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A shroud with four constellations engraved on it fluttered.
Haton of Radiance, Ganur of Salvation, and Berger of Severance.
and Acceleration, Kyle Torben.
Destel let out a long breath as he gathered together the constellations of warriors from different eras. Time feels infinitely slower. Destel took a step forward while looking at the still scenery.
As he took a step, Destel remembered.
What my future self told me.
Things I learned from him.
“That sucks.”
A graveyard of weapons lined with all kinds of weapons.
In the image world created by himself from the future, Destel was defeated by him in just one fight. The moment the weapons collided, it fell off and had to roll on the floor.
“There are a lot of useless movements. Why does it take so long to imitate? It’s so slow to hold a weapon, take a stance, and perform a technique.”
“Tap,” he said.
Future Destel sighed and walked away. I walked towards Destel, who was lying on the floor and groaning.
“That’s why.”
The moment he grabbed Destel’s hair and was about to lift his head, Destel jumped up and threw out the dagger he was hiding in his arms…
“It doesn’t protect anything.”
As if he knew that, he grabbed the dagger given to him by Destel with his bare hands and smashed it. At that moment, Destel’s eyes opened wide. The man in front of me was clearly holding a star sword. He is already imitating the cut Berger.
But, that…
What he had wrapped around his body was the starlight of the hero called Iron Man. What this meant was that he, who came from the future, was dealing with two starlights at the same time. How on earth?
“I think it would be impossible to imitate two heroes at the same time. That’s the look in his eyes.”
He let out a chuckle.
“Nothing is impossible. You just can’t do it.”
Wow, he hit Destel on the head with his military boot. Destel, who received a solid kick to the temple, rolled on the floor several times, blood spraying out. Even if it was just an image, the pain was real and my vision was spinning.
“Wow, wow…”
Destel slowly got up, nauseating. The back of her nose was sore. Destel, wiping away her dripping nosebleed, raised her head. There she was, the future woman herself, looking at her with her disinterested gaze.
“Stand up quickly.”
“···You say it’s a game, but you’re not going to finish it?”
“You only win against similar opponents.”
He sneered.
“Stand up. Be humble.”
Because it does not bend, it is servile.
He grabbed the air as he looked at his past self with a different nickname. With that alone, he skipped all the intermediate steps and brought his holy spear into his hands.
Thinking of someone to imitate.
Concentrating and tuning in with the target is also important.
It also controls the flow of starlight.
The entire process was captured in one breath. The speed was excessively fast. While Destel was rushing to borrow the hero’s weapon, Bigul kicked the ground with a holy spear in one hand and a holy sword in the other.
It’s fast, there’s no unnecessary stuff.
In an instant, he dug in and swung his sword. He threw out his holy spear before the sword he swung had finished its trajectory. Destel, who had been stabbed with a spear and cut with a knife, vomited a handful of blood. Only then will I try to hastily place the imitated great shield in front of me…
Cut.
The holy sword imbued with Berger’s starlight cut into the gap in the shield in a strange trajectory. And then, Destel realized that his vision had been turned upside down. His throat was cut, in that split second.
Through the spattering blood, Destel saw himself from the future. In the overturning vision, he was glaring at himself with his holy sword hanging down.
The skill, depth of imitation, and the way he manipulated starlight were all far surpassed by his opponent. A perfect superior being. Destel couldn’t think of a way to beat him, who couldn’t even see a weak spot.
‘In an instant like this…’
The decision was made immediately.
Destel’s vision was so blurry that it became completely dark.
“···Huh!”
And then, I blink.
Destel exhaled and stood up. The head must have been cut off, but it was still attached. hallucination? It wasn’t. There were still traces of blood splattered around.
“What are you doing?”
and.
“Don’t stand up quickly.”
There, my future self was still glaring at me. Destel stood up with a trembling expression on her face. It was because I felt something was out of place.
Kwasik!
and.
Clap, clap!
It was after experiencing several deaths that I realized the true nature of that sense of discomfort.
Snap.
Destel let out a laugh as he lay in his own blood.
‘Space in the imagination. A space where you don’t die even if you die.’
