Pick Me Up-Episode 345
2. Sword waiting to be drawn(10)
The original city was not of the White Aristocracy.
No palace, no reality, no throne on which he sits, no one of the hundred nobles It was not.
It was human.
In the old Age of Light, at the peak of human civilization, the King's ungainly It was created in the hope of glory.
But not anymore..
There's a non-human ghost sitting in that seat..
The golden casket over his head, the red cloak, and the ornately embellished garments I frowned when I saw it..
“That's amazing..”
The white aristocrat, sitting on the throne, said.
It was pure admiration that came to his eyes..
“Honestly, that's amazing. You're doing that much dance with a weak human body..”
Mate. Mate. Mate.
The sound of applause rang out blankly in the reality.
There was only a king and a man in Al Reality..
“If you're from a human being, you'll have questions..”
The king said cordially.
“Why should we be enslaved because we are human? Why should we only be persecuted and suffering? Jim understands such doubts. It is not unnatural for you to resent us.”
The man began to walk on the carpet that led to the throne.
“But what would you do? That it is a law of nature. The strong exploit the weak. The lion eats the rabbit. This is the law that has been set since the world was created. It is a truth that will not change a thousand years ago, a thousand years later..”
“…….”
“That's why Jim pays you. Isn't it amazing to eat a lion with a rabbit's body? No, maybe...... Jim was mistaken. Were you humans, not rabbits, actually wolves with teeth?”
The king arose from the throne.
“Jim realized the truth of the world. The strong have to be the strong, the weak have to be the weak.. But today, your power made me open my eyes..”
The man doesn't treat you..
One foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot, one foot I put it out..
“How is it, warrior? Being my Companion.”
“…….”
“I know you're dying. Just don't worry. Jim is touched by a wizard and a kite. The wound can heal sufficiently..”
“…….”
“Until now, you human beings have been exploited because they have been weak. Because it was useless other than that much work. But thou hast proved. I've proved human possibilities. If that happens, I also have to think differently..”
The king fluttered his cloak.
And he smiled and extended his hand.
“How are you, strong man? Will you not defeat the world with me?”
“…….”
“Here is Me, the king, and you, the hero. As in the distant past, kings and heroes did, we will open a new era together. Won't you??”
The man was silent..
The flesh in his eyes gradually thickened.
“There is no need for racial distinctions! Even white nobles and human beings can be good together! Yeah! If your power and my power are together, you can rule the whole continent!”
The attitude of the king, who was pretending composure, began to flabbergasted.
“Not apologizing. Apologize for the recriminations that belittled human power. If you're with Jim, if you're loyal to Jim, if you're human. I'll rethink my treatment. Man is a race that has the potential to appear a hero like you. It wasn't a rabbit. It's Jim's recrimination.!”
The distance between the two gradually becomes closer.
“Don't you know that antagonizing jim is folly? You are dying now. Personal power has its limits! You can't do anything alone! Your power is made sense only when I, the King, rule!”
“Shut up..”
The man said briefly.
“I'll tear that mouth off right now..”
“Hhhh, hahhhhhhhhhhh! Indeed, it's brilliant! Do you know? You're dying. Do you think Jim got the king's place only by mouth??”
Flapping.
The king kicked up his cloak..
A carefully crafted silver sword was revealed.
Throng.
A well-groomed sword was drawn from the sheath.
This object was a sword dedicated to the distant past, the king of man.
The value of this bodhisattva with its magical handiwork could not be said.
“Stupid! If I knelt down to Jim, I would have saved his life.!”
The King revealed his fangs.
At the same time, the tip of the extended sword pointed at the man.
One shake-free posture.
Unlike other White nobles, the king did not learn weapons only as decorations.
He was learning formal fencing.
The treasure of the palace..
There are hidden ancient martial arts books that have been put into practice.
As a result of the cultivation on the basis of its non-payment, the king is unmistakable within the city Became the strongest man.
Most Baekguis do not train.
Because I believe only in natural strength and poignancy.
But the king is different.
He was not conceited, even though he had more strength and talent than others.
Constantly repeating training and practice, he became stronger.
So he can defeat his rivals and strengthen the king's place There were.
“Die.!”
The King spurned his feet.
At the moment, the place where he was was blurred..
The man swung his sword to the left..
Caen!
The sword and the sword are against each other..
The shadow of the king reappeared and appeared from the side.
At the same time, I'm going to shoot you..
Caen! Kagang!
from the left. from above. from below. From the left again.
The king moves like he leaves a statue..
Speed that is hard to capture with the eye.
It's not just fast..
There is a slowness in the middle of the fast, and there is a change again.
If you want to swing from above, the sword rises from below..
If you want to rise from below, cut your sides..
It slows down, it slows down, it changes, it changes and it speeds up again.
Blue sparks splashed from all sides.
The man swung an old ironclad to stop the attacks close by..
As usual, the man's super-sense foresaw the behavior of the enemy..
But it doesn't work with him..
The King's strength is beyond the measure of super-sense.
I'm stopping it, but it's just that..
Every time the sword bounces, the man's whole body throbs..
