There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 468



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EP.468 attacca

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Era of peace?

How about praying for Jesus, or the original warrior that the Asha people like, to come back? I think that is more realistic.

[Richard Nixon’s answer to a reporter’s question about whether there will be an era of peace after the Cold War.]

***

“That guy, he did something again.”

On the rooftop of the store covered with monster corpses, the manager looked at Ekemo’s huge frozen body and said.

“I hope it’s a good thing for us.”

Sancho, who had caught up next to him, answered in a tired voice.

“I heard you are too negative. Look, aren’t all the monsters still there?”

Just as the leader said, the monsters had stopped attacking and were staring at Ekemo and Dawn. Sancho said, leaning on his shield.

“… It’s not dead, and it won’t stay like this forever. “When I hit him, he hit back right away.”

He tapped the dented shield as if to prove his point. Blood and flesh that appeared to belong to a monster were stuck to his shield.

“It’s break time? “For a monster, you have good manners.”

The leader chuckled and wrung his hands. His hand, which had been holding the weapon just a moment ago, was twitching like that of a person limp from fatigue.

Sancho said after seeing that.

“Take care of yourself. “You still haven’t completely recovered from the wounds you sustained last time.”

When he mentioned what happened in Gemini City, the leader snorted.

“Isn’t that what you want to say? “I remember you hitting me on the head with your shield back then.”

“… .”

The moment Sancho opened his mouth as if it were unfair, the leader added one step ahead.

“And don’t worry. “I won’t die until I see the saint’s son.”

A saint, and the son of a previous saint… Sancho shook his head as if to say that again.

“The saint’s son… Is it really there? “I think it will be sooner for the current saint to give birth to a son.”

“is it? Well, he is also the saint’s son… Well, then he just needs to be alive by then, right? “I don’t think it will take long.”

“… .”

Sancho studied the captain’s face to determine whether he was joking or not. And then he realized it wasn’t a joke and he burst out laughing.

“Yes, live for a long time.”

“Uh-huh, you. Don’t you know that if you say something like that on the battlefield, you’ll be in big trouble?”

“There are Death Knights who die without leaving a wonderful will, but it’s like this… .”

At that time, the monsters all turned their heads. Towards the Magic Tower, to be exact, the place where the refugees fled.

“… this.”

When Sancho, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, raised his shield again, the leader also raised his mace high and spoke.

“It’s your fault.”

“… .”

“And it looks like Seti’s lover hasn’t woken up yet…” “The two of us will have to stop what’s left.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind? “There is also a way to protest in front of the Magic Tower with the Death Knights.”

“The two of us can do it, why bother?”

As the leader said that, the mace could not contain the embers and spewed out red flames. The embers were so enormous that they painted the sky where the light of dawn still remained.

“Come and add some sparkle. “If you don’t want to see me die before I see the saint’s son.”

Sancho let out a sigh-like voice, “Yes, yes,” and brought the sword to his mace.

The famous sword of the Knights that was to be given to Dawn in Gemini City added to the spark, and the embers flew beyond the alley where the monsters were flocking.

“Without the big guy, these things are nothing.”

The leader assured. It was the moment when the flames of hatred towards the Earth bloomed to save Asha.

***

Huh.

Ekemo swallowed his breath and opened his eyes. Although he was still unconscious, he instinctively got up from the ground.

From a distance, a sea breeze filled with a fishy and salty smell blew. He felt dizzy, stumbled, and sat down again.

“Ekemo.”

When I turned my head toward the now familiar voice, I saw a beautiful, yet confusing scene.

A quiet city with no one wandering around, in front of an unknown beach.

In that city where sand trickled down between old buildings, a boy was looking down at him.

“Are you coming to your senses now?”

He couldn’t answer right away. That’s why the boy’s outfit was so absurd. Yellow cleaning uniforms, dirty fluorescent vests, and even cleaning tools?

“… “You were really a cleaner?”

Before the boy could answer, Ekemo placed his foot on the floor and muttered.

“How can a single cleaner… Such divinity… No, the image… It can’t be a lie… ”

Dawn, who had no idea there was a point of surprise, waited quietly until he came to his senses.

How many minutes had passed? Ekemo suddenly got up from his seat.

“It doesn’t matter what you are. “You must die.”

