Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 122

Chapter.9 Star Fall (7)

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When Falcatus was born, he was highly anticipated by the queen and his brothers.

That’s because of the two samples brought by Edeorna from Turan, the second named Termakian, born based on the sample of Charlotte de Agat, the sun of the battlefield, emerged as a monster with tremendous combat abilities.

“Isn’t it fun? “The gender is simply changed, but a child with exactly the same abilities comes out of the same material.”

“To say that only the gender has changed is an insult to my mother and my brothers. Paper is different, right? Paper. “How can a tree grown from a seed planted in the desert be the same as a tree grown in fertile soil?”

Although most things were similar, such as excellent physical requirements, command ability, and even the ability to exert the greatest power in large-army battles, Termakian and Charlotte were completely different in one aspect.

While Charlotte enjoys the buff effect and strengthens all allies the more allies nearby, Termakian temporarily absorbs the power and vitality of nearby allies as they die, wielding the power of the entire army in its body. I was able to.

“It looks like they’re coming out soon. I wish he was a guy who used a little more strength. “The guys here are all like scarecrows, they’re not even good for warming up with, so…”

“Don’t be too rough with them. “I’m probably not the kid you think.”

“Are you a weak guy?”

“…I can’t explain it. It seemed like one small piece of charcoal lit up an entire lighthouse. It burns so brightly that it illuminates the sea beyond, but it seems as if it will disappear in an instant without leaving even ashes behind. To be honest, even though he was human, I also felt regretful that such a being was lost in vain. The last time I saw him before running away from that battlefield, he was almost like a corpse. By now, it has probably lost its sparkling intelligence and has become an infection, wandering the battlefield like a zombie. Or died at the hands of humans.”

“….what. I didn’t see it, so I’m not saying anything. I trust your insight. “It is not someone else, but the person who brought the materials that created me.”

“okay. To be honest, I’m also quite looking forward to it-”

“….! …! ……!!”

Jump up!

Ssasak!

At the queen’s signal, the two monsters approached her side without even thinking about who should go first. The queen complains of labor pains. There was nothing they could do to help me, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling of pain flowing through their minds.

Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Amidst the bustle of the queen’s numerous servant mutes, their third brother finally appeared in the world.

“…It’s small.”

“Is this the kid? No matter how you look at it, this is not up to standard-”

Shugak!

“You probably know that cutting out the tongue won’t affect its function much.”

Before Termakian could finish speaking, the white branch extending from Edeorna’s fingertips dug into the thin part of the leather under his chin, and Termakian grunted as he pushed the claw away with light force.

“Tsk. That’s what they say. I mean. “It’s true that you have a small body.”

[Ah uh…. ah…..]

“There must be something different. Look. “Don’t they already try to communicate using mental waves before they’re even a minute old?”

[Ah… it hurts… it’s cold…]

“Already learning human language… hmm?”

“sister. “Is that… broken?”

Falcatus, who was struggling to get up in front of Edeorna and Termacian, was struggling to get up, slipping repeatedly, and struggling to crawl towards the queen’s living quarters, where he could feel even the slightest warmth.

Under the gaze of Edeorna, who was at a loss for words, Falcatus succeeded in desperately clinging to his mother’s part by making fun of his broken leg and intact arm.

The first thing he felt in his life was the excruciating pain from his broken leg and the cold air that felt like it was tearing apart his lungs from the permafrost.

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I want to become stronger.

It was a word that struck Falcatus’ heart every time he saw Edeorna going on a powerful hunt or Thermachian hunting down slash-and-burn people or barbarian tribes in remote areas to get meat for their mother.

Unlike his other brothers, his body was very weak. Even the 7th grade Mute, who was not born in the nest here but was infected, was able to withstand the northern cold for a day or two on his own due to his unique strength, but Falcatus is a symbiotic type Mute born only for him by his mother who took pity on him. If he were not in Buddy’s body fluids, he would not be able to withstand the biting cold for even a few minutes and would die.

Gratitude toward his mother and feelings of guilt While he was suffering from the sense of self-destruction he felt every time he saw his brothers, one day he questioned his sister, who had returned after a long time.

“…Why did you choose that person?”

“Tooth. Why did a weak child come all the way here? “Go back to your mother right now-”

“Why did you choose such useless materials to create me!”

It wasn’t just a complaint that came out of a feeling of self-destruction.

He truly loved all the mutes who were part of his family under his mother. Because he loved him, he could not forgive his existence.

