episode_0123

“What did you say? Absorb God?”

“Yes, that’s right. And I can help you with that.”

The old man blew his nose, spit out the blood flowing from his nose, and opened his mouth.

The damage he suffered from me didn’t seem to have much of an effect on his life itself, but the pain itself seemed to be felt, and the once sturdy old man looked as if he was chewing on pain.

I am a conductor of a circular bridge, my nickname is Collector, etc. It doesn’t matter.

Regardless of his abilities, he is the type of guy who would just get beaten up if he got into a fight like this.

Apparently, he betrayed the Ring Bridge and helped me by revealing The One’s fatal weakness.

However, he is not someone who should be treated specially and called a collaborator who helped me a lot.

At best, he’s just a villain, just one of the bugs that eat away at this world, and there’s no reason why I should accept it.

“What are you planning? Wasn’t your goal to beg Alexstras to pick up the beans and eat them?”

“Yes, precisely because I cannot trust Alexstras. Mr. Northmund.”

In an instant, the old man’s bloody face turns serious.

I thought it was a face that was moaning in pain, but in fact, it seems like it wasn’t particularly serious before.

It seemed like he said something quite interesting, but for some reason, his face got so hot that I thought I wanted to punch him in the face again.

But I immediately shook my head, clenched my fists, and asked him why.

“What does it mean?”

“The purpose of the Circular Bridge was to rule the world in a world where Alexstras swallowed the gods and was reborn as a god. But there’s a big problem with that. Alexstras doesn’t really have any interest in this world.”

“It’s hard to understand. Wouldn’t it be better for you if he had no interest in the world? The story is that it doesn’t matter how much of a mess you guys make of the world.”

“Haha, I don’t know. It seems like The One and the other guys on the loop bridge also thought that way.”

The old man smiled bitterly.

“That’s why I can’t trust the great devil. I believe you know how great a harm it is for the ruler to have no interest in what he rules.”

“… Do you think his attitude will be a problem?”

“Yes. That’s literally it. He has no interest in this world in which dreams are formed. Therefore, the world may disappear in the future according to his whim. It is not even clear whether they will keep their promise to us or not. It’s literally just a verbal promise, and he’s not even a human being like us.”

The old man’s vivid eyes look at me and he clenches his fists.

Come to think of it, this guy’s body is already starting to regenerate. His right hand, which had been crushed by my foot, had suddenly returned to its original state.

When I saw that the cut legs were gradually getting longer in cross section, it seemed like the cut parts would also be able to return to their original state within a few minutes.

As I was pondering for a moment whether I should beat him again and make him unable to resist, I heard the old man’s voice again.

The voice sounded somewhat urgent, as if it had instinctively sensed my disturbing thoughts.

“But Northmund is different. I thought that someone with a noble purpose of protecting the world would be better suited for the position. Even more so than Alexstras.”

“I am not human either, so what do you believe about me? Is there a law preventing me from being like Alexstras?”

“Hahaha, because Northmund wouldn’t do that. You are someone who has something at stake. Although you are a hero, there are some things that are not pleasant and there are many imperfections.”

My eyebrows furrow slightly as I suddenly hear harsh criticism.

But he doesn’t care and continues to pour out his story.

“Yes, you do not love individual human beings, but you love humanity as a whole. What’s wrong with utilitarianism? That is a natural thing for those who stand in the position of ruler.”

I glared at his face even harder.

When someone suddenly paints their face like this, it is often an attempt to hide their true feelings.

A normal person would be embarrassed and laugh if they heard such a sudden compliment, but I know that since I came to this world, I have been called a hero and put on airplanes many times.

This old man has a purpose.

I don’t know what it is, but one thing is certain:

The reason why this old man wants to cooperate with me is definitely not the reason he said.

“Actually, I also worried a lot. Is it right to give you every opportunity? But I had no choice but to agree.”

“What is that?”

“Ah, that’s right. I really like your personality.”

The old man continued to say, “It means having one goal and constantly working toward that goal.”

A great force suddenly radiates from the old man.

“I am a horse. I really hate people who say things are over without even trying. I hate people who set vague goals and think that it will happen someday, or that if it doesn’t happen, it was never a goal in the first place.

