167 – Colleague (2)
“… “Jegal is a star.”
Choi Si-woo looked at her for a long time.
You can feel the passage of time as if it were an eternity.
Of course, in reality, less than a minute had passed, but to him, the exact time was not important.
For him, it was 15 years of being with Jegal Eunbyeol.
“…… “
Stretch out your hand.
But soon he hesitates.
The realistic thought that it might break if I touch it.
And he felt sorry for coming so late to the topic that he was the only one left alive, so it held his hands like shackles and made him sink heavily.
“… ”
As if it was painful to watch anymore, Yurika approached and said a small prayer.
A storage method that increases the strength of objects and increases their decay and preservation.
It’s not a great success method, but it’s never been as helpful as it is now.
“… Thank you.”
“No.”
Choi Si-woo, who expressed gratitude for Yurika’s consideration, hugged Jegal Eun-byeol’s body.
―Choi, Mr. Choi? Hey, Choi, you seem to have gained some weight recently… Don’t you?
―Huh? Do you know that now? You’re such a pig… (Puffuppuck!)
―hehehehe, hehehehe. The recently developed grape cube combat rations… I think it’s because it’s so delicious… I have never weighed more than 45kg in my entire life!
―… So how much is it now?
―Well, it’s rude to ask something like that! That’s why there are no women!
―… No, there are a lot of women who like me.
―… Ooh, ooh! That, that, that’s even more annoying!
“… You screamed that you were on a diet, but you really only had bones left. Mr. Genius.”
Choi Si-woo recalled memories of his past and made a meaningless joke.
How far has progress been made?
When he reached the steel passageway he had seen once, he stopped quietly.
“… Choi Si-woo?”
“Yurika. “It’s dangerous, so stay back.”
Jegal puts the star down on the wall and walks forward.
A stench that makes your nose rot.
Various liquids, presumed to be various chemicals, flow like a river and create ripples like a calm lake.
A decomposing body floats above it, giving off an eerie atmosphere.
“…… “
And in the center there.
A red skeleton was standing motionless.
There was a considerable amount of energy rising from his entire body, as if he was not an ordinary
Undead.
The resulting energy formed a unique armor, and the burning thoughts captured the soul of the deceased and were trapped in a bone prison without any flesh.
“…… Surely, ?”
Yurika, who was watching, let out her words in astonishment.
.
A common ‘undead’ that appears everywhere, whether in fantasy or games, and a notorious being as a death knight who symbolizes the power of Ilshin.
“… No.”
Choi Si-woo expressed denial and shook his head as if it was not that bad.
Yurika was shocked when he realized her true intention with those words.
“… Is it really ?”
“… Maybe.”
Monster.
Even if they are of the same race, origin, and type, they have different levels of power.
Although they usually have the power of a mid-boss, some of them have a number of advantages over the final boss of the dungeon.
And that skull in front of me was clearly the latter.
The level of a Is usually determined by how strong the grudges and thoughts they had during their lifetime were.
Usually, he moves using the curse on the person who killed him as the driving force.
“… “Rackle.”
That stupid skeleton in front of me had only one thing as its driving force, the belief that it would not allow it to pass by.
As evidence, even though we made eye contact, he did not run at all.
‘Suho’. ‘Protect’. ‘No matter what happens’.
Only these three words were all that made up him.
“…… “You foolish bastard.”
Choi Si-woo felt the blade burning into his chest.
It burns. Is it a flame? Is it a wound? I don’t know.
Something hot in my heart.
It made only one small, small place tingle and caused pain that was like a scream.
Pus is flowing. The fluid is flowing.
Choi Si-woo, feeling everything, pulled out the sword from his waist.
Take one step at the same time.
That moment.
The skeleton reacted like lightning and rushed forward in no time.
The energy of wind and light is flowing through both of his hands.
What soon emerged was a rust-colored sword with powerful cutting power and a huge, blunt greatsword that looked like a lump of scrap metal.
Dual summoning that can be activated only when the unique ability Is activated.
It was the Wind God Sword, the sword of the Gwangma.
Kagagak-!
Sparks fly in all directions.
The skull’s dual arms and Choi Si-woo’s sword clashed, causing a harsh noise.
A sharp wind blows.
However, the sword Choi Si-woo wielded clearly contained a scream-like sadness.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Rattle.”
Wow! Choi Si-woo struck the skull’s chin with his fist and then followed up with a series of kicks to the skull’s abdomen.
With a splashing sound, the skeleton lying on the liquid turns back and takes a stance.
