Regressor’s Life After Retirement - Chapter 375

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[(Side story) Story of your life]

“You is my teacher!”

The desperate cry of Sosinhan, who arrived at the top of the tower in complete disrepair.

“…Very…”

The prophet’s expression, who had been silent for a while, began to distort.

The eyes that were shaking anxiously turned gloomy again, and the voice that came out was extremely gloomy.

“It’s an unpleasant and boring prank.”

“It’s no joke!”

“under.”

Black magical energy began to flow out from the body of the prophet who was walking towards Sosinhan.

He glared at Soshinhan with menacing eyes and spoke in a cracked voice.

“If you were planning to provoke me, let me tell you that you succeeded. However, in return, you will not die easily.”

The prophet slowly stretched out his hand, which was filled with black energy.

He intended to very slowly and painfully kill this insolent brat who had used his tongue carelessly.

“Feel free to resist as much as you want.”

“…How can a disciple challenge his master?”

dump.

Soshinhan fell to his knees defenselessly with his arms hanging limply, as if he really had no will to resist.

“Another nonsense…”

The prophet must have thought that he was deceiving himself, so he reached out and grabbed Sosinhan’s neck.

“Ugh…!”

Soshinhan, whose face turned pale due to the mana of the prophet pressing on him as if he was suffocating, could barely continue speaking.

“I… I didn’t come here to fight. “I don’t have the skills to do that… but I don’t want to… either.”

What Daein asked Sosinhan.

It wasn’t about fighting against the prophet.

All

he wanted to do was tell his favorite story.

“You were 20 years old when you first awakened as a superhuman. “In a windowless gosiwon… a time when I lived day by day without any hope.”

Stop.

The strength in the Prophet’s hands loosened a little.

Soshinhan, who felt a little easier to breathe, continued speaking quickly.

“The first monster I hunted was a red spotted wild dog. I bought time by myself so that the citizens could run away until the police arrived. Because of that, I was scouted by numerous guilds… and eventually I chose White House, the predecessor of the current WH Group.”

“What on earth are you talking about…”

Looking straight into the eyes of the prophet with a confused expression, Soshinhan began to tell his favorite story.

“As far as the world knows, you prevented five major disasters and saved the world.”

It is the story of the greatest hero ever recorded in the history of the universe.

“The first plague is the night when the seven moons rise. “I led the WH-7 team to destroy the core of the most dangerous gate.”

“The second disaster is the red fog. We eliminated the cause of the fog and made the Rorlow race our friends. Thanks to this, gate technology was able to develop to what it is today.”

“…….”

The darkness on the prophet’s hand was fading little by little, but I was not aware of that fact.

“The third disaster is the great monster Abaddon that appears in Japan. “You not only prevented that disaster, but you also saved tens of millions of people who were suffering in a land that was no different from the Warring States Period.”

“You know what? “There are now over a thousand shrines in Japan that worship both you and the Master of Flame.”

As Sosinhan’s voice gained more and more strength, the strength drained from the prophet’s hands.

“The fourth plague is the red dragon of the Apocalypse. “Thanks to the operation to bring that monster to bear with the demon lords, the Allied Forces were able to escape the crisis of defeat.”

-Hold on!

The prophet’s expression was distorted by another headache.

“Huh…”

His memory, which was as white as a sheet of paper, was slowly cracking.

“The final disaster is Hellgate. The story of your life… is said to have ended there.”

“!!”

The memories I thought were blank were actually trapped inside thick white bricks.

Each and every brick reacted to Sosinhan’s words, shaking and cracking.

But the prophet still could not believe it.

“wait for a sec. “The one you are talking about…” In

fact, the Prophet had heard this story before.

The story of the most famous hero in the universe.

The name that Redfinger must clear first in order to rule the universe.

The name is…

“Many authors have written books about you.”

Soshinhan was looking at him and smiling happily.

“It’s not just books. “There’s almost no place where it doesn’t appear in movies, dramas, games, documentaries, and even recently released space history textbooks.”

A proud smile that only the so-called ‘successful nerds’ can show.

Soshinhan proudly stuck out his chest and said.

“I saw and read everything. So you can do it all week long. “A story about your life, a story about being a landlord!”

I winced.

The prophet took a step back without realizing it.

The word “lessee” that had just come out of So Shinhan’s mouth was ringing repeatedly in my ears.

