Chapter 360
sky that gathers screams.
(3) 4.
The last scene that caught my eye before the world was covered in black was the appearance of the [Primordial Staff] with its mouth open in amazement.
Perhaps the wizard shouted something.
"---, -------!?" But I couldn't even recognize the sound of the wizard's cry.
Already my throat was bitten by the noise, and I didn't even mobilize an Auror to delay my death.
Death was fast, slow, [reproduces the trauma of the enemy who killed you.] My head couldn't keep up with the speed of the scenery changing in an instant.
White and black.
And if I could say this, soul and soul.
Like a shard of snow that fell on a furnace, my dead spirit melted softly into the body that killed me.
[Reliving the trauma of the enemy who killed you] She was a fisherman born a long time ago.
So I was a fisherman born a long time ago.
In the tautology, she was me and I was her.
Just like when I became Raviel.
Just like when I became a teacher.
Humanity.
) in the midst of her trauma, she-I stared at the wine-colored sea."The waves are crying." The waves were rough.
I could feel the harsh smell.
The fisherman knew that the water also had a smell.
The sun was calm.
The water was clear on that day.
But when the waves came in from afar, the water was sweaty.
It had a salty smell.
When you smelled saliva, a whirlpool blew in the ford's throat.
It smelled bad.
And now, the waves were crying.
Sun, the waves are crying.”
She just muttered out of instinct.
It was a time when humans had not yet escaped from the womb of the beast.
She said that there was a golden temple high up like a mountain in the vast desert to the south.
Being a shaman and a sorcerer, I was able to confine the human voice to every bizarre picture.
I knew that the golden temple was a 'pyramid'-like structure and that the spell was a 'letter'.
She didn't know.
Only very few human beings.
In the age of enjoying the blessing of being a character, a woman was sailing while catching fish.
A volcano was erupting in the distance.
Hot lava glistened from the top of the mountain.
dark clouds.
thunderbolt.
dirt rain.
The volcano roared as if to announce the end of this world.
『.......』 The woman instinctively drove the boat slowly.
I turned the boat only to the place where the tears of the waves were lightly stinged.
Originally, he returned to his hometown, his hometown, and to a village by the sea, where he could be reached quickly after more than half a day.
The village was gone.
『.......』 Only a few pieces of wood remained on the surface of the water.
squash-.
When the waves hit the cliff, the pieces of wood rushed to the rocks gently swayed.
There were no survivors.
She looked up at the sky.
there were clouds It wasn't a cloud from the sky.
It was a cloud burping from the ground.
The clouds that came up from the ground were much thicker than those in the sky, and they had a much stronger body odor.
The whole sea was weeping bitterly.
“… … You have to avoid it.”
She steered the boat.
It was not only the hometown that disappeared.
neighboring villages.
Neighborhood Neighborhood Village.
Neighbors Neighbors Neighbors Neighbors Villages.
The villages that had stuck together like shells on the shoreline, which had been attached to only one piece of life, disappeared.
『Did you live?』 The villages that disappeared left only one survivor.
just like yourself “I’m alive.”
“The waves are crying.
I keep crying.”
Those who survived were those who could smell the waves just like me.
I, she, nodded.
"Know.
I can feel the tears of the waves too.”
“A lot of people died.
God was angry.
Should we die too?”
“You have to avoid it.
hurry.
You have to avoid it.
Follow me.”
“Where?”
“To the biggest town.”
They drove the boat.
One became two.
Two became three, four, five, sixteen.
They were all survivors.
Sixteen survivors meant the death of sixteen villages.
Only those who were closest to the waves in those villages could survive.
『Everyone died.』 There were no survivors in the largest village.
"none.
no one.
Nothing.”
“……”
She looked back.
Eventually, the number of boaters had grown to thirty.
Each time I crossed the village and went to the next village, the language of the survivors changed with me.
『Where are you going now?』 The first survivor you met had the same sound as you.
I could understand everything.
『Should Woo Should Die?』 As soon as they crossed the six villages, the sound started to go away.
I couldn't understand everything.
Still, I had no problems mixing the sound with the sound.
“It is a scourge.
The wrath of the gods.”
As they passed through the twelve villages, the voices began to cry bizarrely.
My ears were buzzing.
I could understand it if I kept my eyebrows slanted and listened, but it was difficult.
『■■ is crying ■■ inside ■■.』 As she passed through the twenty-four villages, she could not understand the sound.
