A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 252

What on earth did the gods see and notice?

Can I even see it with my human eyes and mind?

Tension rose from deep within my body. I swallowed it dryly and walked the remaining five steps to stand right in front of the well.

“It’s dangerous, so don’t get too close.”

Reed was relaxed, like someone who had just given a riddle and was waiting.

I looked into the well. The black water, as if it didn’t even reflect light, didn’t reflect my appearance.

It seemed as if it was leading to an abyss, or to the night sky. It felt more like looking at a hole than a well.

In particular, the waves slowly rotating counterclockwise in a circle somehow reminded me of a gate... ... .

“......!”

In that moment, a lightning-like realization struck my mind.

Gate.

Yes, gate.

I realized how this ‘Altar of Chaos’ was structured.

A dungeon within a dungeon.

That is.

'Double dungeon!'

A voice with a hint of laughter rang in my ears.

"Did you notice?"

Of course.

The structure of the dungeon, as well as the purpose of the lead.

That well is a 'gate' leading to another dungeon. And the name of that dungeon is probably... ... .

'Cradle of Chaos Evil.'

A place where the sea of ​​black whirlpools overflows.

It was where the 100th Tesilid Argent threw himself as if # Nоvеlight # he were a human sacrifice.

Originally, the ultimate goal of the 100th lead was to cause a dungeon burst in the cradle of chaos evil and destroy the world.

However, the current lead created a double dungeon structure and set up a device to go through the burst twice. The reason for the extra intermediate step was obvious.

Because the power of the dungeon owner is amplified every time a dungeon burst occurs.

It was clear that Reed was planning to wipe out the entire world with the even more powerful chaos evil.

His plan, which was much more thoroughly revised than the original, made my blood run cold.

“Ha.”

“You’re so smart.”

“You’re like this.......”

“Oh, I thought you’d be happy.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Then are you in your right mind?”

“.......”

“This is a surefire way to stop my regression.”

I shut my mouth as I looked at the blind eyes filled with gentle madness.

The blind man in front of me had also lost his hearing. Anyway, I couldn’t communicate.

At that moment, Reed raised his head and seemed to sense something.

“We’ve accomplished our goal, so it’s best to go back. I think Carpeios will be coming this way soon.”

Kwajajak!

Reed suddenly took out his magic sword and destroyed one side of the stairs. As the well-covered exterior broke away, the subspace swirling inside was revealed.

It was the same crack I had seen while walking here.

“If you step in the wrong way, it’s a crack that will lead you to the border area between the Demon World and the garbage dump. But......”

Reed’s gaze glanced down. I instinctively knew that he was looking at my right hand.

“You were branded by Inferinos, so that will act as a mediator. You’ll be taken to the final judgment hall, so it’s okay.”

This was also something I had heard the Marquis of Levant explain to me before I came here.

The crooked crescent moon engraved on my right palm wasn’t just a token of the contract.

As he had said, it also functioned as a mediator to help me cross space.

“It was nice meeting you, Aylet Rodelin.”

“.......”

“You’re becoming quieter as time goes by. Are you not even saying goodbye?”

I still don’t know.

What expression, what voice, what words should I say to you?

He slyly pulled the corners of his lips.

“It’s okay. We’ll meet again soon.”

Were those words just a simple wish, or a confession of a scheme?

At that moment, Reed reached out a hand to me. Instead of rubbing my back, his hand went over my head.

I almost forgot, but the dark purple sign flower was still parasitizing my body.

The magic energy flowing out of Reed burned the roots and stem tips of the sign flower. Finally, his fingertips broke the dark purple sign flower.

“Give this to me.”

“.......”

I slowly walked toward the crack.

Before taking the last step, I was finally able to leave a small message.

“Goodbye.”

I didn’t wait for an answer.

My vision became chaotic and distorted. My body was sucked back into the dark judgment hall of the underworld. ✠“......Yeah, hello.”

The late greeting of farewell did not reach her. Reid stared at the place where she had been standing a moment ago.

Was it because she was wearing clothes she would not normally wear? The afterimage of her in his head was unusually strong.

His calm gaze slowly dropped down.

When he looked down at the single cut flower in his left hand, his mind did something it had not asked him to do.

Memories from quite a while ago rewinded and unfolded.

Even after living for a thousand years, he had memories that had not worn away.

For example, memories before his return.

The girl with the pink hair in pigtails who had said she would go to Count Orsh wearing purple-black signature shoes.

At that time, he was ten years old, and he was unusually angry, and scolded her sacrifice in a nonsensical voice. - You are not a saint, nor are you a special being. There is no reason for you to sacrifice yourself for someone you don’t even know. You didn’t even know that she was the saint the sect was looking for.

How embarrassed he must have been after the truth was revealed. It was such a fresh memory.

Suddenly, he looked at his other hand. The magic sword he had used to create the subspace rift was still in his right hand, not yet summoned.

