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    -Gooo…!

    The monster let out a loud roar and kicked the ground.

    The head of a cow with thick horns. The body full of muscle fibers approached in an instant.

    On that path, Sierra had a static face and swung her sword, and it was only right before the collision that the sword was pulled out.

    One Sword. A clean sword drawing that needs no lengthy explanation.

    The excessive monster’s head flew into the sky. Then, a fountain of blood spurted from the cross-section of its neck, and its headless body collapsed.

    “… … ”

    Sierra took a few steps forward and turned around.

    A monster collapsed on the floor.

    A monster that could have been ranked 4th in the future lost its life in one blow.

    ‘Even so, it has almost no unique abilities, and its physical abilities are barely up to par. It’s not even a large species…’

    It is a strong entity, but it is not an uncatchable monster. Sierra can catch it easily.

    … It’s hard to catch it in one blow, as it is now. Sierra looked at the sword with complicated eyes.

    A blood red sword blade. An artifact obtained from a dungeon in the past, but the sword is now broken.

    The sword that should not have been there is now still in my hand. However, this sword is one that I had been handling until a few days ago.

    A faint sense of discomfort rose up through my palm.

    A deeper sense of discomfort. Sierra scanned the cross-section of the cow’s head stuck on the floor.

    It’s so smooth I can’t even describe it.

    That’s not all.

    There is no sign of regeneration. It appears that there is no regenerative ability, and even if there was, regeneration would have been cut off in an instant.

    The ‘current’ Sierra should not be able to cut as smoothly as I did, and should not be able to handle the spatial series’ unique abilities with such precision.

    But it was dealt with.

    He cut off the monster’s head with a single stroke of his sword, and with the precise use of his unique ability, he even tore apart the space between its head and body.

    It is a skill that cannot be practiced in the present, but can be practiced in the future as if breathing.

    An indescribable sensation ran up my spine.

    Disconnection. The sword I always had. The sword I lost a long time ago. Things I can’t do. Things I can do easily. The past, the future…

    [Oh…]

    “… … ”

    Sticky thoughts boiled over.

    The battlefield was where the aftermath of the last battle had ended and the cleanup was underway. Lee Ha-yool quickly approached and poked the monster’s head with the tip of his sword, exclaiming in admiration.

    [It’s a mix of the power of space and swordsmanship. It cuts the connection to space at the same time as cutting… I’ve used it like this sometimes, but it didn’t work out as fast and accurately as Sierra.]

    “… You are too kind.”

    The praise was overwhelming. Sierra made an awkward expression, guarding her facial muscles.

    The technology was penetrated. Not only was the manifestation recognized, but the shape and principle were also discovered at once.

    ‘It’s said that Astra’s observations are specialized in prophecy, but… it’s surprising that it was seen through so easily.’

    [Hmm… Aha? So this is how you do it in terms of distribution?]

    The blade swayed. It was a sway that was hard to notice unless you focused.

    The power of space. To be precise, the power of cutting space through application…

    It was copied almost perfectly, if not completely.

    Hasn’t it been about a year since Lee Ha-yul properly recognized the authority?

    Although it is only a reproduction through memory, it is an application that has been learned through decades of handling the power of space…

    ‘… … ‘

    I know why.

    Suitability of authority.

    Due to the unique ability of Lee Ha-yool, which is close to omnipotent, it was only suitable for the power of space and observation granted by the tower owners.

    …the suitability was said to be very good.

    A conversation we had a few days ago.

    It is said that he instinctively released the safety device of the power he had set in advance, causing an overload.

    That alone would have been enough to make you faint, but the curse had such an effect that you would go blind and lose your voice.

    There was even an incident where Sierra immediately banged her head on the ground, and Lee Ha-yool, who was flustered, tried to stop her…

    anyway.

    The conversation with Lee Ha-yul was also good news.

    A savior who was miraculously found and devoted all his energy to help. He was a person with greater potential than the tower owners had expected.

    ‘Siyoram 2nd grade.’

    I recently came across the bowl of the Tower of Purgatory.

    A monster that appears only after a full-scale invasion.

    Why is Lee Ha-ryul, who should be safe in the cradle, facing such a threat? This is a matter that needs to be discussed with a frown on its face.

    But Lee Ha-yul not only survived, but also defeated the incarnation.

    This is an absurd result.

    Sierra, the tower owners know what a monster the tower owner of Purgatory is.

    A monster that has lived in the tower for a long time, invading dimensions, and especially accumulating the divine power of slaughter.

    The incarnation of that guy was defeated in just one year.

    The hopes and confidence I had before have grown stronger.

    ‘… … ‘

    But Sierra couldn’t be purely happy about it.

    .

    .

    .

    “The situation is very good.”

    Sierra’s adjutant said.

    A cold and hard face. But, having watched his face for a long time, Sierra could tell that he was excited.