“… “Rackle.”
Did you sense that the other person was not in a good mood?
A stronger energy begins to flow from And .
“Come.”
With those last words, the skeleton rushed towards him like crazy.
One of Choi Si-woo’s few friends.
A comrade and close friend who was with me in life and death in my past life.
The identity of the skeleton was none other than Song Jun-ho.
*
[This is a Monster.]
[ Unleashes his thoughts!]
[The thought of Is protection. All abilities skyrocket against enemies trying to pass by.]
“Rattle!”
Boom boom boom!
Kwakwakwakwakwa-!!
Kwaaang boom!-
Continuous explosions explode.
The swordsmanship unfolds faster and more fatally than the explosion, as if dancing.
Song Jun-ho abandons his emotions and moves only with ‘belief’ before he dies.
Is that so?
His reaction was like a very elaborately created fighting AI robot.
‘… Anyone who sees it will think we put it together.’
If an opening appears, attack it without any hesitation.
If there is an opportunity, it will attempt to attack somewhere else.
Attempts to break the balance, destroy the opponent’s defenses, and ultimately take his or her life.
In the process of constantly clashing swords, Choi Si-woo actually felt peaceful.
How a prosecutor communicates with his sword.
Even though the body was destroyed, only the form of this evil spirit remained. Even this is Song Jun-ho.
So, this process of sharing the sword with him felt like having a conversation to me.
Jegal Eunbyeol in his previous life chose to isolate himself in order to save the remaining three.
Song Jun-ho in his previous life chose to fight the dead who were flooding in to save Ohana and me.
Every time we collide, the wind of Whispers.
He said he did it.
Every time there is a clash, the madness of Cries out.
Why did you come now?
“I said I was sorry. “Do you think you didn’t want to come to me?”
“Rattle… !”
I feel loneliness in his sword.
Despair can be felt in his sword.
I can feel his will to rest from his sword.
It may be a simple illusion.
But Choi Si-woo firmly believed that it was his wish.
“… “Rank!”
That moment.
The skeleton, bending his knees, jumped vigorously up to the height of the ceiling.
He removes the In his hand and grabs the With both hands.
The black flame rising along the blade creates an unusual force.
[Ultimate skill] .
I don’t know why that technique is being used at this timing.
It may be that he decided that he could not beat Choi Si-woo no matter how much he pushed him, so he wanted to give him a chance to win.
“…… “
But Choi Si-woo did not accept it that way.
This is the composition now.
And even that special move.
I smiled, thinking that it was the same as when I took the entrance exam.
A simple coincidence.
Okay, it might be a coincidence…
“… It’s good.”
Choi Si-woo decided to respond the same way as then.
Looking at Approaching, he holds his sword with both hands.
No special techniques are used. It does not contain excessive mana.
Just quietly, softly… He looks at Song Jun-ho coming down and raises his sword.
―!!!!!
A fleeting flash of light spreads softly.
The accumulated liquid evaporates at once.
At the same time, the sound of something being cut resounds.
.
The special sword, which has become more dangerous than Choi Si-woo knew, splits in half.
With the sound of his bones breaking, Song Jun-ho slowly bends his knees.
And…
Jaw.
“…… “
“…… “
Choi Si-woo carefully accepted his crumbling remains.
* * *
Jegal Eun-byeol, Song Jun-ho.
Choi Si-woo, carrying two corpses, moved forward, tracing his last memories.
“… It was definitely on the left here… “
I don’t remember very well.
It was a very tense situation, and as soon as I realized it was a trap, I ran away without any time to look around.
A bit of a lost process.
But soon, in front of a wide door that is assumed to be the entrance.
We succeeded in discovering a pile of rubble.
And there was a white skeleton that died a cold death crushed under the pile.
Choi Si-woo slowly stopped in front of the slightly sized remains that seemed to be a woman of small stature.
“… “What is a girl doing out here in the cold alone?”
I spit out an answer that I can’t get back and bend my knees.
Begin removing dirt and scrap metal by hand.
Yurika with a gloomy expression approaches next to him, smiling.
“I will help you.”
“… Thank you.”
In a moment. What was revealed from the rubble that had been cleared away was a crushed lower body.
A sniper rifle that was folded in half and stopped functioning.
It was a shotgun and a bullet box containing bullets with
Attributes.
“…… Let’s go back. Ohana.”
Choi Si-woo, who had taken care of everything, even the last colleague, looked behind the shelter for a moment.
He soon looked ahead of him and slowly moved his steps.
