A king who kills others, a god who kills himself – 4
A quick and stealthy surprise. If I had come alone, I might have lost my life unknowingly. But why did I bring Tyr? In terms of protecting me from humans, Tyr is my most trustworthy ally.
Aji protects me, but he’s not good against humans, and regressors are good against humans, but he doesn’t protect me.
Darkness rose from the pitch-black parasol. The shadow that had attacked me was enveloped in darkness and crashed to the ground. When he turned his head, he saw Tyr holding his fist tightly.
As expected. I mean you lined it up well.
“Is it okay to use darkness when there is sunlight?”
“A little is no problem. It is also a shady place.”
While I was talking with Tyr and Oh Sun Do-soon, I heard a voice from an attacker wrapped in darkness.
“Warning. I am speaking for you.”
The assailant said without a moment’s hesitation, how proud he was of a subject stuck on the ground.
“If you want to protect yourself, turn around and walk right away. Forget what you see, erase what you hear and leave. Don’t think you’ll find it again Curiosity will kill you.”
“Aren’t you asking too much? How could I not be curious?”
The assailant wears a golden mask with thick robes covering his body. As if he was trying to hide his face and body shape.
However, that effort was not worth it. The bulging back clearly showed its presence even under the robe.
Hunchback. There is only one hunchback I have seen in all countries.
Slowly approaching, I put my hand on the golden mask and said.
“You, who must have been dead, are alive like this.”
Click. Unlocking the lock and lifting the golden mask, I called the owner of the face beneath it.
“Isn’t that right, Lord Rowket?”
Rocket, the heat-blast brewer. The lord of the nations who had been killed by Hilde at the camp was clearly in front of his eyes.
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Muttered in an emotionless voice.
“Is he dead? After all, I wasn’t one to live for a long time.”
“Thanks to that, it became clear that you were a homunculus. If so, then this must mean that this is the Golden Palace, right?”
“Are you trying to approach the Golden Palace without knowing? Aren’t lives worth it? No.”
He looked up at me while pinned to the ground and asked.
“Aren’t you afraid of the soul that will be polluted here, the dignity that will be insulted, and the being that will be trampled on?”
“It’s none of my business whether it’s the soul, dignity, or uniqueness. All I care about is my life.”
“Awesome.”
“What? Compared to the original, that one is much more decent, isn’t it?”
Affection blooms in the exchange of virtues. How could such a normal conversation continue? If you turn a person with a lot of money into a homunculus, a decent result will come out.
I expected to make similar discoveries, but… You’re lucky to show up right away. Because thanks to you, I don’t even have to explain.
“Whew. No way….”
The one who died once is right in front of you. Tyr, who witnessed this unbelievable sight, was stunned in a rare way. She has lived for 1200 years and is not surprised unless it’s for the most part, but her truth revealed in front of her eyes deserves to surprise even her.
“You mean, the Golden Sutra, can create humans…? ?”
A reasonable guess, and close to the answer. However, the golden mirror did not reach that level. I shook my head and pointed to the heat-poisoned wine.
“You cannot create a human being in the true sense of the word. If it could be created perfectly, there would be no need to imitate the heat-poisoned wine, and if it was true, it would have the same character as the original.”
If you can create humans, then the golden gong should be the king of humans. No, if you think about it, even a human king cannot be created without having children. If that’s the case, you should go beyond the king and call him a god.
However, the golden mirror did not reach the realm of a god. If he became a god, he wouldn’t even have to collect humans.
“But at least… You have created the human ‘body’ almost perfectly. A heat blast lord, right?”
The heat-bombing master shook his head.
“Perfect? No. It is ideal. The body created by Hwanggeumgyeong is an extreme limit that imperfect humans will never reach. If only the original body was intact, there would be no flaws in this body.”
“Whoa. It’s a machine made of flesh and blood. If so, is it the same for crops cursed by the Golden Scroll?”
“Crops created by the Golden Sutra are not cursed. Rather, his work is ‘ideal’, it’s just that it’s a crop and has excellent alchemical properties.”
Alchemy is a property that responds to alchemy. Trees and grass are known to have low alchemy properties due to their irregular structure, but the crops created by Golden Mirror have a different shape.
So those who filled their bodies with the crops of the Golden Sutra resonate with the Golden Sutra?
“And… It’s not just the ‘body’. If that is the Hoeju who understands even a little the great principle of Hwanggeumgyeong. Even that image.”
It was right after the owner of the heat blast uttered those words.
A localized explosion occurred throughout the entire body of the heat blast week. An explosion is the release of heat and light. Darkness exploded, and the restraints of the heat bombist weakened for an instant. Steel wings suddenly rose through the cracks. Without a moment to say anything, the heat blast shot up high into the sky.
“The image of Hoeju is fundamentally rooted in the Golden Sutra. Even if it is a unique magic, it is only a technique that can be reproduced by the golden mirror.”
Locket’s juggernaut, Solvent. It appeared before us in a far more ferocious and powerful form than before. The heat blast brew roared at us, embroidering the entire solvent with flames.
“I am the guardian of the Golden Palace! Die regretting coming here… !”
Sheesh. That idiot He’s acting like he’s a real human being. If I were a human, I would have read your thoughts and stole your unique magic.
But I can’t read the thoughts of ‘that’. Innate magic cannot be stolen. No matter how you think about it….
[Place it.]
At that time, I heard a voice from somewhere. The heat-bombing lord, which was about to rush at it while scattering sparks, stopped in mid-air.
“Golden sashimi… !”
