Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 472

Chapter. 22. Last Parade (3)

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As I traveled the world on the magic train, I often met people whose death date was set.

Well, a representative example is Shard Knight, who is close to Malo. Or a worker who borrowed a large amount of money but was unable to repay it and had almost half of his internal organs held up as mortgage, or a person who worked in a magicite mine and became addicted to unrefined magic power, or a cheap assassination request for about 4,000 shillings due to a petty grudge was posted on the sign of a favorite restaurant. A person who saw something attached.

In any case, when I saw such people, their actions when they sensed death were mostly similar, regardless of status or age. It was like saying hello to people I knew and wrapping up things I couldn’t handle due to various personal reasons.

Of course, there are people who say things they never said to their loved ones, and there are also people who go to the person they have a grudge against and casually say, ‘You die and I die!’

Anyway, it was a bit difficult for me to understand at the time. As someone who has been chasing something my whole life, I didn’t understand why when there was a time limit, I became more persistent and tried to achieve something and die before time ran out, but wasted my time worrying about things that would be left behind.

“Ah, the weather is nice.”

Now that I am on my own to the place of death, I understand.

“I think this is the first time in my life that I feel this comfortable.”

What should I say about this? Have you escaped the tyranny of the world? I guess it doesn’t matter anymore? Is your head empty?

I don’t know what it is, but in any case, unlike what I thought, I felt a lot more relaxed in my mind.

‘I don’t have any burden on my mind.’

When I was young, I wandered around like a psychopath, trying to find something unknown, and after I regained my memories, I lived with my head wrapped in worry and groaning, trying to prepare for an unknown future, without any time to catch my breath. Finally, I lived.

220 years after being separated from the professor’s body, he was freed from all uncertainty and anxiety.

Now that I am running towards a certain future with the best preparations, my mind is as clear and peaceful as a monk who has entered nirvana.

It’s

pow-!

Pushuuung-

『Hahahaha. I’ll say it again, I’m a peace-loving Mutrogak!』

Kaaang!

『As a Mute, I have some minor business to attend to here in Windhall Fortress City-』

Ouch!

『Because…』

“Shoot! Shoot until the gun barrel melts!”

“We must not allow monsters to approach the home of the wind!”

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….That’s

enough to put up with the behavior of those vicious people who randomly fire anti-mute ramparts at the naked, unarmed, non-violent Hyde who was crying, even though he was wearing only a cape on his bare body. It meant that my mind was full of peace.

Of course, that bare body looked like a monster with skin as dark as blood and bulging muscles, but that’s why he screamed from afar and I spoke to him first, right? He said he walked up with both hands raised in the air as a peaceful gesture.

‘I am different. I am different from Professor Park! My Aurors prove it!’

Knock knock, knock, knock, knock!

『Jampuoc! Shut up! Knock! Don’t say anything-!』

‘I am different! I can’t do Windhall, which has only good memories, like he did to Tobrun back then-‘

“It’s the type that regenerates the body! Shoot without stopping! “Don’t worry about the attack!”

“It’s self-destruction! “I’m thinking of clinging to the castle wall and detonating myself when I see it approaching with all its might!”

“He who can use thunderbolts, use thunderbolts! “Do not give up a single breeze of Wuthering Heights to those beasts!”

‘You can’t commit terrorism…’

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Shit.

Ah, my friend, my senior, my father, Professor Park. I learn something today too.

Since I’m about to face Professor Park, I wanted to practice and find a solution in a different way than he did.

Fighting.

With my chin blown off by the magical bombardment, my Buddha-like patience also ran out.

The Light in Memory said: If you call someone a thief, he will become a thief, and if you call him a saint, he will become a saint.

….Cholalarak!

“iced coffee. “It’s nice to have a body where you don’t have to worry about being caught in an explosion.”

If you call me ‘Super Regenerative Self-Destruction Mutra’, that’s what he will become.

It’s pouring out of the cloak pocket.

