There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 486



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EP.486 People who do not stand up when they see injustice (4)

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The comet’s light covered the prison like waves.

The iron bars melted, and instructor Kim Kang-hyuk and Park, caught up in the light, were swept away without even leaving a trace.

A sword technique with more force than usual to identify the guy hiding in the dark.

But before the comet’s light hit it, the tentacles started moving and created a wall. Soon, light and tentacles collide, and Kugu Goong! The entire hallway spewed out dust.

With fallen stone dust and dust blocking his view, Hyesung looked at the tentacle fragments hanging on the floor and asked.

[Mr. Oh, what is that? Is it the Ayatollah’s dream again?]

“No, it’s an arcane artifact!”

Dawn responds by firing the Comet Sword once again.

The tentacle protruding from the darkness tried to block the light again, but the comet’s light, which was even bigger than before, tore apart not only the hallway but the image itself.

Kwaaa – !

The moment when Dawn tried to see the guy’s face through the comet’s light.

Aren’t tentacles in the dark grabbing the air and spreading the space left and right?

And just before colliding with the comet, it quickly flew into the wide open space.

No, what is that again? Running away without fighting?

The absurdity was brief, and the action was quick. Dawn held tightly onto the waist of Soe Miri, who was next to her, and ran toward the open space.

“beforehand! Follow me! Hold on tight!”

Dawn opened her nose spell and ran across the blood-soaked floor. As her daughter Miri screamed loudly, Hye-seong asked:

[But why did you call me from someone else’s vision artifact?]

“I never called you!”

After answering like that, Dawn bit her teeth as she watched the hole narrowing. The space closing speed was slightly faster than the speed at which he ran.

[No, do you think I’m such a fool? There is no way you can come down in a situation where there is no divinity-]

At that moment, Dawn thought in her mind. Faster, just a little faster.

It was almost like a prayer. A prayer to yourself, not to anyone else.

The next moment, a bright light burst out from under Dawn’s feet. It was a light as warm as the sun, different from the pale light of a comet.

Flash!

For an instant, Dawn’s body accelerated, leaving behind a long tail like Alpha One’s.

Take a deep breath and move forward without wavering.

Just before the gaping space closed, a flash of light exploded and Dawn and Soemiri narrowly jumped into the hole.

with a plop!

My vision turned over with a sound as if I was jumping into water. Soon, a darkness that made it impossible to see an inch ahead covered the bodies of Yeo-myeong and Soemi-ri, but the light that started from Hye-seong and his body quickly pushed away the darkness.

Rather than wondering where I am, take a moment to look around to find the guy who ran away.

Hyesung said in a low voice.

[The comet of freedom meets the sun.]

The voice was so polite that Soemiri, who was listening, widened her eyes.

[Somehow, from the first time I met him, I felt like I was with a terrifying being… .]

At that time, Dawn interrupted her and screamed.

“We’ll talk about that later, but first, let’s find the guy who ran away!”

[yes.]

The comet embedded in the sword obediently emitted a huge light. Saaaa- ! Like a finger digging into a sand castle, the comet’s light penetrated through the darkness and illuminated the surroundings.

“Dawn, over there!”

The next moment, Soemili, hanging on Dawn’s side, pointed beyond the darkness.

As I followed her fingertips, I saw a guy with dense tentacles that looked like a lump.

And the familiar eyes seen through the mass of tentacles. As soon as he saw Dawn following the light, he opened a space in the darkness.

Are you afraid of missing it again?

Jiing! Without hesitation, Dawn used her telekinesis and grabbed one of its tentacles.

It trembled with its tentacles as if trying to shake off its telekinesis, but when it realized that Dawn’s power was beyond imagination, it tore off the entire tentacle that was caught. Hye-seong muttered after seeing that.

[No matter how you look at that, it looks like an apocalyptic church… .]

Dawn did not respond and continued to use her telekinesis to grab the guy’s other tentacle. The guy didn’t lose either and kept ripping off the tentacles.