The fact that there was no difference between victory and defeat even though he died meant that victory or defeat was decided somewhere else. And Destel was able to guess what would determine victory or defeat. Because there was a clue.
What did your future self say before the fight?
Prove that you are servile, he said.
‘That means…’
It meant that the game would continue as long as he did not give in. Over and over again in this space that never dies.
“···I was planning on doing this from the beginning.”
Destel laughed bitterly. As she looked at herself from the future, De Stel let out a long sigh. When she exhales and faces her future self, she becomes visible only then.
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The shroud is divided into six parts and flutters.
The figure holding several weapons.
Your future self is standing there, as if telling you to watch and learn. I am saying this is the area you need to reach. At that sight, Destel groaned and stood up from her seat.
‘I guess it was my intention to teach from the beginning.’
Teach, train and make people realize.
We learn it by experiencing death over and over again. That may have been his future purpose. After realizing that fact, Destel gritted his teeth and stood up.
Sigh.
I grabbed the holy spear among the weapons that were stuck everywhere.
“Now it’s worth seeing.”
Bigul, who saw this, sneered.
He let out a long breath and let go of the weapon he was holding. In place of the starlight-spinning weapon, he pulled something from his belt.
It is a broken holy spear.
It was a weapon that he never let go of while crossing hell for ten years, and a weapon that the most heroic of warriors wielded until the very end. Bigul said while holding it in his hand.
“You misunderstand imitation. Since you misunderstood it, you must have been using it incorrectly.”
The hem of the clothes, stained with blood and worn out.
The moth-eaten shroud fluttered in the wind that blew across the wilderness. Destel saw the shroud fluttering in six directions.
“There is no law that says only one character can appear on stage, and there is no law that says an actor must play only one character. You have always stood on stage alone…”
I completed the stage alone.
You and I have always lived like that.
“So be everyone.”
One-man theater troupe.
Flashing.
The shroud that fluttered in the blowing wind shone.
In an instant, six constellations were engraved on the shroud, which was divided into six parts. A spear, a sword, a bow, a hammer, and a great shield appeared in front of him in an instant.
Six starlight enveloped his body.
He was salvation, cutting, a master archer, an iron man, and immortality at the same time. Six characters appeared on one stage. And, there was only one actor playing them.
“I’ll show you now.”
He said.
“How I endured that hell.”
How I endured 13 years of hell.
“How could I have followed him?”
The skills and way of life I had to acquire while walking by that guy’s side, in other words, everything I’ve built up.
“I’ll show you everything, so swallow it.”
Swallow and follow.
Follow me, surpass me. Only then will I be able to reach the future that I couldn’t reach.
Kwasik.
He kicked the ground and ran away.
Destel kicked the ground and sprinted.
Time, which seemed to have stopped, accelerated in an instant the moment Destel took one step. Kwajik, kwaang, seoseok. The spear blade hit the spot where Destel had been standing just moments before. The spell exploded. A sword strike passed through the explosion.
And, Destel.
Destel, who escaped the attack’s range with a moment’s acceleration, sprinted away without even looking back. With each step, the scenery changed. Every time I hit the ground, the distance narrowed in an instant.
This is the view they had.
What Destel has imitated is Kyle’s starlight characteristics. Acceleration. Although it is starlight that literally only accelerates his body… the acceleration combined with the enormous amount of starlight that Kyle possessed made him the strongest warrior.
Because as simple as it was, the effect was unconventional.
Originally, when Kyle used it, it resulted in an acceleration that far surpassed that of even a superhuman, and its duration lasted several minutes… but the deteriorated acceleration that Destel has imitated does not have that long of a duration.
About ten seconds at most.
However, ten seconds was enough.
The shroud engraved with the constellation of brilliance fluttered loudly. The starlight that strengthens the body enveloped Destel’s body. Destel lowered his stance while combining acceleration and brilliance.
bang!
With a sound like a shell being fired, Destel’s new model disappeared in an instant. Berger quickly turned his head and chased after Destel, but lost sight of Destel for a moment. Immediately after, Destel reappeared…
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
It is right in front of the immortal Tritan guarding the rear row.
