Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (31)
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Tiring-!
[Verification results. In the final scenario, your March World won against its planned destruction.]
“Move the injured first! what? Is there anyone here who isn’t exhausted? At least there shouldn’t be any living people lying among the corpses! Spread out barracks around the landed airship! The cabin is mainly for critically ill patients! “The battle is over, the war is not over!”
Tiring-!
[Congratulations to Player ‘professor’. You brought about a perfect ending with great play.]
“Saint Certa! Where is Saint Certa? There’s more than one living person in that pile of corpses! There are only five adults here! As long as you’re alive, you can save it! “As long as I live!”
Tiring-!
[Player ‘professor’ has met the eligibility requirements. Gedreutz’s future prediction model predicts that Mute’s remaining victory is close to 0%.]
“Saint…our…lighthouse….”
“….at least the prayer you want to hear. Is there one? Gregory.”
“I’ve already heard enough…”
“…Latura. “Brother.”
[The rest of the process is worthless to you.]
“…Are you saying you want to go now? To the north?”
“It won’t take long. “Since the queen is the only one left in the empty house, all we have to do is come and go.”
“But….”
[Would you like to go to the manager’s room?]
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[Would you like to receive the reward?]
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[Do you want to end the game?]
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Tiring- Tiring- Tiring- Tiring…
“You’re talking so much.”
Sigh!
That damn notification sound never left my ears, even in the sound of splitting the ice wall in the north and in the blizzard with ice picks the size of my forearms swirling around.
Tiring –
[Player ‘porfessor’ All play to verify you in this world has ended. You are the closest person to a ‘completer’ of any project, and your time is invaluable.]
“What should I do?”
Tiring-
[The player moves directly and leaves it to future simulation. The simulation records all the actions of the human ‘Professor Park’ so far, so it will display the same results even if you do not play it yourself. So playing at this point is a worthless waste of time.]
“….The result will be the same. It’s the result. But watching it with my own eyes is different.”
It was game over for a system that only worked for the project of ‘completer’, but not for me. This is the world I led, so I have to see it through to the end.
Sigh!
This is the queen’s nest that we arrived at after so much effort.
Glimpse!
“I thought you were frozen.”
The elites are dead, the chamber maids who were the best at raising them are dead, and the named ones are all dead.
The only remaining troops of the enemy were the lowest-level Zerglings pouring out of the few remaining mass-produced chamber maids.
One day by airship from Tobrunn to the North.
It took a day for the surviving oil wizards and flames to arrive from the northern entrance to the center.
And half a day at the queen’s nest, where newborn mutes are pouring out.
While the allies who had been with me up to this point were paying attention, I went inside alone. Among the allies who were exhausted from not having rested their arms and legs for three whole days, I was the only one who was in good spirits thanks to Mute’s blood.
The highest mountain in the North.
A rock cave built near the top of the queen’s nest, where the entire mountain was fortified.
The queen’s residence, surrounded by a natural fortress of ice walls and ice storms, would have been guarded by all kinds of elite mutes.
‘Everything has its pros and cons.’
The final process was not very long, as the enemy’s main force was completely driven out of the north through a long defeat.
Quaaaang!
When the door inlaid with the bones of all races was kicked in, a huge red cavity was revealed.
“…It’s a little different from what I thought.”
Since she is a queen who creates mutes by consuming other races, I thought it would be the peak of disgust, like a mad scientist’s laboratory.
There were no human specimens floating in opaque liquid, no flesh-colored slime covering Tobrunn, no mountains of bone or tentacle-studded walls.
There was just a space gently carved out of granite. Warm, humid air and white stalagmites lined up like awnings.
A queen that fills one wall of the cavity.
Jerk.
As I took a step closer, several mutes hiding in the queen’s shadow began to walk out in unison.
These are the guys I’ve seen in Cheonryuje’s videos. The Queen’s guardian who never leaves the Queen’s residence no matter what happens. These are great guys, each of whom has a record of blocking Cheonryuje’s sword cuts ‘twice’. Three semi-named mutes.
