The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 557

? Episode 557. Everything depends on what you think (1)

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[Master of the Heavenly Demon (Master): Demon King of the fourth throne. His strides contain tremendous power. A formidable history will be contained in each step you take.]

You have stepped into the realm of Heavenly Demon Reign.

The words I said come to mind.

Is it still not possible?

‘I won’t lose anything or anyone anymore.’

Suddenly, I feel like I can hear Mrs. Choi Kang-hee’s voice.

-“It’s been a while since our Hoyeol brought someone home.”

Other people.

Even my family doesn’t know about my ‘past’.

You know that, right? Granfell?

In that sense, I will ask you a serious question.

Nothing more.

My wish is not to lose anyone.

Was it just a farce in the end?

‘….’

Actually, I knew it early on.

Maybe that’s why I desperately turned away.

The players and the Arcana didn’t have a very deep relationship. Even if you leave me and betray me, I won’t be hurt.

Like ‘past’.

In some ways, that must have been really unreasonable.

Should I be honest?

I still haven’t forgotten.

I still think about it sometimes.

Senios’ boyish smile every time he manifests [?Absolute Zero?].

Harkon’s two legs every time I go to battle.

Every time I look at the night view of Seoul, I hear Yugweed’s voice.

So, it was not an easy choice.

Accepting the shadow mercenaries as Akshan’s demon hunters.

Others may ask why that is so difficult.

I mean it wasn’t for me.

Nevertheless, I was the one who thought I would bear it in the end.

But this was the result.

I failed to protect Granfell.

The shadow mercenaries are members of Akshan.

It was then.

“It’s not far-fetched.”

Granfell opened his mouth.

“It all depends on what you think.”

…okay?

‘It depends on what you think.’

What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

If it were my normal self, I wouldn’t have even snorted. But this time, I wanted to believe. At this moment heading to the pantheon, I wanted to believe in Granfell’s cubic crystal.

And I witnessed it.

Once, twice, dozens of times.

The former shadow mercenary members who are constantly dying and clinging to the God of War. There was no need to wonder how the dead were coming back to life.

“…why?”

The vision blinks with Kitsch’s voice.

[The ‘Shadow Contract’ belongs to you.]

You have signed another contract, everyone.

And you, the shadow god.

The contract was handed over to me.

The Granfell style of speaking is starting to make sense.

-“It all depends on what you think.”

Yes.

Depending on how you think about it, you might think that the shadow mercenaries are alive and well. But… Unfortunately, I witnessed it with my own eyes.

The sight of them rejoicing like children over Kitsch’s contract being broken.

Yes.

Even after tasting that freedom, everyone once again threw themselves into the abyss of shadow. Why? Unless you’re an idiot, you could guess it just by looking at Kitsch’s mesmerized expression.

It was all for us.

Again.

I remembered every step.

‘Now I understand everything.’

From now on.

‘It was something I couldn’t ignore, Granfell.’

You can’t stay upright with half-hearted determination.

There is give and take in everything.

To protect something.

It meant that it was impossible to be merciful forever.

“That’s it.”

A voice rings in my head.

“It is right to kill the God of War as well.”

I, who was not denying anything, opened my mouth quietly.

“As of now, it is time for unilateral disposition.”

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The martial spirit was speaking.

Again.

The gait of the approaching man is extremely arrogant. His posture is full of flaws, and his slim body and flashy clothes will not be able to withstand his onslaught.

It was whispering constantly.

however.

…I flinch.

The body did not listen.

The God of War repeated to his senses.

‘It is an incomprehensible being.’

Incomprehensible.

Infinite strategies and tactics in your head.

A being that cannot be understood even by martial senses.

The reason for that decision was simple.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

The throbbing that goes up through your feet.

The pantheon was shaking.

To be precise, numerous relics sleeping in the pantheon’s underground treasury were responding. Relics of unparalleled antiquity were revealing their presence in front of the man.

As if facing the owner.

‘…This cannot happen.’

Relics.

God of gods.

Even the goddess could not handle the sacred relics as she pleased.

It was natural.

Relics were not created by someone.

God of War From the moment he first opened his eyes.

Even before all gods existed.

Because holy relics were substances that already existed.

That is why karma was required.

Only by understanding the meaning contained in the relic through karma could one finally contact the relic. So the God of War had no choice but to retreat without realizing it.

…That’s it.

‘Why that man?’

…Jump, bump, bump.

‘Are we welcoming it as if we were anxiously waiting for it?’

…Jump, jump, jump.

‘Holy relics…!’

That won’t happen, though.

Even if the man’s karma is close to 10,000.

The relics would not have reacted first.

‘Then there is something even I know about.’

Between that man and the relics?

Hold.

If so, we will plan for the future. Since the relic reacted to the man, the moment the man got his hands on even one relic, he had no chance of winning.

But this wasn’t the end.

‘Where have you been hiding, you abominable goddess?’

The story would be different if we killed the goddess who abandoned the pantheon and ran away and stole her karma. Crash. The god of war ran ahead without looking back.

Sigh.

He grabbed hold of the floating Shinsu’s hair and held it as if holding reins.

Then he hurriedly left the temple.

What was your first feeling of fear?

