Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 168
The gray fighter (4)
found it difficult to open his mouth and quietly expressed his doubts with his eyes. Felber, who was looking down with a serious face, shook his head and said.
“At the end of the funeral, you suddenly collapsed. My whole body was crushed and I was practically a corpse. Time couldn’t be turned back, and Lucia’s divine power barely worked. I think I survived because of the dragon’s regenerative ability…”
“…Cough, so?”
“To put it briefly, by normal human standards, you have died and come back to life about fifty times.”
“Chinggu. dead. My whole body was crushed. But he survived. And then he died again. “I lived and died like that for an hour.”
Warchief Tarum helped Felver.
Judging by the way he spoke a little more stupidly than usual, it seemed like they were quite surprised.
[It’s an uninvited guest who intruded into the territory, so it’s full of strange things. Judging from the mention of the well in the sky, it seems like it doesn’t even exist in this timeline… Anyway, I borrowed the heart for a while. If things continued like this, it was obvious that I would die even if I won the fight.]
‘Are you saying I won?’
[then. I won. The damage to your body was eight percent your own doing. Rather, I would like to ask this question. I know that his final blow is a force that is difficult to deal with without risking death, but did you really intend to burn your own life?]
‘…….’
[Well… if I may say so, it was an impressive act. Yes. Because the other person couldn’t even leave behind a bone fragment.]
Beyond the image, Jeokchang muttered with a bit of reproach. Now I felt like I was getting a picture of the situation in my head.
The fight for territory was his victory.
I don’t know exactly how they won, but anyway, it was clear that they were the ones who survived the final clash.
The only problem is that, in addition to the aftermath of the clash, the reaction from the final blow hit the physical body of reality as an aftereffect.
When you think about it again, it’s not that surprising.
The image that forms the basis of the final blow is the memory of the fist blow that first brought out the power of the realm a long time ago.
The power that tore the Great Apostle’s body into pieces without the help of any skill had also crushed his own body at the time.
‘No matter how much it is… I didn’t know that it would almost be thrown away.’
At the time, it was a reaction that ended in shattering one arm and causing moderate damage to the five internal organs.
Of course, from the perspective of the general public, he was no different from being on the verge of death, but at least he was not at the level he is now.
‘…but. ‘Because I saw the mountain peak flying away at the last moment.’
With such destructive power, it was a miracle that even the strongest body could withstand it.
If it weren’t for the regenerative power of the full dragon blood based on the dragon heart, and if it weren’t for the intervention of its original owner, Jeok Chang, it wouldn’t be surprising if he were in the other world by now.
Anyway, according to Jeokchang’s story, his victory was correct, so now it’s time to reclaim his strength and ask the questions he was curious about…
“…Wait. Corpse… what about the body?”
“A corpse? If you’re talking about the funeral, it was already over a long time ago…”
A sudden thought struck Dallon, and he turned his head to where the ashen body was.
And that was the moment when my eyes landed on the spot where the gray warrior delivered the final blow next to the stone tomb of the great ancestors.
[The body of the gray warrior has been recovered. Abilities are inherited.]
[Inheritance Reward: Strength +4, Prowess +3, Stamina +2, Senses +3, Intelligence +1, Magic Power +2, Gray Name (Unique), Gray Projection (Unique)]
My whole body is filled with notification windows that are lined up in lengths I have never seen before. A wave of light powder pouring down as if to hit.
A ray of light several times larger than usual permeated my entire body, and at the same time, an enormous amount of power rose from deep within me.
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Kkukdeukdeukdeuk…!
Muscles throughout the body are rearranged at the fiber level.
All my senses are suddenly turned upside down and then corrected.
Magical power boiling in the blood vessels flowing with dragon blood and a strange sense of omnipotence tingling from the fingertips.
Even after making up for all the feelings of exhaustion, my breathing becomes rough due to the stimulation that is so overwhelming that I feel dizzy from the unknown force rushing through my whole body.
This was the moment when Lucia, who was surprised that her condition would worsen again, hurriedly raised her sacred power and radiated light from her sacred tattoo.
