The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction - The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction chapter 418

418 – Scene 418# Little Brother

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The leaves were falling like ashes.

About six months have passed since we reunited in the midst of an ordeal of despair.

My younger brother Sora appeared before me again. But the joy was short-lived, and I was left speechless.

“You…”

Sora was skinny, as if he was malnourished. Her face was pale and pale, and only skin and bones remained on her body. She was so thin that the clothes she was wearing were baggy.

“Why…”

I was about to ask why it was like this, but I kept my mouth shut. I thought I knew why this guy became like this.

He has been fighting all along to protect this world from the system and not to have it taken over by Park Jun-hyuk.

“… “Are you trying to protect me until this happens?”

“It’s the same for you too…”

After Sora scolded me, I checked my appearance his. His clothes were torn and stained with dark red blood, as if he had fallen into a pool of blood. Electrical wires penetrate all over the body, creating holes for air. It was not my place to say anything to her younger brother. If my younger brother was a skeleton, I was a walking corpse or a zombie.

“… I know. “This is not what we are like.”

“Ahaha… Right… ?”

Sora smiled as if she was squeezing out all her remaining strength. That smile was a mixture of regret and self-deprecation.

“Sorry. “Oppa.”

“?”

“If I had done better, it wouldn’t have happened like this…” ” .”

I shook my head.

“Let’s not say things like that. If I tried again, I couldn’t have done any better. Look at us. “This was the best.”

I hoped that this world would not be dismissed as simply a game. I hoped it wouldn’t be trampled by players who don’t know anything. I hoped that my brother and sister’s world would not be taken away by others.

But that wish did not come true.

“It’s all over now…”

It may take time, but eventually, all the characters will be killed by the players and Park Jun-hyuk will take over the world where only a shell remains.

“So, it’s okay to not ‘overdo it’ anymore.”

Sora lowered her head as if my words hit the nail on the head. I knew. Even at this moment, Sora is not giving up.

The falling leaves stopped falling. Sora had his back to the bare tree. It was a miniature version of the gigantic world tree that Park Jun-hyuk had swallowed, and the tree that was the world itself. A dead tree that is withered and dry, with not a single leaf hanging on it, and is as thin as a bone, and all that is left to do is fall.

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Sora was not leaning against the tree, but she was supporting it with her whole body.

“… Hey. “Oppa.”

“Yes.”

“I think I’ve been causing my brother too much trouble…”

It’s a gloomy past. I went to prison for killing his father who tried to get his hands on his younger brother. After that, my siblings and I really had nothing. After living in a gosiwon and a semi-basement room, and being labeled as an ex-convict, I lived a very difficult life. Did Sora keep that incident in mind the whole time?

“What trouble? Even if it was hard work, it was worth it.”

Even if I couldn’t do it, I worked as hard as I could because I wanted to raise my younger brother in a normal way. Because she wanted Sora to forget her unfortunate family history and to live without feeling inadequate, she was able to endure no matter how difficult it was.

“No… I know how much her brother suffered because of me…”

“It’s all in the past. “Don’t worry.”

At my reaction, Sora smiled bitterly and then told me a surprising fact.

“Do you know anything? I originally wanted to make her brother the main character of my novel…?”

“… “What?”

They were trying to make me the main character, leaving behind a decent main character named Peter Wingfield?

“That means… Are you saying that Tristan was originally the main character of the novel?”

“Hmm… Rather than that, I think it would be more accurate to say that I wanted to write a novel with my brother as the main character.”

“Why?”

I know very well how worthless I am. Unlike the typical Assae Sora, he wasn’t very smart either. He is an incompetent human being who is neither good at sports nor better than others. Because that was me.

“I am not suited to be the main character.”

“Know. My brother hates pretending to be just. He’s a hero of justice or something. Like a typical good protagonist…”

“I know.”

“So I had no choice but to make him a villain. If I had known that my brother would appear as Tristan, I wouldn’t have made him a villain…”

“No. Who knew that would happen? Rather, I did well. I don’t deserve to be the main character of your story. It’s a role that’s too much for me. “If I had been the main character, the novel wouldn’t ‘t ‘t have progressed properly?”

But Sora shook her head.

“Brother. I think the main character is someone who doesn’t give up no matter what hardships come their way… “I think of him as a hero-like character with an indomitable will.”

“Then, especially with me…”

“Look at what my brother achieved after coming to this world.”

“What has been achieved… ?”

