Except for me.
“Fuhu, well then. Author. It’s been fun.”
Narak
said goodbye to me.
-Kikikick!
At
the same time, the monster god of the end who was looking down at me from the sky laughed like a child and slashed his index finger
.
How
?
”
For the first time, Narak’s face showed a look of bewilderment.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
At that time, the corpses of billions of people who had been crushed by the monster god turned into black letters and disappeared.
Yes.
This is Earth, but in fact it is not the real Earth.
It is a fake earth I elaborately created based on the draft I wrote in the past as a young man with a brilliant talent full of madness, and the [I’m taking a break for personal reasons] manuscript where I wrote about what I’ve been through now as an adult.
“False creation of the world.” I said to Narak, who was shocked and
twirled
the golden pen in my hand.
I hope you enjoy my last work.
happy ending? (3)
“Hmm~?”
Narak’s face, which looked flustered at first, regained
his composure like a lie.
Narak looks back at the elaborately crafted fake earth of My World.
“But even so, it’s a subculture that doesn’t even reach the feet of the Creator.”
Coo-gu-gu-gu-gu!
The world shook.
Blah
! Blah!
At the same time, the sky cracked like broken glass, revealing the true nature of the god of destruction born from Hell. If I were an ant, my
opponent was a primeval dinosaur dozens of times larger than a human. He
looked down at me with widened eyes, “Do you think you can just keep us tied up in a fake world like this?
”
“You tie it up?”
I scratched my head in confusion
.
“Ha ha?”
At the same time Narak made an expression of astonishment.
-Gwaaaaaaa! The monster of destruction let out an angry roar and struck down his fist.
Clap creak creak
. ”
Boom!
The earth screamed miserably.
A
huge
pit that seemed to be several kilometers deep was dug, and a cloud of dust rose from the impact and covered the sky black. Enough to wipe out an entire country with a careless blow. But even that would not be 1/100 of the power of the god of destruction. The only god and Korea were shattered as if a huge meteorite had crashed. “Oh, writer
~
Are
you
okay
?
”
-Keuk kuk!
On top of the scorched ruins, the demons of destruction and hell were ugly.
It was me who was always so upset… … .]
“No, that’s not it.”
I corrected this development.
Swish, sniff, snip.
The
pen moved again as if dancing on the blank sheet of paper. Then, as if turning back time
, the ruins that had been devastated returned to their
original state, as if that had never happened
.
clap clap.
I, who had carved everything on top of the monster’s fist, flinched and waved.
The monster’s face was terribly distorted, and he hit me with the palm of his hand like a mosquito.
But the consequences of that action were dire.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
His fist, hit by the ghost god, was crumbled like a heap of ashes.
– Aaaaaang!
The monster’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear, and he screamed as he clutched at the wound on his shattered arm. Black tears poured from his eyes like heavy rain, as if he was in real pain.
“Oh, that’s it?”
I avoided the attack with Bongsik’s space movement skill and watched the scene in the air. All things changed the structure of the monster’s arm into a fragile nature. “Okay, with this momentum.
”
I tried to carve the body of the ghost god again while holding up the world. Because of his size, there was plenty of space to write.
– Stop.
rattle!
At that moment, Narak’s voice penetrated my ears and my body suddenly stopped like a stone statue.
It didn’t just stop moving, it stopped in every sense.
The blood flowing through the veins, breathing, and even the beating of the heart are everything.
If I had been a normal human instead of a god, this alone would have killed me instantly.
This is definitely Mina noona’s skill, or rather, an ability that far transcends that.
“What are you so surprised about? I am the one who shared my abilities with my sacrifices. How is my commandment, the originator?”
Narak looked up at me from the ground and pointed at me.
“But it’s not just Seong Mi-na that I’ve lent my abilities to.”
Narak raised his hand toward me, who had stopped in mid-air.
Kurung! Kurleung!
Thunder echoed from her fingertips, and a red thunderbolt dwelled.
She has the same ability as my disciple Seong Mi-ri, who is called the Thunder Emperor, but her power and size are not even comparable to her.
“Goodbye, writer.” Shik
.
With Narak’s lips torn to the bottom of his ears, heavy rain made of lightning poured down from the ground toward the sky. I, unable to even move my lips, was
swept away by Narak’s thunderbolt.
Pass!
In an instant, my body turned to ashes and disappeared
.
He ran his hand through his disheveled hair.
