6. Proof of Existence (69)
“… … Don’t fall apart.”
It was a miracle.
I thought so. The creatures of the forest, which had been horribly destroyed by the horrors of the battlefield, were sprouting again.
Broken trees regenerate.
The fallen grass straightened up again, and the fragrant scent of flowers tickled the tip of my nose.
My trembling eyes looked up at the saintess.
The woman surrounded by divine light had a mischievous line.
No, on the other hand, pathetic.
It was a lovely smile.
“Don’t fall down. Don’t despair, don’t give up.”
A bird chirping somewhere.
The overgrown forest cast a shadow. It didn’t take long for the dry slope to transform into a private shelter for the two of us.
A few seconds, or even less.
Before I knew it, a group of lights was dancing.
It was a firefly.
“Sometimes fate will trample on you, throw you down, insult you and spit on you… Even so, don’t break it.”
“Why why… … .”
do you have to do that
Why does God prepare such a cruel fate and hope that it will not be broken by us?
I wanted to spit out a refutation.
Crying and blowing, I felt like I wanted to force myself in front of God. Anything is fine, so please don’t take her away from me.
But I finally hung my head. because nothing came out
And I want to engrave the woman’s last request in my heart.
Because to me she was like the whole world.
Before long, the stopped woman’s index finger began to move again.
Then, a finger pokes at my left shoulder.
Only then did I realize the meaning of the hand gesture.
“Don’t be defeated by fate. Struggling, struggling. this is it… … .”
With a click, the woman’s index finger touches her right shoulder for the last time.
It was a surname.
Hearing sobs, the woman quietly grabbed my chin and forced her gaze.
She was a woman who always had a proud and dignified expression. But today was different.
Dappled with love and affection, faint dew formed around the eyes of the woman who smiled pitifully.
“… … It is your will.”
The silence didn’t last long. The woman slowly approached me and kissed me, and time passed like an instant and an eternity.
In the end, the woman asked me with a face that looked like she was about to cry.
“Do you believe me, Ian?”
To that short question, I quickly came up with thousands of answers.
At most, the words that were spoken out were only one word at most.
“… … Immanuel.”
May the Lord be with you.
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There was a general uproar.
The sound of gossip was echoing throughout the Mount Court. Even the judges, who had stern faces, had serious faces.
It was immediately after the man’s finger moved. The fallen man had no sign of getting up yet.
It was after experiencing hundreds of deaths.
If the body quietly listened to the words, that side was even weirder. It was because all life wants to live, and the instinct to avoid death is located in the deepest place.
Even so, why?
Tak, the man gritted his teeth and the foot he stepped on became a stepping stone.
Press down on your knees with your hands. With a deep moan, the man’s body staggered to his feet.
It was a sight that had already been repeated countless times.
It was a mental strength that made me admire every time I saw it. However, there was no reason for the tens of thousands of people to show agitation at a fact that had already been proven hundreds of times.
If there is a reason to do so, there is only one.
Something different.
There was no clear evidence yet, but everyone in the room had a hunch. The sound of tens of thousands of people exchanging opinions filled the Court on the Mount.
This was a fact that could be known just by looking at the saint’s appearance. Leaving behind the lost saintess, the saint gazed at Ian with deeply sunken eyes.
quitting, doing
A faint creaking sound came from somewhere. Including these points, the saint caught the man’s every gesture in his field of vision.
It was just a small gesture.
I almost fell several times while getting up. Every time that happens, that pitiful figure who manages to get himself up by using his fists to support himself as if hitting the ground.
However, in the meantime, the magic around him reacted several times.
That brief gap where the man with his head lowered straightened his posture and managed his breathing.
The air in response to the man’s breathing scattered star dust. A state where everything responds to that will, even without intention.
Lee Chae brushed past the eyes of the saint. He didn’t even move, waiting for the man’s full awakening.
Before long, the moment the man raised his head again.
The rushing gale created a gust of wind and soared high.
“Quaaagh!”
