205. he wakes up
The world of darkness was still narrow and desolate.
“What is going on?”
he asked Oren. It was a look that did not think that he had already gathered everything.
“I have gathered everything.”
“… … That’s fast.”
He looked a little surprised.
“But, there is a little problem.”
“Speak.”
“Part of the self is damaged.”
His expression hardened. The ego was retrieved because of the memory, but if the ego is damaged here, a problem arises.
“What is the problem?”
“It’s not that your memory is damaged.”
“The ego is damaged, but the memory is intact? I don’t understand.”
That was right.
The self is a part of the soul and contains memories. When damaged, both are bound to be damaged.
“It wasn’t damaged while recovering the parasitic self. The ego wanted to sacrifice itself.”
“Tell me in detail.”
“The method of recovering the parasitic self was simple. After explaining the circumstances and convincing them, they made them come out on their own. It was an incredibly clever self for a part of my soul.”
“Part of it is my self. It is natural.”
He replied as if it were natural.
“However, not everyone was cooperative. The parasitic ego implanted in the prince refused to be separated.”
“It must have been mixed too much.”
The darkness immediately realized what had happened. It was as he said.
“you’re right. At that time, I had no choice but to use the power of vigilance.”
“A clever decision. With the power of vigilance, even the mixed selves could have been divided.”
“That’s right.”
“Something is strange. Wouldn’t you have enough strength to share your soul?”
From here, a bit of adaptation was needed.
“The parasitic selves helped me. Surprisingly, the parasitic ego contained the power of authority.”
“I see what happened.”
In fact, he exerted his power by squeezing out his parasitic ego, but it was not necessary to tell him the truth.
“Yes. When I acquired the last parasitic self, a change occurred.”
“change?”
“Yes. The parasitic selves united and became a large selves. This was an unexpected surprise for me too.”
Nothing like that happened.
From now on, everything is a scam.
“Have you come back as one? … It’s the first time I’ve had this happen. therefore?”
“That combined self made an offer to me. They said that with their own power, they could help the creation and make an elixir.”
“Could it be that you made an elixir?”
“Yes. It lacked a few ingredients, but replaced them with the power of its parasitic self. Thanks to this, the ego was damaged, but the memory was intact.”
“So your memory is fine, but your ego is damaged.”
“That’s right. After returning this memory, I plan to use the elixir right away.”
I brought the evidence, so I couldn’t help but believe the darkness.
“excellent. You did two things at once.”
“This time, the power of the parasitic ego was great. In fact, all I did was bring the parasitic self together.”
He stared at Oren, who humbly replied, and then opened his mouth.
“Wake me up. It’s a boundary.”
Then, you should wake me up.
Even the cocky, dark tone of voice didn’t bother me now. I wanted to wake him up quickly and give him a hard slap on the back of the head.
“Yes. Then, let’s begin.”
Oren took out the stored parasitic ego and sent it to Darkness. At that moment, the elixir outside was absorbed into the body of darkness. At that moment, the world of images began to stir.
‘Oh my gosh.’
I thought I had completely resolved the dimensional gap, but that was just an illusion. The world of images began to stir and change.
A cascade of emotions began to pour into the world of images. The feeling was so great that it affected Oren.
anger. sadness. longing. despair and so on.
Various emotions passed through Oren.
The face of the black man who was meditating before he knew it began to change in various ways depending on his emotions.
Sad, angry, laughing, crying.
As the pouring emotions and new memories interlocked, the memories he kept most precious came back.
‘It’s an obvious story, but.’
It’s such a story that feels like it’s real because it’s obvious.
After a while, the darkness opens its eyes.
“The recovery is over. scram.”
Oren was banished from the mental world. As if it’s embarrassing to have your feelings revealed.
* * *
When Oren wakes up. I was able to see something I had never seen before.
A guardian who guarded the darkness.
The old man who was called ‘Sword’.
“You did a good job protecting me.”
“no. Just, if it helped, that’s enough.”
Like a faithful knight, he was on one knee in front of the darkness.
An old man in plain clothes with a sword. It seemed as if sharp energy was emanating from his body.
‘Looks like a strong swordsman?’
It was as if he was seeing the swordsman before returning. At least the sword-class strongman was guarding the darkness.
This alone was a problem, but a bigger problem was right in front of me.
“It’s okay.”
The black man was relaxing himself with a satisfied face.
“I congratulate you for taking it one step further.”
“It was a risk worth taking.”
The darkness was recovering and becoming stronger.
‘crazy. Do you count this as an achievement?’
I was really going crazy. It was said that in this way, no matter what you do, you can gain strength by achieving it.
In common sense, fighting and winning against this human was close to impossible.
‘Isn’t it more creepy that I couldn’t hit the empire right away even in this darkness?’
Even such darkness could not hit the empire straight away. It was judged that there was no chance of winning in a fight.
