Chapter 126 – 126. Pants Run (1)

You can feel the powerful destructive power of nature.

The power of the Spirit King of Wind is so powerful that it can turn from a gust of wind into a storm, blowing people away, and even destroying buildings if it puts its mind to it.

Silphid’s amazing destructive power.

The difference between when Alicia used it and when I used it was that Sylphid was very free.

In order to support the warriors with the power of Silphid, which only exists in the natural world, Silphid had to exert more power than usual, and naturally, it turned into a huge magic-eating pig that absorbed the magic power of the contracted person like a sponge.

Naturally, after using it once, Alicia became so exhausted that she could not even draw a bow properly, and Sylphid only did what she needed and did not take care of anything more.

I wasn’t close with Sylphid, and more than anything, my relationship was literally contractual. Because that was it.

Moreover, they were in agreement with me, so I couldn’t even identify them as friends.

When Silphid started running rampant, we should have retreated without hesitation.

When I think about then and now-

-Hoo~ Let’s have fun!

-Heavy rain, it’s uncomfortable. Can’t I change it to [Meu]?

-?

Mortus said something strange in the middle, but Sylphid also had a higher tension.

Of course, at that time, I made a big deal out of what I didn’t want to do.

Even while she is running wild, my magical energy is draining away in chunks, but it is being replenished at a fast pace to match.

And when I thought about my will, where I would blow and how I would blow the wind, I even realized it as is.

After all, the Spirit King is not the Spirit King for nothing.

I’ll say it again, glory to Elven Haim for entrusting Silphid to a fool who can only use such a good thing.

Fucking bastards.

This is truly a waste of energy.

You really put a troll like that on the expedition team.

Even just thinking about it, it was so great that the Spirit King, who could help me in all weathers, was tied up in chains named Alicia.

-Whoa, really, why do I feel more free in this state? If I, the Spirit King bound to this planet, had contained the power of Lord Mortus, I would definitely have died.

A cold wind blows, a winter wind blows. The cold wind blew like it was coming from Urus, a place famous for being extremely cold, but it didn’t cause any damage to us.

-That’s right, the life force of Clark, who signed a contract with you, is more powerful than the death I give you. That’s what it means to avoid the fourth death. For me, the Minister of Death, it is like finding someone suitable for the new power of death. And you, who signed with Clark, obviously have no influence.

As the saying goes, it seems that Silphid should have died as well.

This power also causes great damage to spirits, which are spiritual bodies.

Just by touching it, death is confirmed, and the power of the Great God of Death cannot be defeated even by the power of the Spirit King. In other words, the fact that Mortus appears in this world means that it is a world where death is confirmed.

Nevertheless, what kind of harmony is it that Elcadia remains?

…

I don’t know.

So far, there has been no major damage in the world.

There is no damage,

If there is any damage, it is a beautifully paved sidewalk.

As expected from the city, the sidewalks were paved with stones, but they were all blown away.

“You’re not asking us to compensate you for this, are you, Elizabeth?”

Gawain looks at Elizabeth and says: She would have legitimate concerns.

That’s because when adventurers and mercenaries fight inside the city and destroy things, monsters appear inside the city and they tell the people who destroyed it to take revenge.

“If you do that, that day will be the day when all Spartal officials are replaced. Hehe…”

“…”

Well, that’s right.

But, do I have the right to express my dissatisfaction with hundreds or even thousands of these things that I just watched and didn’t do anything about?

Fuck you.

Everything that was responsible for fighting against this and protecting the people was blown away.

“Ugh, what is this…My soul…Why-“

The result of Mortus’ power being carried by the wind is immediately visible.

Why on earth could it be that the cultists rushed forward without fear even though two warriors were cutting them vertically and horizontally with their swords?

And why were these people able to go to die without fear of death?

Isn’t that because death is not the end? Doubt.

“Ah…No…Fall…Crumble…Go…Soul…I can’t…Offer myself to him…Ahhh. …”

And it is connected to the monster that uses it as a host, and the belief is that even if they die, their souls will go to the god they serve, become food for the god, and ascend to heaven with the god.

This is a sound I also heard after being burned by cultists several times until my father himself moved to cut them off.

-My death will be a tribute to my god…

-Do not be afraid of death.

-Move forward toward your ideal.

-We are dedicating that child to our god.

Of course, what parent would tolerate bastards who want to sacrifice their son as a human sacrifice?

