episode_0095

“Ha, ha.”

Because something that shouldn’t have happened happened. Some might call it a miracle.

And miracles are called miracles because they always happen.

[It is true. Because I knew you wouldn’t die.]

“It sounds like you looked at the inside of your hand? Why don’t you give up losing face.”

When the devil’s voice, which seemed to convey some sense of relief, was heard, Sejun took a deep breath and responded to Adramalek’s answer.

Adramalek frowned when he heard Sejun’s voice, which looked like he was having a hard time, but was filled with joy. No, it looked like he was frowning.

[How did you stop it? I ask you.]

However, Sejun did not answer the question, but instead grabbed his sword and stamped his foot.

Seeing Sejun flying in a straight line towards him, Adramalek once again launched a defensive attack.

A beam of light flew straight towards Sejun, and as he saw it, Sejun quickly scratched the broken and cracked floor with the toe of his shoe.

Quagwagwang! A loud explosion occurs, and the flash of light that Adramalek was shooting out is erased.

Adramalek, seeing Sejun like that, nods his head slightly.

Just from that alone, he guessed why his attack didn’t work.

Most likely, he used the flow of mana that spread like a bright light around his body to blow out countless fragments and crush the light beam.

Adramalek’s vision, sighing at the absurd situation, was instantly obscured.

This is because Sejun’s charge that surpassed the speed of sound immediately brought them face to face.

“Hwaaa!”

And with great enthusiasm, Sejun’s favorite weapon, the longsword, swings sharply towards Adramalek.

Let’s go!

There was a noise that scratched my nerves, as if it came from an old radio that wasn’t receiving signals properly.

It was the sound of Adramalek’s body being cut by Sejun’s long sword, which seemed to have been scribbled with black marker but had a definite shape.

It was the sound of a primordial demon called Adramalekh, who had been around for thousands of years, or more, being cut down by a steel sword brimming with flames.

Adramalekh reacts greatly to that incredible reality.

The unfocused, glaring eyes embedded in the center of the huge sphere open wide.

[This is also the previous stage of the final body. The limits of that ability are endless.]

Sejun opened his mouth as he saw Adramalekh laughing at his almost foul ability.

Of course, with his feet still planted, he held the sword that he had swung from the top to the bottom once again and swung it diagonally loudly.

“No, it’s not just because of that.”

[…] .]

“You don’t know how hard I tried. You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up at night just to follow the dean’s toes in order to reach this level!”

Adramalek’s arm was cut off.

It looks like it was scribbled with a ballpoint pen. Sejun smiled as he watched the part that looked like charcoal being cut off.

It felt as if something was coming up through the smile he was making.

But, trying to ignore it, Sejun swallowed his emotions and swung his sword once again.

His sword body burning with flame cuts space, leaving an afterimage in the air.

“I’m not strong just because I’m part of your plan. You always think of everything as a fluke. That’s your limit.”

[…] .]

“You said you lost your will as time went by. Yeah, I guess that’s why. That’s how I was able to ignore the fundamental element of the world called effort.”

Sejun was on fire. It wasn’t just a metaphor; it really was like that.

It was moving faster than ever, explosively as if burning up all remaining life, and shining brightly like the Star of Light in the dawn sky.

As a result, he was suffocating due to the feeling of nausea rising in his throat.

In reality, Sejun’s body was close to its limit. His mana hall had already consumed all its mana and was screaming.

Even in such an atrocious situation, Sejun’s attacks continue.

“And because you ignored it, Adramalek, you are now dead!”

And Adramalek listening to it.

It stood still without moving.

It was a bitter feeling.

I should have moved here.

Once again, I had to do everything I could to avoid it.

If the light did not work, he would have had to change his body to physically break the resistance of the spare in front of him.

But instead of doing that, the devil just uttered one word.

[This is the end.]

He knew it well.

The fact that this child named Han Se-jun will not last long since he burned everything.

And if you dodge the attack and try to separate from him to save your body, Sejun will soon retire as he will not be able to win against his own strength.

In addition, I had prepared a line containing all the keywords that would make this boy’s eyes blur.

Why?

Saaagh—!

There was a big cut. I couldn’t even hear any noise.

There was no sound anymore, as if it had happened in a quiet room surrounded by soundproofing material.

And it was only a matter of seconds before Adramalek assessed the situation from where the sound had temporarily disappeared.

Visibility is low. It was as expected.

Sejun’s long sword cut his body into two pieces.

Since you have already lost all of your physical body and have a body that is close to the etheric body, damage to that shell is very fatal.

This is a huge blow that cannot be reversed, and he also realizes that he has no hope of recovery.

The plan has already been broken. It can no longer be restored to its original state.

Still, how was it possible to commit such a meaningless act?

