287 – Adventure of the Ghost
Death is the end of life. No one knows what comes next.
That’s why people are afraid of death. People who have a lot and people who have nothing. There are very few people who can take death lightly unless they are truly despairing to the core.
For fear of that, there are people who turn their bodies into living corpses and try to enjoy eternal life, albeit in an imperfect way. The organization where such people gathered was the former Flesh Underground. The Demon King knew that such a method existed, but he did not put it into practice. This is because he had no desire to live any longer, even though his body smelled like preservatives.
‘It’s amazing. ‘Is this what death is?’
And now, he was floating and looking at his own body. He smiled in satisfaction and wanted to say a few words to his old, lifeless body, but no words came out. He reaches out his hand and touches it just in case, but the hand only extends through his body.
‘Could it be that all the dead walk around like ghosts? Or, have I been practicing the secret mental arts for so long that I remain conscious for a short time even after death?’
Is it possible that spiritual secret arts had the power to nourish the soul? Isn’t it true that not all people who have died are wandering around like ghosts like him?
Or, did you have a deep resentment that you were not even aware of? So does that mean he succeeded in reincarnating as a Shinigami with that power?
‘I can see them, but it seems like they can’t see me…’
“Ugh, what happened…”
Eventually, when Yanid woke up with blurry eyes, placed his head on his head and complained of a headache, he was right in front of the girl. But Yanid stood up without paying any attention, as if he was out of sight. I even passed him by while walking through the snowy fields.
“What is that? It can’t be… isn’t it?!”
When he saw the body wrapped in a cloth, his face turned pale and he ran away, but he didn’t even pay attention to his own body that was right next to him. I never really wanted condolences from that kid, but somehow I felt bad…
“Really…? No. “How can this be…”
Seeing the tears gushing out like spring water, the man once called the Demon King became slightly depressed. He didn’t know before he died that he would feel so bad about not having anyone to cry for him. When he was alive, it was just something he didn’t care about.
‘Like this, others laugh, cry, enjoy happiness, and share sadness with each other…’
But – in the end, it’s all about one’s own karma. He has never readily shown favor to others, so why should others cry for him? In the end, favor is something that is given and received. Since I didn’t give it to you, there’s nothing to be sad about or complain about not receiving it.
‘Is it my punishment to watch that scene alone for eternity? He lived his whole life as a demon lord, so it wasn’t a proper life. If so, I will accept it.’
He was alive when he was alive, so wouldn’t it be strange for him to die and pay for his sins?
[Well, should I say that I died well? Even if he wasn’t a good guy, it’s clear that he was a b*tch, so why did he die so suddenly here? Has it come from old age…]
“That person?! Is it really Grimudo? “Why on earth is that person…?”
“I don’t know. He suddenly acted like he was going to die, and then he really did…”
At least the three on the other side didn’t have any particular grudge against him, so they weren’t crazy happy even if he had met his death. At least the dragon seemed a little happy and sad, Yanid had no particular feelings, and Roka even looked a little sad.
But – how many people on this continent were harmed by him?
Although he rarely roamed the continent on his own, the monsters he created roamed the continent without hesitation. I don’t know, but the damage that would have been caused would have been horrendous.
As soon as the news of his death is heard, there are overflowing crowds of people who celebrate and celebrate like crazy, saying that the devil is finally dead.
When I thought about that, I felt a little bit of regret. In the past, I would never have thought this way, but it is not often that I feel regret, even if it is a meeting.
[Are you serious? Are you going to retrieve that body and take it to the continent as well?]
“But he helped me at the last moment. “You have to repay the favor.”
[Huh. Well, if you really have to do it… I think it would be better to bury it here and leave.]
When the Demon King saw Roka wrapping his body in cloth and starting to head south, he did not bother to follow them. I just quietly stared at the group of them leaving for the continent.
Now even his own body has disappeared, and he is left alone in the full sense of the word. All that surrounds him is his snow and ice, and only the bitter cold wind passes through him.
