Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 611



The Story of the Place Left Behind – The King of Man Does Not Know the Heart of Man

Those who live in the shadow of the World Tree prepare at least one countermeasure against falling. Falling is very likely to occur due to rain, wind, or shaking caused by impact.

Maximilien was the same. He spread his cloak like wings. He didn’t flap like a bird, but the spinning blades pushed the air and lifted him up. Maximilien could glide through the sky more gracefully than a bird.

Maximilien, with his back to the ground and his eyes looking up at the sky, muttered with eyes full of longing as he watched the flames disappearing into the distant sky.

“It wasn’t a drink. The world didn’t change.”

Maximilien observed the tiny, delicate gears meshing together inside his chest. The logical gears, meshing together without a single millimeter of error, still wound their springs to a steady rhythm.

World Twist Detection Cog. A device that literally detects the twist of the world. Maximilien’s masterpiece, the device is so solidly woven that it will not break under any shock, but it is so intricate that it detects even the slightest change in the world’s principles.

When Maximilien encountered the Golden Mirror in the Nations, the sound of the gears changed. The Golden Mirror changed its physical properties just by getting close to it.

When I entered the abyss, the gears turned in vain. In the abyss, which was created by borrowing the entire space of the earth, the gears were separated and did not mesh.

And when approaching the floating castle of the Magic Federation, the rotational cycle of the gears changed slightly.

Anyone can break a gear, but only a demon can change the structure of its logic. Ever since he decided to become a demon, Maximilien has always carried it with him.

So we could see that the power that burned the World Tree was not the drink itself.

“But, that flame is unlike any flame I know…! It’s a power that comes from a demon I don’t know!”

That is why he intuitively realized that such a huge and incomprehensible power also came from a demon he did not know.

Even the ashes were eaten up and burned, emitting sparkling smoke, and instead of settling, it disappeared into the distant sky. Instead of the unpleasant smell of burning, a pungent, dizzying scent lingered in the tip of the nose. As if the fire did not originate from this land.

The star’s flame was so powerful and mysterious that even Maximilien could tell that it was different from ordinary flame.

That is the special thing that only a demon can create.

“My gears are….”

Can’t reach.

His gears were insanely useful, but they were not practical. They were mere tools, the result of a complex assembly of hackneyed, classic devices.

As the king of men said, the cogwheel cannot be free from the tool.

“I guess I can’t become a demon….”

A gap so vast that it feels hopeless. A gap that can never be bridged.

Maximilien, who was facing the wall, covered his face and sneered. His laughter spread lonely in the empty air where no one could hear it.

“Thanks, now I have a clear idea of ​​what to do! Great! The gears only need to move in one direction!”

His goal was not to become a demon. He simply wanted to cover the entire world with the logic of gears. The military was a masterpiece that his genius inspiration had completed with unlimited support, but it was far from his ideal.

For that, he approached the Tree of Apostasy, met Nevida, and joined the lord of all things.

“All things, for the King of Man.”

His gaze turned downwards. Towards a large lotus flower, fluttering its beautiful petals, sinking alone.

The lotus flower fell lightly to the ground as if it were settling on the surface of water. Not a single sound was heard, so it looked as if it had just bloomed rather than fallen.

Wiggling. Wiggling. The lotus squirmed as if it were cramped. After swaying back and forth for a moment, the lotus soon learned how to spread its petals. One leaf, one leaf. It spread its petals that had been closed like fingers, revealing its tightly hidden interior.

The sky was burning with the flames of divinity, and the being that had been sleeping inside the lotus flower stretched its legs, welcoming the sunlight streaming in clearly.

“Haaam.”

The being yawned lightly like the refreshing weather and stood lightly on the ground.

Her long gray hair, reaching down to her waist, covers her breasts. Her limbs, stretched out coolly, look healthy and even wild. She slowly grabs the ground with her feet, seemingly without any shame, even though she is not wearing a single piece of clothing.

She is a beast. It is only natural for a beast to stand with its feet on the ground.

It’s nothing special, nothing significant.

This one step she takes will turn humanity upside down.

“Hello. It’s been a while.”

The human king, who had awakened from a long sleep, greeted the world with a light greeting. The world also welcomed her greeting. The gentle breeze, the swaying grass, the dew flowing down her skin, and even the light illuminating her body.

Like a newborn baby, like an old person waking up from a long sleep. She looked around with curious eyes, and then suddenly looked down at herself.

Naked, without a single thread on her. Custom would scold her, but aesthetics would exclaim in admiration at her. She herself would not care whether she was naked or clothed.

“Oops. I told you to put on clothes.”

Since most people wear clothes, she decided to wear clothes too.

