Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 612



The Story of the Place Left Behind – The King of Man Wants to Know the Heart of Man

It is a blow that is prepared for self-destruction. If he dodges or even just lets it slip, Maximilien’s attempts will be in vain, and he will be shattered by his own power.

“Yeah. Okay. Your gears.”

Even though he knew it, the king of humans reached out his hand.

“It’s fun, but that’s it.”

The sparkling gears collided with the soft, white hands. The human hands looked so fragile against the huge machine. The gears fell upon the human king as if they would crush him in an instant.

The results were quite the opposite.

Sparks flew between the fist and the cog. The cog was grinding against sandpaper. The crushed and crushed pieces of iron themselves became gunpowder, causing small explosions.

Crushed and melted iron. Broken metal shards. Sparks and flames. Even while holding all of this in his hands, the human king remained calm. Without a hint of hesitation, he endured the pounding of the cogs and spoke.

“No matter how strong the power you conjure up in your head is, it is useless if you don’t have a foundation to support it.”

The power generated by the interwoven gears is theoretically close to that of the sun. Even the king of beasts would not dare to withstand it.

But that power was something in Maximilien’s imagination, a delusion filled with greed that did not take into account the limitations of reality.

“It won’t work. You know it won’t work. Why do you do something so reckless and make yourself sad?”

The human king, muttering sadly, pushed the sun wheel with a little force.

That was it.

The king of men was a cold reality, and Maximilien could be the master of the cogs, but he could not be the master of the world. The wall of reality collided with his whole being.

A huge force flows back. The gears that had reached their limit break simultaneously. The power of all the gears is gathered, which means that the impact is also transmitted to all the gears.

Hundreds of gears broke loose and fell apart, blood-soaked debris raining down.

“Kuaaah!”

Bones crunch, shards of sawdust burrow into your body, and the rotational force transforms into intense heat that crushes your body.

The unbearable force returned and destroyed Maximilien. Maximilien fell to his knees and muttered while spitting out blood from every orifice in his body.

“Qigong… Irogun… That technique, too, was chosen… .”

The king of humans said, taking back the qi he had spread in his hands.

“It’s useful. Unlike the gears.”

Maximilien had taken a major hit in the previous battle and had turned his body into a cogwheel. Now that it was all broken, he was as good as dead.

The only reason he can speak is because he has the few remaining gears moving instead of his bones. If he loses consciousness even for a moment, he will fall asleep and never wake up again.

Maximilien, who intuitively felt that this was the end, painstakingly created each letter.

“… Huh, huh. Honest and strong. That’s different from him.”

Even though he didn’t say who he was referring to, the human king understood and nodded.

“That might have been my younger brother. He was weak and ordinary, so he had to use everything he could.”

A person who has lost his power has no time to choose his means. He must observe, understand, and analyze sufficiently, then hide it until the end and strike at the last moment to have a chance of winning.

But that’s the weaker person’s perspective.

“… You are so strong. So strong that you don’t need what’s mine.”

The powerful are not bound by such things.

He is a military general and a military officer, an alchemist who is considered the leader of the nations, and a leader of all things.

Even the mightiest Maximilien is nothing more than an ordinary man before the king of men.

“Why did you do that when you knew? You can’t change me. You obviously knew that.”

It was a tender yet emotionless question that a parent who does not understand his child would ask. Maximilien met the gaze and slowly raised his head.

“… Do you really not know the reason? Even though you are the king of humans?”

“I don’t know. The person who could tell me is gone.”

“Haha! Then my death will have meaning.”

Maximilien laughed as he vomited blood. Even as his life wavered faintly like a candle in the wind, Maximilien, who had found the last thing to burn, gathered his last strength and opened his mouth.

“Listen, you king of men who do not know men. Men live to leave behind themselves.”

A human being who is about to die does not tell lies. There is no need to cover himself with lies while shedding the shell of life.

Maximilien was a very honest man, but in the face of death he became even more honest.

“Whether it’s children, achievements, teachings, or works of art. We live to leave something behind in the world and leave a trace of our lives. Life is short, but what we leave behind will remain after we die.”

Some may disagree with this, or point out that the statement is too broad to make much sense.

But to the man Maximilien, it was the truth, the fuel that drove him.

“But that alone is not enough. Everything comes to an end. My descendants will also eventually die out, and my works will wear away in the flow of history. My teachings will eventually be forgotten, and my achievements will be buried in the sand.”

Maximilien grabbed the gear of his heart that hung on his chest with his hand. He forcibly grabbed the core that moved his entire body and pulled it out, feeling his body crumble as he squeezed out the last of his strength and pulled the gear out.

“Only those achievements that are comparable to those of the Master will remain forever, and will become the foundation of the world and praise me.”

The silver gears soaked in blood were spinning like a watermill all by themselves. Maximilien held out the gears containing everything about him and spat out blood-soaked words.

“Take it. King of men. This wish you do not know. This human desire you do not realize…! I would rather die than carve a cogwheel in you…! I will carve at least a cog mark in your heart…!”

The gears, with all their power, could not reach the king of men.

But the gears that contained all his emotions clearly reached her. The king of humans accepted the gears as if he was possessed.

“Remember…me…!”

With those words, Maximilien’s body collapsed. The sight of it falling apart into pieces was closer to breakdown and disintegration than death. It was a fitting ending for Maximilien, who was suffering from an over-illness.

The human king, who had been looking at Maximilien for a moment, turned his head away. Immediately afterwards, the red flames burned Maximilien’s body. With unfailing kindness, he cremated his remains as if he was embracing them warmly.

