Chapter 272 – Gorgalia (4)
“Chainsaw Punch! Chainsaw Punch!”
I cut the burning tree with a chainsaw.
─Teeeeen!! The rune of mental protection shattered the firewall protecting Yerna’s memories. The firewall, which should have mysterious magic rules, was shattered.
Shattering the protection magic installed in your memory by pushing it with mana and mental power?
Even in the year Jena, I would have never imagined something like this. She heard that it was a 100-minute discussion and went to research materials, but it was the same level as flying from the chair shot.
Still, this was my way. A criminal’s self-defense was meaningless in the face of a grueling battle of guts that pierces through logic with a single fight.
─Roaring!
The burning tree tried to stop me somehow, blocking my view.
There would be no ego in the memory that was only information, but like programmed magic, it was to block intruders even in an unfamiliar environment. I hacked with a chainsaw wrapped in flames.
At the same time, he cared about the amount of mana from time to time.
‘If it’s the size you can see from the outside, you can go all the way to the other side.’
It was thanks to the increase in mana by killing Enrir’s offspring. If he hadn’t grown up by absorbing the youngster’s mana, he would have woken up with an MP O-ring in the middle.
‘If I don’t hurry, I won’t be able to investigate for long today.’
Once you destroy the firewall, it won’t be able to revive, so if you spend time, you’ll figure out what’s going on.
“Pongdarri, ppongdtari, tteurelaroo~, mulberry… Yes?”
For the first time, I found something other than soil, trees, and flames as I leisurely made my way through the forest while adding meaningless chuimsae.
It was a corpse. A body that was burned to death.
It was an unexpected appearance, if not out of the blue, but it wasn’t strange. People could have lived in the forest, and this is Yerna’s memory.
‘Should I pass?’
Even Nara, who had grown accustomed to gross things while living in a different world, didn’t feel like digging into a corpse.
Police and detectives say PTSD comes from working while looking down on people, but wouldn’t it be a loss to the world if a forager with a sound mind like me gets a bias in his mind?
‘… Ha, bitter.’
After making such an excuse, I turned off the chainsaw and drove it into the ground.
I really hated it enough to give it an excuse to be sick, but I should be able to ignore it. If the person is important enough to remain clearly in the memory, you should check it out.
“Excuse me. I’ll check your fever.”
I turned over the corpse while spitting out a few words.
Surprisingly, the back was black, but the front was intact. Perhaps Yerna, who saw the dead body only from the back, could not imagine the horrors of her front.
‘Or maybe I wasn’t consciously imagining it.’
Because the corpse was an elf that looked just like Yerna except for the color of her hair.
“… Is it family?”
Mother, sister, brother? Either way, it is certain that they are closely related by blood.
Then, which way did Yerna go?
I got up and pulled out my chainsaw when I found a pair of shoes lying on the floor. The grass-like elf-like shoes were small enough for a child to wear.
Glancing at the fallen body, she ran after the owner of her shoes.
I didn’t think it was the wrong way. The further you go this way, the stronger the fire and the more trees blocking the road, which somehow felt like a reinforced firewall.
“Mokdun Jinsu Cheonsu counterattack!”
The Chainsaw Killer’s twin blades shattered trees. It was a car that went ahead while smashing the rejection reaction like that.
Fade in, fade out.
It was a screen transition that I had never experienced before. I felt a sense of immersion that permeated my mind——a sensation I called the stream of consciousness.
I opened my eyes, fell into the darkness, and woke up.
***
──The nape of the neck became itchy.
‘I’ refrained from reaching my neck as if in a seizure. If I had been foolish enough to open my wounds that hadn’t healed on my own, ‘I’ would not have been trusted by my friends for my wisdom.
The hand that held her cane was very white, but the wrist was too thick for a woman. It is a beautiful male arm, as if an artist had painstakingly carved it.
No, to be honest, it would be correct to say that the function of male or female was given to a creature based on ‘me’ and ‘me’s siblings.
Because the only thing ‘we’ didn’t make with our own hands were animals that didn’t have reason.
─Chuck.
The staff was pulled from the beast’s corpse.
All the animals in the way were removed. Those who try to escape will be pursued and destroyed by the followers. It is their job to pursue fleeing prey.
On the other side of the road there is a survivor who escaped from this attack.
‘I’ walked gracefully, brushing off the blood on my cane.
The one protected by the magic of the necklace was a young elf girl. Her ears were red as if they had been heated by her own heat. It must be because her shoulders, which tremble while giggling, are shedding tears.
She made her way to the girl, putting on a navy blue light. The flame that burned the forest went out as soon as it touched the hem of ‘my’ clothes, like a fairy watching out for rudeness.