Destel accelerated and without slowing down at all, kicked Tritan’s shield. The barrier was not broken, but the shield was tilted, and Destel stepped on the tilted shield and climbed onto the great shield.
This is 3 seconds.
Destel stepped on the great shield and used it as a foothold, grabbing the air with his outstretched hands behind his back. What appears in that hand in an instant is a star spear.
4 seconds.
Tritan tries to shake off Destel by moving his shield, and the saints and wizards hiding behind him quickly try to concoct spells… but Destel is one step ahead of them.
2nd case In (引).
It was Ganur’s technique that was imitated.
Air was sucked in around the large swinging polearm. Tritan’s stance holding the great shield shook, and the bodies of the back row members standing behind him rose into the air. He was brought towards De Stelle.
5 seconds.
Destel let go of the holy spear and grabbed the air again. What he holds in his hand is the Holy Sword of Berger. Destel accelerated while clutching a holy sword specialized for rapid sword strikes. A gap created by kicking the shield and breaking Tritan’s posture with a seal.
The sword was swung through the gap.
The rapid sword strike tore apart the bodies of the drawn back ranks.
Blood spurted out with a sharp cutting sound. The saint, the wizard of annihilation, and the wise man were cut down in one blow. The moment the spattering blood obscured Tritan’s vision, Destel kicked up his shield and jumped up.
He jumped up and twisted his body.
Ssssssssssssssssssssss! An arrow passed right next to Destel, making a sound. Looking at the location where the arrow flew, Destel took the posture of pulling the bowstring and pulled the air.
Flashing.
A famous archer with his bowstring already drawn appeared in Destel’s hands. With a thud, Destel let go of the bowstring. The platinum arrows fired at high speed rushed towards the famous archer Efta.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bak!
Destel twisted his body without making sure that the splitting arrow hit the watchtower where Efta was located. 8 seconds to this point. When he twisted his body and looked behind him… Berger, who had narrowed the distance, was swinging his sword.
Just before the sword touched down, Destel raised both arms. What appears along with the starlight is Tritan’s great shield.
The moment the great shield appeared, Destel slammed the shield down. The body that was floating in the air fell towards the ground with the added weight of the great shield and accelerated. The one standing where it fell was Tritan.
Kwajak!
Destel hid behind the shield, crushing Tritan’s head with the accelerated great shield. Berger’s sword swung right away and it went ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga! It passed through the great shield, making a sound.
That’s it, 10 seconds.
Destel leaped backwards, letting go of his cracked great shield while blocking Berger’s sword strike. He slipped and landed and let out a long breath.
“Whoa…”
The shroud with Kyle’s constellation engraved on it clicked and the light went out. Calculating the time it would take to be able to imitate it again, Destel carved a new constellation in the empty spot.
The engraving is the constellation of Baltia, the Iron Man.
The starlight of the berserker who tore the demon king’s army to death with his bare hands while being bitten by demon beasts with spear knives stuck all over his body enveloped Destel’s body. What the Iron Man sign brings is patience and physical strength.
My body, which had suffered while borrowing Kyle’s constellation, recovered in an instant. Catching her breath, Destel looked at the heroes rushing towards her. There were still many left. There was…
“Don’t worry about it, just take care of your work.”
Destel said so and grabbed the holy spear with his outstretched arm. The back row that was in the way has already been sorted out. Now, there was a good chance of winning. Resty, who paused for a moment, gathered up his familiars and passed over Destel’s head.
“······.”
Destel glanced at her riding the wyvern toward the tower at the end, then quickly turned his gaze to look ahead. He glanced at Berger, who had thrust his sword at me, and at the numerous heroes.
Now the roles are reversed.
It was Destel that guarded the path to the tower at the end, and the wall they had to break through was also Destel. Destel narrowed his eyes as he faced the surging army.
Although there were a lot of people on stage.
In Destel’s opinion, they were people who should go off stage. Wouldn’t it feel shabby for those who have already completed their roles to dance on stage?
And, above all…
Just being an actor on this stage was enough.
fantasy,
