episode_0062

Clink!

Alleyway in downtown LA. Several figures jump towards me from the wide alley between the buildings.

“What are these things?”

A very calm tone was coming out of my mouth.

Even though it was a sudden surprise attack, he was not embarrassed at all, and he was calm because he was a sacrosanct and inviolable being.

At first glance, it is a scene of close to ten people surrounding a single being, but there is no sign of embarrassment on the face of the person being surrounded.

So this is not them cornering me, Elm Northmund.

‘I’m glad.’

I gritted my teeth slightly, feeling a twisted smile forming on my lips.

How long has it been since you were in this position? The source of the dragon, which is not a human but a predator, is crying out in joy.

Yes. The red dragonian in this alley could be said to be something else that takes pleasure in recalling something that the general public cannot understand.

“Cool, lucky.”

I turned my gaze and looked at the bug that had called them.

That scum named C, wearing a monk’s garb, was spitting out blood overflowing from his mouth, and his gaze was full of fear.

His lower body, which had been attacked with the side of a large sword that had not been sharpened on purpose, was completely crushed and crushed, as if it had been pressed by an industrial press.

The scent of blood leaking from that horrible wound comes up on the wind in the alley and tickles my nose.

Those fearful eyes are directed at me.

No, more accurately, was it directed at my own reinforcements standing behind me? Is it just that it is directed at me because I am standing behind ” and blocking out the ” people he called?

“Go, attack!”

He moves his tense lips and gives an order. And soon, an admirable sight began to unfold.

“Hoo.”

Punches and kicks that convey clear movements of magical power, asphalt that suddenly freezes, and even hot air that feels hot.

People wearing black robes who at first glance looked like high school students or in their 20s were attacking me.

is it.

At least, what was in front of me were people with special abilities. It’s just that they didn’t catch my eye, and they weren’t people with special abilities who belonged to Ellada.

“Wow!”

Those people with superpowers are running toward me, shouting futile cheers.

widely! As I was assessing their skills by raising my palm to block the fists being thrown at me, I turned my gaze and glanced at C, who was lying on the floor, shaking.

I don’t know how they manage to have people with such abilities under their command, but it’s below expectations.

He is a talented person. At least, the guys in front of me were no better than ordinary people who had not even been properly trained.

Even at a young age, he had faded hair, strangely red eyes, and limbs that had not even been trained properly.

Perhaps he was captured by these guys and subjected to experiments to develop psychic abilities based solely on his abilities.

“However, it is meaningless.”

No matter how much you awaken your magic power and develop this ability, what can you do? I wonder if the ability to strengthen the body would work properly on such weak limbs.

In the end, at the end of the monster’s gaze, there are only weak boys and girls.

Wow!

“Keuuu!”

When I hit the face of the young boy who kept swinging his fist at me with my palm, a loud noise came out, pieces of teeth flew out of his mouth, and he fell into a corner.

The neck is bent at a strange angle, possibly due to failure to control strength. He died at once with a scream as his last will.

Still, if it’s unexpected, it’s unexpected.

A life destroyed in an instant by pure force, an insurmountable difference in power. Why, even though I clearly knew the gap between the existence of Northmund and them?

Why, why on earth are they reaching out to me with a clear plan to kill, knowing that they will all end up dead?

Have you been brainwashed?

A woman who appears to have ice-breaking abilities tries to freeze my legs and stick them to the asphalt floor, perhaps in an attempt to grab my feet.

But the attempt.

Push!

It was so absurd that I couldn’t stop my steps. A look of astonishment appears on my face when I see the monster walking slowly as if it didn’t feel anything.

And the astonished face is struck in the abdomen, blood spurts out, and it collapses completely like a feature phone.

Soon, the swung palm hits another man’s head, causing his skull to shatter and he falls, spilling out what appears to be its contents.

When he swings his fist, his upper body is torn apart and blown away, as if he had been hit by a huge cannonball, and the pitiful remaining half falls to the street.

