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Genius Warlock-Episode 668

668. darkest moment (2)

what······? This unfamiliar yet refreshing feeling?

The world, was the world originally this dark??

Was the world originally this small??

Was the light... this weak??

It was such a trivial thing······?

Originally it was like this······.

no······. The light is······.

The original light······.

The light is······.

ah······.

······.

···.

***

Hair that has turned pure white.

Two eyes dyed even blacker.

A young child's face revealed under a torn leather mask.

Everyone was silent at the indescribable sight..

Soldier, wizard, paladin, priest, king. Everyone was silent, as if not even a tree, a blade of grass, or a grain of sand that made up the forest could dare to disturb this moment..

All I hear is empty laughter.

That's why that sound of laughter sounded more horrifying than any silence or any curse..

When the laughter stopped, I heard something being said..

“Right. From the beginning I······.”

Very few people actually heard what was being said..

Because everyone's eyes were on Oliver..

Oliver, wearing a torn leather mask, turned his head towards the direction from which he heard the laughter..

Oliver turned his head and lifted his burned right arm..

Oliver had his index finger spread out..

At the tip of that index finger was a piper..

[negation)]

What did Oliver say to the Pied Piper?.

At this, the piper closed his eyes and held the flute in his arms tightly, and a small breeze passed by him..

from now on. from now on. from now on······.

At that moment, the people who surrounded Oliver, including the soldiers, wizards, knights, kings, priests, and even the dead, stopped without any change in expression or sound, and were astonished more quietly and calmly than anyone else in the world..

The Pied Piper is like dust... No, it disappears as if disintegrating without even leaving behind any dust..

“······.”

“······.”

“······.”

Like burnt ashes flying in the air, like erasing letters with an eraser, the Pied Piper has disappeared..

An unrealistic sight that you cannot believe even when you see it in person..

However, just one thing. I knew it instinctively.

That wasn't a normal attack..

That was a sentence, not an attack or anything like that..

Also, it wasn't a murderer..

That wasn't murder or anything like that, it was literally denial..

The existence of the Pied Piper is a denial of itself.).

The reason is unknown, but everyone present here instinctively knew, regardless of 'high status', 'personal achievement', 'strength or weakness of power', and even 'the living and the dead'..

The being standing in front of you now is a denial of the existence of the Pied Piper..

It is a concept that cannot be believed or understood..

However, the concept not only influenced the Pied Piper..

Unfortunately, countless people in the direction Oliver pointed, behind the Pied Piper, and in a straight line in the direction the breeze blew, all disappeared like the Pied Piper without even leaving a trace of dust..

Just because I was there. They disappeared, their very existence denied, tied to the Pied Piper..

a little······. No, it is an absolutely unreasonable and one-sided act..

However, none of the people who saw it or the dead were angry or complained about it..

Because I wasn't allowed to do that..

They even stood there as if they were stuck in a photo, unable to tremble in fear or cry..

Because he wasn't allowed either..

The only thing they were allowed to do was to be in this place, so the countless people and dead people surrounding Oliver just stood still as if they were originally here..

Like an ornament. Like a statue. like a tree.

Time passed as if ten thousand years had passed, and Oliver, looking at the spot where the Pied Piper had been, grabbed the leather mask on his face..

Wow.

Oliver ripped off the torn leather mask, threw it on the floor, and slowly, very slowly, turned his head to look around..

At that moment, the people and the dead who were standing motionless as if they had been photographed began to bow their heads and bow as if they were possessed by something..

“Ah, ah... Ahhh······.”

The first to kneel were the dead who had suffered for hundreds of years wandering the forest..

Neither dead nor alive, they bowed to Oliver with the utmost respect, with bodies limp like zombies, bodies mixed with animals and trees..

Knees, forehead, face and hands desperately touching the dirt floor.

The living were no different..

“Uhhhh············.”

After hearing the melodies of the musicians summoned by the Pied Piper, the soldiers, who were blind and deaf and had lost the ability to speak, felt at least Oliver's presence and bowed more desperately than anyone else..

There are people who put both knees and palms on the ground and put their foreheads down.,

There were even people who put their bodies in close contact with the earth and raised both palms toward the sky and bowed as if in worship..

It was as if his body was telling him how great the being in front of him was and how humble he was..

It was no different from a wizard shaking like an aspen..

“······iced coffee.”

Paladins were no different..

“······.”

The Holy Knights, who had sworn to kneel only towards their fathers, put their weapons on the floor and knelt on one knee, as they did when they swore to become Holy Knights in the past, and recited a prayer they did not understand..

Do what your body tells you to do, not your head.

And the prayer spread as if it were contagious among those bowing, and soon filled the forest..

The appearance was very sacred and at the same time very profane, pious and profane at the same time..

In that sacred and profane, reverential and profane scene, Oliver continued to look around..

As if looking for something. As if examining something. As if appreciating something. As if evaluating something.

As Oliver's eyes slowly circled around, a subtle but clear emotion was revealed on his mask-like face..

it was a question.

It was similar to looking at an old toy that I had treated like a treasure as a child again as an adult. The question of why I cherished this so much.

Even though Oliver's face didn't change, those emotions were revealed for everyone to see..

And that question led to action. Oliver, who had been standing still, took his foot away..

······!

It was only one step, but the surrounding air became as heavy as lead..

