Chapter 431

Memory Palace (4)

Antares looked down at the fallen Amilla with an expressionless face and relaxed his grip.

Leaving behind the sound of the powerless fall, I turned my gaze toward the fresh-blooded cephalopod that was still watching the scene.

The expressionless face of Antares changed to a subtle smile as if the screen was turned upside down.

“It’s been a while, Kamrodal. How are you?”

[...] ... Could it be that The wounds you stabbed at that time still linger on the back of my head and haunt me.]

Kamrodal replied slowly.

[But the pain of that wound made me forget the madness for a while and devote myself to the Order... ... . Thank you for that fact... ... .]

“That was definitely my mistake.”

Antares laughed lightly.

“I was in a hurry because I didn’t have time. I learned late that if I failed in trying to kill an apostle, I would rather increase the power of the church.”

[I know you’ve been wandering all over the continent doing similar things... ... . What you want is not simply to interfere with the church’s long-cherished wish.]

Despite Kamrodal’s sharp point, Antares did not respond.

He just smiled with a soft expression on his face.

There is no change in his expression even after he kills 15 lives that were alive just a moment ago with a single gesture.

It is because they understand how distant from humans they have risen to the position of priests and bishops beyond serving the end of the open sea.

Even in the midst of everyone struggling for a better ending, the uniqueness of the church is a variable that can never be ignored.

Even though they have the same human form, their contents are monsters that cannot be called human anymore.

And at its pinnacle, isn’t the existence of the apostle the ultimate strength of the church that serves the leader?

The blood gushing out of the heart of the fallen priest is weakening, and the mental network that Amilla connected is also fading.

Antares said, lowering his head towards the slowly disintegrating cephalopod figure.

“The next time we meet, it won’t end like this.”

[This is meaningless bravado. I’ll ask you one thing before that.]

The cephalopod asked, glancing back at the fallen Amilla.

[What did you say to Amilla? There is very little information that doesn’t sound right to my ears, but the conversation you two just had didn’t translate in my head.]

“... ... Right. Haven’t you heard yet?”

Antares nodded.

“That’s enough. In fact, I also wanted to ask that one last time.”

[...] ... What?]

Wood Deuk!!

There was no further answer.

It was because the entire cave collapsed at the same time Antares lifted the shoe and slammed it down.

Quagwa!!

In the meantime, the bodies of the priests who had been scattered were also buried between the bedrock, losing their shape and turning into a handful of blood.

Antares, who escaped from the cave at some point, looked down at the scene he had created for a while, then turned his head.

One day, all the principles and truths he knew lost their meaning and collapsed.

Antares staked everything on himself to peek into the future, and in return, he also confirmed his own ending.

Prophecy and omniscience are by no means the same power as omnipotence, and there are facts that cannot be known even if you pay a huge price and peek into the future.

Even now that we have confirmed our own end and end at the same time as observing, we cannot give up as long as there is a future that can still be changed.

The very existence of Antares would be shattered if the balance was even slightly lost among the countless branching points of the future.

Even knowing that, Antares struggled to change the course towards the end even a little.

“Camilla? it’s me. Tell one of your clients, Evan, that things went well.”

Antares, who took out his cell phone from his arms, made a call as he turned toward the city.

“okay. I mean you don’t have to worry about this. Say you won’t pay anything in particular. It’s okay if you show condescension instead.”

A faint smile spread on Antares’ lips before he knew it.

“Do you know me? well... ... . Probably so. Because it’s not important. Let’s leave it for fun for later.”

Even if you lift the curtain and peek into the future, there are things you cannot know.

For Antares, he welcomed ignorance rather than understanding, and believed that there was hope in the unknown rather than the known.

The ending he had observed and understood was a cruel tragedy not only for himself but also for everyone else.

Any pain is acceptable to stop the mistake that started with a moment of stupidity.

Carrying karma meant just that for Antares.

The figure of Antares slowly fades through the stone dust rising from the collapse of the cave.

Only cold silence remained in the highlands of the undeveloped district where the sound of footsteps had disappeared.

* * *

[It’s really rare for a leader to step up in person, so be blessed.]

Lennok, who had been listening to Mila’s slightly condescending voice, also laughed.

don’t ask for much Even if you can’t meet in person, it’s enough if you can reach the fact that you’re doing well through this.

Darby flicked his tail and let out a sigh while Lennok looked away, thinking of the blonde wizard who was still engrossed in his research.

[Just find your contact right now and I’ll send you a message. I’m writing a new thesis. Is this one word enough?]

“... ... .”