Mute, who held it in his arms, began to walk faster.

good. Let’s say the peaceful and gentlemanly Mute-Hyde was just killed in front of me by artillery fire.

Hmm, what did he do in the past? Huh ah. Ah-Kehaa-

『Kahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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“This guy showed his true nature!”

“Knights to the gate! Prepare for all-out war!!!”

As we closed the distance in an instant with a rather monstrous roar, we saw the confident faces of the people on the wall turning to fear.

Ah, enjoy the world.

But what should I do? If you’re so scared and the other side really gets pushed out, that’s just going to be a problem.

After briefly recalling the original purpose of coming here, I thought as I looked at the composition of the confused enemies(?). The ones that might be useful are probably those green-robed friends who boast a considerable number.

It’s about 30 steps to reach the castle wall. He threw himself at the castle wall and roared in Mute’s harsh voice.

“human!!! Hand over the legacy of Archmage Astrad!!!』

Hand it over – hand it over – hand it over –

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Even amid the countless gunfire, the harsh roar dispersed, leaving behind echoes.

At that moment, the green-robed wizards who had been working hard on their magic froze as if it were a lie.

“….Eunge.”

“How dare you… I swear by the East Wind of Su…”

The atmosphere suddenly changed and the wizards began muttering darkly with their eyes flashing.

Since ancient times, there has been no being as impulsive as a wind wizard. Even when faced with the matter of life and death, they cannot demonstrate their abilities if they do not feel like it.

Kkeeeeeeeeeek-!

“Does this kind of scum-like beast dare to aim for Goimbaram’s legacy!!!”

“I will burn your ripe body until it turns to charcoal and send the ashes all the way to the permafrost!!!” “How dare you! How dare you!!!”

“You crawl out of a dirty, damp cave and say His name!” “I %&@-!!!”

“%^#%@!!!!”

” &%@8!!”

Wow! Wow!

In an instant, the magic of the wind wizards, who were full of motivation and exploded, flew in and said,

‘Khahaha! okay! There is no way the rumored Stormy Hill is weak like this!!』

“Die! “I’m dying!!!”

“Stumble with that tongue that blasphemed the wind!!!”

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Wow!!!!

And an explosion that seemed to split heaven and earth shook the walls of the fortress city of Windhall.

….Yeah, that wind hole.

This is the small village where Professor Park stayed for a night with his group before climbing Wuthering Heights.

Rocky land adjacent to the Blue Line.

The home of the Wind Wizards, facing the Magic Empire across a mountain range, was the most important facility dedicated to the empire’s communications, and naturally it had no choice but to become the center of war between the two great empires.

In this way, the village becomes an outpost, and the outpost becomes a city. Windhole is divided with the Blue Line Mountains as a starting point, and is adjacent to the sea in the future and has a wide rocky area below. Over the course of 200 years, it was reborn from a village into a fairly large fortress city.

Originally, I was planning to either get a boat to the Teldrat area where Professor Park was located or get help from wizards, so I was planning on encountering a very cooperative and peaceful Hydro City.

Thump- Coogung!

Grumble!

Trudging. Trudging. Trudging.

『That’s pathetic.』

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu looking at this monster…!”

『You are weak. I’m infinitely weak…!』

I ended up encountering a city-attacking monster that walked out with all limbs intact in an explosion that was enough to split the castle wall.

“No… This is the place where he disappeared… Cough!”

The wizards, unable to block the impact of the explosion, staggered and raised their wands.

“There’s my family back there…!”

Soldiers holding spears and arcane shooters in place of the out-of-date wall artillery approached with shaky legs and fierce determination,

while the knights each drew their swords and fought to kill.

….dump!

The monster that walked away from the burning castle wall suddenly collapsed on the spot.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssimally at

I did he did when he first came here, raising his hands peacefully.

“Now I have to ask you if you feel like talking to me.”

It was the same thing I said the first time.

