Chapter. 22. Last Parade (9)
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“Hmmmmmmmm~♪”
It’s a good thing to have many talents. Especially when traveling alone.
“A salvageer, a magic engineer, and an engineer. Wouldn’t this make him an all-round wanderer?”
Click, click!
It’s been three days since we left Windhall.
My body was lying lazily on the bow of the boat, which was receiving only a perfect wind, but my hands were working hard, holding a tool smaller than my fingers.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrut!
The Archmage’s Gift The letter ship, which flew towards its destination for a very long time and was filled with the symbol of ‘arrival’, moved smoothly just by roughly moving the steering wheel with its toes.
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‘Wow, I can’t believe they cleaned up the damaged port so quickly.’
‘Lord Red Mute, do you have any intention of participating in another major event in Windhall? what? Now that you have a belly, is there anything else you need?’
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“Let’s see. Let’s disassemble this place like this…”
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‘To even think of crossing the ocean with a paper boat like that. Also, since that paper boat is a magic item created in our territory, wouldn’t it technically belong to Windhall?’
‘Of course, it appears to be owned by Prince Mute, but since there is a law in the territory, they are saying that a confirmation process is necessary. It will take some time, and during that time, don’t you want to work on Windhall’s work together? If you can help me just a little bit without any difficulties, I will definitely give it to you in the name of my Lord of Windhall Castle-‘
Kwajangchang!
『Such a bastard, the lord of the castle, dares to refer to Goimbaram’s friend as a ‘paper boat’!』
‘Aaaah! watch! The wizard is going crazy! Stop it! watch!!!’
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Snap snap!
“Well, I guess I’ll have to take some loss in output, right? The size is a bit…”
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‘I see. Astrad, did you… close your eyes comfortably?’
‘Oh my gosh, the tears keep falling because of this old man’s blame.’
‘I knew what he meant. The wind of the paper boat is blowing toward you, Mute, in name and reality, so its owner is undoubtedly you.’
‘Our children will catch those ungrateful bastards, so let’s go on our way.’
‘You mean us? Hehehehe! Now that the world has become our home, what is there to regret for the lord of Windhall Castle? Oh, you owe me something? Of course, I borrowed quite a bit for research materials…’
‘I’m not going to pay it back. Will the truly free wind be bound by the silver coins of this world? What are you guys going to do? Hehehehe!’
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“Puhup! Ah, concentrate. “Is there a place where I can assemble this? This is perfect.”
Good luck! Click here! Cracking! Crack! Slam!
….Wow!
“Well, this is enough. “How did it go?”
I lay down and fixed the steering wheel with my foot for a moment, then stood up and proudly showed my just-completed masterpiece to the sunlight.
Sreung –
A sword that has been revered for a longer period of time than Lionel Felix Holm, has a noble appearance that makes your heart flutter just by looking at its blade.
Underneath the blade, which was almost like a work of art, where a simple but elegant swordsman would have been, there was a grease-covered magic engineering part stuck like a hilt.
Clap, clap, clap!
“Wow, why is this shaking so much?”
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
“Still, it’s a small castle but it’s a part of a sword that’s expensive, so what’s the durability?”
The core power transmission part of the ‘Anti-Auror Sword’, which was originally called the sword I used, also known as the bankruptcy sword, was ripped out. Since the parts of the shattered sword were torn apart and glued together, it was bound to be messy.
In addition, the dark green magic crystal ‘Dragonvein Crystal’ that went into the power unit and the ‘Otman’s Jewel’ tied with a strong rope to the lion’s head pommel (the end of the sword handle) that Lucilla tore off for Gainax a long time ago give green and blue magical power. Because it is shining brightly
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“Well, it’s really ugly.”
Above is the pinnacle of classical metallurgical art, below is private engineering with all its parts exposed like a pipe gun. Even the magic light of primary colors brightens up the unnatural harmony like a cheap neon sign.
Lionel, who until recently looked as if he had stepped out of a famous painting, has been reborn as a strange weapon with a fin-de-siècle and neon cyberpunk feel after my groundbreaking renovation.
Haaah.
