Chapter 361: The Sky That Gathers Screams (3)

Chapter 361: The Sky That Gathers Screams (3)

4.

Before the world was completely enveloped in darkness, the last scene that caught my eye was the [Wand Of Ages] gaping in horror.

The wizard must have shouted something.

, -!?

However, I couldnt comprehend the sound the wizard made. My throat was already torn by the noise, and I hadnt even utilized aura to delay my death. Death came quickly and slowly.

[You are reproducing the trauma of the enemy that killed you.]

I couldnt keep up with the rapid changes in the scenery with the speed of my mind. In the irregular rhythm of fast and slow, something got mixed up. Like Water and oil. White and black.

And if I may say so, it was the soul with the spirit.

Like a single snowflake falling on a furnace, my dead spirit gently melted into the body that killed me.

[You are reproducing the trauma of the enemy that killed you.]

She was a fisherman born a very long time ago. Therefore, I was a fisherman born a very long time ago. In the repetition of the same words, she was me, and I was her.

Just like when I became Raviel. Just like when I became my master.

In the midst of the trauma of the human path, she-I stared at the wine-colored sea.

The waves are crying.

The waves were rough. I could smell the roughness.

The fisherwoman knew that water had a smell.

On calm days when the sun was gentle, the water was clean too. But when the waves came rushing from far away, the water sweated. It was a salty smell. When there was a smell of saliva, whirlpools formed in that rapids. It was a rotten smell.

And now, the waves were shedding tears.

We must escape. The waves are crying.

She merely muttered instinctively.

It was a time when humans had not yet emerged from the stage of beasts.

It was said that in the vast desert to the south, there was a golden temple as high as a mountain. The people living there were all sorcerers and magicians who could imprison all human voices into strange pictures.

I knew that the golden temple resembled a pyramid and that the sorcery was writing. She didnt know. In an era when only a tiny fraction of humanity enjoyed the blessing of writing, a woman was sailing, catching fish.

We must hurry and escape

Kurururur-!

Turning the boat around, the woman looked back. A volcano was erupting in the distance. Hot lava was bubbling at the top of the mountain. Black clouds. Lightning. Mud rain. The volcano roared as if announcing the end of the world.

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Instinctively, the woman slowed the boat, steering only to places where she could faintly smell the tears of the waves. It took more than half a day to return to the house, the hometown, the seaside village that could have been reached quickly under normal circumstances.

The village was gone.

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Only a few pieces of wood remained floating on the surface of the water. When the waves hit the cliffs, the wood pressed against the rocks gently rocked.

There were no survivors.

She looked up at the sky.

The clouds were hanging low. These were not clouds from the sky. They were clouds that had belched from the ground. The clouds that rose from underground were much darker and had a much stronger body odor than those of the sky.

The entire sea was weeping in black.

We must escape.

She drove the boat.

It wasnt just her hometown that had disappeared. The neighboring village. The neighbors neighbor. The neighbors neighbors neighbor. Villages that clung to the coastline like shellfish, barely clinging to a slice of life, were all gone.

Did anyone survive?

Each vanished village left behind at least one survivor. Just like herself.

I survived.

The waves are crying. They keep crying.

The survivors, just like me, were people who could smell the scent of the waves. I, she, nodded.

I know. I can feel the tears of the waves too.

Many have died. God is angry. Must we also die?

We must escape. Hurry. Hurry and escape. Follow me.

Where to?

To the largest village.

She drove the boat.

One became two. Two became three, four, five, sixteen. They were all survivors. The sixteen survivors signified 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. Nobody. Nothing.

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She looked back.

Before she knew it, the number of boatmen had grown to thirty.

As they crossed from one village to the next, and to the next after that, the language of the survivors changed from mine.

Where do we go now?

The first survivor she met had the same voice as hers. She could understand everything.

Do w have to die?

From the point of crossing six villages, the sounds began to diverge. Not everything could be understood. Still, there was no problem in mixing sounds with sounds.

t is divine punishent. The wrath of a od.

As they passed twelve villages, the sounds wailed bizarrely. Her ears buzzed. It was hard, but if she narrowed her eyebrows and listened carefully, she could understand.

are crying insi t

After passing twenty-four villages, she could no longer understand the sounds. Nothing could be fully understood.

