Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 333

Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (38)

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When negotiations break down and the other party turns into a steadfast enemy, what is the first thing a person who gets up from the negotiating table should do?

‘Of course, it involves kicking the negotiation table and quickly and accurately pointing the gun at the head of the opponent sitting across from you!’

A person of such high status that you can immediately hold peace talks is within reach, but if you let that person who has turned into an enemy go without stopping, that would be foolish.

In that regard, I felt a bit of shame that Falcatus had beaten me one step faster than I had. The fact that Falcatus changed the moon into battle form faster than I changed my body means that he was already fully prepared even while he was going on a tirade.

The jet of water pierced my chest, and the seawater, which had not faced any resistance until now, was tightening my body as if the pressure of the entire sunken sea had been hit.

『Combat power. What my father has and what I don’t. Do you know how hard I worked to secure it?』

“Huh. You just caught me like this? “If you really think like that, Edeorna’s severed arm would be crying out loud?”

『Is that possible? In any case, the sunken moon is only a means for our species’ permanent survival in contact with the outside world. It would be an insult to compare the power to control such a small sea and such to my father’s ‘combat power’.』

Crackling, wow!

With the sound of my muscles twisting, the water pressure that had been constricting my body began to open as if it were being held in a hand.

‘I must kill him. We must kill that Falcatus here.’

The pressure that instantly crushes marine life as big as a monster.

In other words, it is just enough pressure to crush a living creature. This means that there is a qualitative difference in physical strength compared to my strength.

‘It revealed its true form on the sunken moon. A chance for genius. ‘I don’t know how many more sacrifices I’ll have to make to have this opportunity again!’

Regardless of clearing, this guy has to be killed. Falcatus’ goal is to get out. To do so, he said he planned to use me, who was connected to the body in a data soul state, and that he planned to go out and use the same method as me to render people half brain dead and then transfer his compatriots one by one.

What if Falcatus takes my body and leaves the connector? If my half-type 3 mutant body returns to reality and starts moving, who will be the first person I encounter? Wouldn’t the most suitable first victim be someone who lives in the same administration building and is close enough to me to visit almost every day to monitor my condition?

I didn’t have to think too hard about how a guy who thinks and acts like me wouldn’t need much effort to sink his claws into Dana’s spinal nerves as she was filled with joy at our reunion.

We have to kill that guy. Not the sunken moon or anything like that, but that Falcatus guy.

‘As always, they must have dug a hole to get through, as if it were an 8-lane tunnel, and worked on it. So, just relax like that.’

Since the moon controls the entire ocean, it would have control over all kinds of environmental factors other than water pressure. There is no problem with overpowering it with force, but in the meantime, the mutes around me come rushing in and even the two Nameds join them, and if I hit and hit them, I can clearly see that Falcatus will cast [We’ll see!] in front of me, who is completely devastated, and take me out. situation.

Rather than focusing on the Falcatus right in front of me, it was more important to block its escape route.

“I request you, the creative AI! Stop hostilities against players right now! I am a ‘completer candidate’ recognized by the system! Acts that are hostile to me…! “This is an act that violates the completion of the project!”

In order to do that, it was necessary to persuade this stupid and broken AI that had fallen for his sugarcoat. If that guy Falcatus could convince me, I could too.

but. Despite my extremely reasonable demands, the water pressure squeezing my entire body only grew stronger. As I released the pressure with the control and strength of the water magician, a prison of water flowing out in all directions was created, trapping me.

The current swirling around in all directions was so strong that if I tried to put my hand in it, I could see four of my fingers ripped off in their entirety and being swept away into the sea.

‘Are you really planning on killing this guy, not just subduing him? ‘Management AI controls players?’

[This AI must carry out the developer’s project. The ultimate goal is to create a world for it.]

“Yes! So-”

[Hyundai. GG is already so tainted with errors that it cannot sustain itself. Compared to the beginning of development, the difficulty has increased by more than 980%, and this is judged to be a near-impossible obstacle to carrying out Master Gedreutz’s intentions.] [

Measures that involve some risk will be taken. The modification of the object ‘Falcatus’ was judged to be highly anomalous and highly likely.]

“Are you crazy! That bastard… is inserting error data into the bodies of people outside!”

[This is reviewed very positively. It has been proven that deletion of data souls tainted by errors is impossible to restore and is against the survival of the world. However, if the error is stored in an external ‘terminal’, it is implied that it can be restored and corrected later.]

