The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over

Memory

The man muttered in a low voice.

“Yeah, I remember. It used to be like this.”

with a splash.

The man dipped his pale hands into the clear, transparent lake and looked ahead. A pillar of light rose high into the sky. The man frowned and got up from his seat.

“Because it’s unnecessarily bright and clear.”

The man shivered as he took in the clear lake in his field of vision and the bright temple spread out behind and above it.

“A place so unpleasant, a place I wanted to destroy and ruin.”

So, I tore out one of my own hearts and brought chaos to this place.

Now that he was starting to regain his memories little by little, this place he had once hated had regained its light, and his heart that had been there had lost its warmth.

“···Poor thing.”

The man stretched out his hand into the air, then slowly closed his palm.

“A child who was not me, but was me, a part of me.”

Gulp.

Black slurry seeped out from the clenched palm, and the black slurry formed a line and seeped into the man’s heart.

“Now that you’ve become me again, I remember.”

“I pitied your lewdness and gave you a part of myself. But you were thirsty until the moment you turned to dust.”

“Poor thing. So, I promise. I will remember you. Your lust, your resentment, your longing, and even the memories of me that you had. Everything.”

The man who said that closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the pillar of light rising high into the sky with eyes filled with hatred and thought.

“Even though I’m not at my prime right now, I’ll just go···.”

“If only I could gather all my remaining children and be whole again…”

Having regained both his memories and his strength, he would never sit idly by and let the child who brought this place and its surroundings back like this.

The man who had been mulling it over inside disappeared from that spot.

****

Daphne, who was walking deep in the forest, suddenly stopped walking, stretched out her hand, and grasped the air.

Gulp.

Then, black fluid began to leak out from inside her delicate palm.

“her···.”

Malik, surprised by the sight, let out a gasp, and Daphne, with a frown as if in pain, grabbed the black sputum and looked around with her eyes.

Let’s do that for a moment.

“Ugh···!”

Daphne, who was exposed to the magic, gasped for breath and let the black slush slip from her palm, and the black slush disappeared from her sight as if it were a lie.

“Yes, Daphne···?”

Malik has lived a long life and has accumulated a lot of knowledge during that time.

However, even with the knowledge he had accumulated over those years, Malik had no idea what was happening now.

All he could do was call out to Daphne, who had collapsed on the spot, worriedly, and wait until she calmed down, who looked very distressed, before asking her cautiously.

“Just a moment ago, that was···?”

“···It was a remnant of power.”

“Power… ability?”

Malik, who had been chewing on the words Daphne had uttered, soon found himself with a blank expression.

“Power means···.”

That too, the power associated with the black filth. This meant that something sinful or worse had done something here.

If so, then it was a very serious matter. Because, as far as Malik knew, there was no sin here that could cause power.

Most of the sins were destroyed by Carmel. The remaining sins had to be in the Holy Land or Ijesti. The whereabouts of the sin of sloth were unknown, but given the nature of sloth, it was impossible for that sin to come here.

That’s what the story is…

“The one who inhabited the flesh of Berheim has generated powers equivalent to teleportation here.”

Daphne muttered with a complicated expression.

“As far as I know, there is only one being in this world who can summon such powers without any price.”

“no way···.”

At that muttering, Malik couldn’t help but think of the being he was afraid to even call upon, the one who had tried to lead them to utter destruction, and had actually almost done so.

“Evil spirit.”

****

Consciousness returns. I feel soft all over my body, including my back. I must be lying on a bed.

‘Did you faint?’

Memories that were naturally cut off come to mind.

My mind was hazy as if I was drunk on drugs,

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A cough suddenly burst out and blood was spit out,

The status window that appeared in my blurry vision and the people running towards me.

‘I could have fallen.’

It was an unavoidable situation. Either way, I deceived Libra, and the price I paid was a durability value of only 4 left. The moment this value becomes 0, I will lose my life.

‘···.’

As death, which I had only vaguely recognized, approaches me, my thoughts begin to increase.

To be honest, I was scared. The fact that everything I had built up so far could fall apart and that I might never see or touch the things I cherish again.

‘···Why should I die?’

I try to ignore that fact and look at my situation objectively.

My remaining durability is 4, so if I don’t fool Libra in the future, I might not die.

‘The one left is···.’

Sloth, the sin of laziness that has disappeared from Ijesty.

