269 – Primordial Core
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Desiring something from the Lord is something that does not need to be muttered out loud.
Rites and Communion. And pray. Because that doesn’t have to be the case for our wishes to be heard by His ears. Just because he talks a lot doesn’t mean he listens to me. He already knows what I need before I even ask for it.
He brought me here, but I can’t see anything. All that can be seen is this huge thorn stuck in the ground, ready to pierce the world.
I don’t know if this is good, evil, or nothing more than a huge ruin, but I can guess that it is what I need.
“Be careful, master! “My master is physically weak, so if he’s not careful, his arm may end up frozen.”
So, unlike Roca’s concerns, I didn’t have any worries.
I spread my palm and placed it on the thorn. I wasn’t even worried about my arm getting ripped off. What if something like that really happened?
Fear is the nature of all living things. That in itself is neither bad nor reprehensible. However, just as a soldier charges at the enemy with courage as well as fear, a priest also has his own courage.
If I hesitate at this moment because I am afraid of something as small as damaging my own body, it would be no different from committing a sin as a believer. I felt cold in my hands. But it didn’t get cold. It didn’t even feel painful.
The pain was felt not by me but beyond the area I touched. Only then did I know that this thorn was alive. Although I didn’t feel life, I still felt pain. It wasn’t difficult to guess why.
As I realized that the Lord’s protection still remains with me, I was able to shake off all the remaining fears. Only after infusing the divine power in earnest did I realize why I could not feel life from it. The thorns contained some life energy, but the density was extremely thin. It was not at a level where it could be called something alive.
As something that was once alive was torn apart throughout the world, the life it had was naturally split into billions of pieces and scattered. There was a little residue on the thorns, but it was nothing more than a stone with blood on it. So when seen from the outside, it appeared to be inanimate.
‘The pain of being torn apart and torn apart.’
The reason I swallowed my saliva without realizing it was not because I was nervous, but because I was surprised. Both the pain of the soul and the pain of the body are truly difficult things for a person to endure.
Existence includes both spirit and body, so the pain of being split apart will most likely include both. This kind of pain is not something that can be overcome with willpower.
Who on earth had to go through this pain and why?
I thought I could understand the reason. The divine power I had instilled began to put the broken pieces back together. By connecting fragments and fragments and repairing the crumbs, I began to comb out something that could be called a single spirit.
As each piece passed in front of me, I saw a person’s life. To be precise, I could see the convenience of that life. Sometimes a child’s image passed by, sometimes an adult image passed by, but although the clothes changed each time, the appearance did not change much. This is a record containing the life of just one person. The order was mixed, but it was definitely one life.
‘Amin.’
Someone I didn’t even know.
A hero that not only I, but any other historian on the continent would have known about.
This person was active not in our era but in an era before that, even a long time ago.
A person who was buried in the flow of time and disappeared without being able to remain in history.
No one knew of his feat.
Therefore, it was not recorded and left behind for future generations.
Even if he had left it behind, he probably would not have been able to withstand the cycle and would have disappeared. The result is the same. I don’t know this person, but I am living in the legacy this person left behind.
‘This thorn was created from the beginning to freeze the primordial body and stop circulation.’
He pierced the primordial body with his incarnated thorn and froze it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t freeze it to the core, but at least it slowed down Taego’s metabolism.
The cycle has become longer and the number of times has also decreased. The continent-sized creature did not cease activity, but its movements were greatly slowed. If it weren’t for this thorn, this cycle would have happened much faster than it is now, and I wouldn’t have been born in this world. Me, Roca, and Yanid. Most of the people I know would never have existed.
Maybe it was just a meaningless thing.
What a person achieved by paying the terrible price of tearing his own life apart with his own hands was only this much of an achievement.
But I know that’s not the case. Not like that.
What he left us is not thorns, but hope. It is a hope that has been passed down from his time to ours. It is a spark left by the times to the times.
-Behold this hope. Is hope really useless though?
No one whispered to me, but I definitely heard voices. It is not the Holy Voice of the Lord. This is the voice I gave to myself.