“Hey. Are you okay?」
She talked to the girl.
─Fantastic! The elf girl ran away without looking back. ‘I’ waved her wand, feeling pity for her. When the space of the forest was rearranged, the landscape changed. ‘I’ is transferred to the future of the child.
“… Huh?!」
The frightened child stopped running.
Her fear-drenched eyes checked this side of her face—no, the shape of her ears.
Her vigilance faded in the child’s eyes. She may have thought they were her own people.
“Where was the injury… Looks like no What’s your name?」
“… Yerna. This is Jerna Rios Alp.”
The child said her name without question. She was an innocent eye. She believed that ‘I’ was her own kind, and she seemed to have no doubts.
“Help. Mom, my mom was taken by a monster…」
The crying child stretched out holding on to ‘I’ by the legs as she searched for her mother.
“… Sorry. It’s too late for me to come.”
‘I’ lamented her and she hugged the child. The girl’s mother confirmed that she had stopped breathing on her way home. The lineage of the high elves was meaningless if it did not bloom with its power.
Because while ‘I’ was stuck at the top of the world tree, the bloodline of the gods had also faded.
─It’s hard.
Her hand gripping her staff tightened. ‘I’ once again harbored rage against the self from thousands of years ago.
Was it this? Hello, was this the world we hoped for?
At this rate, isn’t it the road to hell that unleashes the children and filthy beasts sent from the heavens into the mud?
A world where fate doesn’t rule? Pioneering the future with children’s hands?
A stupid child with only a head left. It would have been better if he had just left and died when the head was cut off by the god of the sea.
If he had, he wouldn’t have given his sister-in-law such foolish advice.
If he was the god of wrath and the main god of the Asir clan, who was wiser than he was, he would have created a decent world that was incomparable to hell.
The attached neck is itchy. Lack. The wounds that had been left unattended for thousands of years had festered, and even after 100 years of patching up the body of a friend, it didn’t seem like they would stick.
Lack. I needed to get some more power back.
To do so, the blood of the “Beast”——More sacrifices were needed.
Even the believer who will offer his blood.
“Hey Yerna. Would you like to come with me?”
‘I’ said while stroking the blue hair of the child in her arms.
“If you do, I will give you the power to avenge the one who burned your hometown. The power to punish the beast that caused this horror and the impersonators who commanded it.”
Uranus is wrong. Odin made a mistake.
Neither ash trees nor elms are needed in this land anymore.
The favorite of chaos shouldn’t have existed. ‘I’ will have to regain the right world that flows according to the predetermined destiny.
——Destroy all humans in Midgard.
That must have been the responsibility of a foolish god who endowed wisdom and wit on grassy mud.
“… You are.”
The child asked while wiping his swollen eyes.
“… Who are you?”
「Henir.」
In response to the question of the child inheriting the lineage of the High Elves (Ljósálfr), ‘I’ announced the name I had been called since ten thousand years ago.
「Chong Hye-sin, Henir=Vili.」
When ‘he’ revealed his name, I woke up.
***
It was a morning that woke up in the most dirty mood ever.
I woke up because Mana came out. But it wasn’t just because I was running out of mana, like when I first used Beast Return, that I was in a good mood.
“Hi and fuck. It’s so fucking nostalgic with these fucking hotheads.”
Me sticking out her tongue. The afterglow is left because of the immersion in the dream.
Why is that If you look at it calmly, it’s a dream that’s not worth immersing yourself in, but when you wake up, for some reason, tears come out or your heart feels nostalgic.
I felt just like that right now.
‘That’s why it’s like fucking twice as much.’
Even though the lineup of characters and the state of the great gall were a bitch, it feels like watching a fucking movie that made me cry.
Of course, the film would be a documentary film in which Adolf Hitler and his descendant, Kim Hitler, hug and cry.
It felt like shit, as if I, a native Korean, had been immersed in watching the tragedy of the police officers during the Japanese occupation.
Damn it, I don’t have room for sympathy when I think about how many people those bitches killed.
“Done. After all, it’s more an interpretation than a dream.”
After patting my cheek, I thought about it.
‘They’ve roughly figured out the organization.’
The president of Tustars said before looking back. It means to be careful of the puppies outside the wilderness.
After combining that will with the existence of 〈 Compilation Battalion 〉 and kneading it well, if you imagine it, a speculation that has no evidence at all pops out of the neuron oven.
‘──Are these fuckin’ racist bastards trying to kill all the humans in another world?’
Maybe this is right
That is the ultimate goal of the organization Yerna belongs to.
