I Became the Wrong Race

171 – Arba (6)

“I can see it.”

-Renia, the founder of the structural school and the first contractor.

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Not much was known about Renia.

But that didn’t mean I didn’t know. A person like Llewelyn is bound to know most of the worldview.

Perhaps that’s why Llewelyn was embarrassed from the moment she recognized Renia’s face.

Renia was a highly renowned wizard.

As is usually the case with beginning wizards.

However, what made Rhenia different from other wizards was that her reputation included a significant amount of notoriety.

She was initially a magician of the Protection School. Unlike the magicians of the protection school, who usually belong to nobles, armies, or countries, providing protection from enemy fire and making a living.

She wanted to spread her own fame. Because she had a strong sense of resonance.

So, she freely dismantled the magic of the Bangho school and revealed the existence of ‘good’, which is the basis of Bangho.

The Protection School, which was already in an eternal battle with the Destruction School, began creating better protection systems thanks to her discovery, and gave her the position of dean.

She kicked the place and left.

Even more so, her desire to become a legendary wizard pushed her further.

And she experienced countless crises and adventures on that journey. Some of them are so well chosen that they can be turned into stories and told to children.

If there’s one thing those kids learn as they get older, it’s that Renia later became a villain.

Rhenia became a warlock and a member of the quest school.

She wanted to uncover the secrets of the world and its principles.

She had the wealth and knowledge gained through her adventures, and the talent and ability to manipulate goodness that made her the next dean.

But even that wasn’t enough. She could not reach the truth of the world.

The problem was that all her attempts were in vain.

She realized that even black magic was lukewarm. She needed stronger magic, magic that could change the world.

So she explored the dungeon left behind by the three clans.

She was the first to identify the structure of the dungeon and understand everything about it.

Even though her data has been destroyed and nothing remains, she has revealed the secrets of the world in the structure of such a dungeon.

To be exact, I saw that part.

I wanted to reproduce that part.

Thus, Renia, the most talented but also the most foolish wizard, created the first magic of the Gutruc School.

The lines used in the protection school were applied. She drew a line using the knowledge she learned in the dungeon and the tricks she learned while adventuring.

Although it was not known what was drawn, the result was clear.

She opened the sky.

I saw the universe. She took in all the things lurking beyond the universe.

And then I went crazy. She became the first contractor, and at the same time, the first structure mage.

She simultaneously became a human who opened the sky and a witch who went crazy.

Her subjugation ended only after half the continent was engulfed in fire.

Her disciple regretted seeing her body, and at the same time mourned the death of his lover her.

With the incomplete knowledge that Lenia left behind, she considered it a discovery and a keepsake, and founded the Gujo School.

But there is one thing he overlooked.

It was Renia’s prophecy.

She said She prophesied with her dying breath.

Someday the sky will open.

In fact, rather than a prophecy, it seemed like a belated regret or that of a villain whose goal was thwarted.

But that doesn’t mean we can just ignore it.

Her prophecy was remembered for at least the first thousand years.

Now it has become an old prophecy that no one thinks about.

It was true that now I had doubts.

Even Llewelyn could not know the exact meaning of the prophecy that the heavens would open.

Are you talking about the emergence of a swordsman whose name will be passed down from now on?

Or the countless things that the three clans will do?

Maybe the appearance of Lucilla?

Or.

It was around this time that Llewellyn’s thoughts deepened. The blurred scarlet pupils slowly moved towards Llewelyn.

Her eyes were so intense that even Llewelyn, who was lost in her thoughts and unable to look around her, felt her gaze and flinched.

Her eyes showed that she was strongly hoping for something.

But the woman did not open her mouth. Llewelyn thought as she made eye contact with the woman, and she said.

“Drugs are a gateway.”

He felt that he had to be respected without realizing it. Because she didn’t know why, Llewelyn frowned slightly after using the polite language.

Something feels unclear. But I didn’t care.

She got a clue. She also vaguely knew the process for obtaining that clue.

The cow, Suin, was behaving strangely. She wasn’t trying to get paid, nor did she feel like she was attempting prostitution.

It feels like it’s driven by the sole intention of dragging Llewelyn in her and making her do drugs.

It was natural, but there was something jarring and unnatural mixed in between the natural movements.

That implanted a strange feeling in her her Llewelyn her her her.

Like… She looked like someone I had seen in a dream.

Her behavior feels like it lacks logic or rationality, and although it does not feel like a problem at the time of seeing it, it has that unique feeling that feels strange after waking up.

It was like a dream. Llewelyn considered the reason for a moment.

