Lightning didn’t fall from the sky – 2
Underground is literally under the ground. Under one layer of the earth, things that cannot be proudly revealed under the light are holding their breath. Humans should not be exposed to sunlight. What you don’t want to reveal. He often comes out and hides things under him that don’t need to be blown away.
The same goes for the lightning tower. There are things I don’t want to see in buildings that channel the power of lightning to the ground.
The entrance to the basement was closed with a thick iron gate. I tried to push it, but it didn’t budge.
It’s natural. It will be difficult if the hidden thing suddenly comes out, or if someone comes to find it.
The lock is invisible. This basement, which can only be accessed by thunderstorms or thunder guardians, is a structure that can only be opened by sending the power of lightning. No matter how great a thief I am, there was no way to open this door as long as I was an ordinary human being….
Until I met the golden mirror.
8 Of spades.
I brought the card. I can hear the sound of sticking and sticking.
The demon’s own magic has broadened the horizon of perception. Things that were simply dismissed as gods. A great principle that nature should follow. Humans have access to that knowledge.
Just like cutting a branch to make a spear or splitting a stone to make an axe, humans who know the reason can split that power and use it. Earth mothers used earth magic, druids used the power of nature, and alchemists used alchemy as tools.
However, it is only used as a tool. Compared to the mystery itself, it is so insignificant. No matter how sharp a tree is cut, do you know the wisdom melted into the annual rings? No matter how finely he grinds the rock, will he realize the value of the jewel forged by the earth? The true mystery is hidden behind the truth.
This idol is meant to remind you of a forgotten mystery.
Swipe the card sideways. I just put it on, so when I put the card away, the original steel door should be there. That’s common sense we expect.
By the way, let’s put the card away… One more card in the adjacent area. It sticks to the door as if it were stuck.
“This makes me feel like a real magician.”
There is no reason to use magic when no one is looking. This is not a trick, but the part that came in contact with the card turned into a real card.
The false beliefs of the old alchemists were true. The origin of all things is one, so if you overcome the barrier of existence, you can change into other substances. Anything has the potential to become gold, and it can also become iron.
… Unfortunately, it seems to be easier to turn into iron than gold.
“Tada…. Oh my, i’m running out of power Magic without a viewer is so futile.”
I sighed and removed the card from the wall. Behind it was the same 8 of spades. When I peeled it off with my fingers, there was one more card.
Patter. Cards made of thin iron fell like rain, and after putting away the cards until there were no more, my fingers scratched the air. Looking down at the floor, there were countless cards strewn about the thickness of the door.
“For some reason, it seems that his abilities are increasingly specialized in stealing. It’s nice to be comfortable.”
I put my hand in to unlock the lock and push the iron door. The sense of resistance, which seemed like it would never open, disappeared somewhere, and the door opened simply.
“Smart, smart. I’m going in.”
After passing through the iron gate, what appeared was a short, dark hallway. On the other side, I see a door that seems to be easier to open than before. Before I just passed by like this, I threw the card just in case.
The electric current spurts with a grip. The card bounced once in place, then instead of rolling, it stuck to the hallway. It is obviously an unnatural movement.
“As expected, lightning seems to be flowing. I can’t be careless.”
A person would rather read in advance and respond with mind-reading. I grumbled and pulled out my 10 of spades. I inserted it into the biological terminal like a clothing packet and took a step.
There is a slight tingling feeling, but it goes away quickly. In front of the earth, the fleeting flash like a thunderbolt fades away. The electric current followed Aki Avatar into my 10 of spades and dissipated.
Breaking through the corridor, I pushed through the second door. It was noticeably lighter than the first, which was made of thick steel. When the door was opened, the scene that Claudia had longed to hide appeared before her eyes.
Countless beds are lined up in rows. It is divided by a partition, and it is much smaller than a standard-sized bed, giving it a cluttered feeling. There are several devices hanging incongruously on top of the bed, which is even cramped.
The sound of crying that accompanied him. The cries of a newborn baby, which can only be annoying, pierce your ears sharply.
The noise is pulsating like crazy. Thoughts of a child, more primitive than that of a beast, without clear language, rush into my mind-reading. Cloudy thoughts, not knowing if it’s pain, lack, or just dissatisfaction. I can read it, but I can’t know it. Because I myself don’t know what it is. Because I haven’t learned yet.
This is not easy. I think I’m going to do a childhood retreat.
“Uh, huh? You can’t come in here!”
‘Right now, all the other Thunder practitioners are out… !’
It was then. The child I saw at the top of the lightning tower the other day found me and came running. Did he say he was a thunder practitioner? He was a child who hadn’t even become a guardian yet, but at least he was the eldest here.
“Hello. Did you say Jerry?”
“Yes, hello…. But how did you get here? If you can’t handle the power of lightning, you can’t approach it!”
“Really? Something tickled me, and it must have been the power of lightning.”
“Hey, did you break through by force? So, an intruder?”
Jerry raised his arm warily. The power of thunder lingers, albeit weakly.
No matter how ordinary I am, I am a strong adult man. Breaking a child’s arm is as easy as breaking a child’s arm. Of course, as an ordinary human being, he wouldn’t use his strength even on a child.
“You know. I am a guest of Uraehoeju. I lost my way.”
“I’m lost, how did you get here… ?”
“If you found the right way, you went to the right one. I came here because I was lost.”
“Sure… ?”