I didn’t know it at the time, but I think Dick was there too.

He was playing with me in the form of a child, but there was a strange man wearing a wolf mask with my father, and now that I knew it was Dick, I had memories of beating up all the cult members in Magia.

Even back then, there wasn’t a single one who was afraid of death while confronting my father and Dick.

So how?

What is the root of the problem?

This is because there is a belief that death is not the end.

What I like the most is seeing the faces of the bastards who have been devastated by the collapse of what they believe in.

Their souls are crushed here.

My concept of death has become tangible.

Death is cold.

And I think of the images of corpses cooling to death, and the images of cult members freezing to death.

At the same time, being torn apart physically and dying is a bonus.

To kill a soul, the shell surrounding the soul must be broken and the contents inside must also be crushed.

I have seen countless times on the battlefield, and the sight of opponents being torn to pieces and dying presented by those standing in front of me is a very common sight to me, how souls are crushed, and how soul-shaped monsters are torn apart and shattered.

I have seen countless times how it is created.

And it was easy to imagine it, and imagining how to kill the enemy was because I had been on an expedition for 5 years with people who could actually do it in front of me, and all I did was eat, sleep, and fight. I saw that I could kill and die in a variety of ways. Come.

And part of that wind blows behind us as well.

As expected, does it have some effect?

“Kuh, khuh!? What the hell is this-“

“Encircle it with magic power. I tried to prevent any unrelated people from getting caught up. I tried not to affect Nia and Shoggus since they are my descendants, but it is better to raise magic power to resist them. I did not let the wind flow in that direction. “You don’t like the cold, right?”

A cold storm of death is brewing.

A huge storm, enough to turn the street floor upside down, followed my touch, followed by spider webs, the cultists with spider webs attached to them, and the underground sewer from which they crawled out.

The cultists, who have been based on the underground sewers that have been lying beneath the city for a long time, continue to crawl out from there.

Naturally, a gust of wind pushed all the way there at once.

And their insides began to turn inside out, as they were torn apart and their life force was used up, and the gusts of wind that tore their souls apart did not even allow them to leave their corpses in the world.

If you ask me if I need to change my soul, I am convinced.

If we don’t change their souls now, they will continue to pop up.

Their purpose boils down to one thing.

Why, why – do we have to die?

The world persecuted us.

Why should we destroy this persecuted world?

A place where those abandoned by society and the world go.

In particular, it is natural that there are a lot of people like this in Spartal, where it is considered natural to weed out the disabled and the weak.

…

Most of the dead and dead cultists have hunched backs or are missing or missing somewhere.

These people, crawling on the ground, wriggling and dying with every imperfection covered in hideous chunks of meat, were spewing out curses towards the world and an unspecified number of people.

“…Tsk.”

They are pitiful and pitiful people.

“Clarke, don’t shake.”

“I’ve never done that. I know their hearts best.”

Elizabeth clicks her tongue and tells me not to be swayed.

Of course it doesn’t waver.

Naturally, I have been subjected to all kinds of damn persecution just because I have dark skin. Even in this shitty elite society, his abilities were clear, and he openly crushed those who criticized him just because he had dark skin.

Nevertheless, it was not recognized, there were enemies everywhere, and the result was the extinction of the family.

There are collaterals and exiles, but who knows.

Anyway, when their father came to Dunbringer, they were kicked out because of their behavior.

“You know?”

“Of course, if you ask me if I can speak for them, I can’t. I don’t intend to and I’m not in the same situation. I’ve never been hungry, I come from a good family, I’ve met good fathers, teachers, and friends, so I’ve had the opportunity to learn even though I’ve been discriminated against. Because there were enough. Yes, there were opportunities to learn and they just weren’t there.”

Opportunity to learn.

And…An opportunity to spread your abilities.

That’s the only answer.

And I took in Lorraine, who was neglected and no one cared for her.

After taking Lorraine away, I discovered Lorraine’s strengths and she blossomed them.

Therefore, Lorraine was once again highlighted as one of Magia’s leading talents, and Lorraine seized the opportunity. And now he had no choice but to go up.

They responded to my suggestions, made choices, received my teachings, and followed my path.

In the end, Lorraine was able to show her value to the world in a world where she was ignored, despised, and alienated.

That’s why I say it.

They didn’t even have that opportunity.

Lastly, I was deprived of even the opportunity to show myself.

And I told Elizabeth.

