001 – Chance
Pale hair rolls between broken spears.
From the standpoint of the land covered with red blood, it was just a dry neck that only added red light, but for Tigris, it was the end of the great war.
With the blood dripping from the sky, Tigris turned towards the severed head.
He raises his broken ‘Sword of the Adversary’ towards the white head that sits between the fragmented corpse and the spears.
He was decapitated, but not sure if he was dead.
This is because Arphem is an existence beyond the universe that does not obey the rules of this world.
Carelessness was not allowed.
“It has been I die.”
The dry voice from the severed head raised the tension of Tigris even more.
“Great. To kill me, Arphem, with a human body.”
The armor is heavy.
Tigris took off his raged armor.
Chunkyung!
The golden color faded and the armor that was spitting out the faded color of brass was peeled off as if it were peeling off.
It was a legendary piece of armor called ‘Uros’ that the Dwarves made to escape from the fear of dragons.
But now, it was nothing more or less than the shackles that hindered the movement of Tigris.
“I have not seen anyone as strong as you in the millennia with my queen Uno.”
Tigris walked silently.
Even if a piece of Norbert Marquess’s treasure ‘Dwin’s Sword’ stepped on his foot, or even if Count Friharden’s treasure ‘Summer of Friharden’ was kicked, he walked towards the bloody pit.
“It was enough swordsmanship to be called an arrogant Tigris.”
Tigris stopped at the word arrogance.
Oman.
It was the tag of Tigris di Norverd.
Tigris was a swordsman genius.
The swordsmanship I saw once was able to be copied as it is, the second time I could see the intention of the creator of the swordsmanship, and the third time I was able to make it my own and transform it into an ascending swordsmanship.
There was no sword stronger than Tigris in human history.
But he never became a good knight.
He treated a swordsman who was inferior to him as trash and denigrated magic as a useless science.
Decisively, Tigris tried to solve everything on his own, as if he were the main character of this world.
The result looks like this.
No one is alive
In the final battle for the survival of mankind, the Golden Knights of the Empire, the Iron-Blood Magic Corps, the Inquisitors, the guardians of the jungle, and the mercenaries all became rivers of blood.
Only the arrogant Tigris, who only thought he was good, remained in the world.
Tigris moved his feet again.
Everything needs an end.
Before handing over a flower to commemorate the souls of the dead, the red dot that declared the end of this hellish great war had to be given priority.
“Those noble and beautiful eyes…. It belongs to the Queen of Pollution and Erosion…”
Kwajik!
Tigris cut Arphem’s head with the sword of his broken adversary.
Neither Arfem’s headless body nor his broken head could feel any trace of vitality.
The war is over.
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Just as a blank is left at the end of the period, the curtain of the great war mixed with the smell of blood is over, and only Tigris remains.The emotions that I had been trying to ignore lifted my head.
Tigris shed tears of regret from the extreme loneliness.
‘You will be punished.’
okay. it was a punishment
A scourge that fell from the sky.
He was angry with the heavens because he used the talent he had given him for his own sake and did not give it to him.
The battlefield full of red blood adds silver to it, but the bloody red color is not diluted.
– Die!
At that moment, a faint voice was heard in Tigris’ ear.
Weren’t they all dead?
Tigris stood up with the broken sword of the adversary.
His legs were tight, but he moved towards the source of the sound.
please someone stay alive
I hope the voice you hear now is not an auditory hallucination.
– Die! die!!!
not a hallucination
It’s a familiar man’s voice.
Tigris crawled over the hill of the corpse.
A man was holding a sword of blue flames that flew pathically and was slashing the sword at a corpse.
But the body was regenerating in real time.
The ribs grew along the spine, the collarbones grew, and the flesh began to cover them.
Then there was a head, then a mouth, and a scream broke out.
“Aaaaaah!”
“die! die! You tenacious insect bastard!!!”
The screams gradually turned into laughter.
“Ah ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! You can’t kill me! Rakan! My heart can’t be burned with your cheap flame!!!”