The Prophet shook his head in denial.

“What nonsense…. such a trivial lie…”

“It’s not a lie.”

The moment the prophet looked into Soshinhan’s eyes, he knew intuitively that he was not lying.

‘Why…’

The look in his eyes that he had seen countless times while he was Redfinger’s prophet. The expression of a person who has blind trust and infinite affection for the other person.

‘This guy wasn’t brainwashed. But why… are you looking at me like this?’

I felt dizzy and nauseous. An inexplicable painful sensation radiated from my heart.

It was a time when the prophet stood there helpless, not knowing what to do.

【 Prophet! 】

A voice that lifts your spirits.

At the sound of a thunderclap, the eyes of the prophet and Soshinhan turned backwards at the same time.

Cheeeeeeeek…!

A huge egg at the center of the Demon Tree.

‘He’, who was still preparing for resurrection, was stretching out his arms towards the prophet, almost ready to tear the egg apart.

【 Do you believe the nonsense of heresy! 】

-Kwakwakwakwakwakwa!

A red magical storm occurred around the Demon Tree.

In an instant, a magical storm that expanded its scope covered the red tower. Prophets and small believers were also within that range.

【 Prophet! Kill that heretic right now! 】

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

…

“…….”

The prophet looked at ‘him’ reaching out his hand towards him with unfocused eyes.

No, actually, he wasn’t looking at anything.

“I…”

The story Soshinhan told him was jumbled and tormented in his head.

The white bricks blocking the memories fell one by one, and fragments of the sealed memories began to flow out little by little.

“Who am I…?”

Sosinhan and ‘him’ shouted at the same time.

“You are the landlord!”

【You are a prophet! Come here and be part of me! 】

The red magic storm became so strong that it was difficult to tell even an inch ahead, and ‘that person’ was tearing the egg apart and coming out of the world.

“He will be resurrected soon!”

“Let us lay the blood of heresy under his feet!”

“Ooooooooo!”

The remaining demonic soldiers simultaneously raised their heads and roared, and the fanatics howled and sang the glory of God.

“Ugh…!”

In the midst of a battlefield filled with madness, the Prophet knelt on the ground, covering his head with both hands.

Fragments of fragmented memories pierced my head painfully.

【 Prophet! Come to me! You must become a part of me! 】

“Don’t go! “That bastard sealed your memories!”

The headache was getting worse as both sides were calling to me.

“shut up! “Everyone shut up!”

The prophet growled, glaring at ‘him’ and Sosinhan alternately with his red, bloodshot eyes.

The bricks that sealed the memories were slowly breaking apart, but there were still unresolved questions.

I couldn’t think of the cause of this empty emptiness and the reason why I tried to regain my memories by killing countless innocent lives.

‘In my dreams…’

A child with red hair that sometimes looks like a jewel and sometimes looks like blood.

“Who is that child…?”

When So Shinhan heard the word ‘Ai’, he was able to immediately think of one person’s face.

As the ‘cognitive error’ on Daein was broken, naturally the one on Lily was also broken.

“Are you talking about Lily?”

A being known to the world only as the ‘Master of Flame’.

A great hero who saved the dimensional hub with the hero lessor.

“…Lily?”

The moment he heard those two letters of the name, an explosion occurred in the prophet’s mind.

‘mister!’

I heard a voice in my ear as if I was hallucinating, and then I remembered an innocent face looking up at me.

‘Is it mana nutrition again? ‘What about chicken?’

A small face that sighed with a sullen face, pouted its lips, and complained, but then suddenly smiled with the happiest face in the world.

“Ah…”

the prophet remembered.

And it became terribly painful.

He realized what he had done so far to meet that child.

“iced coffee…!”

He looked down at his hands.

Hands covered in blood, killing countless people and trampling on countless lives.

The smell of blood stings my nose.

A stain that will never be erased.

The souls of countless lives killed by him were screaming inside him.

I no longer have the right to meet that child.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!…

The prophet’s magical power began to run wild.

Bloody tears flowed from the red, bloodshot eyes, and scattered hairs rose in the air and stretched out in all directions.

“Hey, are you okay…. Ugh!”

Sensing that his condition was unusual, So Shin-han approached him and was kicked by a powerful self-defense device, sending him flying dozens of meters.

Pussssss….

The prophet’s hair began to turn white.

