Chapter 532 – The World of the Dead (10)
The moment I realized I was falling, I cast my magic.
“Huh!”
Whoo- Chuck!!
In the course of the fall, all of the gravitational acceleration was mitigated by compressed jet steam.
Fortunately, it was a place where you could use magic, unlike the other world you went to in the underground tower. Otherwise, I would have taken off my coat and played with a parachute, testing my physical strength with my knees.
But I couldn’t think of anything good.
“Ugh, throb… !!”
─Hodaldal! I was frightened by the cold rising from my feet.
As if he had come without socks during some cold weather training, the tremendous cold air from the snowy field penetrated his boots. Even the heated asphalt at 2pm in the middle of summer would be heaven compared to this.
“Ughhhhh… ! Sniff… !”
Immediately the runny nose started coming out. Desert temperature control items are useless in the cold.
It was true that I was confused, but I froze before I could do anything!
I found a noticeable crack in the cliff close by. I don’t know if it’s a safe place, but I’m glad that such a shelter existed nearby. Since it is high, it seemed to be less cold than here.
─Glance.
Still, I checked where I fell.
The spiral staircase that had grown into the cliff had faded away like a daydream.
When Odin opened his eyes, it was analyzed that the stairway—or the secret room inside— itself was a kind of magic. I couldn’t tell what kind of magic it was because it disappeared so quickly.
“Eww?”
I wrapped my shoulders in the bitter cold and looked at the sky, and found something strange.
Near the cliff, 7 lights like the sun were floating. Some of the suns seemed to resonate closely with the branches.
I had knowledge of the aggregate of mana like that sun.
‘The old mana.’
It was a bunch of mana that looked quite similar to what I saw in the space of my Shade’s dream and image world.
‘… No, is it a little different?’
I misunderstood for a moment, but when I looked at it, the feeling was quite different.
There was a little distance to consider it as the old god’s mana. Rather, it feels like the normal human mana exists in enormous amounts. It was like a fruit near the branch of the sky.
“Uh?”
As I dashed into the cave, I glanced at the sun of mana, and widened my eyes at the mana felt in the sun with an ice-cold texture. It was familiar mana.
‘… Is it similar to Tirshi’s mana?’
It was exactly the same as when she was under the
Was it like that? I was able to know the identity of those suns.
‘… The mana of the gods worshiped in Romania.’
Like Pomona, the god of fertility, the mana of those who were once human but became false gods as hope for mankind who lost their gods!
Something like that cloud storage was attached to a tree branch in the sky and was constantly leaking power.
That was the same principle as the arrangement for the successor named ‘Wolfhedin’ left behind by Odin.
The crystallization of the power that the ancients, who were so outstanding as to be called gods, left to the next generation of mankind.
Without consciousness or ego, they were the forces that supported the world of mankind after the twilight of the gods.
It wouldn’t be directly distributing mana to priests or paladins. Based on that sun of mana, just as I am building up the mana of the old gods, isn’t it the principle that they also store mana in themselves through discipline?
“Fuck, it’s cold!!!!”
Of course, it was a sight that could have been shocking to the extent that the world collapsed to many people from another world, but to me, the cold that was pouring right away was the problem rather than the secret of such a world.
I am an earthling who originally thought that there was no god, and in fact, there is not even a single god left in this world.
It was a magnificent view, but the urgent thing now was to keep warm so as not to freeze. Even though it was a Mithril class, there was a bit of a tight feeling against Mother Nature’s ruthlessness.
─Crisp!! Pasasac!!
I ran into the cave I found.
In fact, it was more like a crack than a cave, but it was much warmer inside than outside.
That was enough for now. I first made a place to sit by kicking away the snow piled up to the crack.
– Hwareuk.
It was lit with firewood taken from stone slabs. It was insufficient firepower to drive out the cold. But fortunately, the wind hasn’t blown in this world, so wouldn’t it get better if you bask in it for a long time?
“Haaaaa…”
He exhaled and warmed the bonfire.
As if even the wind had died, the bright white snowy field was even very beautiful if you closed your eyes to the cold.
But the undead Confucian dragon inside me whimpered in sincere sorrow, as if realizing where this place was.
Still, I was the one who put up with my impatience and worked hard to figure out the situation. Investigation time begins.
‘First and foremost. Somewhere here.’
This question has already been answered.
A world where the harsh winter is cold, and even the wind seems to have died!
Where the false gods of Romania shine in the heavens!
I’m already sure of the answer.
This cold landscape! An icy glacier!
Haven’t you seen it in a famous webtoon by a certain cartoonist? This world was undoubtedly one of the Buddhist hells, the ‘ice hell’.
Oh my gosh! Ice cold hell! Why would a good person like me be thrown into hell?
I wanted to appeal, but there was no lawyer by my side to go to trial with me.
After falling into hell, I suddenly look back on my life. Did it bother you so much that I set up a harem with top-notch beauties in the province, King Yeomra?
“Mother.”
