Chapter 483: 483 478. Born abstainers.txt

Why?

Why the hell did you go back to ......?

The 99th layer is just a large, empty space.

If there is a labyrinth-like device, there is only one bottomless swamp of blood.

In the middle of it, I dare.

Fafner, who had just escaped, jumped back in on his own.

That place is a magical space created by the cleaner (Neesha).

One of the hells I once created, the 'lowest level' of Fania itself should be waiting for me.

Moreover, there's even a nasty rule added to the [The One Who Steals Blood's Reason] [Never Return] of [The One Who Steals Blood's Reason]. If it's Fafner, he should know the horror of it better than anyone else. And yet, why--

'Oh, that's funny, Fafner: ....... You don't hold a grudge against me?　Or are you crazy?　Have you really gone mad at last?

It was an action that had to be thought of as such.

And in line with that Fafner, the enemy Glenn, who was fighting me, also moves.

While retreating, he calls out in a whisper to the basement (shita).

'Fafner Helvirshine, thank you ....... Now I can hunt down Seldra too, without a care in the world: ......

I could feel the wariness in Glenn's words.

My wavering heart lifted a little.

Because I expected him to use his last bit of strength to kill me.

--But what I see is the complete opposite.

Glenn was bloodied and retreating, releasing his 'demonization'.

The deformed part of the deformed part of the body would transform and return to human - it would not transform back into a human being, but would melt into a slurry and liquid form before turning into a particle of magic power.

''Wha, what ......!　What the hell are you guys doing?　Where are you going?　Glenn Walker!

The only thing keeping Glenn alive right now was the power of 'Demonization'.

If a monster loses its life force, a person without a heart cannot survive.

But without hesitation, he released his "Majinization" without hesitation.

And as much as he retreated afterwards, he painted a bright red road on the ground.

The amount of blood loss is extraordinary.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot more blood from the gaping hole in your heart than the damage caused by the release of the "demonization", but the amount of blood flowing out of it is just too much.

Well, tasteless .......

Tasteless, tasteless, tasteless ......!

We are exceeding the limits of life.

We need to extend our lives. When I was a kid, I couldn't do it, but now I can at least help others to recover. It's not too late if I come over and touch them: ......!

...... hk!

However, it was difficult to move.

The black thread is still entangled in the body.

I'm sure you'll be able to see that the black threads extending from both arms are still intact even though Glenn's body is disintegrating after his transformation into a demon.

It's absurd.

It seems that they are consciously keeping only the wings of insects, but doing so would break the boundary between "human" and "monster".

There is no way an ordinary human body can have the organs of a monster.

I stop myself from shouting in condemnation of this suicidal folly.

''Glenn!　You're gonna die!　Here!　This is not the way to die, is it!

Hearing this, Glenn shook his head without stopping to retreat.

'No, it's not different. ...... Seldra Queen Fillion, do you think we deserve to die cleanly?　We're the ones who have been killing people, using that whole "natural born difference" thing as an excuse.　In the end, satisfyingly, do you get what you want?　There should not be ......

Glenn clenched his fists and tightened his wings, stopping me in the opposite direction.

A splendid capture - but I don't shake it at all.

Now that I'm straining to get out of the tangled 'black thread', all I need to do is shake it a little to sever it.

And yet, Glenn continues to stare at the puddle of blood that Fafner left and mutters in a swallow.

'I can hear it, from the pool of blood (over there) ....... You can't change the 'past' and you can't redeem ...... forever. So, I'm going to suffer more and more, and I'm going to join you ....... The curse of the souls drawn to me from the depths of hell--

'You idiot!　I can't hear you!　The only thing in that basement with a soul is Neisha!　I won't have anything to curse you with.　There is only the magic of mental interference!　Otherwise, it's your mental illness!

'No, this was the real voice of the dead ....... Snow is right, people won't forgive me, they won't let go, and they keep cursing me. ...... You'll fit in (and understand), Serdra.

I screamed and denied it, trying to make it look at me, but Glenn wouldn't listen to me at all.

I had no choice but to put all my real strength into my body and try to head down it.

My dragon's skin would be able to shred whatever it was, whether it was iron wire or not--

............?

It was supposed to.

The black thread is unbreakable.

It's impossible. That's strange .......

No matter how special a "witch" you are, it's just an insect's wing ......?

They should be so fragile that they can be ripped apart just by touching them.

Are those wings going to hold me, the dragonborn, captive?

I cower to my eyes, wings and tail included, with confusion, and try to escape.

