Life is a book. The one and only book that begins with birth, ends with death, and fills with time.
If I compare life to a book like this, my mind reading can be said to be reading. You can read the superficial consciousness by looking at only the newly used parts at the end of the book, or you can skim through the contents from start to finish.
I can take the angle and read it from start to finish, but it takes a long time and it’s dangerous for me, so I’ll skip it.
Amittengrad, the capital of the military, was a huge monster that ate the surrounding cities. The city, which had grown explosively, pushed all the original things out and called out.
People, houses, money and even ideas.
Each of the stories of those who were pushed out like that had their own story, and I was proud that I, too, had experienced quite a variety of people who lived there.
However, there is a flying one above the one that jumps, and there is always a bottom that digs an inch deeper than that. Like the great prison that the military is proud of, the beings living in Tantalus were on a different level.
king of dogs.
Progenitor of vampires.
returner.
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Monsters that can turn a city into a wasteland if released. As if they were claiming to be outside the norm, their books were also different from the norm.
To explain Aji’s book, it’s like a book that mimics cave paintings written in ancient hieroglyphics. I can read it, but I can’t understand what it means.
what this is, what is that Why is it necessary to distinguish between left and right by naming them? I have the ball, so why not throw it? Aji’s book doesn’t even have such a concept, and he doesn’t even try to understand it. I don’t even try to explain As if it were perfectly normal.
In a way, it is natural Because there is no way dogs and humans can develop their thoughts with the same logic. As long as I am a human, the day will never come when I will fully understand Aji’s book.
If you read your thoughts diligently, you can find out how you feel, but in that case, it is better to raise your head and read Aji’s expression. There is no difference whether you read your thoughts or your facial expressions.
The book of vampires can be defined in one word, ‘thick’. Like an ancient monster that has lived for over 1200 years, the page weighs 20 times that of an ordinary human and weighs heavily on me. Even a quick glance at it is something you have to be prepared for.
I don’t know if there isn’t much content, but life is so chaotic that I’m writing an epic. Awakening as a vampire, a history of contempt and persecution, a history of long struggles, reign and fall, escape and sleep… . This is what I’ve seen while skimming through it, so I can’t even touch it. In addition, as it reflects the times of the time, it is even difficult to understand.
This is a book that scholars of ancient literature would fall in love with, but unfortunately, only me can read the book of the heart.
I am not a scholar of ancient literature.
Finally, the returner.
The book of the regressor did not fall into any type. If it were a book of regressors, it would never exist, and it shouldn’t be… It was a 14-volume series.
Obviously, even though I had reached the end of my life. A life like a foul that continues even though it has its own end, even if it is miserable. A boring story written by a writer with regrets. It doesn’t even show any signs of ending… .
That made me very confused.
I read it clearly, but I don’t understand it.
Although he lives in this lifetime, the principles of action, thoughts, experiences, and abilities and equipment acquired are all things he had acquired in his previous life. The reasons for her actions, the enemies she has to defeat, and the events that happened in the future are recorded in the previous volume.
But unlike a regressor, I have nothing as great as the ability to transcend time. All I can read is the story of this era.
If I had to use an analogy, I would say that it looks like he picked up the latest edition while skipping from Volume 1 to Volume 13. I can’t follow the story as to why he’s doing this here.
So, even though I knew that in the future I would die and the world would be destroyed, I couldn’t read what happened. It can only be inferred from her sparsely recalled memories and actions.
To know, listen directly to the regressor or… .
I had to make her ‘recall’ the past.
“Ehh. One way or another, in the end, I will have to accompany the regressor… .”
Aware of my plight, I let out a sigh until the ground went out.
It was an abyss, so there was no more land to be extinguished.
In a prison where there is no place to play, if there is nothing to do, it is bound to come out to the yard. I opened the iron gate and went out to the yard.
Then a strange sight greeted me.
“Tirkanjaka! I came to see you! Open the door!”
The regressor was shouting with his arms outstretched in front of the underground arsenal.
underground arsenal. In any case, when prisoners riot, it is a place full of weapons to suppress by force. It is made of at least 3 levels of alchemy steel, and can only be opened through three security procedures.
