Chapter 956 – Sloppy and Beautiful World (1)
Sereung-. I changed my bracelet to a spear.
‘Brunack. Is there?’
I called inside, but there was no answer.
Brunak’s consciousness must have been in the materialized reality now, and that consciousness was blocked by a more advanced dimensional wall and could not return to me.
Sigurd may have foreseen this timing and came.
‘But it’s not a bad situation for me either.’
This, on the other hand, was also fortunate.
Anyway, even without Brunak inside, this spear functions well enough as a weapon. There is no problem with the use of magic and martial arts. When I looked at it ruthlessly, Sigurd said.
“You seem to have a lot on your mind. Don’t worry You didn’t come here to fight.”
“Don’t give a damn. If you don’t want to fight, should I let you go? How many people died at your hands? Get ready to reunite with your friend Letitia today.”
How many people lost their families directly or indirectly to the
“So, did their deaths do you any harm?”
But despite my contemptuous gaze, Sigurd lazily wiggled his hand.
“What, you bitch?”
“If Francesca Eitrinen’s parents were alive, would you and her have met? If Nefertiti’s brother hadn’t died, would the vengeful demon have come to Sargadis where Immortalis was rampaging?”
The prince of the ruined country, who made a kind gesture, asked a disgusting question full of his dignity.
“Not like that. The order is reversed. I didn’t meet you because I lost it. Destiny was destined to meet you, and their families had to be buried in the past in order to fertilize that future.”
“Oh yeah.”
I took a step
“It looks like you want to go after it.”
─Kwaaaaa!!!! The strength enough to distort space exploded destructive mana overflowing into life from the body.
However, it shortens the mana-han distance in seconds. The spear wrapped in lightning spread the season. [Gertur]’S grass-eating in the shape of a rune aimed at the top of Sigurd’s head.
Odin’s eyes foresaw the appearance of the youngster who would scatter brain field immediately afterward.
“【Atriðr】.”
However, Sigurd avoided the attack by a piece of paper, as if avoiding an obvious attack. It’s something that didn’t happen in the future seconds from what I saw.
Sssss—!!!
Gungnir, who hadn’t even wielded it, increased to thousands of swords and completely surrounded 360 degrees of heaven and earth. Without panicking, he sprayed the aura wrapped around his body to make it disappear.
Gurrrr.
In the aftermath of the attack, the ground rose and turned the twisted garden into hell.
The air heated up and burned, colliding and churning inside the dimensional walls, creating cumulonimbus clouds. Lava surged from beneath the crushed ground. I swung the spear while avoiding it easily.
Sigurd, who was about to give me a lava shower, revealed his gap at that moment.
‘I got it.’
Disorganized posture due to attacking first. Brunak’s spear blade that pierces the heart. A feeling that I felt in countless fights. A premonition of victory that seemed tangible.
“You are sharp. He looks like Thor’s successor, not Odin.”
But even so, the next moment, my prediction did not come true.
“【Flaming Eyes (Báleygr)】.”
The moment I held out my Gungnir and my eyes floated in the air, the heat that completely ignored all defenses jumped over the space and attacked me.
Phwaaaaa—!!!!
The defenses I put on my body couldn’t work, and without even a chance to open my mouth, my body perished without leaving a single bone fragment.
──And then, one “What if” Comes to an end.
“… Kut!”
Feeling the true sense of death, I withdrew.
I inadvertently touched the area where the high fever had passed through, but there was no injury to my body. When I looked down at the bridge, the first step hadn’t even landed.
‘… Did [Time Relapse] Activate?’
As soon as I stepped out and charged, a vision of the future unfolded before my eyes.
A future that is mercilessly murdered after only 3 seconds. It seems that the crackling noise like Surt did not occur because he sensed death that was too close and unavoidable.
It’s a miserable defeat. Death without even touching a finger meant a clear gap between me and Sigurd.
But the reason I wasn’t shaken was because the result was completely in line with my expectations.
“… … Indeed.”
