episode_0227

Light shot into the sky.

Pierce the sky, steadily as if heading somewhere in space.

Even though it was bright daylight, the pillar of light shined brighter than the sun and colored the world.

On that day, no one, whether in the South or the North, did not see the light.

To the average person, it was just a supernatural phenomenon.

Just white light rising straight up from the ground.

It’s amazing and wonderful, but it’s just that.

It was a feeling not much different from seeing lightning or an aurora.

“Captain Rex, what on earth is that…?”

“······.”

“Captain?”

“······.”

However, those who picked up a sword and honed their skills to the limit or went beyond that limit and saw a greater meaning.

“Magic Tower Lord! It’s dangerous! Come down! Judging by the bright light, it must be a radioactive explosion! There might be fallout or something!”

“Huh…”

“Magic Tower Lord! Don’t lose your mind! Quickly!”

“How could that…”

And those whose minds have been polluted by digging and digging into the source of magic, exploring the world of the smallest units that were believed to be indivisible.

“Sogong. Are you watching?”

[yes. I’m looking at you, Master.]

“How does that look in your eyes…? My firearms are exhausted, so all I can see is a strange pillar of light…”

[In my eyes…]

Also, those who dealt with incomprehensible magical energy and tried to understand its nature by tracing it.

They all saw the same thing from the pillar of light.

no. To be precise, I saw the possibility.

[I can see the path paved by my senior in a distant realm.]

The end of my road.

A path where the different great meanings of swords, magic, and magic come together.

I was able to catch a glimpse of the source of all power.

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“Huuu······.”

Strength drains from the body.

All the ruptured muscles shrivel up.

Pain comes as if my entire body is being crushed by extreme pressure, and my body collapses.

But as if she wasn’t going to let that happen, Mijeong hugged me and supported me, allowing me to look up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful.”

“······Yes. Something, fallen leaves. Falling things. Same.”

An airship falls from the sky.

Slowly and naturally.

Indeed, as Mijeong said, some fall in a spinning motion, like falling leaves, some fall quickly with the bow tilted, and some fall while lying on their side.

This is the scene where all nine of the fleet’s airships crash.

When will we be able to see such extravagant spectacle again?

I looked up at the sky with Mijeong and laughed like an idiot.

Did you say there was no one in there?

The first time I used telekinesis to collide airships, I was scared that there might be people inside.

The moment I reached them with the utmost precision, I realized that it was true.

A dramatic light permeated the airships.

I could tell right away when I cut open the inside and took a peek.

“······How, did it. Are you sure?”

“I cut myself.”

“······Ben, what? That?”

Mijeong looks at me with a puzzled expression.

surely.

It doesn’t look like it was cut.

The airships are all still intact, falling as if their engines have lost thrust.

But I definitely cut them down.

It may be a little different from the commonly used concept of ‘Veda’.

But I can’t find any vocabulary to explain this other than the Vedas.

At this point, I’ve just been cutting down representations of things.

It only destroys the current state by breaking it down or changing it.

Even Oui could not escape that limit.

Although it is a technology that comes from a source within me, pure will, it is not much different in that it only touches external representations.

But the essence of drama is a technology that gets ever closer to the root of things.

The dramatic meaning enters a world deep inside the representation, which is normally unreachable.

So, the moment each particle of light penetrated the airship, I felt an enormous amount of information flowing into me.

The daily life of crew members on an airship.

The urgency at the time of escape.

Parts that clank, clank, and move according to ‘commands.’

And a ‘self’ who commanded the airships.

It was as if there was a whole world inside each and every small object.

As I hone my skills further, I think I’ll be able to deal with the things I’ve skimmed through separately, such as cutting this and leaving this alone.

The only thing that was possible for me, who was still inexperienced, was to cut down all the things that were close to my extreme.

So I cut down the fleet.

I was touched by the light.

Cut with will.

As a result, all the memories that permeated the airship crumble.

All parts lose power.

The ‘self’ that connected the airship to the airship disappeared.

That’s my play.

no. It was a drama that everyone who walked towards this path would encounter.

“······That, technology-”

“No. no. no. That’s not it.”

“······What. Not yet. All, no. I did it.”

“You tried to give the technology a name. no. You really have a great naming sense.”

“······.”

Mijeong is glaring at me with an expression as if asking how I knew.

It’s no use pretending to be upset and pouting like that.

It’s okay to give up everything else.

Whether it’s Iron Blood Storm Cham or Magic Sword, the name isn’t important.

But I think I’ll have to decide for myself this time.