That’s cheating. Anyway, when Jerry had cleared his doubts, I looked around and said,
“By the way, isn’t this inside the lightning tower? They say they’re hunting thunder gods up there, so don’t you have to evacuate?”
“It’s okay. It’s safe in the lightning tower.”
“Ah, so these kids aren’t home and they’re here? To be safe from lightning strikes?”
“These children….”
Whether or not to say it, Jerry hesitated. She wasn’t classified, but it was because she wasn’t even talking about it in public. After thinking for a while, Jerry decided that it would be better to let him know than to be misunderstood, and opened his mouth.
“They are abandoned children.”
“To whom? Thunderstorm Lord?”
“That can’t be! Lord Uraehoe is the one who took care of these children!”
Got it. You’re the model student type. In this case, rather than asking directly, it would be better to intentionally point out a mistake and let her speak with her own mouth.
Although reading thoughts is the most comfortable. I’m a bit crazy now.
“Lord Uraehoe, please be considerate so that all children born in different countries can live in Claudia! However, the bad b*tches abuse that rule, make a child, present it, and get the right to reside in Claudia. As if it were a thing!”
“Aha. Does having a child give you the right to stay at Claudia?”
“Yes. After that, there are many cases where children live saying they don’t know me. I often throw them away.”
Having said this, there is no need to induce further. My emotions become the fuse, and my emotions rise even more. Jerry didn’t even ask for it anymore, but he blew alcohol.
“… Especially if your child has a disability.”
I see. Was the emotion underlying this cry pain? I have a bit of a headache.
When nations give birth to three children, one dies, the other is handicapped, and the last one is born at least outwardly normal. This is because the balance is out of balance when the crops made by the golden mirror form the same body as other “Normal” Crops.
All the babies gathered here are disabled. I don’t know if the parents knew about the disability and abandoned it, or if they had no choice but to entrust it.
“We feed and take care of these children…. Children who overcome obstacles and grow up safely become Ure practitioners. If you overcome obstacles, you will have some resistance to the power of thunder.”
The more you fill your body with the crops of the golden mirror, the better the lightning will pass through. I said with a sad expression.
“So, that means quite a few children die.”
“… I can not help it. Because it’s harsh. I can only hope that God will take these children to a good place….”
Jerry closed his eyes and put his hands together. As if he forgot what he said yesterday that the Celestials are bad.
In the face of unavoidable tragedy, humans can do nothing but wish. Faith sprouts in a place like this. Because I don’t want my wish to disappear like this. Because I want it to lead to that result somewhere.
Faith is inevitably rooted in tragedy. A heart for humanity bumps into reality and sprouts and blooms in the wreckage.
“Wrong.”
“Yes?”
… But sometimes, or quite often. Faith creates tragedy to survive on its own.
The faith created by humans dominates humans in reverse.
“God will not take these children to a good place. Never.”
“Yes, yes?”
“You called me here even though this place is not a good place for these children. I’m not kidding, what do you want me to do after killing you in pain?”
Humans can be dominated. By nature, humans are also beasts, so if something superior appears, they will be shackled around their necks and turned into livestock.
However, the target cannot be faith. Faith is a tool, just as a tool cannot hold and wield a human being.
“Jerry. Where are these children from?”
“Uh, where are you? . In nations….”
“Why are you suffering?”
“Because of the crops in the golden circle, I got handicapped.”
“Who did you call for?”
“Lord Uraehoe….”
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Realizing belatedly that he was being induced, Jerry stopped talking and screamed.
“Ji, you’re trying to frame Lord Thunder! That’s it!”
“No. She wouldn’t have realized either. You may be maintaining this system unintentionally or without thinking about it.”
I know because I read your thoughts. Woo Ree-joo herself has good intentions… I mean, I’m only acting out of a sense of duty. That sense of duty was learned growing up here, just like Jerry.
When Hwang Keum-gyeong eats the crops that he personally fertilized and builds his body, the body becomes strong but becomes weak against external interference. Like a homunculus. If you don’t learn qigong or realize your unique magic, even if you pass by the golden mirror, it will become material.
If you eat the crops made in Claudia, you are no different than any other normal human. Still, when you get close to the golden mirror, there are all kinds of dangers. Because the galloping golden mirror is dangerous to everyone.
But if both openly exist. If the two are balanced enough to mix with each other, they will wander the nations. The tragedy of the nations continues until one side ends.
“Cause and effect, elaborately manipulated, are in balance. All of this would be part of it.”
“Ah, ah….”
Jerry is covering his ears and groaning. Like you want to pretend you didn’t listen to me. However, while Jerry neglected his care for a while, the newborn babies who felt uncomfortable cried louder. Crying spreads like a contagious disease to other babies. For creatures that pass on generations, the cry of the next generation has the power to call the previous one. Dissonance that is bound to be annoying catches everyone and leads them.
Where in the world is hell? This is hell
“Well then, where was this place?”
Normally, I would stop here. They will shed tears lamenting the tragedy born of the nations.
But I walked through the screaming babies and reached the opposite wall. It looks like there is nothing, but I read a secret place beyond here in Thunderstorm’s memories.
I drew my 8 of spades and scratched the groove between the walls. A flash of light flashed for a moment, and then the walls turned into hundreds of cards flying away. Countless cards fluttered like frightened butterflies and fell to the ground, revealing an empty space through the cracks in the scattered walls.
This is the secret place of the first Thunderstorm I read in the memories of Thunderstorm.