Episode 448
“Uhm…”
Luna, who had fallen on the floor, staggered to her feet.
“…This place?”
And then, she looked around with a puzzled expression.
“Why am I… here?”
Then, she adjusts her still-asleep expression and tilts her head.
“…..?”
A lot of papers fell in front of her.
“What is this?”
For some reason, the smell of ink was wafting around, but all the paper was blank.
“…Now that I think about it, this is where they stay.”
Luna, who was habitually organizing those unidentifiable papers and stacking them up, soon realized where she was and muttered.
“Now that I think about it… I seem to vaguely remember coming here…?”
-Sreuk, sreug…
“Have I been overworking myself too much lately…?”
Luna muttered that and was about to leave, but then stopped and looked at the paper.
– sunset
“This…?”
The only letters left on the paper she unconsciously filed away.
Upon seeing the letters, Luna’s heart began to become extremely agitated.
“……?”
However, because the reason was unknown, she just quietly tilted her head for a while and eventually left the cabin with her usual cold and mechanical expression.
“I think I forgot something…”
Then, the moment she muttered that and reopened the system log that she had been analyzing until recently.
“…………”
Spread out before Luna’s eyes were gifts left for everyone by someone who has now disappeared.
For some reason, the early morning dew on the roses that were closing their buds was shining in the moonlight, creating a dreamy atmosphere.
“ah…..”
Luna, fascinated by the dreamlike atmosphere, passes by the roses, which are still giving off their scent, and without realizing it, gently strokes the roses and mutters.
“…It’s really beautiful.”
Then, as if she was happy, the rose flower shyly trembled and opened its bud in her hand.
“Oh my goodness.”
Luna, who was watching this, began to walk through the garden where roses were in full bloom, with a sad smile involuntarily as the longing that began to feel overwhelming for some reason.
“So cute…”
Those words must have been so pleasant to hear that the roses, swept by the early morning wind, were nodding their heads, swaying quietly.
“…Anyway, what does this mean?”
[The final trial has ended]
[Reward: Ghostwriting of the World]
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Not long ago since then.
‘Nonsense.’
A being entangled in the world of images and constantly toying with Frey, the spiritual body of the pupil and a being once called an outsider.
Now, the guy who was getting tired of torturing the Frey in front of him and was preparing to put an end to it, was muttering that as he watched what was starting to happen in front of him.
– Shaaa…
A dazzling energy is flowing from Frey, who was dried and twisted, bound by black chains and tentacles.
No matter how you look at it, he is a ‘divine figure’ who disappeared at the same time as he eliminated the ‘blacktail fantasy’.
Even though Frey wore the warrior’s armor that upgraded the wearer to the point where he could face God, the fundamental reason why he had no choice but to be defeated was once again appearing before the eyes of the spirit.
‘I can’t believe this is happening.’
For him, who thought everything was going according to his plan, this was something he had never even expected.
Even when that insignificant clown sat in front of the square object and grunted, it was just funny.
I couldn’t understand why something had happened like this.
‘Have you created a new work?’
In order to smoothly supply the lost deity to this extent, a ‘work’ comparable to Black Tail Fantasy was needed.
But is that even possible?
This is something that even countless gods from other dimensions find difficult.
Moreover, in modern times, when so many gods have sent their works that we have become saturated, how could a being who has never been in contact with the culture of the other world create such works?
‘…this.’
With that thought in mind, the spirit body that peeked into the blue star dimension closed its eyes tightly without realizing it.
The connection to the world that had become empty as ‘Black Tail Fantasy’ evaporated was being filled by works that had never been seen before.
Although the type is different and the content is different, its status is comparable to that of Black Tail Fantasy, and even at this very moment, it is rapidly supplying the lost gods.
‘shit.’
For a moment, he thought about destroying this work, but he soon realized that it was impossible.
Didn’t he already destroy the work once in exchange for his material body?
To destroy this work, which has become as bloated as Black Tail Fantasy, this spiritual body must be sacrificed.
In other words, there is no choice but to commit suicide.
No, even if I commit suicide, I don’t think I can erase that work.
No matter how much of his godhood he has lost, he has used up quite a bit of his strength in the battle with Frey wearing the warrior’s armor.
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Even if he commits suicide in his final effort, he will no longer be able to damage the work itself.
‘Ugh…’
The guy who came to that conclusion, despite being in a spiritual state, looks away, feeling his insides boiling.
-Sharrr…
And the spirit body searches through the records in the debug room to figure out how this happened.
In fact, until recently, he was monitoring Roswin in real time.
The reason for the installation was because he dared to create a work on the subject of creation, and it was fun just to look at the guy’s flair.
Then, the moment he completely lost his temper, I lost interest and stopped observing…
‘…………’
As he was looking through the records at high speed, he soon became speechless.
Who would have guessed that at the point when her heart was broken, there would be comments praising her.
The reason that guy was a clown was because he never received praise from anyone.
