Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (37)
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A narrow, dark, single-room bedroom.
Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-!
A notification sound that rings incessantly.
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– blliard74: Shiva! Wow Shiva! Fuck! dog! Fuck you! and!
– Toronto, Toronto, Toronto: From now on, if anyone says that they make money by playing with rankers in front of me, I will tear their jaws apart. Even when I ate canned tuna for the first time in three years, I didn’t feel this level of satisfaction.
– siuox2000: Professor Park’s play is touching.
– kirin: Make Empire Great Again!
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[Chat Room: 47-19 (Flesh Gathering for Generators)]
Drop…. Drop….
Holding the screen with two skinny hands as if they were about to go into the cracked screen. Tears were falling from the man’s eyes. On one side of the screen that illuminated his dark room, there was a chat room chattering incessantly and a man receiving the emperor’s flag in ashes from the throne room of the collapsed imperial castle.
Male professor. His real name is Professor Park.
That man was his only light and idol in this hopeless world.
I wasn’t that into it from the beginning. Before the collapse, he was a cynical financial office worker, and after the collapse, he was just a lower class person who lived every day as a GG worker without any special skills.
To him, the wasteland was violence, and the dome was just another violence that used that violence to squeeze people. Dom was hated, and the rankers who received their support were just bourgeois who bought favor with money.
So he would only choose penalty plays that were full of toxins.
People who have no money and become other people’s clowns.
People who cut down trees and mine ore while working five times slower than reality are people for whom GG is another reality and a pain. Seeing those people gave me a bittersweet consolation that I was not the only one living in such misery.
Tiring-! Tiring-! Tiring-!
But what about Professor Park?
Like the two mice that fell into the milk jug in the old story.
When he gave up struggling in a melancholy sigh of relief, the human Professor Park did not stop swimming and struggling in the same hopeless situation.
When the mouse gave up and sank, the mouse that struggled ended up mixing the milk until it turned into cheese and survived out of the barrel.
“Huh huh huh…”
Look at that mouse that came out alive now. A feat that no one in the wasteland, from the rich to the poor, from leaders to criminals, can deny the hard work. A baptism of type filled with respect, fluttering like petals falling on a laurel wreath.
I didn’t know that I would respect someone since I was born. Not a flat picture in a vague exhibition of great men, but a younger man alive and breathing in the same generation as him.
Rustling –
The man took out a leaflet made from recycled paper that was being handed out by people in shabby clothes today.
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[We want YOU! come! Gwangmyeong Church – To the Wasteland Parish!]
Do you consider yourself helpless?
This is fine. Do you think that this is my limit?
There is a home for you here!
A place that is a home but not a sanctuary!
A home for survivors who do not want to pass on the remaining lives as worthless!
Live! I will live! My life, which is still attached, proves that life!
Thanks to the support of many people, the (former) ‘Professor Park Praise Fan Club’ has been reborn as an officially registered religious organization on the Dome!
We do not praise God. What we believe in is the one who survived until now!
Professor Park, the lighthouse man, proved that it was possible by going through that difficult path with his own hands!
Yes it is a pseudo! We gathered together because we respect a person, his life and his thoughts!
If you have the same thoughts as us. If you haven’t given up on life yet and hope to do so in the future!
Send us a message right now!
[Regular meeting of Refugee D Sector every Wednesday]
[Light lunch (no food, just tea) and barter]
[Men with intact limbs can take the BDSM test with a high probability]
[Very rare probability of visiting Monk Dana Elisha Hyacinth] [Regular visit
by Venerable Bex [Visit]
Inquiry: ‘Roharam’s Monkey Spanner’ private message.
Sponsorship: ‘Roharam’s Triangle’ personal message.
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As they say, it is more of a fan club than a religion.
But even though I had never seen them before, I felt familiar to them. Even in a country that has no tact and feels aversion to group life. So, even for someone like me who lives in an E-class refugee zone who openly trades mutant drug compounds, if these people…
….crash.