However, in Tantalus, where only prisoners who can’t handle it, it seems that they put ‘something else’ instead of a weapon in the first place. In a way, it can be said to be the most powerful weapon. In any case, it is an area that ordinary prisoners should never approach. If you approach without knowing it, there is nothing to say if you are executed regardless of the reason.
Right in front of the underground arsenal, where prisoners were not allowed to access, the regressor was doing something like a ritual.
What the hell are you doing While watching the scene, I suddenly remembered that I was impersonating an instructor.
write it If I’m an instructor, do I have to stop trainees from sneaking into the underground arsenal? I don’t want to cut my throat for nothing.
A regressor is a terrorist who takes the whole world hostage, no, a mad scientist who repeats experiments on the whole world. If he does, he’s an irresponsible guy who overturns this whole episode and moves on to the next one.
But if you are not faithful to your role, you will be more suspicious. The opponent is a regressor who tries to find the best future by repeating the cycle. If you think that I am a foreign being, not an instructor or a prisoner, I might try to get rid of it more actively.
okay. let’s stop can you really kill me
I shouted in an angry voice.
“Shay trainee! now… !”
‘Chi. A saboteur has arrived. But I can’t be bothered here. If they block my way, I have no choice but to get rid of them somehow… .’
“… Have you slept well? good morning. It was the first time I slept in prison, but it was the same sleep inside and outside.”
I barely stopped screaming, changing my expression and approaching with a smile.
I bet you’re really trying to kill me. OK, I decided. Let me do whatever I want to do in the future.
“… Shit.”
As I watched slowly with a smile, the regressor wrinkled his expression, turned his head and pretended not to know. Still, he did not spit on his smiling face.
yes. thanks Nice to meet you too.
After exchanging greetings by myself, I walked towards the tightly closed armory door.
“Screaming whale whales from broad daylight. What the hell are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you going to meet the one inside me?”
The returner chuckled and clicked his tongue briefly. To her, the act of kicking the tongue seemed to be a sign of positivity.
“Why are you trying to wake up someone who is sleeping well?”
“I don’t know.”
“I, indeed. I can’t say anything.”
The regressor was wary of me, so I listened not to take any action in front of me. It was really difficult.
How the world came to an end, and what happened here. Only a regressor can give an answer to my question. In order to do that, the regressor must remember the past by my side.
However, with the current attitude, even after a year has passed, it is far from digging up what will happen in the previous episode, that is, in the future for me.
uh, what to do I cast my gaze to the underground arsenal.
There are no weapons in Tantalus’ underground arsenal. Unlike other ordinary prisons, this great prison, Tantalus, is an isolated space that cannot be escaped by normal means. There was no fear of the prisoners escaping, so neither the instructors nor weapons were deployed to attack the prisoners in case of emergency.
Instead, I put something else inside.
The first vampire, the monster of the underworld, and the queen of darkness.
The founder Tirkanzaka.
A palace and prison for vampires who reject light and hide underground.
And the returner is trying to awaken the ancient vampire, the progenitor, Tirkanzaka.
From my point of view, it’s not very pleasant to wake up beings that eat human blood as their staple food. Above all, even more so now, when I am the only person who is properly human.
But now that you have to talk to the regressor, solving these chores will make progress in your relationship.
how will we do it.
The thoughts were short and the decision was quick. okay. Let’s help the returner.
Could a vampire kill me? Now that most of the prisoners have escaped, I am the only ‘ordinary’ human left in Tantalus. For vampires, it is a precious resource that prints blood every day. Perhaps because of a brief thirst, the goose that lays golden eggs will be cut off. At best, it will be made into a body that is neither dead nor alive, and will only squeeze blood for eternity.
… The future is dark. Still, it’s better than dying.
Having made up my mind, I proposed to the returnee.
“Would you mind breaking the door?”
“This gate is under the control of Tirkanjaka.”
When he looked in the direction the returner was pointing, the keyhole where the security device was supposed to be, was glistening with red bloodstains. I don’t have eyes to read energy, but it was a pattern that was overflowing with ominous energy just looking at it.
“The imprint of blood. While it shines ominously and wields dominion, her blood-fortified iron gate is nothing more than that of Tirkanzaka. It will never open without her order.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t see you, so try your best to destroy it. do you know If I beat it for a few days, it will break.”