“Dallen, it’s okay…!”
“wait. “Leave it alone.”
It was none other than Felber who noticed the abnormality the first.
The old man who stopped Lucia chuckled lowly and looked at Dallen with interesting eyes.
“I don’t know exactly what’s going on… but it seems like I’ve gained a new understanding.”
New realization.
There was no more accurate expression than that.
As the body changes with explosively increased abilities, knowledge of the unique skills achieved by a martial artist who has reached the peak flows into his head.
A body that was on the verge of death can recover literally in an instant.
However, before he could adjust to his revived body, a strong will grabbed his consciousness and forced him to look inward.
Rumbling….
A scene of dark red clouds filling the sky and an area lined with dozens of peaks rising as if piercing the dark clouds.
Among them, only two peaks had their upper parts missing, as if they had been blown off with a hammer.
The battlefield where Dallen and the gray warrior fought was the wide open land between the two peaks.
As soon as I focused my gaze on the ground, which had clear signs of destruction here and there, the essence of the gray warrior’s imagination began to unfold clearly.
Chijijijijijik……!
It’s colored.
Gray light quickly spread over the earth and the sky, as if a bucket of paint had been spilled.
While the vast area was turning gray and white, a dramatic change was also taking place in Dallen’s mind.
‘…….’
Blurry scenes pass by.
A cabin on a snowy mountain where I first opened my eyes.
Ten years of mercenary life.
A time spent buried in the mountains, devoted to training for decades, and after experiencing hardships and hardships with the High Orcs, they were recognized as one of their own.
As I achieved great territory and rushed toward the end of nothingness, I felt so happy that the wealth and fame I once longed for seemed futile.
Until one day, a huge army of evil spirits invaded the mountain range and shattered all that daily life.
‘Kaaaaaaak!’
‘Dalver chingu! Please take care of my village…keeoeook!’
The warriors who were like family fell one by one.
‘…Dalver. I think that’s it for me.’
Even Warchief Thumpa, his teacher and indispensable friend, knelt down.
The stone tomb of the great ancestors secretly hidden behind the sanctuary. There, as he watched the warchief’s heart stop, Dalver was overcome by a sense of loss he had never felt before.
I was helpless.
And I was indignant.
He burned all his emotions as a sacrifice and struck the final blow against the demonic army that was attacking the valley.
Hundreds of monsters and ten demons were torn apart by the blow that went so far as to burn their lives.
Space collapsed, valleys collapsed, and even tall mountain peaks evaporated.
Still, it could not reach the evil spirit.
The attack that was erased by Sun’s sword strike only did enough to slightly crumple the guy’s armor.
‘Can you understand me now?’
As soon as I step out of the fighter’s main light, a faint voice is heard under the gray sky.
That was the residual thought left behind by the gray warrior.
The explosive emotions are all scattered in the face of death, and the voice of a fighter becomes dull.
Dallen thought for a moment and then shook his head heavily.
‘okay. ‘You won’t understand.’
“You won’t understand.”
‘…what?’
There is a doubt in the voice.
Although it was just a residual thought without substance or form, Dallon answered with sincerity.
“Because I’m going to cut Shun’s head.”
‘…Phew, that’s right.’
A long late answer. Shallow emotions pile up on top of the dry tone.
Soon, the gray colored earth and sky slowly began to blend into the snowy mountain scenery.
“…….”
It seeps in.
The pinnacle of nothingness built up over decades in the mountains.
The emotions contained in the strike that crushed the devil’s army at the last moment.
The gray-white area located at the corner of the snowy mountain became one with the existing area under Dallon’s will.
It was the legacy of a martial artist who twisted and crossed the gap, one of the core elements of nothingness, and ultimately crushed the space itself.
‘I’ll leave it to you…’
A voice that seemed to have exhausted all its strength resounded through the gray-white sky and the earth.
A whisper that echoed hollowly between two mountain peaks with their tops blown off and then disappeared.
As I looked down at the gray land where the voice had disappeared, the dragon crouching on the cliff quietly raised its head.
