163. You have stopped being human!
The ghosts avoided me and entrusted themselves to another me. Essentially, that “I” Was also me. There is only one difference between him and me.
I have three pieces. The guy is a piece. I am stronger according to very simple arithmetic calculations. Oh, yes. And he never met Cream.
So, I win.
“aaa!”
The one who swelled with great darkness squeezed out the ghosts enslaved to him. With a tearing scream, the uniqueness engraved on the specter’s face faded, and black smoke leaked out as if squeezed from the holes in the body.
By drinking the pain and hatred of the ghosts, ‘another me’ grew a black body as if to resist the world that was dyed white. Soon, the black dome collapsed, and a huge black giant rose up to absorb it.
As expected, am I me? Lastly, if you look at the same thing like this. Feeling an unknown nostalgia, I pulled out the ‘sword’ in the world that had returned to its original form.
A tower of swords stuck in the heart of the abyss of the unconscious. The sword form, not the human form, is the essence of myself as I recognize myself. According to my will, the sword was pulled out of the ground and lifted into the air.
“I am the god of this world! I, I created this world!”
“Well, I did it just in case, but you don’t seem to remember much either.”
The white darkness that spreads like a halo and encroaches little by little. In the meantime, the Geosword (巨劍) did not lose its color alone. The shadow of a kneeling giant like a condemned man inside an executioner.
Compared to him, the human form holding the sword was too small. It looks like an ant holding a bell tower in a funny way. However, in a world where everyone becomes a god, any deterrence is permitted.
I swung the sword as it was. The movement of the tower seemed as if the entire world had become a weapon and was falling.
“Even if we really think we are gods-“
Those stories that have been spilled and faded in the flow of time have become clear again in the Memory Palace. During that short, or near-eternity, crushing the giant with a sword, what I think of is defeating the Dark Church, excuse me. These were the stories I saw and explored.
Records of the nameless demons they worship. According to him, this world began when an evil spirit from another universe struck down and killed the giants that originally lived in this world.
For me as well as for the evil spirits, this world was truly a different world. After that, it is said that other gods created three races in the place where the giants were destroyed.
“-We don’t have the talent to make things. You know?”
In its creation, the activity of the evil god is not recorded. Well, to be honest, I still don’t have a clear sense that I’m a god. Actually it is. It’s a story that feels so far away even to a demonic sword that is hundreds of years old.
But I wasn’t surprised, and I felt myself accepting the fact so naturally. Yes, like I, who was extremely wary of her when I first met her cream, fell in love with her naturally at some point. As if he had agreed to the sudden change of emotions without difficulty.
As if it was natural, another emotion settled in my heart.
“Well, I guess God is nothing special.”
The momentary, or near-eternal time of contemplation is over. The giant sword that came down covering the sky crushed the giant’s body.
The body of the guy who ate the darkness and controlled the ghosts, shrunk like a balloon pierced by a needle. The undigested specters within it fled, and were soon absorbed into the darkness that made up this sky.
The Abyss of the Unconscious has now regained its original form. A sword tower stuck in the ground. The specters crouched with their breath held. The only thing that has changed is the small, shabby shadow wriggling under the sword tower.
“Hey, aren’t you dead yet?”
“I… Is…”
The ‘piece’ I swallowed last time was cut in two with a sword, so it died. It is certainly a vitality worthy of admiration. No, this place is a spiritual world, so it should be called mental power.
I approached with curiosity and admiration, and tapped the guy’s thigh protruding from the gap between the sword towers. The other me wriggled and said something, but mostly mumbled incomprehensibly.
“The… Of… The… Of… The… Of the… Of… The… Of… The… Of… The… Of… The… Of… The…..Self…”
Its shape was slowly disintegrating. Even if not, we are fragments of the soul that split from one. It was natural for them to be attracted to each other at a time when power and inferiority became clear.
The important thing is whose personality is the main one. Well, and needless to say who the winner was. I will not merge with him, he will merge with me.
From the point of view of the mind, it is the path to becoming more perfect, but from the point of view of memory, it is the death of an existence. No, that guy is struggling like that.
However, although the steps of the Shinigami can be slowed down by any means, they cannot be completely stopped. As he struggled, I could see his presence dissipating like shards of broken glass.
“I don’t normally do things like this, but since you’re me too, it’s a special service. Any advice?”
“·······.”
What is it, is it already broken to the point where you can’t express your opinion? When I was puzzled, it wriggled slowly and vomited the last mental wave.
Since this place is embodied in images, it sounded like a human voice.
“You…Are…Sword…This…Ah…N…All…”
What nonsense is this? As I looked down at the other me with bewildered eyes, his will finally gave up. His will, which had been shattered into countless pieces, flew along the wind.
A world dyed white. In it, the pieces of black darkness rather stood out. New black snow piles up on the white paper, but it melts quickly without blooming snowflakes as if it had fallen sometime.
The fragmented and scattered souls permeate into me and restore them. A half soul that is imperfect and volatilized, and whose original form is now unknown. In between, new pieces seep in, sticking to the incontinence that has formed here and there, and filling the huge open cracks.
If I were a caterpillar, would I have felt this way when I fabled into a butterfly? The vessel grows, and the image becomes solid. The feeling of taking a leap to a higher existence. More than anything, I could feel all the changes.
“Ha ha, yes.”
The sprawling images recreated memories I had never seen before. A memory that I obviously experienced, but I don’t know because I couldn’t perceive the world in the meantime.
On an anvil of overwhelming size, more suitable for a giant than a human, rested one arm of a blackened Solium Golem. A strange wave and law circle surround it in the form of a cylinder.
And in the center of that anvil, there was a pale corpse (Lich) that moved even after death, and a little girl with hair as white as snow.
‘Is this enough?’
They were far away, with their backs to me, staring at the arm of the Solium Golem, my soul from the past that resided within it. I hadn’t heard of them talking to each other.
At this moment, I heard it clearly.
‘Enough.’
I realized it instinctively. That was the moment I was reborn as a sword.
And it was the moment when I completely died as a human being.
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There was a girl with pure white hair like cream, but clearly different from cream. Appearing to be younger than Cream, she grabbed the air and struck lightly.
A motion that only looks like a child’s hand play. But I could tell that’s hammering The moment when the empty space held in the girl’s hand strikes the soul that hides itself in Solium.
Ugh. Ugh. Trapped in the arms of the golem, unable to perceive the world, the soul wept sadly. With each hammering, the human parts of me were falling away one by one.
Siwoo has not yet adapted to this world. And Shu, an adventurer who opened a golden age in his life by taking his parents’ obvious words, ‘live kindly’, as his own conviction.
It is indomitable because it did not yield in any hardships and trials.
Until an ordinary young man truly became a hero of our time. All the values and morals that he had honed himself fall away as shapeless crumbs under the girl’s hammering.
My parents always asked me to live a good life. Longing for a different world that I still couldn’t abandon even after seeing that rough situation. The belief that people who suffer like me will no longer be sick. Affection for colleagues and acquaintances who saved me.
All of that fell apart, and instead the Elder Lich stuffed new things into it. As the hammering continued, the flames of the soul that Shirepen lit also grew in size.
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The arm that held the sword to save people soon became the sword itself that killed people.
Is this called magical power? I peered into the past with the tiniest fragment of the omnipotence I grasped in the spirit world. A manifestation of a truly divine power that has nothing to do with my will.
In the process of uniting imperfect souls, my power temporarily surpassed the far limit. Now I am not a god, but in the past I was a god.
And the future me will probably be a god too.
Four pieces gathered. Until I regain my complete self, one step forward.