Not on drugs. To be exact, it’s not just drugs.

It was as she felt as Llewelyn released the restrictions that prevented her from feeling her own body.

Divinity.

The divinity plunged them into a dream.

But whose divinity is it?

In a time when all the gods had died or left, the last born god felt another divinity standing before him.

‘There are many gods still asleep on this continent.’

The Empress said. She wondered if it was real, but she thought it was more likely to be true.

She had nothing to gain by lying about it, and above all, Llewelyn herself was a being who could sense divinity.

“… A passage to lead to the sleeping God.”

The woman with a clouded expression finally smiled. Her smiling expression gave me a feeling of déjà vu.

But Llewelyn couldn’t pinpoint the sense of déjà vu, and she just saw a woman walking on the shore with the sea water washing over her.

‘The coast? Until now, it was just a black space.’

It was an unfamiliar place. No, it’s not unfamiliar at all.

I saw it when I defeated the Owl Bear shapeshifter, a warrior whose name I can’t remember. She had to step on it as she was dying, but she also tried stepping on the sand herself.

It was very different from what she thought and heard about the winter sea, but she experienced it.

This sea was like that. Llewelyn stood blankly for a moment and then walked after her woman.

And every time she walked, she saw her son-in-law gradually changing.

The only scenery Llewelyn was familiar with was the coast.

The scenery that followed was all unfamiliar.

There was a mining town with smoke rising from the chimneys.

Sometimes there was a high magic tower, and sometimes there was a dungeon or a monster’s nest rising on a mountain.

It was all unfamiliar. It was so unfamiliar that even Llewelyn, who had played Grim Darker countless times and had seen many scenes engraved in her eyes and memory of her, could not come up with a match.

“Past…”

To Llewelyn, this seemed to be the past of a wizard known as Rhenia.

It may not be her, but she doesn’t say anything, so she can’t know. As Llewellyn walked after her, she noticed that she was reaching a strangely familiar space.

It was a city.

It was a strangely familiar city. Normally, she wouldn’t have been able to tell right away, but even with Llewelyn’s poor memory of her, she knew as soon as she started to see familiar places.

This was Arba.

To be exact, the former appearance of the city that would later be called Arba, an ancient city.

It was a minor problem that the walking speed did not match the scenery. Before she knew it, Llewelyn had passed through an unknown place and reached a huge cavity.

There weren’t just two people there, Renia and Llewelyn.

“…”

There were countless humans in that huge cavity.

He was a person with many layers. A method of standing and leaning on each other’s bodies, relying on each other’s weight and sense of balance, rather than your own two legs, to support you.

Like vines, their bodies are leaning against each other as if they are not bodies but part of something huge.

Even Llewellyn, who is not easily embarrassed by ordinary sights, was momentarily beginning.

It was the cow who had administered the drug to her Llewelyn.

She, like other humans, mingled with the crowd and supported each other.

I wouldn’t say it was a familiar face, but I saw it.

There was acquaintance. That familiar face is like an inanimate object.

It’s bizarre. That was the only impression Llewelyn felt. She didn’t feel sacred or holy.

A tower built with human beings, knees bent due to excessive load, a mixed and dizzy body created by people piled on top of each other, and even a person who is not even breathing properly and has suddenly become cold.

Sometimes ordinary dreams become nightmares. That was the case now. Llewellyn took a breath without realizing it, and she felt her heart beating without realizing it.

And the heart of Llewelyn.

Exciting!

A divinity that spreads out in concentric circles centered on Llewelyn. The feeling of embarrassment in space. Renia’s face was distorted with sadness and despair.

Before Llewelyn could say anything.

Kwazizig!

The dream was shattered.

Among the scattered pieces, Llewelyn opened her eyes.

Clink!

Llewellyn’s outstretched legs destroyed the smoking machine from which drugs were gushing. The acrid scent dissipated and fell to the floor, and Llewellyn coughed and looked around.

‘Nothing.’

The cow beast was not there.

She wasn’t the only one.

To Llewellyn, who stumbled outside, the building that had once been a warehouse looked bleak and cold, as if no human had ever entered it.

A human being in the midst of an action, a beastman mixing his body with a human, and a beastman sharing animalistic passion.

She even had a noble-dressed man lying on the prisoner’s lap and talking with a sad expression, as if he just wanted to say something.

It seemed like everything Llewelyn remembered was a lie, a desolate space filled with dust.

Cold sweat fell on the dust, and Llewellyn hurriedly went outside.

Her back looked like she was running away.

Just like when I was a child and had a nightmare and cried while being hugged by my older sister.