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—This chapter's plot begins with a dream. It is related to a cheat skill. There will be no further reminders.
Allen felt he was back in a time when he was very, very young.
No, to be precise, it was when he was in his mother's womb.
It was a strange feeling.
Humans have no memories of infancy, but Allen was absolutely certain this was the feeling of being in his mother's womb.
Profoundly mystical, a blessing that filled his heart.
There was a hazy sense of light, which might have been his mother basking in the midday sun.
The midday sun, passing through his lying mother's abdomen, through that layer of flesh and blood, felt as weak as turning on a hallway light with his eyes closed.
The main tone of this 'place' was still darkness. He couldn't see the sun, but it didn't feel cold. On the contrary, the darkness was very gentle, making him feel incredibly safe from the depths of his heart.
Warm water flowed over his entire body, floating up and down, swaying left and right.
It was very warm, and there was not a single trace of the all-consuming, soul-tearing pain from before.
The swaying made him feel sleepy.
But, in his 'vision,' why was there always a hazy layer of white mist?
He was clearly sleeping with his eyes closed.
I don't care... let me sleep...
Splash, splash.
Something was caressing his face. It was a little wet, like Sylphy's wet hair. It tickled his face, making him want to open his eyes, pounce on it, and take a big bite.
Splash, splash.
Something was constantly patting his face, like when it's winter and you're in a warm car, and you suddenly open the window. The cold air rushed in, mixing with the warm air from the car's air conditioner, fogging up your glasses.
Or like when he was camping on a mountaintop at night. The moment he opened the tent, the morning mist rushed in, instantly soaking his eyebrows with its hazy rain.
Splash...
Splash...
Hmm? That's not right? Why isn't it stopping? Is it the wind? Did Sylphy open the window? What a prank...
It's really disturbing my beautiful dream...
Annoyed, Allen reluctantly allowed his consciousness to be separated from his mother's warm womb and returned to 'awareness.'
He opened his eyes.
"I said Syl... cough, cough, cough!!!"
Whoosh!! The white mist that rushed at him filled his mouth!
The fierce gale, like thousands of cold knives, scratched at his face with a slicing sound. It shook his black hair, making it scatter and become messy! The thick white mist flashed rapidly beneath his eyes! His vision was a vast expanse!
The next instant!
Thump!! Allen rushed out of the mist!
It was a cloud!
His black pupils contracted violently!
The ocean! The land! The islands were so tiny, so distant... yet they were rushing towards his face!
—So tiny that since his transmigration, he hadn't seen such a 'taking off' view from a plane!
I'm flying, right? Wait? Where's my plane? Why the hell am I flying with my body?
In a flash, memories, like scalding hot water, poured onto Allen's mind, which had been frozen stiff from passing through the clouds.
The scene before the teleportation suddenly surfaced from the depths of his memory. In just a flash of lightning, Allen reacted.
That's not right! I transmigrated! The Great Teleportation! The Great Teleportation happened early! And the range inexplicably expanded!
Zenith! Lilia! Aisha! Norn were also caught in the Great Teleportation?!
What about Sylphy and the others?!
Why the hell did I get knocked out? Fck! It's a good thing I passed through a cloud, otherwise I would have been killed by the fall in my dream!*
I'm going to die from the fall! If I die, who's going to save them?
Wait, if I die, who the hell is going to save me?
That's not right either...
"Don't!"
"F***ing!"
"Think!"
"Wild!"
"Thoughts!"
"!"
Falling!
Allen was falling rapidly through the air!
With just one glance at the ground, the Sword Emperor, whose mind was a flurry of thoughts, realized that he had very little time left to make a safe landing!
With this altitude and the position of the storm clouds, he had at most, at most, a little over ten seconds!
The scattered islands in his vision were rushing up to his face!
'Battle aura! Dragon Saint Battle Aura!!' A fierce surge of battle aura erupted from his body! It surged! It exploded into the air!
The clouds parted, but it was useless!
