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Light of Beginning (3)
Coo coo coo coo……
A roar that gradually grows louder.
The huge white pillar that connects heaven and earth gradually increases in size and becomes more powerful.
Now that I think about it, it was quite a long time ago that I started worrying about the identity of that pillar.
It was after I succeeded in completely opening the territory in Lvivbach Forest that I started to become interested in the pillar that had suddenly crashed down onto the top of the snowy mountain.
“…….”
I was curious.
Why did the pillar of light appear at the top of the snowy mountain where the hunter’s hut, which was the starting point for all characters, was located?
Why did it begin to be visible only when it surpassed the hierarchy of transcendents and reached the pinnacle of mortality?
And why is it spraying colors that are strangely the same as the white screen when the game starts?
‘The passage through which the well of Yeokcheon sent the heroes.’
Labyrinth 7th floor.
The answer I received from the God of War after obtaining the Wish Stone was the answer to all my questions.
‘A path that connects to the well of this world line.’
At the same time, it was also a clue to the most outstanding possibilities among the numerous scenes in his domain.
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Next to the growing pillar of light, a smaller pillar of light falls silently.
Soon, a large figure scurried out from within. He was a giant one head taller than Dallon.
“Phew….”
A soft sigh. Muscles like rocks writhing in sync with the breath.
Scars and white tattoos appear tangled on her bronze skin, and her tightly tied gray-white hair slowly sways as she walks.
“Dalver.”
“okay. “You are the protagonist of the prophecy who soothed the lion’s resentment.”
The fighter whose name was called grinned. It was a smile that revealed sharp fangs.
“I watched from the well. “I saw you complete my final blow and crush Xun’s incarnation on the northern battlefield where the fate of the Tsardom depended.”
The fighter bowed his head deeply. Her loose gray hair fell over her shoulders.
“It was you who saved the High Orcs from extinction and helped them continue their legacy.”
“…….”
“thanks.”
Tuk. Tuk.
Water droplets falling one after another from beyond the flowing hair.
Dallen watched the traces of emotion falling on the rocks on the beach in silence, engraving them deep in his heart.
“…….”
Sometimes silent emotions have a truer density.
Rather than a boiling fighting spirit, the anger that has cooled down and calmed down, and the smile that remains calm even after the joy, is comparable to true happiness.
“So now…my fist is yours.”
That must be the reason why the owner, whose will is as hard as an old rock, raises his fist and spits out an oath.
As soon as Dallen nodded, another pillar of light crashed down next to the martial artist called the Gray Fighter.
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“It was painful.”
What appeared through the light was a man of short stature, around Dallen’s shoulders.
The thin, pale face and generous robes are typical of a wizard who focuses only on theory and practice while avoiding exercise.
“After waiting for eternity with no end in sight. “A feeling of helplessness that does not diminish even after endless years.”
However, the sky that thundered every time a word was spoken and the thunder that bloomed from the fingertips and blackened the rocks on the beach were enough to prove the strength of the hierarchy.
“It would be a lie if you said no. But it is also true that we kept our promise.”
The steps stopped right in front of Dallen’s nose. The man was laughing.
Daeltarion, an archmage who was called to the Sky Fortress and a god slayer who destroyed the true body of the evil god Xun.
What appeared on his face was a smile that could not be completely erased from bitterness, but at the same time, it was also an expression full of relief.
“You perfected the lightning and protected the people around you. “He promised something no one else could accomplish, and he risked his life to achieve it all.”
The wizard slowly raised his right hand. What was flashing inside was a bright blue thunderbolt.
“So my lightning is yours too.”
As soon as he declared that, blue electricity flashed and split, sending out five colors in all directions.
As if waiting for that signal, the pillars of light that followed began to hit the ground one after another.
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“In the end, both of them were saved. “A mithril refiner and a one-eyed master craftsman.”
Dalukahim, the bushy-bearded blacksmith and owner of the Dragonbone Sword, walks out with a big smile on his face.
“You are the rightful owner of my hammer and weapons.”
The moment he raised the hammer that dismantled countless dragons and shouted energetically, hundreds of weapons poured out from the subspace pocket in his arms without stopping, forming a defensive formation.
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“I was grateful just for telling me the end of my atonement… You truly showed me a miracle.”
Necromancer Dalum Jive, who screamed at the end of the apocalypse, also bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude.
“The souls who have fallen victim to my sins will also face hell according to your will.”
As soon as magical power flashed in the warlock’s hollow eyes, countless souls lined up behind him and began to emit a wailing sound similar to the sound of a horn.
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Pillars of light are falling everywhere.
Heroes of all kinds walk forward.
A warlock who stalked a witch. A wizard who uses a sword.
The sixth silver masked apostle. Sage turned into a stew.
The paladin who uncovered the sacred flame at the bottom of the shadows of hell stands up once again with sacred flame engulfing his sword.
The betrayed rider of the evil god raises his flag and aims the sharp tip of his spear at the army of the evil god who abandoned him.
Some were ordinary criminals, while others were excellent magicians or warriors.
