#146
146. Hello
I opened my eyes.
The gray sky was shining.
familiar landscape. It was an accommodation in the waiting room.
“…”
I blinked.
The wounds on the body were nowhere to be found.
The bones that had been cracked into hundreds of pieces, the blood vessels that spewed out blood from all sorts of holes, and the muscles that had been torn to the limit were all intact as if they had never been.
Survived.
In the end, he didn’t die.
‘this.’
He smiled bitterly and shook his back.
I didn’t feel any pain. It was fine as usual.
Only one side of his head was slightly numb.
I put the sheath on my belt and left the room.
The drawing room of the 1st party hostel was empty. looked at the watch 2:45 p.m.
After clearing the 30th floor, it was time to prepare for the party.
‘It was a post-war party.’
There were quite a few survivors back then.
Because close to 20 people survived.
What about now? I couldn’t check them all, but death messages kept coming to my mind even while I was on my way to the temple.
I came out to the square.
Of course, there was no way the party was ready.
The plaza on the third floor was empty. Isel was moving her cart, flapping her wings through the open vault door.
[Ah, Loki!]
Isel, who was pushing the cart, approached.
[Woke up? I was surprised! It was okay not to die. Are you okay?]
“As you can see.”
I nodded.
As long as you don’t die, any wounds will heal.
“Is that a keepsake?”
I looked into the cart.
The wheelbarrow contained a variety of items. From clothes to letters and teddy bears to iron cups to sewing kits to books.
[huh. The Master ordered it to be kept.]
Issel scratched his head.
[Surely, there are only a few owners of the items. eight people? Other children cannot enter the storage room.]
“How many dead?”
[Thirteen.]
I clicked my tongue.
More than half of the raiders died.
Of course, there was no time to throw a party.
‘Eight to enter the storage room. The other five… … .’
They are slowly forgotten without leaving anything behind.
I couldn’t help it. Storage space is limited.
[Will you follow me? The door is open now.]
“okay.”
I walked after Isel.
The entrance to the archives was located in a secluded corner of the plaza.
I ran after Isel, who was pushing the cart.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted with a unique scent.
I’ve taken over It was familiar yet unfamiliar. It was the scent of the ossuary.
The interior was similarly structured. Long wooden display cases were lined up, and mementos were placed in each compartment of the display case.
“What do you mean me!”
I heard someone yelling.
I shifted my gaze.
Kishasha was sitting in the corner of the storage room.
“Isn’t this a warrior-like death or nothing… if it was going to be like this…”
Kishasha murmured while shedding tears.
“Leave me alone… you guys…”
I met eyes with Kishasha, who was crouching down.
Kishasha wiped away her tears.
“Is it you?”
“How many lived there?”
“I’m alone. Everyone is dead.”
I closed my mouth.
“I was lacking. I couldn’t properly lead the clan that believed in me and followed me.”
“I am…….”
Kishasha shook her head.
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. If it wasn’t for you, we would have been wiped out right away. I decided to leave it to you.”
“…”
“I want to be alone.”
Kishasha was sitting quietly in front of the belongings of her people.
I turned my back and went to the next compartment. I saw the backs of Edith and Roderick and two others.
‘There were victims in the 2nd party.’
The girl who always shook her head was nowhere to be seen.
Did you say lily? Issel was storing sewing tools and a teddy bear in the upper compartment of the display case. It seemed to belong to the girl.
I watched their backs for a moment, then moved on again.
The leftmost shelf. In the corner of the hallway, except for Katio, the members of Party 1 were gathered.
“Are you awake?”
Belquist, noticing the presence, turned around.
A face that is no different than usual. I couldn’t stay calm.
“The archer kid strongly insisted on having a memorial service. I wanted to train…”
Nerissa kicked Belquist in the shin.
Belquist furrowed his eyebrows.
“What are you doing? It hurts.”
“You ignorant bastard.”
Belquist crossed his arms without replying.
“Even if you’re a senior, you’re not a god. When you fight, victims come out. If you stick to each one, there will be no end. I think becoming stronger at a time like this is the way for a wizard woman.”
“It only takes one day. One day.”
Jenna said in a low voice.
“They risked their lives and fought alongside us. And they died to protect us. Can’t you do something like this?”
“I don’t mean that.”
Belquist frowned.
“Brother, come here. Unnie must have been waiting too.”
“The dead can’t wait… ugh!”
Nerissa punched Belquist in the stomach.
Belquist hesitated and retreated.
“This is a bit… painful…”
“Buy and earn a hawk, this bastard.”
I passed Belquist.
Iolka’s belongings were contained in the rectangular glass at the top end of the display case.
Fur coats, luxurious fur scarves, and colorful fans. These were gifts I gave in exchange for research. It was usually well-groomed and everything was in pristine condition.
If you were a Master, you could see videos and illustrations from the hero’s life in the archives, but I’m just a hero. No signal appeared in front of my eyes.
“I wish I could go back to the 35th floor.”
Jenna sighed.
Then he opened the showcase and took out a white envelope.
“It’s my sister’s will. I thought it would be good for my brother to read it first, so I left it.”
“You want me to read it?”
“Of course. I’m sure you want that too.”
I opened the envelope without saying anything.
As far as I remember, this will was written right before I went to the 20th floor.
It’s been a while, but it probably doesn’t matter.
I stopped before opening the envelope.
It was a strange feeling. After realizing that I had come to this world, I decided that I wouldn’t care who died. don’t look back I was thinking of going anyway. But now.
‘… … That’s great.’
I took the letter out of the envelope.