'No good! It's too high! There's nothing to use for leverage! I can't do a controlled descent like that time I fell off a cliff!'
'Wind Magic! Like Sylphy's controlled descent! Wind Magic!!'
'But I have no mana, damn it!!'
'Sht! I'm really going to die from the fall! If I don't try, I'll die! I'll try!'*
'It's a good thing I trained in the Water God Style, otherwise, whether I could even remember the chant for the Sword God Style is a different matter! Spirits of the wind, who still exist in this world! Answer my call! Obey my command! Wind spell!!'
Allen, who had never practiced Wind Magic before, was in a panic. He chanted the spell, using the rules to extract mana from his body. Following his instinct, he cast it!
But miraculously, this beginner Wind Magic, which he had never used before, created a huge gust of wind from nothing! "Thump!" The immense wind pressure even formed a visible 'hole in the air' in front of Allen. He had successfully 'hung' himself in the sky!
Two seconds.
He continued to fall!
The power of it even startled Allen himself.
Huh? This beginner Wind Magic is so strong? Mana! Is there more?! Mana... there's still a little bit left! Wind spell!!
"Thump!"
I'm still falling! Sht! No mana left!! Wait? No, I have some again!! Wind spell!!*
"Thump!"
His body was slowed down by the recoil of the Wind Magic! The lack of the 'Cycle of Life Magic' constantly draining his mana meant Allen's mana recovery speed was now normal!
In just two seconds, he had recovered enough mana to cast an enhanced Wind Magic spell once!
He fell! Thump! Recoil! He hung in the sky for two seconds! His mana ran out! He continued to fall!
He fell! Thump! Recoil! He hung in the sky for two seconds! His mana ran out! He continued to fall!
His mana was continuously drained, but then he was given a moment to breathe.
This repeated seven times!
Allen's hair began to turn white from the roots. By the last time, it had become completely white, like the clouds in the sky.
However, he himself was completely unaware of this. He continuously adjusted himself in the air, shifting his landing point, which was originally the sea, to an island below.
And during this process, because he had no time to think, he subconsciously chose a conspicuous landmark.
That crimson 'cushion'!
He was falling!! Getting closer and closer!!
Thump!!!!!!
Allen slammed onto the side of the mountain on the island. Battle aura surged violently! In an instant! It flattened all the trees within a five-meter radius into dust!
Dust scattered!!
He opened his eyes!
"I made it!"
He stood up, reaching out to brush away the dust in front of him. But then, his actions suddenly stopped.
Allen subconsciously looked at his raised hand. A mystical sense of déjà vu washed over him—had he done this before? Falling, with dust everywhere, and using Wind Magic for a controlled descent... And the process of the fall just now... was also exactly the same...
Strange...
But before he could think more.
His gaze was caught by the scene of the fall before him.
It wasn't yellow dust.
Reflected in his peripheral vision was an endless expanse of white mist.
A vast white sheet.
Without a boundary, without an end, without a single person.
He looked down at his hand, then looked up. In just an instant, like a frame skipping.
The white mist vanished from his eyes.
As if it were just an illusion.
Splash, splash.
The sound of waves hitting the ship's rail was so clear. The sea breeze, carrying moisture, made his face feel sticky.
A searing red pierced his eyes.
In the distance, a newborn red sun was rising from the sea.
Looking at this scene, Allen's heart, which had been pounding from the life-and-death moment of the fall, fell from the clouds into his heart. A sense of security, warmth, and a hint of happiness replaced Allen's anxiety in an incredibly out-of-place and abrupt way.
He looked down blankly. His hand was resting on the railing of the ship. The railing was very rotten. The part near his right thumb was even broken.
In just the time it took to look down and look up, Allen had gone from an island to a boat.
A feeling of doubt arose in his mind. Allen felt that the scene before him was so absurd that he felt as if he were in a dream.
But the feeling of happiness was so clear, it couldn't be suppressed by the doubt. Sense Flow gave his brain feedback on his body's condition. His legs were a little weak, his mental state was very peaceful, and he even felt a little lazy all over.