The same goes for the idiots in the church. They are just trash who vaguely believe that relying on the devil will do the trick, or that they receive a trivial ability and rush in without even a proper plan, thinking that this will make them invincible and that they can even defeat Northmund. That’s not what a plan is.”

“… .”

” A plan must be made secretly, grandly, meticulously in a dark place where no one can know, and then proceed at lightning speed without ever collapsing. Because the composition of the plan is important. That’s right. Northmund, you are a good example of that.”

“… Huh.”

“After reading Wittgen’s book, didn’t you understand everything in this world and make a plan and plan this from the beginning? Even prepare a background setting with Grandis and all. Oh, the acting skills that fooled everyone in the world were also good.”

“… !”

For a moment, my face felt hot, as if it was on fire.

I tried to reach for my face without realizing it, but I desperately tried to control myself and lowered my hand.

‘I’m glad I’m in the body of a dragon now.’

It’s a sharp thrust that feels like a dagger has suddenly been stabbed in the chest.

If he had been polymorphed as a human, he would have been polymorphed into a bright red tomato without any need for awareness, restraint, or anything else.

The old man seemed to understand my inner thoughts and chuckled.

“No, I’m not particularly trying to say anything about that. What matters is planning. Northmund’s plan is excellent, but the last part is a little flawed. But it’s hard to say that this is your mistake. It wasn’t long before I realized how to do that. Haha.”

“Okay… So what is that method? Let’s talk.”

This guy has a serious misunderstanding.

I believe that after I came to this world, I made a grand plan to become a god and put it into action.

‘No, I did make a plan.’

Well, that’s true to some extent. It is true that he came up with a ridiculous plan to gain favor by deceiving this world.

The only problem is that it’s a million light years away from the plan he had in mind.

And after that it was just vague.

I’m glad he’s currently misunderstanding, but I actually… This is probably the type of person he hates the most.

‘But this is an opportunity. Let’s take this opportunity to hear what the plan is.’

I looked at the old man’s face and slightly rolled up the corners of my eyes, as if urging him to answer.

It doesn’t forget to hit the floor with its tail as if threatening a little.

After watching my tail gently moving and hitting the floor for a while, he finally opens his mouth.

“Yes, Northmund, the last thing you need to edit is… .”

*

“I’ll leave it here for today. Thank you all for your hard work. It looks like everyone worked really hard.”

“Hehehe… .”

Jang A-hyeon was lightly stretching with a smile on her face.

Just now, the training of Northmund’s special disciples, the so-called Inner Circle, whom others call with envy and a certain amount of criticism, has just finished training.

These days, she seems to be in a really good mood, to the point where her eyes are a little cold.

Usually, Jang Ah-hyun walks around with a smile on her face that is likable to everyone, but these days, something unusual has been observed that goes beyond that and makes her seem to be in a very good mood.

And Han Sejun is looking at that with a slightly sullen expression.

“You really can’t stop laughing.”

“Well? is that so? I guess it’s because I’ve been feeling good about my accomplishments these days. It’s really refreshing to learn from a professor and get used to it.”

Not long ago, that long-haired woman with horns did that, and now even Jang Ah-hyun does that.

So there were rumors going around that she might have taken some kind of drug.

Why, isn’t there an image of children from chaebol families renting a huge hall somewhere, gathering their friends, and having drug parties?

“Certainty’s accomplishments have been outstanding these days. He is also good at handling flares. Is there any secret? These days, I feel like I’m blocked by a wall somewhere.”

“Well? I don’t know either. I guess it’s just because I have a lighter mindset. Hehehe.”

In response to Gideon’s slightly envious question, Jang Ah-hyun smiles lightly and accepts his greeting.

Of course, there would be no way to reveal this secret. That’s why I say it in an appropriate way, but the person who asked the question also nodded as if he didn’t have any expectations.

“I see. Certainly, peace of mind is a great help in training. I guess I should try to be more composed.”

With that, Gideon Gray, carrying his huge greatsword on his back, greets Professor Northmund over there and slowly moves towards the outside of the gym.

Sejun follows him with his eyes for a moment and then returns his gaze to Jang Ahyeon.

Sejun knows.

Why has Jang A-hyeon changed so much these days?

“Ugh.”

There’s a lot I want to say. It’s not easy to say it out loud.

Sejun couldn’t say anything and just kept following her with his eyes.

