The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 190



Memory (2)

-Unfortunately, you···.

The figure of the man who had spoken in such a dissonant voice was blurred.

A vague man whose eyes, mouth, and nothing else are recognizable.

-Even though you have the key, you still can’t seem to find all the old traces.

-The first blood shed by the one who created this door, and the first souls he lost. The last qualification to open destiny, you do not have that qualification.

-And above all···.

He looked at Berheim’s wounds with a look of pity.

-Your end has already been decided… It’s just a shame.

“···.”

-On the one hand, it’s surprising. Even though the guidance of fate had reached its end, you still dragged your dead body here by will alone…

That everything is over.

-It wouldn’t be a bad idea to show a little generosity.

The blurry man crouched down in front of Berheim and extended his hand.

Bam.

Berheim felt a hand placed on his crown. He shivered at the unfamiliar sensation of cold and warmth, and raised his head.

The man’s gaze, still blurry, was directed behind Berheim.

When I looked into his pupils, I saw a gruesome sight of blood, sewage, and corpses.

A sword that someone cherished was seen.

I saw the torn remains of a robe that someone had always worn.

“ah···.”

He saw the strong palm and arm of someone who had offered him a handshake.

I saw the face of someone who was giving me a disgusted look.

He saw the lifeless eyes and sagging bodies of the precious people who followed him.

“Ahh···.”

Tears of blood flowed from Berheim’s eyes.

With the bursting sense of despair and loss, my heart, which should have stopped a long time ago, began to beat wildly again.

Just as Berheim was about to lower his head again.

“ah···.”

In the midst of the miserable scenery, Bergheim’s gaze was drawn to a pair of blue eyes, the only thing that remained alive.

“kid···.”

A hollow, saggy abdomen, but still with a faint heaving chest.

The pupils are still floating with a faint vitality and the tears are still flowing.

And her platinum-gold hair, stained with blood and black slurry, was still beautiful.

“Iris···!”

A desperate voice burst out from between Berheim’s lips as he watched the life of the woman he treasured most fading away, even though he was not in a state to speak.

-For your information, the guidance of that poor child’s fate has not stopped. Of course, if we leave it like this, the guidance will never reach the end.

The blurry man said this and got up, and Berheim tried to grab the man’s ankle.

Iron Fist.

But the hand that was trying to grab his ankle went right through it, causing Berheim to lose his balance and fall forward.

“Save me···.”

-Foreigner who struggled for the world.

“At least Iris··· please···.”

-As a token of my respect for you···.

The man continued speaking, placing his hands, which were soaked with pure white energy, on Berheim’s shoulders as he forcibly raised his body.

“Save me. I’ll give you whatever you want…!”

Berheim, who had been desperately crying out in a voice full of resentment, felt a strange sense of incongruity for a moment.

“···?”

The voice came out clearly. The consciousness that had been blurring became clear. The body was still as heavy as Mt. Tai, but it was not painful even though it had arrived.

-I’ll give you a little bit of your time.

“If it’s just a little while···”

-I think you’ll be able to decide on at least one thing. Let me tell you one thing for reference…

The hazy man nodded his head toward the door where the blue aura was rippling.

-You are not qualified to open the gates of destiny, but you are qualified to pass through them. If you leave the key here.

“Beyond the Gate of Destiny…? What happens if you go through that gate? Iris… Can Iris be saved?”

-You who were a stranger will no longer be a stranger.

“It won’t be like that···? That means···.”

-Yes. You will return to the original world you lived in. You will forget every moment here and live as you were before you came here. You deserve to return.

“···.”

-Isn’t that bad? Isn’t this the first goal you had as a foreigner setting foot in this world?

“If I go back···.”

Berheim looked back with a complicated expression.

Could it be because of the brief moment the blurry man allowed?

The distant scenery that had not been visible before began to appear clearly in Berheim’s eyes.

The corpses of my colleagues scattered across the peaceful landscape that is gradually regaining its original appearance, and the pitiful sight of a dying woman.

“What happens to this place now? No···.”