“Did you forget? “It’s thanks to my brother that Wendy is still alive today.”

Ah… I asked what he meant…

Sora opened his mouth.

“It’s not just Wendy. The reason Blanche, Bella, Helga, and other characters resolved misunderstandings, reconciled, and forgave each other was all because of their brother. “He was more like the main character than Peter, the main character in the original story I wrote.”

“… “I did everything just to survive.”

As Tristan, all that was given to me was destruction. I struggled to escape my fate of destruction. Resolving conflicts and resentments with characters was ultimately for my own survival. It was never an action that originated from a noble and good heart like the protagonist.

“I just changed your story to survive.”

“I like the changes you made better. And the main character is the one who can change the world. Even if it were someone else than Peter who was the main character, they wouldn’t have been able to change the world as much as my brother.”

“Sora, if I were the main character like you said… “If I were really a hero, I should have saved this world.”

That was the main reason why I wasn’t the main character. I couldn’t save this world. I worked hard and tried all kinds of things, but I ended up failing.

“I don’t deserve to be the main character.”

Above all, my mind has already reached the stage of resignation. No matter how much I thought about it, there was no way to get out of this situation. Even if I were to go back to the past again, would there be a way for me to defeat Park Jun-hyuk and the system?

If I were the main character, I might have done something. But honestly, I wasn’t confident. After dying and returning over 500 times, my heart was already worn out.

Sora stared at me quietly. And then he quietly opened his mouth.

“Brother. The reality we experienced was far from happiness, to say the least. It was all filled with sadness, depression, and despair. But my brother didn’t give up. I worked harder than anyone else and tried desperately to live alone. In a world full of despair. That kind of thing seems to me… “I felt like the main character.”

“…”

“I wanted to write a novel with that older brother as the main character. Because in my novel… I wanted my brother to be happy. This novel… This world was my wish…”

Sora smiled weakly.

“If it wasn’t for my brother, this world wouldn’t have even started.”

“… But I failed.”

My chest felt numb as if it had been hollowed out.

“I am… I couldn’t save it… This world and you… We couldn’t save everyone. “I’m not the main character, I’m a failure.”

“Are you okay. My brother did his best. No one would have come this far…Rather, I feel more sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry for putting you through a hard time because of a bad writer… So it’s okay to rest now. “My brother has now returned to his original body.”

“…What?”

Returning to your original body… ?

“What does that mean? “Wasn’t I dead?”

“That’s right. But it’s Tristan’s body that’s dead. My brother’s consciousness has escaped Tristan’s body… The reason I was able to bring my brother’s consciousness here was because Tristan died. And I still have the power to send your consciousness back to ” “My original body.”

Tristan is dead. My that escaped should have disappeared, but Sora seemed to have consciousness somehow prevented it. To return my consciousness back to its original body.

“You wanted it too. Going back to the way it was.”

I hoped. I didn’t hope for it. How much I wanted to return to my original body, to my original world.

But it never worked out this way.

“Are you telling me to just leave you and go back now?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. “I have to protect this world until my brother leaves.”

Even now, the withered tree was weighing down Sora’s body her her her her. I could guess that the moment that tree fell was truly the moment the world ended.

“How long can you endure with that body…” ” ” .”

“Are you okay. This world was created by my imagination. Even though my body is like this, my imagination is still alive and well. If the writer’s imagination supports it, it can survive. So now you don’t have to suffer anymore .You don’t have to be sad.When I go back…”

“What if I go back?”

I asked back and looked at Sora.

“What will I have when I go back? “What do I have?”

“…”

“When I go back, there’s nothing. “I have nothing.”

It’s not just Sora. There is no Bella, no Wendy, no Helga, no Blanche, nothing.

“Everything I have is here and you’re telling me to go back?”

“Brother…”

“I’m not going back. “This world is our happiness, but we made it somehow, so we can’t leave it behind.”

“I know that!”

Sora shouted as his emotions grew stronger.

“This world was created by me and my brother, step by step! Know! You know, I don’t want to be taken away like this either. I don’t want to give up… ! But I can’t hold on for much longer…”

He poured out his emotions in a tearful voice.

“My imagination has long since run out. I do not have time… If things continue like this, my brother won’t be able to return. Even if neither of us can return, at least my brother… “At least one of you has to go back, right?”

“…”

“Please, please. Brother… I understand how you feel, but you can’t help what you can’t do. “I wish my brother was still alive.”

I closed my eyes tightly.