Tigris knew who the author was.
Rota, a ‘cart wheel that rolls without rest’.
It is an extraterrestrial existence like the ‘artist who sculpts with the heart’ Arphem.
Although Rakan is an excellent magic swordsman, he could not completely kill Rota with Rakan’s sword and magic.
As is usually the case with magic swordsmen, neither magic nor sword can see the end.
Rakan, who was called the best magic swordsman in the history of the Empire, was neither a sword master who could put his image into a sword nor an archmage who realized the little things of the world.
No one who has not reached the extreme can cut the Rota.
Eventually, Rota’s right arm began to grow.
“die! Rakan!!!”
Rota’s right arm flew towards Rakan’s neck like an island war.
Then a solid silver line cut off Rota’s right arm.
dump!
Rota’s severed right hand fell into the blood.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Lota’s horrific screams rang through the battlefield.
Rota tried to regenerate his right hand, but there was no regeneration below the severed humerus.
There was only one existence capable of wielding a level of swordsmanship that could hinder Rota’s regeneration.
“Tigris…!”
Rota desperately regenerated his left arm.
You have to cut off Rakan’s remaining right arm and attach it.
The moment I thought of that, the sword of Tigris moved again.
The broken adversary’s sword cut through Rota’s hard ribs and ripped open his heart.
cry!
Even when Rakan stabbed him dozens of times, his heart was shattered in two with one stroke of Tigris.
Rota’s heart stopped.
This was possible because Tigris had risen to the level of a sword master who could put his image into a sword.
Rakan lay down when Lota’s death became certain.
The pain came later with the relief that it was all over.
Rakan swallowed the pain and opened his mouth.
“Is Arem’s bastard dead?”
Tigris nodded.
“dead.”
“Fuck. It went well.”
Tigris looked around.
I looked to see if anyone was alive, but there were no survivors here either.
It was only Rakan.
Rakan said, clenching his teeth at the burning pain from his severed left arm.
“Point shop.”
Rakan often spoke to himself incomprehensible.
Tigris ignored Rakan for the rest of his life, but this time was different.
“Elixir is out of stock… damn it’s all there is Buy 2 Superlative Healing Potions.”
From Rakan’s right hand, two bottles of brilliant golden recovery potions emerged.
Did Rakan know how to use subspace magic?
As Tigris knew, Rakan was not a 7th circle but a 6th circle magic swordsman.
Subspace magic was a magic that could only be used at the level of the 7th Circle Archmage.
“hey. Take it.”
Rakan threw a bottle at Tigris.
His control was a mess, but Tigris got it dexterously.
Rakan sprinkled half of his severed left arm and swallowed the rest.
Tigris was sprayed on the left stomach, which had a hole in it, and the rest was put in the mouth.
Like a top-notch potion, the mana that ran out was filled up and the physical condition returned quickly.
“Since when did you know how to use subspace magic?”
“The subspace magic sucks. It is a point store.”
“Point shop?”
Rakan tossed the empty bottle and stood up.
“You weren’t there during the Siege of Fort Aren?”
“there was. At that time, did I cut down the gluttony-slayer Tempe?”
“No, during the operation meeting just before the siege. Then I would have explained everything I had.”
“I didn’t attend the operation meeting.”
Rakan taps his forehead with his right hand! hit
“right. This bastard was so alone. The plan to destroy the Aren Fortress and bury the enemy troops at once has failed.”
“Isn’t that why you were able to protect Aren Fortress?”
“Gill. Do you know how many casualties there were at Fort Aren?! There were no soldiers to protect Fort Aren, so it was eventually passed on to Rota.”
Rakan sighed as he shot Tigris.
“done. What am I going to talk about with you?”
“So what are your abilities?”
“Eat the shit. What are you talking about at the end of the yard?”
Rakan scanned the battlefield with only a sea of blood.
In those eyes, loneliness and sadness like Tigris were touched.
