10. Saint. And Cheonma (6)
Perhaps because the Pope had died so horribly, the remaining paladins and priests looked like they had lost their will to fight.
It might have been natural to do so. Just because it is a myth does not mean that the devil is always defeated. The devil is a devil because he is a being that no one but God can dare to confront. Since they are people who have immigrated to the myth, they will be adding to the future the tyranny of the devil written in the myth.
Siwoo didn’t bother to touch those people. His morale was low to some extent, and he was not willing to sacrifice his life to surrender, so he might have encountered resistance again in his clumsy attempt to kill him.
Moreover, Siwoo used up almost all of his strength during the previous battle. His endless inner strength and magic power dried up, and all his spirits disappeared. He was no longer able to use magic, and his body, which was the basis for external attacks, had long since been completely destroyed. With the power of the magic sword, he was surrounded by darkness like armor, making him invisible to the enemy, but the trauma and internal injuries that Si-woo had already suffered were at a level that would not end even if he died a hundred times.
Even the time allowed for Siwoo was now less than 30 seconds. Even if there were only a few paladins and priests left, it was impossible to kill them all within this time. Instead of dwelling on his killing spree, Siwoo recalled his original purpose.
Shena. She needs to find her.
“Shhhhh. Ugh…”
Siwoo tried to call Shena with his voice and vomited her blood. I thought this would be okay because my body is moving, but it seems like even this is not possible right now. Instead, Siwoo used the power of the disappearing sylph to vibrate the air.
-Shena.
I couldn’t continue that conversation. I had no idea what to say. Should I say I came to find you, or should I say I came to save you? No, does Shena even understand the situation in the first place?
It would be a good thing if Shena wasn’t afraid of him, who had already become a murderer who killed dozens of people.
He will die soon anyway. You can do whatever you want at the last moment. Siwoo hurriedly walked to the carriage that the Pope had jumped out of. I’m not sure, but Shena is probably there.
At that time, the paladins and priests rushed in and captured Siwoo. It’s not as good as our saint. Better kill me.
Siwoo shook them off with what little strength he had left and walked forward. However, the number of hands holding his ankles and wrists increased, and his grip became stronger.
Even in the midst of all this, he couldn’t think of swinging the sword, perhaps because he was afraid of what would happen later. Or is it because Siwoo showed off his extreme power?
That was fortunate for Siwoo, but the fleeting time continued to pass while he fell into a quagmire with increasingly heavy steps.
Am I going to die like this? Will I ultimately fail? Am I defeated? Will I have to let Shena go in the end without even achieving my goal?
At that time, gloomy despair welled up inside him. Shena appeared inside the carriage.
With tears in her eyes, she takes a step towards Si-woo, who is unable to move. She took another step closer. To some, it was like Romeo and Juliet, and to others, it was like a noble saint who sacrificed herself to save everyone from the devil.
“Saint, no… !”
However, contrary to what he said, his grip on Si-woo loosened. Easy to understand cowards.
Siu felt grateful for their cowardice, and barely managed to shake them off with his last hand and stood in front of Shena.
The only time left is now10 seconds.
Siwoo and Shena both knew that fact, so they didn’t talk for long.
“Siwoo, hug me.”
Shena spread her arms. Siwoo took off her darkness and hugged her as if leaning against her hideous body, with her bones and internal organs exposed. Shena was not at all offended by that and hugged Siwoo.
A familiar paragraph caught in a world that was becoming unfamiliar. Even though the paragraph was blood-red, she did not hate Si-woo because she knew his feelings.
Meanwhile, Siwoo felt Shena with his whole body again. This tiny, tiny, baby-faced, young girl. I thought it was a good thing that they tried to protect this girl from evil people. Although he wasn’t completely successful… There were never any regrets.
If he were given another chance, he would make the same choice. In every universe he would make the same choice. He doesn’t change. He doesn’t change. He never changes.
The only possibility that overlaps across all timelines. A heavenly demon who sacrifices himself to save a saint in any world.
Before I could further ponder its meaning, Shena said her final goodbye.
“… Love you. “Siwoo.”
A voice that becomes soggy. A confession that is given clumsily only at the very end.
Siwoo squeezed his life out in response and left a clumsy will.
“… Huh. Me too.”
“Me too.”
“Love you. Shena.”
And blackout. A heart that stops. Fading consciousness.
At the last step, Siwoo heard the remaining paladins and priests whispering. Let’s take the credit for catching the devil of the century as their own. Those who cannot give up their greed even at this moment. However, Siwoo now had no means to harm them.
After a while, even that feeling disappeared. The taboo of witchcraft that held the soul is over, and the soul is shattered. Pain that disappears without even leaving a trace of dust. The pain felt as a soul was completely different from physical pain.
