memories of anger.
A myriad of voices filled with rage raced through my head.
-Isn’t it unfair?
-Aren’t you annoyed?
– This world. everyone who doesn’t know you
―The ignorant people who neither acknowledge nor respect you.
-Remember that no one honored you when you died.
―Recognize and acknowledge that everyone was enthusiastic about your death.
-Look. This is the world after you die.
The world was a festival.
All the people on the continent held hands and were enthusiastic about the death of the demon emperor Reinhardt. They cheered and shed tears.
Not a single person expressed condolences on my death.
not even one.
“Even the word devil is not enough. Demon King Reinhardt is dead!”
“The great hero Malfiel killed the demon king who drove the continent into pain and despair!”
“hurray! hurray! hurray!!!”
“Ahhh!”
Those tears aren’t shed because you’re sad.
They are smiling and shedding tears, so that is a true cheer.
world after I die.
The world immediately after the end of Emperor Reinhardt’s iron-blooded rule.
―Although it is said to have returned to the past, that is also a story that existed.
– Do you think that will change? Do you think you can change it?
―They are always ready to laugh at you and destroy you.
-No one is interested in your injustice. I just need something to resent.
―Even if you change 99 out of 100 things, one mistake is enough. In the end, we will all walk the same path.
―Well, you are hated, but aren’t you a genius?
– So kill me. break it wreck it
– Be angry.
No matter how hard you try, the results will not change.
If even one of the hundred futures fails, they will accuse me of failing all.
Either way, they don’t care about me.
Everyone in the world doesn’t listen to Reinhardt’s story.
I am only interested in my failures.
So far, I’ve been doing just fine by chance. The moment you take even one step, the past will eventually repeat itself.
[warning. The energy of ‘Rage’ has exceeded the allowable limit.]
I ignored Zero’s warning.
I tried to control the anger that Zero had absorbed, but it was not enough.
I was giving myself over to anger.
Even after coming back, I’ve never been properly angered.
I just thought it was my fault, my fault, and I was careful not to make a mistake. There was absolutely never a time when I expressed my anger as it was.
– Be angry.
– Be angry.
– Be angry.
shut up
Even if you don’t say it, I’m angry.
pure anger. For the first time in my life, I entrusted my body to it.
I couldn’t help but be angry.
because I saw
‘Malfiel.’
Malfiel arrived in front of me before I knew it.
The person who killed me, who insulted me.
*
I feel the signs of anger.
It is exploding and oxidizing intensely.
Only then did Malfiel raise his huge torso.
‘Silverfang, you overdo it.’
Silver Fang used his last rage.
And that’s only for dealing with humans.
Silverfang was dying from the deep wounds he had inflicted.
Even so, he recklessly used his anger, so he is no longer his enemy.
‘It took more than ten years for a feat like this.’
At most, the feat of capturing one human alive.
Of course, it was not a pleasant task for Malfiel, who had a hatred of humanity, but it was not difficult either.
It’s absurd that it took more than ten years.
If it wasn’t for Silverfang of Fury, he would have achieved it right away.
However, Silver Fang in its heyday was stronger than most dragons.
In fact, some dragons fearlessly attacked and died.
Malfiel also hit and run several times, but it didn’t come out.
However, in a recent showdown, Malfiel struck Silver Fang’s heart.
A fatal wound that cuts off the flow of life and mana.
In the first place, Malfiel continued to grow stronger.
On the other hand, Silverfang was a sun that was going down after passing its heyday.
an obvious result. There was no excitement whatsoever.
Rather, it just annoys me that I couldn’t achieve it sooner.
‘Still, I’ve been fighting for over ten years, so I’ll have to look at his dying face.’
Raising his body and spreading his wings, Malfiel flew in the sky.
We headed steeply to the valley, the hideout of the wolves.
But soon a change was noticed.
‘Well?’
The dying rage suddenly grows stronger.
I could feel the mana of anger flowing all over the forest.
An ominous mana.
The mana of anger is disgusting even for Yongin himself.
However, that is impossible.
There was no way Silverfang, who was dying, would suddenly awaken, and even if he did, it would be impossible to develop this level of mana.
Besides, this mana didn’t have the unique feeling he felt from Silverfang.
‘More soggy, more ominous mana of anger.’
It is qualitatively different from Silver Fang.
Mana was confining the entire forest as if it were her own territory.
And it wasn’t just a feeling.
‘··· hand?’
Transparent hands made of mana.
Thousands, tens of thousands… countless hands filled the forest.
Soon, Malfiel was able to know the identity of those hands.
‘It’s the ghost’s hand. Do they belong to those you killed?’
Then it’s the ghost’s hand.
But I couldn’t understand.
Even if Silver Fang was the master of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Wrath, it was too many.
That specter’s hands were too many to be counted as merely the number of wolves.
In fact, Silverfang was able to create a ‘seal of blood’ according to the number he hunted.