The man’s hand slowly typed the ID of the flyer. Just as the tension on the timid man’s face gave way to the unique joy of someone who shares the same hobby.
—-Tiring!
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[Warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
[Warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
– Toronto Toronto Toronto: What is it?
– blliard74: Hey, I’m off the air. Is it because you are behind on your electricity bill?
– Gorimi: Me too? I live in a dome so that doesn’t happen?
– Toronto Toronto Toronto: What!
– Gorimi: Woo! Bring back the broadcast! You can’t stop here!
– blliard74: Give it back!
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[Area 47 Chat Room]
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– Jokass: Suddenly turns off.
– Heungan Dumplings: Give it back… Without broadcasting… It’s so lonely here…
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: I asked on the hotline, but they said it wasn’t a problem with the broadcasting side.
– takealook: Then what is it?
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: I don’t know. Even the administration doesn’t know. The game just suddenly stopped playing.
– Noru Drug: ???
– Jokass: ???
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: AC. Bex will escape again.
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[47-3 Chat Room]
[47-19 Chat Room]
[Chat Room: Jeon Neohyeop]
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Tiring-!
[warning. Fatal error. External transmission is stopped.]
All broadcasts showing the professor disappeared along with the message that appeared before the eyes of all broadcast viewers.
“What! Why suddenly… Professor!”
Palak!
The man also threw away the leaflet he was holding and asked everywhere.
No one anywhere said they were watching the professor’s broadcast.
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– professor: Hey guys! What are you doing!
– professor: What are you doing! Who do you think would be the best to give me this flag?
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“….What is it?”
flag. It was also a black flag without any symbols to symbolize the next great imperial family of the empire.
The emperor used the last freedom of his life to ensure the well-being of the people of the empire and to punish witches, and then passed away peacefully, handing over all remaining authority to me.
In fact, he is the emperor’s plenipotentiary representative. As long as he kills the witch and declares a new empire, he will be elected as the number one founding contributor to this vast empire.
The question is, who will be chosen as the new emperor amidst all this chaos? I was concerned about that, so I asked in the chat room…
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– professor: Hello? Jokas? Roe deer? Dana? Gay! Guys!!!
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No one said anything, as if they had suddenly become mute.
Private messages also don’t work.
The chat room also doesn’t work.
At the moment of receiving the flag, I heard something like a crackling noise, but something must have gone wrong at that time.
“What… I wonder if a raptor came in from outside. A terrorist infiltrated the administration building and the building was completely destroyed, and the connection I’m currently using was unfortunately damaged and the connection was lost?”
[well. I didn’t really feel any vibrations in the reality side’s body.]
“….When I tried it, the reality side’s mutant body was also very sensitive. Then it’s not an explosion or a terrorist attack. “Is it really bugun?”
A situation where you are suddenly cut off from the outside world. No matter how anxious I was, I couldn’t help but feel anxious, but it wasn’t a situation where I could calmly figure it out.
Boom – Quad deuk!
The power of the emperor that the witch coveted disappeared. This means that most of the emperor’s power, which was blocking the growth of cursed flowers, also disappeared.
The dried cursed flowers blooming all over the capital were growing like crazy, and some were pulling up thorns as big as building pillars and blooming huge petals on the capital.
“The curse of the sacrifice has been broken, right?”
[According to the knowledge in your head. ‘The curse is man-to-man regardless of its power. Appears by casting the target catalyst.’ As you can see, the catalyst is in full bloom. The caster is a 100 year old witch. However, since the target and core, the Emperor, has evaporated, the large-scale curse at the national level must have disappeared without being completed.]
“50 years of build-up has finally collapsed… It is worth it to go on such a long rampage.”
『Aaaah! Ahhh!!!!』
A scream echoes from far away on one side of the capital. Even at a glance, I could tell that the witch was there because the curse flower was growing explosively.
Election of a new emperor.
The connection suddenly disconnected.
A witch whose tip has turned.
[….What are you going to do?]
The professor looked at the unanswered chat room, the empty flag, and the cursed flower stretching out toward his feet before answering.
“I learned something when I came here.”
