99 – The Iron Bucket from the Future (Retrospective)
I don’t remember my first meeting with the master.
Some of the data was lost as a result of traveling back in time, but when my master first summoned me, my intelligence was no different from that of an amoeba, so it is natural that my memories are vague.
However, I clearly remember when my master gave me a name.
Probably that was the time of the Iron Golem, a 2-star monster.
The master spoke with a kind smile that did not match his rugged appearance.
[Your name is Iron Rice Bucket from now on. How do you like it?]
I didn’t like it.
What is the name Iron Rice Bowl?
Even though it was an iron golem, its intelligence was low.
I could tell that the owner’s naming sense was extremely poor.
But I didn’t show it.
I am a summoner.
A being that simply follows its owner’s commands.
Protecting my master is my mission and the meaning of my existence, so I can’t show a rebellious side.
In that way, I became my master’s faithful servant and we overcome countless enemies together.
I don’t remember those memories very well.
The starting point of clear memories is from the ‘humanoid’ era, when intelligence increased and ego became firm.
From then on, I tried to protect my master at all costs in order to fulfill my mission more faithfully.
The effort was rewarded.
Even though I was only a summoned beast, I received undeserved favor from my master.
It was rewarding and rewarding.
And apart from loyalty to the master.
Increasingly, unknown emotions began to sprout in a corner of my heart.
I decided it was love.
One, it was a love that could not come true.
Even if the master favored me especially, in the end it was just a relationship between a summoner and a summoned beast.
So I worked harder.
It even voluntarily evolved into a ‘female’ android.
Even though I realized that more and more actions were crossing the line, I did not stop.
If you are that dedicated.
It was because of the vain expectation that one day he would feel like I was a woman.
However, while my feelings of love gradually grew, my master maintained the same attitude towards me.
I even had the illusion of drawing a line, saying, “You can’t be connected to me because you are a summoned animal.”
I was hopeless, but I didn’t give up.
Because we have already learned that effort is rewarded.
The bigger my love grows.
The more you work and dedicate yourself, the better.
I had no doubt that one day my master would accept my heart.
······But all the effort, dedication, and emotions I had built up step by step all collapsed in an instant.
***
The world where my master and I live is a world that is observed. To put it simply, it was like a world in a novel.
There were three categories in this world.
We, the characters. An observer who spies on us, spending our lives as entertainment. A writer who plays the role of connecting us and the observers.
Like this.
Ah. For your information, I don’t remember the name of the writer who was mainly observing us. I vaguely remember that it was two letters.
Anyway.
The master noticed the presence of the author and the observer.
After the ending, we tried to reverse the relationship between us and the observers, but we never found a way to do so.
In the end, the author who was observing us gained a body and powers shortly after the novel was completed. Afterwards, they began interfering directly with our world.
He said he would proceed with Part 2 of the novel.
I changed the genre of this world at will.
By bringing out the gods who originally governed our world.
The genre that has changed like that is ruin.
The master, who became the main character again, was hated by people all over the world. And the deciding factor that made that happen was me.
The author, whose powers were not yet complete, did not have the ability to brainwash people around the world.
That’s why I was the one who chose it.
They changed my common sense and emotions, brainwashed me, and encouraged me to hate my master.
I recreated the hated medicine that I had previously destroyed and forced my master to take it.
The master, who was hated by people all over the world, became devastated and struggled to escape from the world.
Irregular was born due to a setting error by the author.
He was scheduled to be discarded, but was fortunately chosen by another writer.
One, a man who has become useless now that he has fulfilled his role as the main character.
So the poor being was abandoned once again.
That was the master.
The owner chose to live in hiding after being devastated, but it was not enough to avoid my detection ability.
The error ability that the master possessed from his previous life.
Even if he transformed into Leatherface, he couldn’t become our opponent.
The master was immediately subdued by instructor Tak Jae-hwan, who could not feel fear.
I and all the summons tortured our master.
They even threatened me to cancel my summons contract.
In the end, they drove a large stake in downtown Seoul and hung the master on it.
