Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 317

The Great Mage Transcends by Returning Chapter 317

The past is a cruel law.

Especially if it’s an apostle that has existed for a long time, the countless shovels from the past will come back like a boomerang.

Not to mention the set too.

[…] … It will turn, really.]

Set covered his face and looked at his past, repeating shoveling.

In fact, even from a third person’s point of view, it’s pathetic.

How would such a past look in your eyes?

Still the past set was diligently crawling on the ground.

… … Is that a sadado or a looper?

[Let’s just pretend we don’t know. Please.]

“Hmm.”

Well, it wouldn’t be bad to keep watching the ugliness of the set in the past, but let’s get over it for now.

This is part of the ordeal.

You may not have as much time as you think.

Besides, the fact that the set is here right now is not simply ridiculous.

Set is here… … .

“Do you remember this time? what happened?”

First of all, there is a high possibility that Set is also related to this ordeal.

At my words, Set shook his head.

[Hmm, it wouldn’t be that great. In the first place, there was a lot of work to do at this time, so the apostles stuck together. I was no exception.]

Set continued in a bitter voice.

[…] … Plus, at this point, I’ve been pretty out of line within the Round Table. So it was only near Shabti, which was relatively tolerant of me. Nothing else happened.]

“So that’s why it looks like that.”

It means that there is no information to save Set.

“Then it’s just a simple background with nothing in it.”

[No, but it’s a bit… … Do you think such an insincere term hurts? kinda… … .]

“Your past is background 1, but you are not background 1 now.”

[That’s right.]

“Let’s go roughly like that. I don’t care if you used to be a looper or a street slug somewhere. What kind of past do you have?”

[…] … You turn it around quietly?]

Set muttered in a choking voice as he poked my cheek.

Whatever.

‘It was roughly that kind of atmosphere.’

The time period is probably the time when the apostles somehow managed the chaotic world after Asar’s death.

If so… … .

“Do you know what exactly Solomon was doing at the time of the set?”

[…] … Did you notice something?]

“No, not that. If my ancestors met their end here, there would have been a reason for that, so I wonder if there was something to do with it.”

[hmm… … .]

Set tilted his head.

[If it’s Solomon, not me… … I think I completely cut ties with us around this time… … .]

“Are you sure?”

[…] … Isn’t that so?]

Set tilted his head with a very ambiguous expression.

[But from Solomon’s point of view, I don’t think he really wanted to get involved with us. What we regretted after realizing the truth in the first place… … It happened after a while.]

“Hmm.”

The apostles did not welcome Solomon’s presence.

To be precise, would it be more accurate to say that he did not believe in the ‘demon blood’ flowing through Solomon’s body?

Solomon was cast out.

After that, he must have wandered around the world and found a way to deal with the Demon God in his own way.

And in the process, he created Walpurgis and settled in the empire.

“I think the founder would have greatly resented the apostle.”

“Okay.”

Remegeton took my word for it.

“The Creator wasn’t really like that. Well, in a sense, you could say that the relationship between the Creator and the Apostle was worse than that.”

“… … Was it bad?”

“Isn’t resentment something that requires ‘feelings’? For the bad or for the good.”

“yes.”

“But it wasn’t there.”

Lemegeton looked quietly toward the set.

Reflexively, Set flinched.

Seeing that, Remegeton let out a cold smile.

“The Creator stopped expecting anything from the Apostle. And the conflict never went away. The apostles were all stuffed in the tomb before I could do anything.”

“… … Is this how it ended?”

without understanding each other.

Without solving anything, forever like that… … .

but.

“If that happens, the premise that Solomon met the ‘end’ here in the first place will be incomprehensible.”

“… … .”

If so, the ‘premise’ that Solomon went to this tomb is denied.

At my words, Remegeton said with a complicated expression.

“… … I’m also curious about that, so I’m just quietly following me. Because I don’t know.”

“… … .”

“Why did my creator volunteer to find that damned apostle… … I’m also very confused because I feel like the common sense I’ve been thinking of up until now is denied, right?”

Remegeton grimaced as if he was quite confused.

“Why the hell does the Creator have to spend his last time here… … .”