[What is it?]
“Sometimes I end up doing things wrong because I have too many thoughts.”
Anyway, the connector problem cannot be solved here. except.
The question is whether the new emperor or the witch comes first…..
The founding of a nation comes with myths. For the sake of the succession of its legitimacy, if the new emperor helps out with the Witch, the handover of the empire will be smooth, but right now, the Witch is running rampant to see the face of the guy who ruined the 52-year-old project…
“…. Our metal “Let’s take a look at Mr. Joe’s method.”
[…Huh?]
The professor turned around and returned to the emperor, who was now a pile of ashes.
The cloaks and clothes are gorgeous, but worn out as if hundreds of years had already passed. Meanwhile, decorations that have not yet lost their shine.
The round seal of the royal family.
“…You’re the one who brought me here, so please guide me until the end.”
Ting-!
‘Khahaha! Coin toss! ‘I’m all in on Lady Luck!’
The professor, who was grinning at the memories that came to mind with the smell of oil, flicked the emperor’s seal with his thumb.
obverse. If it’s a lion’s face, it’s from the new emperor.
back. If it’s a complicated magic engraving that you don’t know what it is, start with the witch.
Swish- whilick-
swish- swish!
The moment the seal that was spinning in the air touched the floor, the professor’s palm pressed down on it.
A seal stuck in front of the emperor who was reduced to ashes by that power.
The professor looked at the seal inlaid on the hard stone floor and smiled at the ashes wearing the emperor’s clothes.
“…That’s what they decided. “If something goes wrong, don’t you blame me?”
Now that the direction has been decided, all we have to do is move.
The professor’s physical strength recovered, but he still couldn’t recover his arm, which had been blown off by the storm, and ran away, leaving Hwangseong behind.
The emperor’s seal stuck in the center of the collapsed imperial castle.
It was the back.
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“Aaaah!”
At that time, the capital also came to Amperia, near the Imperial Castle.
“Don’t come, don’t come! “Don’t even think about risky options!”
Lucilla was regretting for the hundred and forty-second time that, for the first time in her life, she had followed emotions instead of reason.
It was good until we got over the castle wall. Roars and screams were heard everywhere, but there was no threat around her, and the stone golem’s bridge nestled between the huge cliffs was filled with the corpses of countless knights, no matter who passed by first.
‘This… is the second prince’s seal? As for the knights, on one side are the royal guard knights and on the other side are the 2nd prince’s knights… The 2nd prince’s forces have taken unreasonable measures! I plan to attack the emperor directly and take over the throne with my might!’
Seeing the explosion and storm raging in the distance near the main gate, it seems that the warrior went to the main gate. She was at the east gate of the Hwangseong Fortress, so if you ran hard enough, you could join her.
‘What I can do is not fight! There’s something here! A big, shiny mountain of gold! ‘I feel that way!’
Instead, she chose to step over the corpses of the knights and enter the imperial castle.
And the result.
Kugugugu-
Quaang!
thud!
“Waaaaaaaa! All it takes is one failure! Life is ruined! Hero! Notum! Aldrich! “Someone help me!!!”
I was running around in the middle of the castle, which was collapsing in real time, avoiding the rocks and pillars that were pouring down like rain.
It’s been a long time since I entered the old city, which was already located like a fantasy inside the castle, along the shabby dirt road.
Now, the mysterious guidance and golden energy that had been driving her so hard have begun to disappear like fog. She had nowhere to go and was just running around.
Lucilla, now covered in dust, said, ‘This is how my legend ends in misery!’ Around the time the same thought occurred to me.
Whoosh!
“Hahahahaha, the basement? cellar! Lo Haram el Samia Tenebria da Carza Amis! Whoever it is, thank God for watching over me! thank you! “If I survive, I will definitely donate!!!”
Lucilla threw herself into the door leading to the basement, which appeared like a mirage in a collapsing building, shouting the names of the five great gods.
Rattling.
“….uh?”
Rattle, rattle!
“Is it locked?”
A door that won’t budge no matter how much you push and pull.
