177. My will 2
‘I’m sure you’ve heard of this guy before.’
Natekar Leah.
According to Kang Seung-hyeon’s memory, it is the name of a divine being often mentioned in books or people of the Azul Continent.
‘That means, unlike Kirkarashtel and Wismel, he is an unforgettable god.’
Although he is not a famous god like Ayber, if he is not completely forgotten by people, he is likely to have followers of his own.
“Why did such a guy attack Wismel-sama?”
{I don’t know that. I just barely remembered the name…}
Wismel closed her eyes and thought.
I searched through my vague memories, but I couldn’t come up with a reason to fight.
‘Come to think of it, Kirkarashtel was also a god who died and was resurrected.’
I don’t know the specific reason, but this side also seemed to have been asleep for quite a while and finally revived.
‘It looks like that guy was attacked by another god like Wismel… Did the gods go to war?’
It’s just speculation because there’s not enough data yet, but it’s highly likely at this point.
‘The manager seems like a forgotten god… so it might have something to do with it.’
Investigating what caused the gods to be forgotten will reveal its true purpose.
‘Apart from going back home, I have to feed that bastard.’
– Give back as much as you received and attach interest.
Kang Seung-hyun recalled ‘Yamae Healer Survival Philosophy No. 8’.
While pledging to retaliate against the manager no matter what.
‘To do that, I’ll have to meet a bastard named Nateka Leah.’
Why did the gods disappear and become forgotten?
Why the Administrator gathers the Will of the Forgotten Gods.
The cause of a divine being’s attack on another divine being.
‘Because he knows what happened in the past as he is a party to this case.’
If these three keywords are related to each other, you should start by finding out why Natekar Rua attacked Wismel.
After organizing all his thoughts, Kang Seung-hyun opened his mouth.
“thank you. I got a lot of information thanks to Wismel.”
{I’m glad it helped.}
Wismel smiled softly.
Even though he borrowed the body of a doll far from living things, he was more affectionate than anyone else.
{Is there anything else you want to ask?}
“This is enough.”
The most important keywords were obtained.
There is nothing to be gained by asking more here, and you may have to pay a new price.
{Okay.}
Exactly!
thru.
Wismel snapped his fingers again, and the protective barrier around him disappeared without a trace.
“Are you done?”
“What did the two of you talk about like that?”
As the barrier disappeared, the voices of the two people outside were heard. Kang Seung-hyeon had a very curious face, maybe it was because he was talking with the protective shield open.
“It’s a story like this. We talked a lot.”
“Are you not telling me?”
“It’s a secret between the two of you.”
Of course, Seunghyun Kang didn’t tell me to die of curiosity.
“By the way, are you finished collecting the bodies?”
“Ah yes… it’s all over.”
Rebecca looked down.
The corpse of Pengril, covered in white cloth, was laid flat.
“What are you going to do now?”
“The funeral will be held quietly.”
Pengrill is a villain who sacrificed countless people.
Originally, burning the corpse would not be enough, but since the soul was torn to pieces and destroyed, they decided to take care of the empty shell.
“I will make a grave for you, but I won’t write your name on the tombstone. It is a family tradition not to leave names of criminals.”
“okay.”
Pengrill, who was obsessed with Wismel, who had been erased from history, faced the end of having his name erased.
“There is a word that is just right for a time like this. That’s right…”
“Retribution.”
“ah! I was going to tell you!”
“By the way…”
Kang Seung-hyeon looked around, ignoring Kim Ho-jung, who felt unfair.
“There really is no mess.”
Wismel, who was being controlled, ran amok, and the walls and floor were all crushed.
Patter.
Originally, there were puppeteers at Spencer’s workshop who were preparing for the ceremony as well as pen grills on the lowest floor of the studio, but they were swept away by the flashing wave and were massacred without leaving a body.
‘The good thing is that I was taking medicine because of the pen grill, so I went without pain?’
is this good or bad
Kang Seung-hyun drank stamina.
{Many children lost their lives because of me.}
Wismel looked around with a bitter face.
It would be unbearably painful for her who loves Tracotti.
“Can’t you save Harvey?”
Kim Ho-jeong looked at the smashed Harvey Golem.
All of his arms have been severed and he can’t move, but the power itself isn’t broken, so the soul contained inside will remain intact.
“I can take out the soul somehow… but there is no vessel to contain the soul.”
Harvey’s body is already dead.
Even if you return the soul and attach the severed arm, it cannot be saved.
“Because I’m not a healer necromancer.”
“Huh true. Then would it be better to let them live as golems?”
