Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 310

The Grand Mage who transcends by returning Chapter 310

is broken.

No, rather than demolition, the expression ‘demolition’ might be more accurate.

Thoroughly strategic, he was destroying only the things Ammut cherished.

“Ahhh! Not my bed!”

“Yes, I will break it.”

Kwajik!

Ammut’s big eyes trembled violently when he saw the bed crushed terribly under the weight of the staff.

It was a gruesome sight.

The old memories that remained in her mind naturally came to mind.

– Ehehe You’ll be able to hold on for the next thousand years, right?

– and! I finally got my own luxury bed!

… … It was a work of conversion created through a lot of trial and error.

An invincible bed that maintains its softness even after thousands of years and never rots or collapses!

I’m sure it must have been… … .

“Ughhh!”

It’s broken.

thousands of years… … The history of good sleep is now over.

Tears of sorrow flowed from Ammut’s eyes.

How can people be so cruel?

“What are you! What!”

“Warrior.”

“Are you recruiting a hero without even looking at his personality these days?! What kind of behavior is this for a petit bourgeois like me!”

Ammut cried out sadly.

But, unfortunately, Mikhail was not someone the girl’s tears could relate to… … .

Wedge!

The staff slammed into Ammut like an arrow and slammed into her right side.

Kwajik!

“Hee hee hee?!”

Ammut shuddered and frantically looked at the staff who was pinned next to her face.

Mikhail standing in a throwing stance with his head down.

Bright red eyes gleamed from between his face, which was hidden by his bangs.

“Whose power is the reason why you can be here now?”

“Ah Asar… … ?”

“And what did Asar tell you to do?”

At those words, Ammut’s body stiffened.

She frowned and looked at Mikhail before finally speaking.

“Sacrifice to the deserving person… … .”

“But what are you doing now?”

Her bright red eyes flashed menacingly, as if refusing to give any way to escape.

Tears welled up in Ammut’s eyes.

I can’t imagine that I, as an apostle, would be overwhelmed by a mortal like this!

‘Ah no, he’s a human?!’

Doesn’t look like a human!

Wherever you look, you’re a human! How can any human in the world forcefully open the door of the tomb and come inside, no matter how open it is!

“Ugh… … this… … !”

“What kind of apostle is doing this while living in a corner of a room?”

“Uh uh… … .”

“Pak, just.”

With those words, Mikhail stretched out his hand.

Then, the staff stuck in the wall was simply sucked into the hand as if it had been there from the beginning.

Ammut trembled with fear.

Even if you look at cancer, you are not a warrior.

Not even a wizard.

Isn’t that just a regular bard that you often see on the streets?

“… … I also needed time to heal the pain I felt in the past?! Is there a reason?!”

“I have a reason to demolish this place too! why do you only think Throw away the arrogance that the world revolves around you! That’s bad!”

“… … !”

At that moment, Ammut had a hunch.

This kid… … You’re not a talkative bastard! No matter what he says, he will use all kinds of sophistry to win!

“I hate poetry! I hate to work! I’ll just sleep in my room! I’ll give you something new, so you know… … !”

“How long are you going to do that?”

“Are you coming out soon? You don’t know, but I’m doing this while running my own simulation in the corner of the room! I myself… … .”

“I told you until when?”

“Ha, if you wait 3,000 years… … .”

Ammut wiggled his fingers and said so.

And on Mikhail’s forehead as he stared at her like that.

“under.”

Quick.

Big and beautiful tendons sprouted.

* * *

Surprisingly, I am tolerant of people who say that they are trashy in the corner of the room.

Why?

I did too.

In my pitiful days, I always locked myself in my room, avoiding learning magic, and avoiding my father.

I was afraid then.

I was afraid of the reality of having to do something, and the fact that I had to live up to the expectations of others weighed heavily on my shoulders.

It was painful to realize the weight of it, so I avoided everything and lived each day unseemly… … .

Eventually, it reached a catastrophe.

Ammit now sees me at that time.

I was infinitely afraid and avoided everything.

So, I tried to understand.

Quite docile… …

[Did the benevolent treatment smash the locked door and break in?]

“Why didn’t you demolish the door of the building that was supposed to be demolished anyway?”

[…] … .]

The set stared at me for a moment with a face full of energy.

But, in an instant, she turned her gaze back to Ammut… … .

[…] … Well, in this case, I think it needs to be demolished.]

Eventually, I was convinced.

After Seth’s tacit agreement, I started destroying the surroundings by swinging my staff like I was possessed.

No matter how much Asar’s protection reached the tomb, it couldn’t be helped.

Because I have the power of ‘extinction’.

It wasn’t that difficult to use it in this way after I realized my godhood in the first place.

“Why don’t you take a break!”

At that time, Ammut continued to shout like a herd.

“I wish Asar existed in the first place! If you didn’t give up on immortality and continued… … !”

At that, I stopped swinging my staff for a moment and looked towards Ammut.

An apostle weeping while holding back tears.

what would be hard

It’s because the indolent himself hid himself because he was suffering from even resenting himself.

After all, this is nothing but a refuge.

You can’t know that yourself.

but.

“So you’re going to say the same thing after repeating it for a thousand more years?”

“He is a god… … .”

“You’re thinking of just believing in and following God without thinking about doing anything yourself?”

I frowned.

The ‘Asar’ I met was clearly a transcendent being.

He predicted the situation thousands of years from now and had the insight to have prepared help accordingly.

but nonetheless.

“I bet you don’t know how selfish that is.”

“… … .”

Ammut could not answer my words.

It’s not something I can’t understand at all. To the apostle, Asar is not just a leader.

He was a parent, lord, and teacher all his life.

To them, Asar is a being of incomparable value.