Only the feeling of the tears of the waves.

That was the only common ground.

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She looked up at the sky.

For many days now, the world had been dark.

It was cold. The fishermen huddled their bodies. They covered their flesh with whatever straw they could gather, but their teeth clacked against each other. Clack, even now, someones teeth clacked. Clack. Clack. She, I, quietly listened to the sound of the teeth.

We must escape.

Whre to?

Somewhere.

It was the start of an ice age.

The era that had provided mankind with comfortable rain and waves for thousands of years had finally come to an end. The volcano had merely hastened the apocalypse a bit. I knew this through knowledge, and she knew it through instinct.

Southwards. Along the coast, southwards. Following the swept-away villages and abandoned ruins, south, south.

!

How many villages had they passed?

! !

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And then the sound of the wave disappeared.

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Only the wave was shedding tears.

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She could smell the tears. Very close by. And she knew why the smell never stopped. Perhaps she knew this would happen.

Towards the burning flames, she threw the clay tablet.

Where should we go now?

Im sorry.

With a thud.

Where should we go ?

Im sorry.

The flames grew higher.

where ?

Im sorry.

Thud, the fire blazed. Thud. Thud.

?

Im sorry.

Quietly.

[Trauma reproduction complete.]

[It has been confirmed that the ego of the targeted subject has been maintained.]

[The penalty is terminated.]

5.

I think I heard the sound of the waves from somewhere.

You, what on earth are you thinking!?

I staggered to my feet.

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The procedure to regress 24 hours earlier did not activate.

This place is the first underground floor. Did they say the flow of time here is different from other floors? Or did the administrators, the pillars, arbitrarily apply a brake to the skill? Given that Fox~nim is not by my side right now, has my timeline lost its absolute priority?

Either way, it doesnt matter.

-Gurrrrr

There is noise before my eyes.

There was a life that had turned into noise.

Something that could no longer make any sound, just growling. What it used to be. Clank! It struggled as if it was going to charge at me any moment, chained in iron.

So, by using trauma, you can live the life of the dead? And so, you can make a more accurate judgment than me, who can only watch? Is that your answer? Ha.

I drew my sword.

Yeah. Maybe. But didnt you argue that you have to ask the soul directly? Even if you see the trauma, no matter how close you get, its not like the soul is directly speaking-.

And then, I cut through the noise.

What?

The wizard had no time to intervene. My sword cut through the noise. The noise didnt scream, maybe because it was already screaming, and was easily sliced.

The noise dissipated like ash.

You, what now, what did you do.

Card open.

[Activating skill.]

It was the gold I had gained earlier.

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[Hundred Ghosts Reincarnation]

Rank: SSS

Effect: You summon those you have directly killed. The deceased do not inherit their abilities from their lifetime. However, if you wish, the deceased can inherit their memories and appearance from their lifetime. If you do not wish, they are simply summoned as monsters.

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I lived a life of noise.

Thus, I identified the [coordinates] of the noise.

I became the noise that turned into a scream. By doing so, I became able to [summon] the noise.

Therefore.

[Hundred Ghosts Reincarnation is activated.]

All conditions have been met.

The ash that disappeared into the air, from the bottom, turned back into black ash water and rose up. The black water gradually took shape.

Eyes I know, a face I know.

With a gesture that was once mine.

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The one with blue eyes, resembling the sea, blinked, looking at me.

Silence surrounded us.

The Wand Of Ages was silently looking this way, his mouth closed. The other pillars also did not speak.

In this moment, the only beings permitted to speak were just me and her.

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She opened her mouth.

Who are you?

Somewhere.

I think I heard the sound of the waves.

Hello.

I said.

Not in the first language I learned when I was born, not in the language automatically translated by the tower, but in the sounds I learned through her life, through her ears and mouth. Rough and unrefined. Carrying the scent of the sea. As if it briefly rushed from the distant sea, crashed against the cliffs, and disappeared white, utterly white. In the sound of the waves.

I could say her name.

The First Wave.

And, what I could become for her.

I am your Last Wave.

I will become somewhere for you.

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