“… It’s not impossible, but I don’t want to. I’m asking Tirkanzaka for help, not fighting.”
huh? It’s just a saying, but why are you saying it’s not impossible?
An ordinary human cannot cut through a steel door. Even that’s a steel door with a level 3 strength with the military’s special alchemy steel. Even if you hit it with a wagon or hit it with a melee fire with a cannon, it can’t be broken.
Can you break it with just ‘everything’? Ay, a single human can’t be broken with all his might. That’s a courtesy to the person who made that iron gate.
“It’s more common sense than I thought.”
“It is natural. Killing someone else’s workhorse is more rude than breaking the door of someone’s house.”
“what the. A person who suddenly tried to cut off a person’s arm is saying politeness.”
“What?”
“no. He was talking to himself.”
He turned away from the regressor who opened his eyes and fell into thoughts.
Alchemy steel used in common underground bunkers is level 3. If I write ‘that’, it seems like it will be close. Shall we do it?
I rummaged through my pockets and pulled out the chime. It was the same paper I used yesterday when training Aji.
“What is it, that servant?”
“It’s a dog-boom paper.”
“Dog, what?”
It’s a chime, so it’s not very loud, but the space called Tantalus is too narrow for the King of the Beasts, whose world is home. For Aji, who is sensitive to hearing and smell, it will be heard clearly as if it were ringing in his ears.
Of course, normally, no matter how much I had to ring the bell, I would have ignored it. There are too many sounds in this world to pay attention to every noise.
But if it’s the guy who was with this bell all day yesterday, he’ll definitely come. Because of that, I repeatedly rang the bell yesterday while playing continuously. I held the bell overhead and waved it.
little girl.
“bruise? bruise!”
A clear bell rang from a small chime, and a barking dog could be heard in the distance. Immediately after that, Aji started jumping down the wall from the roof of the building.
No joke, it was really coming down the wall. It is several times faster than falling. The gray-white concrete that forms the exterior wall of the building was razed and carved with the footprints of a dog. Aji, who landed on the ground with a thump, bounced off his body before he could even feel the vibration and rushed towards me fiercely.
It is a sudden and passionate change of direction, like a rubber ball bouncing off the ground. faster than falling. If you get hit, you will kill a person in a funny way.
I hurriedly found the piece of meat that I made yesterday. Just before Aji approached, he barely took it out and threw it at the door of the underground arsenal.
Aji, who was running, passed me by following a piece of meat.
It slammed into the iron gate at that speed.
thud–. A majestic and majestic sound resounds. Hitting the big bell in the bell tower won’t make a louder sound than this. As if you were in a percussion instrument, you could feel the air of Tantalus trembling in your body. Maybe it’s because of my mood, but the ground seems to have tilted slightly from this collision.
A startled regressor grabbed my collar.
“you… ! What the hell are you doing!”
“Uh-huh. Watch.”
“I told you! I need the help of Tirkanzaka!”
“My dog was hit, what should I do?”
And, Aji who created that shock.
“tasty! bruise! tasty!”
He had a happy expression on his face with a piece of meat in his mouth.
I glanced at Aji and the iron gate once, then nodded.
“Hmm. The level 3 alchemy river was ridiculously powerful to destroy. It seems that the strengthening effect of the engraving is more than expected. Minimum level 4.”
Aji, who was running at full speed, hit him, but only the footprints were engraved. If Aji gets angry and throws a heart-pounding punch, how can he break through it, but the gentle king of dogs won’t be angry with that iron gate.
done. I’ve confirmed that it doesn’t work, so I don’t need Aji anymore.
“I heard the bell. Good job. Now, go back.”
“Ow!”
Aji, who flirted wildly, wags his tail round and round and fluttered next to me.
“Let’s play! bruise! Let’s play!”
“Did you play yesterday?”
“So let’s play!”
Yesterday’s work is yesterday’s work, and today’s work is today’s work. It is a truly enterprising beast that does not care about the past.
“Today I am busy. I won’t play. go back.”
“no! Let’s play!”
Aji pretended to bite my calf with a dissatisfied expression. ha. insistence or insistence. Am I very my servant?
This is all because of the returner. I should have changed my habit from yesterday, but you interrupted me by saying that I was going to watch you, so I gave you carrots and couldn’t beat you with a whip. I stared at the returner once with resentment.