Hold on, tear off, hold on, tear off…

It was Somiri who ended the strange tug-of-war that continued in the dark. After gathering her mana for a moment, she stretched out the wand she was holding and shouted.

“The claws of the dung beetle!”

Unlike some strange spells, the power of the spell was clear. The mint-colored spell fired from her wand flew straight through and pierced the mass of tentacles.

Deep! A spell so deeply embedded that even the dawn of time can feel it.

The guy twisted his body as if trying to shake off the spell, but when he realized he couldn’t be pulled out, he just threw himself over the hole.

Soon the thread of the spell was pulled taut, and Soemiri screamed and held on tightly to the wand.

“I-I think I’m going to miss it if it continues like this?!”

Dawn answered after placing her hand on the back of Soemili’s veiny hand.

“I don’t plan on missing it. “Hold on tight.”

“yes?”

The next moment, dawn suddenly comes! The spell started from the wand was drawn. The spell stretched as taut as a spider’s web was pulled, and Dawn and Soemiri’s bodies flew through the darkness.

The speed was so fast that Soemiri could not keep her mouth shut.

“Kyaaaa-!”

For a moment, the sound that I don’t know whether it’s a scream or an exclamation continues briefly. The two jumped into the hole the guy had entered.

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As soon as the two crossed the space, soft sunlight first covered their faces.

Dawn looked around, still holding on to the spell. Joseon-style buildings with tile-roofed houses lined up and beams… Palace?

A huge crowd of people had gathered around the familiar palace, and everyone was wearing white clothes and holding flowers, making it look like a funeral.

-Christ has set us free, so stand firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery.

And a Bible verse heard from afar… Is it a Christian funeral?

But there are Christians in the Joseon palace. I don’t know whose funeral it is…

[…] It’s Syngman Rhee’s funeral.]

“huh?”

[You’re Korean but you still don’t understand? This is Woonam Palace.]

“What does being Korean have to do with Woo Nam-gung…” No, how does the comet know that? Did she know Syngman Rhee?”

After hearing what she said, Yeo-myeong asked again, and Hye-seong answered with a twinkling light.

[Roughly? Out of all the Earthlings, he was the one who first targeted me.]

“… .”

[I don’t know how he knew, but he came to the successor of the previous generation and said that he, who fought for freedom all his life, was the perfect successor to the comet.]

“But you didn’t accept it?”

[Yes, because I hate politicians. Moreover, he is a politician who has a palace named after his nickname. Oh, I’d rather play with the barbarians of the grasslands.]

“… .”

As the short conversation continued, Soemiri, who was holding the wand, spoke with her arms shaking.

“Hey, are you there? “If this continues, I might miss it?”

this. Dawn drew her spell once more. Then the wand trembled like a fishing rod with a big fish on it.

“… “It’s over there.”

Dawn found a mass of tentacles beyond the walls of Woonam Palace and jumped onto the people. His feet, soaked in the light of the sun, flew through the air, just like they did in Hiraria.

I don’t know if it was because it was someone else’s image, but none of the countless people who attended the funeral paid any attention to him.

Likewise, he didn’t care about the mass of tentacles tearing people apart and creating holes during the funeral procession.

[The speed of running away is fast.]

Just as Hyeseong said, the guy disappeared through the hole in an instant. Dawn fell at an almost falling speed and entered the hole.

Whoop-! For a moment, an unpleasant sensation that goes beyond images and images will engulf your body.

The place where Dawn and Miri fell was on a large bridge.

This time, it was a place where Dawn could be recognized at a glance. No, it was a bridge that any Korean would know.

Han River Bridge.

There, the scene I had seen in textbooks was unfolding.

The sight of military police, Marines, and countless other officers led by Army Chief of Staff Jang Do-young crossing the bridge.

“5.12 military coup… ?”

I can’t believe I got to see with my own eyes the opportunity for a military regime to come into power after President Syngman Rhee’s death.