The King's black is fraught with havoc, like a body at a time.
The man didn't fight back..
“Where did you go with the confidence that you were going to tear Jim's mouth?!”
Squeak.
Blood welled from his thighs..
“You're stupid! Stupid.!”
Caen! Caen! Caen!
Every time the sword and the sword intersect,
Little by little, little by little, the man's wounds grow..
The fatal injury is being prevented..
But I had to hurt him all over the body..
‘…….’
Even if a man's body is normal, it's not an easy fight..
From the beginning, the King was himself.
No one will come..
It's not arrogance.
It was pride in the strength he had built up.
Squeak!
Again, with a cheerful sound, the blade grazed his abdomen.
The man didn't stop this attack..
“Khhahaha!”
The king, who had foreseen victory, was mad..
“…….”
My eyes are red..
The body doesn't listen.
No more pain felt.
It's just cold..
The cold spread from the back of his neck covered his whole body..
Maybe it's a death knell..
The man had a hunch..
When the sword-wielding hand stopped, death would begin..
I had no choice but to decide..
‘Pull it out..’
When was it?.
Knowing that there is a 'sword'in his heart.
Following the tremor of the sword, the man was able to gain strength.
He could not be defeated in the arena, sometimes by directing fierce fights It could have saved your opponent's life..
But the man did not like the sword in his heart.
To him, the sword was just a tool to kill and wound people..
I don't want to die, I just follow the teachings, I really want to pick them up. I never had a thought in my life..
If you pull it.,
If you draw the sword in your heart and gain strength,
He feared that he might be a ghost..
That's what Gumma is.).
He was a sword-mad ghost and slayer..
Then there will be no human heart left in the man.
There's only a demon that cuts and kills as soon as it's shut up..
That's why I wanted it..
May I have a means of controlling the ghost in my heart, the undrawn sword..
Will the Value of Honor Lead a Man's Sword correctly?
Or somewhere there is a great king, who will use his sword properly?
Now come, the man can't know..
Because now is the last time in a man's life.
‘I don't know what life is..’
The man laughed.
I thought the black in my heart would never be picked for the rest of my life..
It's better to die if you use it in vain..
The man had decided to do so..
But there's only one miracle in my life, and I want to make a man draw a sword. & gt;.
“Die.!”
Nettle liquid!
The sound of the wind cracking.
The man opened his eyes wide..
The King's Last Strike.
The bird's blue trajectory flooded his neck..
The man's death is coming very slowly, but definitely.
Late. Be late..
It's a blow that a man can't cope with..
I'm just watching the sense of time in my body infinitely slow down.
Blocking doesn't end there..
The second and third raids will fly next..
The pointless workshop so far will be repeated.
If so, we have to finish it..
With a single blow.
Is it possible.
with his body just before he died..
With a body that doesn't move properly.
Can I strike a final blow that will not allow any counterattack or evasion.
It's not possible with in-house calculations..
I'm sorry, but now he can't beat that king..
So I decided.
Only once in life.
Let's wake up the sword that was asleep in the man's heart..
‘Open..’
The man's eyes sank..
The light in his eyes disappeared in a moment.
At that time, his gaze was looking somewhere far and far away.
“…….”
That's where it is.,
The Black Sea of Gumdigum.
Certain concepts and ideas that are unrecognizable to humans are embodied It was a dimension..
Iron Rot.
There's a huge wave coming through..
Countless ebon particles were broken and scattered.
There are countless enlightenment in every formal.
There was a lot of insight into each and every one of those things..
‘This is…….’
The man knew.
A man who didn't even know how to hold a sword involuntarily borrowed power Where.
It was a sea shaped by the concept of radish in all dimensions.
From the beginning to the future of your son.
In this sea, everything about radishes is asleep.
From being close to miscellaneous technology to being able to penetrate the universe.
‘Is that so?.’
It is impossible for a man to fully borrow the power of this sea.
I've been doing it all the time..
I just saw it tinker and imitated it..
The man didn't even stand at the start point..
The man was slightly remorseful.
If you learned the sword a little earlier, you could take a handful of waves of this sea as your own. I could have done it..
But soon I fixed my thoughts.
If it was a purposeless power, it would have haunted the mind of a man Because it is.
It's nothing but a meaningless black killing tool..
It was necessary for the man.
There is a clear purpose to draw this sword.
If the reason arose, there was no need to hesitate.
Just a little bit..
It's just a little bit..
The man left himself in the waves of the wash.
Then his body fell into the dark sea..
Booby booby.
Nothing is visible.
I couldn't breathe..
This is probably the last sight a man sees.
Before his body falls deep into the ocean, the man has to do There was a thing.
The man opened his eyes..
“…….”
The light came back to the dark man's eyes..
The King's sword was approaching..
The transcendent will burned nerves and made the man's arms move.
On his right arm is a gnarled sword.
‘Looks like.’
The whole world is patched in colors.
The man noticed..
What was visible to his eyes was the world of radishes.
Synesthesia beyond Cognition).
The distant virtuoso who devoted his life to music looks at music with his eyes.