I couldn't understand everything.
Only to be able to feel the tears of the waves.
That was the only thing they had in common.
『......』 I looked up at the sky.
It's been tens of days, and the world has been dark.
It was cold.
The fishermen shrugged.
He collected straw as much as he could to cover his flesh, but his teeth clashed hard.
Tak, even now, someone banged their teeth.
widely.
widely.
She, I, quietly listened to the sound of the teeth.
『You have to avoid it.』 『Eh?』 『Somewhere.』 It was a little ice age.
The era of providing comfortable rainwater and waves to mankind for thousands of years has come to an end.
The volcano was only a little hastened the end.
I knew this by knowledge, and she knew it by instinct.
to the south.
south along the coast.
Follow the swept villages and abandoned ruins, south, south.
『■■■■!』 How many villages have you passed? 『■■■■ ■■■■! ■■■!』 Suddenly, there were more than sixty boatmen following her.
She finally managed to reach the 'surviving village', but she couldn't hear the voices of the 'village people'.
even alittle.
The villagers were holding spears for some reason.
threw stones The spear they threw pierced the 'survivor' in the chest, and a stone broke his head.
with a splash.
with a splash.
The boat collapsed and the body fell.
The man I met in the first town turned around.
“Should we die?”
is a question I get all the time.
And she opened her lips for the first time and answered.
“No.”
There was a massacre.
The boatman picked up a stone knife and killed the 'villages'.
All the survivors, including her, were the best sailors.
Killing people has always been easier than driving a ship.
“What are these people saying?”
After the fight, she called the survivors of the forty-eighth village and asked.
He was, however, a fisherman who lived relatively close to this place.
You could still hear the sounds here.
『■■...
… .
■■■ ■■ ■■■......!」 『It seems like they say we will be punished by the gods』 The forty-eighth survivor translated.
He also said that he wasn't accurate.
“And they said we were pirates.”
“Pirates? What does pirate mean?”
“It sounds like you are talking about a seaman.”
From that village on, the survivors were no longer called 'fishermen' but 'pirates'.
The number of sixty pirates increased to ninety.
more.
more.
more.
more.
Just as the wreckage of a wrecked ship gathers together and waves, like young animals rubbing their skin on a cold day, the survivors of all the destroyed sea villages came to her.
『■■This ████.』 『The world is over.』 The boatman filtered the sound of the other boatman.
『■■■ ■■everyone.』 『Everyone is dead.』 『■■Does ■■■ ■■■?』 『Should we also die?』 Hundreds of fishermen looked at her.
And now she knew the answer she had to give, the answer she could give, and the answer she wanted to give.
It was as self-evident as the smell of waves.
“No.”
Even in front of two hundred people.
“No.”
Even in front of three hundred people.
“No,”
she replied the same way.
“You have to avoid it.
Follow me.”
Five hundred ships followed her.
『■■■■!』 There were fights everywhere.
I didn't know why I had to fight.
However, it was clear what could be achieved by fighting.
Grain was hidden in the 'village that did not perish'.
there were clothes There was a sharp stone knife.
There was no reason to refuse to fight.
『■■■! ■■.
■■■ ■■■■......!』 To the south.
south along the coast.
Sweep the village, leave the ruins, and go south.
South.
『■■■■■■!』 The world was cold.
The world was dark.
Just like a white shell clinging to a cliff of the sea, he was holding his life with his fingernails, so the world didn't end as long as he was attached to it.
『■■■.......』 Cheokpok.
Under the burning 'big village', she swung her sword.
『■■■■.......』 『■■, ■■■ ■■■■■........!』 『■■ ■■■■........』 ' The people of the big village shed tears.
Looking around the corpses, looking at the 'big villager' who is not yet a corpse, but who will soon become a corpse, she suddenly said: “What are these people saying?”
“……”
She called the survivors of the twelfth village.
The twelfth survivor called the thirty-second survivor.
Thirty-two is fifty-one, fifty-one the hundredth, one hundred seventy-seventh, one hundred seventy-two hundred fifty-second.
“Why do you want to listen to what these people have to say?”
Finally, the five hundred and eighty-one asked.
Dozens of interpretations were required to exchange one question and one answer with the five hundred and eighty one.
Dozens of people chattered.
like a wave.
Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave.
Dozens of overlapping times, the fishermen whispered to each other.
“These ‘big villagers’ are shamans,”
she whispered too.
