episode_0328

I received a revelation.

It was a very special thing to hear the Lord’s intentions directly, but the expression on the face of the person receiving the revelation was somber.

Because revelation no longer had special meaning,

On the contrary, I ended up hearing it too often, which made it difficult for me to find peace.

[…The hero is coming.]

[…You have to prepare.]

“…Ha.”

The top of the tower overflowing with blue snowflakes.

The Third Apostle, Oblivion Orion, tapped his throbbing head.

God’s intentions that I have heard since I became an apostle. When I first received revelations, I did not receive them this often, but these days the cycle has become extremely short.

‘Is it because the number of apostles has decreased? It must be so…’

Just 10 years ago, it was once a month, but then it became once a week, and then once a day.

Now, whenever there is a gap between consciousness, it attacks.

Yesterday, a revelation came in during the battle, and I felt troubled.

To be honest, it’s almost like a distraction.

It was originally a glorious visit of revelation, but there were times when I almost fell into a mental state because my thoughts were disturbed when going up and down the stairs, drinking water, or practicing meditation.

‘Even though we won in the end.’

The corpse in front of Oblivion Orion, a giant tentacle-like demon, was originally the owner of the Tower of Despair.

Until yesterday, he was the owner of the tower where he was quietly contemplating the magic world, but now he is growing cold amidst the fluttering blue snowflakes.

[The warrior gained strength.]

“…It’s okay. All you have to do is create a workshop. In the workshop, I will never be defeated.”

In a headache,

Orion babbled softly as he continued to draw blood from the huge corpse.

Dozens of tentacles gradually lost their color, and the eyes that were once full of starlight gradually became whiter and lost their power.

But his eyes were always looking at Oblivion.

A gaze full of hatred and pity…

Kwasik-

A hand like a cypress tree broke the eyeball. Oblivion picked up the sparkling jewels from there.

I peeled off the skin and took the deep-seated bones.

[…creating a workshop?]

[Killing the tower owner and staying in the tower is not a bad choice.]

[But since you killed the tower owner, you will receive the tower owner’s name instead. If this happens, you won’t be able to get out of here, right?]

The Tower of Despair and Oblivion reached the same level of great wizardry, but the saying that great wizards are out of this world also applies.

Tower of Despair is weaker than Oblivion. So I lost.

I wanted to run away, but the tower’s control wouldn’t let me do that.

The tower is a new object that has existed since the creation of the world.

A tower must always have an owner. It grants eternal life until its owner dies, but in return, it forces it not to leave the tower.

Even the demon god who helped create it can’t do anything about it, so Oblivion Orion cannot escape from the tower until he dies.

Kwasik-

“…It’s okay. If the hero kills me, he will become the owner of the tower. Then you will not be able to reach the Lord.”

[I appreciate your sacrifice.]

“I think it is a transaction, not a sacrifice.”

[transaction?]

“I did not rule out the possibility that I would win. All you have to do is explore magic in the tower.”

An apostle with seven positions as he should have been.

Apostles become apostles for their own reasons, but Oblivion and Orion became apostles to overcome lifespan and break the blockage.

When he was human, he reached the level of 8 stars.

However, he was sixty years old at the time, and it was more realistic to pray that his brain would not break down rather than achieve more magical achievements.

Sometimes I wallow in self-pity.

Of course, I also blamed the parents who gave birth to him.

Why did you give birth to me as a human? Couldn’t they have given him more talent? Excellent brain. Even if there had been at least one general among our ancestors, the time given to him would have been easily doubled.

So he became an apostle.

I stayed in my room and crossed the winter mountain range with a pale and slim body.

reached the devil’s edge. I uncovered an old map hidden deep in the dungeon and offered a sacrifice to the forgotten god…

Indeed, the power of the being who created the world and contemplated it was enormous.

The cliff that had no end in sight quickly collapsed, and a dazzling achievement settled into his mind.

There were some sacrifices and demands for enlightenment, but the pleasure of breaking down each blocking wall one by one was incomparable.

Wizards are inquisitive and selfish beings at the same time.

Because there is no favor without return.

Because gaining power requires a certain price.

So Oblivion Orion willingly fought against Prien.

At first, he was immature and often had his limbs torn and his whole body chopped into small pieces, but that did not ruin the state he had built up.

The more he was revived, the stronger he became.

Magical achievements improved day by day.

At some point, he no longer died, and was able to freely do whatever he wanted in the workshop…

[I still have regrets.]

“…”

God pierced the third apostle.

[Sacrifice is inevitable.]

[I will give you a reward equal to or greater than the expected sacrifice.]

God’s decision was engraved in his mind.

The top floor of the tower is filled with a bloody smell.

