156. Meeting (2)
The world is a huge collection of stories. If so, the main character would also exist.
Jerobeok, jeobeok. The steps were slow. Arjen felt a huge pressure he had never felt before slowly gripping his body. Just as a snake uncoils and coils itself around the toes of its prey, the space in which the illusion collapsed grew enormous for an instant and then began to shrink.
But don’t you think there can’t be two main characters?
Someone whose face is covered in darkness. The shadows cast seemed to speak.
This sleeper was the main character. He could have been the savior of the world. But isn’t it funny? The story of a person who has never had a single enemy for others until the end saves others. Just because military power is strong, that alone gives you the qualification to save the world.
The darkness was laughing. His voice was full of laughter, as if he couldn’t stand it because it was funny.
That is deception and darkness. But I couldn’t let go of that lingering feeling. Seeing him become a specter and exist in the cracks of the world. What did you want I liked it quite a bit.
“That… What are you talking about?”
Let’s talk. And you’ll find out
The shadows are completely removed. About five steps away. Arjen saw his disfigured self staring at him. A strange look He always looked haggard and darker than he had been fighting on human battlefields. Above all, he had an unusual aura. That guy is strong He is much more than he is now.
“Are you satisfied with that?”
Across the street, a haggard Arjen spoke first.
“Laughing and talking with the zealots who worship that damn god. You can’t even get revenge on the hero who kicked you out of the party. The Isis you loved is not by your side. No one knows you There is only you.”
His eyes were burning with dark red natural fire. Arjen grimaced in displeasure at the hostile, murderous attitude. Did he ever treat others in that way? Arjen recalled the times when he treated others. Looking in the mirror is such an unpleasant thing.
“I saw your memories. It was funny. Did Carla tell you to live like that?”
What bothers me is that attitude of denying what happened. Wasn’t that what she often said about living without looking back at the past? That was not what Arjen looked like. It just seemed like a specter in the egotism that couldn’t let go of the lingering feelings.
“Is it true that you saw the memories? I don’t know what the hell you’re complaining about.”
“I don’t know what the complaint is…. The conversation won’t work. I am quite disappointed right now.”
Arjen laughed at the other self muttering to himself. Who decides whether the conversation works or not, or whether it is disappointing or not?
“What the hell do you guys want? Do you even want me to go slay the hero? Isn’t that what that mysterious voice wants?”
“I want…. If it had been that simple, I would not have come.”
Another Arjen took a step forward. The other side made no stance. He wasn’t even holding a sword. It’s just one simple step. However, Arjen backed away at the sensation of a cold blade thrust into his neck. Be on the lookout. The nerves throughout his body alerted him.
“For now, there is only one thing you want.”
One more step. Suddenly, another Arjen was approaching Arjen.
“If you’re going to waste that body and time like that, give it to me.”
“Where are you talking bullsh*t!”
Bang-!!
The swords were fired almost simultaneously. The two Arjen held their swords in the same posture. Arjen glared at another Arjen. His hand gripping his sword throbbed. He drew the same sword at the same timing. The difference is the speed and the depth of the sword. Arjen raised his head in amazement at its power.
“If it is one agreement, you will understand. How many years and opportunities you have wasted right now.”
Another Arjen shook his sword and said. Arjen gritted his teeth. He wasn’t about to be defeated. The level of swordsmanship is different. The other side – it was already too high.
“It’s just a waste of time. Isn’t it?”
I looked up. It was the first time for Arjen to look up after being broken by someone’s sword. Arjen raised his head, dragging his hands on his floor. Another Arjen’s arrogant expression lurked at the end of his gaze. Arjen stared blankly at it, then he burst out laughing.
“It feels like sh*t, but looking up….”
Would you like to send it nicely? A ferocious expression spread across Arjen’s face.
“Not too bad.”
“You look really stupid. Was that originally the way Arjen Elmion lived?”
Arjen shook his head. I was starting to feel confident. That guy is by no means Arjen Elmion. Only egotism and lingering regrets remain.
“The world changes and people change too. Those who don’t know that will be weeded out.”
At Arjen’s sharp reaction, another Arjen raised his sword expressionlessly.
“It’s a pity that I couldn’t prove it. It is you who will be weeded out this time.”
Hook.
Something like an ice field dug into his chest. The ice field was cold inside the body, then boiled, then cooled again, over and over again. It was Arjen’s life and consciousness that blended together in the flickering temperature. His blood regurgitated in his lungs. Blood poured out of Arjen’s mouth.