“Fuck…. In the end they all died Princess Rain Rover and Count Friharden are all…”
Rakan burst out laughing as he couldn’t cry.
“If I had been stronger, I wouldn’t have become like this…. What’s the use of having a million points now?”
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Just as Tigris regretted his arrogance, Rakan regretted his swordsmanship and magic skills.I’m going to practice my sword a little more.
I’m going to study some more magic.
I will grow myself without relying on points.
Regret was too late, no matter how early.
Rakan wore the ‘sword of the wise man’ lying on the ground on his side and walked towards the setting sun.
“I am going now. You know how to eat well and live well.”
“Where are you going?”
“You know what to do. Doesn’t the guy who lives only on the best taste can think of other people now?”
“Let’s rebuild the fallen empire. Gather the scattered people and find the bloodline of the Lucet family…”
“Don’t be mean!”
Rakan let out the anger he had been holding back.
“If you had listened carefully to what other people said, this wouldn’t have happened! Even if you don’t listen to my stupid words, if you had listened to Princess Rain Rover, Count Friharden, or the damn chubby Dwarf man and fought together, you wouldn’t have come this far!”
At Rakan’s sharp words, Tigris’ heart felt like it was being ripped to pieces.
Rakan laughed when Tigris didn’t respond.
“ha ha ha! Ordinarily, a commoner would have been scolded with that elegant and noble tone of speech, asking what nonsense he dared to say to the great martyr. Do you have a conscience too?”
“…you are the hero who saved mankind. You deserve to say that to me.”
“hero? Are you a hero? Are you being treated like a hero now? wow thank you so much Dear Tigris di Norberd!”
Tigris clenched his fists.
“···sorry.”
“···what?”
“I was arrogant. As you said, all this misery is my fault.”
Rakan was stunned.
I didn’t know that I would hear apologetic voice from Tigris’ mouth.
When 100,000 soldiers died because of this guy, when the beasts were annihilated, or when the Aren Fortress was eventually taken away, it was a word I had never heard.
Rakan’s expression changes moment by moment.
After going through sadness, frustration, and disappointment, they eventually gathered in anger.
“A little faster…! If only I had apologized sooner! If only I had known your mistake sooner!!!”
Rakan finally burst into tears.
“If you have given your talents to others . . . I wouldn’t have come this far…”
“sorry. There is nothing I can do but these words.”
As Tigris bowed his head, Rakan let out a scream.
“Ahhh! Fuck this dog aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Rakan drew his sword and brought it to Tigris’ neck.
Blood flowed through the sword.
Rakan wanted to behead Tigris right now, but he couldn’t.
It was because of a new plan that was going through Rakan, no, Kim Yushin’s head.
It could have been the last chance to undo all this misery.
Rakan took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
“If you over…”
Chewy hey hey!
A huge ray of purple light in the distance pierced the sky with a roar that could tear the eardrums apart.
There was no time to be distracted by the ray of light.
Rakan and Tigris both left their seats at the same time.
Black and red tentacles pierced the ground and flew towards them.
Tigris reflexively swung his sword.
Scratch!
The tentacles were cut off, but the sword of the adversary shattered, leaving only the handle.
The last bit of durability had been exhausted.
Tung!
Rakan raised the tentacle with the same remaining right arm, but could not cut it off, leaving only a small scratch on the tentacle.
It was a stark difference between a sword master who had an image bloom and a person who did not.
As the two of them stepped on the floor, hundreds of dark red tentacles from all directions attacked them.
“Tigris!”
Rakan threw the sword at Tigris.
Tigris abandoned the sword of the adversary with only the handle left and received the ‘Sage’s Sword’.
It was a holy relic specialized for magic swordsmen, but it was not important to Tigris.
The sword was important.
Tigris raised the Auror.
Rakan looked at Tigris’ readiness and knew what he was going to do, so he immediately bowed his head.
The sword energy emitted from the sword of Tigris cut through the tentacles.
Hundreds of tentacles that Rakan had barely scratched were split in two at the same time.
