Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (30)
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“I feel so strange.”
The final rotation was taking place in the distance where the sea had swept away.
The walls of Tobrunn have collapsed, and thanks to the sacrifices of several heroes, the Mute side is also unable to replenish its ranks. The end of that battle will soon determine victory or defeat.
“I have never been such a bystander before.”
A black monster in a white prison. Two companions.
“…Otman. Are you listening?”
Shoot aaaaa-
slap.
“…Hey Edeorna. Are you listening? huh?”
Tuk-tuk.
“…is he dead?”
There was no reaction even when I touched the white lump floating along the waves like trash.
I tried everything to get out of here.
Edeorna, who sacrificed her body and used all her remaining strength to build a prison, was no match for me. I attacked the struggling creature countless times, tearing it apart and rendering it unrecognizable, but the prison of thorn fences only continued to grow. I couldn’t escape from this place with any divine aura magic.
Meanwhile.
Ottman leaves my side.
The wizard’s miracles also flowed into my prison.
Notum’s spell fell upon the battlefield.
“Why didn’t I know? “It’s so heterogeneous.”
Why has the Argalian Sword still not been revealed for the absurd reason that it was ‘lost’?
Why is this world created for the education of ‘players’? Has the world that has so far made it so that the player leads all events has turned me into a complete bystander at this moment?
In GG, which is created identical to the world and all events have clear cause-and-effect relationships, why does the final scenario happen the same to all players?
[We are the player’s supporters, educators, and examiners.]
The words of the World Tree and Atlaheva came to mind.
[GG is a program to select and raise ‘completers’, great prophets who will not repeat the same failures as me.]
I also remembered Andrei Gedreuts’ eyes with a mixture of madness and enthusiasm.
Final scenario.
Completer.
examiner.
player.
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Slap-
“Otman. Do you see that?”
Cheolseuok-
“It’s a battlefield without me.”
Shoot-
“People are winning.”
My voice trembled as the sea water brushed against my calf.
Until now, I had thought that this final scenario was the final test that would determine the qualifications of the system’s completers.
The final battle that brought everything together. This is something that must be achieved this time.
But I was here as a bystander, isolated and excluded from the results.
The final scenario was not a test.
“It was an opportunity to grade all results up to now.”
It is simply a place to check the results of tests that have already been sufficiently taken.
“This… did you want to teach this? Is every world for moments like this?”
[….Complete. I want to know what kind of person you are.]
Gedreutz’s voice in the video came to mind.
[Gedreutz’s game. My GG is a device that not only creates future great people, but also selects the best and brightest among them to become ‘completers’ who are close to superhumans.]
A program that is both a selection process and a learning device. A masterpiece completed by a genius who changed the world to change the future.
This is an educational program that is a culmination of the lessons learned from his failures.
He prided himself on being a better ‘individual’ than anyone else in human history, and he failed miserably.
[Things that will happen… eventually happen.]
Even for great heroes, prophets, and humanity’s best scientists, there comes a moment when they can only watch as results get out of hand.
Since no outstanding individual can solve everything on his own, Gedreutz probably hoped that the perfecters he found would be different from him.
Because I wanted the completer to be an individual who changes the world, not an individual who saves the world alone.
So they quarantined me. To see whether the ‘changed world’ itself can be saved by being led by the individual player, rather than the world being saved by the individual player.
“The ‘qualifications’ that the system insisted on were judged at this moment.”
World Tree and Dragon. A system that did not break my opinion despite the insistence of the two managers and insisted that the rest of the authority could only be granted if I was qualified.
The qualifications he was talking about were decided on this occasion.
No matter how the game progresses, this is the final scenario that all players face. final battle.
It is a manager who operates according to a manual. The ‘system’ was a place to select the qualifications of completers.
Chaeaeang!
Kakak!
Shakeup-
shakeup.
Mutes and humans. As if the cards on both sides were turned over one by one and erased, the results of my choices were disappearing one by one.
Infantry and knights arrived because they successfully saved the empire. Because they couldn’t pay attention to the Western Front, they disappeared along with the exponentially increasing number of mutes.
Heroes who gathered together because they raised the banner of good. The clergy and saints who gathered together because they led all five major denominations. Facing the elite mutes and the named white mutes, they disappear.
The human camp was completely distracted by the enemy’s surprise attack, and Ottoman Baudelaire’s life disappeared.
disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear.
At the end of disappearing.
Buuuuuu-
“This sound… is airborne!”
“Nonsense! “The airship that was heading back to Teldrat when it departed has already made a round trip between the two countries and returned here?”
“Reinforcements! “Magic bombardment is falling!!!”
Sigh!
“There are fewer enemies…!”
“…It looks like the religious believers who will be blessed have finally succeeded. The Mute bastards are not being recruited! The death squad has broken all the damned pillars beyond the collapsed castle wall! If we just kill these, it’s over!”
“This one is the last one here! Anyone who has any energy left should stick to that damn white thing!”
“Damn it! Looks like I’ll have to send away all the people who went alone first! I’ll kill them in advance!”
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With the news of victory ringing from all over, the odds of victory are tilted toward the side with more cards remaining.
In my absence. Those who remained were reaching out towards the end of the world.
Shoot-
slap.
tide. The wave that was touching my chest suddenly reached my ankles.