I feel disconnected from this world, everything about me disappears, and I feel separated from the origin of the world. The misery of being deprived of the opportunity to stand in every cycle and bondage, unable to even achieve reincarnation, falling down the stairs of ascension, and not even allowed to become a natural object in this world.
The state of transcendence that every soul longs for.
The despair of not being able to reach the [Star].
Inside, a system message rang calmly.
[‘Country Siu’ died due to excessive mana overflow.]
Ah. Okay. It’s you.
At the beginning and the end of this world, you are the only one by my side.
Shiwoo was no bigger than a bug, and he heard the message with the feeble thoughts that remained as he plummeted to the bottom of this world.
It is a post-death system message that the living Shiwoo can never see.
Hundreds of Siwoo had seen it, and now it was an unknown secret that he was confirming.
[Thank you for your effort. User. I salute the potential you showed.]
[User history is saved in the ‘World End Disobedience System’.]
-Oh God.
[Collected data will be passed on to all other users and used to fight against Ilwon.]
-I pray as your saint.
No, it wasn’t just the system that was heard. ＜BR＞
Bottom of the world. A realm of complete nothingness where not even a soul remains, nor even the concepts of existence and non-existence.
A girl’s voice was reaching an area that no being could or should ever reach.
It is the world’s greatest reversal and worst taboo that only one chosen person can bring about.
A vicious magic technique established with the connivance of God.
They say it is a strange miracle that people cannot understand with common sense.
It is called a miracle.
-If I were your saint. If you are truly the person chosen by you. Right Now. Please prove it.
A very rude and rude prayer for a saint.
And in that prayer, there was never a single appearance in the original work. It didn’t even exist.
True God responds.
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[System intrusion detected.]
[Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger.]
[Data backup… Complete. Check your thoughts… Complete]
[User’s r k smdtjd dmf… ]
Someone forcibly rearranged the messages. It shook and broke the system. I peeled away the deception and restraints and found the Si-woo within.
Siwoo felt that the vast magic that spanned a thousand worlds, which he had never known was connected, was broken under that transcendent and absolute power.
[System partial takeover completed.]
[It is resurrected.]
An auspicious and holy light illuminates the bottom of the world.
In a space full of ghosts and chaos, only one being is saved.
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“Siwoo! Are you okay? Siu!”
The sense of life that became unfamiliar for a moment. Siwoo regained consciousness from the torrent of sensations that filled his brain.
Memories slowly emerged from the past. That in modern times. He was reincarnated as a child. One girl who was particularly close to him. A priest who came to the village. And.
“… !!!”
Siwoo sighed and opened his eyes. Then a girl with light brown hair and greenish brown eyes looked down at him and smiled.
Shena.
The girl who Siwoo couldn’t ignore gave a bright greeting while wearing a pillow on her lap.
“How is it? “Are you feeling okay?”
With those words, intense phantom pain came over Siwoo. It would not be strange even if he died of shock a hundred times, the weight of memories of suffering that a living person could never bear.
However, all the pain disappeared with just one word from next to me.
-Stop.
‘… !!!’
Siwoo felt a distant feeling in those short words and realized it instinctively.
That being is the true god. He is the one who saved him from the end of the world.
“You can’t look. “Siwoo.”
Shena closed Siwoo’s eyes with the palm of her hand and pressed them tightly as she came to her senses and tried to raise her body. Siwoo didn’t bother to resist it. If she tells you not to look, there must be a reason.
Siwoo just relaxed his head. And belatedly becoming aware of the soft sensation touching the back of his head, he slowly opened his mouth.
“… “How am I alive?”
-Didn’t you experience it yourself?
“It’s even more incomprehensible because I’ve experienced it. This.”
Although his memories of the afterlife, which were just thoughts, were already faint, Si-woo still knew one thing.
Something happened that should never have happened.
-Don’t think it’s difficult. Miracles are miracles because they cannot be explained… More than that, you are really terrible too. It was my first time seeing a human using so many counter-natural techniques.
“hahahaha, well, I was in a hurry.”
-No, it’s true that it’s amazing to watch. Even if there is only one possibility… I don’t know if I’ll ever see a person like this again.
“… Thank you.”
I wanted to say it was excessive praise, but Siwoo accepted the praise quietly. Even excessive humility can sometimes be arrogance. Moreover, it was overwhelming and difficult to refuse praise from a being who boasted of a far-off status just by existing.
Siwoo put an end to the resurrection issue at this point and put his head down. It is unlikely that such a being will remain incarnated for long, and it appears to be friendly towards him, so if you have any questions, now is the only time.