Maybe it was because only his soul remained, but he was able to fly in the sky as he pleased. When the heavy body was thrown away and all the accumulated magic power was returned to Mother Nature, the soul, which had no weight left, was no longer affected by gravity and moved. He could have gone anywhere, but where did he simply go?
There is no place for oneself anywhere on the continent. When the rumor spreads that he has died, who will be there to mourn and hold a funeral? So he didn’t want to go anywhere.
But at the same time, I didn’t like the idea of crouching like a fool in this cold, cold Arctic. I was no longer cold, hot, hungry, or suffocated, but not feeling any stimulation was a pain in itself.
The human mind was not created with this kind of situation in mind. It is not just nonsense that comes from leisure such as boredom or boredom.
People are social animals, and if they do not communicate, they can easily fall into an unhealthy state of mind. Persistent lack of presence, loss of self-identity, depression, anxiety. These things are never a joke.
The Demon King wasn’t that desperate, but he felt as if a part of his chest was clogged. It’s bearable for now, but as time goes by, it will start to become more and more inflamed. The problem is that it is the privilege of the living to abandon life and die because of boredom.
If you are alive, you can commit suicide, but your soul cannot. He thought he had lost eternity, but what has returned to him is a new form of eternity. An eternity in which he cannot communicate with anyone and just exists. I have no choice but to endure the solitude that I don’t know how long it will last.
‘That’s right.’
He doesn’t know why he got into this state. There is no way to know whether other dead people are in the same situation. But that doesn’t mean screaming and wailing is his way. He is a living fossil who has lived in this world since time immemorial.
If I had thought it would collapse to this extent, I would have ended my life a long time ago with my own hands, without even having to live until now. He’s already dead, there’s nothing we can do about it. He tried to ignore the bitterness on his lips and looked at the sky for a moment.
Now that things have come to this, doesn’t it seem like an adventure in the night sky would be fun in its own way?
‘But even with a body like this, I could wander that infinite sea of stars for the remaining eternity. It’s something I couldn’t even think of doing while I was alive, but it’s probably possible now.’
Even though we won’t be able to communicate with that star. Even the mighty flames emitted by the stars will only pass through him. However, you can look at the hot burning star and see it directly. That alone is already a luxury that most people cannot enjoy. With that, he could be satisfied.
This earth does not welcome him anyway. Of course, the stars would not welcome him either. But at least he won’t hate himself. In the eyes of those gigantic stars, even you are just a tiny speck of dust.
After learning magic, he sometimes went on adventures, sailing between the stars like the great dragons who sail the sea of stars. However, at the same time, the star was just observed from afar and passed by, and did not even dare to approach.
Compared to the terrifying power emitted by the star, even his own powerful magical power was an insult to the star, even comparing it to dust. With that meager power, it was impossible to even get close to it, let alone make contact with it.
He once approached too rashly and almost got into trouble when he got sucked into that powerful force. Isn’t it good to say that at least there are no such worries anymore?
At this point, not even the star’s gravity will be able to pull you down or tear you apart. Isn’t that the ghost’s advantage?
Now that this man has completely shed the mask of the devil, he has returned to being a pure seeker, just like he did in the distant past. He flew high into the sky and glanced at the ground. Miuna Gouna, that is his hometown, and he will never be able to forget that fact.
‘Hello, world.’
But I will never return here again.
Because he didn’t have the courage to do that.
He thought that no matter what he did, the cycle would eventually wipe out this world,
This man lived as he pleased and committed numerous crimes on the continent.
Now the cycle has stopped, and the world will no longer perish. He did not have the confidence to face the consequences of his actions. Rather, he chose to leave the continent altogether.
-What a great being he was in the world of the living. He held the power of life and death for countless people in one hand, and was able to do anything he wanted. But death strips away all pretense. He is just a miserable specter in the world after his death.
Because neither the dead nor the living had the right to hear that voice,
So only one person heard the voice.
-Apostle, if you were you now, you could have grabbed that thing with one hand and crushed it. But you didn’t do that. What is the reason? Have you decided to forgive the resentment you once had?
One of them licked his lips.