Now that I think about it, she had touched his memory when he had obtained it.

At that time, he was just twenty. He was a pitifully weak bug.

When he was on the verge of death after being toyed with by the magic sword’s host for hours, she appeared like a miracle and saved him.

‘It’s a shame that I couldn’t just die then.’

His resentment for being saved was weak and fleeting.

Even if he died before the point of return, the world would turn back time by one day and nullify it.

Aylet must have also known about the existence of that deceptive ‘daily loop.’

No, is it even possible for me to hate and resent Aylet Rodelin in the first place?

He was a human who was still attached to life, left alone and struggling helplessly on a hill of corpses where everyone had died.

What she saved was not Reed, who kept repeating death in his head, but Tesilid Argent, who had been hoping for salvation.

In other words, at that time, she gave him exactly what he wanted.

Absolute death looming before his eyes. How could he forget the straight back that blocked it instead?

Even if he felt such obvious emotions at that time, wasn't that an irresistible force?

Even after saving him so arbitrarily, she completely evaporated from the point of return.

Deficiency and loss bring about desperation.

The emotions that would have passed like a winter cold at best and been forgotten in one season became fever and pulmonary disease and stuck with him for his entire life.

His whole life, a thousand years.

It was truly a great design.

Didn’t he thrust it before his eyes as the only salvation and hope?

Didn’t he make it so that he couldn’t forget it?

Didn’t he make it so that he couldn’t help but cling to it.

Whether it was obsession or love.

Didn’t he make it so that he couldn’t help it?

Even if this was a trap of despair designed by ‘strict order and goodness,’ he wanted to walk into it and willingly accept despair... ... .

‘You’re the one who made me want to keep you by my side.’

At that moment, the red bead embedded in the hilt of the magic sword shook.

It was a sight I’d seen before. When I first held the sword of the Holy Demon.

Thinking back, Aylet gave him the sword of the Holy Demon as if it was natural.

Even though he knew that he would become this corrupt, he trusted in the goodness of the time and handed over the sword of the Holy Demon. - If you become like Sir Illeon, please take care of me.

- Don’t worry, that won’t happen.

-Trust me?

-Yes.

-I guess I should repay your trust. Whee!

He lowered his right arm diagonally as if he was shaking off his magic sword. The sword that made a sharp cracking sound disappeared as if it was vaporizing.

With her in front of him, Reed asked.

“Do you still trust me? Ailet Rodelin.”

The handsome man who had killed more people in the future than he had killed so far smiled coolly.

The sculpted nose touched the stamen of the safflower. The flower with the name of death had a sweet fragrance.

Unfortunately, the time of savoring it did not last long.

“.......”

He rolled the pupils of the eyes he had been looking down at and looked to the right. The space rippled and an unpleasant face appeared.

“Chaotic Evil, were you here?”

“.......”

A demon with blond hair that turned redder as it approached the end. It was the Demon King Carpeios, the master of Sanarak.

He made Reed bring up old ill feelings.

All the terrible and horrible memories engraved before the beginning of the regression were the work of Carpeios.

Among them was the experience of the first murder. - Hoo. You have become quite a good butcher, silver cattle. Even when his words and actions were semi-mandated by the rules of the Seven Pillars and Seven Deadly Sins, Carpeios made sure that only a few curses came out of his mouth.

This ill feeling was like an imprint. Whenever he faced the Demon King's face, hatred and contempt would slowly raise their heads.

Reed did not like the fragments of feelings outside that control area.

It made him feel like he had returned to the past when he was like an insect.

The funny thing is that the demons, after becoming Chaos Evil, did not recognize Reed's face or recognize him.

“Huk!”

At that moment, Carpeios, who had raised his head, suddenly stopped breathing. It was because he had belatedly discovered a flower in Reed’s left hand.

A purple-black sagebrush with its stem cut off. Carpeios’ pet plant had died in one day.

“Why! Why a purple-black sagebrush......!”

Carpeios’s temperament made it impossible for him to remain still after losing the object of his obsession and desire.

Immediately, a gust of wind blew around him, flipping his blond hair upside down.

As he revealed his true nature as a demon lord, the whites of his eyes turned red and the blood vessels around his eyes bulged and twitched.

The axis of the earth trembled, and the walls of Shinreung trembled in fear.

At any moment, the demon lord seemed ready to explode his power and destroy the world.

However.

“......Did you break it, Chaos Evil......?”

The object before his eyes was the being that formed the foundation of the demon tribe.

Carpeio's submission and reverence for chaos and evil, as if imprinted on his soul he quickly calmed down.

Reed swallowed his laughter and spoke coldly.

“I liked it, so I broke it.”

“Ah....... That’s....... If you like it, you should break it, break it. I’m glad that you liked Chaos Evil.......”

“Yes.”

“But what did you do with the flowerpot.......”

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