The by-products left by Orion were absorbed into the floor.

[A workshop is not enough.]

[I killed the owner of the tower, so I have to take everything from him.]

[Skills, knowledge, and weapons.]

[all.]

Because the tower was created at the same time as the beginning of the myth, it was impossible to intervene, but it was quite possible to overlay it.

Oblivion Orion stroked his beard and admired it. He bent his skinny legs and swept the floor.

“…Is this a level we can reach someday? No, can we reach it?”

The language was devoid of reverence and respect. There was only strong desire and greed within it.

[…there is.]

Nevertheless, God gave Oblivion Orion the answer he hoped for.

Because he is special and worthy of love.

The last remaining Sadogi.

*

A week has passed since the power of prophecy was strengthened.

‘No, since there was no power of prophecy from the beginning, wouldn’t it be correct to say that it was strengthened?’

To conclude, poetry gained the power of prophecy.

I put my hand on the obelisk where the starlight gathers. Even if there is a minor incident where you faint the moment a huge amount of energy comes in and it takes a week to recover afterwards.

“…How can I put out this fire?

Siron blinked his left eye, which was overflowing with blue energy, and said. And while frowning heavily, he tries his best to extinguish the blue energy.

“No, fuck! this! It won’t turn off…?!”

“Why are you trying to turn it off? It’s just cool.”

Lucia giggled and expressed her honest feelings.

This was not because he had a blind eye for poetry, but rather it came from the heart.

Live, Angwang. There were many literary words expressing boiling fighting spirit and force, but in the end, it was an illusion felt by the person expressing it.

Even if the eyes sparkled with magic or the mana was visualized and overflowing, the energy of the subject emitting death could not be fully expressed.

but,

Even now, the blue flame blooming from Siron’s left eye was different.

Truly a ghost!

It seemed like he had the fighting spirit to chew down the bones of anyone he encountered!!

“If I had known it was this cool, I would have rather… Eup!”

“You idiot! Do you want to die?!”

Seira shouted, quickly covering Lucia’s mouth.

Barely a week has passed since I took the Mana Oath, but I forgot about it.

Siron, who had seen this rather bloody idiotic act, breathed a sigh of relief.

“…What’s cool? Not an adolescent brat.”

“By the way, did you receive the power of prophecy properly?”

“Something flashes and passes by…”

Siron focused on the sense of heterogeneity in response to Seira’s question.

As far as he knows, Prien’s prophecies do not manifest themselves in a set way.

Lucia Prien’s prophecy in the game appeared through a dream, and Glenn Prien’s prophecy showed the future while becoming distant from consciousness.

Siron’s prophecy seemed closer to Glenn’s.

‘I’m dizzy.’

[Mana is draining all the time.]

Should I say that reality suddenly becomes like a video playing quickly?

Unlike the world that the right eye was seeing, the left eye, overflowing with blue energy, was seeing the ‘future’ passing even faster than that.

‘It seems like it can be used in battle, but how does this work?’

“I can see the future. Seira, you will let go of Lucia and stand up.”

“…What happens if it doesn’t happen?”

Seira understood Siron’s intention just from a moment of conversation. She decided to ‘on purpose’ ignore Siron’s prophecy.

That moment.

Pajik-

“…Ugh!”

A headache that felt like pricking a needle gave Siron. A new future appeared. Seira stood up and approached Shiron with a worried look on her face.

“What, what is it? Could it be that you were the victim because I didn’t wake up?”

Seira acted according to the future. He approached Shiron with a worried face and checked on his well-being.

“Oh…”

Siron expressed pure admiration. The only way to see the future is when the prophecy is not spoken.

If you try to twist it intentionally, you can twist it, and immediately a different world line appears.

“Isn’t this bullshit?”

It didn’t matter anymore that I looked like a middle school soldier with a spark in one eye. Siron held onto his pounding heart for the first time in a long time and looked back at Lucia.

“Lucia.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll close my eyes, so stab me with the sword.”

“What?”

“Quick, let’s see if the performance is good.”

“…I understand.”

Lucia followed Siron’s words even though she had an uneasy expression on her face. After a while, Sirius in her hand turned to Siron, who was blindfolded.

“…Are you ready?”

“Uh… wait a minute. Yes, I saw it all.”

“It really stings?”

“Okay, stab me quickly.”

Siron proudly pushed out his chest. Are you worried about Siron? Lucia, illuminated by the future, hurled Sirius in a straight line. And very slowly, at the speed of an ant crawling…

‘If you do this, you can avoid it even if you don’t have the power of prophecy.’

It was a moment when I was just about to let go of the attack.

Phew! A blade that sparkled like a star pierced Siron’s chest.