I Became the Wrong Race

174 – Beyond Dreams (2)

It was not an empty statement to say that times were changing.

As Llewelyn knows, countless things have happened in Netel since the ‘game time zone’ arrived.

Change has already been called for, and one change is bound to give rise to countless changes.

Llewelyn knew that more things would happen to Netel in the future.

And it was the same for Lucilla.

But the thoughts I had were completely different.

Llewelyn was wondering how to influence the world with her knowledge and what she could do.

He felt responsible.

The power she possesses, the qualifications she possesses.

Just as his sister took good care of him and supported him without saying a word of dislike, he felt a sense of responsibility towards the world.

That was the reason why he did not break down despite the negative feelings and all kinds of bad news that the world showed him.

He almost gave in to the illusion for a moment, but it was also something he could overcome if he had enough time.

Ortemilia only accelerated the process.

So Llewelyn thought. I will become a responsible person like my sister.

However, his sister Lucilla had a very different opinion.

Lucilla, she thought. What should I do in the worst case?

Although it was only three years, the three years Lucilla spent alone were not very dense.

Lucilla has cleared all of her main quests for three years, and she has tried to do her best with everything she remembers.

That was a path that was self-righteous and did not care for others.

She never tried to explain many things to others, and there was no hesitation in doing so.

People in her world tended to dismiss her as a madwoman. And that wasn’t entirely wrong.

She was a bit of a madman. Unless she was a madman, no matter how much her family loved her, she couldn’t care for her and care about her this much.

The feelings she had toward Yoon Se-jin were in themselves nothing short of madness.

It may not have been madness from the beginning.

Therefore, their thoughts were completely different.

Lucilla did not feel any sense of responsibility towards the world like Llewelyn.

What had been faint even from the time I first became possessed even fainter due to the fact that I might lose my younger brother forever.

Her ideals and the death of her star represented that will.

The determination to return even if it means burning the stars and turning them back to dust.

That’s why it’s incredibly powerful, and it’s a unique power that no one can reproduce or understand.

It was more than just her madness

Lucilla would do anything for her sister.

It was still like that now. Lucilla walked ahead of her younger brother.

Although it was the soldiers’ role to disperse and separate the crowds, it was Lucilla’s role her to prepare in case of any unexpected threat.

A twisted will to protect her little brother no matter what happens, even if it means sacrificing everything else.

Only Llewelyn, unaware of such will, was hurriedly walking behind her.

“Are you going to the sewer?”

“That’s right. That’s how it should be.”

“It’s going to stink, will you be okay? Even if my sister puts it on her her mouth her her her … “Oh.”

Lucilla flinched before speaking. It was because she was reminded of her past, and it was the same for Llewell Lin.

The siblings noticed each other for different reasons.

Lucilla was still in middle school because Yoon Se-jin got angry at her for being treated like a child and told her not to treat him like a child.

And when Yoon Se-jin remembered that, she felt sorry for the fact that her older sister was watching her.

On the one hand, she wants to act foolish, but that’s not manly.

Ortemilia was quietly observing her siblings who were watching her like that.

“If it’s a mask or something, it’s here.”

A piece of cloth that gently sticks out. When Llewellyn saw Ortemilia’s Tabard, whose area had been reduced accordingly, he accepted it with dismay.

“If I can’t stand it, I’ll use it.”

She did what she said, but upon entering her sewer, Llewelyn was forced to wrap herself in a piece of cloth, along with nausea.

Maybe that’s why Lou Silla brought up the story of her mask. She must have already experienced first-hand that the stench of a sewer is difficult to endure despite the excellent senses of a homunculus.

However, Llewelyn could not show it, because Arva was following behind her.

It was no different from my first recruitment. It may be the first wave of city establishment, but it should not create a bad image.

Llewelyn took the lead with a piece of cloth wrapped around her mouth, thinking she had to take care of Gao.

The sewers of the city of Arba that I encountered in this way were not clean even to say the least, but what was even worse were the ‘residents’.

He is a monster that appears from time to time in places without crowds, as if not encroached upon by dreams, and is a former assassin and wanted criminal.

If something like that came out, Llewelyn didn’t even have to move.

Because she had more experience than Lucille, who was ahead of Llewelyn.

The sound of a light jumping was followed by the sound of bones breaking.

It is mainly the sound of the cervical spine and spine being broken into pieces and a person turning into a mere sack of meat.

There was no mercy in Lucilla’s hands, and her attacks were always confined to the most lethal places.

Her her dagger her her her, flashing and flying in the darkness, missed her without hitting her, and everything she could have reached was snatched away by Lucilla’s outstretched hand her her and lodged in her her her her master’s body her her her her. It was

Among her her dogs her her her, only those that were useful sat on Lucilla’s waist her her her, behind her her, or at her her side her her her.

Things like daggers, single-edged swords, axes, and short war darts.

Even with her her two-handed hammer her her her, Lucilla closed the maw of a huge crocodile that appeared around the corner her her her with her her knee her kick her and struck her down, completely crushing her brain and killing her.

As a result, there was nothing that not only Arva but also Llewelyn could do.