The voice was just a whisper. Because I knew it myself. Although this is hope, it may not be the hope of our time. No one knows when this arrangement will see the light of day.
Is it possible only in the next era, the next era? Maybe it will forever remain as a thorn rather than hope.
Before I could even worry about that, the world suddenly started shaking. The ground was shaking, which was something that happened before, but there was a more violent tremor than that. The thorns, not the earth, trembled.
It started to get smaller, gradually decreasing in size. As I was staring at the sudden phenomenon, the thorn continued to shrink and shrink until it became so small that I could hold it with one hand.
The thorn was floating in the air, no longer moving, nor shrinking. A person’s hand was placed on it. He held the thorn and looked at me in silence.
-Light. It’s something special.
A man who once existed in the whole world. This is something I only saw as a memory.
The spirits scattered throughout the universe came together and were resurrected, but I was able to sense it the moment I saw him. The person he is now is a completely different being from when I was a human when I saw his memories.
-But I don’t remember why this was special. I don’t know you. I don’t even know why it woke me up. And now, I don’t even wonder about that.
There was no longer any regret in his eyes. He is no longer human, he is something more unworldly. He is not greedy for anything and is a being who accepts even destruction as a natural course. The beings who once embodied the ancient gods are by no means the same as humans.
Even though the change may not be what you wanted, it cannot be dismissed as a bad thing. So the divine power did not return him to a human-like state. By our standards, he went from human to non-human, but from some perspectives, it can be seen as a kind of liberation.
-All I know is one thing. You have to take me to the core.
The last human will he left behind.
That is a demand to bring this thorn to the core.
Nuclear (核). Something that becomes the center of an object. There is no such thing as a nucleus in humans or animals, so it is not a word often used in everyday life.
However, some demons have a source of magical power called a demon core. Some animals belonging to the magical beasts also have objects that can be called cores.
A representative example is slime, which sometimes consists of only mucus without a nucleus, but sometimes has a nucleus. One is not necessarily better than the other, but the pros and cons are clear.
Having an organ called the nucleus makes it more advantageous to use magical power. Even if other parts of the body are damaged, they can be restored somehow as long as the nucleus remains.
But as a tradeoff, if the core is damaged, it is of no use no matter how intact other parts are. Just as if a person’s heart is pierced, it is of no use no matter how intact other parts are, the core itself acts as a vital point and a weak point.
What should we bring to the core of this?
There is no need to ask that question.
“Should we take the thorn to the core of the primordial body?”
He didn’t answer, but nodded his head slightly.
-And stab it. What you call the primeval body will not die unless it is cooled to the inside. Don’t repeat the same mistake I did. I overconfidently trusted my instincts as a hunter and got nowhere.
“Is there anything about it that could be called a nucleus?”
-There is. Clearly. I didn’t know, you don’t know, but he knew from the beginning.
The man, who was now staring at me with empty eyes that had even disappeared, muttered quietly.
-That always remained a regret for me.
If there is a nucleus in the ancient body and only one person knows its location,
It is very obvious who the ‘he’ he is talking about is.
Demon Lord Grimudo. There is no one else but him. If he knows the core of the Great Solid State, should he go looking for it again? But what can we do with the Demon King, who has already left the North Pole and may be anywhere in the world?
‘He has already left the North Pole Citadel and disappeared to an unknown place. Wait, the North Pole Citadel?
Suddenly something passed through my mind.
The Demon King was here to study the ancient body.
And the best way to study a living thing is to study its nucleus.
If the Primordial Body truly has a core, there is no way that Demon King Grimudo, who observed the Primordial Body for countless years in the North Pole, would not have known about it. He would certainly have wanted to observe the core of the primordial body from the closest possible location. He would have wanted to watch and study right from the side.
‘No way…’
That’s why he built his abode above the place where the nucleus is located,
If you devoted yourself to researching the ancient bodies there,
I may have already stepped on the core of the ancient body twice.
“Is the Polar Citadel… Above its core?”
He just nodded,
That was enough.
Now I know where I need to go.