Chapter Index

    Where did it go wrong?

    It was an idea that occurred to Deltan while he was running through the islands.

    Clearly, the plan itself was perfect and it was sure to succeed since they even obtained the camouflage of the Lopalgar they were aiming for, and it was only natural given the situation.

    Those were the thoughts that kept flowing.

    What would have happened if I had never left the system?

    What if I had chosen a different way to catch Lopalgar?

    No, what would it have been like if we had looked closely at their actions and discovered their true purpose first?

    … Of course, these were meaningless assumptions.

    There is nothing more foolish than regretting something that has already happened.

    In any case, what is certain is that the power of chaos has returned due to some kind of number, and thanks to that, they have been able to break through the system without magic.

    I couldn’t even hope for a solution in the same way three years ago.

    In the first place, everything was different from that day.

    The Deltans of three years ago knew when, where, and how Hermanesis would appear, and they knew how to prepare for it.

    They fired anti-aircraft guns prepared in advance into the sky, tore through his body, entered the world of images, and destroyed him.

    But what about now?

    I don’t know where the power of chaos came from.

    The sky was clear, and all that remained was the phenomenon of mana evaporating.

    All I know is that the devil is targeting Agnes, so I went through the system on my own and this is the result.

    Agnes’s death was just around the corner.

    Alarms come to mind one after another.

    It’s so noisy.

    My head is dizzy due to the alarms flowing before my eyes.

    No, I’m dizzy because my head has lost blood.

    Anyway, it didn’t matter.

    There was something more important than that to the Deltans right now.

    Deltan stretched out his hand and placed it on Agnes’ cheek.

    That’s why she was crying.

    “… Why are you crying?”

    A hoarse and cracked voice came out.

    Agnes’ eyes widened.

    The tears that were hanging loosely flowed down from the movement and wet Deltain’s fingers.

    Suddenly, Deltan thought that this situation was unrealistic.

    It had to be that way.

    Was there a woman named Agnes Levadeine who cried so sadly?

    Wasn’t she a woman who, no matter how mentally difficult it was, would shake it off by frowning?

    Many emotions came to mind through tears that were both surprising and unfamiliar, but in the end, those were the words I uttered.

    “Cry… E.”

    I hated seeing Agnes cry.

    As far as Deltans knew, Agnes was a woman who looked better with a playful smile than with a face like this.

    She was a woman who seemed suited to getting on my nerves and getting stuck without realizing it.

    In other words, she is a woman who looks happy at those times.

    “Deltain… .”

    “Why… Call… .”

    “… are you okay? Can you stand up?”

    The voice is mournful.

    For some reason, my heart ached.

    Even though the sword clearly pierced the middle of the abdomen.

    “I can’t get up. however… It’s okay.”

    Agnes cried again.

    It looks like someone ripped off the faucet on her tear duct.

    “What is that… .”

    He was crying with a red face, and he looked so sad that Deltan tried to force himself to get up.

    Then, suddenly, I collapsed again.

    “Don’t stand up. Anyone will come here, so let’s wait. Huh?”

    “… Then cry or not.”

    Agnes pursed her lips and raised her arms to wipe away her tears.

    But it didn’t go well.

    Tears spread all over her face, which was as red as a tomato, and Agnes became the saddest person in the world.

    Deltan said feeling frustrated.

    “So, why… I’m here… .”

    I told you to stay home.

    Anyone there would have protected Agnes.

    Even if it’s like Pobler or Jevis, Gerhart can fight well even without mana.

    There was a lot more I wanted to say than that.

    “Life span is also… why… .”

    Is that what it looks like?

    What did I do that reduced my lifespan from about 80 days to three days?

    When I spoke harshly, Agnes responded by whimpering.

    “Gerhart also collapsed… Because I’m worried about you… Lifespan is a spirit… Hi, I wrote it… .”

    I answered really hard.

    I don’t know whether to praise or curse.

    Deltan continued to stroke Agnes’ cheek.

    In doing so, I checked the condition of my body.

    ‘… no.’

    I felt very unwell.

    Although he was able to maintain a minimum of life with the restored mana, the wound was at a level that required divine treatment, as the interface said.

    And for such treatment, abstinence for at least two weeks is usually recommended.

    It wasn’t enough to find a way to extend Agnes’ remaining lifespan.

    The situation is just hopeless.

    But even then, there were definitely feelings that arose.

    ‘… .’

    … It was a joy.

    Even in this situation, even though Agnes was about to die, the system was broken, and there was a knife in her stomach, for some reason I laughed at that one word.

    He was just happy that Agnes cared about him.

    I felt so embarrassed myself, but I couldn’t bear it.

    No, how can I endure it?

    It’s none other than Agnes Levadein’s concern.

    Even though I ignored and denied it, there was a feeling that eventually came to me.

    It was coming into clear form.

    ‘really… .’

    Damn it.

    ‘I… .’

    To this woman.

    “… .”

    That I gave my heart away.

    I slowly became so wet that it was meaningless to even remember when it started, and I came to want her.

    No matter where I looked, my footsteps were ultimately heading towards her.

    Her honest body wanted her more than reason.

    That’s what the heart said.

    “Don’t cry.”

    I hope she smiles.

    He also said that he wanted people to pick on him by saying trivial things, and that he would apologize if he got angry.

    Then he would accept the apology as if he had no choice.

    Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, beyond the promised three days and even into a time zone that I haven’t even imagined yet.

    I want to do that.

    ‘… therefore.’

    I am determined to do something.

    A colorful staff pops out from a pitch-black pit.

    Agnes’ eyes widened, and Deltan looked at her and spoke.

    “… Three days is too short.”

    Even just thinking about cancer, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to do anything in three days.

    Whether it’s conveying these feelings properly or losing to her.

    So Deltan concentrated his mind.

    I left the knife stuck in my stomach and held on tightly to my dazed mind.

    widely!

    I hit the floor with a staff.

    I slowly raised my upper body.

    “Deltain… what are you doing… ?”

    Deltan answered.

    “Miracle.”

    I was going to try to make it happen.

    Hwaaa!

    Mana spread out.

    Beyond the square where the two people are, it passes through the streets and districts of the system.

    It spread across the entire island, and soon a magic circle was created that filled the sky of the island.

    I ignored the alarm.

    *

    Hierarchical magic represents the status of each dimension.

    From the first dimension of points and lines, the second dimension of faces, the third dimension of cubes, and the fourth dimension of hypercubes.

    Therefore, humans considered the magic up to the third level of their living world to be the general end, and those who transcended it were called Archmages.

    This is the settings of [Ebloor].

    So Deltan thought of a question.

    ‘What next?’

    The dimensional realm that Deltans know of exists at least up to 11 dimensions.

    If so, there must be a corresponding hierarchy, but why do the residents here think that the fourth hierarchy is the end?

    This was a question that came to mind about two years ago, when I was in the midst of researching magic, and at that time, Deltan was blocked by a wall during his research and could not continue further.

    That’s why such an alarm came to mind.

    At the time, there was no reason to continue research while ignoring that warning, so I gave up.

    Since I thought that the interface had its own reasonable standards, I did not look beyond that.

    So, now that you know the reality of that interface, it is a level worth challenging.

    Deltan stretched his hands to the sky.

    Uuuu…

    The magic circle moves according to the gesture.

    New letters and shapes are added, erased, intertwined, and then released again.

    “Deltain!”

    Agnes shouts.

    The Deltans ignored it.

    It’s probably because the knife stuck in the stomach is shaking.

    ‘I have to survive.’

    Agnes must be saved.

    There was no question or rational understanding about that proposition.

    All Deltan wanted was her life.

    There is no assistance with the interface.

    But it was okay.

    It’s just that I didn’t challenge it, because the theory was already in my head.

    ‘Level 5.’

    Next, beyond reality and illusion, perception and time and space.

    To the point of twisting providence and reproducing a miracle.

    To the future where you can hold your longed-for dream in your hands.

    ‘Fuck you.’

    Deltan has always been a man who needs to achieve everything he wants to be satisfied.

    Deltan smiled and chanted.

    There was only one thing to think about.

    Because we can’t save Agnes right away.

    Because I don’t have much time left.

    Still, I want to save her.

    “Reincarnation.”

    Rather, let’s give something of ourselves.

    Just-

    I snapped my fingers.

    At that moment, blinding light exploded across the entire island.

    Hwaaa!

    *

    The light subsides.

    A place where the white curtain that erased the distinction between all things has been lifted.

    Deltan slowly lifted his tightly closed eyelids.

    The world is blurry and hard to distinguish.

    My head was pounding.

    However, there was something I felt more clearly than that.

    ‘… ‘You really have a body like trash.’

    The chest pain was such that I thought I was going to die right now.

    Deltan put his hand on his chest.

    What was touched was not the hard pecs, but the soft female breasts.

    For example, the magic was successful.

    The magic of changing each other’s bodies.

    “Uh… ?”

    In front of the Delta man, Agnes was staring blankly at the pierced ship with his body still in place.

    Deltan giggled because it was funny.

    “… Don’t make that kind of face with my body.”

    Agnes raised her head.

    With bright red hair and gold eyes.

    With a blank face, as if he couldn’t believe it.

    Deltan continued.

    This is because time was running out.

    “If you just stay still, a rescue team or something will come. They will take out the knife in your stomach and heal you. Jeong Yang-hae.”

    “Go to Gerhart and explain the situation. We’ll take care of the cleanup.”

    A black pit appeared under my feet.

    “And… .”

    For a moment, I tried to continue talking, but I was completely speechless.

    It felt like something was blocking my mouth.

    The shadow rising from the pit took the shape of a hand and tightened around my body.

    These were the hands that took Lopalgar away.

    “Deltain!”

    Agnes came running.

    It passed straight through the Delta Inn.

    It seems like the dimensions have already separated.

    “Sigh!”

    The sword stuck in her stomach was shaking and stabbing her, causing her to fall down.

    I should have taken it out.

    No, if that had happened, the bleeding would have gotten worse.

    ‘I said I’d come back… .’

    I have to.

    It didn’t work.

    Deltan looked at Agnes with bitterness.

    There were various habits, such as the lack of force in the corners of her eyes and the lack of movement, allowing Deltan to tell that she was Agnes even though she was in her own body.

    Such interfaces filled the retina.

    Deltan raised his head.

    Agnes was looking at herself with tears in her eyes.

    Deltan grinned at that.

    I pursed my lips.

    ‘wait.’

    Called.

    Soon, Deltan was sucked into the pit.

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