The human king looked at the gear he had handed him in silence. Maximilien’s relics were still spinning even after the owner had passed away. Perhaps if another gear were connected to this one, it would also spin without stopping.

This is the relic of Maximilien, the wizard of gears.

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“Even if you don’t say it, I will remember everyone.”

She is the world’s smallest columbarium, a library that commemorates the forgotten.

Read, remember, and cherish all humanity.

He is the king of beasts who has accomplished himself with it and reminisces lonely.

The ossuary does not know the sorrow of the remains, and the library does not read the words of the books. It only preserves and embraces them.

There are no librarians to read books. Libraries just place books on shelves without opening them.

The human king who held the gear headed towards where she had to go.

A butterfly that had flown in from somewhere landed on Nevida’s corpse. Thinking it was a flower, the butterfly groped its eyes, but then felt something strange and spread its wings. The butterfly, which was debating whether to drink the blood-tasting dew or not, exercised self-control and left the place.

The transparent eyeballs left in the place where the butterfly disappeared had lost their light. The star’s flames had taken away Nebida’s life along with the demon. The lower half of her body, which had been burned, had disappeared somewhere, and only the upper part of her chest remained, sprawled on the ground.

Even if it is the end of a demon, it will be no different from an ordinary death… .

There was.

Roots spread out through the cut section. The roots that grew by eating the corpse groped the ground with fierce momentum. After digging into the ground, they gradually spread out and touched the roots of all kinds of plants.

Nevida’s roots, which had been groping the ground for a long time, soon reached the tree of origin.

At that moment.

A flower bloomed from Nevida’s corpse. Like a flower blooming from a corpse, or like Cordyceps sinensis, the flower that devoured Nevida’s corpse and grew grew large enough to swallow her whole. After Nevida’s corpse was covered, melted, and became one with the world, the flower dropped its leaves and bore a large fruit.

Its appearance closely resembled the fruit from which humans are born.

How much time had passed? After reaching the Tree of Origin, receiving energy, and eating Nevida’s corpse, the fleshy fruit gradually grew larger and larger, and before I knew it, it was fully ripe.

Crunch. The fleshy fruit’s skin split open, and the flesh, no different from amniotic fluid, overflowed. A small girl rolled out from inside, writhing.

If Nevida were a young girl who had just become an adult, she would look like this. The horns on her head were as small as fingers, and her arms and legs were as thin as winter branches. The girl coughed as if she was out of breath and slurred her words like an idiot.

“Cough, cough. Ah. Ah.”

The newborn Nevida stood on the ground with trembling legs. She looked at the fruit from which she was born and muttered absentmindedly.

“Am I… dead…?”

Return to the Origin. Nevida’s technique of forcing immortal beings into the great cycle of nature, causing them to lose themselves forever. A mortal power that even killed the immortal offering god.

Nevida used that power in reverse, resurrecting herself from the dead.

The Tree of Origin is the spirit of Nebida and his own magic. It was possible because his consciousness remained within it. Even if Nebida dies, he can reconstruct his body by contacting the Tree of Origin.

“What happened? Who… . Ugh.”

Losing herself was the same for Navidad too.

Memories are embedded in the flesh. Even memories carved into the tree of origin cannot be as active and sensitive as the senses of beasts. Nevida tried to recall the memories he had accumulated before he died, but it was like trying to sprout leaves from a withered old tree.

But even an old tree cannot forget something. Nevida thought of the wish he had carved into his sword.

“…I need to see you again.”

All of Nevida, Nevida’s wind, and Nevida’s foolishness and past.

It still remained and moved Nevida even after the flesh was reconstructed once.

“Where could it be? I’m sure I brought it here. I can’t lose it again. I…”

“Nevida. Long time no see. Did you sleep well?”

A soft voice, as if coming from a dream, was heard. Nevida was so surprised that her breath stopped. Just hearing the voice, tears began to form in her eyes, which had been as dry as an old tree.

Wherever the sound came from, there was the Nevida I had been dreaming of.

“Ah, ahh… .”

“You’ve grown old. Are you reborn from this tree? You must have had many untold stories to tell.”

“Your Majesty… .”

“But, Navida. I’m curious.”

The King of Nevida was still kind and curious. And still cold and indifferent. He didn’t wipe away the flowing tears, nor did he embrace the joyful Nevida. He just watched kindly and asked.

“Is it worth it to make your body out of wood, endure all life and death, and endure an eternity to revive me?”

One, that’s what Nevida wanted to see. Nevida answered with tears in her eyes.

“… Yes! That’s right! I have lived every moment just for that!”

“I see.”

It was sincere, and therefore true. The human mind ended with that, without needing to seek understanding.

“I’ve kept you waiting for so long. I won’t say sorry. If I keep apologizing for not being able to give in to your wishes, I’ll just become a puppet who only apologizes.”

“That is an unreasonable thing to say. How could I dare to wish for such a thing? I simply wished for Your Majesty to return.”

“and?”

And? I have never thought about it since then. Seeing the King of Humans again was a distant and unrealistic dream even for Nevida. I didn’t even have time to think about what happened after my dream came true.

However, human greed is endless, and the wind does not stop just because it has blown once.

“It’s an order, Navida. Tell me what you want.”

At the command from the King of Humans, Nevida vomited out a large lump in his chest.

“… Let all people look up to you. Let them reign so that no one dares to criticize you, kill you, or insult you!”

“Reign!”

“Reign!”

“Reign!”

Members of the Baskerville family. The lords of all creation. And countless ordinary citizens who await the return of the king.

They were drawn together by the presence of the king, and all began to shout in unison at Nevida’s words.