Like a mathematician who made the discovery of the century feels a complex mathematical formula as a sound.
Complex concepts have invaded and penetrated the realm of the senses.
Red. Black. Blue.
The world of the man has been painted in brilliant colors.
The man instinctively knew what the color meant.
It was an area where the trajectories of the sword and sword were drawn in a staggered manner.
‘If you wield your sword in the red place, the situation gets worse..’
The man's eyes moved quickly.
I searched through the colors of the world and found out the meaning.
‘If you wield your sword in the black place, you will surely die..’
Red is red line.
Black is dead Line.
I'm sorry, but there's little blue..
In addition, the area is reduced at a time.
“…….”
Now, you can see there's no blue..
Everywhere, the red and black color crushed the man's shoulder..
The odds are gone..
‘It's still there..’
The man waits..
One moment that must come.
The world is covered in black.
I didn't even see the red light..
Black.
Dark Black.
Death.
The King's black ground came to an end..
The sword blade will soon separate the man's neck and torso.
And in it.
In the ebon, where nothing is visible.
A dazzling stem light was seen.
The man's sword cracked the light..
At the same time.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh.!”
The king's right arm, holding the sword, rose with blood.
The king screamed in unhurried pain.
The king looked at the man with haggard eyes..
“Wait! Wait! Wait……!”
Muscle.
A white solid line was drawn on his neck..
“Wait, stop.……!”
Tuk.
Severed king's throat fell to the floor.
The body, which had lost its owner, was standing and convulsing, and my knees were on my knees. I fell down..
‘Is it the end?.’
Tsanggang.
The sword the man was holding falls..
It was a half-broken iron sword..
At the same time as it fell, the sword blade split in half.
Flurries!
The flames are creeping up to Al-Reality at some point..
He was flying his red tongue around the body of the man and the king.
“After…….”
There is no hotness.
No pain..
It's just cold..
Can't move.
The cold that started at your feet comes up on your thighs and freezes your abdomen. I made it, and now I'm coming up to my head..
The man's eyelids quivered..
I want to rest..
I wanted to finish it all..
“Are you, Nameless! Nameless.!”
Someone's cry interrupted that break.
“If you hear, please answer me.!”
Hurriedly footsteps.
The man looked at the entrance to the Al Reality room.
Beyond the wall of flames, someone stood.
“If you have any...... Nameless?”
“…….”
“Wait! I'll get you in a minute.…….”
“Stop..”
I'm sorry for the blurring of my vision..
It doesn't look good.
But I heard the young man's voice..
I said Vian, maybe..
“Why are you here??”
It's normal to protect refugees at the South Gate..
If you fail, you lose the meaning of killing the king..
“I'm here to let you know. I won! We protected the refugees...... !”
“How?”
“Other gladiators helped. We weren't all garbage.!”
That's right..
That's enough..
When Kainil and the South Gate guards were fighting.
The gladiators of the Arena, who belatedly escaped, joined Kainil's side.
“Thanks to Nameless. If you didn't lure the guards in the arena, this would happen. It wouldn't have been. The army of the White nobles was scattered. Probably…….”
You don't have to hear the answer..
Because the king is gone..
The White nobles are not moved by loyalty or loyalty..
What they followed the king was the food and arena of human beings in the city Because the game provided a romp.
The king's life and death are unclear, and the White nobles are as trivial as revenge I don't fight humans for a reason..
They're busy living together..
If the King reappears, they'll combine, but the possibility is gone..
The city was freed from the redemption of the king..
“You're a virtue! You changed the fate of the city, our people...... !”
Vian cries from beyond the flames.
“More than that, rescue first…….”
“Don't come..”
The man said.
“I die anyway..”
Whether you're burned to death or dead with all your energy..
The fate of the man is determined.
When Vian came in to save him, he would die together..
“Ha, but…….”
“Tell the man. If you lose your pretence, you'll survive and kill him in the grave..”
Vian stopped talking..
I know that young man..
You will see a bloodied man in the flames.
Which one has no shallow wound.
A situation that won't be strange if you die in the long run..
He was prolonging death only by will..
But that's soon over, too.
The man is ready to accept death..
There was nothing to leave.
“I understand.?”
The man looked at Bian and said.
Vian bowed his head..
“If so...... Please let us know.”
“…….”
“Let us know your name, which we will remember!”
It's a name..
It's been a long time since I abandoned it..
Vian exclaimed.
“It's a good name to throw away. It's okay to have a name that you made up right away. We, I want to remember...... Proof that you were. I don't want to pass obscurity as a joke.!”
“You're a good horse..”
“Then let me know.!”
The man thought.
What does the name mean.
Is the name a proof of the life he has passed?.
Or what the owner of the name wanted to resemble.
Either is the correct answer..
A name once existed for a man..
Name given by parents.
I cherished it, but I swore to throw it away..
If so,
It's not the name of the man.
‘My name.’
Vian looked at the man with hard eyes.
The flames are already raging near the young man..
If you don't give me your name, you won't move a step..
“My name is…….”
The man laughed.
And said.
I wanted to look like you.,
But could not resemble, their names.
“Ridgion..”
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