As if to answer that, the voice of the woman called the golden hoe rang calmly.
[Let it come. The Golden Sutra needs inspiration.]
“Kuh… !”
The heat blast that distorted her face reaped the flames. The solvent that lost momentum fell to the ground in an instant. Kung, and landed on the ground with both feet, Yeolpokhoeju shouted as she glared at me.
“You… ! You will regret not dying here… !”
Have you been considerate of us while leaving only residual thoughts? On the subject of corpses.
Being funny, I patted the heat bomb owner’s shoulder with a light smile.
“Nothing like that. Do you think I have nothing to regret until I die?”
The lord of the hot bomb glared at me and put on the golden mask again. I turned around and headed for the Golden Palace, leaving behind the sage.
Now we have come. It is felt. Golden mirror. The thoughts of a demon god who can create all things.
***
Yuria Elric, the king of gold who has acquired all the wealth in the world and the king of steel who has learned all the knowledge and skills in the world. She smacked her desk with the fan in her hand, disgruntled.
Having recreated all the skills in the world and learned a lot of knowledge, she was suffering from severe boredom.
Born with the power of a king, she can create anything except what she can’t. The line between her possible and impossible is clearly visible, but what meaning does her challenge have? To her, who does not feel the joy of going through the unknown, her world is like a banal and monotonous textbook.
If there was one thing she was devoted to, it was to raise her disciples.
Humans are creatures of chaos. Even Elric, who understands everything, humans are unpredictable. Although the technology is not even close to the feet, the disciples’ insignificant imagination becomes a source of inspiration. Like all other Elrics, Yuria Elric also had numerous disciples.
But these days, even that is not cool.
It all started with an assignment that Elric joked around with.
Fill this room with one piece of gold.
It was widely believed to be a test of wisdom and wit, but that was not true.
If you roll one piece of gold as seed money, you can fill this room. At least Elric did.
A sword that is sharper than anything else and more durable than anything else is sold at a price that is several times higher than that of a normal sword.
An alloy created by combining several metals in a specific ratio is worthy of being called a legendary metal.
It is possible to use only a small part of Elric’s skills.
Elric wanted that. She hoped that her students would pull their hair out and try everything so that they could earn as much gold as possible.
One.
“The light of the candles filled the room. Even the brilliance of gold is colorless in front of real light, so isn’t it only light that can fill this room?”
Someone did such a trick. It was childish, but it was a novel answer that appeared among many failed works, so Elric praised him greatly. It’s not the direction I wanted, but this was also enough inspiration.
The problem was then.
“It’s a torch!”
“It’s a scented candle!”
“Smoke!”
But after that, everyone started giving the same answer. As if that would be the correct answer.
A novel answer becomes stale after repetition. Even more so, if it’s just an expedient, it’s just annoying. So Elric prepared the second problem.
“Bring back what you filled with gold.”
Then everyone would look bewildered and tear their hair out.
It was not an issue with deep meaning. Elric was just grumpy. Whether it’s light or incense, he loses his value once he spreads it.
It was around the time that Elric’s strategy worked perfectly, and the people who were playing tricks gradually decreased.
“It’s a bell! The bells filled this room!”
Perhaps the news was late, a disciple appeared with a small bell. As usual, Elric gave the second question.
“Please turn this into gold.”
“Yes, yes? Do you mean gold?”
The disciple was greatly embarrassed. Guessing his intentions, Elric clicked his tongue loudly.
There are such people among craftsmen. Those who know how to buy and make things, but do not know how to sell them. Even if you are good at technology, if you do not have talent in business, you will be mistreated for the rest of your life. Elric said with a frown.
“You mean you can’t?”
“Me, me. I’m sorry I can’t figure out anything…. Teach me….”
I was very angry.
Until now, there have been many people who have brought candles or spices. Hating them for proudly presenting them with a flower pot, Elric tricked him into changing it back to gold. Then, those who followed the shortcuts written by others without hesitation would become contemplative.
However, unlike those that lose value over time, species retain their value. It wasn’t the answer Elric had hoped for, but the bell made by the disciple was a high-quality product that rang from deep in the heart. Even if you sell it as it is, you will easily earn the gold you spent.
But you say you can’t even do this?
In the past, I praised the base that filled the room with light because I gave high marks to flexible thinking and smirk. However, on the subject of repeating the expedients I heard somewhere like a parrot, there is not even a detail, so I am asking you to teach me.
Elric’s face distorted terribly.
“You have turned gold into insignificant iron, but don’t you know how to turn iron into gold! On the subject of turning gold into trash, you want to become the king’s apprentice?! f*ck off! Until you turn it into gold!”
When Elric shouted, the disciple went away in a panic. Elric, who kicked out the poor student at once, clicked his tongue and sat down.
The sound of the bell was good. The bell.
However, such a technique was too trivial for Elric, who had the power of understanding. The moment you understand it, it becomes a very easy technique….
No skill can impress Elric anyway. If so, shouldn’t he rather have a wit like the guy who shamelessly brought candles?
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have praised him in the first place. Elric lamented and called for the next visitor.
A day has passed.
Two days have passed.
During the three days, Elric took care of numerous disciples and welcomed guests from far away. It was around the time that the memory of the disciple who made a good bell sound in everyday life was gradually being forgotten.
“I did it, I did it! You are the eternal Elric. I have done what your Majesty commanded!”
He kept his word that he would exchange the bell for gold. However, that method far exceeded even the imagination of Elric, who had learned all kinds of skills and knowledge.
In front of Elric, a brilliant golden bell was placed.