I ignored questions about abilities and trivial matters because the weight of the questions was light. It was obvious that the remaining priests would have been reduced to ashes by the mere presence of God, so they also passed on.
If so, there was one question that remained.
“… “How did you become manifest?”
-Can that question be viewed as a question of why there was no leisure in ‘original history’?
“… !!!”
A question that gets to the point in an instant. Siwoo felt goosebumps rising all over his body.
Since the other person is God, I didn’t think asking questions in a clumsy way would work, but isn’t this too bad?
-To answer that, we have to first talk about divine power. Siwoo. Do you think that divine power is a power borrowed from a real god?
“… No.”
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-Okay. No. Divine power is only a power based on one’s own beliefs and status, and has no subject. From the beginning, their god does not exist.
“Then, by God.”
-It’s like an echo of creation. Traces left by the Creator God in the ‘beginning’ of countless worlds… W is also essentially a non-existent being.
“But.”
But then, what does this huge presence mean? How can we explain the far-off majesty that seems to dominate and dominate all things in the world? How can there be a power that surpasses even the impossible? Is this really the power of a being that does not even exist, a mere trace?
Shin clearly explained the questions that were tangled in Siwoo’s head.
-Making such a woman exist. That’s the power of a saint.
“The power of a saint… ,”
– Think about it. If a saint is only slightly talented in divine power, where should she draw the standard for that talent? From what point is she a saint, and where does she not?
“… “I can’t draw it anywhere.”
If you think about it, it was strange from the beginning. No matter how precious the saint was, she would not be more precious than the pope, but the Pope himself tried to visit the saint in this remote rural area.
However, if the saint says there is something ‘special’ that Si-woo doesn’t know about, then the story is wrong.Different.
-Okay. From the beginning, divine power had nothing to do with the qualities of a saint. The true quality lies in being able to call women. And it was you, Siwoo, who awakened his true qualities.
“… !!!”
-So, let me express my gratitude. The devil in the sky who saved the saint who would have fallen from foolish foolishness. … However, I also want to remind you that you have some work left to do.
“… Yes?”
What a task. Siwoo tilted his head for a moment, but he had a strange guess.
Taboos usually leave behind repercussions. As Siwoo wrote, in most cases, side effects are inflicted on the body and soul.
Sometimes, there are things that leave side effects in this world.
-Okay. Because of your resurrection, the heavenly energy will be greatly distorted, and disasters that never existed in history will appear in this world. So, from now on, you must take on the task of preventing the damage and returning the flow of the world to its original state.
“Okay… “I see.”
I thought all that was left to do was live comfortably now. Siwoo groaned at the sense of despair he was already feeling.
-You don’t need to worry too much. The soul you embrace now was created by yourself, so it may not reach the potential of your original soul, but it will recover some of the taboos on its own.
“… Does that mean that the world’s troubles should be resolved through the individual’s troubles?”
-Okay. Isn’t that like a heavenly demon?
“He is like that too.”
Si-woo let out her bright smile at Shin’s words. Then she was surprised at herself for smiling.
Since when was he able to answer before God so comfortably?
When I thought about it that way, God’s presence was noticeably smaller than before.
-You have noticed that the time for leisure is almost over. She truly is a special human being.
“That’s too much praise.”
-No, it is normal for ordinary humans to find even this level of presence difficult. She is a person who smiles in front of women. I don’t know if I will ever see this again.
-Okay… Since this is the last time, I should encourage you. I will support the steps you take in the future. Even though you are disconnected from the rest of the world, I believe that you can solve the world’s problems.
‘… For a moment. ‘It was cut off?’
-I hope I can see you again someday. Then.
The presence of God disappears at the end. Si-Woo belatedly looks at the spot where Shin was originally supposed to be and calls up the chat window.
Of course it didn’t come out.
‘No, if you do this… It doesn’t matter though.’
Siwoo sighed. I already knew most of the useful knowledge in the chat window. However, he felt a different level of mental comfort with and without the chat window.
Because the chat window was the last anchor that reminded me of him in modern times, which now feels like a distant past.
But there’s no use in obsessing over something that doesn’t exist anymore. Siwoo shook off his remaining regrets and sat down face to face with Shena.
Shena laughed first. Then Siwoo laughed along with him.
That alone made Siwoo feel happy.
“Siwoo. “Something really big happened today, right?”
“Huh. But I think the future will be bigger, are you okay?”
“Huh! I’m happy anywhere as long as I’m with SiwooAh. “Because I like Siwoo that much!”
In this way, a new legend that will be passed down for a long time in this world began.
And, the main character of that legend is.
10. Saint. And Cheonma-END