Chapter 363

[Aaron Side Story Episode 34]

4. Those who yearn for power by themselves (5)

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The wind is blowing.

In fact, there is no actual meteorological phenomenon in this frozen dimension.

But Aaron felt that way.

somewhere not far.

A man was standing there.

The man’s name is Lidigion.

He was Niflheim’s foremost warrior and master.

Instead of his usual black uniform, he wore a white long robe.

what do you think

The man is immersed in agony with his eyes closed.

A long sword is worn around the waist, and a long object wrapped in cloth is hanging from the back.

This is not the training ground behind the cabin.

Aaron had to walk a long way to find the place.

A man was waiting for him in the field.

“You came sooner than expected.”

The man opened his closed eyes.

It seemed that he had noticed Aaron’s arrival.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No way. It’s been a while since I was able to organize my old memories. I don’t know if it was a few years ago. It was right here. The place where you confronted your master.”

“If it were my teacher...”

“Didn’t he tell me a story?”

“yes.”

“is it.”

Ridigion smiled bitterly and untied the object behind his back.

The cloth that hid the object came loose.

A slick, glossy window was revealed.

At first glance, it seemed unusual.

“Take it. It will not fall short of enduring your strength.”

Spears spun in the air and came flying.

Aaron managed to grab the spear.

The feeling was heavy.

“Do you know what happened here?”

“I do not know.”

“Two men confronted each other. One was standing still and the other was kneeling.”

Ridigion said with half-closed eyes.

The man standing insisted on a draw, but the man kneeling could not accept the result.

“Since I was born, I have not known defeat. I didn’t know what it was to lose. It was the same even after being summoned. I could have done anything if I wanted to.”

“I think you will. I have heard a lot of stories.”

“What did they say to me?”

“They said that he was an invincible swordsman who was chosen by the god of war and never lost.”

“That’s a gross exaggeration.”

“If you know one, you know ten, and if you know ten, you can awaken a thousand... He is a genius in the sky.”

It was as it was said.

In the world of nothing, no one can rise to the same position as him.

In fact, a man named Ridigion has proven it many times.

There is a waiting room called martial arts.

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It was a ranker account with a status similar to Niflheim.

The dimension is strong, but it has attracted a lot of attention for its unique customs and unique structure.

A world that believes in martial arts to the extreme.

The cultists there live for nothing and die for nothing.

Things like magic and psychic powers are just heresy there.

In the account called “Muryeon”, one’s own skills and realizations that have been honed throughout one’s life stand above all values.

The sub-master there was called Lianzhu, and he was a peerless strong man who was called the best martial artist in the world.

One day, such a person made a proposal that could never be made to an outsider.

‘Follow me.’

He wasn’t even from martial arts.

I was just an international student.

However, the person in charge of tens of thousands of believers, Yeonju, offered a position in the great history of Yeonju to a mere outsider.

This has never happened before in martial arts history.

Of course, the proposal was buried when the party refused, but rumors spread and reached Niflheim.

Even this was just one of the man’s many legends.

Like being able to cut enemies hundreds of meters away.

Like being able to split dimensions beyond the realm of the mind sword.

There were all sorts of rumors and speculation about the man.

Aaron listened to the stories of the men at the training center.

“Rumors are just rumors.”

Ridigion shook his head and dismissed the rumors.

“He’s just a coward who couldn’t stand his own defeat and couldn’t spread the truth. I am grateful to my master now. If I hadn’t realized my inadequacy, I would have poured all my energy into vain.”

A man’s eyes see the distant past.

The feeling of defeat that I tasted for the first time in my life.

Only then did the man understand the feelings of the opponent he had been suppressing.

He was able to accept his opponents as living, breathing human beings just like himself, not as simple chunks of meat that could be torn apart when cut.

“What is power without honor?”

“I don’t know.”

“A force without any direction breaks and ruins its surroundings.”

sereung.

A sword is pulled out of the man’s scabbard.

“If you can handle power, know it. Do it and be diligent. Strength without consideration, strength without responsibility, is just an evil that deserves to be cut down.”

Aaron grabbed the spear.

A dazzling window sparkling with silver light.

take a stance

“It was used by your master when fighting me. So is this sword.”

Lydigion laughed softly.

“So, how much leeway can I give?”

“You are quick-witted.”

Aaron scratched the back of his head.

Actually, I got a sense, but it wasn’t to the point where I could write it right away.

It took time to get it out.

“Begin.”

“yes.”

Aaron sees the man.

The one who has been chosen by the godless.

The one who has attained the talent and strength he desired is right in front of his eyes.

How much did you admire and how jealous you were?

In the end, Aaron couldn’t become like that man like his older brother.

nonetheless only one.

There is something I am confident that I will never give up.

Your own mind that wants to be strong.

A pure thirst for power.

Just as a thirsty person trapped in an endless desert longs for an oasis.

Just as a believer despairing of the world prays to a God who does not answer.

just wish and hope

Oases do not appear to those who are thirsty.

No matter how much we pray, God does not answer.

Layer upon layer of grudge and despair remains as a mirage.

If you can make that mirage a reality.

