episode_0732

My grandfather spoke with concern to me as I wrapped myself in divinity.

‘That’s true.’

If I were to shake my head and tell him to get out, the warrior would gladly step aside.

Because a warrior is a person who values duty over his own desires.

‘But I don’t want to do that.’

As I listened to the warrior’s words, the desire that boiled deep in my heart took away my reason.

It’s a risk that doesn’t have to be faced. It’s a battle that will have more losses than gains. It’s a battle that has a higher chance of being lost than won. But that kind of battle is what makes it so thrilling when you win.

‘It’s okay. I’m stronger than I was then.’

Since receiving the power from Mama, I have never once used my full power.

To be precise, I should say that I don’t know how to generate power.

I myself have no idea how far I can go.

They say that my name is spreading throughout the continent and that I am becoming a god, but even though people around me say that, I don’t know anything.

But if you face the warriors in front of you, if you sincerely try your best to defeat each other, you will come to know something.

“Guys. Let’s play together after a long time.”

The fairies spread out around with a laughter, spreading the fragrance of flowers.

As the fairies flap their wings, their dust spreads, creating a stage filled with flowers and grass on the dry dirt floor.

I stepped onto the stage where I greeted people every morning, looked beyond the shield, and smiled broadly.

Then the warrior runs towards them with a cool smile and holding his sword in both hands.

Kwaang! The moment I received the sword that held the sun, I knew that my grandfather’s words were right.

The warrior who went mad in the darkness and the warrior now were completely different people.

It’s not so fast that you can’t keep up with it with your eyes.

It’s not so powerful that it’s unbearable.

But strangely enough, the warrior showed no weakness or opening.

As if such a person never existed in the first place.

After taking a few hits and stepping back, I deliberately relaxed my feet and lightly kicked the ground.

As the fairies flap their wings in response, the flower petals spread out.

Fairy tricks.

A power that has fascinated countless humans since ancient times and led them to the middle of the forest.

I didn’t think I could fool the warrior with this.

I just wanted to find a tiny opening and see his weakness with my eyes.

“You’re being too serious! You lolicon!”

The warrior who had opened the path amidst countless illusions reached me by cutting flower petals.

The sword swings again. The pain spreads through the shield. The sense of crisis that I could be cut at any moment if I make a mistake. I smiled in the midst of it all.

I know I’m going to sound like a crazy person, but I have to say it anyway.

I love this sense of danger, like walking on a knife’s edge.

This moment of tightrope walking is enjoyable.

And when I imagined myself winning at the end, a thrill ran through my whole body.

I’ve been through so many dangerous moments that I wonder if something’s wrong with my head.

What can I do? This is reality.

“Do you really have to be this sincere to a girl?! Are you really an adult!?”

“I always do my best! If you feel burdened, just surrender!”

“Ahhhh. Really! Yes! I understand! I surrender…”

A slowing sword. Regretful eyes. Hands filled with hesitation. A warrior’s gap that had never been revealed before.

As soon as he saw it, he lunged forward and swung his mace.

Although the warrior reacted late, he was unable to dodge my mace.

He raised the corners of his mouth in a smirk as he watched the warrior being pushed back after being hit in the stomach with a mace.

◦I thought you said %◦? Phew. You’re really a god.”

The audience that saw my cowardly behavior became momentarily silent, but neither I nor the warrior paid attention to their reactions.

The battlefield we had crossed was not a place where two knights danced on a stage.

For us who lived in a place where every step meant the difference between life and death, justice was nothing more than a luxury.

“I’m also very rusty.”

“If you don’t use it, it all becomes like that. Like your genitals.”

“Haven’t you ever seen it in person?”

“You don’t even react when I’m this pretty. It’s obvious you’re a pervert.”

The warrior responded to my laughter with a ferocious smile. Is this the end of the skirmish?

It’s really scary though.

Still, I think I know what to do.

The power I received from Mama is the power of beginning.

The power of this authority literally reaches into every beginning.

Well then, wouldn’t it be possible for me to write the story I want to tell right here, right now?

“It seems like you’re feeling motivated.”

“Yeah! I felt bad for bothering my old lady, so I did it gently. But when I found out that he was a piece of trash who swung a sword without caring about getting a cut on a girl’s skin, my conscience went away.”

The moment I thought about that, a blue window appeared in front of me.

[A new quest, ‘Inheriting the Hero’, is granted.]

[Content: Please enter the content.]

[Reward: Please enter the details.]

[If failed: Please enter the contents.]

Ahhh. Ahahaha!

Is this what the power of beginning is?

It’s good because it’s easy to understand.

Let’s see. The content should be something like ‘Destroy the hero’. The reward is ‘The hero’s ugly appearance’. The penalty for failure is ‘There’s no such thing’.

Because I won’t lose anyway.

