I Became the Wrong Race

214 – God of the Night (5)

It made no sense to go back now.

Of course, going back wasn’t impossible. The distance wasn’t far, and considering we had camped once, all we had to do was walk steadily.

But just because it was possible didn’t mean it was okay to do it.

Going back now was meaningless.

Check the trap and find out its purpose.

Furthermore, find out why and who prepared the trap, and if that was your mother’s plan, destroy it.

I went on a mission for that purpose, but I couldn’t go back right away just because I saw something unexpected.

At least that was the case for Llewelyn.

“Doppelgangers are unexpected enemies, but that doesn’t mean we can go back.”

“Doppelganger… That’s an accurate expression. It definitely feels that way.”

Llewelyn didn’t know exactly how my translation function worked, but she was glad that at least she got exactly what she meant.

“But it is true that I am worried. They say it’s okay because the level of imitation is still low… What if the level of imitation rises?”

Melody’s assumption was a possibility that could not be ignored.

“I guess it’s okay to completely copy abilities.”

“Hmm? Isn’t that the trickiest thing? “Even when I really tried to kill Llewelyn, I couldn’t kill him.”

As Lorian said, Llewellyn thought so too.

If it were a complete copy of her abilities, it would mean that it would have the physical ability and regenerative power of Llewelyn’s level her, and the transcendent swordsmanship of a swordsman.

But Melody didn’t seem to think so.

Melody shook her head and said.

“Completely copying an ability and using it at that gain level are two different things. Even if that were the case, it wouldn’t be possible to even reproduce the items you have.”

“… Hmm, it seems like a good possibility.”

Lorian criticized her, and Llewelyn was skeptical of Lorian’s words.

‘Will that happen? I guess there is a limit.’

At first glance, it was a so-called ‘combination’ of divinity, magic, and the power of the transcendent.

Reproducing that is quite difficult, but what about Llewelyn’s power?

What experience and skills has Geomseong accumulated?

Llewelyn could only imitate it through a miracle, and it was thought that there was no way a doppelganger could do that.

To be exact, it was closer to hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

Soon, as Llewelyn’s skepticism changed her direction, so did her thoughts.

‘What if there were no limits? With my mother’s power, it might be possible.’

“If that’s the case, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Then it’s dangerous. Lu Welyn was worried, and the swordsman said, shedding her sword and putting it on her waist.

“Yes? But.”

“There are ways to respond. It’s hard to tell, but let’s just say it’s my unique skill.”

The unique skill of the Sword Saint. Llewelyn was curious, but she said it was difficult to explain, so she didn’t ask.

“Okay, then… ” Even if you can’t copy it perfectly, there is a problem. Rather, it is a bigger problem.”

“What is it?”

“What if the doppelganger recreates the personality so perfectly that it is virtually indistinguishable from the original person?”

Reproduction of a perfect personality. Lu Welin didn’t understand at once and tilted her head.

“Can you still kill me?”

“No, well, that’s right…”

She was trying to say she could kill.

But her words her stop as if they are blocked in her throat her her her her.

Is it really possible? Llewelyn’s eyes glanced around her audience.

‘Swordsmithing is possible. It’s not difficult.’

If I were to perfectly recreate the character of the Sword Saint, I would rather wish for death.

The problem is the rest.

Llewelyn looked at Melody. She was a bard who sacrificed her eyes for him and still maintained her innocence.

Llewelyn felt sick to her stomach as she imagined her hands, her breaking her, her delicate, her neck, her her.

I feel uncomfortable. She could only imagine it.

What about Lorian? The thought of that head being cut off and rolling around on the floor makes me grind my teeth.

And Isla. Isla’s ears perked up, and Llewellyn met her eyes and sighed, saying that she couldn’t even imagine.

“I can’t do it.”

Whether you beg for life or resent it.

Accept the consequences and welcome death.

Either way is painful. If it were the exact same personality, it would definitely be like that.

Llewelyn calmly admitted that fact, and Melody spoke with a slightly softened expression.

“Me too.”

“I can fake Lu as much as I want.”

“What if that Llewelyn is sad? What if she resents it? What if I accept her death?”

Even Isla, who is always honest, confident, and honest about her feelings, stops talking.

Isla had her ears up, her tail up, and an uncomfortable expression on her face.

It was an expression that stood out because Isla was always expressionless. It was so bad that even Lorian opened her eyes wide and muttered, ‘Could she even make that kind of expression?’

“… I will do it anyway. “I have to help Lu.”