A completely broken spire casts a shadow over Lucilla’s struggling head.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
“please please!!!!”
At the time, Lucilla was desperately pulling on the doorknob as the shadows covered everything.
“Get out of the way!”
Suddenly!
A figure appeared from nowhere, cut open the thick wooden door, and pushed Lucilla inside.
Two people jump in with a narrow gap and debris rains down.
Kuguuuung-!
Lucilla, who had rolled inside and was covering her head, turned towards her benefactor who had saved her when the roar died down.
It wasn’t difficult to figure out its identity. Because in a basement filled with the musty smell of dust, there was a scent like refreshing forest air.
Lucilla jumped into the arms of the blue-haired elf.
“Idrashiiil~! You came to save me!!! “How did you get here?”
“…That’s what I’m going to say, Lucilla. “It seems like he asked me to stay still inside the castle city’s camouflage barrier.”
“Hi!”
“I heard your voice and came to see you. If I had not been careful, I would have died. Lucilla, how did you get here? “Excuse me, but this is not a place where you, who are incompetent in the field, can come.”
“Um…”
Lucilla hesitated at the stern voice, unlike her usual calm demeanor. She couldn’t explain it either. Why do you say you came here? Unknown certainty? Golden India? Merchant’s sense?
The problem was that even at this moment, I could feel a faint residual attraction to just throw around anything.
It wasn’t as strong an attraction as before, but it felt quite familiar. Yes, the attraction I felt when I first met the professor, around the time I moved with the top. As a merchant, the feeling you get when encountering something precious.
“This place is full of things I don’t understand. You chase the professor, but he suddenly disappears and you are left alone in a fantasy-like city. I definitely felt like I was alone, but at some point, I heard you scream, Lucilla. The capital of the empire is full of things I can’t understand-”
Crack-tap-
“Shh, Hydrasil, wait a minute. “I think it’s here.”
“…I need an explanation.”
“Why I had to come here. “It’s like here.”
As I took a breath, my surroundings came into view. A silhouette fluttering in the faint light that leaks in.
Although they are worn out, they boast such outstanding workmanship that they can be traded at a high price even in their current condition.
“This is… a warehouse? Yay! Ugh… Is it an armory?”
Lucilla went forward, frowning at the sharp pain she felt in her fingertips.
At a glance, you can see that these weapons have been left in this state for hundreds of years, but they are still sharp enough to cut flesh with a simple touch.
This means that all the weapons that fill this warehouse are not ordinary items.
And in the midst of all this, the identity of the item that had so stimulated Lucilla’s senses as a merchant was finally revealed.
A sword covered in white dust, lying in a lump with other dusty weapons.
It is heavy and large enough to be difficult to lift alone, and has an impressive lion head decoration.
“This is it….”
“Lucilla?”
“This thing called me, Idrasil! An item I’ve only seen in history books! Lionel, the lion sword who opened the sky of the empire with the first emperor, Lion King Agdan I, and was given the same fate! The poem looks like the real thing. “It’s not like a ceremonial replica, it’s like the real thing, the direction of which even the Empire didn’t know!”
As a sword, it shared its fate with the first emperor, and when its destiny was fulfilled, the emperor’s sword suddenly disappeared.
Lionel.
The legendary sword, which is said to have shared its final fate with the emperor because no one has been able to find or use it since the first emperor, Agdan I, has now appeared before their eyes in the basement of this mirage-like city.
Numerous weapons that shared the history of the country’s founding long ago. A sword that opens the sky that was sleeping with them. Lion Sword Lionel.
“…Ugh! risk!”
Thump!
While the sensitive Idrasil did not dare to come near it, Lucilla, who was biting her lip, closed her eyes and grabbed the handle.
It doesn’t seem like there’s any light shining or anything special happening.
However, it was strange that a small-bodied girl like Lucilla was lifting that huge sword.
“It’s not as heavy as you think, right? After all, are expensive items different?”
