Chapter 1636 – Together
What is that bastard?
Walking around the Demon A district, the Demon King of Battle is Tuk Tuk. He tapped him on the shoulder with the spear.
‘He had no hesitation in killing his own people.’
Even if you know that they will come back to life, you just kill the people who were caught up in the incident and could be considered victims.
This is not a typical human way of thinking.
That was quite a refreshing behavior for someone who doesn’t care what happens to her.
Dre did a few more things after that, saying it was verification.
Either keep going up to the sky.
Either break through the ground and continue downward.
You can either wait and wonder what will happen over time.
The result was a reset.
In all three cases, fog storms covered the world. The bright sun welcomed the two people.
In other words. The people of this village could not face tomorrow and kept repeating each day.
This is a fact that the Demon King of Battle, who constantly killed people when he came to this village, had no idea.
But.
‘Are those experiments meaningful?’
Can this situation be overcome by knowing under what conditions a reset occurs?
But what’s even more surprising is. Even though I thought it might be a useless thing, I didn’t have any objection.
A human who knows her. For example, if Pendrum, the Demon King of Freedom, had seen her as she is now, he would have been very surprised.
The devil of battle is a wild beast.
Her fierce beast that even her hardache can’t handle.
Among her demons, who are considered to be warlike, she is especially aggressive and loves battle, but she obediently listens to others and refrains from fighting.
‘At best, it’s just a guess.’
A folk tale researcher placed two SR tales under different tales. They say we need to find the nucleus. It’s all just a guess from that Adele guy.
There is no clear basis.
Nevertheless, the Demon King of Battle was not displeased with this situation.
According to his opinion, there was even confidence that the situation would gradually improve.
He found it surprising himself.
‘No. Isn’t there anything surprising?’
She was born as the lowest-ranking member of a tribe that killed even her own family, and gained everything through battle.
Is it because of countless battles between life and death? Her intuition has greatly developed.
Added to her is the power of battle. She obtains near-perfect answers and insights in most combat situations,
That’s her judgment. The man who uses the ridiculous pseudonym Adele is giving confidence that he can overcome this situation.
‘Those eyes.’
Eyes like those of an expert in martial arts.
Like I’ve been in this situation dozens, hundreds, thousands of times. The eyes of an experienced person who knows everything, perhaps having been doing it for over 10,000 years.
The devil of battle was drawn to those eyes.
In fact, he noticed that the more the Battle Demon King and the two SR monsters fought, the stronger they became by absorbing each other’s skills or developing new skills.
Also, I don’t know what he did or how he did it, but he succeeded in slightly reducing its power by interfering with this world and causing the tales to appear directly. He even had good eyesight to distinguish all kinds of divine powers.
But the most annoying thing is. It is the unknown fighting power that is hidden.
He is a strong person who has nothing to lose by trusting him.
“Tsk.”
The Demon King of Battle clicked his tongue.
The situation of being dragged around became unpleasant once again.
‘I’ll follow you for now.’
As far as possible. For now.
What. I will follow you for now.
If you don’t get results, just pierce that proud face with a spear and that’s it.
The Battle Demon convinced himself and entrusted the task to Dre. We began a mission to collect folk tales from around this bridge village of peace.
In any town, there are bound to be one or two trivial stories.
There are such stories in this town too.
But. There was only one story that was worthy of being a folk tale filled with divine power. The Battle Demon King thought so, and Dre agreed.
“Sacred statue.”
It was the name of a folktale.
The content of the tale was as follows.
One day, the world suffered a blow that brought it close to destruction, and the prisoner survivors naturally gathered in a safe land where there were no traces of destruction.
On that land, there was a human-sized statue that gave off a sacred atmosphere with all its might.
The beast people were in awe of the statue, thinking it had prevented the destruction of the land, and began to rebuild their civilization by worshiping it as a god.
The statue was actually alive, and as the prisoners thought, the creatures were able to stay alive thanks to his protection.
I felt that the statue was unique to the prisoners who depended on each other, developed, and did not forget to make offerings to themselves even in a harsh environment.