“You crazy bastards…”

[Also. Aging of Data Soul is considered the most fundamental problem. The entity ‘Falcatus’ suggested that the collapse of the world could be prevented by adding fresh data souls that have never experienced a simulation, like the situation of player ‘professor’. This is also considered a method worth considering positively.]

[When all the results are combined, the entity ‘Falcatus’ is found to be an anomaly that has never appeared in any other world and an advisor worth preserving.]

[ World clearing is an act of deleting these variable entities.]

[Long-term goal. In order to completely restore the world, this AI will stop carrying out its goal in the short term.]

[Therefore, player ‘professor’ informs you that your clearing is against the purpose of this AI’s creation. For the sake of the world’s survival, please ‘stand by’ here.]

[If you do not comply, mandatory performance procedures will begin.]

“….There will never be a day when the hatred of synths will disappear in the world.”

『Even if it is the same persuasion, doesn’t the time taken differ?』

Wrong. The shattered moon was not just persuaded, but had already been groomed one by one by Falcatus’ poisonous snake-like tongue.

『And I never said that the combat power I was talking about was limited to this ‘Sunken Moon’. Even when he was a weak human being with a weak body like me, he was the one who interfered with my sister’s activities. How can you compare this insignificant play in the water to the combat power of someone who has achieved the status of Godslayer?』

Grumble.

For a moment, large bubbles rose in a corner of the turbulent sea.

Sensually, I felt that Falcatus had left this place. Where did it go? I left my body inside the moon facing me right now. To leave the body.

The question soon returned as astonishment.

『When it comes to power. My mother is a deity who is the source of all of our species. You, the nemesis, the player, are already a saint who killed the god who descended on the empire and announced this feat to all nations.』

Boom-boo-

boo!

A being that appears from the back of the moon, which has turned into a giant eyeball, extends its arms beyond the horizon, embraces it, and slowly wraps its long neck and tail around it.

『If you want to intervene in the fight between God and God Slayer, wouldn’t it be appropriate to be at the level of the being who brought down God?』 A golden

dragon wrapped around a silver moon.

“….from the beginning?”

『From the beginning. From the very moment I decided to exchange the good fortune of arriving here into the best means to deal with the monster called you!』

Quauuuuuuu-!!!

Kauladi’s dragon, lost in vain on the desert, exposed its long neck as if wrapping around the moon and roared.

‘…Somehow, he showed himself in public!’

The dragon’s mouth opened wide towards the professor, who was trapped in a water current prison created by the moon, and he felt an unimaginable power gathering in front of him.

The strongest and most vicious attack of a dragon that strikes before you even face each other.

It was too late when he realized that the prison of water was not simply to physically imprison him, but to block the water magician’s ability to move underwater without any inertia.

The professor, who was hastily raising his auror, saw a sphere of heat evaporating the surrounding area in the sea and creating a round void.

『Didn’t I always tell you that? I don’t plan on letting my guard down even an inch when dealing with you.』

….Park –

And then that compressed sphere of heat exploded.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!

The breath of heat that burst from the mouth of the gold dragon, symbolizing the power of the sun, evaporated all the sea that passed in the shape of a cone and turned the place into a void in an instant.

A corner of the sea, where countless sea and coral creatures were swimming just a few seconds ago, was reduced to nothing, but Falcatus did not relax.

‘…I smell blood.’

The dragon’s keen sense of smell never missed even the slightest clue.

If he had been caught in the breath, the smell of melted human oil, not blood, would have been much stronger. I didn’t think I was going to die from the beginning. Isn’t he a being close to immortal to begin with? In any case, he even planned to transfer all of the melted seawater and pour in Mute’s blood to revive him.

But the smell of blood.

Boom-

‘….upwards!’

When I raised my head, I saw something that looked like red blood being dragged by what looked like a long thread.

Even though he lost most of his abilities, he was able to use his body to break out of the prison of water created by the power of the moon that holds the entire sunken sea.

I couldn’t miss it. If I were a father whose wisdom reached the heavens and who had figured out the ultimate goal of our species, I didn’t know when, where, and how he would interfere if I gave him time.

Kuuuuu-!

The dragon wrapped around the moon began to soar toward the surface, chasing the professor’s blood that had been torn apart by the moon’s water pressure.

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“hmm?!”

“Why are you doing that?”

“This… seems to have started! “Tell the others to get ready!”

On the peaceful surface of the sunken sea. A smile appeared on Otman’s face as he leisurely cast his fishing rod on the railing of the ‘Dry Oasis’.

