It’s not that I haven’t tried making records with leather in my hand. There have been times when I have written directly on leather. However, this is the first such response.
I took the leopard skin, which began to exude strange energy, and immediately moved to a less crowded place.
It’s because you don’t know what kind of energy it emits and how powerful it will be. It is the skin of a member of the god’s family. If more than expected power bursts out, the wither right in front of you could die.
didn’t get far Still, they arrived at the top of the mountain, which was a little far from Akasha’s territory.
It was the first time I felt the energy radiating from the leopard skin in my hand. It was an energy that I had never felt in any god or artifact. So I was a little late thinking about how to deal with it.
In the meantime, the energy emitted from the leopard skin climbed up my arm and wrapped around my body. Then, as if seeing Yeji, numerous scenes began to appear.
It was the royal road of the Cython Kingdom. King Cython sat upon a high throne, majestic. He is not the current King of Cython. The previous king I killed. And many witches were bound and on their knees in front of them, and knights thrust swords into their necks.
And in the center was Nivea. At King Cython’s command, the knights thrust their swords into Nivea.
Nivea, with swords all over her body, coughed up blood and collapsed. But after a while, Nivea stood up again. Blood was still pouring from his mouth. Nivea cursed King Cython with her mouth. King Cython gave the order again, and the knight struck Nivea down the neck with his sword.
Surprisingly, Nivea, whose head was blown off, stood up again after a while. The neck that had fallen flew off and reattached itself. And he cursed at everyone around him.
While the people who heard Nivea’s words of curse were shuddering, the king of Cython again gave orders to the knights, and this time threw Nivea into a cauldron of boiling oil.
But Nivea came back to life even within it. It crawled out of the pot with its entire body half melted. Her body was regenerating rapidly.
Did Nivea have this ability? no. The Nivea I know doesn’t have this ability to regenerate.
This time, King Cython also looked a bit tired. But the order did not stop. King Cython kept killing Nivea in all sorts of cruel ways, and Nivea came back to life each time.
When Nivea died and came back to life for the 19th time, someone jumped out from Nivea’s side. it was me
I simply rescued Nivea and the captive witches. The knights charged at the king’s command, but they couldn’t stop me.
But I was using a technique I had never seen before. Every time I waved my hand, powerful flames rose and swept the surroundings. The fire magic I know is different from that. Maybe it’s some kind of authority.
That is, it is me, but not me. After tidying up my surroundings and talking about something with Nivea, I became very angry.
It was the same face I had seen in Wisdom. I’ve never been so angry. At least in this lifetime it is.
Having moved the witches and Nivea somewhere, I literally turned Cython’s royal capital to ashes as I saw in my foreknowledge.
After that scene, I woke up again. The leopard skin had returned to its original state and was not emitting strange energy. The scene you just saw was probably wither’s previous life. And that was how I behaved at that time. But why did the leopard skin show this to me now?
The scene of destroying Cython, which I had seen with my foreknowledge, wasn’t going to happen from the moment I killed the former king of Cython. It was the same even if the king now had a similar mind.
Perhaps the cracks in Nivea’s soul have something to do with this. Nivea in her previous life apparently used regeneration. No it wasn’t even playing. He died completely several times and then came back to life. It is not regeneration, but the realm of immortality.
Could it be that I in my previous life completed the elixir of immortality and fed it to Nivea? Then I might have made a contract with a snake in my previous life.
One question was solved, but I returned to the manor with many more questions. Wither was waiting casually for me who suddenly disappeared while talking.
I felt sorry for something that seemed so familiar. Meet a slightly better lord in the next life of Wither.
For a while after that, I always carried a leopard skin. But it didn’t happen again.
I spent as much time as possible with Nivea after the project was completed. I took Nivea to see places with beautiful scenery and famous tourist spots all over the world.
It was partly to enjoy, and partly to observe the cracks in her soul. I discovered that when Nivea used the power of the curse, the rift in her soul grew little by little.
The power of a curse is not always used only to kill people. There were more uses of curses than I thought, such as putting a curse of corruption weakly to quickly ferment food or alcohol, or putting a curse of paralysis on a seriously injured person to reduce pain for a while.
I told Nivea about this and hoped to avoid using the curse completely if possible. Any way you think about it, it’s not a good thing to have a crack in your soul. Nivea also acknowledged and accepted it.
After a long period of time, almost like being married to Nivea, Nivea confided in one concern.
It was that there would be no children. That was the part that I also thought was a little strange. So, I went to two human body experts in the New World to see them.
In conclusion, the problem was me. It was a little bit expected. Because I am just a soul borrowing this body. I vaguely thought that might be the case. However, when I heard the definitive diagnosis, I didn’t feel good.
However, nothing has changed in our relationship. Nivea rather comforted me.
Wither said that I was quite a flirt in my previous life, but I thought that maybe I figured this out pretty quickly in my previous life.
Of course, I had no intention of becoming a playboy in this life.
Over time, honing spatial skills has become quite familiar now. Now I was able to handle the power quite elaborately.
I can’t compete with the size of my power, but now I think I can say that I’m much higher than Emperor Eugene of the past in terms of sophistication.