Sejun didn’t say anything.

The bridge was trembling and trembling, but it did not collapse, and we were quietly watching the end of this magnificent piece of history.

Therefore, Adramalek quietly closed his eyes, realizing everything for the last time.

“… Why didn’t I resist?”

Sejun asks. The answer to that question was simple.

This is because he created his own answer by projecting the reality he experienced here onto the knowledge created by seeing it for himself, and was satisfied with it.

[For what you said is correct. We have no will. I can’t tell if it’s because of the long period of time or because we locked ourselves in the cattle pen, but your words are correct.]

“… Is that really it? Just because there was no will? That’s all it is?”

Sejun’s questioning voice is conveyed.

Of course, such an answer will not be satisfactory. He chose to end his life simply because he didn’t want to fight anymore.

[You already know this yourself, Sawtooth. No, Han Sejun.]

“What… .”

[If I can give you that much trust, Northmund’s plan must have been very complete. Therefore, I have concluded that it is right to do it, so don’t worry any more.]

Hearing that answer, the face of the weak-looking boy, who doesn’t think it would be surprising if he falls down at any time, as if he would fall on the floor and lose consciousness if someone taps him from behind, gradually hardens.

Adramalek looked at him, his vision already blurred, and continued speaking.

“No matter how much it is… .”

[We have already lost the meaning of what we want to do. Now that this situation has proven it, why hesitate any more? Our long-term plan could only be given up like this, and it was simply an effort.]

“… .”

[However, what is most regrettable is that I do not have much time left, so I cannot hear Northmund’s grand thoughts before he disappears.]

Sejun forgot what to say as he grabbed the lapel of his training clothes, which were originally somewhat white, but were now completely gray and black.

I wanted to say something, but I was worried that it would be a huge insult on the last way.

An awkward laugh rolls around my lips, and a sip of saliva flows down my throat as I try to swallow something awkward.

[So please fulfill that purpose. You should never do anything you will regret.]

“… .”

[I hope that Northmund’s plan comes true and that the story of the human Han Sejun, his partners, and Northmund, rather than the artificial beings of Han Si-woo and Jang Soo-ri, can continue in this world forever.]

That was his last.

Just as charcoal carbonizes and collapses on its own, Adramalek, who had finished speaking, made a small noise and scattered to nothing in vain.

Bingle.

At the same time, a small black gem was lying on the floor.

Perhaps that is his magic stone. Until now, he would have simply used the energy of the magic stone to maintain his body.

And now that it has disappeared, the only thing that tells us that the demon called Adramalek existed is the black obsidian-like magic stone.

“… .”

Sejun closed his mouth and quietly bent his trembling legs to pick it up.

At the same time, the cool feeling unique to the magic stone enveloped his hand, and soon, combined with his supernatural ability, it exploded into a red flame.

Sejun swung his hand once, holding in his hand a fiery red flame that seemed as if it would be torn apart by just the visible color.

At the same time, a half-moon shaped mass of magical power flew towards the front. It was a blade that looked similar to Northmund’s specialty, the half-moon slash.

[Sejun! and! Wow wow wow! Great, great, great!]

The voice of a fair-minded Himekate girl was heard.

In a way, it seemed sarcastic, but it was only due to the exaggerated expression of emotion typical of the Japanese, and it was truly an exclamation of heartfelt admiration.

In short, the point is that since the character Yue Nakajima gave the most praise he could, there is no reason for Sejun to tackle it.

Well, actually, I didn’t even have the strength left to tackle it.

[You really, really won. Right now, Muriel, Tania, and your unsightly junior are all about to drop their jaws.]

[huh.]

[Same goes for me. Haha, aren’t you growing up too fast? Did you hit cheats? I think it’s a bit too much.]

[Ahyeon Jang.]

[Yes, congratulations. I thought you would win. Because it was a natural result… yes? Do you have anything to say?]

With no energy left, Sejun collapsed on the floor, literally drawing a large Chinese character.

I just tried to sit down, but my body moved on its own.

The fatigue was so extreme that Sejun frowned slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of pressing down on every bone in his body, and while rubbing his palms on the tattered bottoms of his training pants, he let out the last piece of doubt.

[Ahyeon Jang, have you ever heard about the dean’s plan?]

[yes? uh… Plan?]

[Yes, if you have heard anything, I would like you to tell me. Even if it’s not everything, I’d like you to tell me some of the story.]

[yes? Oh, that’s it… .]

And before Jang A-hyeon could continue speaking, Se-jun lost consciousness from deep fatigue.

In some ways, that was fortunate. If Jang Ah-hyeon’s silent, hesitant action mixed with a shy smile had kept his wits just a little longer, Se-jun’s pupils would have been shaking.

Just like that, a page of history was turning.