After the defeat in Turan, the warlocks requested more of the mother’s blood and flesh as experiment material. When they asked for the opportunity to open my mother’s head and perform surgery in exchange for offering 500 live sacrifices, I saw how the strong sister barely managed to say no, holding back her anger until her fingers broke from her own grip. Did you hit your chest?

If he had the same power as Edeor or Termacian, he would have been able to go out and hunt humans. My mother wouldn’t have had to fill her stomach with wild dogs and lizards!

Gulp, chuaaak-

“No, you…!”

“Kill me! right now! I can’t stand the thought of a single piece of meat entering my mouth! Instead, chop me into small pieces and serve it to your mother! “Wouldn’t that be of some help to our family?”

So I hoped to die. If I escape the symbiote body that my mother created, I will freeze to death and become a piece of meat, and if I can fill my mother’s hungry stomach, that will be my only happiness. I thought so.

Sabak. Sabak.

I felt Edeorna’s light footsteps approaching. If my sister’s nails were stronger than anyone else in this world, I would be able to grind them without pain. To him, his frozen body struggling to stretch out his neck, thinking of leaving like this before he puts more pressure on the world.

“…You must have been thinking a lot on your own. “Pityful thing.”

Instead of sharp claws, my sister gave me a warm embrace.

My sister’s white body, changing day by day, smelled like my mother. My miserably warm sister. The frozen body melted away from the heat of that strong body.

“Tooth. “Lift your head up.”

“…..”

“hurry.”

My forehead, the most useless of all mutes, from the slime crawling across the plains to the brothers born from my mother’s womb, was touched by the forehead of my strongest and most beautiful sister.

“The day you were born, you vomited mental responses before words. Although you have a small and weak body, you have the gift of hearing and speaking to the innermost thoughts of our brothers. “Just like my mother.”

“That…”

“You don’t have to say it. “I want to show you something, so you should read it yourself.”

Falcatus complied. Just as souls flowed through their foreheads, his consciousness delved into his sister’s memories. That was a memory from when I was in Turan, when my sister’s body was still thin and graceful.

‘Do you see the author over there?’

Falcatus, who had been looking around like an orphan abandoned on the battlefield, turned his head to follow Edeorna’s voice.

He was a big man. An unremarkable human being with a bandit-like appearance and ugly equipment.

‘It’s the author.’

‘….yes?’

‘You were born with blood from that man.’

Falcatus couldn’t understand that. At first glance, you can see that he is a man with a strong body that cannot be obtained unless one is born with it. If he was created based on him, then why does he have such a weak body? Perhaps, as my brother said, he is really a defective product made below standards?

‘Shh. ‘Keep watching.’

The memories continued to flow.

Contrary to his appearance, the man’s body was not strong. At a glance, you can see that when the man left in the dark used his wits to survive the clash of the great Mute army, all he had to do was withstand the force of sliding down from the small structure made of shields, but his arms were bent in a strange direction. The man’s body reacted very sensitively to even the slightest scratch from a small piece of stone, tearing and breaking. Just like your own body.

But the man stood out on the battlefield.

He survived the conflict and joined a small group of people to lead them.

Just by establishing itself where it was most needed, it gave the human forces breathing room and opened the way for a counterattack.

Before he knew it, he was commanding the entire right wing under him, and

he moved his torn and broken body to raise up the human knights, ultimately leading to his sister’s defeat at the hands of the knights.

“…..”

“Did you see it?”

“…..yes.”

“Then say it again. “Is he really weak?”

“no.”

“Then you won’t be weak either.”

Nui patted his back as he lowered his head, then called Buddy and ordered him to swallow him again.

“Do not be discouraged by Termacian’s words. No matter what you look like, you are your mother’s child and my family. “There will be a place for you somewhere to shine.”

Sloshing.

Inside Buddy’s green fluid. While Buddy, who had made Falcatus’ survival the top priority, moved him, whose body temperature had dropped, to his mother’s warm home, Falcatus no longer looked at his ugly, weak body. His consciousness was looking at something other than his weak body. His compatriots spread throughout the world. Confidence that can communicate with them. And the original version of himself, who defeated the enemy like a huge wave with his weak body and achieved victory. Father’s figure.

“Ahhhh….”

Tears flowed from Falcatus’ eyes as he realized the great realization. A head who prides himself on being smarter than any of his mother’s descendants. And his unique ability to communicate with his fellow countrymen.

