Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 197
197
The Well of Yeokcheon (1)
Hwii……..
The fluttering snowflakes decorate the field of view. It was a snowstorm that seemed harsher than usual.
Snow piling up on a table for dismembering game. Icicles hanging from the top of a leather drying rack.
Pout.
The snow that is stepped on by leather shoes gives off a pleasant crunch. Dallen looked away from the familiar objects and lowered his head.
The dark red clouds covering the snowy mountain were the same as always. It sporadically spews fire and lightning, wriggles, and lets out a low animal howl.
However, if there is one difference, it would be the five-colored lightning that peeks through the dark clouds.
Dallen, looking up at the strange scene, scratched his chin as a habit.
“…Is it a dream?”
He clearly wasn’t meditating, and he probably spent his last moments sleeping in a bed at an inn.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, Dallan slowly traced his memories, starting with what happened right before he fell asleep.
The Northern War ended with the Tsarist victory.
Eclahim’s triple walls withstood the onslaught of tens of thousands of monsters and twice as many barbarians, and the devils who played a leading role in the invasion were expelled from the continent thanks to the activities of the Holy Knights and the Transcendents.
After a desperate struggle, the heroes defeated the two great demons who dropped the Sky Fortress, and the incarnation of Sun, who descended directly at the end of the battle, also disappeared.
Although it was a bloody victory full of unfortunate sacrifices, it was a victory anyway.
Because the word unfortunate sacrifice itself is a privilege that only the winner can use.
‘Four days have passed since then.’
Four days.
It was impossible to completely reconstruct the horrors of war, but it was enough time to sort out the immediate mess.
After winning the war, the Tsarist royal family released a mountain of relief supplies to the city. Naturally, small festivals were held throughout the city to commemorate the victory.
While the people were forgetting the fatigue from the battle with alcohol and excitement, the Sangvis Army and the bereaved families were collecting remains scattered across the battlefield.
The funeral was scheduled to be held three days later, a week after the end of the war, after fully enjoying the joy of victory.
“It’s time to get out of the room.”
Dallen only heard about it all, but could not see it with his own eyes.
The aftermath of the battle, which crossed the firing line several times, took a significant toll on the body, which was bleeding with dragon blood.
As a result, he spent four days in bed, resting well.
Outside the window, I listened to the joy of victory, the sadness of losing my family, the cries for the ruined foundation of my life, and the hope for reconstruction mixing together.
“…Tsk.”
Even though I know that all of this is a luxury that can be felt because I am certain that I will be able to see the sunlight of tomorrow.
Is it because of my mood that I feel an inexplicable bitterness rising in my throat?
It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time since I discovered the tombs of atonement left behind by a monster in the sewers of a labyrinth city.
Dallen played with his rough beard and opened the status window.
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Name: Dallon
Level: 40
[Strength: 56] [Skill: 51] [Stamina: 46]
[Sense: 50] [Intelligence: 54] [Magic Power: 54]
Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leaping (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Blade (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Bolt (D) Signet of the Curse (D) Rere Dao’s Secret Sword (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to the Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (D) Living Root ( D) Rapid Germination (D) Lulia’s Spring (C) Soul Siphon (B) Healing Prayer (D) Skadi’s Tide (B) Chasma’s Red Wind (B)
*Unique Skill (21)
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Finally reached level 40. Over twenty skills and an equal number of unique skills.
The status window, which was several times longer than the original, was proof of the possibilities that had been persistently collected, and the abilities that most of them were in their 50s were the basis for the potential to make those possibilities bloom.
The strong muscles could easily crush even the glottis. It was safe to say that the tough skin was as strong as that of a high-ranking monster.
His delicate senses and ability to recognize groups of people are such that he can penetrate even the traces of nothingness he has never seen before.
The potential of his intelligence and magical power was at a level where he could not only dig into the origins of quite a few magic techniques, but even recreate them on the spot.
A sense of omnipotence that was unimaginable back in the days when he was cutting monsters into pieces in the sewers and fighting to the death with a group of frogmen.
The distant realm of the 6th level was a place that could only be reached if one had such a sense of omnipotence.
I haven’t even completely achieved it, but I’ve just tiptoed the threshold.
‘A place reached by beings who can completely open the entire realm and twist the mystery into their own.’
Just like the boundary of the 5th level transcendent, the 6th level is also not a state that can be determined by simple force.
If we were to go by the order of skill in fighting, it would be safe to say that Dallon was already halfway into the 6th rank.
To begin with, the breadth of Dallen’s domain and the richness of the scene within it are such that even among the transcendentals of the 6th level, there is no shortage of it at all.
However, what is important is not the possibility contained in the scene, but the person who embraces that possibility…
“I must grab a piece of the future that has not yet arrived and make all these scenes look there.”
It was a low, deep voice. An added comment that sharply interrupted the chain of thoughts.
“Since history, the number of fifth-level transcendents who have touched the pieces of omnipotence has been widespread. “But only a handful of people had the courage to grab it.”
Dallen just turned his head in the same position he was stroking his chin. The warrior was sitting on a dismantling table covered in snow.
An ax attached to your belt. A large sword carried on his back.
The fur coat was clearly frayed and worn several times, but the muscular body underneath showed a strength that no armor could match.
Like most people from the north beyond the Frost Highlands, the warrior’s face had thick lines and a rough look.
The man said.
“Sometimes you need to let loose.”
Is it due to some kind of intimidation? Dallen unconsciously fumbled with his waist.
There was no feeling of metal that one would normally feel at one’s fingertips.