The source was right in his vision.
On the left side of the ship's rail, in front of the railing, a small hand was firmly gripping his left hand.
The warmth, from the point of skin contact, 'climbed' up his arm.
At this moment, Allen felt his heart skip a beat.
And so.
He missed a step.
Thump!!!
The roof of the wooden hut on the hilltop was instantly ripped open by a burst of battle aura that someone suddenly released from a kick, waking them from a dream!
At this moment, the sky on the hilltop was not yet bright. A week had passed since the first earth-shattering 'Divine Descent.' The dark clouds, caused by mana turbulence, had continuously encroached upon the 'hole in the sky' for seven days, and were then once again dispersed by a 'Divine Descent.'
This had happened four times.
Thanks to this, Allen's reputation among the twenty-nine surviving adventurers who had been attacked by the Specter monster tide had reached its peak.
Especially last night, after the boat was repaired.
Everyone excitedly rushed to the hilltop and pulled him out of the wooden hut, tossing him into the air, and cheering his name.
Under the campfire light, even though they had eaten unseasoned roasted fish every day for the past seven days, the adventurers' gaunt faces from a week ago did not look as horrifying.
At the very least, the hope for life in their eyes was so bright.
What is a god?
He, is a god!
So, after a final night of rest and a full meal! This morning, at this moment, they were to set sail.
To bid farewell to this nightmarish island!
This was the reason why everyone had woken up. However, no one had woken Allen up. Although they were anxious, they patiently waited for Mr. Allen to wake up naturally.
To personally announce their departure.
Now, Mr. Allen was awake!!
"He's still so intense? This is the sixth time, isn't it?! Mr. Allen is a truly fierce man, changing a roof every day... I'm so envious..."
"Envious of what??"
"His vigorous energy!! From morning to dusk!!"
"F*** you! The sun isn't even out yet."
"Just tell me if you're envious or not?"
"Envious... I wonder if I'll ever have a Holy Maiden of the Milis Church squat in front of me and say... 'Hmm... ah~'"
"?! What's there to be envious of... Wait! What are you doing!!!???"
Inside the hut, Allen lay amidst a pile of shattered wood scraps, silent.
This was the seventh time. Since he had this dream seven days ago, it came every day, very consistently.
No, this time there was a change.
A scene of his fall was randomly inserted at the beginning. But the rest of the dream was still the same: standing on a ship by the sea, watching the sunrise.
And every time, when he was about to turn his head to see who was holding his hand, the ship would suddenly lurch, he would miss a step in his dream, and he would abruptly wake up.
In reality, he would kick out with battle aura, and the roof would be ripped off six times...
"Mr. Allen, are you alright? It seems you had a nightmare again today?"
Splash, splash, splash, a figure crouched at a table not far from Allen. She was boiling hot water with a beginner spell. The scene of the roof being suddenly kicked off was no longer a surprise to her.
Merna had been eating meat for seven days. Even without carbohydrates, with her mana recovering, her face was much better than it had been a week ago. The sleeve of her priestess uniform, which was embroidered with the Milis Church's gold-rimmed crest, was now clean. Her delicate face, now free of filth, looked quite young.
She truly was like Zenith, who in a fit of rage left the temple to become an adventurer, only to run into misfortune.
She was in the protective embrace of the temple for so long that even now, after deliberately 'forgetting' her hellish experience a week ago, a hint of 'pure idiocy' could still be seen in her cerulean eyes.
Allen stood up from the ground, brushing off the wood scraps. He looked at Merna.
"I told you, you don't have to bring me tea and water. You should be doing what you need to be doing."
When Allen said the word 'doing,' Merna's actions froze for an instant. Her face looked a little awkward.
As he spoke, Allen walked straight to the window, pulled back the curtain made of torn canvas, and looked outside.
The adventurers all waved and greeted him.
The former roughly scanned them, nodding one by one. His gaze lingered for a moment on a few people.