All the while, Glenn continues to speak.

'Let's not take the easy road anymore, Seldra. One day your bad self will be killed by a 'hero' ....... The poor family will have someone to help them instead ....... It's time to wake up from those convenient 'dreams'.

It's not a dream!　They're right within reach!　You have a God right there who will make it happen!

I was hit with a figure, and I quickly said back.

Then I turn my gaze to the doorway that leads to the 'deepest part'.

Beyond that, there is a convenient 'hero' who defeated the 'evil dragon'.

I'm desperate to show that, but the answer that comes back to me is soft and cold.

''Kanami-kun, you're just a mirror. It's just a boy who is cowardly enough to be disliked to play the part. ...... don't push it too hard.

............!

I couldn't say anything back.

But here, the 'black thread' suddenly loosened.

The 'black thread' that touched my stubborn skin started to melt and tear.

This is how you can move.

But that also means that Glen's condition is so close that he can't even maintain the black thread.

I hurriedly shake off the restraints of the disappearing black thread and chase after the retreating Glenn.

''Glenn!

Blood Lotus.

A spell was cast to try to stop me from doing so.

Naturally, I ignore it all and try to shove my way through.

But gulp.

It catches, as if my ankles were grabbed.

"............?!

It was a rare sensation in my long life to be stopped in my serious steps.

Bewildered, I looked down and saw that on the red path that Glenn had painted with bleeding - a red crystal in the shape of a lotus flower grew out of the ground, its petals biting into my leg like a monster.

The Crystal Flower ......?　

Chi, earth magic or ......!

I've been informed by Kounel that Glenn is the only one who can use earth-based magic.

But I haven't heard that it's so brilliantly honed.

No, to begin with. How can you use such hard and strong magic in your current state?　A combination of blood, given the circumstances and color?　It's a strong magic, just like the one that steals the logic. Once you became an agent of the 'Blood Stealer', did you gain a special 'magic formula'?　Then the 'cost' is life?　Or is it life?　Anyway, tasteless. Really tasteless ....... Hey, if you keep this up ......!

Yeah. As it is, I will die a monster and become a magical stone.

Glenn read the busy thoughts in my head.

Surprised, I turned my gaze - to see a man in tears, laughing bloody and laughing.

'............!!!'

I can read Glenn's thoughts, though this one is a bit too.

Because we're the same.

I'm the same way, so I get it.

'Hey, you're crying ...... because you still think you're not allowed to, right?　You're afraid of not being forgiven and going to hell, aren't you?　We're so close to an easy place to die, oh, we're so close: ......?　So why bother trying to suffer and die?　Don't be so quick, Glenn--

That's why that 'worst' is more than Kanami-kun's 'plan'. ...... From now on, both me and Fafner will be defeated in the 99th layer (here). You are the only one left. Serdra, you will have to walk in succession.

'Ts, take over ......?　What?

The 'real hero'

Glenn turned his gaze to his sister Snow, who was lying behind him.

I understand that that descendant is inheriting the will of the 'real hero'.

That's why I don't know that I'm going to inherit it at all. There is no man who is less worthy than I am.

'Oh, you don't deserve it any more than anyone else ....... That's why it's going to be a more painful road than anyone else .......

Wait. I'm the enemy, okay?　And you want to take over?　Don't you think it's funny just now, ......, that everything is funny?

He continues to deny it in a shaky voice.

Glenn continues to retreat.

He is no longer beyond a fatal wound, and his body is beyond death.

But he continues to move with an uncommon mental strength and wariness - and yet there was no intent to kill me at all. Glenn continues to speak to me, who should want to kill me.

"Serdra. When you take over, there's finally no way out. ...... I'm going to be the magical stone that will keep encouraging you to kill from hell. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work for you. ...... That's a really 'bad' ending. But that's the only way the two of us could really go for it, don't you think?　...... Hey, Serdra. Come with me and keep up the good work.

Bitterly, as if resenting a grudge enemy - but gently, inviting us to talk to the same 'demons'.

We, the unforgivable, should choose the path of suffering, not easy, more than anyone else. So, "Let's be 'unhappy' in hell together," I could tell from his expression (kaos) and reflexively shook my head.

''Ya, stop (or stop) .......''