The relic hatchet received from the Diamond Palace was broken in the fight with Daeltarion, and the white ax made from lightning was also scattered after the battle with the evil god.
“…….”
Naturally, Dallon put his fingers into his belt and completely turned towards the warrior.
This was my third time seeing the warrior in front of me. Once in front of the tomb of the High Orc Great Ancestor, once when absorbing Daeltarion’s power and fighting the incarnation of X’un.
And now that all the fighting is over. Dallen felt that the warrior was someone who could answer the countless questions he had been asking.
He opened his mouth.
“Are you the great ancestor of the High Orcs?”
***
Crawling – Rumbling….
The sky cried softly.
The roar of the dark red storm clouds mixed with the echoes of the Thunder Sea beyond.
The man didn’t answer for a while and just stared at me. The corner of his mouth went up when he felt a little discomfort from that motionless gaze.
“Your status has improved a lot compared to the beginning. “Now you can hear my voice.”
A soft smile on a thick face. Dallen thought that smile was out of place.
It looks like a kkakdugi in the back alley of an entertainment district smiling with a friendly smile. The man in front of him, who was laughing inadvertently, continued speaking.
“But the answer to that question is still there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ignorance is sometimes a blessing. It’s no coincidence that many visionaries suffer from mania. “The reason I came today wasn’t to answer your questions, so I’ll leave that for another time.”
It’s difficult to say this. So, are you saying that you want to enter other people’s dreams again?
“I’m sorry for disturbing your sweet sleep. But it was for a good reason.”
Do you even read fucking thoughts? Dallen said, frowning.
“Just say something.”
“I couldn’t even properly say my last goodbye to her. “She wants to see you.”
“she? who?”
“See for yourself.”
Squeak.
The man stood up from the table. When I looked up close, I saw that he was taller than I thought.
The man, who seemed to be about two meters tall, seemed to be about half a head taller than himself. The wide shoulders are a little wider and the thickness of the forearms is the same.
“Normally, I would have to travel quite a distance to see her. But it looks like my friend who left home could use some help.”
The man said so and stretched out his hand. The touch came slowly and without stopping, so before Dallen could even react, it was already within a span of a span of distance.
A hand ripped through the air above Dallen’s shoulder and dragged something out.
[Ouch! Kek!]
What was in the man’s hands was the immortal demon Arbor. He said, holding the demon with his large hand and spinning it around.
“Tsk tsk…how did it get so damaged? “It’s like a piece of rice cake thrown into an extinguished furnace.”
[Who are you, but you look like someone else…]
“I have to go to the well with this friend before he wakes up, so I will awaken your strength just a little bit.”
[That’s it!]
After saying that, the man grabbed Arbor with both hands and pulled it as hard as he could. The appearance of a demon growing taller while screaming.
Dallen was a little embarrassed and at the same time felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu from the increasing number of demons.
That thing was increasing that much. I think it could be used in more diverse ways.
[Quek!]
The man stretched the demon to an appropriate length and repeatedly hit it on the floor like a piece of rice cake.
[Keck!]
And soon, every time I struck the demon, the surrounding scenery began to change quickly.
Kugung- Quarrrrr!!
A volcanic area filled with flames.
Whoa…!
A sandstorm blowing across the wasteland.
You pass through a deep-sea temple, step on the deck of a sailing ship drifting above the clouds, cross an underground world that looks like an ancient dwarven ruin, and pass through a jungle inhabited by giant bugs.
There was no trace of the first snowy mountain anymore. A strange phenomenon in which new scenes constantly appear and disappear while standing still in the same place.
It didn’t take long to realize that we were moving somewhere.
And it is also true that these scenes we are currently passing through are landscapes created beyond someone’s imagination.
“The Star Tree is a being that transcends time and space.”
[Cow!]
The man said as he continued to hit the demon.
“At one time, that branch reached all timelines and worlds. Now, only the base remains, sitting next to the well…”
[Ouch!]
“The cut off stem has regained some of its power thanks to you, so it is not difficult to find the well located in this timeline. ”
[Quick!]
“Contrary to what you look like, you are very orderly. “Can’t you shoot fireballs or lightning from your hands?”
“Are you going to introduce yourself now? Don’t worry. “I knew from the beginning that you were good at spells.”
“…….”
Damn. Not saying a word. Dallen felt sorry for the broken axe.
He wiggled his hands on his belt. And then the scenery that was passing by suddenly stopped.
“It has arrived.”
The man touched the half-fainted demon a few times. He threw the demon back to its original small lump of rice cake form.
After checking to see if the immortal demon was alive, Dallon placed the unconscious man in subspace and followed the man.
The place we arrived at was a small historic site in the forest.
The old stone wall was covered with moss, and the flagstones underfoot were cracked and worn smooth, showing the passage of time.
In a forest with low trees growing sparsely. The sunlight hitting the wall was warm.
How long did it take to walk along the stone wall and follow the man? At some point, the flagstones under my feet became denser and the wall extended left and right, providing an open space.
“long time no see.”
A small garden surrounded by a wall. Inside, a woman dressed in pure white robes greeted him.
“No, from your perspective, it may not be a long time. “Time passes a little differently here… It seems like we haven’t seen each other in months.”
Palely white skin. A face with a prominent nose bridge and sparkling blue-white eyes.
The eyes, which had a magical power that made you feel like you could be sucked in, were now as pure as the eyes of a country girl.
Dallen remembered the last of those eyes.
I barely made eye contact with my only remaining eye, but my focus was lost as I looked into the distant sky.
“…Charina.”
Now the two normal eyes smiled. She said.
“I wanted to see if I made the right choice, Dallen.”