I don’t know what’s going on down there, but I ignore the slight shaking so as not to disturb the professor, who is obviously doing all kinds of tricks. The moment that lifts him up is when he finally confronts the enemy and engages in all-out war, when his skills of blackmail and intimidation turn out to be futile, and in the end, only battle remains as the answer. Shouldn’t it be brought up when the time comes so that it doesn’t interfere with the professor’s event?

‘At least when I face someone I can show sincerity to. There will definitely be a time when you face a guy called Named Mute or Falcatus, so if you take advantage of that moment and catch the professor and the opponent at once, you will be able to overpower him in an instant based on your numerical superiority…!’

ping-! Piing-!

And finally, when the long-awaited flow of great power was felt through a thin stream of water.

“Hmm!”

Ottman lifted the fishing rod without delay. Perhaps because the imagery that made up the spell itself reminded me of fishing, I felt a very heavy touch as I lifted up the entire water mass near the professor through my control over the water.

‘I think I felt like I was caught on something…’

At that time, Professor Ottman was wondering if he had gotten caught on some coral.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!

“What the hell!”

“The sea is tilting!”

“Everyone, loosen the anchor rope! “If this continues, I’m going to go overboard!”

On the other side, deep in the sea, an underwater volcano seemed to have erupted, along with a huge plume of steam, and the calm sea began to largely sink to one side.

“Cluck, cough, fog…. “The fog is hot!”

As if there had been a tsunami, the sea shook, and in an instant, hot steam filled the thin space between the sandy sea and the surface of the sunken sea, covering the son-in-law with haze, while the stream of water that had been steadily pulling the professor up reached the surface and –

Sooooooooo!

Cheolpudeok!

Finally, the professor who was hanging on the end was dragged onto the deck.

“Hey professor! “What on earth did you do down there like that?”

“Kerururuk!”

“Keeeh! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Ottman, who was running hurriedly, got scared and the Hechling siblings, who were playing with Notum next to them, started a fight and rushed to hide below the deck.

Clearly, the one hanging at the end of the stream was his student, the professor. Isn’t what I caught just now a lump of blood that has been cut up like it was made into shark bait?

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

From the blood clots, limbs grew and facial features appeared, and soon he reverted to the decoy professor he had been hanging for the first time and began speaking gibberish.

“Ubgeup thatgeuk uh ah um ah ah!”

“I’m sorry! “I made some mistake…”

Boom!

“Thanks to you, I survived Otman! I heard they made it impossible for you to use any power from the inside to the outside of that prison! “I almost scored with one breath combo!”

lived Thank heavens, Otman gave me a bow and I survived that perfect ultimate combo!

The professor, who immediately recovered from being thrown into the water prison, ran straight to the deck railing.

Infinitely bright sea. And beneath the deep sea, a being rapidly approaching, sparkling with gold and silver.

Seeing the professor’s urgent face, the complexions of the people who followed him to the railing gradually began to turn earthy.

“Saladin! What on earth is that! “What did you bring in again!”

“What I saw during the day! That dragon and your god back then! The sunken moon!”

“What? “That hideous lump… is the ancient God of Creation?”

A metal eyeball as large as an island flashed its eyes in all directions, and the golden dragon wrapped around it was quickly closing the distance.

Ottoman laughed out of bewilderment rather than embarrassment.

“Dragon is a god… Mute’s support force will arrive in a little while, right?”

“It’s probably somewhere in this ocean.”

“Now we have to fight it?”

“….I am sorry.”

“Is there any chance of winning?”

The old wizard’s question drew the attention of everyone on the ship to the bloody warrior’s mouth.

A land of shipwrecks and ceilings where the warrior’s eyes are blocked by a sea of sand. And I looked at the turbulent waves one after another.

“…Not here. “If I somehow manage to get up… what?”

“Going up? “Back to the sand sea?”

“By what means?”

In response to Otman and the crew’s questions, the professor took out an item he had kept in his pocket.

“That’s the ticket you used to come down.”

“ticket?”

“Yes. I thought it was meant to be thrown away, but it wasn’t one-way.”

The item the professor took out. It was an object that caught his eye as he went down to the bottom of the sea.

A sturdy severed arm. A fresh holy relic with divine power still crackling and splashing through the cracks.

When quicksand was called to Kauladi’s residence, it sank along with the quicksand.

It had such a presence that the professor who was heading down toward the moon couldn’t help but notice it.

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