Chapter 117
connection point(3)
“It [regresses].”
At my words, Lee Dong-hun’s face wrinkled.
He lamented that this ability, at best, only raised his own level and slowed down his opponent.
Even if I am a possessor, I am not irrelevant to regression.
Because I’ve already experienced this world – Museion – until I’m tired of it.
Even if it’s a piece of data in the PC, the time and experience I’ve been through are absolutely not small.
At first, it was just for fun.
I was excited to see the progress of the story, looking forward to the next scene, and the acquisition of new information itself was interesting.
The interactions of the characters change depending on what I do.
The lines they uttered seemed alive, and life was felt in every movement.
but.
No matter how well-formed it is, a game is a game.
The player – Taeyang Kim – was tired of repeating Save and Load.
Once or twice that the scene I had seen before was fresh.
The more the rounds are repeated, the more I get bitten by the same look, scenery, and person.
It’s boring.
Later, I didn’t enjoy playing the game, but it became a habit and I caught on.
Born in this world -Museion- and lived his whole life, Lee Dong-hoon, who longs for [Return], will never know.
The boredom felt by those who repeated Save/Load to the point of exhaustion.
Right now, at this moment, I am a regressor.
I glared at Lee Dong-hoon.
Eyebrows are raised. The corners of his lips, which had risen to his cheekbones, returned to their original positions.
“Return, that’s a really good word. Because I regret the actions and choices I made and long to undo them.”
“… … if you know that If you’ve lived like that, how can you make that face!”
I raised my hand to Donghun’s shout and groped his face.
It is hard.
The feeling of touching the plaster statue wrapped around my hand.
I could have made a face like this.
not true the first time
“Isn’t it simple?”
At my words, Lee Dong-hoon’s face began to distort.
The guy is urging me to answer, but he shows that he doesn’t want to hear the answer with the sword in his sword.
I lightly knocked down Lee Dong-hoon’s sword, which was falling toward Jung-soo.
The swinging blow at the tip of the sword poses no threat to me.
Grabbing the shoulder of the guy next to me, I kindly whispered my impressions into his ear.
“Because I’m bored.”
“Nonsense-!”
“Why doesn’t it make sense?”
“Regression is the only way to correct your mistakes. I have a better future, but I can’t be bored!”
“Certainly, there is some truth in that statement.”
I can see the blade of Lee Dong-Hoon’s sword coming in from the direction of my side with the intention of splitting my waist.
He wrapped his sword in his hand and swung it away.
The upper body of the guy is defenselessly exposed due to both hands raised toward the ceiling.
The guy’s words are certainly true.
If there is no hope for the future, even if you’re enjoying it right now, it’s uncomfortable because you’re a creature called a human being.
With the knowledge of the future, correct the mistakes of the past to create a better future.
Good word.
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Just like the dream that Lee Dong-hoon is having.
but.
“Have you ever imagined an endlessly repeating future?”
“… … !”
Anything in excess is poison.
I threw a fist full of magical energy at the empty stomach of the guy.
-bang!
After being hit by a fist, Lee Dong-hoon was shot toward the wall, but he couldn’t penetrate the strength of the concrete and bounced off, falling down in front of it.
The sensation of colliding with a solid wall, not the feeling of hitting the human body, lingers in the regime.
Magical power was forming a soft white shield around the stomach of Lee Dong-hoon, who was rising again.
The barrier, which had been cracked while ‘steaming’, quickly shattered and scattered on the ground like pieces of glass before being scattered into the air.
The same was true for Lee Dong-hun, who was kneeling on the floor.
“I don’t know if a single regression would be fresh. But what if it happens over and over again?”
“… … What do you mean?”
“Literally, everything repeats itself. No matter how you feel The first regression will give you freshness. The second will give you fun, and the third will give you familiarity.”
If you ask someone what they fear most about dealing with a regressor, most people will list the future knowledge they have first.
Of course that is true.
For me too, as I repeated Save/Load, the total amount of accumulated knowledge increased and I mastered the development of the future one by one.
“but.”
I see Lee Dong-hoon’s neck rise and fall as he listens to me as if possessed.
He shook his hand to scatter the reverberation of his remaining magical power into the air and focused on the sword he was holding in his right hand.
“What if it repeats itself infinitely after knowing everything?
But my thoughts are different.
The true fear of regressors is their boredom.
It’s because of the things that the boredom that comes from mastering everything takes away.
No matter how good a movie, novel, or game you enjoy, 5 times, 10 times, 20 times… … . The more it is repeated, the more impressed, fun, interesting, and anticipation are halved.
“Repeat the battle from yesterday. The enemy is a surprise attack and uses his sword, but it is useless to me. It’s because I know the enemy’s movements because I’ve already seen them. Hear again the voice you heard the other day. I can’t even wait for what to say. This is because they already know the line and know what will be next.”
He swung his sword and cut both hands of Lee Dong-hoon, who was resting on the ground.
The support stand disappeared and the guy who hit his chin on the floor stood up again with [regret] in his mouth.
Repetition blunts emotions, and blunted emotions erase the emotions I felt one by one.
The freshness I felt at first disappears.
Does not matter.
Because I still have fun and interest in developments I haven’t seen.
However, all of that soon disappears, and as the episode progresses, it repeats itself like a machine.
That’s what remains in my heart.
It was a terrible futility and emptiness.
