Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 609



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If it’s called Cheonban-gyeong, it was created to fall in love with the sky.

Talent is something you are born with.

You are emotional, simple, and rash. A child without talent like you should not have learned qigong in the first place. Separating yourself from the world and yourself, and putting your thoughts into your body and shaking them off is the essence of qigong. It is not a suit for you.

When others walk ten steps, you can barely keep up with them for one step. When others run with a start, you crawl like a newborn baby, pushing your belly.

One, the Heavenly Mirror is fair to you, even though you are so untalented. It is honest to everyone.

Regardless of the talents given by heaven, if you have a human body, you can achieve greatness by engraving experiences and efforts into that body.

Without any intention, only with pure experience and sensation. You will unconsciously control and move your body. If you master the Cheonbankyung, you will become a strong person who will be famous in the world.

… However. In order to reach the truth with qigong without any intention, a dullard who has chosen the second best way would need to put in several times, dozens, or hundreds of times more effort than others to reach the top. It would be a vast experience and effort that could never be contained in one human life.

If you are someone who regresses every time you die, maybe… you will be able to reach that level.

I hope, Shay, you never reach that point.

May not so many marks be engraved on your fragile body and mind.

Before the endless cycle crushes you, I hope you save the world first.

…I just hope so.

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Even though he killed Shay, Nevida didn’t feel much emotion. She was quite sharp and impressive, but she was just one of many formidable foes Nevida had encountered throughout his life. She wasn’t particularly special.

However, there is one thing that is a bit inconvenient.

“Wasn’t she a saint?”

It was as if I was dealing with a saint through Shay.

Although a saint specialized in battle, such as the Steel Saint, will occasionally appear, the saint is not a combatant. The saint’s power is to see the future and change its course.

Politics, strategy, trickery, coincidence, etc. The essence of a saint is to steal ‘victory’ by all means. That is why the moment a saint appears, victory is already promised. What happens after that is nothing but a struggle unrelated to the situation.

Paradoxically, that is why the way to deal with a saint is to not worry about such things and just fight against them.

“… .”

Nevida, who was slightly hesitant, moved to confirm Shay’s death instead of returning to the floor of the guild. It was a decision made because the threat of the saint was greater than all other threats.

It was easy to find the trace. Shay’s body, which had been blown away, left behind a mark that looked like dozens of trees had been pushed down by a bulldozer. Nevida landed lightly on top of it.

And at the end of his gaze, he saw a bloody hand hanging limply. It was Shay’s hand. The rest of it was hidden by the rocks and logs. However, the blood flowing out from underneath indirectly showed the gruesome ending.

It was certain that he was dead. Even if King Yeomra came, he would have judged him that way. Nevida was the same. Now all that was left was to go back and grind up all the druids who dared to interfere with the resurrection of the random one and use them as fertilizer.

“Born from nature, into nature’s embrace.”

As she was paying her obligatory mourning as a druid, Nevida was now ready to turn back. A small groan was heard in her ears as she was leaving.

“ah.”

It was too clear and transparent to be called a terminal word. Nebida involuntarily turned around at the voice that was so foreign.

It was Shay.

It resembled Shay, and it was a location where it could not have appeared if it weren’t for Shay. So Nevida also understood that the being was Shay.

“There it is. The bookmark I put in.”

In other words, she was so different from Shay.

There is a toy called a somatropes. It is a toy where a piece of paper with different pictures on both sides is hung with a string or stick and spun quickly so that the afterimages of the two pictures merge into one.

Shay’s appearance was just like that picture.

Her bleached white hair shines like light. It is impossible to tell how long or short her hair is. Her face, seemingly detached and enlightened, is filled with a lively energy.

Although it was fleeting and seemed like it would disappear at any moment, Shay was definitely there.

Disappeared, appeared, laughed, cried. Shay was both and nothing. Even for Nevida, who had been through a lot, this was an unknown phenomenon that she had never seen before.

If there was a point where the two afterimages overlapped, it was Shay’s gaze. Shay was staring at the top of the Tree of Origin with eyes that glowed in seven colors.

“Is Hughes still up there? Waking up the King of Man? He’s probably still got some time left, right? Can I watch over him…?”

The excited and sorrowful voice showed clear emotions.

There was no sound or movement. Navida saw the rock where Shay had been lying a moment ago. The rock was still there, as it should be, just like a natural object. Only Shay had disappeared inside.

“Were you hiding your strength?”

Shay answered, still looking up.

“No. What I hid was my memories.”

“…Remember?”

“Yes. If Qigong can control the physical body, and memories remain as signals engraved in the brain, then it means that you can block and hide some of your memories with Qigong. Cheonban-gyeong is a Qigong that controls the subconscious, so as long as you use Cheonban-gyeong, you can block the possibility of unconsciously recalling memories.”

Although Nevida didn’t know it, it was the lightning thief’s enlightenment. Shay was applying the enlightenment of the demon god who had gone to the Holy Emperor’s palace on his own, fearing that the truth he had discovered would be misused.