Is this what it feels like to come face to face with history? Dawn felt something similar to a shiver as she watched the soldiers crossing the bridge.

Of course, that feeling didn’t last long. I found a familiar face among the officers standing next to Army Chief of Staff Jang Do-young.

Training number 1… Candidates from the breeding farm, including Kim Kang-hyuk, were there.

-number 3… No, Captain Cha, please lead the 33rd Division to the broadcasting station.

-Major Lee, after blocking the bridge, go to Hyehwa-dong and surround the Carmelite Convent. Make sure not a single ant baby can escape. Do you understand?

-Major Park and our military police will follow Lieutenant General Jang to Gyeongmudae.

-For the rest of you, please hold on until we capture the Vice President and impose martial law. You must endure no matter what the U.S. or Soviet military says. For my country.

They were holding walkie-talkies and constantly checking what they were going to do together with the officer wearing sunglasses.

Anyone can see that they appear to be the core of this coup.

Could it be that the military coup was also the work of ‘patriots’?

It wasn’t a strange thing. Yes, because this was an image created from Kim Kang-hyuk’s memories.

But at the same time, questions followed. To what extent have these children been manipulating Korean history?

Is it really an organization for patriotism in the first place? If you simply wanted to take back the portal from the Soviet Union and the United States, you would use democracy, not a military coup… .

The moment when Dawn’s doubts became longer.

Soemili’s wand was pulled taut again.

“Run away again!”

No more worries were allowed. Dawn picked up the iron spear and immediately jumped towards the place where the wand’s spell was cast.

Looking down from the sky, I saw a mass of tentacles creating a hole in the air not far away.

If you swing the Comet Sword right now, you can reach it.

Dawn swung her sword without a moment of hesitation.

[Get lost!]

Following the comet’s response, a huge sword fell, aiming precisely at the Han River Bridge. The power was dizzying. With a loud noise, not only the leg but also the image itself was torn apart and blurred.

Immediately after feeling the strange sensation of ruining a scene from history.

“I’m not dead yet!”

Realizing that the spell was not broken, Soemiri and Dawn drew the spell almost simultaneously.

But isn’t the spell that was tense just a moment ago pulling the two back together this time?

Has your strength suddenly increased? Or is it a final struggle?

Dawn was dragged away, hugging Miri so tightly that she was holding onto the wand so much that her face turned red.

What is the next image? He was sucked into the hole, half in anticipation and half in worry.

And this time…

dump!

It crashed into a small room that appeared to be a conference room. It wasn’t a historical scene like the Han River bridge just a moment ago.

A dark conference room like this can’t possibly be a historical scene?

No, because there were people sitting in the seats who shouldn’t have been there in a historical scene.

A man with a pale complexion and a half-demon man with long horns.

The two people are named Bujum and the Immortal King’s Favorite First Thumb, respectively… They were necromancers.

And those two were not the only necromancers here.

On one side of the conference room, there were at least ten necromancers standing, including a man with pale hair who resembled Dilla and a skeleton floating in the air.

“… Dawn?”

Soemiri, who was about to tell her to chase the tentacles right away, felt that Dawn’s breathing had changed and raised her head. He was quietly scanning the humans gathered in the conference room.

With cold, murderous eyes, like when we first met in Incheon.

“Prime Minister, party leader, National Assembly member, Vice Minister, Minister… Ha, they are all gathered together very evenly.”

Dawn’s voice that followed was full of murder. It was so terrifying that a mass of tentacles that tried to escape from the corner of the conference room flinched and stopped.

However, the characters in the image who did not feel his presence calmly started talking.

-Please guarantee more than 70,000 corpses and means of transportation every year. Then, we will provide you with one bottle of awakening potion per 10,000 districts.

-One bottle of potion for 10,000 corpses? Such nonsense… Does this country look like a country?