The only difference is that while earlier it was the cry of a monster that had been hit by artillery fire like a living target, this time it was the cry of a monster that had broken through the walls of Windhall on its own without a scratch.

‘Violence oh violence! There is such an easy way in the world! It’s so easy that it’s insulting to my ego as a Pathfinder! After all, strength is the best!’

It’s a simple principle. Because a guy who seems like he’s going to lose a fight tends to have a long tongue. At first, the people at Windhall who followed the manual said, ‘Ah, this isn’t normal!’ As I think about this, I naturally think of ways to avoid fighting.

“How dare you try to take advantage of Goimbaram’s legacy, and now you’re talking like a conversation-”

Of course, the windbreakers, whose heads are full of peripheral nerves instead of brains, have not changed, but

“Woof!” Whoop! Let go of this! “I’m going to kill that guy and slaughter him – woowoowoo!”

“castellan! Don’t be fooled! “If a monster touches even a single inch of his legacy, I will do everything!!”

Look. It seems that the high-ranking person who bites the magicians who lost their taste with a wave of his hand thinks a little differently.

『…Wizards are as eccentric as ever. Isn’t that so, a human leader?』

“You speak as if you know humans very well, monster.”

The person who appeared to be a nobleman, possibly the lord of the castle, seemed quite surprised that I had started the conversation first.

Now here. Even if the basic conditions are met, how do you make this abnormal and unusual situation, where a ‘mute’ and a ‘human’ face each other and make jokes, into a situation where that noble’s small brain can understand and communicate?

『I’m a human…. Hehehehe. I know. Don’t know better. For hundreds of years, I have been wandering through the human-made horrors, hating you, killing you, and seeing you in my eyes. Is there anyone who knows better than me?』

“….What?”

Simple. All you have to do is be an unusual partner to suit an unusual situation. ‘

Hated humans

for hundreds of years .’

‘Mute.’

‘Wizards, both past and present…’

To the person who is going crazy with curiosity about the unidentified monster in front of them, the information that flows naturally like this becomes a very valuable clue and is stuck in their head.

Add to that the fluent language, the hint of a being that has lived for a very long time, and the characteristic red skin –

“A red Mute from the time of the Mute race war?”

『It was called that too.』

I naturally decided it without having to say it out loud.

Unusual situation.

A legendary monster that is so unusual that it is still talked about 200 years later.

The thought of ‘How can a mute communicate-‘ changes like a flow in the same direction as ‘It might be possible with the red mute of the legend-‘.

“But the red mute… wasn’t it the form of the legendary saint professor who took on his sins for strength?”

Of course, the legend is so famous that the facts are still passed down.

Kaaaaak!

『If you say something like that one more time, I will pull out the heads of all the people here and color the castle walls with the juice squeezed out of them.』

“Kkeukkeum! “Excuse me… I think I did something.”

It’s been 200 years, so what can we do? It’s an old story from an old book, and secondly, a book published by a sad religious group that inflates its own story. I wonder if there’s anyone left in this era who can say for sure that it’s true.

‘The great saint who slaughtered the Mutes was so great that he could even control the power of the Mutes!’ It’s a ridiculous fact, but if there’s someone who strongly believes in it, they should have joined the church a long time ago. I’m not doing this here.

“then. Shall we continue talking? Peacefully and humanely.’

Well, it went through a somewhat complicated, dark, and violent process. In the end, it was just a stepping stone for conversation to cross this rough sea to the Teldrat region.

Because I was born like this, I had a lot of qualifications to be recognized as ‘someone you can talk to’ + ‘a great guy who the castle owner would think of doing favors for’.

『What I want is the trace left behind by Archmage ‘Astrad Dillon Delhast’ before he disappeared. I just want to look and check. If you say you don’t like this, I’ll assume it’s because you’re disgusted with my existence and I won’t attempt any more conversation.』

“Is it enough to just watch and appreciate it? “It’s not that I want to own it or destroy it or something else… Just tourism?”

