0. Prologue
The capital of the Chaldean Empire, Ninea.
Ninea, which served as the capital of the empire for over hundreds of years and boasted splendid and beautiful scenery befitting the most prosperous city in the empire, was now literally in a sea of fire.
Half of the imperial palace, which symbolizes the majesty of the empire, was demolished, and the nearby land was cracked and split innumerably as if an earthquake had occurred.
In the midst of great destruction that can only be said to be terrible because it is gruesome.
There were only two people left alive and breathing in this area.
Roaring.
Huge flames sway in all directions. And against the background of the flickering flames, there was a woman with black hair who could only be described as a yo-yo (嫋嫋).
“That’s quite right, human.”
A clear voice like jade marbles rolling on a silver tray. However, in that voice, there was a deep-rooted hatred and hatred for the other person that could not be hidden.
“Many mencius have attacked me so far, but you are the first to hurt me.”
The woman said that while staring at the wound on the palm of her right hand. There was a single cut on the palm of her right hand, as if it had been roughly scratched by an animal.
But at the same time, that’s all. Compared to the wounds inflicted on the man in front of her eyes, the wounds she suffered were truly pitiful.
Because as a price for inflicting that wound on that woman, half of his upper body was cut off diagonally, and a huge hole was pierced in the middle of his heart.
“… hahahaha-“
Jin was breathing heavily while holding on to his upper body, which seemed to collapse at any moment. He maintained his life by forcibly circulating mana, but at the same time, that was his limit.
He no longer had the strength to fight the woman in front of him.
The battle that took place in the background of Ninea just before ended with the defeat of Jin, no, the defeat of mankind.
Because that woman in front of me has driven tens of thousands of imperial capitals, no, empires themselves, to destruction, and is one of the seven endings that are destined to destroy the world. key to destruction. and a symbol of doom.
Ajdahaka the Red Dragon.
That was the true identity of the woman in front of him.
“Anyway, what a trivial fight. Even though all the strong people who have been selected among humans gathered and attacked me, they could only inflict wounds like this.”
Nelm.
Saying that, Ajidhaka licked the wound on her palm. And at the same time, the wounds Jin inflicted with all his might were restored as if time had turned backwards.
“Had I known this, I would have been better off not killing my father or my proud ancestors. At least they contained the possibility of killing me.”
“It’s not like he was knocked down from the front, but he was killed by surprise with a back kick, and he’s blabbering that his mouth was pierced.”
When Jin grinned like that, Ajidahaka’s eyes turned cold.
Right.
cooong-
“Cuck!”
Ajidhaka, who was looking at Jin, flicked his fingers lightly, and Jin fell flat on the floor. It was because the gravity around him suddenly became more than twenty times heavier and pressed him down into space.
“You talk well when you’re a defeated dog.” If you’re a dog, like a dog, get down flat and look at the floor. If it’s hard, there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s cumbersome, but from now on I’ll let this body educate me myself.”
Sadistic and violent enthusiasm begins to dwell in Ajidahaka’s two eyes, which were cold and contained only feelings of hatred toward humans.
That person who had disappeared before my eyes was the least worthy of attention among worm-like people.
He is the only human who has gathered stupid bugs that can only think of themselves and their own interests to eradicate the end, and offered hope for the future to humans who were in despair.
His achievements could only be called a hero in a fairy tale book, and Ajdahaka had no choice but to acknowledge his accomplishments.
Even though it was only a scratch, the human power he gathered was enough to break through her defense, which was said to be an iron wall, and injure her.
So, I had no choice but to look forward to it. To kill only one of her, everyone gathers their strength, burns their own lives, and fights against her. What kind of image will that hero, who is fading away like a candle, show right before he dies?
Would he still look at her with the same hateful gaze when she shattered every inch of that body? Or will he weep like a child and beg for his life? Will the so-called hero show a different look from the criminal right before he dies?
Either way it didn’t matter. Because either way would be a pleasure to watch.
For her personal taste, she would rather shed a tear. A drop of tear shed at the hero’s tragic final moment, isn’t it a truly enchanting echo?
“this… Ah, uh… ”
Even in the pressure of gravity that weighs down on himself, Jin opens his mouth as if trying to say something to Ajdahaka. Ajdahaka, watching the scene delightedly, snapped his fingers once more to release the gravity control that was holding him back.
This is the last words of the hero, Naeuri. So, isn’t it the proper generosity of a winner to be merciful so that he can talk freely about his last will?
“Whoops, yes. Whatever you say, go ahead and do it. Are you really trying to tell me what to wear so desperately-“
“Hey, you bitch.”
“… yes?”
The words that came out of Jin’s mouth were cheap curse words, not the fancy will of a ‘hero’ she had hoped for.
“It’s like a fucking bitch. I invested 10 years to catch you, but it ended like this again. Tsk, was it a loss to kill all the food bugs to overcome the second end this time? If I had a little more stock, I could have used the humane tactic.”
“Now what-”
“And by the way, I’ve been wanting to tell you since I first saw you, why are you wearing a knob on your head? If I win today, I’ll smash the horns, which I don’t even want to see.”
Saying that, Jin spat out of his mouth and spat it out. However, I clicked my tongue when I saw blood coming out of my mouth instead of saliva. It seemed that ‘this life’ had ended here.
“This is the end of the ninth. On the tenth time, I will make sure to crush that proud face. Oh, and his horns too.”
Ajidahaka put on a bewildered expression as he listened to the thick talk that could only come from cheap mercenaries who spent their entire lives on the battlefield.
Is this really the sound that will come out of the mouth of a man who will be called a human hero at the end of the final battle for the survival of mankind?
“… Could it be that he has gone mad?”
“Crazy, already crazy. I’ve been shoveling and rolling in this dog-like world for over a hundred years, so can I get rid of it without going crazy?”
As if mocking her, he pointed his finger at her head and turned it round and round. Well, it’s all over now anyway, so what the hell is the point of complaining like this?
“See you next time, damn lizard bitch. At that time, I will definitely cut off that pig’s head and salt it alive. I will cut the horns in half as well.”
Consciousness blurs. However, until the last moment, instead of closing his eyes, Jin only glared at Ajidhaka with a disgusted expression.
It was really boring. How many times have you reached this point, and how many more times will you have to say this shit before the day comes when you won’t see that bitch’s face?
In the sight that was gradually darkening, Jin closed his eyes, feeling the touch of death he had become so accustomed to.
Thus ended his ninth return.
At the same time, against his will, the tenth return began.
Jin, no Seol Ha-jin.
He remembers the nine ‘ends’ of this goddamn world, and now he must face the tenth return.
He is the only protagonist in a shitty story.