-Of course, it doesn’t end here. To the people gathered here and their families… We’ll give you an extra bottle of each. If you get this bitch, one of your family members will definitely become a wizard. How is it?

Starting with Bujum’s proposal, government officials began adjusting the conditions.

From the condition of asking for more awakening potions in exchange for a living person rather than a corpse, to the condition of giving more corpses if you give them practical experience with the undead.

All kinds of disgusting transactions that sacrificed their own citizens. There was nothing more to hear.

Dawn swung her sword and began to cut off the heads of the necromancers and government officials in the image one by one.

Whether the tentacle escapes or not, I put great care into each and every one.

It was a meaningless act, but Dawn could not stop the sword.

Soon after Dawn blew off the heads of all the people in the room, Soemiri came up to him and stroked his face.

“Dawn, are you okay?”

“… are you okay.”

“that… I may not be able to share your hurt as much as Seti, but… Let me know if you’re having a hard time. “I can comfort you too.”

Dawn looked down at Soemiri without saying a word. Green eyes full of worry. Dawn was able to feel enough relief just by looking at her eyes.

Of course, she was more than a relief. She was like that in practical terms too. Because she had never lost sight of the wand connected to the tentacle mass.

“thank you.”

Dawn said as she held Soemiri’s wand. Even though her grip was slightly torn, she grinned and nodded her head.

“If you are grateful, please leave immediately. “If this continues, the hole will close.”

“Okay, if you start it, you have to finish it.”

The moment the two people jump back into the hole where the tentacle mass disappeared.

He spoke as if a comet was passing by.

[Why does it seem like the woman changes every time I see her? Surely our Freah Khan too… ?]

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Another image that arrived after leaving the comet nonsense behind was familiar.

A training ground where young boys are running.

“… The order ended a little while ago. “I guess you gave up on running away and hid?”

As soon as Soemiri said that, trainee number 1, the boy Kim Kang-hyuk, smiled and spoke to Yeomyeong and Soemiri.

“how is it? “What are your impressions of the patriots’ performance so far?”

“… what?”

“You look like you don’t understand… ? Well, you might not know it just by looking at our fighting comrades.”

“… .”

“Let me explain in detail. What you saw was us stopping the Soviet Union from swallowing up Hamgyeong Province and fighting the United States, which built military bases in Osan and Suwon on its own. okay? “The reason modern Korea has developed so much is because of our patriots who sacrificed themselves behind the scenes.”

What kind of bullshit are you talking about? As Dawn looked around her head looking for the tentacle, Miri whispered.

“I guess that decoy thinks he is the real body of an arcane artifact. “Maybe they are under the illusion that they are showing us the glory of patriots.”

It is said that a bait caught on a fishing line does not know its own situation. It was exactly like that.

While Dawn was shaking her head, the boy Kim Kang-hyuk came quickly and said.

“Anyway, if you’ve seen this far, you would know. How precarious our homeland, sacrificed in the Cold War, is, and how much greater strength we need to protect ourselves… .”

“… .”

“Fools say we got the portal back and there is no need to fight anymore. But is that really the case? Japan and the Soviet Union still threaten us, and Europe and the United States are constantly interfering with government policies. “It may only be peaceful on the surface, but we are still in danger.”

The boy Kanghyuk Kim’s voice had a strange charm, like the main character in a propaganda movie. Yes, it is so attractive that an ordinary superhuman would fall in love with it.

[I can feel the magic in this guy’s voice… Is it indirect hypnosis? What kind of arcane artifact is this? Isn’t it a holy relic of the Apocalypse Church?]

While Hye-seong belatedly realized the identity of the voice, Kim Kang-hyuk held out a sword.

“Now, it’s a reward for an arcane artifact.”

“compensation?”

Dawn was dumbfounded and looked at the sword he held out. Even if no one else knew, he could know after breaking the ban on the scapegoat sisters’ heads.

Ominous mana felt from the blade…

This sword must have been transformed from the mass of tentacles that had been running away just a moment ago.