“Big… , Heo Eok.”
Arjen decided not to close his eyes. I had to confirm that that damned remnant was a different entity from myself. Blood flowed from Arjen’s black eyes again. Beyond the reddened world, a face identical to his was reflected with his mouth twisted.
“Goodbye, Arjen. Regret everything in the depths of consciousness.”
The virtual space was completely destroyed. Arjen could barely make out that the shadow of the room was at the end of his wandering vision. But it wasn’t Arjen’s own will that moved that body.
“Arjen!!”
He heard a voice calling him. It is Bishop Andrew’s voice. Arjen turned his back and tried to move, but his body was immobilized. Someone was moving my body instead.
First of all, those guys.
At the muttering voice, Arjen shouted. No voice comes out. Slowly, Arjen’s body returned. Arjen could feel it with his whole body.
“Back off!!”
At the same time as the sound came out of Bishop Andre’s mouth, Arjen fired his sword.
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So, how do you feel?
Arjen looked sneering at the voice in his head. There was no blood on her sword. She felt missed. A sword she used well until she acquired the holy sword. A sword that broke while fighting a giant. In this world, it was still intact. Skills were also fully preserved. It wasn’t to the extent of being satisfied, but I was able to show off enough swordsmanship to be able to understand.
“There is no specific inspiration. I don’t even think there should be.”
I missed the ones I was aiming for. The joy of getting a new body quickly fades away, and now there is only the feeling of having missed the goal. Arjen clicked her tongue as he looked at the bodies of the heretic inquisitors strewn across her floor.
“It’s strange that these guys didn’t get exterminated here and still managed to survive.”
Arjen turned the Heretic Questioner’s face with the tip of her sword to check. A look of astonishment. Maybe she didn’t even know she was being cut the moment she was cut. Arjen checked the faces of each and every one of them and put his sword into her scabbard. The sighting is over. Now it was our turn to move.
“What do you want from me?”
Why are you asking me that?
The darkness that still spoke to her in her head was laughing. To Arjen, that eerie laugh had nothing to do with it. Because he wanted something, he must have brought himself back to this world, and it must have been a convenience like this.
“A mercenary must have clear calculations. You have to distinguish whether what goes into your mouth is German or medicine.”
You’re saying that it’s safer to pay for bringing you into this world.
The darkness spoke like a man watching. Arjen thought that someone was looking through him from very high – or from very deep. Of course, now was not the time to dig into the background.
“There is no favor without return. Unless it’s your purpose to call me out.”
Meet the brave.
The darkness spoke without delay.
“That guy?”
Kill the warrior. Do what you must do. You know what it is. After that, I’ll take care of everything myself. Do you understand?
When I said I would take care of it, it was the same as not asking questions. And Arjen was not the talkative one. It is the duty of an exemplary mercenary to just do what he wants to do, not see it if he does not want to see it, and be indifferent if he does not care. Arjen leaned against the wall and sighed.
“You mean to go and kill me? I don’t think Arjen Elmion’s position in this world is very good for that.”
The hero will find you even if you don’t try to find him.
“… Don’t let that happen.”
Arjen nodded his head with a sigh. In the end, he has to change the outcome of himself and his comrades in that world. Arjen, who knew how this world would end, was something only he could do. Arjen organized time and events in his head.
“Go to the royal road.”
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Arjen declared as if he were declaring war. A plan is drawn up. Only to kill the hero, and to correct the ending that Arjen met in the previous world.
“Those who are fawning beside the hero right now. Kill them first.”
Isn’t that Daphne the woman who followed you before?
“Not here. Daphne here has nothing to do with me. An existence that only looks at one warrior. If you agree to follow me again, I will let you go, but if not, I will kill or capture you.”
Arjen spoke confidently.
“First of all, that nun. She kills the Heretic Inquisitor. If Georg gets in the way, he has no forgiveness for him either. I have no reason to explain my position to him, so she knocks me down. If anyone stands in my way, I will knock him down. If the Queen can be killed too, she will. For you pursued me in the former world. I will call the warrior to me and kill him.”
The words were cool and unstoppable. Arjen’s grip on the hilt of her sword slowly grew stronger.
And what?
There was a smile on the horse of darkness.
“And.”
Arjen knew. How the old world perished. What was the cause She remembered all the calamities that had sprung out as the ‘root’ had been opened. How they started to eat the world, how they destroyed the stars and returned the world to nothingness.
“I will destroy the holy sword.”