“They know the magic of confinement.”
She picked up a clay tablet and showed it to the fishermen.
a picture was taken I didn't know how to read or write.
But magic is like that.
『If it is their magic, we can leave a sound.』 『Why do you want to leave our voice? A wave is a wave only when it strikes.
the sound disappears That's the wave's work, and we follow the wave's work.”
“This is 'somewhere' we can avoid.”
She pointed to the clay tablet.
One by one, he said while making eye contact with the fisherman.
I wanted them to look here and here.
“You have to avoid it.
here.
This is where I told you to follow.
I'm here.
we came tell me." "… … .”
“What are these people saying?”
The waves stopped.
“I don’t know,”
said the five hundred and eighty-one wave.
"I do not know." "… … .”
“I don’t know what they are saying.”
After that, the two hundred and fifty-second wave said he did not know.
The one hundred and seventy-seventh wave, the hundredth wave, the fifty-first wave, the thirty-second wave, and the twelfth wave said, small, do not know.
It made a sound as the waves swept away.
“No one knows.”
The waves fluttered at her feet for the last time.
“… … .' And the sound of the waves disappeared.
“… … .' Only the waves were weeping.
“… … .' I could feel the smell of tears.
at a very close place.
And, she knew why the smell never stopped.
Maybe I knew it was going to be like this.
Facing the blazing fire, she threw the clay tablet.
“Where should I go now?”
“I’m sorry.”
“This.
Where should I go?”
“I’m sorry.”
The fire burned.
『Where ■■ Ha■■?』 『Sorry.』 Tak, the fire burned.
widely.
widely.
“■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■?”
“I’m sorry.”
Quietly.
[Trauma implementation complete.] [Confirm that the subject's ego is maintained.] [End the penalty.] 5.
I think I heard the sound of a wave somewhere.
“You-----, what the hell are you thinking!?”
I hesitated and stood up.
"......." The procedure to revert to 24 hours ago did not work.
This is the first basement floor.
Did I mention that the passage of time is different from other floors? Or did the pillars who are managers arbitrarily put the brakes on their skills? As long as there is no fox by my side right now, my timeline doesn't have absolute priority.
Either way it doesn't matter.
- Rolling...
There is a noise in front of me.
There was a life that had become a noise.
Something that couldn't make any sound anymore, just growl.
what it was Chunkyung! It was bound in chains and thrashed as if it were going to run at me at any moment.
“So, you mean you can live the life of a dead person through trauma? So, you mean you can make a decision more accurately than me, who can only watch? is that your answer under." I drew my sword.
"okay.
Maybe it is.
But didn't you insist on asking the soul directly? Even if you see trauma, no matter how close you get, the soul doesn't speak directly----." And then, he cut the noise.
"-----What?" The wizard had no time to open his mouth and stop him.
The knife cut through the noise.
The noise didn't scream, maybe it was already screaming, so it was cut lightly.
The noise was blown away like ashes.
" card open.
[Activates the skill.] It is the gold I obtained earlier.
+ [White Demon Reincarnation (百鬼還生)] Rank: SSS Effect: Summons those you killed yourself.
The dead do not inherit their abilities while they were alive.
However, if you wish, the lion will inherit the memories and appearances of his lifetime.
They are just summoned as monsters if you don't want to.
+ I have lived a life of noise.
In this way, the [coordinates] of the noise were identified.
I cut a scream that had become a noise.
In doing so, it became possible to [summon] the noise.
therefore.
[The Hundred Reincarnation is activated.] All conditions were met.
The ashes that disappeared from the air came up again as black lye from the bottom.
The black water took more and more shape.
Eyes I know, faces I know.
With a gesture that was once me.
"......." The person with blue eyes resembling the sea blinked and looked at me.
It was quiet everywhere.
The primordial staff was looking at this side with its mouth closed.
The other pillars did not speak.
At this moment, the only beings allowed to speak were me and her.
"......." She opened her mouth.
"Who are you?" somewhere I think I heard the sound of the waves.
"Hello," I said.
It wasn't the first language I had learned since I was born, not the language that T.O.P automatically translates, but the sound that she learned through her ears and mouth while living her life.
.
For a brief moment they came from the distant sea, then hit the cliff, and disappeared white and white.
With the sound of the waves.
I could say her name: "The first wave." And, what it might be to her: “I am your last wave.”
I'll be somewhere for you.362.