“I mean, neglected children, untalented children. You said you were teaching children who were considered trash by other professors because they had no talent, right?”

“…It was like that, right?”

Because I said so.

Because I said it to her and her other colleagues.

Meanwhile, Alicia was asking why she was doing such a useless thing, but she didn’t expect that reaction from the beginning anyway, and Kogan’s response was to ask if there was any time left, and if everyone doesn’t do it, isn’t it natural that there must be a reason?

That’s what I said.

Well, that’s right.

Most of them either had an innate problem or were so weak-willed that they didn’t know what they were good at and were just gaslighted to death.

But there was no need to look at those who openly said I was a genius.

The limit to how far they could go was clearly visible, and of course they were going to run into it and become frustrated at some point.

Those people who were praised by those around them as being geniuses or something like that were overly arrogant, and from the point of view of teaching them, it was no more difficult than forcing them to teach big-headed bastards, and I didn’t need the honor I gained from teaching them.

It wasn’t even fun.

Well, it wasn’t fun teaching the kids who knew everything from the beginning, but I enjoyed it more when I saw the kids who couldn’t keep up and were happy to catch up.

Oh my, these cute babies.

Then you can do the next one too, right? It was a lot of fun to tackle something more difficult while doing it.

Naturally, when children learn that they can do it that way, they follow along tenaciously so as not to miss out on that joy or opportunity.

That’s why it was fun.

Naturally, what I focused my attention on were the students who had failed and were labeled as underachievers, and in Spartal terms, they were weak people who could not fight.

One of them was Lorraine, and everyone should be given equal opportunities and know what they can.

Only then can you prove your worth to the world.

I didn’t do anything to disappoint her, but I did everything I could to support her and help her find her own path, and as a result, Lorraine found her own path.

That’s why I say

That opportunities should be given equally.

“So, these people had no chance to be active in Spartal, so they were stigmatized and pushed hard, and then something like this ended up here. Isn’t it cursed? Isn’t it shitty? I wasn’t born because I wanted to be like this, so that’s why they are assholes. “How could it not be unfair to be abandoned and have to die for just one thing? I understand that you were driven into this because you were deceived by the bullshit that you shouldn’t have been born and that you have the right not to be born.”

“You understand this?”

“I understand, but if you try to kill someone else using that as an excuse, you should be prepared to die yourself.”

I understand, but I cannot forgive.

I am also good at mental victory on such topics.

Well, if that wasn’t possible, I wouldn’t be able to live so stubbornly until now.

I sympathize with them in that they were not even given a chance, but I do not forgive them.

If you pick up a sword and swing it at someone else, you must pay the appropriate price and be punished appropriately.

Even if you are given the opportunity, you may not find it.

But.

“It can’t be fair to everyone. Even if equality of opportunity is provided, such as providing the same opportunity, inequality and dissatisfaction still arise among people… Well, even if you can set the table, you have to spoon the spoon and eat it, etc. “You have to be aware that there may be foods that don’t suit your body, right?”

“It’s a very realistic, yet very dirty way to feel.”

“Not everyone can survive. That said, there will be dissatisfaction that such a shitty reality is happening and that no measures are being taken to deal with it. But… You see, the result is this, right?”

The Spartals despised them and left them to die.

The result was that the cult took root and gave those who had been abandoned the power to stand up again, and the result was this large-scale riot.

Considering that most of the cultists are physically defective people with tentacles attached to their limbs, who wouldn’t if they could see the blood of those who looked down on them and abandoned them, even if they had that kind of power?

And as a result, it can be said that the elite strong soldiers did something stupid, and their anger left a meaningful mark on the world.

Even though I understand the emotions underlying their actions, their actions to overthrow the ruling system and kidnap me cannot be forgiven.

After the storm is over, all that remains is silence.

“No matter how shitty I am, I don’t want to eat it even if you put a meal on the table, and there’s nothing I can do when my body doesn’t receive it. I’ll try to save everyone, but I can’t die from those who come with knives and ask why I didn’t save them, right?”

“The most ideal thing is for that person to take another opportunity and leave, saying the same thing happened to the person who gave him the opportunity.”

“Are you really hoping for a miracle like that?”

“…No, this damn world has already given up on miracles like that.”

In the end, you can only save those who can be saved.

You can only give a chance and take in those who take that chance, and of course you can’t save everyone.

Anyway.

I’m busy just lifting up those who have the opportunity.