As I lowered his spear and looked at him, Sigurd suddenly touched the nape of his neck. Then, I glanced at the sharp blade of the bruenak I was holding.
“I’m glad. It is stronger than I hoped for, Wolfheddin.”
As if a person had run away from this window.
“Flaw.”
I twisted my lips and laughed at the two-eyed prophet.
“That expression, that expression that made you laugh twice in a row.”
I knew it because I had repeated death over 100 times.
After defeating Henir and returning, there was a time when I examined the mechanism of 【Time Recurrence】.
It has to be. Because this is the ability to bring victory against a strong enemy.
Rather than an obscurely strong enemy, it is easier for me to win if I fight against someone so strong that death is inevitable. Because I can observe all the forms of death that befell me.
But, what about the same prophets?
All prophets are Cassandra.
Even if you don’t want to see it, you see your own destruction. The flow of fate that is easiest for these eyes to see is the future in which one is destroyed.
“The Prophet has no choice but to react most sensitively to his own death.”
I grinned, resisting the feeling of all cells dying.
“If there is a possibility that I will kill you, there is also a possibility that you will kill me. But for a prophet, ‘self-death’ seems to be the top priority.”
There is no destruction more than imminent death.
In the ‘future’ of ‘a while ago’, Sigurd was my attack and overwhelmed me as if he had seen through all my thoughts. Because I knew 100% how I would act.
Seeing this result as my defeat or lack is an error of confirmation bias.
The fact that Sigurd foresaw all of my attacks can be seen from a different perspective.
“You, did you die from being stabbed by my spear?”
That guy, too, had seen the future with concentration comparable to that of 【Time Recurrence】.
As a result of talking bullshit, the future of being killed by me!
“Yes. As you think, I died about twice from that spear.”
Sigurd was more honest than he thought.
Now, through foreknowledge, he saw the future of dying in me.
“It is a magic that transcends space and blows the heat of the stars directly into the body, but who would have expected that someone seeing it for the first time would immediately see through it and cut my throat before it was activated? It’s surprising that the odds of that future happening aren’t 0%.”
If that bastard wasn’t kicking the ball, it must have been that I, originally from the future, rushed in now and cut off Sigurd’s neck before the magic was activated.
That’s why Sigurd focused on defense and prepared to hit the magic, and in the future I saw, my defeat was decided.
“This is the first time I’ve been killed by the same opponent more than twice. It’s a very surprising story.”
“Oh, is that so? Why don’t you try dying three times in a row?”
“That’s not bad either.”
─Tsu-zuk! Sigurd took the lead.
“Continue. Until you understand.”
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and immediately the javelin Gungnir disappeared from the world. A spear, imperceptible to any sense, pierced my head from the top of my head.
Chaaaaa-!!!!
Like throwing boiling molten iron into cold water, the immense power burned the air molecules in the space that was confined along with my body, and melted the space we were in like the surface of the sun.
And, another ‘what if’ ends.
“… Tsk!”
Despite the vivid death as real, I immediately rushed.
Weapons collided. The sound of an explosion resembling a missile test site rather than a clash between spears! I shook my brain as I competed with the mana I injected into my arms and my muscle strength.
“Isn’t that a window that 100% achieves the future you saw? I should have gotten that spear, not advice from Odin.”
“You are quick to notice. How many times have you died?”
“Once in that window.”
─Quarrrr Sparks flew. It was my victory in a contest of strength, but my specialty was magic and taijutsu, so it didn’t mean anything.
“【ᚱ(Raidō)】!”
Tsuuuuung-!
I focused on evasion and entered the space gap with the power of the rune, but when Sigurd cast his magic while cutting through the air, his arm was grabbed as if bitten by a beast.
Space itself stopped and my arm was grabbed.
“Think of it as a pin that holds your destiny. The victory I saw will surely come true. If you are not the opponent, the opponent who was foretold to die will be the first move.”
“Actually, I finished on the first move too, damn Rome.”
“There is a difference of point of view. In the future I’ve seen, I’ve already dodged more than four times in a row. I have to learn new expressions of admiration.”