“Just like now, if I receive a strong enough shock to shatter the Heavenly Mirror, it comes to mind like a flash.”

If the Heavenly Mirror is shattered by an impact that causes immediate death, Shay’s consciousness trapped inside will awaken. It’s like breaking a hard shell and being born again.

Nevida looked at the changed Shay and asked.

“Why did you do that?”

Memories are accumulated experiences. Blocking them? Nevida asked as if she didn’t understand. Shay smiled brightly as if she had been waiting for that question, although she had no obligation to reveal it.

“Because Hughes can read minds.”

He spoke nonchalantly about the fact that even his thoughts could be invaded, and smiled as if he were actually happy about it.

“…what?”

“Yes. You know what? Hughes always helps me? No matter when, where, or how we meet. The fastest way to meet is to go into the abyss, but even if it’s not, Hughes ends up helping me. Even if I don’t say anything or want anything. He reads my wishes!”

Shay didn’t seem to care at all about Nevida’s reaction. Shay chirped happily in a dreamy voice like a girl in love. Then suddenly her face darkened and she muttered.

“Only once… when I knew about his poison. Except then.”

It was sudden, but this was also new information. Nevida asked her.

“Do you understand the human heart?”

“Yes. Hughes reads the wind. And he asks. Is that wind worth sacrificing your life and killing everyone around you to achieve? Hughes hates but respects winds that disregard life. That’s why he gives you a chance to achieve your wind until the end, and if you still give up your life, he completes your wind by achieving it. On the other hand, he acknowledges the wind that saves others.”

Even if you are covered in lies and deception, and swept away in endless monologue, only the cold results without any emotions indicate the direction of the wind. Shay suddenly realized this after repeating the regression dozens and hundreds of times.

“It’s not barbaric. Hughes is merciful. He gives everyone a chance to achieve their dreams. Whether they’re good or bad. Maybe that’s barbaric.”

You might say he was too slow, or you might say he hid it well. Perhaps, the equal mercy of all men has nothing to do with good. So much so that it cannot prevent the destruction of the world.

Shay let out a small sigh as she poured out the emotions hidden inside her shell.

“Is that why? When I knew that my mind was being read, and I clung to Hughes, entrusting my wishes to him… Hughes inevitably left me. I had no choice but to hide my memories. Otherwise, he would eventually leave me.”

It was a difficult thing for Nevida to empathize with, as she had no information. However, Nevida realized one clear truth in this situation.

“You are truly a saint.”

Only a saint speaks incomprehensible words with incomprehensible foresight. And if she is a saint, she is the enemy of Nevida. The Druids, who have lived since time immemorial, have known the truth that simplicity is the wisest thinking.

Shay trailed off as he watched Nevida prepare for battle.

“That may be so. But I don’t think that’s important. What’s important is Hughes. Memories that repeat meaninglessly, don’t accumulate no matter how hard you try, and disappear fleetingly. If you’re with him, they’ll eventually connect. The memories that pile up unilaterally inside me will pile up inside him as well, following my heart.”

Nevida, who had lost his king and wandered for thousands of years, would have been in a similar situation to Shay. Perhaps even worse than Shay. The king of Nevida would not have been able to laugh and make noise like the king of Shay.

Shay felt a little sympathy for Nevida. And he was sure that Nevida would understand him too.

“I will get it back. The one person who can join me on my journey.”

Shay reached out.

As I thought, Shay’s hand was already inside the small world tree. Passing through the lush leaves and dense branches, he grabbed Zizan who was trapped inside.

‘passing?’

The expression “passed” is also not accurate. In Nevida’s sense, Shay’s hand appeared to skip the process of heading to Jizan.

Nevida responded by swinging a small world tree. Within a few seconds, the overgrown bushes, drinking the essence, exploded and fell upon Shay.

“ouch.”

Shay, who was pushed by the green explosion, lost his balance and stumbled. However, Shay had already achieved his goal. Jizan, who had been sealed in the roots of the small world tree, was now in Shay’s hands, unharmed.

It’s a foreign power. Perhaps it has something to do with the faint flickering that appears all over Shay’s body. Nevida said, observing Shay carefully.

“That’s the ability to pass.”

“A little… different. Stair-stepping. It’s restricting the movement of each unit in the world and moving between them like stairs.”

“what?”

“The world is not a staircase, but a slope. If you can take one step, you can take half a step, and half a half a step. Half of half of half of half of half… You can take countless small steps… You think you can. But in fact, you’re wrong.”

Thump, thump, thump. Shay’s movements paused and resumed several times. As she said, it was an unnatural movement, as if she was climbing stairs or something was tripping on the steps.

“The world is actually made up of countless stairs. When you look down at the hundreds of millions and trillions of stairs with the eyes of a giant, they look like a slope. But we all live on stairs. I just jumped up a few steps.”

“It is a very complex force.”

“It’s okay. Actually, I didn’t understand it either. It’s a genius born as a miracle who was lucky enough to find the demon god after countless reincarnations, and it doesn’t exist at the present time. There’s no guarantee that it will be found again.”