“That’s it, you’ll know when you go.”

Neither I nor Remegeton know the exact circumstances.

If so, is there only one more way?

I remembered something about Shabti beyond this forest.

here is the past

It is also the age of mythology.

You won’t be able to find the last traces of the founder here right now.

But what about intuition?

‘Maybe we can find an important clue here.’

It’s not just the end of Sijo.

The imperfect god-slaughter that the ‘remnant’ of the founder delivered to me that day.

Maybe you can figure out the rest of it.

And even for that… … .

‘… … I have to move on.’

until it becomes

“… … ah.”

Come to think of it, I didn’t ask the most important thing.

On the way to Shabti, I asked Set.

“Come to think of it, what is Shabti doing at this point?”

[Ah what is that… … .]

said Set as if he remembered.

[You must be overusing yourself.]

“… … hmm?”

[Shabti was particularly obsessed with ‘duty’ among the apostles.]

“It is a duty.”

I looked around.

Indeed, this spacious space reproduced the mythical age itself.

Of course, unlike the pseudo-reality that the twins created, it’s just a reproduction, but that’s not what’s important.

What’s important is… … .

‘That it’s being repeated.’

All space and time in this area are repeated over and over again with a certain ‘cycle’.

I don’t know what the standard of repetition is right now, but Shabti, the guardian of this tomb, must have continued this ‘repetition’ endlessly.

Yes, under the weight of duty.

endlessly… … .

Looking roughly at the flow of this area, Shabti wouldn’t even be aware that the situation was repeating itself.

“Fatigue is cumulative.”

Not recognizing does not mean that there is no damage to the soul.

[…] … Fatigue?]

“No, I’m talking to myself.”

Of course, I don’t worry too much because the existence of an apostle doesn’t have a fair amount of mental power, but… … .

For once though.

‘… … I need to think of a contingency plan.’

Because no one knows what will happen.

* * *

“Ugh um… … .”

When I put my hand on my wrinkled forehead, I felt dizzy.

Fatigue.

Now the old man was feeling more tired than ever.

“more… … Do it.”

The old man’s name is Shabti.

He is a member of the 13 apostles left behind by a god who no longer exists.

He was doing his best not to make the god’s sacrifice worthless.

But recently… … what to say

I feel a strange sense of discomfort. To put it bluntly, it might be close to mental exhaustion.

The problem is that the identity of this fatigue is unknown.

furthermore.

‘Somehow I’m used to it.’

Everything he does is strangely not like the first time.

However, he soon shook off that momentary discomfort.

There are still too many things left to pay attention to such trivial things.

“… … It really never ends.”

God’s death changed many things.

God can no longer directly intervene in this world.

If there is an exception, it’s about Hekau.

However, she also seemed to have no intention of actively intervening in world affairs.

Then, what is left is for the apostles.

It is only their own atonement for leaving him without fully understanding his will.

“… … crime.”

sticky!

Shabti grabbed her head from a momentary gnawing headache.

sick.

The shock was so great that I even momentarily lost my sense of balance.

In a normal case, you should have felt ‘abnormal’ right away and prepared a countermeasure.

but.

“It’s nothing.”

Shabti erased the agony from his mind in an instant, to the extent that it even seemed contrived.

Then, focus on work again.

There are many things to do today.

In order not to make his will in vain, perfect ‘free will’ was given to mankind… … .

“… … free will.”

At that moment, someone naturally popped into his mind.

The heinous bloodline.

Solomon.

Perhaps an existence that might break the meaning he so longed for.

“What should I do with him… … .”

It was a time when I was so worried.

“Shabti.”

I heard that even a tiger will come if you say it.

I heard the voice of the cause of the problem I was thinking about.

Shabti frowned.

“… … I have nothing more to say, Solomon.”

“Please think again.”

A sneer crept across Shabti’s lips at those words.

yet again? It’s not even a funny story.

“You mean the realization of < Longinus >? Powering the weapon you made him?”

“He will come back. Then you should be ready. We too will kill God… … .”

“It doesn’t matter what thoughts you have.”

Shabti continued with a determined expression.