I opened the crumpled paper and read it.
<Oh, this. Is the will correct?>
<I don’t feel like writing a will!>
considerable handwriting.
It was scrawled letters.
<Wills are written by the person who will die, right? It has nothing to do with me! I will never die. I will definitely return alive. So this is just graffiti. I’ll use it my way. Because no one will read it anyway.>
‘… … .’
<Hey! Han Israt!>
<Puppies, sea anemones, mutts! fool! idiot! fool! die!>
<I didn’t like it from the first time I saw it. why do you torment me like this? My son, I also grew up in my hometown. Make fun of me, bully me! Doing a lot of weird things. I will definitely revenge this! I, the genius wizard Iolka, will pay the price for making fun of me!>
<Melong, do not get angry, peekaboo!>
Next to ‘Peekaboo’ was a picture of a distorted circle sticking out its tongue.
It seems to have drawn a human face, but it was quite difficult to recognize.
<Hey!>
<Please be nice to me!>
<I’m waiting, you fool. I don’t even know people’s minds.>
The will ended there.
I closed the letter
“Have you read it? What is it about?”
“I only wrote useless scribbles.”
I smiled and handed the letter to Jenna.
As Jenna reads the letter,
“……sister.”
He buried his head in the display case and began to sob.
“I go first.”
I walked out of the storage room at a quick pace.
I passed the plaza and headed to my room at the inn. She locked the door and sat down in a chair.
‘… … ha.’
It hurts more than you think.
than any pain I’ve ever been through.
My head felt like it was going to explode.
“Isel.”
[uh?]
Isel appeared with the light.
“The dead hero is…”
I closed my mouth.
Are you asking because you don’t know? can’t survive
As a ranker in Pick Me Up, I knew best.
[You can survive.]
Isel stuck out her chest.
[If you clear the 100th floor. A destroyed world is recreated. Heroes live a new life there. I will lose my memory, but.]
“Is that so?”
[Yes. I heard it directly from the director.]
“I get it.”
I waved my hand.
Isel circled around me and disappeared as a light.
‘It’s the first time.’
It was a fact I didn’t know.
I closed my eyes.
<Master.>
I opened my eyes.
The ring on his left hand was emitting a black light.
“Is it Yurnet?”
<I’m glad you’re safe.>
“Somehow it worked. I also woke up.”
<I can feel it. You seem to have grown even more than before.>
yes.
It has succeeded in breaking through the limit, which is said to be an essential gateway.
I chuckled.
<Master.>
“What.”
<Would you like to return to Niflheim? I don’t want to see Master like that.>
“Sounds funny. Are you going to run away now?”
<I just… … .>
“Don’t ever say that again.”
<Sorry.>
Yurnet’s voice faded.
I spoke.
“I’m sorry. It doesn’t seem to be in good shape.”
<I understand. I had a time like that too.>
I remembered.
It wasn’t that the five of Niflheim were in the same party from the start. Each of them has experienced the death of many of his comrades at different parties. In the meantime, they merged into one.
<Master, I believe you will overcome.>
“Of course. What do you see me as?”
It’s just a day’s retreat.
If tomorrow comes, if tomorrow comes… … .
i forget
‘no.’
ask
will ask
So that it will never come up again, deep in my heart.
“Nothing will change. I will climb the tower.”
<Yes. We are looking forward to the day when the Master conquers the Tower.>
“It’s enough to know.”
<Please take a good rest.>
Yurnet’s voice cut off.
I took a deep breath.
After a while,
[Welcome to Pick Me Up!]
Amkena has logged in.
[Loading has finished.]
[TOUCH ! (optional)]
Entering the main screen, Amkena immediately moved the screen in the waiting room.
The place where I was sitting was enlarged. Amkena continued with the next manipulation.
[Gift shop!]
[Purchase ‘War Horse Statue’ with 5,000 gold.]
[Purchase ‘Wreath’ with 3,000 gold.]
[Purchase ‘Flower Necklace’ with 1,000 gold.]
‘hmm?’
[Start item synthesis!]
[Optional Materials – Warhorse Statue, Corolla, Flower Necklace]
[Complete Item – Unknown]
[Do you want to synthesize?]
[Yes / No]
[Kudang-dang-dang-dang!]
[Fairy Power!]
[Good!]
[Synthesis complete!]
[You have acquired ‘Mourning Warhorse Statue’.]
[I present the ‘Mourning Warhorse Statue’ to ‘Han(★★★)’!]
The light flickered in front of his eyes, and the warhorse statue fell.
I snatched the statue. A white garland was worn on the horse’s head, and a necklace of flowers was draped around its neck.
‘A statue of a mourning warhorse?’
Amkena didn’t move the screen as if to watch my reaction.
I was dumbfounded and burst into laughter. I’m not kidding.
I never thought I would do something like this.
I got up from my chair.
He trudged and put the warhorse statue on the display stand.
Among the statues, it was a figure that stood out.
‘… … condolences.’
Can you commemorate the hero in the game?
As Loki, I couldn’t do that. Heroes who died during missions were treated as consumables.
‘It’s fun.’
changed the layout.
Other statues were galloping beside the statue of a mourning warhorse in the center.
[Plays the record from the archive.]
[Selected Hero – ‘Iolka (★★★)’]
Iolka’s illustration and status window came to mind.
Iolka had her signature confident smile.
Amkena stared at the unchanging screen for a long time.
‘wait.’
It doesn’t take long.
up to the 100th floor. It was a very brief moment of patience.
Amkena cuts off the connection and the night deepens until dawn passes,
I was looking at her picture.