“What, what? Why are you looking at me?”
“after. Don’t speak.”
Everyone is irresponsible. Because there is not one person who takes responsibility for the rights of dogs properly. It’s up to me to keep the dog upright and play with it in the end.
But unlike beasts, humans are animals that remember the past. I prepared ahead of time for a situation like this and left. You can’t be a throwing machine like yesterday.
“Come on, Aji. Smell my hands.”
“bruise!”
As he reached out his hand, Aji snorted, rubbing his nose coldly. To make sure I can remember my body odor, I alternately smelled the palms and backs of my hands. After enough time had passed, I reached out towards the prison.
“Ah! oh hey It’s a big deal. I left the ball in there.”
“bruise?”
“You remember the smell? Follow my smell and bring me the ball. Then I’ll play with you.”
“Woof woof!”
Without a single doubt, Aji kicked the ground and ran towards the inside of the building. Seeing Aji moving away, he smiled with a smile of conversion.
fufu. For today, I washed the ball clean and shoved it deep into the bottom of the crumbling concrete. Even the king of dogs would take years to find.
Time earned. I turned to the returner.
“There seems to be a limit to what I can hit. Now, let’s find another way.”
what. It’s that gaze again. The expression on my face that I’m afraid of handling dogs.
The returner gave Aji a glance and said with a trembling face.
“… When did you become so close with Aji?”
“To be friendly. I only played for a day.”
“Nonsense. Even though it’s been over a week, I pretend to know… .”
That’s probably because you treat dogs like humans. If you wave your hand to the dog for a hundred days and say, ‘Hello, the weather is really nice,’ it would be nothing more than a dog whistle. It means to train with carrots and sticks like me.
Well, let’s end the chatter here. Now I have to figure out how to get back into the underground bunker where the vampires live.
“Anyway, if it’s a door that can’t be opened even with a dog missile, and you don’t want to destroy it… . We have no choice but to let the door open on its own from the inside.”
“I wrote all the ways. I screamed and knocked. But Tirkanzaka did not respond.”
“hahaha. Do not worry. I know the way.”
“you?”
A returnee who raises his eyes as if in doubt. Leaving her behind, I fell in thought.
When it first fell on Tantalus, for a brief moment, the vampire woke up. Clearly, my thoughts were vaguely read back then.
Why did you wake up? To greet a fallen prisoner? No, it wouldn’t be that great.
If so, one reason.
“You must offer blood.”
When Aji bit my ankle and pulled me, I fell and my flesh was swept away and blood came out. Like water flowing down, like a ripe apple falling to the ground, I exercised control over my blood very naturally, absorbing the blood that had gathered on the concrete.
And what, did you complain that it wasn’t tasty? Thinking about it again, I don’t think so. Because Ji ate it.
Whatever happened because it was tasteless, whatever happened in response to blood, it happened.
“You have to sacrifice blood to awaken the vampire.”
I said proudly, but the returnee snorted and held out his finger.
“You don’t think I would have even thought of that? I’ve already done it.”
The white and soft fingertips of not wielding the sword much ‘yet’. There was a thin wound that had begun to heal slowly.
“I drew blood on my finger. But Tirkanzaka did not wake up. Only blood was sucked into me.”
“what.”
“huh. You said it as if you were arrogant, but you don’t seem to have much of a choice, do you?”
The returner crossed his arms and said as if he was raising me. It seems like I’m feeling better when I’m fussy. Hey, the strategy you worked so hard for was in vain, so why do you like it?
Considering that the spilled blood has been sucked into it, it is certain that it can ‘detect’ blood. However, it does not wake up to the extent of bleeding a little. This is because absorbing blood is a normal activity for a vampire, just like breathing.
Well, then there is only one way left.
“I write with blood.”
“What?”
Originally, to the king of dogs, the sound of a bell was nothing more than a meaningless noise of iron and iron colliding. So, until now, the sound of the bell has not caused any emotion in Aji.
However, after playing ball with me and giving me snacks whenever the bell rang, it was only then that the bell had a meaning to Aji. With a clear sound that evokes good emotions.
Although I explained it poetically, it is called learning without a little romance.
The same goes for vampires. If it’s just blood, it sucks, but if you write with blood, your consciousness will surely be drawn to it.