“…Otman. “Since when did you know?”
I asked toward the disappearing sea, taking in that wondrous sight.
“Didn’t you go that way because you knew to some degree that this was the ‘flow’ that it would end like this?”
The sea in Otman was so peaceful.
He may have felt it instinctively throughout his entire journey with me.
What kind of flow. my steps. my touch. That the series of flows created by my choices are coming together and flowing toward one end.
Even if you didn’t know what it was, you probably felt it. If you look at what he said back then.
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‘Otman? Honestly, Otman, why do you keep joining us at this dangerous party? The stigma of the Reed Flow School has been removed long ago, so now all that remains is to rebuild the Magic Tower with the disciples waiting for you in Roderick. Oh, do you need money? Could the denomination be a little more flexible? How many donation boxes should I steal?’
‘Don’t say you’ll be struck by lightning. It’s just… it’s just the flow.’
‘flow? What flow? I also have the awareness of flow, right? ‘Can’t you see?’
‘That’s because you lack discipline, Professor! From now on, if you avoid food that has been in contact with dirt and fire and gradually change your diet to focus on selected seafood…’
‘Ugh! ‘Do not impose the false rituals of heresy, such as magic, on a saint!’
‘Hehehehe! Anyway, there’s something I can’t explain. It’s just the flow. It flows like a river, but when it splits, it splits. If we flow together until the end, someday… when we reach the end. ‘You’ll find out why it had to go this way.’
‘Hmm…’
‘So you won’t eat fish? huh?’
‘Kaaaak! Pass on the corrupted heresy! Wizard!’
‘Don’t stay away from formulas in topics that are as old as 4! ‘Not even a child!’
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“So it was the sea? A small sea that will end with just a few waves? “The magician’s miracle was just the final spell that took the life of Ottoman Baudelaire…?”
Felix Drixiel’s spell changed the history of the empire and filled the void of all wind wizards.
Gauman Delhurst’s spell whispered to all the winds in the valley and changed a wizard’s life.
Ottoman Baudelaire’s spell… didn’t change anything. I just turned on the water a little.
Because I knew that everything was flowing towards this moment.
Knowing that the flow with them was fully prepared from the beginning of the journey.
A little time. A moment to catch your breath. At the end, I felt that all I had to do was be given the opportunity to fully demonstrate what I had brought to this point.
“Oh my god Ottoman. “What kind of person are you…!”
Isn’t he truly the same person?
We have been together on this journey for the longest time. Someone I want to be with until the end.
A person who has deeper conversations when sitting quietly next to you than when talking to you.
A teacher who I thought would become a family member of someone I was not related to by blood.
He understood everything at the last moment.
Because it exists in the game, it is impossible to know anything related to the system, Gedroits, the completer, and the world.
However, I knew that a series of huge flows that had begun with the journey had gathered here and were fully prepared.
So the sea.
Finally, finally
,
finally
.
ocean.
….Pisik.
That sight was so shocking. The approaching rising tide pulls the struggling Otman in, and the ebb tide resembles Otman covering his head after having had an accident again.
As if conveying it to someone who is alone and has to watch. I was so amazed by the blue sea that came by a miracle and just naturally soaked my ankles without any threat or strong current.
“Hehehe really…. You were Otman until the end.”
His boiling breath came out with a windy laugh. Something that was boiling as if it was about to explode rose into pointless smoke along with a little soot.
For a while. The water that had reached the top of my head sank down to my chest, waist, calves, and ankles until it disappeared.
I sat like that for a while and ended up laughing.
Suddenly,
in the distance, I saw the sword of an unknown knight cutting off the head of the last remaining white mute.
『Waaaaaa-!!!!』
It is a shout of victory.
People shouted loudly that those who were with him had overcome destruction and were victorious in a battlefield without players.
“Are you saying there was no need for a miracle?”
The miracle of a wizard who merely passed through the battlefield once.
His last spell proved to be nothing.
This flow. The journey that has already taken place here is the life that a wizard named Otman Baudelaire was born, raised, and went through with us. His life, which has reached this place, is already like a miracle.
That he had reached the end of his miraculous life.
….Snap.
“As always, you talk a lot without saying a word, Otman…”
The wizard who reached the end of the river said his final greetings to me.
Fasssssuk –
My prison, which had exhausted all its strength, finally crumbled, revealing a battlefield full of corpses with no room to step on.
Compared to when I started, I saw a handful of people screaming in victory and running towards where I was, exhausted and limping.
The sea of Otman disappeared without a trace.
“Saint!”
“Saint!!!”
“professor!”
Paladins. Hydrasil. Notum. Tushan. Others.
Suddenly, an elixir created by a great warlock and alchemist named Aldrich and passed down to the wizard Ottoman Baudelaire. It occurred to me that the recipe for the earthy brown potion, known as ‘Sedative for Magicians’, had completely disappeared from the world.
A person who first checks the well when finding a place to stay.
A person who liked it so much when I gave him a glass of water.
I felt that the person who occupied the seat next to me in my memories of the entire journey and who still comes to mind first along with the name ‘Professor Warrior Saint Party’ has disappeared.
Tiring –
[Player ‘professor’ qualification verification completed.]
“Oh my… you bastard…”
The Argalian Sword never showed up.
Two streams of rain fell where the sea dried up.
I passed. Damn it.
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