Exactly 17,844 blood marks were launched into the air, and the same number of magic bullets could be fired at the same time.
It is a characteristic of anger.
When almost 20,000 magic bullets rained down at the same time, even the dragon could not avoid it.
But those hands far outnumbered the magic bullets.
Hundred thousand.
No, even 100,000 is not enough.
‘million.’
The number of hands felt like a transcendent dragon exceeded one million.
However, it is impossible.
A single wolf, even if it’s a dragon, kills that number.
So, is this the number killed by all those who possessed anger?
However, even that is incomprehensible.
Because… it was increasing.
the number on that hand.
Enough to fill the forest.
Because it was constantly growing.
‘Ten thousand…?’
Eventually, that number crossed 10 million.
There’s no way that the number that catches up with your feeling is wrong.
It was much more sensitive than other dragons, so I was sure.
“How dare you like a wolf…”
Malfiel gnashed his teeth at the hands grabbing his wings and pulling them.
Something like a dead ghost tries to drag him away.
“go away.”
Charleureuk!
Lightning flashed through Malfiel’s body. The ghost’s hands ricocheted away, but then more hands began to move towards Malfiel.
Malfiel frowned.
‘I can’t approach the main body.’
That ghost’s hand is unconscious. It just pulls down everything it can get its hands on.
The large body is rather a weakness.
In the end, Malfiel materialized in human form.
Afterwards, he wrapped Mana in a circle to create his own territory and prevented the hands from encroaching.
Even so, the hands of the ghosts that constantly rushed towards him were enough to make him tired of looking at them.
‘I have to kill Silverfang to finish it.’
I need to make a quick decision.
I don’t know how the dying guy developed such a ‘power domain’, but if there was a change, I couldn’t leave it alone.
Malfiel, who flew through the air and descended the valley, finally appeared inside the cave.
And saw.
Wolf of Ageus.
The human girl he was supposed to capture was trembling in fear.
And next to it, a human figure stained black.
“What are you?”
Kaaa!
Howling.
A voice like metal hit Malfiel’s shield.
Then the mana wall, the mana stumbled.
only one cry at a time.
‘Is there a shield that won’t budge even with dragon words?’
Malfiel’s expression hardened.
He’s not Silver Fang.
But I was using rage.
Besides, that rage was very different from the rage Silver Fang was using.
What should I say?
That anger, that look.
‘······ It’s like a beast.’
Even more like a beast than a wolf.
No beast could be more beastly than me.
A black shadow filled only with anger and instinct leaped towards Malfiel.
*
“Hey, what is this?”
The Lord of Hainan trembled and looked up at the sky.
Even though the sun was up in the middle of the sky, the world was dark.
A cloudy gray sky.
the sky closed Everything that existed above the sky began to be dragged down.
This phenomenon happened right after the soldiers fled to the lord’s castle.
Not only the lord, but also the soldiers, knights, and even the paladins showed signs of uneasiness.
Because it was the first time I saw them.
‘Nonsense.’
Saint Jasmine’s eyes wavered as she looked up at the sky.
It was because she was the only one who had a clue about this phenomenon.
It was also visible in her eyes.
The hands of countless ghosts that filled the territory.
the cry of the dead.
gray sky.
A blasphemous hand.
It is not anger that has this symbolism.
Neither Silverfang nor the previous Rage users could produce such a phenomenon.
As a saint, she knew.
Because she was a saint, she was endowed with power only to punish the devil’s church.
then······.
Kururrr!
The gray sky cries.
As the world shook, huge marks began to form one by one in the middle of the forest.
something appeared
in that forest.
It is clear that an existence that should not exist in this world has appeared.
It was not Silver Fang, but the true master of anger had appeared.
“Quaaa!”
A huge roar.
Something floated in the air with a violent vibration.
People couldn’t help but be shaken by its identity with its huge body and wings.
“dragon?”
“Yo, it’s a dragon!”
“Wasn’t the dragon a lost mystery?”
······ dragon. It was also a huge Jackie Chan.
So, is that dragon the cause of all these phenomena?
Dragons, the seven great disappearing mysteries and the supreme beings, should be able to cause this phenomenon.
‘no. It’s not that dragon.’
Saint Jasmine trembled.
Unmatched aura.
Ease is not an issue.
“Noooooum!”
Kurrureung!
aaang!
Lightning surges. A whirlpool was blowing through the forest.
Extensive and formidable destructive power.
It seems much more powerful than the stories told in myths and legends.
Isn’t it majestic enough to lightly blow up at least one country?
However, the dragon’s body was already full of wounds.
It was evident that he was overworked and in a hurry.
On the other side of the dragon was a black seal.
Saint Jasmine staggered after confirming the black figure that was like a shadow.
That use, not even Silver Fang.
It wasn’t anger either.
That’s… that’s that.
“… deadly sins.”
The end of ＜ True Anger ＞