It's not a figurative expression; it actually became heavy, as if someone was weighing down my body..

And every time Oliver takes a step,.

“Turn it off······!!”

As evidence, people had blood pouring out of their mouths, eyes, noses, and ears..

Like a water balloon that seems ready to burst at any moment.

But Oliver moved on without any hesitation..

······!!

············!!!

··················!!!!

························!!!!!

Even though his internal organs were crushed, he vomited blood, his eyes exploded, and his body itself was crushed, Oliver moved step by step without hesitation..

and stopped.

At the end were the kings and cardinal priests of the center of the continent who were still standing..

The only difference was that the kings were stiff and could not kneel, and the cardinal priests did not kneel..

Because he was a cardinal priest.

Although he lost his faith after encountering the eschatology, lost his faith after encountering the filth of the world, and thereby harbored ungodly thoughts of artificially distorting the apocalypse, Roderick did not kneel because he was a cardinal priest who protected the order of the world right under the Holy Emperor. did.

Because that was my last remaining conscience and pride..

That's why, even though Roderick wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy right away, he didn't..

However, unlike Roderick, who has his own will, the kings, whose bodies are rigid as they drift in infinite fear, forget their dignity, self-respect, and pride as kings as the source of that fear approaches, and fluids leak from their eyes, noses, and mouths, killing Oliver. I bowed down at his feet and bowed down..

“Poetry, poetry, poetry, my god······.”

“AA AA AA······.”

“God, Goddess, Goddess, Goddess, Goddess.”

They bowed their heads toward Oliver with their faces on the ground and worshiped him like a god, just like the dead, mere soldiers, war wizards who trained their entire lives, and paladins who served their entire lives..

And Oliver treated them equally and didn't even glance at them..

Like dealing with stones and ants on the side of the road.

Because I was really like a stone and an ant..

So weak and insignificant······.

Therefore, Oliver's eyes were directed towards a relatively weaker light..

Toward the large man who refuses to kneel of his own volition even as blood bleeds from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears..

Oliver lifted his foot.

Kwasik.

I took a step.

One of the soldiers lying down where Oliver stepped turned red..

his name is jonas.

He was the son of an old woman, the husband of a woman, and the father of three children..

Kwasik.

Oliver took another step..

A war wizard turned red..

his name is max.

He was the head of a historic wizard family in the center of the continent, and had a wish to revive magic in the center of the continent..

Oliver took another step..

A paladin turned red..

his name is david.

He was a young man who grew up in a small rural village and became a Holy Knight after seeing the nuns who helped him. He was the pride and hope of the village..

Oliver took another step..

Kwasik. Kwasik. Kwasik. Kwasik.

Each time, Werner, Armin, Billy, Bertolo, etc. turned red, and those who turned red merged into one and became like a red carpet..

“Uh oh······.”

Someone groaned. His moans were full of fear and sadness..

one. This was neither scary nor sad. It's just that the time came a little earlier for them..

It was just like having an early lunch..

“iced coffee······.”

The king was no exception..

Because in Oliver’s eyes, they were all the same..

Kwasik.

Oliver made the king of a country a red carpet and stood in front of the cardinal priest..

The cardinal priest stood desperately, bleeding so red it looked black..

His trembling legs made him think he wouldn't last long, but that didn't matter to Oliver..

No matter what effort the cardinal priest made or what will he had, it made no difference to Oliver..

What matters is the act itself.

Oliver looked at the cardinal priest with frighteningly empty eyes..

Sigh······.

Oliver, who was watching, slowly raised his hand..

Just as the hand was about to touch the cardinal priest.

“oliver!!”

Someone called Oliver..

It was the paladin Joanna..

***

“oliver!!”

cried Joanna..

Not by any thought or will, but by instinct..

The instinct to stop Oliver.

The moment Joanna shouted, she felt pressured as if all the eyes of the world were on her..

Just standing there makes me vomit and the pressure makes me suffocate..

But it was nothing compared to Oliver's gaze..

When Oliver turned his head to look at Joanna, silence came over her, as if the world had stopped and all sounds had died out..

I had a desire to kneel down and put my head on the ground right now..

But Joanna gritted her teeth and tried to deny the desire..

because······. Because Oliver, the Oliver he knows, wouldn't want that..

Because that might not be the real thing. As for Oliver. That Oliver-

“-ah.”

While Joanna was comforting herself and praying to God for strength and courage, Oliver suddenly approached her..

By simply lifting one leg and stepping forward, he came in front of Joanna without any sign or sound..

It seems like physical distance has nothing to do with you..

Oliver stared at Joanna with empty eyes..

‘Oh God······.’

Those eyes were similar to Oliver's eyes in the past, but they were also very different..

In the past, Oliver's eyes also seemed empty, but they were clearly filled with curiosity and hope for finding human beauty. On the other hand, all I could see now was the feeling of seeing trivial things and the question of myself being caught up in such things..

It was then.

Oliver's eyes, which had been delving into Joanna's soul, moved slightly to the side..

Joanna knew what Oliver had seen..

It was his younger brother standing next to him..

The corners of Oliver's mouth move slightly..

Oliver's hands moving simultaneously.

Joanna and her sister standing without lifting a finger.

The moment Oliver stretched out his hand.

flashing.

A white light flashed between Oliver and Joanna, and someone blocked their path..

“······It happens like this.”

It was Merlin covered in dust..