    “The attack was fierce, but the damage was extremely minimal. The condition of the barrier was stable, and in particular, there were almost no casualties. ”

    “… I see.”

    “There is no problem with food. Rather, there is so much left over that we have to give out additional rations during every break.”

    There is hope in the way he reports one by one without answering.

    It was completely different from the way he always looked when he was reported as dead.

    Because the situation was completely different.

    Students of the Cradle of the Cradle.

    Even cadets of average ability have grown and adapted in a short period of time to become a force that can support the axis of the front line.

    In particular, the performance of Lee Ha-Yul, who actively uses Taesan and Changhae for training, was tremendous.

    Build strong walls, slaughter monsters, maintain the front line as a commander, and pour out food from the ground.

    Fight enemies, protect, and even heal with magic.

    If you are short on weapons, we will provide you with weapons of much better quality than the manufactured goods of this era.

    “I don’t know when the dungeon’s quarantine will be lifted, but if this trend continues, we’ll be able to hold out until the quarantine is lifted.”

    Eyes that sparkle with hope.

    “… Okay. Good work. You go in first.”

    “… Captain, where does it hurt?”

    The adjutant tilted his head. He bit his lip and shook his head.

    “No, it’s okay. I’m just tired because I moved around a lot just now.”

    “Ah… I understand. When I saw you from afar, your movements were completely different. Have you come to any realizations lately?”

    “Something similar… happened.”

    “Okay. Then let’s go in first.”

    The adjutant nodded and left the tent. Sierra closed her eyes as she watched the adjutant’s back, his steps quite light.

    In the past, Sierra was the leader of a mercenary group.

    Then, he joined the union, and when the commander in charge of the front died, he temporarily took over as commander.

    This is the end of Sierra’s memories.

    “… … .”

    After that.

    The memory of the future was in my head.

    The adjutant is dead. Other members of the unit are dead. Most of the superhumans who were holding up the front line as if they were going to die are also dead. This front line eventually collapses.

    “… ha… ”

    Suddenly, Sierra let out a hollow laugh.

    Isn’t it absurd? I have memories of the future even though I haven’t experienced it yet.

    What’s funny is that it’s not even the future.

    This is a fake that has been implemented. It is a slightly modified record of the past that was not recognized as a fake.

    The future? Isn’t this a place that will naturally disappear at some point?

    I received the memory, but it is clearly not me. As time passes, it will disappear as a fake.

    It’s the same.

    No matter how much an enraged Sierra tries to stop him, he will disappear anyway. No matter what he does, it will all disappear as if it never happened.

    That was disappointing and absurd.

    ‘… What a shameful thing to do.’

    Anyone who was born, raised, and perceived in the observed world must have felt this emotion more intensely and desperately.

    -Squeak…

    Sierra, who had been silent for a while, sat up.

    While the monster attacks are stopped, you must impart various knowledge and experiences to Lee Ha-yul.

    Sierra, who had been creaking as she got up, headed towards the tent where Lee Ha-yul was.

    A tent set up a little away from the campsite. This is a tent that Lee Ha-yool set up separately.

    In front of him, another poem opened its mouth.

    “… … ”

    I tried to open my mouth. Before that, a strange intuition knocked on my head. Sierra blinked, knowing it was rude, but opened the tent without waiting for an answer.

    -Clap

    Something fell to the ground.

    Sierra lowered her gaze.

    Something that fell to the ground. Flapping like a fish that was pulled out of a puddle of blood…

    hand.

    “… What… ”

    It was so sudden that my head froze. Sierra looked down at her hands on the floor with her mouth open.

    The wrist is torn off, and blood is flowing from the cross-section.

    -Squeak, squeak…

    Not only was there no blood flowing, but the white circuitry was squeaking and leaking out from the cross-section.

    As if in sync, the fallen hands twisted and twitched. The fingers wiggling on their own approached me eerily.

    It is a point of view that focuses on the cut off part. Although it may be embarrassing, the cooled mind looked at the hand from a different point of view.

    The magic is twisted. The circuits are strangely distributed and tangled. It means something was done before it was torn apart.

    … Now that I look at it, there’s something strange about my hand.

    On the outside, it looked like just a white, smooth hand, but Sierra’s eyes could tell through the curve of the hand that its internal structure had changed.

    The number of bones, the direction in which the muscles are intertwined, and the nature of the skin are all abnormally altered.

    … the magic power is also strange.

    Fire, water, ice, earth… lightning? wind? Various magical powers are intertwined.

    -Puguruk…!

    Soon, my hands will become swollen and swollen in various places, stained with the properties of the elements…

    “… … ”

    Sierra, unable to close her gaping mouth, raised her head creaking.

    “What the heck is this, what the heck is this situation?”

    Although it was not my intention, the words came out trembling. The owner of the fallen hand also flinched.

    Lee Ha-yool, who was trying to pick up the fallen hand, was sweating profusely.

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