Parents are everything to a child.

It has nothing to do with the world itself.

Then, for Ammut, the loss of the existence of Asar would have been the same as the loss of the world.

Perhaps, at that moment, the reality surrounding her was shattered.

but.

“That’s why I chose it.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“Because everyone, you and I, only called our own names and had no freedom or will in their beliefs.”

I remember the scenery Asar saw.

At the same time, I know how much he was concerned about it and how much he was worried.

This is what he was worried about now.

He didn’t want to be accepted as ‘all’ by his creatures.

Rather, this is what the god of drink wanted.

Creatures wholly indulging in blind reverence for their Creator.

What the Demon God wanted from the creatures was not something like free will.

Asar was the only one who wanted him to be with him with an ‘equal gaze’.

There the tragedy began.

Asar must have wanted me to lift his shadow after all.

Because of that.

“Containing himself in something like this is what Asar was most wary of, Ammut.”

I said that and smashed the surroundings again as soon as I shut up.

The space that should have been Ammut’s resting place is shattered in my hands.

“Ha don’t… … !”

“refuse.”

Ammut’s power poses no threat to me.

The reason is simple. There is no way that an apostle who has been plagued by indolence for such a long time will be able to suddenly exert his proper power.

She turned her head hastily.

“Three sets! you were there! dry it! Anyway, this… … !”

[…] … I’m sorry.]

Set also quietly shook his head along with those words.

She also judged that my response was correct.

It may seem a bit radical and resolute, but it’s clear that this is necessary.

‘Being stuck in the past is a bad thing for yourself and others.’

Especially if it’s an apostle.

– Of course, the contractor doesn’t break it without thinking.

Weiss said with interest.

It’s what the guy said.

In the first place, this is a ‘grave’. It means that it cannot simply be Ammut’s bedroom.

I destroyed everything she thought was a safe haven.

Break and break again… … .

The sanctuary she knew was thorough enough to leave no trace.

And how much was it?

Inside the completely destroyed room, a ‘gap’ could be seen between the broken pieces of furniture.

Shall we call it a crack?

“Wait a minute!”

Seeing this, Ammut’s face turned pale.

Like a child caught doing something wrong, she shouted, covering the gap with her body.

“W There’s nothing here! It just looks a little suspicious, but nothing else… … .”

“That is for me to judge. Or can you stop me now with your power?”

Could you, who was soaked in indolence, stop a being with a divine power?

I looked at her with those eyes.

Ammut’s eyes trembled.

would like to block

I want to stay like this forever Because it’s comfortable.

Because there is no need to worry.

However, if it is clear that the rest is only a facade, it means nothing. It’s not rest, it’s self-deception.

The trembling shoulders subsided.

“… … Why don’t you run away?”

“I mean.”

What’s so bad about running away? Isn’t everyone going to have that kind of experience at least once?

But what should I say… … .

“But you ran away a lot.”

I think this is enough.

It is impossible to sit still forever.

I can’t get a man twisted to get this guy up in such a great way.

Even if it’s rough, I have no choice but to do it my way.

“And I’m sure no one ever told you to ‘Stand up’. You may have intended it yourself.”

“… … .”

“So I play that role. Rejection is not accepted. That’s what I came here with in mind from the beginning.”

Recklessly and arbitrarily.

Sometimes, even when that’s the case, it’s necessary.

Of course, I don’t think that Ammut’s thoughts will change in an instant.

“… … No matter what I do, I will just do what I want to do?”

“Yeah, just like you did before.”

Like you, who fell asleep running away from duty as he pleased, no matter what the outside world was like.

And what to say to such an apostle is decided in the end.

“Go out and think.”

First of all, wouldn’t it be possible to stand at the starting point?

At my words, Ammut stared blankly at me.

The eyes flickered for a moment.

Whatever she does won’t stop me anyway.

I’ve already grown to the point where I can’t even do anything about the ordeal.

clogged up.

But I will affirm even the anguish and despair she feels now. It’s embarrassing, but it doesn’t matter.

If it’s necessary, I’ll be able to pamper you.

“… … Do whatever you feel like.”

Ammut stood quietly away from me, head bowed.

yes, do whatever you want

I entered the ‘gap’ without hesitation.

Fire!

Then the scenery changed in an instant. The light flashed and filled the surroundings… … .

[…] … hmm? Haven’t you heard of a space like this?]

What spreads out in front of you is a meadow.

It was a meadow with an endless horizon without even that common tree.

“I guess so.”

Apostles do not share ‘all information’ with each other.

In particular, since Ammut immediately chose to go into hiding, there was even less information shared.

I walked slowly.

Now, the act of ‘walking’ itself will have meaning.

“Ammut was silent. Clearly, the underlying idea was that I didn’t want to pay attention to ‘outside things’, but… … .”

In a way, it would be safe to say that he was protecting something great enough to hide like that.

It’s a big burden to the extent that I forsake my duty as an apostle… … .

And that’s why he hid.

under the ground.

Without allowing anyone’s touch, it was a really long time as if a mouse had died.

Rest is the reason for being ‘Ammut’.

Then, what is the reason for being an ‘apostle’?

And at the end of that walk.

Ugh.

There was a red jewel.

the moment you saw it.

– … … her.

Weiss sighed.

[…] … Ah.]

Set was agitated.

That was enough for the two of them to react that way.

“In the set world, the dragon’s heart has a high name. Although it comes by itself, it dramatically increases the amount of mana.”

[…] … Uh yes.]

“Then… … .”

Slowly and carefully, I touched the red jewel in front of my eyes.

It was still beating.

like a real heart.

“What kind of potential does the heart of God really have?”

The core of the remains.

At last Asar’s heart appeared before me.