How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 124



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Episode 124. One, two, three!

Flod couldn’t understand why he was burying his head on the deck. He had arrived at Lwen with like-minded people, and he could have turned this peaceful town into a sea of ??fire.

But three people appeared on the ship.

I knew that their true identities were the chosen ones, heroes, and mercenary kings who had heated up the world in the past or were still heating up the world in the present, but I wondered what the big deal was.

Those who came with him were by no means weak. If you look at each and every one of them, they were strong even if dozens of ordinary people rushed at them.

So at least they could firmly believe that they wouldn’t be easily defeated. There were only three of them, so they had no doubt that they could deal with them if they all rushed in together… In less than ten minutes, the deck was filled with people, half of whom had fallen, their entire bodies bound in purple chains like themselves, and the other half had lost consciousness.

Rolling his red, bloodshot eyes, Flod sat down on his chair with his legs crossed and glared at Kael, who was looking down at him and everyone else.

Urgh— A rough breathing sound, like the sound of teeth grinding as he could not control his anger, escaped through his slightly parted lips.

“Now, question. Have you actually met Idea? Depending on your answer, your disposition will change.”

Kael, who had been looking down at him with indifferent eyes, opened his mouth and asked a question. It was a question directed at the others who remained conscious, including Flod.

His voice was not very loud, but perhaps it was because of the quietness of the dawn. His question reached the ears of everyone on deck, but not a single person answered.

“…what an unlucky guy.”

Flod, who had fallen closer than anyone else at Kael’s feet, raised his body with a groan. The more he moved his body with the chains binding it, the more he felt pain as if his entire body was going to break, but he managed to straighten his head and raise his upper body.

Her lips were clenched tightly to keep herself from groaning, but they cracked between her teeth, causing warm blood to drip down the corners of her mouth and chin.

“How dare you…how dare you, don’t you dare speak his name so carelessly!!!”

A voice, breaking up and stopping, echoed across the deck.

He read the absurdity passing through the dark purple eyes that seemed empty and devoid of any emotion as they stared at him, and burst into laughter.

“He is not a man so idle as to be able to care about us! He is the one who will bring peace to this world through destruction… He is not a man whom someone like you, who cannot accept the fate that has been laid down, can speak of.”

Kael sighed at the sound of Flo’s voice now resonating across the deck and uncrossed his legs.

“You really are good at saying you’ve never met an idea.”

Kael slowly got up from his seat and looked at the impostors spread out on the deck… the salty ideas.

Certainly, their opponents were not good, but they were by no means weak. There were those who could handle the sword, although they were not sword masters, and those who had magical skills comparable to those of the palace magicians.

If the original writer had included a character like a strategist who could be their leader, or if he had even described it, then at least they would have become difficult enemies that are difficult to catch like they are today.

The original was slowly becoming distorted.

So, even if they were saved or taken to the palace and locked up in prison, it was difficult to completely rule out the possibility that the remaining salty ideas would come to their rescue.

There was a simplest and easiest way to prevent the unexpected.

Taking their lives.

If the original work is already going wrong, wouldn’t it be best not to increase the element of uncertainty in a situation where you don’t know when, where, or how the variables will occur?

A cold light lingered in his deep purple eyes, and Lars noticed it and blocked Kael’s path.

“Let’s not kill unnecessarily.”

“Well, do you really think this is unnecessary killing?”

“That judgment will be made by His Majesty the Emperor and His Excellency the High Priest.”

“Lars, our orders are to ‘wipe out’ these people. Killing them would be the best way to avoid any repercussions.”

The two men’s opinions were sharply opposed.

“We work as a group. So we decide by majority vote.”

As Lars continued to answer, the two people’s gaze naturally turned to Tariq, who had not expressed his opinion.

“Tariq, what do you think? Don’t you think killing them is the right thing to do?”

“Lord Tariq, these men were subdued by us in a matter of minutes. Is it really necessary to have blood on our hands?”

Tariq was lost in thought for a moment as the two asked questions, each expressing their own opinions.

In his opinion, there was no wrong opinion between the two. It was just a matter of opinion, but Tariq hoped that his master would not have blood on his hands.

I saw my master up close and he was the most affectionate person I had ever seen, and I thought he was someone who was better suited to saving someone than killing them.

But he was the one who served him. He could not raise his master’s hand, but he could not judge him with his own personal feelings.

“… I agree with both of your opinions. So how about having a lottery?”

So he proposed another solution.

Kael and Lars were silent when Tariq suggested that they make a decision by drawing lots rather than discussing it on a table.