Everyone smiled happily at the owner.
I laughed too.
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Making the master’s body eaten by insects.
In the end, I had him burned at the stake with my own hands.
That’s how our novel ends.
The curse of the hated medicine has been lifted.
Even the brainwashing that was imprinted on me has been lifted.
After that, I killed all humans.
He mercilessly slaughters those who sob and regret.
The master’s acquaintances subjected him to the same torture as they did to him.
Except for Palbuntu, who tried to protect his master until the end.
In the end, I also tried to commit suicide.
I decided that even the comfort of death was a luxury, so I quit.
And he could not die before taking revenge on the writer who abandoned the world.
***
Hatbuntu’s lifespan has come to an end and his life is over.
I was left alone in the world and became a transcendent being.
Getting power was simple.
Killing humans all over the world.
I stole and absorbed all the spirits from humans who had the profession of animist.
It wasn’t just the spirits.
I absorbed all the souls I could to increase my strength.
We found, killed and absorbed a monster called ‘Azazel’ who could have helped us even a little, but was too scared to help us.
This was possible because we developed monster stones and human stones that imitate spirit stones.
In this way, I completed my own evolution into a race called High Android and gained strength that could rival even the gods.
Even a writer who abandoned the world could easily be killed.
But my goal was only just beginning.
Now that I was strong enough, I had to go back. I had to go back in time, correct my mistakes, and ask my master for forgiveness.
10 Years.
100 Years.
We have devoted ourselves to researching artifacts for over 1,000 years.
To develop a time machine artifact using my job.
10,000 Years have already passed.
We succeeded in developing an imperfect time machine.
Because it was not a finished product, there could have been side effects, but I didn’t care and ran the artifact. I was confident that I could endure any side effects as long as I succeeded in returning to the past.
Of course, even if we go back to the past.
I doubted whether the master I knew existed.
The ancient gods are unique beings whose souls are not separated into the past, future, and present.
The One-Level Awakening Stone, the legacy of the ancient god, could also be the only one in every dimension.
But fortunately.
The unique awakening stone was not the ancient god itself, but was only a legacy of the ancient god, so it existed in the past.
The owner was also alive and well.
At first, the data was lost and the owner could not be remembered, but the data was quickly restored.
Still, I couldn’t find my master.
Just making excuses that it wasn’t the right time.
Actually, I didn’t have the courage.
I didn’t have the honor to see my master.
Even though I was manipulated by the author, my sin could not be forgiven.
Still, I had to do what I had to do.
To avoid repeating the same future.
I looked around the world slowly.
The past I returned to now was a different story. ‘Kim Soo-han’, who was suffering from an inferiority complex and joined the Liberation side, even joined the master’s side.
It’s probably because I killed the type writer early on.
Even so.
If you can’t stop the novel from entering Part 2, it will ultimately meet the same fate.
And now, I can not only reverse the relationship with the observer, which the master was unable to achieve, but also prevent the intervention of an intangible author.
Even though my soul will perish.
I am willing to sacrifice my humble soul if it means I can atone for my master.
***
“I intentionally left it open to prying eyes. “There’s nothing you can do now anyway.”
After finishing his reflection, the future iron rice bowl said while staring into space.
─Are you saying this to the writer who is observing us?
“Yes. “Never mind.”
Future Iron Rice Bowl explained the future that will happen to Iron Rice Bowl and Cha Yu-ra, who were brought to the back room.
Cha Yu-ra looked at the iron rice bowl as if it was hard to believe,
“My head doesn’t keep up…. “Is everything you’re saying true?”
─The entire story is judged to be true.
“······I’m really confused.”
I couldn’t believe it when the Iron Bucket, which is capable of detecting lies, firmly said it was the truth.
The future Iron Rice Bowl, who was waiting for them to gather their thoughts, carefully took out a letter and handed it to Iron Rice Bowl.
“I am not qualified to meet you, master, so please tell me this on my behalf. “I will take care of the reversal of the observation relationship, so you can tell me that the master only has to do what is written in the letter.”
······The story was flowing strangely.