Sora is right. If you can go back, you should go back. If I stay here like this, I’ll just become a burden.

Sora is still supporting this world by squeezing what remains of her imagination. I guess I’ll try to hold on somehow until I return my consciousness back to my original body her. Because that’s the last thing he can do.

Then I… ?

Is there anything I can do?

Even at this point when everything is over, Sora tries to do what she can. She is trying so hard to save at least one of her brothers. She couldn’t stay still, even though it was me, her brother.

I can give it my all.

What can I do after losing my body and remaining only conscious? What meaningful work can we do?

I kept thinking and thinking. And soon she came to the idea.

“… “Yes.”

It probably wasn’t that long. I nodded and approached Sora.

“I guess that’s it. “It’s been so long since we reunited that we have to break up again.”

“… Yes.”

I hugged the conch that was supporting the dead world tree. Normally, I would have pushed him away because it was disgusting, but he didn’t even have the strength left to do so.

“You said you had a hard time with me, but you had a hard time just as much as me.”

“Brother…”

This might be the last time we see each other like this. Because we knew that, Sora and I couldn’t easily continue talking. Because it felt like I was going to cry no matter what I said.

“Ugh… I don’t want to break up with my brother…”

In the end, it was Sora who burst into tears. He cried in my arms like a child and his shoulders shook.

“I wanted to go back with my brother… Black again like before… I wanted to live happily with my brother…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No. I’m truly sorry. For making my brother go through something like this…”

“Are you okay. Your imagination… If it weren’t for your wishes, I wouldn’t have come this far. Therefore…”

I finished the short hug and spoke to Sora.

“Now I will take your place.”

“… Huh?”

Sora looked at me with an incomprehensible expression on her face.

“Park Jun-hyuk was like that too. Imagination is the power that makes the impossible possible…”

I thought.

Until now, this world has been maintained solely by Sora’s ‘imagination’. Because this was a world that began with Sora’s imagination.

However, while my younger brother was writing a novel, I was in a position to advise him on various things and participate in the setting. I didn’t just pick up a pen, I talked a lot with my mouth. That means…

“Then wouldn’t I be able to maintain this world with my ‘imagination’ instead of yours?”

“Oppa…?”

“That’s right. A lot has changed since I came to this world. The reason I was able to change this world may be because I am Tristan, but… If you think about it, isn’t it because I have some stake in imagining this world?”

“Now, wait a minute. Even if that’s the case, it doesn’t mean you know more about this world than I do.”

“Did you forget? I am your old reader. I know everything about the story behind this novel. “There’s nothing I don’t know anymore.”

It is no exaggeration to say that I am the only reader and co-author in the world. Moreover, since I came to this world and discovered all the hidden background, it can be said that there is no one else who knows this world as well as I do.

“So the only one who can replace you is me.”

“Oh, brother?!”

I supported the world tree that was crushing Sora with my hands without even having time to stop him. It was heavy. Were you really carrying something like this?

The moment my hand touched it, I felt my strength being sucked into the World Tree. At the same time, I could see that my thoughts were continuing through the World Tree. Is this the feeling of having one’s imagination absorbed?

I pushed Sora away and carried the World Tree.

“Oh, no! Brother! Do not be like this! That’s what I have to do!”

Sora tried to push me away, but her physique and physical strength were no match for me.

“Brother!” Please… !”

“For the last time, let’s act like older brothers.”

“Who said you wanted something like that? “I don’t want my brother to do that!”

“I like it because you say you don’t like it.”

“Ji, there’s a joke coming out in this situation… ?!”

“I’m afraid that if I don’t do this, I will remember you as an ugly oppa until the end.”

At that moment, Sora’s eyes opened wide. Only then did I realize that she understood what I meant.

“Why, why is it the last…”

“It’s time to break up.”

“?!”

Sora’s body her began to glow faintly.

As I carried the World Tree on my behalf, my imagination began to become involved in this world. There was no need to know how to use it.

I just thought. I hope Sora gets out of here safely. She wished she could return to her original body.

Then Sora’s body her began to glow and gradually fade.

“No! No! Brother!! How can something like this happen?”

Sora pounded my chest with her fist. But her fist could not reach my chest and gradually became blurred.

“Oppa!!”

Sora burst into tears and screamed.

Perhaps her younger brother she did not know. This is what he thought the breakup was like.

I smiled at Sora, feeling the world tree pressing down on her shoulders.

“Bye. “My younger brother.”