Chapter 482 – Cause and Effect (1)
Dimension Crash.
A natural disaster that occurs when worlds from separate dimensions merge into one.
Even earthquakes and tsunamis that occur when the earth’s crust collides with each other are enormous disasters, and even more so are collisions between dimensions.
The impact couldn’t have been light.
As one of the immediate world destruction scenarios, the massive dimension crash that occurred two years ago… Where hundreds of dimensions were combined simultaneously, has occurred once again.
Dozens of volcanoes overlap at the same time, large-scale eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. Are among the milder effects of Dimension Crash, and above all, all kinds of disasters occur simultaneously, from monsters pouring out and running rampant to the ‘overlapping’ phenomenon. It was a dimension crash.
The social chaos caused by the immigrants who came to the Dimension Crash was an added bonus.
Of course, in today’s world, which has already experienced and overcome such a disaster, dimension crashes have been predicted in advance and systems to deal with them have been fully prepared.
The Dimensional Collision Prediction Office, comprised of tens of thousands of people with paranormal abilities who were able to sense even the slightest inter-dimensional distortions… With precognition, calculation, and other abilities, was engaged in the work of notifying them in advance.
However, this Dimension Crash was different.
Well, it had to be that way.
Natural Disasters.
That was literally a disaster that occurred naturally, not man-made.
Whatever the reason, there was a precursor phenomenon to the great disaster of merging dimensions.
Dimensional shaking.
The resulting amplification of mana and various omens occur.
Based on this, we were able to know at least an hour in advance and prepare.
But this Dimension Crash was a different story.
It was an artificial disaster.
There was no way there was such a thing as an omen, and of course there was no forecast.
“…Three places at the same time. “Dimension crashes occurred in the North Continent, South Continent, and Central.”
And that too, on a significant scale.
They even selected areas where large numbers of people lived… A disaster that occurred without warning turned the world upside down in the short time I took control of Patanel.
An unprecedented catastrophe caused by the Dimension Crash that occurred simultaneously on the Northern Continent, the Southern Continent, and the three cities located in the center of the world government. It passed through the center of each continent with a huge scratch.
[This is breaking news. Today…]
The estimated casualties were well over hundreds of millions.
And those hundreds of millions were everyone who lived in those three cities.
That’s right.
Since three cities were completely blown away, such a number was bound to come out.
Dimension Crash, where dimensions overlap.
The disaster it brought was not just a disaster.
Connection to a new world, various cultures, technologies, and new developments that come from it.
Although it was a dimension crash that sometimes brought about change.
There was nothing like that this time.
There was only disaster.
Beyond the screen, I could see huge tree trunks that seemed to have burned down a long time ago, overlapping with buildings and people in all three cities… A report being told by a tired Wearcat reporter.
Buildings and people overlapped with the tree trunks – they died cruelly, as if they had been pierced with wooden awls.
That’s how the city died.
In just one moment, it collapsed.
I’m not ready.
That was true.
I already knew from Angra’s memories that such a disaster would occur.
Such a future could already be seen through foresight.
A future approaching apocalypse due to dimension crashes occurring all over the world.
That’s why it was clumsy.
I knew their plan.
They also knew the future due to what they did.
So – my head hardened.
They forgot that the future can change at any time, and that this also applies to them.
It was true that they were underprepared, but if not all over the world… It would have been entirely possible to destroy just three cities like they are doing now.
The reason why Berglaogre’s powders discovered so far were immature was because they were only focused on causing a dimension crash in those three cities.
The most painful loss for world governments.
To kill the most people and make themselves known.
So that.
I could predict what would happen in the future.
[Currently, in the world government… It is not supported…]
The video that was being broadcast on the emergency disaster broadcast dispersed, and soon a man appeared.
『Listen. ‘You hypocrites.’
The being whom everyone, including Angra, called ‘him’ appeared.
『The sound of the fall of the false order you cry out for.』
And see.
The burned dead tree moved.
After devouring three cities, no matter how small the number is, it numbered tens of millions… It was a divinity fueled by countless resentments and resentments stemming from those deaths.
『Just like you, we recite false order, our mother burned to death at the hands of hypocrites like you.』
A place where it shines.
That place was the center.
It is the center of world government and, in some ways, the place where the most symbolic symbol is located.
Toward the tower that stood firm even after the dimension crash struck.
The tree trunk moved towards Avalon.
『I will bring right order to this world.』
Avalon.
An ideological barrier that spreads across the entire planet and enables communication among all people and with all people.
The center of the barrier was pierced by a huge tree trunk.
『You see. Our end. The words of our mother that we were robbed of.』
Climbing the tree trunk, a huge nova.
The divinity that grew by feeding on the deaths of countless people eroded Avalon.
There was a tree.
A huge tree that reaches the heavens.
God’s tree.
Mother tree.
The most popular name is World Tree.
There was a small tree there, which was later called that.
And, there was a tribe centered around that tree.