As he said that, his hands had turned into hideous monster hands, just like Karenin’s. A murderous expression was reflected above the flashing claws.

“I will retrieve the portal you destroyed and the mana of the magic tower you stole!”

Dawn looked at him without saying a word, then asked, holding the trash tongs like a sword.

“Is that really what you think?”

“… what?”

“The most pitiful among slaves are those who do not know that they are slaves.”

“… .”

“And now you are just such a slave. Isn’t it? “Slave of fate.”

Ekemo looked with a straight face.

“who… Who is a slave? I am the owner. “I am the master who will put an end to this cursed note!”

The last voice was almost like a scream. A bloody claw fell towards Dawn’s head.

Dawn stepped slightly to the left, gathered up the garbage tongs, and stabbed Ekemo between his chest and armpit. If it had been her sword, the attack would have cut off her upper body.

He flinched in shock, but continued to wave his hands. The sharp sound of wind followed the flashing fingernails, and several strands of Dawn’s black hair broke off and fluttered through the images.

Yes, Ekemo in the image was strong. His movements were closer to those of a monster than a wizard, and he unilaterally attacked Dawn, who was only holding a garbage tong.

However, the moment Dawn changed her stance and went on the offensive.

The positions of the two were reversed.

As the garbage grabber dug in between its claws and started pounding on its body, Ekemo had no choice but to step back.

“You son of a bitch, where are you kidding?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Ekemo screamed and raised his body. She didn’t need mana.

Because here, imagery and the power of the mind were everything.

[I’ll kill you!]

He vomited black mucus and grew in size, just like he did in real life.

thud! thud! In an instant, he regained his demon lord’s body and rushed towards Dawn, striking her with both hands.

However, Dawn stood still even as a huge shadow covered her face, and then stretched out her hand toward his fist.

and… hook!

Ekemo, who felt something sucking his hand, immediately withdrew his hand and stepped back.

He glared at Dawn with a surprised face, but Dawn just licked her lips and squeezed her hands.

[What the heck was that just now… ?]

Ekemo, who was speechless, felt a strange feeling and raised both hands. For a moment he looked down at his hands made of slime.

With a crunching sound, the slime lost its viscosity and began to spill onto the floor.

[this… what… ?]

When he looked down at his body, the mucus all over his body had already lost its strength and was collapsing.

“Wow!”

Ekemo fell to his knees, vomiting mucus. At the same time, the mucus that made up his body poured out onto the floor and covered his body.

What on earth did they do? divinity? The Mana of the Magic Tower? No, this is just a mental picture.

His expression became blank as he looked up at Dawn to find an answer.

All the slime he poured out towards the dawn… No, precisely because it was being ‘sucked’ towards his right hand.

However, just as the slime reached his body, Dawn lightly waved her hand and turned off the pulling force.

“As expected, even if it’s just a mental image, it’s still difficult.”

After mumbling that, Dawn approached Ekemo. Having lost the last of his stamina to move his body, he barely raised his head to meet his eyes.

“me… Leave it… Practice… “You did it?”

“It’s been a long time since I fell into a mental state without realizing it. Now that we have the opportunity, we should use it wisely.”

“… .”

“Ah, don’t be too angry though. “I did this because I hoped that they would realize it, not just me.”

Do you realize? What? As Ekemo furrowed his brows, Dawn added.

“That you are a slave to fate.”

“I am… Slaves… no.”

Ekemo spoke, forcing his stiffening vocal cords to move. Then Dawn searched his arms with a sullen face.

“You live with these things, and you often say things like that.”

what? Eke Mo frowned as she looked at the letter in her hand. It was the letter she found on her teacher’s bookshelf.

A letter sent by my past self as a demon king.

Why is that thing coming out of my arms? Ekemo said, swallowing her doubts.

“Well, anyway… “Is that right?”

“… Are you really not noticing anything strange? “Isn’t this still whispering?”

Ekemo glared at him instead of answering. There was nothing strange. What is strange about the advice the letter gives?

『Kill.』

The burnt letter whispered. Ekemo willingly squeezed out every last drop of his spirit and rushed at Dawn.

puck! Dawn kicked Ekemo in the face. In his hand, which was rolling on the floor, was a letter he had managed to snatch.

“Do, help… .”