As if it was nothing, the great sword was swung as if chasing away insects with a fly swatter, splitting the robe in half, creating two falling sounds on the ground.

A moment that won’t even last 30 seconds. All the hope that the monster called C had hoped for gradually weathers away and disappears as the sun sets beyond the sky.

“Wow, haa, ugh─”

C grabs the ground and desperately tries to get up. All of the fingernails had fallen off from the fingertips that had been scratched so hard that only blood was flowing down.

Yes. He wasn’t even dealt with properly to begin with.

Elm Northmund, as his name suggests, is the hero of the world and the dragon of another world, and he slaughters everyone in a subversive and cruel manner.

C himself should never have come here in the first place. Neither C himself nor his entire organization had the power to defeat this red-scaled being.

He looks at himself. The lower body is badly mangled and tattered. Although he could no longer walk, that was not important as the existence of me was standing before his eyes.

“… Now let me ask a question.”

My mouth moves. It moves slowly, slowly, as it approaches C, who is lying tattered on the street.

Facial muscles are pulled. Perhaps I am wearing a face full of pleasure from the slaughter that taps into the predatory instinct of a dragon.

I approach, but there is no movement from him. It’s natural.

Since he came to me in the first place, the only purpose of his existence was to kill me. A prey standing in front of such a predator would have no will to resist, and would have no right to block my approach.

“Who are you?”

I exhale softly.

“Answer. Who are you?”

I spit it out again.

Although it was a pure verbal message with no magic mixed in, the pressure felt by the person who heard it was probably greater than that of Dragon Fear.

“Ugh, ugh.”

My whole body trembles like an aspen from the pressure that is squeezing me, and I raise my remaining left hand and look behind me.

When I saw that scene, I frowned. There was no way for it to survive, and I knew that, so I don’t know if it was in a futile attempt to survive, but it pitifully crawled back like a caterpillar.

Well, is that enough of a reason for him to move?

“Ugh, ugh! Shit-fuck then who are you?”

For a moment, I didn’t understand what this bug was talking about. What on earth is this story about?

There’s no way they wouldn’t know that I’m a dragonian named Elm Northmund. Or is he just saying random things to survive?

It’s pathetic. If that’s the case, you’re only holding on to vain hopes.

But what came out of his mouth exceeded my expectations.

“Who the hell are you! Even though they are from the same demon world, why are they hostile to us? damn! Damn it!”

“What?”

“Fuck! We definitely opened the gate to the demon world, but you were the one who was summoned at that time! Why me! You are hostile to our Circular Truth and Light Association! Know how much we owe you! You traitorous devil!!!”

“… ?”

I’ll say it again, this piece of trash called C can’t make a single dent in me, “Elm Northmund”, in front of me.

It doesn’t matter to me at all, Elm, what kind of story and circumstances this damn thing standing in front of me has, or why it moved like this and appeared before my eyes.

I have no intention of understanding him or even saving him.

Especially the guy who talks about information that only he knows and doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.

“Bullshit. I am from Grandis.”

“Don’t lie! On November 28th, we opened the gate to the demon world and summoned the Great Devil! The day you came is also that day!”

“… .”

“Yes. Because you broke the contract and stole the tribute, we had no choice but to open gates all over the world! This was done at the risk of the Earth’s coordinates becoming known to the demon world!”

For a moment, I grabbed my sword and thought about the damned and unruly guy in front of me.

Is what this guy says true? What the Ring Bridge originally attempted to do was summon the Great Devil. But that failed and I appeared.

Am I the devil? That is nonsense. As I became immersed and integrated into the character of Elm over a long period of time, my memories began to fade, but still vague memories of the whole world remained.

I am an ordinary office worker who worked at a trading company. In 『Grandis Saga』, he is just an ordinary person who uses the nickname Elm Northmund.

There’s no way he’s right. If so, what is the information about this original work that exists in my head?

Han Se-jun and Jang A-hyeon are the parents of the original heroine, Jang Soo-ri, and Mirae City’s Yoon Si-ah is the mother of the main character, Han Si-woo.