However, if it is the end of spatial technology, it will eventually open the door to another dimension like Emperor Yujin, but this is not really easy.
I learned various knowledge from Setas and tried it, but I can’t even open the phase dimension yet. It seems that the size of power is more important than the sophistication of technology.
After so many years, I finally succeeded in cutting a leopard skin with the skills I had honed over the years.
First of all, I cut a very small part of the leopard skin to make the cover of the book. The leather was cut very thin to make a string, and it was threaded through Arachne’s needle and sewn.
When the cover was finished, I expected something dramatic to happen, but nothing happened.
So, I wondered if it was just a waste of leather due to a failure in production. However, when some of the records were bound and inserted into the cover, a change occurred.
All the letters on the record began to be sucked in, like being absorbed into a leopard skin cover. It was a bit bewildering at first. It was because it was a useless function if you could only absorb it and take it out and read it again.
It took quite a long time to find a way to bring the absorbed content back out. If others saw it, it would have looked like they were holding on to books all day and doing all sorts of crazy things.
Fortunately, it wasn’t just for a day or two that I behaved strangely, the servants of the mansion accepted it very naturally.
After a long battle with the records, the method I found out is a kind of yeomsa. Now you don’t have to use artifacts to record them. Memories that I strongly recall are automatically recorded and absorbed into the outer cover, and in a similar way when I take them out, the contents protrude from the leather outer cover and are written on the paper.
In the meantime, the amount I recorded by hand or using artifacts is considerable. Even though the basement of the mansion was remodeled into a huge warehouse, most of it was occupied by records. In terms of number of volumes, it is approximately 20,000.
Rather than discovering a new method of recording, I began to think about when to absorb all these 20,000 records.
In order to absorb the records underground, I unintentionally lived in seclusion for quite a long time.
It is much faster to write with salt thread than to write simultaneously with twenty Artifact Pens. You can carry a book and record at the same time.
While I was diligently feeding my books underground, a sad thing happened in the New World.
Ben Bezalel is dead. Even the father of the remodeled human, who created technology that transcended the age that Setas acknowledged, could not beat time.
He is 98 years old, which is a long enough age for a human being. Antariel, who met in his later years and became his best friend while doing the same research, urged Ben Bezarel to live longer by modifying his body until the end, but Ben Bezarel refused.
The 200 remodeled humans he left behind had already been handed over to several people.
Funerals were held quite large in the New World. Everyone who knew him from the New Continent and the Tempest Territory participated.
The saddest was, of course, Antariel. After the funeral, Antariel left the lab and returned to the cave where he originally resided.
All joint research by Ben Bezalel and Antariel has been discontinued. I tried several times to convince him to continue researching, even for Ben Bezarel, but I didn’t have the skills to do anything about a person who was deeply disappointed.
Nivea, who attended the funeral with me, was staying in the New World for a while. Nivea’s territory was now running well without Nivea. In particular, Vernant Hakor, a descendant of the ancients, manages the territory well with almost full power, just like the Wither of the Akasha territory.
As I had half intended, Vernant married a witch from the Nivea estate and changed his affiliation to the Nivea estate.
The married witch’s ability is mind reading, so I don’t think her married life will be particularly happy, but it was fortunate that she was still happy.
While we were sitting under the shade of a tree with Nivea, drinking tea and watching the busily moving different races, a beastman child approached us.
“Do you want to eat an apple?”
The beast-man child who holds out two apples with his furry hands is named Peace.
He is a child of the White Wolf tribe, and he is a very unusual guy who likes fruit more than meat. And he’s one of the few kids who approach me without being afraid.
“thanks.”
I took the two apples from the child and handed one to Nivea. Nivea likes beast tribe children. Originally, I like small animals and children, but since those two are combined, it was only natural that I like them.
Nivea called Peace, put him on her lap, and stroked him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and enjoyed Nivea’s touch.
“hehehehe!”
I’m patient because I’m a girl. If he was a male, he would have spanked him.
“Should I raise this child?”
Peace has no parents. The Beasts still go out to sea to hunt, even though they don’t have to do that anymore. In the meantime, if it encounters a sea beast, it will fight without backing down. Rather enjoy it. This is their instinct and destiny. Both of Peace’s parents died in the fight.
In fact, there are a lot of beast people who die like that, so there is a part that is fortunate. Because the fertility of the beast race is beyond imagination. If the population had not been controlled in this way, the New World might have been covered with beasts.
Nivea’s questions hit me right where it hurts.
“Do whatever you want. But raising that child in the outside world is going to be pretty tough, you know?”
“Witches weren’t easy either. But I did it.”
There are no beasts living in the outside world yet. Vampires have been gone for a long time, and there are very few dwarves in the Tempest Manor, but elves and beastmen are not yet living in the outside world.
That’s what elves originally have, but since the beasts themselves are heterogeneous in appearance, it’s not easy to fit into the human world.
“Can I go outside?”
Peace, sitting on my lap, rolls his eyes and asks me.
“Do you want to go out?”
“yes!”
“Then it will be.”
Peace became the first beastman to live in the outside world.