‘In a real whale fight, only the shrimp’s back explodes.’
empire and darkness. Oren, the shrimp, was doing this to keep the two rampaging strongmen from fighting.
As I was organizing my thoughts, the darkness opened its mouth.
“It’s a boundary.”
“Yes.”
“You cleverly did everything I said.”
“thank you.”
“Is there anything you want?”
Oren answered right away.
“I want higher offices and darkness.”
“I can give you a high position. Giving darkness is too much.”
after he said that
“One, if you do one more thing, I’ll add darkness.”
“I will do it perfectly like this time.”
It was expected what the black magic would do.
“I want to check if the memory I received is correct.”
Confirm? Not at all.
Those memories aren’t perfect.
The memory was sparsely interrupted.
It was made that way in the first place.
Only when the memory is slightly less remembered is it confirmed and completely believed. In the first place, a memory that is too perfect is bound to cause suspicion.
“Gather information that can confirm this memory.”
“I need information. I never saw what that memory was like.”
“It is information about an incurable disease.”
Oren pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.
“It takes time.”
“I will give you enough time.”
If you’ve come this far, you can assume that you’ve already been tricked.
“All right. We will collect them right away.”
Darkness nodded and gestured as if to go out. Oren bowed his head and left.
* * *
The darkness sent everyone out and fell into deep thought.
‘I almost lost something I shouldn’t have forgotten.’
The reason he started all of this. The cause of living because of the resurrection of God. I almost forgot about it.
‘Rita.’
A cute little kid.
The lovely child who was his sister and a haven.
When he thought of Rita, a torrent of emotions raged, and tears welled up in his dark eyes.
‘Rita.’
He called that name again.
His younger brother, whom he no longer sees.
I missed her terribly.
Soon after, a fiery rage filled his mind.
‘If it wasn’t for you guys in the Empire, my brother wouldn’t have died.’
if there was a god
If only I could use the authority to my heart’s content.
Without an empire!
His brother would not have died.
‘I will get the child back.’
Even if it turns the world into a sea of fire.
Even if it burns everything in the empire.
I will see that child again.
I thought of that child like that, and at some point, the memory was cut off in sparsely.
‘… … I’m lost.’
I lost my memory.
I forgot what I shouldn’t have forgotten.
I thought I had it back, but it wasn’t enough.
Oren thought he was suspicious and wanted information to confirm, but he wasn’t at all.
He wanted to get the missing piece back. Emotions and memories matched perfectly, but there was no need to doubt it.
‘I’ll get it back. That child, all the memories associated with that child!’
I didn’t want to lose anything.
What keeps him alive is that child.
* * *
Everything was ready.
Of course, all that was prepared was a fake history. Fake history is, as it were, the pivot point. Another element was needed to enrich that pivot.
“We collect other historical information that we can relate to the history we have made.”
Depending on which central point the history of which the record year is unknown comes out completely different results.
A stranger came to the village.
This tiny page of history.
When connected to the village being raided, he becomes a visitor to scout the village before the raid.
However, a completely different result comes out when the new lord is appointed. In this way, depending on what the central story is, the result will be completely different.
‘It’s about making a story by gathering the pieces of history.’
The story that could be the central point was already planted in various places. There were so many things to do with these.
The reason Oren didn’t gather this information earlier was simple.
‘Because I have to show you how I move.’
It was right to do this now.
‘I’ll show you the taste of Killika.’
Besides, the place to organize this history is Killika.
A city of crooks and criminals. Fraudsters come up with plausible stories.
“How can I set the direction of the story?”
“A heartbreaking story. brother and sister. It stimulates family bonds.”
“nice. It sounds like a great story.”
Surprisingly, the process of making this story was enjoyable.
“How about this?”
“Hmm. It’s too cold. Use your imagination. Think of it as cheating on the richest man in the empire.”
“The richest person on the continent. Okay. I will discard this and create a new one.”
It was not wrong. Combining hidden wealth, the richest man on the continent might be a black man.
“How will my sister go?”
“You have to capture the character. Catch Bishop Leone as that character.”
“Hoo. I have a sense of what it is. The parish headmaster is my sister… … I think this is going to be an attractive character.”
Among them, the one I put the most effort into was the younger sister character. Depending on which character it is, the story will be completely different.
“Can I go as you wrote my brother’s character?”
“Don’t change. It doesn’t need dramatization.”
“Yes. I will.”
The desperate story of an older brother and younger sister.
A desperate story of a younger sister suffering from an incurable disease and an older brother trying to save her.
A story that would touch everyone’s heartstrings was being made in Killika.
“Cheup. You’re such a sister It’s really lovely.”
“My brother should have this taste. It’s ticklish, but it’s warm to my sister. I really like this feeling!”
“It is a sad, heartbreaking story. If you turn this into a novel, I think it will be a hit!”
As the souls of the creators burned, the quality of the stories gradually improved.
After so much time had passed, the story was completed.