Is it too explicit?

If you keep looking at her like this, obviously everyone will notice, and she will talk as if she read your mind.

“Do you have anything to say? Sejun? Stop talking with your eyes. Huhuhu.”

Yes, that’s right.

Jang A-hyeon looks at him with narrowed eyes and speaks somewhat harshly.

I knew you would say that. Because he’s not stupid either.

“It’s exactly like the one in the cartoon. I was transformed by the power of love, and I thought that such directing was just comical permission.”

“It’s love… That’s so blatant. well? Rather, it should be seen as a relationship of true trust between them. Love can be broken, but trust is eternal.”

Then she lightly snapped her fingers.

A small light bullet flew from her fingertips and flew in front of Sejun’s face, making a popping sound and exploding like a firecracker.

“… Ugh!”

“Right? This is a trust relationship. We all trust each other. Sejun didn’t move because he trusted me, right? The professor and I have a stronger relationship with each other.”

For a moment, Sejun thought she was attacking him and almost took a step back, but somehow he felt a little embarrassed.

As I was looking at her blankly without saying anything, I saw the dean, who had seen the scene just now, handing me a gift from a distance.

“Jang Ah-hyeon, you have now reached a state where you can completely control your supernatural abilities at will. Your mana training level is high. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you, Professor. It’s thanks to the professor who taught me really well.”

She smiled brightly and tucked her brown bob hair behind her ear, smiling cutely.

Sejun looked at it and sighed softly.

I’m not particularly jealous of her.

No, to be honest, I liked her to some extent.

It is said that it was true that she was in Sejun’s heart to some extent that day when he went to give her a handout at the beginning of the semester.

But it was never a feeling of jealousy.

Her happiness was something that should be blessed, and of course Sejun had no disagreement with it.

but.

‘It will definitely hurt.’

It’s just a shame that her bright smile is broken.

Sejun slowly turned his eyes and looked at Professor Northmund. As if responding to Jang A-hyeon’s gaze, he also looks at her with a kind face.

Seeing that, Sejun narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘The dean is being a bit too much. Even though. While there is already someone else. Our leader… .’

Yes. Sejun has already seen it.

Late one night, after buying and drinking a unique coffee from a store, he realized that he was extremely weak to caffeine.

As a result, there was a time when I couldn’t sleep, so I tossed and turned in bed and left the dormitory for a walk and training. It’s an old story.

And then he saw.

For some reason, a suspicious figure dressed in black clothes was heading towards the main building of the Academy.

Of course, it was the coldest time at the time, so there was nothing strange about wearing thick clothes, but looking at the person’s movements as if he was looking around somewhere,

That’s because it was easy to figure out that he was a person with some impure purpose.

It was even more suspicious because it was moving along a dark corner rather than following a paved road.

Is he a spy who infiltrated the school from another country? I thought that too.

Of course, let’s say that the fact that a real spy just blends in with the crowd and doesn’t move around in such suspicious clothing didn’t mean much to him at the time.

And what Sejun, who was following that person from afar, saw.

It was a scene where the person was climbing the wall of the school at great speed and heading towards the open window on the last floor.

It was a shock.

The act of climbing a wall, or rather climbing up a wall without even using one’s hands, was not something that an ordinary person could do.

No matter how much they practice, ordinary people cannot climb the height of the 9th or 10th floor of an apartment building just by jumping on their feet. It’s a level that even skilled stuntmen or action actors can’t handle.

That means. The story is that the person just mentioned is someone with special abilities.

He secretly walked closer and focused all his attention on the open window of the principal’s office where the person had entered.

‘!!!’

I realized a shocking fact.

“Then shall we go back now? Sejun? Let’s invite Yue, Tania, and Muriel and have lunch together.”

“Oh, yes, yes.”

Sejun, who was reminiscing about the past for a while, returns to reality when he hears Jang Ah-hyun’s voice.

I looked at the man with resentment in my eyes.

“What is it?”

“… No.”

As their gazes met and the man’s gaze became harsh upon realizing his gaze, Sejun stopped looking down.

And then he looked at his leader with a bitter expression.

‘It won’t be possible. I don’t want to see this kid cry.’

The best he could do at the moment was to hope that his dear Dean would not hurt the tender heart of his pure leader.