The calculator starts pounding in my head. Can I really take that guy down without fooling Libra?

‘···What do I need to know to do the calculation?’

Unfortunately, that was the case. Even I, a veteran of the game, knew very little about Sloth.

What abilities does it have, what patterns does it have, how strong is it, what actions will it take in the future?

I really don’t know anything about that guy.

So then, what should I do from now on?

‘What should I do?’

We need to find that b*stard, catch him, and punish him. He’s just a piece of sinful dregs.

It doesn’t matter who he is. I have the power to strike down evil without having to fool Libra.

‘by the way···.’

I decided to put complicated thoughts aside and began to feel a warm energy surrounding my entire body. I don’t know what it is, but seeing my body recovering, it seemed like someone was healing me.

I guess it’s Lily who’s giving me this warm energy.

When I think of Lily, the warm and gentle warmth I used to share with Lily comes to mind vividly.

‘first···.’

Should we get up and give a hug first?

Or should we try kissing lips first?

Maybe because you’ve worked so hard, I wanted to give myself a small reward.

The latter would be better. Thinking so, I opened my eyes and stretched out both hands towards where I felt the presence of people.

Then, a wrinkled sensation started to rise up through the palm of my hand…

“uh···.”

Feeling a sense of alienation, I barely stopped my charging face and stared blankly at the man who was staring at me.

All I could see was a single strand of hair, fluttering in the faint breeze.

“Awake, brother, are you awake?”

He was a priest of Barhal.

Groan, groan.

At the same time, small voices began to ring in my ears.

When I turned my head, I saw numerous priests kneeling, looking only at me and generating divine power.

“What is this···?”

“Oh, you might be a little confused by this ceremony.”

“I’m not just a little bit embarrassed, I’m really embarrassed.”

“This is a ritual to give a little more time to our brother who is on the verge of collapse, so it would be best for you to lie down again for now.”

Bam.

Barhal pushed my shoulder lightly. Maybe it was because I had no energy. With that little strength, my body fell backwards like a piece of paper.

“This ceremony will take two more days to finish.”

****

As Barhal had said, the ritual for me took two days to complete.

It was a long time. Lying in one place for two days was comfortable, but on the other hand, it was also boring and dull.

If it weren’t for the occasional visits from Father Barhal or Pope Franco, I might have left the room, unable to bear the boredom of the ceremony or anything, and regretted it all.

Why?

—-

*If all the bowls break, you will die. (Durability: 10/100)

—-

Thanks to all the priests of the Holy Kingdom squeezing out their divine power for several days, the durability that had been reduced went up by 6.

So if I do this ritual a few more times, won’t my durability be fully restored?

I thought about it, but when I looked back at what the Pope and Father Barhal had said, it seemed impossible.

because.

-“This ritual is performed through the medium of a holy object called ‘Angel’s Tears.’”

This is because the ‘Angel’s Tears’, the medium required for the ritual, was a precious relic of which only one remained in the Holy Land.

“Thank you···.”

Was that all? Numerous priests poured their divine power into me, repeatedly exhausting themselves, for a ritual that had not been performed in the past several hundred years.

Many priests collapsed in a cold sweat, yet they showed that they were squeezing out a little more of their divine power for me.

“Thanks to···.”

I could feel some of my energy returning, although I wasn’t completely fine.

I got up from bed and thought back to last night.

The ceremony ended late at night, the priests fell down one by one in their places, and even in the midst of all this, a young priest with a haggard look approached me to take care of me and guided me to my residence.

The reason why they wanted to do this for me was actually obvious.

Because I saved them.

“···.”

Turning my head and looking out the window, I see a pillar of light rising high in the distance, and beneath it, the everyday scenes of a peaceful holy country.

Sigh, a smile escapes my lips. Although I’ve encountered difficult situations and almost died, I feel a little proud of the fact that the scenery I’m seeing is something I created.

Is that all?

I have brought many back to life, and completely changed the fate of a woman I loved dearly.

“okay.”

The durability has also been restored to some extent, and the future that will unfold is brighter than the original fate.

“Then that’s fine.”

The result was extremely satisfying.

How proud he must have been.

dripping.

I heard a careful knock on the door.

Suddenly.

Through the open door, I could see the Pope, Father Barhal, Master Michelan, Duran, and Lily, all of whom were weary but had brighter expressions than anyone else.