“That… is more than just a sword, it’s closer to something similar to an old spirit… but if you touch it so carelessly…”
“I don’t know! This guy called me in the first place! Are you sure! And there was nothing in Lionel’s lore that said anyone could touch him! It is said that even King Agdan I lent his subordinates and others when he needed it!”
“But….”
“Hey, what else! The object in front of you right now is nothing short of the most valuable relic in the world! “There’s an item I’m thinking about exchanging for the dragon heart from that legend, but as a merchant, I can’t just be overwhelmed by the momentum and pass on it without even touching it just because the item is expensive!”
“Hmm….”
It wasn’t something like that at all, but Lucilla, who had already lifted Lionel by the sheath, tore off the hem of her dress and tied the large sword around her waist, so Idrasil kept his words quiet.
“Let’s go Hydrasil!”
“Let’s go. “Where do you mean?”
“Of course, I’ll find a buyer who will get it for the right price! Right now, the empire is being reduced to dust by the witch’s hands, and the imperial castle, which symbolizes the emperor, has collapsed! Meanwhile, this lion sword is truly a symbol of orthodoxy! Proof of succession! “This is the product whose demand is skyrocketing right here, at this moment!”
“So, to whom are you speaking?”
“Uh… um… won’t he find it? “Because it’s a legend!”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
the moment when idrasil was sighing that even lucilla had gone crazy, the sword rang as if answering that question.
“This way!” “I kind of feel like that!”
“…Whew. Wouldn’t it be impossible for an elf to understand humans…”
“Hmm? “What?”
“it’s nothing. “Let’s go.”
Idrasil, who has a strange expression, is learning what ‘resignation’ means.
Rattling!
From the ruins of the collapsed castle, two human figures escaped towards the capital through a gap in the rock lifted by the water spirit.
As the sky filled with purple ash and the ground covered in cursed fire expand.
….Ugh.
[Swordsman Schwarz family. Tomb of the Sword.]
“Matriarch! That sword! The ‘sword of the matriarch that never returns’…!”
“…I thought the night air was unusual. Today is the day of the old oath. Wake up the children. We have to get ready.”
[A territory that was destroyed a long time ago. Execution place.]
Kuuuung!
“This ax… oh my. Empire, is there still more work to be done for this old man…? Hehehehe… Let’s see if he can swing it even with his skeletal body.”
[forest. A pond filled with moonlight.]
“Narim. This is….”
“Don’t be upset. Unfinished business always comes back. The arrow has arrived, so all you have to do is take your bow.”
[Duke Glen]
“Muto! Where is Muto?”
“Here you are! It’s early in the morning, so I only woke up for a short moment-”
“Stop talking nonsense, go to the library and get it!”
“That? If that’s it…”
“That’s it, you bastard! It’s the oldest law book that’s so worn out that you can’t even throw it away!”
[Wuthering Heights. Hometown of a Wandering Wizard.]
“… What kind of unlucky wind is this? Hey, the guy who isn’t sleeping right now… Ah, there you are.”
“Yes. What are you doing this early in the morning?”
“Go and gather a handful of wind. We’ll have to stop by the capital.”
“Capital… you mean?”
“Yes. It’s been a long time since everyone dispersed, but the owner of this place was once a person who was on friendly terms with the emperor, so what can we do? As tenants, we have to pay back.”
Woo- woo-
woo-woo- east,
west, south, north.
From the ducal house to the nameless barn.
The power of the empire was scattered with the death of the emperor.
Something that has not yet fallen into the hands of a witch. A power purely bound by a covenant between the emperor and that individual.
The power that was bound together in the name of the emperor in the framework of the empire spread throughout the empire and regained its proper place.
Ugh-
Uuuung-
“Ugh! Hey! I know you have valuables, but right now I have no choice but to carry them like this! Be quiet!”
“….Lucille. I don’t know the black language.”
“Hmm… I thought I would be able to understand people when I reached the level of the legendary sword.”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuong
. The lion sword hanging on her waist constantly let out a cry as if guiding the scattered light.
To the capital. To the place where the empire began and ended.
And back to where we start again!
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