They were people who lived for a long time, harmonized with plants and animals, and loved nature.
Therefore, they took care of the small tree located in their home.
Many years have passed.
So many years have passed that even their long lifespans cannot be estimated.
The tribe became a village, the village became a city, and the city eventually became a kingdom.
The small tree also grew over the years and became a huge tree that covered the country.
From then on, the tree was not just a small tree.
Sacred tree.
It was called the mother tree and became an object of reverence.
The trees that had been raised and raised until they reached their ancestors’ ancestors were the same as they were generously giving them to them.
Trees brought abundance and prosperity.
The place where the tree’s roots extended became fertile soil, and where the tree’s trunk extended, fruit grew and provided food for them so that no one would go hungry.
The shade provided by the leaves prevented all kinds of disasters, and when they died, they considered it the greatest honor to return to their roots and be buried.
And.
When the kingdom became stronger and the trees grew more.
They came.
Gentile.
A different race from those who tended trees and believed in trees.
People who were too unsightly to dare to say ‘the same’ came to their country.
Wearing tools made from soft ‘soil’ dug up from the place where the mother tree’s roots had already spread, they came to visit a people who were already enjoying prosperity with the produce from the land that had already been blessed by the mother tree.
They were people who wore animal skins and used animal teeth as tools.
They asked them to give the tree’s grace to them as well.
They prayed and requested that they too be allowed to eat the fruits from the trees, that they too be allowed to live for thousands of years like you, and that they too be allowed to live under the shade.
Because everything was rich.
Also, because I have more than them.
Also, the mother tree, which gives infinite love, also wanted him.
They allowed them, who were like animals, into a group and gave them names.
Those who are different from ‘us’.
Those who cared for trees and lived with the blessings of trees and other peoples were called ‘humans’ and welcomed them as family.
Even after that.
Even after that.
As the trees grew, the country grew, and more and more people enjoyed prosperity and prosperity, the number of people who came under the shadow of the trees only increased.
As the number of new tribes different from ‘us’ increases each time.
The names grew even more.
‘Oak’
‘Dwarf’
‘Footman’…
But.
It was a mistake.
They should not have been accepted.
We, the ‘elves’, should not have accepted you, the tree-eating bugs.
My mother wasn’t even supposed to love them.
The tree dried up.
He just loves everyone who lives under his shadow.
Because it was a mother tree that wanted to give grace to everyone equally, it withered away in order to meet their demands.
‘How are we different from them? ‘Why should we bury them in the ground without even living half their lifespan?’
‘Is the love you speak of directed only to them?’
‘Do you not love us?’
At those words, at the blessing that falls while mourning.
My mother just withered away.
You were not satisfied with the lifespan you were born with.
Even with your natural talent, you were not satisfied.
More.
I wanted more.
Anything that was lacking was your fault.
It was like that because Mother loved beings like you who just stick to the tree like ticks and suck its sap without making any effort.
We were sad and told our mother.
“Take them out.”
“It is not too late. “You can only survive if you gather only your children and cast out all the rest.”
My mother didn’t do that.
Rather, he became even more sad.
He grieved that her own roots could not spread.
He grieved that her own branches could not stretch out.
She was saddened by her own fruitfulness, and her lack of maturity.
Although she covers half the world and bestows grace on them, she grieves that she cannot reach the other half.
That’s why my mother removed half of my body.
I created a spirit.
She did this to take care of even those places where her own branches and her own roots could not extend.
However.
But you were not satisfied with even that.
You did not understand the sacrifices our mother made for you.
“Why do they receive the tree’s grace?”
“Why should we only accept the help of your daughter, a mere member of your household?”
At those words, my mother was heartbroken.
Although she was heartbroken, she nevertheless attempted to sacrifice herself once again.
“No.”
“It should never be like that.”
“We would rather stay away. We’d rather go out there. So please take them in our place. “I would rather do that.”
“Mother. “Mother, please.”
‘Baby.’
‘My babies.’
‘My descendants whom I love and who deserve to receive my love.’
Our mother said this to us.
‘You decided to live eternity for me. Children who forever tend my roots, tend my branches and gather my leaves. ‘Forest keepers who live and protect me through your spirit.’
The leaves shook.
‘They are just hungry. I’m not good enough, so I just do it that way. They are different from you, but just like you, they are your brothers who live on the land where my roots touch and breathe the breath that my branches exhale. So, why don’t you care for them and love them? So, I hope you also understand me.’
My babies
Just as I love you, I love them too.
So saying, her mother let down her seed.
She gave away something she had never given away in tens of thousands of years.
My own alter ego, stripped of my divinity.
A seed that will grow into a new tree, along with the spirit created with half of my soul.
He did it to give it to them.
“…Mother, mother…”
We cry, weeping for such motherly grace and love.
I arrogantly handed Mother’s seed to those bug-like people who only took Mother’s sacrifice for granted.
However.
However.
But they were not satisfied.