[Was it someone special?]
Dallon tilted his head.
Be special. is it.
Although it was like an alter ego filled with affection, it was still a virtual character that we only saw on the other side of the monitor.
Nevertheless, is it because of the memory of the fighter that passed by like a flash of light that I feel the unknown fluctuation of emotions?
Memories of decades from the beginning to the end of a life that cannot be captured by dozens of hours of play on a 32-inch screen.
[I felt like there was something I wanted to ask the fighter.]
‘…there was.’
What is this world? Why did I fall here?
Why was it possible to recover the powers of so many characters? Where do they originally come from?
Numerous questions and unconfirmed guesses were still circling through my mind.
Dozens of bodies have been recovered so far, but Dallen has never forgotten a single one of them.
Even though the gray moments of death were faded, they still conveyed the emotions of the time.
This is not simply a fake death of a game character.
The last scene of a person living and breathing in the real world.
From the moment I realized that the game I was playing to kill time was someone’s life, the doubt that had crept into the back of my mind never went away for a single moment.
but.
‘It doesn’t matter. At least for now.’
Dallen chuckled and shook off his idle thoughts.
I gained new powers and possibilities, and equally experienced experiences.
This time, it was enough for me to see that there was peace in the weak whispers that echoed under the gray sky.
In the near future, there will be another opportunity to retrieve the bodies of transcendental people such as the Gray Fighter.
Any unanswered questions can be answered at that time.
‘Characters who have achieved great territory… I guess I’ll have to go find their bodies.’
Capture your thoughts and focus your inner gaze.
As I looked away from the realm and returned to reality, I felt more than ten pairs of worried gazes on me at the same time.
Warchief Tarum strode forward and held out his hand. He said.
“Are you okay?”
“As you can see, completely.”
“I know that there is a High Orc who gains enlightenment in the tomb of the Great Ancestor about once every thousand years.”
It’s a great election. Isn’t that guy a High Orc anyway?
Dallen chuckled as he stood up holding Tarum’s hand. I thought I knew what Tarum was thinking.
“…Dalen, are you perhaps a High Orc in disguise?”
“no. Don’t worry. And although I achieved enlightenment, it had nothing to do with your great ancestors.”
“Thank goodness.”
A soft sigh of relief.
He was a High Orc who was not used to hiding his emotions.
The High Orc Warchief is a position held by the most powerful warrior in the race for generations.
If Daelen, who showed the greatest activity in this civil war, was in fact a High Orc who was chosen by the Great Ancestor, he must have thought that his position might be in jeopardy.
“You are the warchief of the High Orcs. “You will do well.”
“Thank you.”
Dallen wasn’t particularly offended. Rather, he was just glad that the next warchief had a thirst for power.
Most High Orcs are so drunk with food and fighting that they can’t think about anything else.
In order to command this race, which is both a strong warrior and a stone-headed race, you must at least have the vision to know what the desire for power is.
The survival of the High Orcs was not just a matter of their race.
These races would also be of great help in the great war that would soon begin.
“The Great Ancestor is a great High Orc! His ax and sword are still protecting us!”
Was my confidence boosted by Dallan’s encouragement?
Dallen turned his head with a low laugh as he saw Tarum clenching his fists and shouting in front of the chieftains.
And found it.
A vaguely visible human image next to the stone tomb of the great ancestors.
“…….”
Race is human. He was similar in height to Dallon.
He is about 2 meters tall and his size is similar to that of him.
The man was holding a large ax in one hand and a long sword in the other.
It was neither a substance nor a spirit body.
It couldn’t have been a mystery or a fantasy. The man’s presence was faint but distinct.
“Old man. “What is that…”
As he asked Felber, trying not to take his eyes off the man, his black eyes looked at Dallen.
And in the next moment, his appearance disappeared as if washed away.
“huh? “What are you saying?”
“…no.”
Dallen frowned slightly. Warchief Tarum’s long speech was slowly coming to an end.
There was a lot of talk and a lot of trouble, but this was the end of the funeral.
It was time to go back.