“Fuck you, you don’t need it. 【ᛒ(Berkanan)】.”
I transformed my arms with rune magic and quickly got out of the space. It was torn apart in that moment, but there was no problem moving it.
As my spear shone brightly, I aimed at Sigurd, unfolding a feast filled with an aura. No, I was trying to.
“I saw that at the eighth death. 【Lord of the Earth, Foldardróttinn】.”
As if the earth had become self-conscious, it turned into countless snakes and tried to tie me up. He swung his spear and slashed everything, but at the moment when he thought it would be 0.1 seconds, Gungnir flashed.
─Quaang!!!!
The sound of thunder ringing in the ears is an hallucination. The moment I tried to listen, the whole head had already been blown away. My ears are also gone, but there is no way I can hear them.
“… Wow.”
The top of his head had been blown off, giving the illusion that brain water was pooling in his mouth. I spit at the unpleasant sensation and bared my teeth.
“It must be more useful than when Odin was dealing with it. Unlike Odin, who was a god, you twist fate until you can see the future you won, and you can observe and throw it.”
“A convenient weapon. When Gungnir is silent, it suggests that the outcome of the fight, won or lost, has no bearing on me.”
Sigurd, who caught the wealthy Gungnir, said.
“In other words, when Gungnir calms down, that’s when you’re ready to listen to me.”
Ugh ugh… !! As the spear trembled like a fierce dog, he shook his head.
“… It’s been a while. It’s hard to hold on to.”
“It’s hard to hold on to, so I’d appreciate it if you put it comfortably and search for it.”
“Repeat until satisfied. Neither you nor I can find a future where we can win. Such is the case with the battles of prophets who have the power to kill their opponents.”
The spear of the god of creation, which can be said to be the most powerful weapon in the world when held in the hands of a prophet.
Sigurd handled such a weapon like a twig he picked up on the road. The bastard with the spear on the floor spoke as if joking, without changing his expression.
“Surprisingly, I also died 10 more times already.”
“I know, bitch.”
I took a deep breath, swung the spear and died.
Run into the future that leads to death, and die.
Not to win At least as long as we have the remaining stamina to unleash the power, we cannot defeat each other. If there is even a 1% chance of losing this fight, I couldn’t escape the future where I die.
“Until you have the ability to achieve 100% odds of less than a handful, you and I repeat the dying future.”
Sigurd said something trivial as he deflected all of the pouring Brunak with Gungnir.
“One side’s victory means the other side’s death. If I win, you will see and respond to that future, and when the future you win is ready, then I observe that future too.”
4 times, 9 times, 16 times, 20 times.
Sigurd, who saw the future in which he died, continued to crush me in my foreknowledge.
Conversely, in Sigurd’s foreknowledge, I must be killing that fucker with one finger. Sigurd, who has gone after him like that, is killing me in a way that makes him want to win if he does this.
‘It’s unreasonable to wait until my stamina runs out.’
By then, that motherfucker will consider retreating.
Predicting death in the first place is of little use. There was a greater concern that it would not end even if they died tens of thousands of times.
This fight was truly the Prophet’s paradox.
An endless hell where victory means defeat and defeat means victory! After suffering thirty-two deaths in a row, I barely stopped.
“… A total of 96 times.”
– Tuk-tuk.
Sigurd brushed his shoulders with a corpse-like expression.
“It’s brutally killing me. You seem to have a deep grudge.”
“I’ve been through a lot of sick people. I am number 32.”
“Amazing. There must be a thousand magics that will work on you.”
It was even more absurd because he replied with sincere admiration.
“Are you willing to talk calmly now?”
Seeing Gungnir’s vibrations subside, Sigurd babbles as boringly as when he first appeared, as if the hundred deaths were a fleeting breeze.
“Asherad Cynthia is dying. In two days.”
“… …”
─Trick. Gungnir vibrated for a moment, then stopped.
“It is one of the lives that will die on the road you are destined to walk on. Knowing her origins, she gets drunk and goes to sleep when her first experiment to retrieve her son goes in vain.”
“So what, kid?”