Screams burst through the crowd.
Pak, Pak, Pak!
The incandescent world let out a majestic cry.
Centered on the man, countless starlights are shining in the air. As the veil of night approaches, the light will shine brighter.
It was like looking at the night sky.
Among the silvery Milky Way descending to the ground, there was another star that stood out the most.
It was the pupil of the man at the center of it.
A golden glow shimmered beyond the man’s retinas. This was also a symbolic phenomenon that showed that Mu-in had reached a certain level.
A smirk escaped from the saint’s mouth.
“… … High Expert.”
The plain sentiment made the Court on the Mount even more turbulent.
What kind of level is High Expert?
Only the strong who truly stood before the Master could receive that honorable title. This also meant that images had reached the stage of overpowering reality and distorting the laws of the world.
About twenty people across the continent.
It was the moment when another name was added to the last line of the list.
After hundreds of deaths, did he finally awaken his image?
Though thinking so, the saint could not erase his doubtful gaze. No matter how much he had experienced reaching his limits, being a high expert was not easy.
It was not to the extent that the victim could not even use his hands to reach it.
I thought I would have to die at least a thousand or tens of thousands more times.
Then, at some point, the saint’s sky-blue eyes stopped. In Ian’s arms, something was crying.
pitch black rod.
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Just because it was hidden under his clothes, he couldn’t avoid the saint’s five senses. Only then did the saint smile as if he had realized it.
It was an object that helped when looking beyond the boundary.
I don’t know where he got such a valuable item, but the pitch-black rod was responding to the owner’s will. With that help, he must have seen the ‘truth’.
Before long, the saint’s closed eyelids slowly began to open.
Those sky-blue eyes were already stained with joy.
A warrior who has reached High Expert will finally realize the true power of imagery. In other words, it also meant that the laws of this world could be twisted in a limited way.
What kind of miracle will that man’s image show?
Indeed, for the first time in a long time, the saint’s heart was pounding.
“hehehe, have you witnessed a fragment of the truth at the end of countless deaths? good I’ll hang out with you… Now, come!”
With a ferocious smile, the saint spread his arms in excitement.
It was a signal that he would give up his lead.
It was an impossible proposal without absolute confidence.
Over the past few decades, the saint has not suffered a single injury. No, it was to the extent that he had never even cut his collar, let alone get hurt. It was the same even when talented people from all over the continent asked for instruction.
Decades ago, only one sword-crazy kid had dealt a valid blow to the saint.
‘Honour trial’ was also not an exception to the undefeated myth of the saint.
Since the start of the honor trial, no one has harmed the saint. It didn’t matter how strong the opponent was.
The saint never once did not use a weapon. It meant that he had no opponent to show his strength.
Perhaps it will be the same today.
With such a judgment, the saint tensed his body with anticipation.
Pak, do.
I witnessed a trail of silver light penetrating my body.
how?
For an instant, the saint’s eyes shook. In order to properly grasp the situation, a fine time difference was required.
The opponent couldn’t even take a proper stance. Of course, it was normal to not be able to wield the sword properly. How much more so to cover this distance in one go and launch a sword strike.
It was physically impossible.
But it was difficult to think of other possibilities. The seat where the man had been standing until just before was empty, only the wind was blowing.
Slowly, the saint’s gaze turned to his back.
There, a man stood with his back to the saint. Although he was about to kneel down, gasping for breath, as if he had burned all his strength.
Unbelievable.
It felt like being tricked into a malicious prank. It was as if someone had intentionally erased every single scene from the man pulling out his sword, stepping forward, and reaching that spot.
Only the beginning and end of the offensive remained and were stitched together.
Without doing so, I wouldn’t be able to escape the saint’s eyes.
The saint’s worries, which continued for the time that divided each moment into moments, eventually came to an end.
Blood is pouring out, bursting out.
“… … The Holy Son bleeds!”
Cries of astonishment shook the Mount Court.
For the first time since the honor trial began.
The saint was bleeding.