But Isla’s will she was strong. It felt like the only thing she could not resist was Llewelyn’s charm

Melody doesn’t know that, though.

She added.

“Anyway, the story is that it is difficult. “It’s impossible for Isla to kill them all alone.”

No denial this time. Isla turned her head as if she was uncomfortable, and Llewelyn looked at her like that and was worried.

“… But you can’t go back. “I don’t know what they’ll do next.”

It wasn’t a long worry.

For now, I am limited to tempting Llewelyn and the God of Night.

But what next time?

Even just looking at this doppelganger was like that. Is this a creature from the devil, or is it the work of someone who prepared a trap?

I wasn’t sure.

Llewelyn thought she’d come next, something more impossible to ignore, something that would threaten the pantheon.

That was a certainty. A conclusion I came up with not with my divinely forged sixth sense, but with just my brain and intuition.

“I think so too. Just looking at the imitation of my night… The other person has intelligence. Intelligent beings are born with malice.”

“There are rumors that a guy called God is evil.”

“That’s not the story.”

The God of Dreams who smiles bitterly after understanding whether the theory of vocal evil has been properly translated.

He gazed bitterly at the remains that resembled the god of the night, held in Llewelyn’s hands.

“It’s not about good and evil, it’s about ‘how to deal with enemies.’ “Do you not harbor malice when dealing with your enemies?”

I couldn’t say no. Llewelyn became quiet, and the dream god closed his eyes.

“Every intelligent being knows how to torment its enemies. This is also the same. Maybe… “I guess they did this because they knew we wouldn’t run away.”

Silence fell. The silence leaves your throat feeling stuffy.

“I’ve packed my bags.”

In the midst of the tragedy that even silence fell, the Sword Saint spoke.

He remained resolute despite the attention of people.

“I don’t care. Whether what I cut is intelligent or not. Whether it is good or evil.”

He walked with his left hand on the hilt of his sword. The body his was crushed with each step, and red footprints were left behind after each step.

“There is only one thing left. How far has my sword reached?”

The sword was suddenly in his hand. Turning around, the sword in his hand glowed.

A single trace that separates life and death.

It is one of the weapon systems created by mankind, and although it may not be the most efficient weapon, it is the first name that comes to mind when it comes to weapons.

Not the first or the last.

It’s just a transition period.

Nevertheless, a single ray of brilliance. He was here because he was fascinated by such a sword.

Within it, there was a transcendence and ‘difference’ that made even the God of Dreams mistaken.

200 years of slaughter and training.

The confidence that was forged like that was dazzling.

“When I die, I will die. However, if you stop moving forward because you are afraid of dying, you will stop and die. I don’t like that. So let’s go.”

Geomseong walked first. In a direction I vaguely know, to the magic world.

Llewelyn saw the back of the swordsman.

Although he acted as if everything was simple and clear, he actually understood the whole situation well.

Llewelyn knew that.

How can there be no worries?

How can there be no fear?

Even though he was dull, he was still a human being, and he still had the things that made him human.

Above all else, the sword was just in front.

Even though his intellect did not allow it, he tried to live as simply as a sword.

I was jealous of that. Llewelyn was silent for a moment and then looked at Lorian, Melody, and Isla.

“Master, give orders.”

From the beginning, Lorian seemed to have no reason to worry.

“Lu.”

Isla captured her feelings and followed. She steadily walked the path she had chosen.

“Ha, really.”

Melody let out her sigh. A person who cannot live simply is like that.

“I’m sorry. Really. But… If possible, I would like you to take me with you.”

The God of Dreams spoke even after reading all those signs.

Because he also realized something after seeing the Sword Saint.

In the end, if you don’t do it, you will regret it. He wanted an answer, no matter what the answer was.

“I don’t know if it’s my night or if it’s a fake imitation. “If we don’t meet each other, nothing will change.”

The God of Dreams had made up his mind, and Llewelyn could not help even the God with her head.

Anyway, what kind of man is that if he doesn’t move even when he sees his back his moving forward like that?

“Let’s go.”

Llewelyn walked with the God of Dreams on her back.

Five people and one head crossed the demonic landscape.

The destination is beyond Arba, the land where life and death are murdered and sleep.

A place where something pretending to be the god of the night lurks.

[Play time: 10,271 hours]

And the time it took for the group to reach the location of the Tower of Life and Death was 34 hours.

When the doppelganger that the party killed reached 1,000 water levels.

They saw a woman standing quietly at the foot of a tall tower.

Someone with a mysterious aura, with stars twinkling from their black hair.

He was the god of the night.