“The idiots you may have heard from Queen Elizabeth… In today’s busy academic society, I thought that if the president died, there would be time to escape. It was correct.”
The distorted moonlight flickered like a lantern. As I crossed my arms and listened to the conversation, my eyebrows furrowed in reverse.
“This is because the entire archaeological community can take responsibility for the death of the president of the society. In the academic society, before recruiting people, the empty chairperson’s seat is stepped on in the eyes.”
The society, which would be distracted by the pressure from the Hittites, the president’s seat, and Elizabeth, could not immediately catch those disgusting bastards, and they might miss their whereabouts for several years.
“A year later, you find those idiots and kill them. It was the day after I went to the grave of Asherad Cynthia.”
“Is that a ‘normal future’ if I didn’t intervene?”
The future seen through Odin’s throne.
Unlike me, who couldn’t see far because he could twist fate, he was able to see farther because he was subordinate to the flow of fate.
“Yes. If you know the answer, it’s obvious. You can anticipate and deal with this future even if you can’t see it, just as you did when you faced Henir. It’s just that the timing when I found out about it this time was too late.”
Having wielded the power of a god into human chaos, the bitch tapped his own head with his index finger.
“Why do you think you haven’t seen this future?”
“… …”
“I see you know. Yes. Because Asherad Cynthia’s death has no ill effects on you. If the threat of connecting her dimension disappears on its own, you have nothing to foresee, and it is a happy miscalculation and luck.”
That’s why I didn’t see the future where Asherad was kidnapped.
Unlike the future where my family dies, it’s not a threat to my future. Asherad’s death is not my ruin.
It was a point where there was no mistake. But I smiled.
“You mean to say that I did not subconsciously regard her death as something to be prevented? Yeah, that’s all you have to say?”
It’s such an outrageous comment. How can a person love all lives equally? In a way, it was only natural that Asherard’s weight in me wasn’t that great.
There is no reason to cherish her as much as we and her wives do.
“It is true that the president’s death will not be felt as a big deal as mine. But is that the same for the president? If we can rescue it by the end of the day, it will be no problem at all.”
I don’t have any religious beliefs to practice agape, but I have lived my life not to be ashamed of looking up to the sky even in the midst of such a commonplace mindset.
There is no reason to have your conscience stimulated by such hypocritical accusations.
“Did you come out like this today after looking forward to talking about bullshit like that for months? To be honest, I’m a bit pathetic. It’s like being sick. You–“
I was speechless for a moment after being sarcastic without hesitation. It was rare for me, but I couldn’t help it.
Haha!! Haha!!”
Sigurd, who acted as if he was annoying and tired even while he was dying and while he was killing me. Because the crazy ancient bastard suddenly burst into laughter.
“——Very good, it should come out that way.”
Sigurd, who had laughed happily enough to doubt his eyes, suddenly stopped laughing.
“Anyway, fate is reversible. As a prophet, the will to not be afraid of the future you have not seen is very important. Magidora didn’t have that. Odin might have had it.”
Even at the moment of separation between life and death, I, whose emotions were thin, horrified his eyes full of heat, as if he had changed people from a moment ago.
“Did you ask me? Why didn’t you show up until now? It’s not your question. Didn’t you tell me that answer a long time ago?”
A long time ago. I guessed at the right moment to say that. A momentary memory flashed through my mind.
The day her hometown was burned along with Nefertiti. Sigurd, who was the protagonist of the disaster, spoke calmly after recognizing the existence of ‘I’ on the burning hill.
—Congratulations, Wolfheddin. You won the fight against us.
That I have won them.
“Change the future. Take control of your destiny. Everything I’ve done, from now on, it’s your turn to do it your own way.”
It was bullshit that didn’t even deserve to be heard, but she seemed to know what kind of sophistry she would make if she didn’t bother to listen.
To give me ‘the motivation to do so’, that madman appeared in front of me.
【──Look at the world that will soon arrive.】
Sigurd’s eyes shone through the cracks between his fingers.
【Future Compilation.】
In that instant, the world sank into the light.