First was Leuf. This guy, who was hell-bent on getting 'revenge,' seemed to have accepted the fact that they were returning to the mainland after his repeated attempts to persuade Allen for seven days failed. He was now eating fish with a wide smile on his face.
When he saw Allen looking at him, he raised his hand and waved.
He had a calm look of madness about him.
Klem, beside him, had been following him around for seven days, trying to learn the Divine Strike Art. After being repeatedly told that there was 'no technique, it's just a feeling,' he now had a face like a bitter melon. He looked at Allen, tears welling up in his eyes.
It was as if he had accepted the fact that he was useless.
And the bald North Saint, Os, who was at the center of the camp, was standing by a campfire. When he saw Allen look over, he bowed in greeting, but his eyes darted to Merna behind Allen, who was holding a basin of water. A hint of envy flickered in his eyes.
Everything was normal...
Allen was stunned. He snapped out of his dazed state after waking from the dream.
Wait, envious of who?
"Mr. Allen, the water temperature is just right. You should wash your face."
Allen lowered the curtain and turned to look at the former Holy Maiden Merna, who was standing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her, looking like a demure Milis noble lady.
He spoke.
"Don't worry. You've been coming here every morning for seven days. They won't make things difficult for you in the future. Once we're on land, you can sell the magic stones you got this time for a good price and return to Milis. It's a long way, so no one will know what happened in these past few months. You don't have to worry about your reputation."
"Once you're on the boat, you don't have to act like this anymore."
Merna, in her clean clothes, stiffened. She was silent for a moment, then only lowered her head and hummed.
"...Thank you. I'll go now."
"Okay."
Her footsteps faded. Merna opened the door and walked out. A chorus of whistles sounded from outside. She scrambled back to her own hut, stumbling along the way.
Allen picked up the roasted fish from the table and began to eat his breakfast.
In the past six days, he had changed out of his tattered clothes and was now wearing the standard leather armor of an adventurer. His dry, white hair, which was stiff, had naturally become a messy slick-back after being pushed back for a few days.
His sharp appearance made Os's eyes sting every time he looked at him.
It wasn't because his features looked menacing, but because he was the only swordsman among these adventurers who could feel Allen's 'sword intent.'
Allen 'scanned' the Dragon Saint Battle Aura crystal in his abdomen with his soul, looking at the newly imprinted miniature magic circles on it.
—Beginner Healing Magic, from Klem.
—Beginner Detox Magic, from a certain fanatical adventurer who kept sucking up to Allen.
—Emperor-rank Divine Strike Art, from himself.
—Barrier spell, blank. Allen had not had physical contact with Merna in the past few days, and she had no opportunity to use the barrier spell again.
'Reincarnation Embodiment Cultivation Manual, check ability.'
[No new abilities found.]
Allen glanced at the 'Reincarnation Embodiment Cultivation Manual' that Lala Boreas Greyrat had left, [This time's embodiment is absolutely safe], [Reincarnation Embodiment Source: The complete fusion of 'God of Technique' and 'Demon God': The Demon Dragon King—Laplace.], and the system panel that had been renamed.
His eyes flickered. He spoke with his inner voice.
'Since you are the 'Reincarnation Embodiment' Cultivation Manual of the Demon Dragon King Laplace, does that mean you can only identify the abilities of the Demon Dragon King Laplace?'
[Yes. The information for the reincarnation embodiment source is pre-set in the magic circle. If it's not pre-set, it cannot be retrieved successfully.]
'...What about my physical condition? Are there any other changes?'
[No.]
'Alright.'
A week ago, after Allen's four magic circles in his abdomen were consumed, he immediately verified the essence of the 'Cultivation Manual' and the alleged 'This time's embodiment is absolutely safe' from the mouth of his daughter from the second loop. He deduced that she had changed the source of the embodiment, and that 'absolutely safe' referred to the 'absolutely safe' source.
And there were no physical changes in this week, which was confirmed by the Cultivation Manual.
The only difference was the sudden, strange dream he was having.
So, the dream was probably related to his new embodiment ability.
But the reality was cruel.