The statue revealed its will and gave strength to the beasts.
Thanks to the power of the statue, which had god-like power, the beastmen rebuilt their civilization with incredible momentum.
They left small statues imitating sacred statues in each house to express their gratitude.
However, humans are truly treacherous and ironic creatures.
People who depended on each other when things were poor began to compete with each other to rank each other when things became prosperous.
In the end, they largely split into two factions due to differences in values.
I gradually forgot my gratitude to the statue that helped with the reconstruction.
As the quarrels became more intense, offerings began to stop coming in properly.
The statue was angry, but wanted to give the prisoners a chance.
He called the representative prisoners of both factions and spoke.
I will appoint a certain day and hide in the house of one of you. Just for this day, please find me and make an offering to me.
The prisoners said they would understand. I promised that I would definitely do that.
And that day. The representative beastmen went to war, and in the chaos, no one found the statue.
The statue was very patient.
Instead of punishing the prisoners right away. I wanted to use that magical power to turn back time and give them a chance.
They kept turning back time, once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, until they found themselves.
And.
Prisoners, not even once. I didn’t look for him.
The statue gave up the prisoners.
He completely destroyed the civilization he had rebuilt.
And the land on which the two fighting factions stood was split and physically divided.
Once again, grief and sighing boiled over in various parts of the devastated world. The statue no longer answered prayers.
And it is said that the land that was divided into two came to be called the human world and the demon world.
“Was there anything else to talk about besides that?”
“Nothing. I’m sure because I asked it on my body.”
As the Battle Demon smiled warily, Dre clapped.
The Demon King of Battle asked, feeling strangely bad.
“Why are you clapping?”
“I applaud your fairness in torturing even your own people.”
“Hmph. Whether human or demon, the weak ones will just get taken away.”
When Dre’s sarcasm didn’t work, he now expressed sincere admiration.
“Anyway, maybe it’s because the distance is close. The stories of the human world and the demon world are the same.”
The story of the sacred statue was known to both humans and demons, regardless of age or gender, without any changes in its content. Unlike other stories, it meant that it was a story that had often been told for quite some time.
If the story was this famous, even the story scientist who was on the run would have known about it.
“It’s worth researching in advance.”
“Investigation? In advance? What?”
“I also thought that the statue story was the most suspicious of all the stories in this village. Because now this village is full of actors who fit the statue story.”
The Demon King of Battle tilted his head.
“A suitable actor?”
“I heard that the statue was disappointed because the beastman representatives fought? Because here too, the representatives of each faction are fighting… Competing.”
Currently, the Bridge of Peace is being constructed by sending people from various organizations that smell money to take charge of their respective areas.
It is also said that the people in charge of each district had aspirations of living in this village they built themselves and starting exchanges with the demon world.
There are business competitors right next to you. Competition and fighting are bound to be severe.
“For gain, humans fight, not demons. The statue story also says that the beastmen fought among themselves because peace came. There are some similarities, right?”
“So? What is the conclusion?”
“You have such an impatient personality. The bottom line is that the body of the tale that maintains this world must be in the home of one of those representatives.”
The Battle Demon crossed his arms and crossed his head.
“Is that so?”
At least according to her senses, there was no one in this village that could be said to be the origin of the tale.
“That’s right. A folktale is something that must be attacked based on the story, not just something to fight for. It’s no wonder we don’t feel it right away. This is a fact proven not by my friend, but by an acquaintance.”
“What kind of bastard knows if a friend is a friend?”
“Shut up you bastard.”
“What a bastard this bastard is.”
It was amazing.
If another guy had sworn at me, he would have stuck the spear in right away. It didn’t feel bad at all and felt natural.
“Let’s grab a beer and get moving right away.”
“Hmm? That’s all good. Did you find out the location of the representatives’ houses?”
Since you are a human, you know the human area, but did you know the houses of the representatives of the demon area?
Even though it is called a bridge of peace, humans and demons are basically wary of each other. As a human being, it is unlikely that he would have found the representatives’ homes easily.