Just watch as Lucilla disposes of enemies with indiscriminate and cruel hands, as if it were some kind of automatic hunting game.

Arba’s complexion worsened in real time as she looked at it, and the soldiers behind her cried out the title of “Annihilation.”

It wasn’t Llewelyn’s concern. He was busy looking around.

‘Similar to a dungeon.’

As a result of such observation, Llewelyn was able to find a tendency similar to that of the dungeon in the sewer.

The structure was similar. A format similar to that seen in 20% of dungeons found mainly in the Old Continent.

Dungeons are often filled with ‘living facilities’ and a small number of strong enemies rather than a large number of enemies.

So Llewelyn took the lead from the time Lucilla reached the blocked path.

Sejin? At the sound of her sister’s voice calling out, she nodded and hung a piece of cloth with Ortemilia’s scent around her mouth.

Llewelyn’s steps were steady, and he was heading to the deepest part of the sewer ahead of any other crowd.

Anyone could see that it was getting deeper. Go down the stairs, go down the ladder, and go down using the thick rope brought by Arba’s men.

Then, before I knew it, the stale air was disappearing.

There was a different odor than the humid and unpleasant odor typical of a sewer.

In other words, it was close to the stench of a corpse.

It even felt gloomy.

In that gloom, Llewelyn thought.

What’s waiting for Llewellyn down here might be some kind of god.

I don’t know what kind of connection there is between that god and Renia, but maybe a tough fight awaits.

But even in the worst case, there was a sister.

Llewelyn trusted her sister. I also trusted it very deeply.

It was not a habit of worship, but an insight based on intuition.

Lucilla was a being who was stronger the more she was alone, and the stronger the enemy, the more she shined.

Above all, Llewelyn did not think that her sister could not read his intentions. How long has she been living together?

So, she assumed that if she and Lu Welyn fought together, she would be a better match than most of her best colleagues.

She actually was like that. Lucilla had already read what her sister was thinking and quietly moved to stand next to Llewelyn.

The sewer ended and an unfamiliar structure appeared.

It was a place that felt like the entrance to a huge bunker. On the wall, an unfamiliar blue-green light was burning like a circuit and running through the cracks in the wall.

Llewelyn thought that the turquoise light was like a kind of landmark.

It felt like she was beckoning to herself.

And it wasn’t an illusion. Llewelyn heard the whisper of divinity seeing into her brain.

Someone was waiting for Llewelyn inside.

‘But who? Renia?’

After thinking about it, she immediately frowned and denied it.

‘Renia must be an ordinary human being.’

She remembered seeing that characters who had reached max level lived for a long time, but Llewelyn thought that even if that was the case, she could not live ‘this long’.

She lives a long time, at most 200 years. Living for 300 years like Balterok is impossible unless you are a golem or a special race like an elf.

Renia was a pure human being.

Then what is waiting inside.

‘Is it a god?’

Was she waiting without even knowing that she was going to be eaten? Or maybe he was hoping to get eaten. Llewellyn quietly took the lead, and she guided countless people brilliantly until she reached the deepest part.

It was a cavity with a structure that stretched like a spider web in all directions.

It was natural since the structure was built so that you could reach here by walking from anywhere.

And at the same time, it was also a familiar place. When Llewellyn briefly lost her consciousness due to the effects of her drugs in her intestines, it was the joint that Lenia had reached to lead him.

What Llewelyn expected to see there was one of three.

A god who lost consciousness and was sealed.

Or Renia.

Or… Something like a strange and eerie ‘structure’ created from the humans seen in the window.

“… “What is that?”

As Luwell Lin stopped and stared blankly, Lu Sila, who followed her, frowned.

Ortemilia blurted out her words in a daze, and Arva and her men who were following her also stopped.

It was something difficult to explain.

It was supposed to look like a living thing, but it resembled mycelium growing uncontrollably.

This was especially true in that there was no movement, but the difference was that there were traces that it had moved at least once.

It had arms and legs.

The legs and arms had many joints and were bent into strange structures, and countless appendages sprouted from the legs like twigs.

Each one was about the size of a decent window.

Only then did I realize how huge it was. As I looked at it, I felt like my vision was distorted. The sense of distance became blurred, and it was difficult to even guess its size.

Although it was not very huge, its height when it fell was as high as Llewelyn, which could be considered a giant.

It’s quite big. But all of that was something I could just say was good and get over it.

The important thing was that no one knew what it was.

Llewelindo, a person who understands the game well and learned a lot.

Lucilla, fully ripened after much experience.

Even Ortemilia, who as a researcher has peeked into the countless secrets of this world.

All three couldn’t recognize what it was.

There were only two things I could recognize.

A long sword stuck into the body of such a huge monster.

A great sword that would have been created using ‘Seon’, the basic technique structure of the Gujo School and the Protection School.

An extremely unfamiliar power that was neither divine nor magical, felt in the body of that strange creature.

Llewellyn stared blankly, and it was only when the creature slowly raised its head, which resembled an enlarged spore, that she realized what the force was.

“Transcendence… Sleep?”

The power was similar to what was felt when Ethan of the Star Blade summoned flames a while ago.

Then it opened its eyes as if to answer.