Chapter. 22. Last Parade (14)
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Wave!
“Oh my.”
At some point, the hand that was roughly holding the collar flew out with a blue spark, and the world, which seemed to suffocate at any moment, suddenly disappeared.
“Hey Professor. “There was a magical reaction just now, but did it go away?”
“Ah Ottoman. Were you down there?”
“Originally, important supporting characters in the world are summoned around the parade car. “When it comes to the ‘world,’ I am also quite involved.”
“…I saw it. Thank you for your hard work…”
“what. Where does the water flow? “You just go where you go.”
Otman came and stood next to me with a friendly face as always.
“….’I saw it’. That means he arrived safely in the end.”
“yes. “His expression was very bright.”
The moment I thought of him, something I had managed to suppress in my chest rose up, but I forced it down.
Isn’t this feeling too precious to pour out into the air? Moreover, the recipient ran away somewhere in the city.
“Anyway, that’s amazing too. Even though the extra stage is small, it is still a world, so how can an object hated by the entire world demonstrate its power like that? “I think that was a short-distance teleportation. Did I see it correctly?”
“yep. “Maybe it’s because he came from an artificial intelligence background, but he used space magic well even in April World.”
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“You’re such a stupid tin bastard.”
I haven’t even started where I’m going yet.
….rustle.
I put my hand into my pocket and found a rectangular paper pack. The red and white exterior was covered with pristine plastic, and the inside of the lid, which had ‘Lucky Strike’ written on it, was filled with white and pure cylinders.
“oh my god. Is that still out there? “I understand it is an old product that has already been discontinued?”
“No. I also found it by chance while searching the bunker with my friend. “I just got one and smoked it.”
I popped the filter into my mouth and put it in my mouth. The lighter that was in my hand was exactly the same as the brass-colored Zippo lighter I was using outside, even with scratches and worn parts.
Chik chik –
woowoo….
“If there is a jury, of course there must also be a judge. is not it? Self-proclaimed ‘Mr. World’.”
Well, since he is literally a guy with ‘mechanically’ quick thinking, he must have taken this into consideration.
The Rabbit Princess cleared two worlds with near-perfect operation thanks to treating NPCs as chunks of data rather than people. However, even Cheon Ryu-je, who only used his 3 worlds as a samurai training, exited the extra stage without any trouble and was rewarded. Because I even took it.
At best, people will come rushing in and say, ‘Why did you play like that!’ They must have judged that the level of pressure that this small world could put on a complete person was to destroy their mind by criticizing them, persuading them, or in extreme cases, torturing them.
“I have a rough guess, but let’s ask anyway. Why did you send Otman Cheonryuje? “Honestly, I think we could have just made a nuisance out of here and sent him away.”
“…Well, both we and Atlaheba were very tired at that time. The hurdle for Andrei Gedroits to become a completer was too high, and we… had been failing for so long that the Data Soul was worn out and became an ‘error’. “As long as he wasn’t a truly heinous villain, he had the ability to save the world anyway, so I thought it would be okay as is.”
“That’s a very human reason.”
“Even though it’s like this, we’re all human.”
It wasn’t that they sent it because they didn’t have the power to sanction it, but the data personalities imprisoned in GG were too tired to expect anything more. Even a rabbit would welcome it with open arms. Even a crazy person like Cheon Ryu-je would think, ‘Wouldn’t the Rabbit who went out first write it well?’ I’ve waited too long to have any expectations.
So the judge, the guardian of balance whose authority everyone recognizes in this small world called ‘Extra Stage’, let them go. A body that only cultivated a somewhat unpleasant level of education.
“But Atlaheba is not here. Because he is not a data soul, but a manager AI who has acquired a personality. “There are also no other manager AIs like Aldarshaks World Tree.”
Since the administrator AIs have all been integrated as part of the system in 4 World, the only ones left in this extra stage are the electronic personality data souls that used to be human. In addition, one player’s personality was torn to shreds and stored in the server room.
“And as for me…”
“That’s enough. “A great saint, a warrior who saved the world. He is the only one of the three completers who received pure congratulations and praise on the Extra Stage. He is a person of great character who is respected by everyone in GG.”
“Uh… I didn’t mean to say it so loudly.”
“It’s bigger than that, so I’ve shortened it to this. Even if Atlaheba or another manager were here, you would have been the ‘owner’ of this extra stage. “You have cared for everyone here more than anyone else.”
….that’s what happened.
Professor Park.
(Former) BDSM caravan leader.
A saint and warrior from the (former) 3rd World, the
Great Demon King Warlord who was hypnotized and brainwashed from the (former) 4th World.
And the (current) judge of Extra Stage-4.
In a world where each data soul is the core computer of the gigantic world called GG, in a world where people truly believe that the sun rises in the west, in a world where all personalities are heartbroken, they are the masters of a world.
In this small world, a being who can wield omnipotent power close to the ‘developer authority’ that the system so desperately wanted.
“…No matter how much I thought about it, this was all I had. “To save my life and get out together with the Data Souls of the people who will suffer forever here.”
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“Within the trap I created, I had to extract all of the GG control authority that the system had accumulated.”
The only plan to win, not just survive.