How do I know the content of the original novel, where Han Si-woo’s kiss buff ability melted the proud Jang Soo-ri and they kissed and confessed their love?

It is an unchanging fact that this world is the inside of a romance novel called 『Kiss Siege Sense』. That’s supposed to happen… .

“Damn, I lost so much blood that I feel dizzy. Ha, fuck you, you fraudster, you damn bastard who spread psychic powers all over the world, saying he would only give us psychic powers if we summoned you. I’ll tell you one good thing.”

“… .”

“Trickster Demon Archduke. I don’t know what your plan is, but first of all, I’m not the only one here. Kkkkaka, kikikiki, kukukuku, kukkukkaka.”

The sound coming out of C’s mouth gradually begins to become muffled. That broken sound was like laughter, but it also seemed like spitting something out, like calling something, or like a final struggle to deny the approaching death by pretending to be positive.

widely.

In the space just between him and I, I take my step.

The lower half of his body flies away and he begins to slowly walk towards him in the form of a maggot with only one left arm remaining.

“Those bitches you cherished. You must be so fucked up right now. Frey isn’t as flexible as me.”

“… Are you saying that there is someone else from the ring bridge besides you?”

“Yeah fuck. Since Orphan is with them, all those bastards are probably dead now─”

“─Your fate was decided by that answer.”

Wow!

My heavy leg was cut down and blood splattered everywhere along with the horrible sound of meat being crushed.

My legs hit like a guillotine towards the unresisting death row inmate sitting on the floor, crushing something and shattering the asphalt.

What appears to be his traces mixed with the broken stone pieces of asphalt are coming out between my toes and I can feel the warmth rising up.

okay. From the beginning, it was impossible to find the answer I wanted from this conductor called “Chimera”.

From the beginning of my conversation with this guy, I didn’t understand anything he said and had no intention of understanding it.

As I was talking, the only thing I felt was that I wanted to kill the parasite-like guy in front of me.

If there were other conductors from the circular bridge here other than this guy, then of course there would be no need to continue the conversation with this guy.

Just by saying that alone, the Chimera guy’s usefulness has already been fulfilled. It was as if he had given himself the death penalty.

“Then… .”

After trampling C and mixing it with the ground, I grabbed my sword again and went out into the street.

There were long, blood-stained footprints trailing behind me, but I had no time to pay attention.

They said they arrived at the same time, but since there wasn’t much of a fuss yet, it seemed like my students weren’t caught up in the action by Frey, probably a conductor called P, so it seemed like Yoon Sia had accomplished the mission I had entrusted to her very well.

It looks like the students have already retreated.

‘But, if you think about it, it’s strange.’

So what happened in the original world line?

In the original work, only information that is known externally—to be precise, only information that Han Si-woo and Jang Soo-ri know—is known to have opened in Seoul on December 1.

However, judging from C’s words, the date that the circular bridge was originally scheduled to carry out the movement was November 28th.

In the world line where I currently exist, there was some kind of mistake and a being called me ended up being summoned.

‘In the original world, who was summoned on November 28th?’

As I was pondering that doubt for a moment, I felt a violent movement of mana from somewhere far away from the center of the city where I was standing.

‘I guess it’s that Frey guy.’

All of my students must have already run away, but it looks like the one who hit the back is running wild.

Yes, if it was truly an emergency, I would have received an emergency call.

The low-reflection smartphone in my hand was telling me the current time. The human smartphone held in the hand of a large dragon is as cute as a small chocolate pie.

And the cute-sized Choco Pie ended its life as a machine with a loud vibration and red letters appearing on the liquid crystal display.

This was because I was panicking when I received an emergency notification and accidentally pressed my fingernail hard on the screen.

“Damn it!”

It’s small, but it explodes, kicking the floor and exploding while swearing from the inside.

The strong, sturdy cell phone that had been made just for me to TUF specifications was just mourning its death as its parts slipped through my fingers.