Berheim turned his head back to the hazy man and said.

“Can Iris be saved?”

-It’s entirely possible if you hand over the key you have to that child.

The blurry man snickered, placed his hand on Berheim’s heart, and then removed it.

Then, a small key began to float around on his detached palm, emitting a pure white light.

-But, as you know, this key imposes an unwanted fate on its owner, just as it did on you.

Berheim glared at the man, his lips cracking.

Because I knew it so well.

How cruel is the fate that the key he holds imposes on its owner.

-And that child will not be able to endure that fate alone like you. Because, that child is not the one who opens destiny.

“···.”

-Is that all? That child who will live his life again will live for a very long time… no, perhaps forever, resenting you.

“···.”

– Or there is another option. We can accept the harsh fate that awaits everyone, and end the tragedy that will continue here. The old gatekeeper is very curious to know what decision you will make.

The blurry man said, spreading his arms as if he was expecting something.

“···.”

Berheim stared at the sight, lost in thought.

That took a long time.

“The gatekeeper of fate···.”

Berheim, who had been pondering, raised his head with a more determined look in his eyes than ever.

“You are the master of the scales.”

-Haha. I won’t deny it. So, what decision will you make? There’s not much time left.

“Let’s make a contract.”

-Ha, hahahaha!

At Berheim’s firm tone, the hazy man laughed loudly and threw his head back.

-What a surprising answer. To discuss contracts in this situation. Well, tell me. What kind of contract do you want to make?

“The contractors are me, Daphne Iris, the evil spirit Bulginus, and… that friend.”

Berheim, who had been speaking, turned his gaze away for a moment and looked at his most trusted comrade. Most of his flesh had melted away in the sewage, but a faint breath was being exhaled from between his lips.

-Dear stranger, tell me what you wish to put on the scales, what you desire, and what you will pay for it.

“What I want to say is···.”

Berheim began to recite the terms of the contract with a more calm expression than ever before, and the gatekeeper, who was listening, interrupted Berheim every now and then and faithfully followed the contract.

-This part will need some tuning.

-That provision requires the consent of the parties.

How much time has passed like that?

-The contract was… concluded.

A dazzling golden light burst out from the man’s hazy body.

-Foolish stranger. According to the contract, I grant you a fleeting moment to leave your foolishness in this world.

The golden light that burst out began to slowly seep into Berheim.

“···.”

Belheim, who realized this, slowly got up.

A body that is still a mess, but can move lightly.

Berheim had no intention of wasting the fleeting moment granted to him by Libra.

-By the way, the choice you made was…

As Berheim turned around and started walking away, he could faintly hear Libra’s trembling voice in his ears for some reason.

-It was the only correct answer you could give.

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“out···.”

Berheim muttered as he carefully held the hand of a man who was nothing but bone and no flesh left.

“I’m really… really sorry. I’m shameless, but….”

“I ask you one last time···”

After saying that, Berheim left with a complicated expression on his face.

How much time has passed like that?

“Fuck ··· Really ··

The man whose hand had been held placed his bony hand on his eyes and muttered quietly.

“I’ll hate you until I die… so just do it….”

I don’t know if I can die though.

Malik muttered like that and lay there for a while.

—-

Berheim carefully laid Daphne, whom he was holding, on the floor and walked away, waving his hands in the air.

“This isn’t too bad.”

What was manifesting as he moved his hands was illusionary magic.

A huge door wide open, towering high into the sky.

The crimson flames that threatened to engulf the world are fading away, and the black pupils are losing their vitality and malice.

The last thing the woman who regains consciousness will see is herself and the world.

Berheim wanted that image to be imprinted more deeply on Daphne’s side.

I wish Daphne had lived a more miserable life.

It had to be that way.

For a long, long time, Daphne would have to resent and miss him for him before his final plan could be put into action.

Even though I knew it was the cruelest thing I could do to Daphne, I felt my heart sink with guilt.

“You fucking retard.”

Berheim, who had been muttering and laughing at himself with all his might, stopped in front of the giant door for his last play in this world.