“It seems certain that Tirkanjaka trainees can feel the blood. But the blood doesn’t have any meaning, it’s just sucking it in. If I could convey my meaning by writing with blood… . At the very least, we can know whether the trainee Tirkanjaka wants to meet or not, right?”
“… Shit.”
‘Ily… there is Your head is spinning quite a bit. I’ll admit it.’
If you admit it, I want you to say it. Don’t bite your tongue.
“okay. I will do it.”
The returner raised his hand behind his head and grabbed the air. At that time, in the regressor’s awareness, the image of the heavenly sword, Cheoneng, was caught floating behind his head. When I asked where he had put his weapon, he left it alone after floating it with a qigong.
It was a completely unconscious action, and even mind reading did not notice it. I thought he was unarmed, but he had a sword floating above his head? No matter how weightless the sword is, it requires more careful control.
It is not an area that has been achieved solely by talent. A skill that can only be reached by those who have been carrying a single sword for years or decades. It reminded me of the fact that the regressor has more experience than it seems. Since he carried that sword for several rounds, could he unconsciously float it around?
I’ll have to be careful in the future. The regressor’s weapon is closer than it seems.
It was time to think so.
pit.
The sword is drawn horizontally. The trajectory is the regressor’s finger. The regressor, who had cut his finger so that it could not be cut off with a skill close to that of a master, lifted up his finger after floating a thousand cherry trees.
A thin, invisible scar was engraved on his long, white fingers, and blood was dripping from the cracks.
After that, blood poured out as if the faucet had been opened. Large enough to worry about anemia.
It was a sight that hurt just looking at it, but strangely, my heart was calm as if it had subsided.
It’s probably because the wounded returnee didn’t feel any pain. I, too, obsessed with that strange calmness, had no choice but to remain still.
“What would you like to write?”
The regressor raised his bloody finger as if holding a brush and said: The blood dripping from his fingertips stands out. I coughed a little and answered.
“Come on, write it. uh.”
“uh.”
The regressor wrote, taking care not to let the falling drop of blood ruin the stroke.
“le.”
“Uh.”
“god.”
“Uh, God… .”
The regressor who wrote that far raised his head and shouted.
“Are you old?”
“yes. Old man, it’s time to cough. So little.”
“for a moment! What the hell are you doing?”
“yes? what are you doing I’m literally trying to wake up an adult.”
Apparently, the regressors did not know much about the existence of the progenitor, Tirkanjakara. It seems that there was no relationship during the last round. I explained calmly for her.
“Tirkanjaka trainee is an adult who is about 1200 years old, and when she was at her peak, seniority was rampant. So, it is appropriate to use the honorific name as politely as possible.”
“No! Whatever the case, what woman in the world would like to be treated like an old man!”
a. What are you talking about. If you have lived for 1200 years, you are not an old man, but a history book. It means they have lived longer than any other country. Perhaps such a person does not even know his or her objective age.
That was then.
[They are arrogant… .]
A dark and deep voice was heard, and the iron door of the underground arsenal slowly opened with the sound of smooth iron. Inside, visible through the gap in the iron gate, there was a dark darkness.
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Most of the light sources that illuminate the abyss tantalus are searchlights. Because the light is sharp and does not spread, the more shaded it is, the darker it is.
However… . The darkness in the underground arsenal was different from the simple absence of light.
Jet black as if it were sucking light. However, in the darkness that cannot be reflected, the color of blood glimmers. It’s black, but it’s red as blood. An irony beyond common sense.
However, living there is a monster that breaks the standard of common sense.
a few days,
several months,
several years,
several centuries… .
The blood price of human beings written in legends, history, and times. The history of the blood that has been compressed and condensed in the blood that has harvested all those deaths flows down below.
Obviously, what lies ahead is a mystery before discussing strength and weakness.
A person who has been talked about in fairy tales, occupies a page in history, and has become a legend.
The founder Tirkanzaka.
It’s embarrassing. Inside there is a monster that has lived for a thousand years on human blood. The darkness of Yeokcheon, who alone waged a war with the entire Seonghwangcheong.
When you are anxious about whether the seal has been lifted for nothing.
[Come in.]
The strong iron gate opened wide, and a brand of blood shining bright red came out and looked down at the returnee.