When it comes to magic, it is a worldly principle that can only be discovered by a historical genius with mad obsession and a miraculous opportunity.

Even in the countless regressions and countless futures, Shay had only discovered a few new demons. However, he did not feel that they were lacking. Even the few demons that existed were difficult to handle.

“I just got used to it in this body.”

No matter how hard Shay tried, studied, and learned, he could not reproduce the Mashin. The Mashin’s seat was strict and did not give up its seat to a dullard like Shay.

But do you think of a lever when you use scissors? Do you think of a pulley when you lift a bucket? You don’t necessarily need to understand the principle to use a tool.

And Shay learned to drink only with his senses, carving countless marks on his body.

It’s too low, incompetent, and stupid to be called logic. It’s logic that’s like a blank sheet of paper with no abilities.

After countless regressions, Shay finally came to terms with reason.

Infinite One. The other limit that Cheon Ban-gyeong reaches through regression.

The principle of engraving the spirit in one’s body, not in one’s head.

Nevida, who had been trying to catch Shay, realized that it was hopeless and changed his plan.

“If you do that, I’ll crush you all.”

There will be limits to passing through matter. Nevida stretched out her roots beneath her feet and linked with the Tree of Origin. The roots touched, crossed, and coiled around each other, and Nevida became one with the Tree of Origin.

Using immobile and senseless plants as servants is a dangerous and useless practice.

However, Nevida is a demon and the Tree of Origin contains the spirit of the World Tree. There is no limit to the Tree of Origin’s ability to transform into any of the existing flora, with branches and leaves.

The earth rises. The roots, like the sea hidden beneath the earth, emerge into the world. The roots become legs that trample the earth and stand, and the branches become arms that clench their fists powerfully.

The Tree of Origin rose up like a giant in Genesis.

“The giant of the origin.”

Does the giant refer to a large animal or a tree?

The Tree of Origin, no longer a tree, roared loudly and raised its branches high. With just its movement, a storm arose and the surrounding trees were swept away all at once.

It was as if the giant from the beginning was about to stomp its feet. It was no longer something that could be called an attack. It was simply a force comparable to a disaster.

The Tree of Origin, which had gathered strength by pulling its branches with all its might, fell towards Shay with all its weight on it.

A branch with overwhelming mass falls. The air pushed by it exerts tremendous pressure. Shay felt the pressure pressing down on the entire space, and smiled wistfully.

“… It’s been a while.”

Shay muttered and recalled the logic engraved on his body.

The enlightenment of a demon who floated through the distant void beyond the sky, a future that has now disappeared, and dug into the truth. It was so simple yet so powerful, a miracle and a disaster that could only be indirectly recreated by colliding with the relics of the sky and the earth.

The flickering became more intense. The Heavenly Mirror reproduced the logic recorded on Shay’s body. Shay held the Heavenly Ancestral and the Jizan in each hand and combined them into one.

Jizan, a condensed mass. Cheon-yeong, a compressed space. Two relics symbolizing the earth and the sky.

Shay always put a celestial iris on Jizan. The sky is blue only when it covers the earth, and the earth is peaceful only when it embraces the sky. The two change like this planet overflowing with life, causing all sorts of mysterious phenomena.

However, it is better to do the opposite than to kill someone.

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Even the countless stars floating in space will come to an end. When a star reaches the end of its lifespan, it grows large for the last time, utters its final breath, and then gradually shrinks and dies.

Condensation. Compression. Contraction. Gradually shrinking, digging inward, even the composition of matter collapsing. The relics of the Earth Mother Goddess followed the end of the star.

A silent sword.

A single black sword, so small and dwarfed.

The end of a world was happening in Shay’s hands. The degenerate Jizan was no longer a sword or a club. It was a skewer, no, it was more than enough to call it a needle. It had converged into a one-dimensional line and reached the limit of collapse.

The wind swirls around. The air particles, drawn only by its gravitational pull, collide and pierce each other, creating sparks. The ionized air sparks and glows, creating an electromagnetic storm.

Even as the surroundings flashed with light and noise, the eye of the storm remained black and still.

“It’s a sword that won’t last long. The planet is in danger. Let’s put everything on the line and end this quickly.”

Nevida swung the Giant of Origin. A massive slash tore through the air and twisted the earth, striking down. A mythical strike, like a giant from Genesis expressing his wrath against the Mother Earth.

The force that seemed to be visible from the other side of the continent was a thin line that was not visible even up close. The difference in size was so great that it did not even seem possible to say that it was facing the World Tree.

If size and weight were important, why would it be called a ichi?

Shay put his right foot forward and raised his back foot. The earth seemed to be burdened by its weight, and his feet dug into the ground, crushing it and melting it. Shay held onto the black sword while firmly holding onto his body on the ground that had turned to rock.

The last breath burned white on the surface of the dying star. Shay caught hold of its power and swung it.

Heaven and earth.

Shinsung.

A tidal wave of halo, which should appear only on the surface of a star, swept across the land.