As a pioneer who was the first to explore this road.

As a companion who will attract all who follow.

It was my responsibility to name this technology.

Where does drama come from?

It came from a quest for my will that started with swordsmanship.

What is the art of drama for?

It is not a technology for anything else.

Unlike the five senses, which have a clear purpose, the extreme sense is the sum of all the five senses, and paradoxically does not have any purpose.

So what is the drama?

technology?

Is it really right to call it a technology that does something?

Well, that’s fine. It may be far from the wrong answer, but who would understand such abstract words?

“A sword that cuts through the essence.”

Kugoogung!

The airships crashed to the ground, causing violent explosions.

Even though my voice was drowned out, Mijeong seemed to understand correctly.

And he nods his head as if he understands.

Dramatic meaning looks inside the representation of an object and its essence.

And then, no matter what, I cut it.

The purpose is by no means to cut, but that is the purpose.

And the reason why it was called a ‘sword’ rather than a ‘technology’ is not something grand.

Just because the path I walked was the path of the sword.

Now, actually, what I hold in my hand is just a crystal of solid will, and I wonder if it’s right to call it a sword.

When I still hold my will, I hold it with the shape of the sword in my mind.

That’s why it’s a sword.

It doesn’t even have the slightest resemblance to a sword, but what are you going to do?

If you twist it, the wizard will realize the meaning first.

It was okay for me to mess around here.

“Huh······. Just a little, just a little… Let’s sleep…”

“······Koh, come on. Me, next to you. Protect me, I will give it to you.”

“Thank you. I’m so tired, really.”

Although I talked about it as if it was easy…

It’s extreme, the reaction was much worse than expected.

The feeling of my body being crushed, like a plastic bottle in the deep sea.

It seems like the punishment for stepping into an area not permitted to humans is immediate.

If it were like before, it would have been a reaction that would have caused him to bleed out all over his body and die a long time ago.

Now that I can freely manipulate my will and strengthen my body, I am able to withstand this recoil that even magical power and magic power cannot withstand.

In other words, it is closer to a force applied to the spiritual body, or the world within, rather than a reaction applied to the physical body itself.

Therefore, there is no way to use demonic energy or magical energy that only strengthens the physical representation.

The will only strengthens and strengthens my source.

It hurts, but it hurts really bad.

That’s it.

It’s not a physical blow, but the pain being inflicted deep inside is unfamiliar, so it just feels like I’m going to die.

“Take a rest. ”

“······Yes.”

I knelt down and leaned on Mijeong, who gave me a pillow, and closed my eyes.

When the body gets tired, it shuts down the body, including the brain, and goes to sleep.

So what happens when the soul gets tired?

I was able to find the answer right away.

My body’s senses gradually become blurred and I feel myself transitioning to another world.

I feel like I am continuously being drawn into the world inside.

Is this the out-of-body experience that the Underworld God spoke of?

Until now, in order to enter the inner world, you had to lead your body yourself.

So it looked as if he had disappeared from the spot and teleported.

But this one is different.

My body is still receiving Mijeong’s lap pillow and her head being stroked.

Only my soul enters the world within.

|Ah! crazy! No!|

But at that moment, I felt an insanely strong pull guiding my spirit.

I noticed that persistent yet eerie flow of gravity as soon as I touched it.

This is the force heading to the Underworld!

Is there some kind of magnet in my soul?

All you have to do is leave your body and you’re in the middle of nowhere…!

I struggled desperately, trying my best to enter the inner world instead of the underworld.

Clearly, the world within me is much closer to the distance.

Literally, a monster-like force was pulling me and pulling me with a force strong enough to surpass the distance difference.

Can not be done.

As it is, I am sick of my fourth date with the Underworld God.

Really, I don’t want to die.

I’ll be able to go back anyway once my spiritual body is fully recovered, but just seeing that nobleman’s face is uncomfortable and I don’t like it.

The moment I looked at the world inside me pleading and moving away.

In the world inside me, a small light flickered.

I can see it slowly approaching me.

Those four lines approaching me look like tentacles.

It looks like a plant root.

Finally, when they reached my nose, their ends split apart.

Like a small hand, it spreads out its fingers and reaches out to me.

I grabbed them without hesitation.

In an instant, my body was wrapped in light.

And by the time I opened my eyes again.

“Eugene!”

“Ahh! Oh my, Yu, Yoo Yu-jin… Hmm… I’m so glad…”

“Alive… It’s alive…”

I was hugged by three women whom I loved dearly.