In the video of Cheonryuje, there were four, but seeing one empty, it seems that it was used as raw material for the quantity that was rushed out.
Behind the guards walking out one by one, the expressionless, giant-like figure of the queen caught my eye.
….Sleep.
With each step I took, I felt strangely lighter.
Is it an illusion?
no.
The blood flowing from my body was being sucked into the queen’s fingertips, which were slowly pointing at me.
“I will get back the power I stole from them…”
Along with the infection factor, the ‘regenerative power’ that was the basis of all my combat power was disappearing.
Strong muscles and mana developed through regenerative power. Divine power. All the Aurors remain the same. However, when I think about my body using forces that repel each other and my fighting style, which has become a self-destructive attack with too much force.
“This will be the last battle for the character ‘Professor’.”
That will be the trend. Just as the Great Chief ‘Rabbit Princess’ of World 1 was short-lived due to the aftereffects of being hit by a poisoned arrow, it is recorded in history that ‘Rabbit Princess, the first head of the heroic Levitt family’ of World 2 died suddenly from a chronic illness.
There is no place for the player character in the world after clearing. Gedreutz wanted a world that changes following the footsteps of great individuals, not a world led by great individuals.
“There is no place for me after this.”
It’s not a character’s story, it’s my story. If I kill the queen like this, my March World will end. end. Clear the world.
It’s like in an old RPG game where a character developed with time, care, and affection disappears with the ending.
Idrasil, Notum Turan, and Marca, who are now climbing up the ice wall outside the cave and going up against the waterfall-like baptism of Mute. The people of the Church of Light who foolishly care for me, and Lucilla, who is far away in the empire… I
will be separated from all of these people.
“If I don’t have regenerative power… I won’t be able to fight like I did before.”
The monster’s large body fights on the premise that it can take the enemy’s attacks. It would not be suitable for dealing with enemies who will ignore defense and rush at you in such a narrow space.
Tdduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduddudduk –
The monster’s body returns to that of a human. The regenerative power that made up the body is used up to the last bit, transforming into a god with the same black luster as its outer shell.
Taat –
Leaving behind the guardians who
rushed, cut, and cut to pieces.
Over the head of the expressionless queen.
From top to bottom.
Clearly.
-Quaaaang!
Blinding sunlight and a wind mixed with snow blowing into the cave that exploded, following the black afterimage.
Sssssseu-
….Tuk.
The Queen’s neck slipped at an angle and fell.
“…Goodbye. “March World.”
With the queen’s body frozen by the north wind.
The front of my eyes turns white.
Tiring-
[World saved]
It’s been a long time since I saw a notification. The message that came to mind right before logging out at an inn or campsite when logging out was possible.
“….okay. “That’s enough.”
Even though I knew it didn’t mean that, I found it comforting and was able to close my eyes.
My consciousness sank into a cloud of white light.
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Let’s go. Let’s go. Chabak. Chabak.
Jororolok.
Clatter rattle rattle rattle.
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Something hard was supporting my back.
The sound of something wet hitting the ground.
A warm and clean scent was mixed with the soft warmth.
“Keruruk?”
….It is a voice that cannot help but identify who it is.
“Kiluk!” Saladin? “Are you conscious?”
My eyelids felt heavy, as if I had woken up after sleeping for 100 years. A manly head covered in orange scales and large eyes appeared in my blurry vision.
Senica. Senicamar. The younger of the two dragon bloods we met in the desert.
Looking closely, I saw a blue-scaled lizard dragging something whimpering from quite a distance away. Not only Senika but also Aldar were here.
“This is…”
“Congratulations on clearing! Let’s go! “Kilururuk!”
phut!
Before answering, a small cone-shaped firework exploded. Colorful plastic fluttering and long pieces of paper.
“….end?”
“yes! The great warrior ‘Professor’ took the life of ‘Mutation Blood Queen’, the evil spirit of destruction, and the scenario has ended! “Kilururuk!”