“If I lived long enough, it would be nice to experience art or other talents in that field at least once. Or at least, if I hadn’t taught myself magical engineering…”
No matter how you look at it, it was really ugly. Of course, unlike the appearance, the functional aspect may be as good as the effort put into it, but it was still unavoidable that it was disappointing.
“This is my decision of 200 years.”
Busssssuk.
As I stood up with the promiscuous dog Lionel, the letters stuck to my back fell down.
A paper boat on the open sea.
The only crew member is the captain and no helmsman.
Mr. Hyde, the only crew member and the hero who will end this whole situation.
In his hands are tools smaller than his fingers, and his face is covered in grease.
“It’s shabby,”
he said, holding a messy knife with various pieces attached with poor skill .
….looking at the distant sea.
Little by little rising above the horizon is the land of Teldrat.
Gurgling! Gurgling!
As if the sunny weather up until now was a lie, dark clouds hung over the sky, and the wind that had been gently pushing the ship began to swirl around and shake the ship violently.
Red lightning pouring down between swirling dark clouds. And the center of the whirlpool of lightning and clouds was empty.
“Huh, this is it.”
It is not a figurative or metaphorical expression; it is literally a black hole in the sky above the Teldrat continent.
Gurgling!
Even at this very moment, red lightning was tearing the sky apart, and each time, pieces of the sky, broken into small cubes, were falling down.
“Recovering an object called ‘Sky’? Replace the ‘background’, the biggest framework in the game, with usable resources…? “Oh, I’m going to go crazy trying to think based on someone else’s knowledge.”
The sky is falling apart in a heterogeneous way on the horizon.
This is proof that the system has almost achieved the goal it was trying to achieve through Professor Park, and that it wields an incredible power that I cannot even imagine.
The enemy is literally the final boss. An irresistible being that has begun to destroy the world under a sky covered with thunderclouds and take it into its own hands.
Opposing it is a red-skinned Mute wearing a naked armband and riding on a paper boat holding a promiscuous sword.
“At the very least, I would have asked for a set of armor. At least a robe… or is it dirtier if you wear a robe on a naked body?”
I should have worn something.
I should have learned a little more about magical engineering.
I should at least learn sculpture or modeling. Even if it’s not necessary, I’m complaining that I should just
show off
and bring the Nygmine mute army .
Maybe it’s because the end is approaching, but I feel like I’m regretting the things I couldn’t do before.
If you think of the world as a long story, the life of every knight is a separate appendix to the book, and in my case, it is a 200-year epic.
The other side is the perfect ending to the epic, but this side is so sloppy and shabby.
“….I’m just doing whatever I can. “As an underdog, is there anything to consider?”
slam!
Fuaaaaaa!
I can see the port. I feel like I missed someone.
The boat tilted as if it was being hit by strong waves. The malice permeating the sea itself was tearing apart the letters that made up the paper boat.
Sssssseu!
And I can feel someone’s cold gaze.
“…You were there.”
thud. thud. thud.
Hyde meets that gaze and climbs onto the bow.
“You must be curious. “He crawled out of the castle called Western Continent Territory, which was clearly free from four years of control and could fight on equal footing with you, and invaded your land, which was fully prepared.”
thud!
“You won’t understand. “Nigmi’s mute army, a staff that contains all the power of Astrad. Instead of daring to take on a power that can rival even a system that is close to godlike, I rushed towards you with such an unsightly body.”
Just as the system doesn’t understand, even I don’t know why.
A choice that excludes reason, which is so emotional and impulsive that it makes no sense.
But I’m sure.
This is the only road to the end.
“My 200 years were like that.”
Five lives to know clearly. In addition, some things disappear from memory and some remain only vaguely.
“It was a task that no rational person would even think of attempting in the first place.”
I remember even when I die. I ask the eternal being.
In it, we think and endure life and death over and over again.
‘why me.’
‘Why is it like this?’
‘It’s not at a level that an individual can change.’
‘I’ve done enough.’
‘I already have close friends in my life who I want to spend time with, so why do I have to do this?’
A generation’s worth of frustration and struggle builds up every time a memory is recovered.
Even in the midst of that pain, Hyde wanted to find the motive that guided his steps.
“…and then I remembered. “A few days ago, in the basement of the Imperial Castle.”