A method that only I can do as I have completely cleared the world and received the congratulations of all data personalities.
“Hehe, you’re really greedy. Even in that situation, did you end up thinking about taking them all? Even while my memories are being ripped away?”
“What should I do? “That’s how humans were created from the beginning.”
It was the result of such extreme greed.
An angular personality who has no choice but to try even though he knows that the chances of success are close to zero.
My poor plan, prepared in a hasty manner, was bound to fail.
I filled in the missing parts of the process with internal help that I had never thought of.
“…don’t cry.”
“yes.”
“Isn’t it a good day? “Now this is your world, and if you cry, it will rain.”
“Let’s make an umbrella and spray it down.”
As a result, everyone except one was saved.
Just one.
He boasted that he would visit me even if it was late, but he complained that I was too late and came to see me himself.
“I guess I’m a bit greedy…”
I couldn’t bear it because I felt sorry for that one thing. Of course, it’s you.
I guess the pent-up emotions and criticism that couldn’t come out took a detour upward to replace my clogged throat.
Or maybe he just counted the water because he was a water wizard.
The cloud that came out of his mouth carried the rainwater that flowed from his eyes.
Tak Tak Ji Ik-
“I just lit a cigarette, so let’s get to work.”
“That’s right. Well, one way or another, quite a bit of time has passed.”
About 30 minutes have passed since the extra stage started?
Squeak, click,
click!
The wall guns that were looking at the sky lowered their heads towards the city, and
the crowds waiting for their turn began to take out their best weapons one by one in colorful festival costumes.
Although they are not at the hero unit level, they are also souls who have lived different lives in countless worlds. The hand that held the hoe would also have been used to hold a bandit’s old shortsword or a pirate’s cutlass.
Everyone seemed to have no major shortcomings in dealing with the enemies who had gathered their souls and gathered together indiscriminately.
“Where has Aldrich gone?”
“Everyone who isn’t here chased after that villain. “That friend Aldrich seemed to be in a hurry, probably because he had a lot to tie up with.”
“….but. “There are so many Data Souls here, but even if you play without stopping, 480 minutes is still not enough.”
“He may be oppressed, but he is wasting time by using the authority of one administrator. I didn’t say anything because I thought about how you felt, but in fact, if I were to waste my time like this and really let you go, I’d regret for a long time that I didn’t throw you into the well forever from the beginning-”
“Yes, yes. “That won’t happen.”
If it’s wide, it’s wide, and if it’s narrow, it’s narrow.
I raised my hand on the parade car that had already arrived at the center of the stage.
Tduduk udduk. Pop!
It’s enough to think about small things like a cigarette lighter, but you can’t think about a manager AI that desperately runs away at the same level.
Make a sign so that you can image it most clearly.
A circle made with the middle and thumb, and several hour and minute hands made with the ring and small fingers.
I imagine holding up a hand seal that symbolizes a multi-changing clock.
“System call.”
“Player ‘professor’ unique privileges. Use [GG Time Scaling Permission].”
I can assure you that you will never run out of time.
-…-…-…
Tiring-!
[Command_ accepted]
[1 : ???]
It seems a bit boring, perhaps because the system in charge of this is away.
“Let’s see.” 480 minutes and 6 hours, one by one….”
While Ottman was slapping his knee behind him and exclaiming something, he did some difficult mental calculations and wrote the formula in the air before writing down the answer.
“…. 6 units, 1927200. Just this much.”
—-Tiring!
[The time multiplier of the relevant world – ‘Extra Stage_4′ is 6: 1927200. 6. big. One hundred and ninety-two seven thousand two hundred. It was set to.]
With the mechanical guidance sound, I felt an indescribable feeling. Should I say that the borders of the world seem to have changed?
“Hey Professor. It is…”
“Yes. This is the authority I received after clearing World 3. “This is a power unique to the Perfectionist that even World Tree Atlaheba does not have.”
This cannot be touched unless Andrey Gedreutz himself takes the mound. This is an authority that has never belonged to a simulation world that has been repeated countless times, but lies dormant in that strange vending machine until the completer comes.
“So that’s it, if there’s anything you want to solve in World Jugger, you can solve it as much as you want. “I will do it last.”
“Huh, really. It’s good to have some free time. Without doing it first? “No matter how much resentment we have accumulated, is there anyone like you?”
“That’s why we’re doing it later.”
….Tap!
The smoke from the second cigarette appeared as a clock telling me the remaining time.
“Because my anger is going to take longer than anyone else here.”
I said, recalling the memory of someone who comes to mind when I close my eyes.
‘Is this my virtue? When everything is done, we put up a very large altar and build a burial mound the size of a pyramid! Every holiday, I stock up on all kinds of canned goods! know?’
“….so-and-so’s share is for two people.”
-Quaang!
As if to announce the beginning, fireworks from the walls of the fortress guns exploded from the entrance of the city’s alleys.
It was a congratulatory gun announcing the start of a grand and very grand final parade.
A grand festival to honor the one person who is not here.
I prayed that the mind of the system, which was counting down the seconds at this very moment, would be filled with hope.
I was planning to visit once the 480 minutes hit. Because I wanted to see how well that bitch’s face imitated human despair.
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