….sloppy.
“okay. “It’s over.”
It felt like all the strength was draining away from my body, like the feeling of a soft armchair.
It’s over. really.
Dejected. pleasure. A sense of accomplishment and awkwardness. It feels like mixing all of these things together and pouring them into my head. “
It’s been a while,
it’s been a while, Saladin!”
Aldar greeted him out of breath, not in his original form but in the form of a small dragon blood. The sight of him wiping off sweat while pulling an object the size of a refrigerator covered in a white cloth on a clumsy cart definitely reminded me of the clumsy little dragon people in the desert.
First of all, that’s a real dragon.
The sight of a blue lizard gasping for breath made me feel even more disconnected.
“What is it that’s so heavy that the dragon gasps?”
“Grrrr, this thing has an incredibly large data value…”
“….data?”
“yes. As a newly born dragon species and a prospective manager, I am learning many things from Atlaheba… Ah, World Tree and Atlaheba are away for a while. The ‘World Branch’ is growing at an incredible speed right now, so you went to see it. “The World Tree was very happy to see the mechanical tree, which had only been growing sideways for the past few years, now growing straight up.”
Flap!
After catching his breath, Aldar immediately removed the cloth covering the items on the cart he was dragging.
A slightly worn armchair and table. Extremely old cathode ray tube TV and video.
And next to it, Aldarshaks dragged… a large…
“Vending machine?”
A big… uh… vending machine.
The white body of the rectangular parallelepiped has a transparent display stand at the top.
Buttons corresponding to each product. white lights. The [SOLD OUT] sign and the coin slot are illuminated in a blurry red light.
“…Would you like me to drink something?”
When I pointed to the vending machine that appeared out of nowhere, Aldar shook his head vigorously.
“no! The appearance is the taste of the creator, Andrei Gedroits, but… This is a ‘reward vending machine’ prepared for users who clear each world!”
Rumbling –
A vending machine being pulled in front of me with a confident voice.
While I was wondering if I was looking at the names of the ‘products’ written in front of them, Senika next to me held out a teacup.
“Kiluruk! It will help you calm down!”
“Oh yeah. Thank you….”
Dalkak.
I couldn’t finish the greeting.
There was a small coin lying under the raised teacup.
“You can choose whatever you want!”
The coin with the words [1 Coin] embossed on the front and back seemed to fit perfectly into the hole in the vending machine.
“…What do you want?”
“yes. One coin per world. Atlaheba said, “This is a rule that the Creator has enjoined that must be followed.”
With what you want. Choose one of these.
I couldn’t believe it, so I looked through the list of products several times.
[Gedreuts’ authority to adjust game time multiplier]
[Gedreuts Company. Drone center administrator authority.]
[SOLD OUT]
[SOLD OUT]
[Manned spacecraft base ‘NEXT SPACE’ coordinates and security key]
[SOLD OUT]
Products lined up one after another. and.
[coordinate. Gedroitz’s server room.]
A product with a bright blue light that I don’t know why it’s here.
“The last item was supposed to be locked… but due to an ‘error’ in the example, the administrators removed the lock.”
“It has been open ever since the moment World 1 was cleared.”
“The potential finishers just chose something different.”
“You have been given the same qualifications and opportunities as them.”
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
“Choose!”
“You can take what you want!”
The fingertips holding the coin trembled as the two Hechlings spoke in rapid succession.
For now, there was an object in front of me that was treated as the goal level for humanity.
Gedroitz’s server room. A place where the greatest scientist of the time, with the power to freely wield a game similar to a human modification program called GG, is said to have gone into hiding with his countless technologies.
The coordinates are now within reach if you stretch out your hand.
The word ‘end’ passed through my head and the round coin held at the end of my finger was heading towards the coin slot.
….Snap.
A sound like shallow water being kicked came from somewhere in my chest.
As the game approaches its end, traces of someone who seemed to disappear quietly.
It grabbed my fingertips.
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