling.
‘The World Tree has a habit of saying that what will happen will happen… or so it seems.’
Anyway. Through this. It really must be the end.
[If I die, if I die! Even though the last command was not entered, the ‘waiting for command’ status that has already been entered will be maintained! Wizards, trolls, and elves! Except for the assassin, the rest of the party, as well as the paladins packed outside, will all die, stiff as a stone statue, without even being able to drink a sip of water! You’ll lose them all! Everyone will die!]
The voice of Falcatus shouting as if he was struggling rang in my head.
“…I contacted the church with the handful of divine power I had left. Maybe it’s because of my divine power, but it’s somewhat similar to divine magic. The Church will take care of these people until a solution is found. Next, I have to ask the World Tree and the five Great Dragon Gods.”
[You can only modify fundamental program data with self-generated subordinate permissions-]
“Yes. Even though the creator’s authority seems to have been strained, it is flexible enough to be abolished by the internal managers, the dragons. I’m confident. In the end, the foundation of the world is based on the beliefs of these data souls who live here. I’m a great hero. “If necessary, let’s hold a prayer meeting with the archbishop and gather a lot of faith.”
“In the first place, the world ran well even after the two creative AIs, the Sun and the Moon, disappeared. This means that GG’s world has already become perfect in constructing its own world without it. Is it an error or something? “It’s the same thing because it happened when those two were together.”
[….I won’t let that happen. I’m going to kill everyone here! Since there are no women, Nigmi is freed and the Paladins are frozen, so all you have to do is lift the order given to the mutes-]
“Look at that over there. The screen to my right. Oh, you closed your eyes? “Let me explain for you.”
The mutes who were about to run wild were unable to move as if caught in a net, and blades of wind and lightning were falling on the heads of the few that were able to move.
“There is something called an airship that is made by compressing gold. “Probably a ton of blood and tears from the head of the Aedran family went into it.”
In the sky reflected on the screen, a ship of beauty and majesty was floating in the sky, and on top of it were various wind wizards jumping around in poses.
A precisely controlled storm net was capturing the surviving Mute and rescuing the Paladins.
“I didn’t just contact the archbishop. I sent an urgent message to Matriarch Aedran through the Temple of Light in Teldrat and contacted Wuthering Heights in a similar manner. I asked the head of the family, Aedran, for a contract to distribute all the grain used by the church for the next three years through the Gold Geyser merchants, and I finally managed to borrow money from that guy, Wuthering Heights. “More.”
There was only one piece of news that was leaked to the old Wind Wizards.
‘I’ll take you on a boat that can fly over a windless area in the sky that you haven’t been to. ‘If you help me.’
Roman and the airship operators, who were very nervous on their first flight, had to face a sudden attack by a group of wind wizards, so they arrived at the scene a little late. In any case, the battlefield of the Paladins was organized by their own hands.
[…. Brother Termakian’s power does not decline ‘until the battle is over.’ The young dragon is using his strength, but it’s only a matter of time. The battle has expanded, and the period until his brother’s strength fades has also been extended! Oh, maybe, just maybe, some of my power will be given to my brother with my death…]
“The World Tree was in charge of that.”
The seal of the World Tree glows softly in green. And
blah blah-a
purple crack was forming over the fierce battlefield between Aldarshax and Thermakian.
Pajijijik-
changgrang!
The crack breaks into a huge gap. Meanwhile, a scaly arm that could have been Aldarshax’s stomach came down and crushed Thermakian.
What came out of the space was not a dragon created by magic, a dragon that inherited its power, or a young dragon that had just been born, but a real dragon.
A dragon with a blunt tail whose name is included in all kinds of legends, with countless tales built up throughout history based on the power of its main god.
Great Ancient.
A surviving red dragon.
Na Hyeon-ryong Atlaheba.
The dragon that appeared while pressing down on Termacian seemed to be drowsy. He was looking down at the creature beneath his feet with interest.
[This… is absurd! The whole world is moving for you! Because you are a player, because the world was made for you!]
“As much as you are ready to give it your all and destroy me. “I just squeezed everything I had and poured everything I had built up into this place.”
[that! The ancient dragon has nothing to do with you!]
“You called that. A middle manager and a bystander at the same time. “It’s an intervention in the system.”
[System….System?]
“There is no need to look far. Why don’t we players bring technological innovation to this world? “If you spend a few pennies on character creation, you can create a character who can kill a bear at age 3 and gain sword aura at age 5, so why not do that?”
The World Tree is the player’s ally.
On the contrary, a watcher who maintains the closest relationship with the player and monitors him. system.
“You have crossed the boundaries of your game character. He took control of the creative AI and projected it onto other characters, destroying the ‘natural state’ of the world called GG. That’s the reaction. “For the sake of balance, the reason why beings who cannot easily get involved in this world appeared like this is because you touched it first.”
[No, this can’t happen. My plan has finally surpassed you, my plan, me and my family…. No!!!!]
Rustle.
Listening to Falcatus’ voice repeating meaningless words as if he had lost his senses, the professor moved in front of the fallen man.
“You have accomplished nothing here. Falcatus. “It ends here.”
[I… I just wanted to live! I just wanted to save it! Like you!]
[Mother, please save my mother! You are so kind that you have that much mercy! Please save my life, please!!!]
“….Give and take. “That’s what an enemy is.”
Kwasik!
The quietly lifted foot fell on Falcatus’ small head.
The main culprit of an incident that intertwined the entire foundation of a world. It was a miserable and meaningless death as the end.
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