Tariq swallowed without realizing it at the silence. His throat moved up and down greatly.

When discussing human life, this kind of method is… .

“Not bad.”

“The draw is nice. Then, will the neutral Lord Tariq make the draw?”

Unexpectedly, the two broke the silence and answered positively.

Tariq picked up two pieces of broken deck from the sudden battle, drew a small circle on one of the pieces, flipped it over so that no one could tell which piece had the circle drawn on it, and handed it to Kael and Lars.

The two men held fragments in their hands.

Silence fell over the deck. The salty ideas who had not lost consciousness were shocked by the fact that their lives were hanging on that piece of debris, but they knew very well that all they could do was wait and see the outcome.

This too may be fate.

Even if I were to die here today, those who wished for the destruction of the world would still move in this world. And they had no doubt that Idea would lead the world to destruction.

Without even dreaming that the idea they believed in without a doubt was right before their eyes.

“If you count to one, two, three, it flips over.”

“Tariq, please count the numbers.”

The sight of two grown men facing each other with serious expressions and holding pieces of wood was enough to make anyone who didn’t know the situation question their mental state.

Tension grew over the silence, and Tariq counted.

“One… two… three… !”

Kael and Lars simultaneously held the fragments they were holding in their hands and thrust them at each other. Their reactions were different.

Lars’s expression brightened as he saw the circle drawn on the fragment he had handed over, bright enough to be seen clearly even in the dark of night. Kael, seeing his expression, clicked his tongue briefly with a displeased expression.

“Let’s transport them to the capital without killing them!”

“How do you plan to transport it?”

“Uh… Well, I think it might be better to rent a wagon and transport it to the capital.”

At Kael’s blunt question, Lars cleared his throat and quickly spoke his mind, and Kael let out a soft sigh at his excited voice that still had a hint of joy in it.

It may not be impossible to find a wagon to accommodate these dozens of people, but what would happen if they ran wild while moving?

“I was stupid to ask. I’ll take care of transporting them, so you, Lars, go and inspect the ship with Tariq.”

From the moment we arrived on the ship, the faint smell of gunpowder tickled our nostrils every time the wind blew.

Kael, who had deduced that there was probably a considerable amount of gunpowder on the ship and that they were planning to use it to turn this place into a sea of ??fire, began to tie each and every one of those lying on the floor together with magical chains.

Lars and Tariq nodded at Kael’s request to inspect the ship, then watched in wonder as he chained people up.

“About thirty-seven in total. You came as expected.”

Kael, who had counted the number of salty ideas, frowned at the gazes of Lars and Tariq who were looking at him.

“I’ll take you to the palace via teleportation, so how about you two go and investigate the ship?”

Even if they were wizards, it was common knowledge that they couldn’t teleport this many people at once, so the two people’s gazes were understandable.

Kael let out an irritated voice as he was forced to transport this large number of people and explain things directly to Emperor Bastian.

…it wasn’t because the fragments I had were never circled.

“Then, I hope you’ll finish investigating the ship by the time I get back.”

If he didn’t finish it, he would personally detonate all the gunpowder on the ship. With an eerie determination, Kael moved his hand.

A huge purple glow rose beneath his and the salty ideas’ feet, and soon, with a short, strong flash of light, dozens of people on the deck disappeared.

A cool sea breeze passed over those who remained.

“Let’s move too. It seems like the master is really angry.”

“Sir Tariq, would you please look above? I will take the bottom.”

Tariq and Lars quickly dispersed from the deck, determined not to upset Kael any further.

* * *

– Thud.

“evil-!”

“Keuk…! What, what’s heavy…!!!”

– Thud. Thud.

“All, my legs…!!!”

“Someone, clean this little brat up…!!!”

Bastian, the Emperor of the Tius Empire, opened his eyes to a noise from his sleep. The sound of something falling and the groans of several people in pain. He picked up the sword he always kept next to his bed and walked towards the window where the noise was coming from.

The Imperial Knights who were standing guard at the palace also heard this noise, as the sound of their boots moving hurriedly could be heard.

– Bam!!!

“Forgive my rudeness. Your Majesty the Emperor, Viscount Damier is now…!”

Soon, Bastian approached the window and heard the voice of a knight of the Imperial Order roughly opening the bedroom door and entering.

“Ah, I see. It looks like he completed this mission safely.”

With those words, Bastian opened the window and leaped lightly into the space where Kael and dozens of others were piled up like a mountain in front of him, bound together by purple chains.