This damn dream was a fixed scene, unchangeable, without any hint of an ability. It was like a movie clip with a very high sense of immersion, which played regularly in his mind every night.
Did he really have to watch an art house film in his dream?
Allen glanced at [absolutely safe] again, his lips twitching.
Lara, did you mean 'absolutely safe because the ability is useless'?
You're a disgrace...
He rubbed his temples in frustration.
But judging by the messages, in the first loop, under Lala Greyrat's guidance, he had indeed joined the main storyline as a powerful supporting character. And it was highly likely that 'HITOGAMI' didn't orchestrate the 'Red Dragon's Jaw' encounter at all, leading to a completely different plot.
The ending was that he and Lara Greyrat successfully met in the future. Lara's scheme was partially successful, but because she was outmaneuvered by Human God, Laplace rebelled. In the end, everyone around him had probably died.
He, in all likelihood, felt betrayed and took some action, which led to him starting a second loop, completely getting involved, and giving birth to Lala Boreas Greyrat, completely deviating from Lala Greyrat's plan from the first loop.
But this didn't make sense either.
How did the 'me' of that loop control the 'Cycle of Life Secret Art' that belonged to Lala Boreas, and exert his influence?
It was a complete mess...
But one thing was for sure.
The worldline he was in was at least the third loop.
What was the 'future' that had not yet reached a happy ending after so many loops?
A long silence.
Only the sound of chewing was heard.
Finally, the fish was finished.
It was time to set sail.
The sky was dimly lit. By the reef on the island, a 'Ship of Theseus,' made of various colored wooden planks, was docked. The ship, which had been in the rain for two months, was covered in moss and rotting wood, with patches of repairs all over it.
The people's voices, however, were excited.
Every adventurer was happily carrying luggage onto the ship. Most of it was magic stones left by Specters and keepsakes from their companions.
Were they not bringing their companions' bodies?
Of course not. Every adventurer was prepared to die and have their bodies exposed in the wilderness.
As long as they brought money home, that was the greatest comfort to their spirits.
Leuf carried a large backpack, and Klem beside him complained about the injustice of fate to his 'reformed' companion.
The latter only smiled with an ambiguous expression.
The thick backpack, however, did not contain magic stones.
But colorful mushrooms.
Someone was shouting. Voice upon voice, rising in layers.
"Set sail!!"
"Return to the mainland!!"
"Let's go!!"
"One, two, three..."
"Mr. Allen, you are a god!!!!"
"Oh, ho~~"
A strange cry.
Allen shook his head and leaned against the ship's railing, feeling the damp sea breeze from behind him.
He took a deep breath.
'It's over for now. It's time to return to the mainland. We've been delayed for too long...'
He turned, leaning against the railing, and looked at the distant sea.
Dark clouds were gathering in the distant sky, spitting out lightning, but they looked a little faint.
At this moment, because Allen had been clearing the sky with the Divine Strike Art for the past few days, the clouds in this area were much thinner.
Even the distant clouds on the eastern sea were faintly tinged with purple.
That was because the sun was rising behind the clouds.
'If it were a clear day, I would be seeing a red sun rising from the sea right now.'
'It's just like the dream...'
'...again.'
Allen looked at the distant sky, watching, watching.
The smile on his face froze.
He looked down in astonishment.
There was no trace of a broken railing by his right thumb. But...
His gaze swept to the right along the railing.
A meter away.
A missing piece of the railing was clearly visible.
Allen stared blankly at the empty space beside him. In his dream, there should have been a person holding his hand...
"Mr. Allen, are you watching the sunrise?"
A figure squeezed into his line of sight. Merna turned to look at Allen and asked.
The latter, however, just stared at her face, murmuring to himself.
"That's not right... that's not right..."
"? What?"
At this moment.
In the completely opposite direction, at the extremely distant 'Main Island.'
A pair of tired, cerulean eyes opened.
Someone shouted in the distance.
"Hey, hey!! Spelld, who can't use the Divine Strike Art! It's your turn to go out and find food today!!"
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