Ekemo begged the letter for help. As always, the letter willingly revealed memories of the past.

In countless cycles, countless defeats he suffered.

It was also a memory containing countless lessons. Ekemo rolled his eyes, wondering if there was any way to overcome this situation.

but… Couldn’t find it. There were scenes where he fought an image battle with the main character and lost, and often won, but there was never a case where the difference was overcome to this extent.

I’ve never been defeated by a cleaner.

The moment he was embarrassed, he grabbed the letter one more time to find another answer.

Dawn approached him before he knew it and snatched the letter from his hand.

And without mercy, he tore up the letter and threw it on the floor… I didn’t support it and put it in a nearby trash can.

“W-what did you do… .”

As he trembled at the end of his sentence as he watched Yeo-myeong open her hand with a thud, Yeo-myeong answered.

“Just because it shows me memories from the past, how can I be sure it was from you?”

“… what?”

“Right now in America, we have one governor. Of all the people I know, he is the closest to the devil. also… There were dwarves who would willingly become demon lords in order to kill communists. But none of them have ever received a letter like this.”

“… .”

“If you become a demon lord, you can send your memories to the next time zone… “Is that really true?”

Before you could ask how he knew that, Dawn pointed behind him.

When he followed the finger and turned his head, he saw someone standing behind him.

A being that looks somewhat haggard, but overall has the same face as him.

That was Ekemo himself, who often appeared in past memories. Why is my past self suddenly in my mind?

As if to answer his question, Ekemo from the past opened his mouth.

『How did you notice?』

A voice that whines through the entire image like Mignium. Dawn answered, picking up a piece of glass from her trash can.

“… “It’s not been a day or two since I’ve had a foreign object like you in my mind.”

『Foreign substance? You’re crazy about just one note.』

Instead of answering, Dawn threw a piece of glass. Deep! The piece was embedded in his forehead so deeply that it was invisible, but he did not even lift his head.

Instead, its skin flaked off, revealing its true form hidden beneath.

Scattered white hair, a long beard, pupil-like eyes, hollow eyelids, and a skinny body.

He was a man so old that he could hardly be considered alive.

“who… ?”

Whether Ekemo was surprised or not, he appeared and walked steadily towards the dawn. And the moment the distance narrowed, he stretched out his hand.

『Originally, I was planning to observe more, but… I can’t tolerate any more dissonance than this.』

Dawn, who felt a strange ominous feeling in the approaching hand, immediately pulled out her sword and swung it.

But the sword passed right through the man. Just like when I cut down the Margrave’s Gajeon martial arts.

“!”

Dawn swallowed her surprise and retrieved the sword. The elegantly curved blade aimed at his neck, but this time he passed the sword through and grabbed Dawn by the collar.

… I tried to catch it.

However, the moment his hand touched Dawn’s body, two lights blocked his hand at the same time.

Puzzle!

The red light emanating from the Red Flag Medal, and the sacred sunlight emanating from Dawn’s head.

『?!』

This time it was the old man’s turn to be surprised. He looked at the two lights and the dawn alternately with empty eyes.

『These two lights… It is a light that can never be together. Wasn’t religion the opiate of the people? What are you?』

Dawn glanced at the Red Flag medal shining on her chest, then answered, picking up a garbage tong instead of a sword.

“Dung beetle. Cleaner.”

『Cleaning worker… ? Then it’s not impossible.』

That’s what he said, but the old man tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.

『Why are you telling me this so easily? If you answer, do you think I will also answer honestly?』

“No, I don’t think so. There is no need to hear what your identity is. however… “It’s okay to answer anything to someone who’s going to die soon, right?”

Then the old man laughed absurdly.

『Children, do you know that this place is your image and that everything is yours? Your 4,000 years are nothing to me-』

The guy’s words didn’t go on any longer. The next moment, the area underneath the guy’s feet opened up and swallowed him up.

The darkness hidden by the black slime that dripped onto the floor.

The old man was dragged into the darkness, leaving nothing behind except the sound of something being crushed and breaking.

Ekemo looked at the scene blankly, and Dawn waited with her arms crossed for a moment.

A faint laugh could be heard from beneath the image.

『One foolish round trip ticket… .』

『I will gladly accept the offering you have prepared. My chosen one.』