'Oh, I'm going to stop running away (from) it. Because we've found out that we won't be forgiven (・・・・・・) until we die, and we won't be forgiven (・・・・・・) after we die (......). Somebody (...), someday (...), will forgive me (・・・・・・・), not (・・・・). So I've decided that even if I die, I'm going to keep screaming at you ......, no matter how feckless and shameless, so that all the blood I've shed up to this point will not be in vain ....... You too ......, don't waste your 'Evil Dragon of the Evil God Killer' and go fulfill it .......

His gaze turned to the magic door that leads to the 'deepest', "Go," he said, "Go.

I don't understand the reason.

Really, I don't understand what Glenn is saying.

So, I was frightened.

I cowered at the dying man who was receding and retreating backwards.

And finally, the dying man's impossibility was haunting--

'Run, don't run ....... Not someone else, but himself, has to go ......, as the 'real bad dragon (・・・・・)' ......--and hell. ......, live and leave ......--

Interruption.

At the same time, Glenn fell backwards.

Halfway down the road to his sister Snow's bottom, he laid his bloody body down.

Unmoving.

From that fallen body, a pool of blood spreads out - and more than that, a large amount of light particles begin to rise.

The entire labyrinth has a 'magic formula' that turns monsters into magical stones. With the application of leveling down, the 'demonic poison' of the dead creatures is purified without leaving any residue and incorporated into the circulation of the stars.

Under its influence, all the 'black threads' that were stretched across the 99 layers began to disappear.

The red crystal that had been holding my legs together also shattered into fragile pieces.

That means that now Glenn is treated as a monster and is dead--

'What about ......?'　What about ............ and ......?

And dead ......?

Right now, right in front of me, Glenn is ......?

I didn't feel real.

I let my finally freed body wobble around.

I stepped on the path of the red crystal flower with a crunch and made it follow.

As long as there was no magic or 'black thread' to restrain me, I would get there in no time.

I'm optimistic that he'll still be alive, and I reach out my hand - my fingers touch the cold body above the pool of blood, and a chill runs down my spine.

'----!　Ah, ......, ah, ah, ah, .......

I know from long experience that there's nothing more I can do about it.

Knowing that's why I was able to walk away - I let my voice swell up by an anger I didn't understand anything about.

'Bah, you idiot ......!　Also, there's probably more: ......!　So why, why do you guys always, always, always, always!

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As he spoke, the fingers that touched Glenn poked through.

The decomposition of the corpse by the labyrinth's 'magic formula' no longer had any substance to it.

'............!　What about the death of a man who lives in the present day (now)?　Wrong way!　I, who was dead a thousand years ago, will die with you, who live in the present day!　A story that links the past to the future!　And if it's not, ......, it would be crazy not to!　Time is a thing!

As if to escape, he withdrew his fingers and stepped back.

Then he continued to shake his throat, as if to fool his trembling fingertips.

'That was the story!　Finally, I can take my life as a 'hero'!　You, the next hero, will inherit that life!　And someday it will be passed from you to Snow-- and on to the next, and on to the next!　The story of the 'hero' being passed down!　Glenn Walker was an asset to the human race of the future!　In the Lord's 'plan', I saw you saving a lot of people in the distant future!　On the contrary, I'm a debt to humanity!　I don't know when I'm going to make anyone 'unhappy', I should have died here!　That's what everyone wanted!　Both the 'souls drawn' to me and the 'souls drawn' to you have been 'ideal' stories for everyone!　That's the power of The Purple Thread!　God help us!　And yet, why!　Why disobey!　God's guidance, Glenn, disobey me.

I pushed myself to my knees and slapped the ground hard with both hands.

It shakes the entire labyrinth vertically.

I continue to howl as hard as I can, making cracks in the 99 layers of wide, hard ground.

'Fafner!　You're a traitor!　Why?　Why are we only here as idiots?　d*mn, they're all good-natured idiots!　Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!　Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--ahhhh, ha, goo--gah, gahhhh!

I coughed out too much of my full strength.

Not only did I exhale, but something raw and warm came out of the back of my throat.

In other words, vomiting.

The 'dragon man' (dragonite) who swallows everything does not choose what to eat. Whether it's sand, iron, or the waste that crumbles everything, I've eaten everything and turned it into power.

I threw up.

"Guh-ah, gah-hah!　Gohohoho--!

Vomit, sob.

Painful and unbearable.

But I don't adapt.

My adaptation is fading. Even so, Dragon Newt's natural ability to adapt is high. Even the poison of the immortal killers decomposes in an instant, so if there's a reason for my suffering, it's--

Ah, ah, .......

I can only assume it's right in front of me.

The man who poisoned me said, "Live through hell".