Only when you receive ‘praise’ can you demonstrate your true skills,
However, a girl who has not received praise from anyone except Frey for a long time.
I always enjoyed watching her shovel because I knew full well that just one word of praise could change everything for her…
I never thought there would be someone other than Frey who praised her.
‘…Tsk.’
After that, it was an obvious story.
After receiving praise, her skills began to improve rapidly.
And the work began to grow as rapidly as she did.
‘…I don’t understand.’
The spirit body that was blankly watching the process muttered to itself without realizing it.
An insignificant being, not a god or at least an immortal.
Mere creatures and mortals who were simply created.
The meaning of their existence,
Define your own destiny?
It was something that I could not understand at all with my own common sense.
I have traveled through countless dimensions,
This has never happened before.
It’s literally something close to impossible.
Even the clown who did such a thing,
It has been a long time since it chose to disappear and disappear.
He clearly didn’t have the courage and courage to do that.
A guy who was just meant to be criticized and laughed at for being ignorant and stupid until the end…
The most suitable and insignificant person who was chosen to bring light to his own dark story.
How on earth?
No matter how many times I thought about it and made guesses, nothing changed.
The work has already been connected to the world, and the clown has completed the act of ‘creation’ by destroying himself.
His existence was slowly being erased even from my own memories, so I was certain…
‘Wait, what?’
The second time I noticed something strange about my eyes was at that moment.
‘The memories are gone…?’
I am a being from outside.
It is a being that is not affected by the rules and providence of the dimension.
No matter how much that clown guy is,
And even if it has disappeared from all timelines.
You should have been free from that influence.
But why is his memory disappearing?
‘……!’
The reason was soon revealed.
‘why…?’
It was because while I was frantically looking at the work he had made, I found a meaningful phrase at the end.
[The God of Chaos was born.]
This cannot happen.
Just on the topic of management system.
Just a system topic.
Defining the existence of the outside?
If things continue like this, they will not be able to use any of their advantages as beings from outside.
‘Damn you.’
Only then does the spirit body, which is the only remaining ‘material body’ of the person, look at the small eyes that have represented his will until now, but are now nothing more than bait, grit his teeth and mutter.
‘Because of you…’
An alter ego that has been in the world for a long time and, strangely enough, has become similar to the human being he used to laugh at so much.
As a result, the alter ego, who was defined as the ‘God of Chaos’, became the only ‘material body’, causing a setback in work.
[So how do you feel? How did you feel about getting hit by the clown on stage?]
‘…………’
Thanks to this, Yeongche, who was very angry, reads her provocation that remained at the end of the work and begins to tremble.
[I know you’re secretly watching this post right now.
Well, no matter what you try to do now, it’s already too late.
You’re shaking so much that it’s not appropriate for your size.]
The spirit body remained silent for a while, immersed in the shock of the provocation.
‘…Let’s calm down.’
Then, the guy slowly starts taking deep breaths.
‘Nothing has changed.’
Then, he calmed his mind and quietly fell into thought.
‘Even though my existence has been defined… I am still powerful.’
The penalty that arose when existence was defined was simple.
Even if a being is not as transcendent as you, you can still be attacked.
Although she was an undefined being, no one except the ‘Star God’, who was originally a very powerful being across all dimensions, and Frey, her representative, could inflict damage on her.
Now, anyone with a certain level of strength can inflict damage on himself, who has been defined as the ‘God of Chaos’.
‘As expected, nothing has changed.’
But he was still powerful.
So much so that he could defeat the battered Frey in front of him right now.
And, right now, there is no one else in this space other than Frey.
– Gooooo…
Although the return of Frey’s godhood made things a little trickier, as long as he was alone, victory was still his.
– Sigh…
With that in mind, the ‘God of Chaos’, who had summoned a lot of black chains and tentacles, muttered in a low voice.
“In the end, the fact that you came alone is a defeat.”
Feeling a little uncomfortable.
And feeling an unknown sense of anxiety.
“die.”
He was trying to land an attack on Frey’s head.
– It’s crunchy…!
But at that moment.
– Shaaaaa…!
“…what!?”
Frey’s eyes widened, and a dazzling light flowed from his body, blocking the attacks.
– Tsuzuzu…
At the same time, the handkerchief in Frey’s arms began to glow.
“…I’m glad I brought this.”
Meanwhile, Frey opened his eyes for the first time in a long time and looked at the handkerchief his younger brother had given him as a gift.
“really.”
Then, the moment he saw that the patterns drawn on the handkerchief began to glow, he smiled slightly.
– I’m going to go to the middle of the day…!
With the various lights spreading from the handkerchief, the dark world of imagination began to become bright.
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Meanwhile, at that time, a cabin on the coast.
“”…………””
The heroines sitting around the desk were looking at their hands with blank expressions.
“Hey, everyone.”
“This can’t be…”
“P-frey.”
On their hands, patterns that had once been drawn by hand on handkerchiefs were appearing.
fantasy,