It didn’t matter if they were exceptionally thicker than the other tentacles.
All were cut equally before the sword of Tigris.
Tentacles that soared high in the sky flew to the floor, causing an earthquake.
Rakan said, swallowing dry saliva.
“What are these? Is this even the treasury number that Rota and Arfem left behind?”
“no. This is different from Rota and Arpem.”
You can tell because it was cut.
This is an organic matter that Rota and Arphem could never make.
Obviously organic, but heavier, harder and tougher than steel of the same weight.
In other words, it was an existence that went against the rules of this world.
“This is… what kind of existence.”
“existence?”
At that moment, a huge tentacle that had been cut out squirmed and came up.
Something white started to wriggle out of the clean cut.
Unlike the dark red tentacles, it was as pale as snow and had no face or hair, but the body had the silhouette of a woman.
Then the pale woman separated from the tip of her tentacles and set her feet on Tigris.
I didn’t have eyes, but I could feel the gaze.
[exactly···. You deserve to be one with me.]
The pale being spoke not with a sound, but with a psychic wave.
A strange energy flowed out so that even Rakan could understand that it was something beyond human.
The woman reached out and turned to Tigris.
[Tigris. become one with me i am uno Queen of pollution and erosion, great one who will swim in space and dimensions to become a god. You are enough to become a god with me.]
“What’s your relationship with Arphem and Rota?”
[Arfem and Rota are one of those who decided to become one with me. Although they died, their souls returned to me, and I was able to escape from the throne.]
Rakan stared blankly at the message floating in the air.
“The final quest? Queen Uno? Damn, aren’t Arfem and Rota over…?”
Uno didn’t even care about Rakan’s murmur.
For Uno, it was because he was a worthless person no different from the corpses lying on the floor.
[You deserve to be with me. Become one with me and become the ruler of this planet. It will break free from the bondage of mortals and become immortal.]
Tigris was confused by a sense of helplessness he had never felt before.
I was convinced that Uno could not be cut.
Uno’s body is not that pale woman.
Tigris sensed a small vibration under his feet.
It is unknown when, but these terrifying tentacles were crawling in all areas that Tigris could detect.
Could an ant feel this way in front of a human with a magnifying glass?
No matter how much Tigris tried, he was convinced that he could never win.
[Don’t worry. After all, you will become one with me.]
The tentacles that Tigris sensed slowly pierced the ground and came up.
Hundreds of thousands of tentacles filled the battlefield.
It was as if the ground had disappeared and the tentacles became the ground.
It was shocking enough to miss the sword at the overwhelming sight, but Rakan did not give up.
Because there is only one spleen left.
“Point shop.”
Countless product lists appeared in front of Rakan.
Some of them were sold out, but there were still two left.
＜Earth Return Ticket＞
Remaining number: 1EA
Price: 1,000,000 points
＜Regression Pocket Watch＞
Remaining number: 1EA
Price: 1,000,000 points
Rakan chose ＜Pocket Watch of Regression＞ without hesitation.
Uno, who had never looked at Rakan once, looked at Rakan as the brilliant silver pocket watch flew out of Rakan’s hand.
[What is that? The power of time is felt in it.]
Rakan pressed the crown of the Pocket Watch of Regression without hesitation.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-
As the clock began to spin, Rakan looked at Tigris and said:
“hey. Even if I go back to the past, I can’t convince you. And even if I go back, I don’t have the confidence to defeat you. Because I have no talent.”
Tick-tick-
Rakan threw the Pocket Watch of Regression at Tigris.
Tigris received it reflexively.
“Then you go back.”
Tick-tick-
“Now this is nothing…”
Tick-tick-
“The me 10 years ago was so damn simple, if I only say three things: Yushin Kim, the status window, and the system, I’ll tell you what my abilities are. and···”
Tick-tick-
The minute and hour hands of the pocket watch point to 12 o’clock.
“Be good. It’s your last chance, kid.”
“la···!”
A white light exploded from the clock, and Tigris fainted.