And I thought I could finally die, but I was left alone, alone, and I was finally--

Why won't anyone kill me: ......

I'm going to say that.

All along I've been waiting for "someone" to stop me.　

I took on the role of a gatekeeper whose role is to lose, no matter how you look at it, and that's the setup. But no one would try to beat me. No one is coming to kill me. ...... Is this another 'curse'?　Is it because of "adaptation"?　Or is it 'escapism'?　Is it because I had two?　So how is it different from the other 'things that steal reason' (everyone)?　

The nausea doesn't stop while the thoughts run through my mind.

The 'State Abnormality' does not recover spontaneously. It is definitely not an ordinary poison, nor is it the "poison of the immortal killer". The poison that had undergone a different ritual and met certain conditions had now infected me.

I continue to swear in frustration at that unhealable 'state defect'.

'Ahhhh, GlenGlen....... Glenn Glenn Glenn ......!　d*mn it, d*mn it: ......!

Splendidly, I was able to surpass the resistance of the "Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)".

I can definitely say that Glenn read all of our intentions and went over me (...).

Yes.

He's gone.

When you die, your soul gets connected.

It is the repository of all souls, and via the path that leads to the Deepest Depths, where our God Kanami is.

Glenn chose that path and went ahead to the 'deepest' beyond the 99th layer gatekeeper Seldra (・・・・・).

Of course, that's a play on words. It's either a weak man's quibble or the ravings of a con man.

But I couldn't help but feel defeated by the outcome of this battle from earlier.

'Oh, I'm ......?　This me ......, lost (...)?

There was no future for that at all. The "plan" is perfect.

Just in the right place, there was a flow (...) that God allowed me to become a demon stone for good measure.

After firmly reminding myself that "Seldra's 'strongest' magic stone is useful when fighting Kanami," there was a neat flow of ...... that I could entrust to Glenn, the only one who would definitely 'get along' with me... ..., and yet .......

Glenn was anticipating it. And he took advantage of the fact that I'm just going with the flow. So the only thing left to do is--.

'............!　Oh, oh, no!　Oh, gosh, the magic stones of Glenn. ......!　The magic stone is aaaaaaaaahhhh. ......!

Among the particles of the disappearing corpse, a red-copper colored magic stone was left behind.

When I saw it, I screamed because I knew at a glance that it could definitely 'relate' to me - not only that, but that it would only 'relate' to me (・・・・・・).

Furthermore, you don't need to touch it to know.

It's a good thing that you've got a great deal more to offer.

You can get that man's black thread and immortality poison, and you can go further and further.

By eating this real, strongest magical stone, I will be able to go to a higher level...

Oh, I'm ......, go ......?　

From here on out: ......, even higher: ......, me?

It's ...... and it's ......!

My gaze turns to the magical door that Glenn was looking at in his last moments.　

My body begins to shake weakly with trauma as I remember the mythical being beyond it.

'Aaaaahhhh. ......'

I can't go.

It's not about the opponent being strong or unable to win.

That's a god who forgives without mercy, no matter how unforgivable they are, that one.

I'd choose self-determination rather than face that horrible mirror once more.

--But.

However, if I make a suicide decision now, there will be no one in this world who can 'get along' with this red-colored magic stone.

''---- Ugh!　Ugh, ugh, ugh. ......

I held my mouth, pushed myself to my knees, and squatted down.

I'm so frustrated at losing the battle with Glenn, the hurt, the pain - the battle for my life - that I finally let a single tear fall from my right eye.

He curls up in a huge man's body and sobs and weeps with sobs.

The legendary general and the supposedly invincible Dragon Newt, but I'm too pathetic to do anything about it.

I don't want to go to ...... anymore. Why am I the only one with this ......?

I hated it like a child.

I'd throw it all away right now.

--But...

But if I give up now, Glen's magical stone and his life would be for nothing.

Not wanting to face that fact, I squatted down and covered my mouth, eyes and ears.

I want to run away like this, until the end of The End of the Festival.

But I can hear it.

From underground.

From the depths of the earth and blood, the voices of the dead resounded.

"--Run, Luna ....... You have to go, not someone else, but yourself--

Glenn is relentless and encouraging (・・・・・・) even after he dies.

I hurriedly looked up and saw a pool of blood that seemed to be the cause.

The person who made it was that poor Fania girl--

I'll forgive you for that.

I remembered that girl and how I was allowed to be kicked once.

I shake my head, wondering how there's any reason for that, and turn my attention to this boy Fafner who I dropped into hell.