The moment I decided to do so.

The grass grows. Druidism, the enlightenment that understands the structure and origin of plants and controls their flow. With that enlightenment, cotton is grown. The cotton that grew quickly bloomed white flowers and bore fruit in an instant, and then broke off and fell to the ground.

The seeds sleeping inside the cotton crumble, and all that remains is pure white cotton. The rustling lightning bolts permeate the fibers. The intricately entangled fibers straighten out as if someone had combed them, forming bundles, and twisting around each other like snakes, turning into threads.

The human king moved his hand. The warp and weft threads intertwine to make a cloth. It touches the human king’s body, winds up, and stops where it should be. He cuts the cloth with his fingers, and the scraps fall to the floor, and the cloth turns into a complete garment and has the honor of wrapping the human king.

-This whole process happened in less than a minute.

As if he was quickly regenerating human civilization, the human king, who had created clothes from nothing and dressed himself up, tied his hair loosely to one side. With his hair out of the way, he looked at the strange visitor.

“It’s rude to look at someone’s clothes. Everyone did it.”

“Haha. You have such common sense, King of Humans!”

It was Maximilien who appeared from the shadow of the tree. He waited without hiding his identity, but without revealing it either, and stood before the human king with a very clear expression. The human king tilted his head and answered.

“Then. It’s ‘common sense’, right?”

“No, King of Humans. Isn’t ‘common sense’ different to you than it is to others?”

Maximilien grabbed the hem of his clothes.

“King of men. You do not wear clothes because you need them. The world has no power to force you to wear clothes. But you wear clothes. Clothes have already become an inseparable concept for men.”

“Yeah. You can’t live without clothes.”

The human king smiled broadly at Maximilien and made a remark that seemed perfectly reasonable.

“Maximilian, unlike your cogs.”

The way she spoke seemed as if she had seen right through his thoughts.

There is no need to say anything. Clothes are already a part of humanity. People of all kinds, born all over the continent, make things to wear on their bodies. Without anyone teaching them, they naturally converge to that result.

However, gears are only one way of interpreting the world, and fall far short of becoming a part of humanity.

So the king of men wears clothes but does not use gears.

“But, O King of Humans, even if my enlightenment cannot reach the Demon God and cannot spread universally.”

However, on the contrary, if the king of man uses gears.

So if its use spreads from the king of men to all men.

The inverse does not always hold true, but sometimes humans mistakenly believe that the inverse holds true. And if all humans are mistaken, it is no longer a mistake.

The human and the human king were placed in such a relationship.

“If you use my gear, all humans will use it too.”

Even though Maximilien had created the toy of the century called the military state and was satisfied with the structural state that moved according to the logic of gears, he also threw himself into the lord of all things as if possessed and searched for a king of mankind.

All for this moment.

“Use the gears. For me.”

All the gears that were spinning above his body are aligned. Clank, clank. The sound of the gears meshing together suddenly disappears.

Over 918,000 large and small gears are all connected together.

The principle of gears is simple, and not many are needed to perform a specific function. As the number increases, friction and wear make them more inefficient, and the number of 918,000 is not only unrealistic, but is now a joke.

One, Maximilien connected all those forces into one, even if it meant achieving the height of inefficiency.

Maximilien’s unique magic, Gear Maiden. Its ability is to rotate the gears themselves according to his will.

How much force would be needed to turn a single gear to move a structure of 918,000 gears? It would be impossible to even imagine. No matter how strong the gear is, it would break and wear out.

But, on the contrary.

Through a special magic sword, all 918,000 gears are moved.

If you concentrate all that power into one cog.

If only I could endure that shock for just one moment and plant it in the human king.

Maximilien’s wish comes true.

“Complete assembly of the gears.”

Maximilien, who had absorbed all the gears, looked like a giant. With a creaking sound, his body began to spin violently. The air trapped between the gears burst out, making a strange explosion sound.

All the rotations taking place inside and outside his body converge in one hand. The torrent of power created by dozens of overlapping gears is concentrated in one hand.

The gears of his entire body creaked. The force was so strong that it caused the gears themselves to wear out. The gears that made up Maximilien’s body were made of the highest quality annealed steel, but they were broken and worn down by the pressure of the logic that made up the layers of gears.

The power that a living being that fears death can never exert, a power that logically transcends its limits, was gathered in a single cog hanging from Maximilien’s right fist.

“It’s a solar gear. Here, take it!”

It was already difficult to call it a rotation. The atmosphere was heated by the tremendous speed and sparked. It was as if it had become the wheel of a sun chariot.

A great power that would be difficult to find even if you looked around the whole world was directed at the human king who was looking at him with curious eyes.