『You humans think too much. So, even what we hear with our ears, we take it with our different heads and misinterpret it.』

“Oh my. Just because of something like that, the walls of our city suffered as much damage as mine…”

“Wooow! Don’t be fooled! He’s a monster! “Never in Astrad’s ruins- wow!”

The wizard briefly escaped the soldiers’ restraints and went on a rampage, but the castle lord’s thoughts seemed to have already turned towards me.

Well, I see you’re a little nervous, so I guess I’m going to ask you something.

“….Harbor. Recently, huge waves came and the city’s port facilities were completely destroyed. The ground has been torn away so much that we can’t even think of restoring it. “If you push away the remains of the port and restore the eroded cliffs and ground to the shape we want, I, as the lord of Windhall, will also officially give permission for the ‘Red Mute’ to tour the home of the Wind Wizard.”

『Is it a deal? You’re so arrogant.』

…Gulp!

Thick beads of sweat formed on Seongju’s forehead.

“….It is not a facility that anyone can see. Even though each of the wind wizards is the executive and lord of this city, it is impossible not to respect them. If you do not accept these terms, I will also consider you disrespectful to me and the citizens of our city and resume the battle.”

『Hmm…』

As I frowned at my already ferocious face, I felt the tension that had been fading become thicker again. The knights were preparing to retreat while protecting their lord, and the soldiers were holding the weapons in their hands as if they would break.

oh. Shit.

I was screaming for joy on the inside.

What, clearing debris from the port? Terrain construction?

With my current strength, I can treat it as a large-scale clay play.

As much as the castle lord respects the wizards, the wind wizards who stay within the protection of the city in this harsh world must also respect the castle lord’s opinions to some extent. Even if they burn me right away and kill me, if the lord of the castle officially gives permission for the tour, I should at least cry and pretend to accept it.

The thing about visiting the ruins of Astrad… was an excuse. A wizard who appears in legends like Mute, who only appears in legends. Because it is an excuse that fits the image that Seongju created for himself.

Field trips and pastimes. After the small transaction was over, I planned to talk about the ship to Teldrat with the castle lord, who had somewhat dispelled his suspicions. Basically, trading is difficult at first, but from then on it becomes an area of calculation.

‘Astrad. ‘He is the wizard of stagnant wind.’

I reunited with Astrad around the time of the rampage in the Imperial War after Lucilla’s death. Wuthering Heights was the most intense battlefield in the Imperial War, and he had to protect Felix Home.

[Mr. Hyde. We’re sorry, but Home no longer helps people like it used to. The total amount of magic has already been exceeded. Now, all it can do is maintain its form and remain as a symbol of the wind wizards.]

‘…I was very sorry.’

The 90-year-old Astrad turned down my request to lend his strength for the plan with a sad face. Even though I gave him an armful of all kinds of magic items, I repeatedly told him that he was sorry that he couldn’t be of any help.

In my busy schedule between life and death, I have never visited Wuthering Heights since that day.

However, I only heard through an old and shabby newsletter that Felix Holm disappeared about 20 years after the continent was split due to the twisting of the dragon vein.

‘He must have died. Astrad. The groove he maintained just followed in Astrad’s footsteps.’

As someone who knows Home’s flaws and inner story, it was not difficult to infer the reason why Astrad and Home disappeared together.

So, touring the ruins is just an excuse. Just an excuse to get a little too much attention.

Wow.

While I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, Seongju was holding my hand, trying hard not to tremble.

“That being said… welcome to Windhall. Old being, I hope you enjoy the city safely.”

『Okay.』

I decided to shake his hand and erase the trivial thoughts from my head.

Trivial thoughts such as whether it would have been okay to have threatened Seongju from the beginning and demanded a ship across the continent, or that there would have been no need to go around and ask for it like this.

‘I came this far, so I should at least say hello to the grave.’

I decided to just take it as a personal feeling.

It’s not that I don’t deserve that level of enjoyment.

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