If you can turn your dreams and fantasies into reality.

Seekers dream.

The reason why he swung his spear knowing that Aaron would not become stronger.

Because it is an act that proves one’s pure longing.

As if praying to an unreachable god.

Like a desert passerby wandering in the sand.

Knowing that it would not end, he swung his spear and stabbed him.

He has always longed for power in himself.

“Can you?”

“As expected.”

“You may not be able to do it, but ‘someday you’ will. So Aaron.”

me someday

The young man immediately understood the meaning.

“You must die here. To entrust your dream to the next you.”

“...”

“You are not the one who can make that dream come true. He may have the same name as you, look the same, and have the same personality as you, but he must be a different guy.”

“...”

“That bastard won’t even know how hard you suffered here for hundreds of years and what kind of resolution you died. Even if you find out later, you’ll think of it as if it were someone else’s business.”

So you must die.

The boy said so.

“Could it be someone else?”

“I guess so. Do you have different memories?”

“When your memories change, you become a different person.”

“The next Aaron will not be able to endure your pain. So you have to bury those feelings alone and die.”

Does that mean that someday, even if the ‘self’ of the distant future reminds us of the ‘self’ of the present, they are not the same person?

I don’t know.

The young man did not know.

Only one thing was known.

That he had to disappear while burying his broken heart alone.

In order to let the next self carry on the dream.

So the first Aaron dies here.

die without being understood by anyone.

He dies in frustration of not being able to achieve his dream.

However, he dies while holding on to the hope of continuing his dream.

“Master.”

“...”

“Thank you.”

The young man laughed.

“My dream does not end here.”

“okay.”

“The next me won’t remember me, but Master remembers me.”

“okay.”

“thank you.”

The boy lowered his gaze and said.

“Sleep well. Dreaming of flying in the sky. And when you wake up one day, you will be able to fly.”

The young man closed his eyes.

A face that accepts everything.

The boy saw the young man.

I saw the fragments of life that had been shattered while chasing a dream that would never come true.

how many people have been here

How many people have died in frustration at their unfulfilled dreams?

“...”

The boy tiptoed over and put his hand on the young man’s forehead.

Afterwards, he wiped his face as if mourning the dead.

dump.

young man collapses

The heart was no longer beating.

“See you again, my brother.”

The boy turned his back.

The body of the young man soon began to turn to dust.

This world is a world where the laws of physics are out of sync with other places.

In this place born of the whims of the universe and system, time, space, life and death are twisted.

The young man’s corpse is scattered to dust.

The body has lost its form.

The dust eventually turned into a black mist and disappeared somewhere.

“I’m going to be bored for a while.”

The boy sighs and walks toward the cabin.

It is unknown when the next ‘Aaron’ will appear.

The unending dream will gather Aaron’s body and memories, which have become dust, like a magnet, and create a new form.

He may have memories of being outside, but he will not know the memories of being here.

It’s better that way.

so come back

As long as there is a dream, it will definitely come back.

the boy knew

So the twist continued.

It went back and forth countless times.

Their age cannot be judged by a mere thousand years.

In the world of eternity, measuring time itself was meaningless.

However, even if it is infinitely close to eternity, time goes by and dreams continue and spread their roots even in bondage.

So now Aaron saw.

I saw countless selves who passed away without realizing their dreams.

Even though their emotions and frustrations were not their own, they knew that their dreams did not end.

This is your identity.

Obviously not human.

It was an illusion and a shadow that dreams show.

It is a crystal of pure dreams.

So you can.

Distorting the laws of reality.

Being freed from the frivolous restraints of talent.

Aaron has already crossed the boundary between reality and fantasy, and in some concepts has become closer to a spirit and a god.

Therefore, karma is buried in a long time and reconstructs one’s existence from the beginning.

Using the despair and frustration of the past as food, overlaying fantasy on reality.

Therefore, to those who have mastered karma, the laws and limitations of the world are no obstacle.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Aaron opened his eyes.

An insidious shadow rose from his whole body.

“Excellent.”

Ridigion replied.

Dark energy began to gather at the tip of Aaron’s spear.

That look is the same as the fatal blow that Aaron pierced through Han’s Bifrost a while ago.

Aron consciously demonstrated a technique that could only succeed in the unconscious.

Whoops!

There was the sound of a bee flapping its wings.

The shadows gathered on the blades swayed in an illusion.

It looks similar to the thrust used during the event, but it is different.

The color of the shadow was much clearer and darker than before.

‘The shadow reflected on the moon.’

A stab that compresses countless shadows.

The power of that thrust is incomparable to anything.

No physical or magical means can stop this technique.

Aaron remembered.

I don’t know how many times it’s my memory.

Still, the master made it clear.

It was a technology that you would use in the future, and taught me indirectly.

Usage and name of this technique.

‘Gathers the shadows.’

Aaron ran out.

The extreme energy contained in the spear blade fluttered with smoke.

The target is the man right in front of you.

“Come.”

Ridigion’s smile deepened.

Yes, it was that ominous light.

The strength of the boy who gave him his first defeat.

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The tip of the spear that shot out like a shot went toward the heart of Lidigion.