I was lucky. It was the first challenge that led to the most important information. The first shot was a miss.
‘Is it the genocide of mankind? It’s more realistic than the end of the world.’
Looking at that alone, I would have thought of it as a KKK-elf and thought about how to do it.
‘But the god behind that fucking terrorism?’
I felt like I was going to turn around.
Even an elk passing by knows that religious terrorist groups are dangerous. But is it really a religion that rolls up its sleeves and jumps into the fire to save followers because God can’t bless it?
Be sick It’s so damn cool. Even if the doctrine wasn’t just racism, I’d want to kick out shamanism and join it.
I don’t know why these criminal organizations are so close to me and Bari. I will fall in love with you very much. Sibul jjang birds.
‘… Henir. Henir.’
I remembered the name of the god I had a butterfly dream about.
What else is Chonghyesin? It’s a name I’ve never heard of.
What I didn’t know, who was a slave in the archeology lab at one of the world’s most famous universities, is that he’s not a famous god in human society.
It’s a really fucking thought I’ve been thinking about a lot these days, but I don’t know why I haven’t read something like Norse Mythology since I was on Earth.
In preparation for the time when everyone goes to another world, let’s study mythology from time to time. Don’t regret like me.
1 child.
‘Anyway, that bastard named Henir must be the boss.’
There could be no position higher than God.
Well, if it is a pseudo-religion, even if it is God, it is normal to go after the pastor. However, the cult leader is 100% a true god.
Is it also a descendant of a god like Veronica or a fallen god?
No. Just looking at the information I read roughly, it seemed like he was Odin’s best friend who had farted and farted ahem, hem, since the time of the mythical age.
A bastard like that runs for his own sake, but who will replace him?
It’s a memory from the year Yerna, but I can roughly understand why I was able to read the memory of a strange god.
Maybe Henir was blowing air on Yerna and telling her story.
‘The problem is that the Yernane group doesn’t look like much, considering that there is a boss like each of the gods.’
If you’re hiding from others, I’d like to tell you that I hid it so damn well.
I don’t know how old Yerna is, but I’m sure she’ll be 100 years old.
However, the group that moves with God as the main axis is unable to achieve its goal for that amount of time?
Until the baby elf grew up and became a humanoid?
That can’t be explained unless the guy named Henir is a rare Jonber maniac.
‘And if you have a lot of capital, there’s nothing to do.’
A personal truth here.
A person who is not afraid of loss will never stay alive.
Why am I scared every time I buy an item from Junior Naver’s Animal Farm? Isn’t it because if you buy equipment with your hard-earned money, your balance will be empty!
‘Compared to him, there is nothing to be afraid of Jammin who uses money bugs with cheat omatic.’
If you’re not afraid of losing, you don’t even know how precious money is and act like a dick. While demonstrating one’s abilities.
What does that mean?
Maybe the reason why the bastard called God picked up the baby Hitler Jerna and endured it was because there was a reason to endure and endure.
─Scratch.
I scratched my neck.
The tickling I felt in my dreams was not normal. I don’t know exactly, but Henir also had restrictions on his actions.
It’s a guess, but it seemed like a sacrifice was needed to overcome it.
The human sacrifice that Odin hated so much.
“Hmmm…”
I remembered that Year Yerna had kidnapped adventurers from the Ghost City.
Offer food to the gods, and use the remaining flesh and blood to create an alter ego?
‘He’s such a fucking frugal bitch.’
It’s a pity that my ability wasn’t good enough. I should have killed him more painfully. I tousled my hair.
“It’s been a headache since the fucking morning.”
It felt like I had gone out in the mood of going on a rough reconnaissance and found a nuclear bomb development site in an enemy base.
You want me to explain this to my wives? And fuck me Crazy and jumping up and down.
I didn’t think the owner of a local bakery who had to tell me that a large franchise company next door was trying to ruin our store wouldn’t be so miserable.
“Ehh.”
They say that what you don’t know is medicine, and there is nothing wrong with the old saying. It was a pucking good morning that seemed to seep into the bones of Seonhak’s wisdom.
“Yes…”
It was then. That is why Fran, who was sleeping in bed, held my hand while talking in his sleep.
I bruised for a moment and then stroked the cheek.
‘Yes, fuck. What would I do if I was just sighing?’
Fucking things happen the same on Earth and here. A person had no choice but to pray or try to make things work out to the extent that they could be solved by their own hands.
So that we can enjoy a happy life of biting and sucking with our cute wives.
A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step. I hugged the sleeping Fran and got out of bed.
First of all, yes.
Let’s prepare breakfast for my wife.