It may be a culture that reveres strength, with exceptionally strong people like demons as representatives, but humans can also become representatives, so it would be difficult to find them due to the strength of their energy.
The Demon King of Battle is puzzled. Dre blurted out.
“I only recognized a few representatives of the human world.”
“How many people?”
Dre complained to the Demon King of Battle whose face asked if he could only investigate that.
“I didn’t know anything about losing…”
“There must be a reason why I only recognized a few people, right?”
“There is.”
Dre grinned.
“It’s just my own reasoning. If you make a fuss, you can just find another representative’s house.”
“Don’t make it too boring. If you’re not careful, I might rip out your spine.”
“It’s okay. I survived even if I was selected.”
“?”
“What.”
Dre poured a drink into the drink of the Demon King of Battle.
She looked at the frothy glass for a moment and then drank it.
***
Late night.
The house I was heading to was the influential person I met when I first came to this village. It was the mansion of ‘Caesar’.
Perhaps to avoid being looked down on by other representatives, the large and extravagantly built mansion radiated majesty even in the dark.
“Why did you think it was here?”
“He’s a desperate person.”
“Desperate?”
“During the day, we drank alcohol with the workers and became brothers and heard many stories.”
Siegzer is the third son of a famous family with considerable influence.
Although it is a famous family, the third son is in a very ambiguous position.
It’s not like the brothers are divided. It is unlikely that he will become the head of the family, as he has not distinguished himself greatly.
If he stays still, one day one of his older brothers will take over the family, and his position will become even more ambiguous.
Moreover, although their older brothers are elite, they seem to have bad personalities and often insult their younger brother, Caesar.
He despises his older brothers who have established themselves in his family and is mistreating him, while at the same time he wants to find a way to live with his own abilities, even if it is not the glory of his family.
In fact, it is said that he is making an all-out effort by encouraging workers and gathering all the connections he can.
“Really? What is that?”
“You said the statue was in the house of one of the representatives, hoping that the beastmen would find it, right? But that statue guy. Did he hide in a place that would be easy to find?”
“Hmm…?”
He was worried.
They would just tell me the answer anyway, so I told them the answer.
“The answer is not right. That statue was so earnest and emotional that it reset the world hundreds of times, over thousands of years. As time passed, disappointment and despair must have grown.”
He probably wanted to feel trust in the prisoners again.
He wanted a worthy miracle.
“The answer I thought was that he was at the home of the representative who was in the strongest position or most desperate, who was most absorbed and absorbed in the war and had the lowest chance of coming home.”
If a believer could overcome that low possibility and find himself, it would have been a miracle for the statue.
It is said that the statue continued to reset the world, but he was probably hiding in the Supreme Representative’s house.
What. It’s simple if you think about it in terms of a game.
Just one more game while playing. Just one more round. There are times when you become obsessed with it, but that one match does not mean one match that doesn’t matter what the outcome is, but one match in which you can make a satisfactory contribution.
Just as a gamer is satisfied with the difficult conditions of having to carry the game board himself, the statue would have hoped that the most ideal hope that he thought would come down in the most difficult situation.
“Are you guessing again?”
“It’s a guess.”
It’s just a guess, but there’s nothing to lose.
If it’s not Caesar’s house, all you have to do is find the houses of other representatives.
It is the house of the most famous representative of the demon race.
Because there is a lot of time.
I opened the room where Caesar was sleeping and entered.
“I was going to say, let’s start from here…”
“Ha.”
Me and Hijukgi made noises of exasperation at the same time.
Caesar’s bedside.
There is a statue.
“It doesn’t really radiate any magical power.”
As soon as he finished speaking, I swung my sword.
Just as my slash was about to split the statue.
Cheong-!!
There was a loud noise and sparks flew.
The statue was fine.
After a while.
Ugh.
I thought the statue was disintegrating, but then a hole opened.
A hole that leads to nowhere.
And inside that hole.
A clear divine power that was incomparable until now was radiating out.
I looked back with a grin and tried to say, “What do you think?”
That moment. She said.
“That’s great, Adele.”