“I… wasn’t weak….”

I wasn’t born weak. A strong body was useless because he had everything he needed.

Awareness Awareness Awareness

Falcatus cried like a newly born child in Buddy’s bodily fluids as he gently moved his feet to see if Falcatus would shake.

He wasn’t weak. It’s just that the usage was different.

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“After that day, I changed. As each day passed, I realized I was more capable than I thought and how full of stupid people the world was. For the first time in my life, I was grateful to my mother who gave birth to me like this, I was grateful to my sister who helped me up when I was collapsing from self-destruction, and most of all, I respected my father who reminded me that I was useful too. Even though you were human, I felt you were my family!”

Dealing with the warlock was easy. My mother’s blood and flesh that I sent regularly. Just by sending a little more to one faction, they began to doubt and disparage each other in order to find a trick that no one had ever done before. With just a small whisper, I was able to scatter the parasites that were devouring my mother. Humans who failed to unite were only weak.

While dealing with warlocks, I learned how easy it is for humans to be deceived. He attacked a small village and sent his second brother to rescue them.

When they saw their older brother, who looked like them and spoke and walked on two feet, unlike the infected body, they knelt down in gratitude. From my brother’s memories, I learned about what they call ‘God’. After creating a religion and sending out only those who had the mark of the Salvation Church, from then on it grew in size without any intervention. Just as livestock provides meat and milk, the Salvation Church provided valuable information and reduced human power on its own. It was so easy that I was almost skeptical.

And Tobrunn. A 6th circle wizard contacted through the Church of Salvation. When he saw the Insomnia Kreb that had been planted in him come out into the world at the last moment, Falcatus was so happy that he jumped out of his birdie and started dancing.

His original father was alive! Looking very healthy! Falcatus was thrilled at the fact that he had found a spy that no one had noticed and stopped his plan. He is also a father. The one who created me, the one who gave me enlightenment! A person who overcomes innate weaknesses with great intelligence!

From that day on, I completely forgot about leisure. Just with all your heart. For the day when humans and mutes will compete against each other’s intelligence on the board of war! Out of respect for the man who changed his life, he puts everything on the line and desperately pulls his brains out to take over the city! Discuss with your brothers and set your goals! I finally succeeded in returning my mother to her rightful place as a great being. Everything was going perfectly well. It was absolutely perfect!

“But why! “Why are you like that!!!”

The father I finally met. Unlike his brothers who were united in unity, his father, who had to fight against incompetent people who were suspicious and busy criticizing each other, was walking around the battlefield himself with his weak body.

Although I was disappointed that it was not the battlefield meeting I had hoped for, I deeply understood the situation and planned to quietly take her to my mother’s side. Since research on the human brain has progressed quite a bit, I was hoping that maybe it would be possible to infect it while maintaining its brilliant intelligence!

Quaaaang!

“Hahaha!”

Whoops!

“Fuck you, you scum! die! “I’m dying!!!”

simplicity and honesty! Wow! Kwasik!

What does that look mean?

Among his compatriots falling like autumn leaves, he looks like a beast, without any armor, with his upper body exposed, fresh blood flowing from his right hand, and a maddening glow!

Why is it that my father, who overcame the limitations of his weak body by putting great intelligence into it, is my idol?

“Don’t be fooled by God! Great! “I’ll kill them all like this and send them to their mother!”

How can I fight so dirty and dirty!

Falcatus stamped his feet, shook his fists, and screamed wildly, overusing his vocal cords, which he rarely used, while in the symbiote’s bodily fluids. I couldn’t shake off my anger.

“I was waiting for you… Every time this piece of trash got frustrated, I was waiting for the day when I would face you in the shadow of the biggest battlefield and use all my means and intelligence to fight the battle of a lifetime! You… why you! I mean, are you swinging your strong fist like that? Great intellect! Our battle is filled with fierce tactics and strategies! You traitor! why! “Why sooooo!!!”

Falcatus, who saw the professor’s battle through a bug called a repeater, screamed. A battle of great minds? The father in front of him now was just a savage like other humans. When that bloodshot right arm was swung once, the blood that burst out behind the elbow felt like my own shattered dream.

Whoops!

Throw in!

“Be thrilled by the endless possibilities of magic! You monsters! “I finally conquered the glass body!”

Of course, the professor, who had no way of knowing that, just laughed and slapped Mute at the amazing effectiveness of the Blood Armor created through ‘repulsion’ and ‘inclusion’.

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