That day, Lennok put aside his second thesis work for a while and immersed himself in the tail stimulus response experiment to evolve Darby into a Samiho.

The result was a spectacular failure.

* * *

Kirik... ... .

Light spreads through the huge lens that rotates in front of your eyes.

The light penetrating the retina slowly penetrated between the pupils, and I began to change the amount of light to observe the condition closely.

Lennok tried not to close his eyes, trying to meet his own reflection through them.

[The biological response is normal. You can take your eyes off it.]

At the same time as Oliviera’s telegraph resonated, the heavy machinery that had been approaching right in front of me slowly retreated.

A bizarre shape that looks like a giant telescope with its head attached.

Oliviera swung the telescope head to one side, shaking her head, and said as she sat down on a chair in the lab.

[The stabilization process has been successfully completed. It’s close to a miracle compared to the careless use of the magic eye, so thank God.]

“It was inevitable to solve the problem in Madrid quickly.”

said Lennok, rubbing his eyes.

“Of course, I used it while calculating the payback.”

At that point, if he hadn’t been able to find his hideout in Madrid and had been dragged around, he wouldn’t have solved the problem yet.

Didn’t he find the memorial tower in Madrid and collect all its commands and powers thanks to imitating Chilchaebo’s magic eye ability with his right eye?

[Do you know how delicate the human eye is? At the point of establishing the basic foundation, forcibly hitting the ability itself is no different from madness. It’s not enough to be thankful that I didn’t go blind.]

Under Oliviera’s guidance, he had built the foundation to unlock his supernatural ability in his right eye, but copying Chilchaebo’s mystic eye at first was tantamount to madness.

It’s not another magic eye, but a superlative causal modification type of magic eye that directly projects her image.

It wouldn’t have been strange to see Oliviera, who didn’t know about Lennox’s talents or senses, take her own eyes.

“Strictly speaking, it is not a proper imitation of your demonic eye. It’s just the extent of fixing the physical state at the point of view.”

Lennok smiled at Oliviera’s plaintive answer.

“To be honest, dealing with causation in terms of superpowers means... ... I still don’t know what that means.”

The reason Lennok was able to do something similar even though he had little time to properly study Chilchaebo’s Mystic Eye was not because he fully understood the meaning of causal fixation.

It was possible because she remembered all the flow of the magic eye she showed and projected it with magical power.

Of course, it has not been able to imitate the ability of the Mystic Eye, which uses a combination of seven magical powers, let alone causal observation and fixation.

However, Oliviera rather snorted at Lennok’s words.

[You don’t know what it means when the Mystic Eye is first opened and the ability you chose is related to observing reality. Do you think Chilchaebo’s Mystic Eye was perfected with this kind of power and supernatural power from the beginning?]

“... ... .”

[Even if it is an ability that relies heavily on innate talent, it is natural that it can be formed in different directions according to one’s own efforts and adjustments.] Oliveira muttered,

looking into Lennoc’s right eye.

[As your strength and hierarchy grow, the power of the Mystic Eye will also expand in a different direction. It is a supernormal ability that is allowed to those who project their images into the two demons.]

“... ... Did you already know?”

When Lennok smiled and touched his right eye, Oliviera sneered as if he had thought he wouldn’t know.

[It would be rather strange if I hadn’t recognized the mystery... ... . That’s probably the reason why I tried to imitate my demonic ability, even if it was degraded.]

Her voice was still cold, but rather, between them, there was a blatant hint of energy.

[Are you planning to aim for more than that, starting with the fixation of the causal observation I chose as the destination? ... . The arrogance of the idea pierces the sky.]

“You are not wrong.”

Lennok laughed bitterly instead of retorting.

“But it was necessary.”

It does not end with ending a fight and enjoying victory.

It was necessary to constantly prepare a platform and opportunity for growth and move upward based on the experience of countless battles.

Instead of relying on one’s own talents, it is about using what is available to the limit and seeking out possibilities.

Studying the Mystic Eye and opening it to infuse new abilities were also part of that effort.

The ability engraved in the newly opened right demon eye is close to the deterioration ability of causal fixation and fixation from the perspective of reality, but that was enough.

Lenok had intended to apply the ability of the Mystic Eye to directly fix the Ouroboros magic system to his right eye and use it.

Oliviera’s words did not end there.

[Moreover, at the point when the power was shared through the right magic eye, the originally opened magic eye must have grown.] A

rainbow-colored light obliquely illuminated Lennok’s face.

The left demonic eye, which was covered with cracks like broken glass, had been repaired neatly before I knew it, revealing the smooth pupil.

[You must have already started to see something new in that purple magic eye, right?]

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