And she waited
“Why doesn’t it go out yet?” After a long time
, there was no change
, and Narak muttered with a puzzled expression. Despite
my death, this fake world was still maintained. Suddenly
!
Also,
it was not very different from that. The elements in the world gathered as if they had
a will of their own, and then began to merge
again into the shape of the one god that disappeared in the thunderbolt of the abyss. Its appearance and spirit were the same as that of the one god that disappeared to the dust. But is it
really
the
only
god
?
I picked up all the things I was scribbling on by myself.
“What the heck… … What is that ability?”
Narak glared at me beyond amazement with eyes mixed with fear, as if looking at an incomprehensible being.
“Well, what is it?”
I can’t explain how this works.
However, I wondered if this was possible because the world I created was made up of the typefaces I filled in the blanks, that is, my manuscripts.
This is because the artist is an omnipotent being in the works created by the artist.
Of course, even so, that omnipotence cannot be abused.
In slang terms, if the development is arbitrary like that, the probability will be messed up and the work will be ruined.
It’s like the gods are tied to the law of causality.
That’s why I can’t get rid of them all at once.
The monster’s arm, whose arm had been blown off, had been regenerated before I knew it. Narak, too, had lost his initially relaxed attitude and was glaring at me with wary eyes.
“That’s quite right, sir. But that doesn’t change anything. Just as an ant cannot move a mountain no matter how hard it struggles. How long do you think you can confine us to this world with just that much divine power? At most, one year in human time?”
Narak might have been right.
I succeeded in bringing them into my world, but the difference between them and my divine power is still the difference between heaven and
earth
.
That is, until I secured the probability of screwing them up.
Let’s go!
Papers began to dance around me.
Drafts of messy fonts written in pencil.
This is a novel I wrote when I was young.
Why did I bother to secure this.
“강림해라 심연을 꿰뚫는 사신.”
[모험가 존 리는 아마존에서 고대의 신전을 발견한다. 신전의 석관에 놓인 것은 고대의 시체가 아니라 녹슬 대로 녹슨 고대의 낫이었다.
바로 자신이 원망하는 상대를 상상하는 것만으로 죽일 수 있는 사신의 저주를 품은 고대의 신기.
그러나 그 신기를 사용하려면 치러야 할 대가는 끔찍하기 짝이 없었으니.]
푸우욱!
살과 뼈를 꿰뚫는 끔찍한 소음과 함께 거대한 핏빛 낫이 괴신의 가슴을 뚫고 나왔다.
-끄아아아악!
끔찍한 비명과 함께 오수처럼 탁한 피가 나이아가라폭포처럼 쏟아졌다.
괴신이 발버둥 치며 몸에 꽂힌 낫을 뽑으려 했지만 그것은 마치 실체가 없는 듯 괴신의 손을 그대로 통과해 버렸다.
그렇다.
심연을 꿰뚫는 사신의 낫은 생명이 다할 때까지 뽑히지 않는다.
“끄윽 끅! 너 너…… 이게 대체…….”
It wasn’t just the monster god that the god of death’s scythe pierced. Narak, pierced by the scythe, glared at me ferociously, vomiting blood.
But this was just the beginning.
“Advent, a mocking hourglass.”
[Richard, the rich man, is an old man who has only a few days left to live. One day, an antique-looking mage appears to him. He offers to lend a magic tool that restores youth in exchange for half
of
Richard’s property. Richard, who wanted to avoid
death immediately, accepts the offer and regains his youth. An hourglass appeared with old man Richard’s head stuck
in
.
Kick
! Aww!
Then, the steel-like skin that covered the monster’s body began to wither like an old tree.
A playful hourglass accelerates the passage of time.
right up until the end of old age.
“A worm that gnaws at the soul, tentacles of eons wandering through the universe.
”
Kirik Kyririk
!
The entire body of the ghost god and Narak is covered with tentacles made of bugs and suckers, of which only the mouth exists.
But I didn’t stop, summoning and summoning again.
“A snake that devours itself.”
It was based on the first draft I wrote when I was young.
It was like that.
The genre of this was Cosmic Horror. A genre that
expressed fear of a transcendent and fundamental being that humans cannot dare to confront. I
survived alone. It was a common thing for people at the time, but that incident became an opportunity to trap me in my own world. This work was born from the bizarre imagination, fear, and despair that only a child could have at that time. In fact, it cannot be said that there is no stake in that abyss. The cause of the overflow of gates and dungeons on the
earth
is
the
author
.