The skinny cheeks became even more hollow and the eyes lost their vitality, like those of a dead person.

‘He’ shouted, surprised by the sudden change in the prophet.

【 Prophet! 】

“…I am not a prophet.”

‘That person’ seemed to have received a great shock, and the entire Demon Tree was shaken.

Thinking that he had finally regained his memory, Sosinhan smiled brightly and tried to approach the prophet.

“You found your memories!”

But

it sucks.

The corners of the prophet’s mouth gently formed a half-moon and he lightly waved his hand toward Sosinhan.

“I am not a landlord.”

Before he knew it, he had a sword in his hand.

-Aaaah!

In a single blow, Soshinhan’s two legs were cut off.

Soshinhan, who was lying on the floor, looked at the prophet walking towards him with a pale expression.

‘It didn’t even look right.’

An attack that could not have been avoided even in the best condition.

It was the most perfect form of swordsmanship that the owner often showed in the backyard of the restaurant.

“My head… hurts.”

The prophet grimaced as his headache felt like it was being stabbed by hundreds of awls.

Bloody tears continued to flow from his eyes. Blood was speckled here and there on his head, which had turned white as snow.

But his mouth was smiling.

Very vain and painful.

“Kuk…. My head hurts so much. “It feels like it’s going to break… my head… this is all… it’s all because of you.”

The prophet smiled as if he had lost his mind and looked at Sosinhan. He was out of his mind.

-Chaaaaaaaa!

The sword he swung like a joke cut off Soshinhan’s right arm.

The prophet walked straight towards Sosinhan, who was lying on the floor and writhing like a bug.

“Landlord….”

“I am not a landlord. “How many times do I say no?”

Desperate self-denial.

The shock of memories that had not yet fully returned and the sins he had committed collapsed the prophet’s spirit.

Smirk.

“If I kill you, my head won’t hurt anymore. yes?”

This time his left arm was cut off.

Soshinhan, who had all his limbs cut off, looked up at his idol with sad eyes.

I wasn’t scared or angry.

It’s just so sad and pitiful.

“…This isn’t your fault.”

“shut up!”

The prophet shouted and swung his sword in a big motion.

This time it was the neck.

“Ah…”

Looking at the approaching trajectory of the sword, Soshinhan recalled the day he first met Daein.

The commute to work was no different from usual.

A group of monsters suddenly poured out of the monster gate.

And the sight of the boss and Lily walking briskly from the other side of the road.

That day, his new life began.

And today that life will end.

‘It’s not a pity. If the boss hadn’t saved me that day, I would have died anyway.’

Soshinhan relaxed his body as he watched the approaching sword’s trajectory.

But there was one thing that Soshinhan forgot.

The fact that his hero comes like a gift at moments like these.

-Aaaah!!!

The prophet’s sword bounced in front of Soshinhan’s face.

And then a familiar voice is heard.

“This bastard…whose student is he touching?”

The back of the man he saw every day in the kitchen was suddenly filling Soshinhan’s field of vision.

Soshinhan muttered, unable to control his emotions that were welling up in his eyes.

“Boss….”

“If you’re going to say something grumpy again, just stay quiet.”

Fluffy.

The gentle magic lifted Sosinhan’s body and moved it to a safe place behind him.

“I’ll fix your limbs later, so just wait patiently. “It will be over soon.”

“…yes.”

After ensuring Soshinhan’s safety, the great man turned his head to face the prophet.

“…It’s a sight to behold, really.”

Hair turned white and bloody tears flowing from both eyes.

It was clearly his own face, but it looked completely different.

“Get out of the way, my head hurts so much, I have to kill that guy to make this headache go away…”

The great man felt sorry for that guy, but pity wasn’t what he needed to do now.

The great man walked towards the prophet and said:

“Does your head hurt? “I definitely know how to fix that.”

“how…?”

The Great Man grinned as he aimed his Heavenly Demon Sword at the landlord of the parallel world who asked him with a blank expression.

“What can I do? A stick is medicine for a man who is out of his mind!”

-Whisk!

The great man rushed forward like a thunderbolt and swung his sword.

“dare!”

However, at the same time, the prophet also swung his sword in the same posture as the decalcomania.

Haha!!

The swords of the two men clashed violently at the top of the tower where a magical storm raged.

[(Side story) Story of your life] End

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