I am the main character of this story.

I don’t like losing like anyone else.

[The quest begins.]

The blue window disappeared and soon the warrior ran towards me.

It was an attack that I had been desperately trying to block until just a moment ago, but as soon as the quest started, an opening appeared.

As he trusted his senses and thrust his shield forward, a refreshing sound was heard and the warrior’s sword bounced off.

“I’m going to tease you a lot now.”

Come on, go ahead and make a fuss, you mob.

*

There are many reasons why people train.

Because I want to be strong. Because I want to protect someone. Because I want to succeed. Because I want to stand next to someone else.

Besides this, people continue to train for their own reasons.

The moment they reach a certain level, everyone dreams of becoming the best at least once.

Imagine yourself stronger than anyone else and do your best to get there.

But most of them soon realize the cruelty of reality.

The word ‘strongest’ is an empty word, and it is difficult to even settle for reality with one’s own talent.

Many people living in reality today have given up on their dreams and only look forward, but they have not forgotten their dreams; they have just given up on them.

“Go!”

“Hero!”

“Just a little more!”

The word “strongest” shouted by the legend of the past revived in modern times reminded me of a dream that was fading away.

“Lucy!”

“Alren Youngae!”

“We have to stop it!”

The sight of a child writing his own legend fighting against a legend of the past warmed the hearts of many.

People have already lost sight of their original purpose.

They just desperately hoped that the person they were rooting for would win and that their dreams would come true.

“I didn’t come here to see this kind of thing.”

Ganshu looked around the heated audience and let out a hollow laugh.

The reason I came all the way here was to record Lucy Allen’s dark history, but I guess I can’t write about that now.

Ganshu, who took the notebook as if he had taken it from his apostle, tore out a few pages and wrote new content on them. In order to leave the legend as a legend.

“Hey. Crow.”

“…”

“Crow.”

“Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to miss a single moment.”

“Aren’t you thinking of making a play?”

“…A play?”

“Yeah. It would be a shame to keep this to ourselves.”

Lucy’s battle was a well-crafted piece of theatre.

A showdown between warriors of the past and warriors of the present.

A small child who was initially on the defensive, but at some point, they became equal and now lead the fight at their own pace.

An adult who admires the younger generation who is gradually gaining momentum and sincerely praises them.

Ganshu, who remembered countless stories throughout history, had an intuition about how this story would end.

Normally, he would pretend not to notice and would be scolded for talking about his intuition, but this time, he moved his pen without saying anything.

Some stories are beautiful even when you know the ending.

“It’ll be over soon.”

As a chronicler of history, I do not wish to disturb its end.

*

Even after the battle with the evil spirits ended, I never neglected my training.

Even though I had no more reason to be desperate, I moved my body unconsciously.

It wasn’t because I had nothing to do.

For me, who could go anywhere on the continent, there were so many things I wanted to do.

But I’ve always asked myself why I gave it all up and wielded a weapon, and now I think I know.

I wanted to become strong.

There is no reason.

There must be a reason why a reckless boy dreams of becoming a hero.

Thank you very much, warrior. I learned this thanks to you.

So I will never let you off easy and will push you to the end. I will grit my teeth until the moment you collapse.

Let the word strongest have meaning!

There was a moment when I was desperately fighting the warrior with my teeth clenched and my weapons crossed.

An ominous sound was heard from the opponent’s weapon.

“…you lost.”

The warrior looked at the sword that was broken in half and let out a hollow laugh.

There was regret in his eyes, and his clenched fists were filled with regret. Instead of being stubborn, the warrior chose to step back.

“Are you giving up already? You can come at me with your bare hands?”

It was something I couldn’t understand.

It wasn’t his fault the sword broke.

It’s just that the weapon couldn’t withstand the strength of the warrior.

If I were you, I would have been so upset and angry that I would have thrown a punch.

“No. I’ll stop here this time. I don’t think I can win even if I try to force it right now.”

…Have you noticed my power in the meantime?

Haha. He really is an amazing person.

Is this what a warrior is like?

“And I’m an uninvited guest in this case. I’ll try again later.”

“You won’t accept it?”

“Well, then I guess I’ll have to pray until my junior accepts it.”

As he said this, the warrior who had thrown his sword bowed politely to Mama, who was sitting on one side of the audience, and then stepped back.

Maybe later?

That would be fun.

That’s when I’ll really punish you terribly.

I stretched lightly, met the gazes of many people, and raised my mace with a giggle.

Then a roar erupted from the audience.

“This is driving me crazy.”

Amid the cheers that filled the basement, one person could be heard cursing.

Arthur, who had to fight next, was biting his lip while tightly holding his sword.

“That’s true. I wonder if I can live up to their expectations.”

Beside him, Arthur’s opponent, Rene, shrugged his shoulders.