“No, we do not believe in the blood that flows through you. Aren’t you born with his blood so thick that even those demon lords can’t compare?”

“… … .”

“Even if your will is right, there is no guarantee that the blood will not entangle you at the critical moment.”

In addition, the ‘method’ brought by this Solomon was also a problem.

It will be a research that requires a lot of time and support in itself, but the most important thing is… … .

“What you’re trying to do now is no different from breaking down the boundary between gods and humans.”

“… … .”

“Immortality and Mortality. A study that might obliterate the distinction between the two and distort the order of the world. Worst case… … It might even give birth to another crazy god.”

Shabti thought her words were valid.

If it wasn’t reasonable in the first place, that Solomon wouldn’t be able to stay still like that.

“Once again, we cannot fully trust you.”

“After all, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Solomon’s face twisted.

“You guys are not going to accept it because ‘I’ proposed this theory. That’s why you’re not even willing to accept the possibility of dealing with him!”

“… … .”

Shabti’s eyebrows twitched.

It is a theory.

However, since it was a theory, Shabti reacted reflexively.

“I will not deny it!”

“… … !”

Shabti glared at Solomon with bloodshot eyes and said.

“But it’s not like we didn’t plan anything! According to his instructions, we made arrangements and decided to sacrifice ourselves! soon… … .”

“That’s not enough! He has been cast out, but the demons who have received his will are alive and well! I will continue to infiltrate this world and lead the world into chaos! Even for that, my suggestion… … !”

“furthermore.”

Shabti’s eyes glared at Solomon sharply.

“If that power is perfected through our cooperation, how can we believe that it will not be used for ‘other purposes’?”

“… … !”

Eventually it goes back to square one.

No matter how valid Solomon’s proposal is, can we believe in the existence of Solomon?

After completing the theory he created, there is no guarantee that the ‘theory’ will not be abused.

If Solomon wants to use it to rise to the level of a god himself… … It’s no different from the beginning of another catastrophe.

At those words, Solomon’s shoulders trembled.

He opened his mouth without hiding his miserable feelings.

“… … You will regret it.”

“I bet you won’t.”

“ha ha ha… … .”

Solomon’s laugh, which seemed futile, stopped in an instant.

“… … Yes, it’s my fault for expecting something different when I knew right away that the reason you distrusted me was that fucking jealousy.”

“Be careful with your words.”

“careful?”

A cold smile crept across Solomon’s lips.

“Then I will do it. I didn’t need any help from the start.”

After saying that, he disappeared from Shabti’s presence.

“… … .”

Shabti stared at Solomon’s spot for a while, then shook her head and turned away.

There is a lot to do.

He had no time to worry about such ‘little things’.

But why?

“… … Damn it.”

I can’t get my hands on what I need to focus on.

Somehow, I have a feeling that sooner or later I will greatly regret this decision.

why?

I do not know. This kind of thinking is not rational at all.

He always makes the best choice to make His will come true… … .

… … really?

sticky.

At that moment, without realizing it, he grabbed his head again.

A reflection on yourself.

No answer came out.

It’s just the awkwardness that entangles him.

He staggered outside, clutching his head.

It’ll get better if you get some fresh air.

The moment I went out with that thought.

“… … Solomon?”

‘Solomon’, who had hidden his appearance vomiting anger at himself earlier, was standing in front of him.

The outfit was different, but obviously… … .

‘no.’

But Shabti is an apostle.

No matter how recently unknown tiredness had overtaken him, it could not cover even his sharp intuition.

“Who are you?”

A being similar to Solomon, but not Solomon.

Especially, what those red eyes mean… … !

‘A piece of him!’

Jureuk.

A cold sweat broke out.

Possibly a piece of someone other than Solomon.

If so, the reason why he appeared in front of him now is clear.

He thinks so and gathers his strength to attack at any time… … .

“Ah… … .”

But then, an unexpected reaction came from the opponent.

Didn’t he stop suddenly and grab my right arm?

“Be patient. The Walpurgis in me… … .”

“… … .”

“Violence… … It’s not a skill!”

“… … .”

What is it? What are we going to do?

‘Was he just a madman?’

At first, it seemed clear that he was a non-normal human being.