Some people achieved wealth and power with their talents, while others were left behind for their entire lives.
While there are murderers who burn down cities on the side of evil, there are also many contradictory people who live unique lives and whose intentions are unknown.
However, there was clearly something the same for all of them.
“Welcome the resurrection. Brothers. Even though it is a limited resurrection… it is the first time we have seen each other with such clear body and soul.”
As the saint who breathed sweetly said, all of these people were corpses but came back to life.
From being heirs of a legacy, they became an inheritance in themselves, and they were beings who took on a new body as the realm’s subjects.
After awakening to the impending destruction of the continent, each of them went through their own struggles and came to an end in their own way.
And the regrets and doubts gained at the destination were once again germinated into the supernormal ability of possibility.
“Is this our last battlefield? It’s the Hell Alliance versus the Hero Alliance. “Not bad.”
An archer, who is said to have shot down a star, walks out with his arrow hanging on a string.
The summoner, who wore bracelets and necklaces all over his body, muttered a spell and placed his hands together toward Dallan.
About a hundred criminals and hundreds of superhumans.
And at their head, eight transcendents gathered like generals leading an army.
Ugh…….
Centered on Dalin, who stands at the forefront, faint waves of muted color slowly begin to spread out in concentric circles.
A wave of power that passes through the transcendental people and resonates wider and wider, overlaid with their own colors.
[The well of the inverted sky… Are you planning on eventually destroying the world itself with your own hands?]
Was I watching all of this from somewhere without revealing myself?
Ripples rose again on the lake, and the evil spirit’s roar of astonishment echoed throughout the entire beach.
[Inheriting power and summoning an external being are completely different things! They have no medium in this world. They are entities that cannot be established!]
“Damn.”
It was Dallaine.
He added with a chuckle, black brain energy flowing from his entire body.
“The bastard who tried to devour the continent almost fell on me, but his mouth is still alive.”
[……I am proud to say that I have reached the pinnacle of divine prestige! No matter what I was like in your world line, I am now a perfect being and conqueror of the five great hells!]
“Look at that. “Your tongue is also really long.”
As he chuckles and waves his hand, silent-colored lightning scatters like waves.
Daelin, who evaporated the rippling lake with a single wave of his hand, continued.
“Why isn’t there a mediator? “There’s a bastard in that corner of the room.”
“……?”
“Even though in his previous life he was a loser who got dumped by his girlfriend, at least here he is a seeker who carries the burden of all of us.”
“If you’re going to curse, if you’re going to curse, if you’re going to praise…”
“It’s mirror therapy, you idiot.”
The appearance of Tusin holding up his middle finger.
The sight made me laugh out loud, but the words themselves were not wrong.
‘Did I create and control these characters? Or is their life just reflected on my monitor?’
The image unfolds as you reach the seventh step of the labyrinth and obtain the wish stone.
When I asked the God of War about the order on the snowy field of that familiar snowy mountain, he answered like this.
‘Which came first, the chicken? Or which came first, the egg? Was that important from your perspective?’
Although at the time it was just a Zen question and answer like a spellcaster.
Now, I can understand it completely, beyond understanding.
It is impossible to know which came first.
But no matter where it started, one thing was certain.
Dallen, who clicked the keyboard and mouse in a cycle that was repeated hundreds of times, was soon the hero of each world line.
The fact that the lives of heroes, full of adversity and struggle, came together to fill the life of a gamer in a small corner of a room where the computer was whirring.
Even though their appearances and personalities, as well as their inner thoughts and purpose in life, were different.
These were Dallon.
And Dallon was one of them.
“That’s why.”
Cooung—!
The advance of a martial artist who steps firmly on the ground.
“Our swords, spell powers, and images belong to one person.”
Gagejiji──┬┴┬┴
The electric magician’s thunderstorm begins to warm up along with the beastman.
“The tasks and responsibilities we were unable to complete were also carried on one person’s shoulders.”
earth!
The sound of metal resonating from the hammer that was struck began to summon tens of thousands of weapons.
“On this battlefield, our spirit and body were subordinated to just one person.”
Kigi Geek──
A huge skeletal hand appears in the air and opens a gap in a space filled with evil spirits.
Wooooow━━━━!!
The holy light emitted from the saint illuminates the darkness of hell.
In response, the main archer’s arrow spun like crazy and turned into a golden line.
The sight of an ancient giant slowly rising from the wide-open ground, followed by hundreds of superhumans and criminals drawing their weapons at once.
The faces of the heroes, who quickly prepared for battle in their own way, showed a determination clearer than anything else.
“Come on guys. “I think we’re ready—”
Daline, the leader, began.
That was the moment he lifted the corner of his mouth with a smirk and pulled out the sword he was carrying on his back.
「Descent into the realm」
「The black sun that burns royalties」
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The pillar of light tears apart the darkness of the sky, and the sun, burning with an ominous inky light, casts a shadow.
[―From now on, I will kill and destroy all the demons and monsters I see without leaving a single one behind.] The
battle spirit’s battle cry, which returned from the bottomless pit, resounded throughout hell.
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