“well. It would take a skilled puppeteer to repair a golem this big, but now all the tracotti puppeteers are dead.”
In the end, death doesn’t change the outcome.
“The fact that old Harvey is dead… means that everyone else is dead too.”
Rebecca sat down on the floor with a depressed face.
Now, the only ones left in Tracotti are the drug-stricken followers of the Church of Wismel and the three Jiggs Kang Seung-hyun and his party.
“My colleagues and Masen unnie…”
The rest of the dolls at the doll workshop, the Adventurer Guild staff, and the adventurers belonging there. All other residents of Trakoti lost their lives.
That too, to the terrible finale, where the soul is plucked out and offered as a sacrifice, and the body is abandoned and left to die slowly.
“The Balik couple and Rudy must have died too. Those guys knew that Mr. Kang saved Camar, so
they probably ignored the Church of Wismel…”
“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have brought the three of you.”
Kim Ho-jeong sighed deeply.
It was only for a moment, but it felt heavy to know that the person I was traveling with had died.
“If only I had been a little better… If only I had escaped from the basement a little faster…”
Rebecca cried, blaming herself for her inadequacies.
Obviously, all the causes were Pengrill, who led this incident, but Rebecca thought there was a problem with herself that she couldn’t stop even though she could have prevented it.
{Don’t cry, kid.}
Wismel gently comforted Rebecca.
{You did the best you could. That’s enough.}
“But…”
{Leave it to me from now on.}
“Leave it to Wismel-sama…?”
After that, Wismel walked to the center of the workshop.
He looked around, closed his eyes, and said.
{Did you forget?}
As Wismel uttered a short incantation, waves of soft light spread around her body.
{I am Tracotti’s guardian.}
Faaaa!
Then, the bodies of the puppeteers who disappeared as dust were recreated, and
Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
The departed soul began to return to the body.
“This one!”
“The dead… are coming back to life!”
“It’s a lion’s life.”
Reviving the dead. Bringing the dead back to life.
It is one of the three taboos of human beings and an unknown achievement that no human being has been able to achieve perfectly.
“It’s a miracle that only God can do.”
Wismel released a wave of resuscitation, reviving the dead caught up in this fight.
“Then what about the others?”
“Even if they don’t wake up right away, they’ll be reviving one by one.”
“Oh look over there!”
In fact, when I looked at the Harvey Golem, I could see Harvey’s spirit trapped inside coming out.
“Thank God, really… Thank God…”
A miracle literally happened.
Rebecca wiped away her tears and stood up.
“Thank you, Wismel-sama…”
Rebecca, who was about to approach Wismel, shut her mouth for a moment.
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-.
To be precise, it was because the numerous souls inside the doll were coming out of her body.
“Wizmel-nim! no way!”
“Sensei Gagang… what happened?”
Kim Ho-jung asked with a puzzled face.
“That’s because the current Wismel-nim was made with the souls of Tracotti people. Since the dead have been brought back to life, the souls must be returning to their places.”
“Then what about Wismel?”
“It has lost its will and will soon perish.”
“what?”
Unlike the two people who were shocked, Kang Seung-hyun was not surprised because he expected this situation.
“He cares for Tracotti more than anyone else, but there’s no way he can just leave the situation alone.”
Just as he sacrificed himself hundreds of years ago to save Tracotti.
Wismel sacrificed himself for Tracotti again.
“Wee Wismel… We’ve only just met, and we haven’t even had a proper conversation yet…”
Rebecca sobbed as she approached Wismel.
But I couldn’t stop her.
‘Because Wismel has to disappear in order to revive the dead Tracotti people.’
As long as Wismel was made up of Tracotti people’s souls, her extinction was a pre-determined ending.
{Don’t cry, child. I’m just… putting everything back in place.}
Wismel calmed Rebecca without losing her smile even as she let go of the spirit that dwelled in her body.
“Then, if we keep remembering Wismel… you can come back, right? Yes? I will create a proper church on behalf of my brother! So…”
“It will be difficult.”
However, Kang Seung-hyun, who was listening to the story, shook his head.
“Although God can bring the dead back to life, it is not easy. It consumes an enormous amount of divine power.”
It’s because even Kirkarashtel didn’t have enough divine power right now, so he incompletely revived the dead Ail in a zombie state.
“Perhaps Wismel-sama is using all of her powers to resurrect the Tracotti people.”
Until now, he had scattered all his power to protect Tracotti and assimilated with the forest, but this time he exchanged that power for the lives of Tracotti people.
“If that’s the case…”
“After the will, the strength and the power of the gods have been extinguished, so now you can’t be resurrected again.”