There was more relief than shame.

I couldn’t believe it myself, so much so that I laughed out loud.

“…Fuck you.”

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Arcana Continent Biography.

When it was just a game, the process by which most events became known to players was similar. First, NPCs begin to open up about the incident one by one.

In that sense.

“The game’s settings remain valid even after the cataclysm!”

“Don’t you just want to drink more?”

“it’s crazy? “Do you know what kind of alcoholic I am?”

“It’s too late for us to get upset. We’ve been hanging out here for three hours already. What about us?”

Kingdom of Yusra.

The Golden Calf Tavern was filled with players with their ears pricked up. But there was rarely a story to be told. Why do they say there is no room for that?

An angry voice comes through the speaker.

-It was truly an overwhelming victory. We bring you a vivid video of the Allied Crusade that won an unprecedented victory against the Goddess Church and the Pantheon…!

My tongue sticks out automatically.

“Rather than that, I wrote a dark story this time thanks to Lee Ho-yeol? “I seriously wrote to the community that this could be a close call, that this could be an unprecedented crisis, and that I would put my finger on it, but I was completely banned!”

“But why are your hands still attached?”

“…Let’s not say scary things, it will ruin the taste of the drink.”

Regardless of the assurance, he coolly admitted that he was wrong.

I still couldn’t understand it in my head.

A lament uttered out of injustice.

“But no matter how much you think about it, doesn’t it make sense? At the exact moment when Lee Ho-yeol appears, the Goddess Church collapses from within, the gods stop revealing themselves again, and in the end, the item that seemed like Guyver’s hidden card becomes useless!”

Yes.

Actually, if it is Lee Ho-yeol.

I thought that might be the case.

Because the performances he had shown so far didn’t make much sense.

But this was physically impossible.

“No matter what, doesn’t Lee Ho-yeol have one body? But how can they move so simultaneously? “Unless you literally saw through everything and prepared for it…!”

“You could have seen right through it.”

“…yes?”

Suddenly, a voice came from the table next to me.

“He might have seen it all through.”

The person who continued speaking was a woman with a unique atmosphere.

Although he covered his entire body with a long robe.

The face that gives off a strange atmosphere is not covered.

‘…Wait a minute, she’s so damn pretty?’

The man nodded without realizing it.

“Oh yes. “I’m sure Lee Ho-yeol could do that!”

The man’s gaze quickly scans the table next to him.

How can this be a coincidence? I would like to suggest that we all sit together.

Then, let’s look at the table calculations over there first

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One two three four five six seven bottles…?

Wait a minute, why is there no end?

What are those bottles scattered on the floor?

‘Do you think a whale would die if it drank like that?!’

I’ve been to the Golden Calf pub several times, but I’ve never seen that many empty bottles in the world. I thought that Rock Kid, who had a reputation for being truthful, could drink that much alcohol.

Doridori.

‘That’s beer and this is liquor, right?’

…Heep.

A hiccup that comes out reflexively.

If you calculate it for joint seating instead.

I ended up pouring all my savings into the cracks.

The man quickly closed his mouth and turned his head.

Oh, I changed my mind.

“Really, Lee Ho-yeol is amazing, isn’t he? haha.”

“Ugh, you idiot.”

“Why are you so scary sometimes?”

To the point where he pretends not to notice even when the man across from him scolds him.

The woman at the next table.

Mary, Witch of the South Sea.

Again.

She filled her glass again.

‘I thought there wasn’t much to do in the future.’

A social venue in space and time.

The reason Mary was always drunk and lying around was because of nightmares and auditory hallucinations. The day when his own people, the Descendants of Twilight, were devoured by a bad omen.

-Please save me.

-Live, definitely live, Mary.

-Sister…!!!

It was to cover up the screams of that day with alcohol and fall asleep.

So, the bad omen falls.

Now that the Descendants of Twilight have returned to the Arcana Continent again.

There was no reason for Mary to get drunk.

…gulp.

So far.

Descendants of the pure-blooded magic clan Twilight.

That sensitive sense reads sounds.

To be exact, the sound of unconsciousness deep inside humans.

-Is this really good?

-It’s not a joke, I’m almost scared now.

-Why didn’t the Magic Tower warn you last time?

Awe.

Mary knows the meaning of that word better than anyone else. Because I have been watching the great family Cloudy. The emotion of awe is necessarily accompanied by an emotion called fear or terror.

‘Without those feelings…’

Because you can’t look up to someone.

In that sense, the voices heard were completely natural. But even though I knew all that, I… Mary looked at the empty bottle with lonely eyes.

“What am I worried about?”

Even though I kept tipping my glass, my voice did not quiet down.

-No matter what… Lee Ho-yeol is also human.

-How long can I trust Lee Ho-yeol?

-And if you think about what you showed on Jeju Island…!!

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Click.

I look around the community with an indifferent gaze. All of it was just nonsense. I felt like my eyes were going to rot just looking at it, so I threw myself on the bed.

“What the hell do you know?”

Then I glance at the bookshelf.

A particularly thick book.

That’s Seongseon Middle School.

It was the 21st graduation album.

Kim Hyun-min bit his chapped lip.

“…about Hoyeol.”