I sniffed and wrapped myself in the blanket I had pulled from the stone slab, using my spear as a stick to write in the snow.
Once I knew where it was.
Ice hell.
‘In other words, it must be the underworld——Niflheim, which Germania also speaks of.’
Then problem 1-2.
Why did I fall for Niflheim or Yudu’s dismissal?
If you use only the correct answers with your daughter, points will be deducted. This means that the solution process is more important than the correct answer. I also know this because I am a science student.
‘… In fact, it was a dream that I thought I had won, but in fact I fell behind Diavolo?’
Is Diavolo dragging me to his master and saying things like, ‘Master, is this kid laughing?’?
“Fuck, that’s not it.”
I can’t bear to say no, but probably not.
Evidence? There is nothing like that. If I’m really behind, I’m not going to show respect to my wives, so I’m just delaying the candidate as much as possible.
Then what are the other reasons?
“… Oh.”
After thinking about it for a while, the idea of reasoning came to mind as if a light bulb was turned on in my head.
I took out a note. Dana’s handwriting caught my eye.
—Immortalis appears in the arena. Presumed to be a warlock who fought in Lucregens. Claims to have risen from the dead.
The warlock who fought in Lucregens has been resurrected from the dead.
Dana, who was present at the scene, left her message.
‘Seeing that Dana didn’t explicitly say that she was undead, there’s a high probability that she really came back to life. There’s a chance they’re just undead.’
But either way, it was a fucking chore.
Why? Because I must have killed that bastard, extracted the information, and confirmed that the soul was dying from the flames.
‘I finished it like that because Primor and its escorts were watching from behind, but the bastard’s spirit must have disappeared.’
Right after that, Signatio, a priest and paladin of the Mithril class from the Church of Janus, also came.
If I had overlooked it, she would have destroyed it. Exorcising evil spirits is the responsibility of the priests.
Why is it the priests’ jurisdiction? Ghost monsters in another world will die from being hit by mana. Especially weak against light mana.
Similarly, a person’s soul is annihilated when it is hit by magic.
So I only thought that the mafia boss’s soul had disappeared after being burned by the shaman’s martial arts, blood magic. I thought so, of course, since the spirit disappeared after the fire died down.
‘But in fact, he didn’t disappear, and now he’s resurrected, right?’
I clenched my chin. The fire of the campfire made my lips dry.
Is it the resurrection of the dead? It’s not some kind of Yu-Gi-Oh, and honestly, it’s a bit hard to believe.
But said Mr Holmes. After eliminating all possible possibilities, what remains is that no matter how hard it is to believe, it must be true.
Let’s put this assumption as a fact and solve our thoughts.
‘Resurrection is not something that can revive a person whose soul has been annihilated. The unrealistic achievement of reviving the dead only makes sense when the soul remains.’
To stabilize the soul of the dead in the body.
Isn’t the undead just the product of such magic? Of course, zombies cause data breakage in the soul during transmission, so 99% of them become zombies that just wander around without thinking.
‘Still, the need for a soul is the same.’
Isn’t that pyramid like that too?
I heard that making pharaoh mummies is a ritual that allows the souls of kings to return to the mummy one day and be resurrected. Even on Earth in the 21st century, some famous movie told me roughly the same thing?
However, even the traditional ritual handed down from the age of mythology resurrects a dead bird without a soul in such a situation? Even thinking about cancer, that sounds like bullshit.
‘—In other words, the soul of the black mafia bastard didn’t disappear at that time, right?’
It just disappeared from my presence, but the soul didn’t disappear.
It seems like a contradiction to say this, but there are historical records that will establish this leap of logic into a syllogism. Not in my memory, but in my memory.
“Equinox.”
Diavolo’s cub’s teacher.
That bastard used space-type magic to retrieve Diavolo, whom I had almost left behind.
‘What if it was the same when I was a black mafia kid?’
It would be more convenient to retrieve the soul than to retrieve the body.
As the weight and distance increased, the mana required for space magic increased.
The weight of the soul It’s philosophical, but to tell the facts, the soul is probably not heavier than the body of Diavolo, who was a first-rate warrior.
‘… When I burned the Black Mafia, it wasn’t because the soul disappeared. Equinox retrieved it.’
But why?
Why did he retrieve the soul of an asshole who went crazy after being fooled by himself?
Friendship or sympathy? Jiral is also an oil fountain. Wouldn’t it be cognitive dissonance to think that such a theory of emotion would have intervened in the behavior of the
There are more practical reasons.
The reason for that was—— Bastard Diavolo showed and explained.
“… It must be to extract the dark and negative mana from the souls of the members who have fallen behind.”
Is there any other reason other than that? I stuck out my tongue.
Didn’t you say Diavolo too?
I thought it was just stealing research materials or magic items, but in fact, there was a deeper reason.
“
Fish trap.
In other words, a fishing tackle that allows a fish to come in to be eaten with its feet.
〈Immortalis〉 Was an organization established for a purpose similar to that trap.