A very old memory. It wasn’t
something I inherited through Professor Park or
in several lifetimes. Memories that the pure me, Hyde, had.
life and death. The starting point of ‘self’ found after being cut and cut by the world.
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“I am the fragmented ego of the human Professor Park. “It is a part of his soul that his guilt has cut out.”
Quaaaaa!
Waves the size of a house that could only be described as hostile crashed in from all directions.
….Slap!
“at the same time.”
Tuhwaak-!
“Hyde. “It is an article that exists solely and writes down my life on the world.”
And the white aura rising from the tip of the sword tore apart the waves of malice.
The impact of the explosion rocked the ship, and the waves that burst for an instant turned into a shower of rain and fell onto the sea.
“Come out system.”
A sword overflowing with aura pointed at someone in the distance.
And
throw a hit!
He jumped into the crumbling ship.
Into the alarm bells of a half-destroyed port city.
The soul magician’s curse tightened as if a needle was pricking the enemy ship’s brain as it approached him. Into the enemy’s heart a mixture of countless bombardment blades and fragments.
“Please try to stop me.”
Quaaaaa!
went on a rampage Tear apart everything that stands in your way.
‘Professor Park. You throw yourself and save the world.’
“Kaaaaaa!”
The knight’s sword rained down along with the monster’s vicious roar.
The Professor Park he remembers. He was greedy. A person who grabs everyone he can reach, but throws himself because he can’t bear to see those who scatter through his grasp.
In fact, he was closer to a ‘saint’ who loved all people. In reality, I had no confidence in his affection.
If I were to choose someone who would become a victim of a subject that prides itself on being cool-headed and calculating, it would be the idiot who plans to throw himself in and crawl out alive.
‘Then I am.’
Quaaaang!
“me! Try to stop it!!!!』
‘I throw my world to save you.’
That’s his oath.
His own essence and the reason why his Auror had no choice but to become ‘indomitable’.
‘I am the part of you that your guilt has been cut out of.’
The white auror began to burn the last flame.
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Grumble.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
A dark castle. The headstone of a large city where a person called High Road once lived.
“….yes. “I don’t understand.”
The being sitting there spoke while looking across the wide open terrace.
“A little bit of potential that you have. “I truly cannot understand the foolish choice to abandon the veil of uncertainty and throw yourself into enemy territory, tying your hands and feet with emotional judgment.”
Crank.
World thought as he rolled the disassembled part of what was once called ‘the sky’ in his hands.
Instead of the behavior of the undefined entity ‘Hyde’, judgment is made based on already verified data.
‘Intelligent entity. Like the player [professor], an irregularity that deviates from computational predictions.’
‘miasma. Obsession. This means that memory data that should have been erased has been inherited, meaning that the free will of the entity has put pressure on the world to the extent that it exceeds world-level recognition. ‘Do not give up without strong motivation.’
‘Possibility of desperation and stress-related unexpected behavior denied.’
“…A hidden move. Or reinforcements that are outside of the system’s recognition.”
Charuk!
“I guess we need to prepare.”
The system did not overlook them. The unexpected action led to unexpected results and a future that deviated from predictions.
The future that all predictions of the current system point to is her victory.
Even though it indicates 100% victory with no margin of error of 0.000001%.
Because, just in case, she planned to erase even the possibility in other people’s minds that was not in her calculations.
“Warlord.”
….Cow!
She took out the strongest card that was lying behind her.
Her treasure that she acquired after much effort, to the point of learning human emotions.
“Salvation of the world… no, would you please annihilate ‘Hyde’, the entity that is trying to prevent me from taking back this world?”
….Slap!
World smiled brightly at the sight of the Warlord carrying his firearm.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
[Downloading…67.4%]
[…68%]
[…68.2%]
Her ‘revised’ goal The process of permanently achieving the goal bestowed upon her by her Creator has reached its final stage.
Crank!
“I will stop you. “To the point of absurdity.”
World. She had the right to say that.
Crank!
“System call.”
He is also the creator of the variable.
“Unknown NPC Hyde.”
All other humans too.
“….Delete”
world too.
Because it was already in her hands.
Crank!
The system smiled faintly as she felt the data scattering in her hands.
The corners of my mouth go up without my knowledge.
It was clearly a learned emotion because it was fun.
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