What are you aiming for? The moment Dawn raised her mana to the fullest and took up her sword, Kim Kang-hyuk in the image stretched out her chest and spoke.

“Our people’s swordsmanship. “It is a sword that allows you to learn the Cheondun sword technique.”

“… .”

Our people? Isn’t the Tiandun Sword Technique the Chinese Taoist swordsmanship and Lu Dongbin’s swordsmanship?

Dawn swallowed her words. Aren’t the opponents the ones controlling history from behind the scenes? The truth would have little meaning to them.

Kim Kang-hyuk spoke cheerfully, not knowing whether he knew what Dawn was thinking.

“Try swinging. “You will be able to learn the Cheondun Sword Technique right away with the abilities of the arcane relic.”

“… In conclusion, is this arcane relic an object to pass down the Heavenly Dungeon Sword Technique?”

“okay. “It’s a sword technique that only patriots can master.”

I don’t think so. She recalled that her Seti sisters were also learning the Cheondun sword technique.

Well, there was nothing wrong with it if the Korean government misunderstood him as a patriot. After giving a slight gesture to her Soemiri to step back, Dawn raised a sword containing Cheondun’s sword technique. And right after he imbued her sword with mana.

Wow!!

A bunch of tentacles shot out from the sword and covered his head.

The hideous, writhing tentacles immediately clamped down on Dawn’s arms and face, then dug into his eyes, nose, and ears.

“Dawn?! are you okay!?”

Unlike Soemiri, who was scared, Yeomyeong calmly raised her other hand to stop her. Soon the comet came to help.

[To put a brainwashing and ban on an incarnation of God who is not an ordinary priest… Is courage imaginary?]

Does that mean it’s okay? The moment Soemiri gets nervous while holding the wand.

Light gathered above the tentacle-covered head of the dawn.

“The offering… Advance payment… alcohol… expensive… wine… .”

And as the murmur that seemed to be negotiating with someone continued, the sparkling light changed into the shape of a winged dung beetle, that is, an Egyptian scarab.

“and… .”

Soemiri opened her mouth as she faced the light of divinity as pure as that of a saint. Is that the nova of dawn? Who would have thought that the God of Earth who wields divinity really exists?

“The World Tree that connects all things… .”

Seeing that surprising sight, Soemiri went to the World Tree without realizing it. Meanwhile, the tentacle, engulfed in light, was frightened, writhed, and fell off from Dawn’s head.

Dawn just raised her foot and grabbed the tentacle! She trampled.

“for a moment! What are you doing! “You reject a patriot’s choice?!”

When Kim Kang-hyuk was surprised and tried to rush at him, Soemiri reflexively raised his wand. In an instant, she kicked him up and knocked him to the ground.

Billion, billion-! The boy, Kim Kang-hyuk, struggled and shook his body. However, it was impossible for his young body to overcome Soe Miri’s magic. The guy immediately gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

And the moment I waved my hand as if to change my image.

Dawn’s sword pierced his neck. It was a blow without any mercy.

Soemiri was so shocked that she covered her mouth. Because of the red blood flowing from Kim Kang-hyuk’s neck? No, it wasn’t.

“Are you okay? If Kim Kang-hyuk dies, this vision artifact will end… Wouldn’t it have been better to look at your memories a little more?”

“no it’s okay. Anything more than this is a waste of time.”

“If it’s a waste of time…” Did you see something when you were grabbed by the tentacles earlier? “Have you found His Excellency’s identity?”

Dawn shook her head. He looked alternately at Kim Kang-hyuk’s head and the mass of tentacles rolling on the floor.

“No, I haven’t seen the identity of this guy, His Excellency. To begin with, my memories of him remained completely empty. but… .”

As the images around him collapsed and became distorted, he held on to Soemili’s hand.

“… “I found someone who knows his true identity.”

“really? “Who are you?”

“Kim Man-il. Kim Il-sung’s son… A hero of democratization who ended military dictatorship.”