“For every action, there are multiple options. For example, if I were to take the choices you made now as an example, instead of regenerating my arm, I could have chosen to grow into a master of fistfighting, or set traps everywhere to get my attention.”
Both hands of Lee Dong-hun, who was shattered on the ground, are still coughing up blood.
Without hesitation, he forcibly opened his hand, which was hardened by rigor mortis, and grasped the handle of the sword.
‘Ududuk’
“But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. why? it’s the first time It’s the first time you’ve clashed with me, so I don’t know how to bring about the best results.”
“Shut up-! That’s why you yearn for [return]! Time doesn’t allow you to make multiple choices at the same time! Because it has already flowed, there is no going back! [will regret! For not breaking the sword of the golden sun beforehand-!”
A solid line began to go to the black sword in his hand.
The crack that swallowed the sword body in an instant widened.
‘visor-!’
It turns into powder and scatters.
Grabbing the sword with only the handle remaining, I stared blankly at the evil-stricken man.
Blood from the severed arm covers the guy’s face.
A trickle of blood could be seen flowing down the corner of his eye.
Those who feel futility and emptiness feel a gap.
“No, it’s my first time, so I can expect it. I bet there are better options. I could have made a better result. I mean. But a regressor cannot.”
I can’t immerse myself because I feel the gap, and the interrupted immersion creates boredom.
“Because knowing everything is the same as saying you can’t expect anything.
I let go of the handle of the sword in my hand without any resistance.
“What if nothing changes even if you reverse the accident you so much hoped for? In the end, what if it was something that could not be undone because it was destined to be destroyed somehow? Whichever option you choose, what if there is no future?”
The ‘TT’-shaped handle rotates slowly in the air and falls.
“Can you truly hope for [return] even in such a world?”
The black handle, which lost its original intention as the sword body disappeared, gradually moved closer to the floor.
‘Clink-.’
That’s why I dare to say.
The scariest thing about a regressor is boredom. People who feel boredom die slowly mentally.
Isn’t it funny?
I am a human being who has a normal body but does not respond to any stimulation.
I feel a sharp pain in the center of my stomach as soon as the sound of metal echoes across the floor.
When I looked down in shock, I saw a sword digging into my stomach.
“That’s why I [regret] it.”
Boredom halves everything I feel in this world.
I don’t know what my expression was, but he put both hands on the sword handle with a blank expression and started to walk backwards.
I casually grabbed the handle of the sword that had dug into my stomach.
The wound on the abdomen where the sword was pulled out disappeared without a trace, as if there had never been a wound.
“What I [regressed-Save/Load-].”
Donghoon Lee, who was staring at me blankly with his mouth open, pointed at me with his trembling fingers and muttered.
“… … You will cease to be human.”
At the same time as the guy’s words, the world starts to shake.
The floor I am stepping on, the ceiling of the building overhead, the sky beyond the window.
The whole world twists and turns in agony.
-The mind of the owner of the barrier is shaken.
-We are looking for the right person because we can no longer maintain the warning barrier.
-I found the right person for the 2nd place. Subject: Golden Sun.
– Control of the barrier is transferred.
-You have blocked all [regrets] in the barrier.
He began to infuse magic into the sword he drew from his abdomen.
An unbelievable fullness fills the whole body.
With just a light pull of the arm, the world twists and responds.
This is what it feels like to be able to manipulate the world to my will.
The observation was short-lived.
I slowly approached Lee Dong-hoon, who was shaking his head as if he had a seizure while looking at me. The reflection of me in his eyes grows bigger and bigger.
“[Return] without hope is a prison, not an opportunity. A prison where time has stopped, not knowing when it will end.”
Leaving a distance of about 5 steps, I moved closer and Lee Dong-hun stepped back.
When I take my right foot forward, he puts his left foot back.
one foot. one foot.
‘chin.’
The guy who ran away just fine stops.
The guy stepped back with a tired expression, but his feet couldn’t move anymore and swept the wall.
Looking back, Lee Dong-hoon’s face turned dark.
Its eyes shook anxiously, and its limbs trembled like aspens.
I waited for him for a while.
The guy who was gritting his molars was quiet for a while.
He looks up into the air, sighs deeply, and then lowers his head to stare at me.
I slowly raised my sword. Since there was no longer any magical power left in her body, she drew in the magical power of ‘this world’.
“… … Was there any hope for me in the future you saw?”
His eyes are still trembling.
The guy who was talking with his mouth that didn’t open asks me.
The more he drew his magic power, the more cracks began to appear in the world.
The sky shattered like cracked glass windows, and buildings began to shake as if collapsing.
He began to channel the enormous mana that was gathering moment by moment into the sword.
The fully gathered mana burns while covering the sword.
I glanced out the window and saw pieces of sky falling to the ground.
I turn my eyes again and look at Lee Dong-hoon and say the possibilities I know.
“There was a possibility. you have returned But the end was not good. like now.”
It was exactly the future of the guy he experienced in episode 47.
The one who became a servant of the higher world accepted the power of the higher world and succeeded in returning.
“… … After all, dreams were just dreams.”
He cut Lee Dong-hun, who humbly closes his eyes against the backdrop of a collapsing world.
His body shook as if there was noise.
torn apart and scattered into thin air.
– The caster died. The barrier is destroyed.
It was like the end of a person devoured by a dream.
“… … I will use the barrier well.”