''--Seldra-san is the person you can rely on more than anyone else. ...... I'm sure he'll help Kanami-san better than us--'

I had no choice but to avert my gaze from the pool of blood now.

Just beyond that averted gaze was the figure of Snow, curled up on the battlefield, sleeping.

''--I want to go with you and save Kanami--''

The overly positive voice of a descendant still alive is most unacceptable.

I excuse myself in an upturned voice to Snow, who isn't even awake.

'Oh, you guys ......, oh, you're crazy?　I'm just going with the flow, man. Hey, what can I trust you with?　How can you trust me, when I've d*mned you all to hell?　Absolutely not. I'm just a pain in the ass to live with. I'm ......, and I don't want to make anyone 'unhappy' anymore .......

I shuddered and squatted again.

From experience, I waited for time to get used to it and let it pass.

In other words, 'adaptation' of the 'curse' once again. No, is this an 'escape' to 'adaptation'?　Anyway, it's a 'curse'. There's also the "constriction" given to me by God. If I can make use of the "curse" well, soon I'll be able to feel a normal "happiness" again...

To feel ......, to be able to feel?

Are you sure?　Will it really be?　

A thousand years ago, even if you 'adapted', it was ultimately painful to laugh and have fun.

Nowadays, even if you try to "escape", laughing and having fun is not easy anymore.

The happier I was, the more I wanted to die.

But I can't die yet. I'm still not forgiven for losing to Glenn.

''Ughhhh!　Uhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh. ......

I let out a sob.

His shoulders shake in small increments.

The tears make a mess all over my face.

I shrink my body to the limit, wetting the ground with rags.

I cried, regretting my decision to take the easy way out, thinking that I would rather be bored with everything.

A grown man is so miserable.

You think I'm going to be the real hero?　Don't make me laugh.

'Ahh, kuha, haha, aha, gah, ghoho--!　Ahhhh... ......

--Limited.

With tears streaming down my face, I feel the limit (・・・・・・) for the second time.

The limit that was stopped just before in The Eighty-First Trial, with the kind God (Kanami) taking care of me, is now exceeded by me.

'Gu, Glenn ......, Snow, Fafner, everyone ....... Oh, I can't do it like you guys ....... I can't go ....... Because I'm ......--

I slowly looked up.

I looked up at the blotchy sky, trying not to let tears spill out of my eyes.

The ninety-nine layers of the labyrinth are wide and high, and the space is as open as the ground, and it looks like the sky is there.

However, from that looking up at the sky, now - a rain of blood (・・・・・・).

The power of the 'one who steals the reason for the blood' that was maintaining above the 98th layer must have been lifted.

Ah, ah, .......

Now, the cleaner (that guy) has been saved: .......

Unlike me, he was able to get a heart-to-heart with that ghost-mixed boy .......

That's why the labyrinth is broken: .......

A long history of blood that has been going on for a thousand years is now ending.......

Everyone is ending, everyone is ending .......

Leaving me alone ......, everyone else will be gone first .......

I continue to look up, bathed in a rain of blood.

I'm not going to be able to get out of it.

--I miss my birth, I mutter to myself.

It's a wound in my spirit that I wanted to lick with Kanami, who was born the same way.

But Kanami is God now, so I had to lick the wound by myself.

'Guys, I'm ....... I was born (・・・・・・・) and I was defective (・・・・・・・・). And on top of that, my environment sucks, ....... Because of the 'worst' rituals, I became a really helpless 'bad dragon (guy)' ....... Kuhu, kuhu, kuhu, ......

The tears continue to spill out in rags as the blood rains.

The big man continues to cry loudly.

Because the wound he should have been used to hurts.

It hurts as if he had been poisoned, a wound in his mind.

It really hurts, so I have no choice but to let it out.

"I wasn't just the 'strongest' creature, I was a flawed creature itself. ...... And yet, I longed for normal 'happiness' ....... Keh, defective, so I ran away from it right away. A thousand years ago, I said to God, "Please let me "adapt" to this world so that I can die feeling normal "happiness" ......," without any shame, even though I was a "failure". Shamelessly, I went to ask God for forgiveness ....... To pray, I went to ......!　Ah, haha!　Ku, ku, ku, ku, goh, haha, haha, goh, goh, hahahahahahahahahaha!

Cry and laugh. It was the first time limit of a thousand years ago (・・・・・・) that it was whitewashed from a stomach that had run out of even gastric juice.

It was the real 'deepest' history.

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