I Became the Wrong Race

230 – Empress (1)

“If the Empress… “Is this the empress who was said to be the head of the transformation tribe?”

Llewelyn nodded her head.

Melody couldn’t see Llewelyn’s nod of her, but all of her other senses read the head movement of her.

She obviously lost her eye, but she could see better than before she lost her eye.

After Nodding her head, Llewelyn stiffened as if she had missed it, but Melody couldn’t afford to worry about that.

“You’re the one who encouraged Llewelyn to eat her god, right?”

“I don’t know if it’s a person, but…”

“And she saw’that’when she went to see her God, right?”

Melody’s expression is serious. It was the reaction Llewelyn expected, but she was at a loss to say anything.

“Is it true that you can trust it? No, when is she coming to see me in the first place? Why on earth? So suddenly? How did you make an appointment to meet?”

Melody’s questions increase. It’s because I don’t understand the situation. Llewelyn waited until Melody calmed down.

Llewelyn answered only after Melody, who had been pouring out questions for a long time, quieted down.

“To tell you the truth, I can’t believe it. I’m coming to see you today, probably soon… I also thought it was sudden, but I was thinking that I would have to see it someday. It worked out anyway.”

“… Why on earth do you want to meet me?”

“Because the Empress can answer.”

Llewelyn had countless questions.

What on earth is this planet, Netel, that these so-called transcendents are so obsessed with?

Also, why are we still obsessed even though the gods ascended to heaven and were all killed?

Why is Llewelyn here, and why is my sister here?

What is the game picture Darker?

You may be able to answer at least some of them. The Empress Llewelyn knew she could answer, and she was sure to answer.

And Llewelyn said she didn’t prefer to go around in circles trying to find a solution. Uncharacteristic of Llewelyn, she thought for a long time and had a long conflict.

In the end, she could only think of a simple solution. The simplest and simplest solution was too self-destructive and I was not attracted to it.

Llewelyn ascends to heaven and is eaten by the star, and the star saves the world.

It’s an ending that makes you laugh out loud. If the game ended like that, it was clear that Llewelyn would leave a resolutely negative review of the game.

‘But possession is the rule of the country.’

Rather, it is simple because there is a clear ‘bad ending’ and all you have to do is twist it. The difficult thing is to conclude a story that has no ending or has not yet concluded.

Llewelyn’s knowledge and experience alone will do nothing. Fortunately, Llewellyn knew his subject well.

He was no different from Yoon Se-jin, a boy who was still devastated by the loss of his older sister and had also lost the purpose of his life.

He was imprisoned for a year, spent as a blood bag, jumped and became a monster, and went through various journeys to get to this place.

The fundamentals have not changed.

“They say the world is going to end. That’s what the Empress said, and you can believe it. Ignitor also said something similar, and I think that if we don’t do anything, we will perish.”

I fought the god of night. To be exact, he was a transcendental person who ate the god of the night.

It was a very large giant with invisible arms. I couldn’t tell if only the arms were transparent, the entire body, or only part of it was visible.

It was extremely strong. He felt free just because he had eaten the providence.

He held onto the rising east and the blue-tinged sky, pulled it down and closed it as if it were some kind of shutter, turning it into night, and turned the night sky into a sword blade and swung it.

If Llewelyn didn’t have the power and knack to similarly bend the logic, he would have been defeated.

Likewise, the sister’s killing of the star contained a grand principle toward ‘killing’ and a principle that enabled Geomseong to fight in any situation, so he won.

‘… ‘Indigenous period.’

My thoughts deepen once again. The power to bend human principles is a skill that anyone can master if they reach the extreme.

That alone felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing to worry about right now. Anyway, if you ask the Empress, she will give you an answer somehow.

“I’m planning on going to see you… ?!”

“No, they said it was from the Empress. All you have to do is meet.”

However, I can vaguely see the outline, if only by guessing.

The power of humans and the subtle nuances of the story told by the God of Dreams.

It was said as if humans could become gods. It seemed that God was not born as a god and simply reigns.

It seems that a human being who reached the peak, gained great fame, and reached the status of a deserving god could have become a god.

Isn’t the uniqueness a trace of that? If the providence that transcendentalists enjoyed so much remains even a possibility for humans.

Isn’t the transcendent coming to prey on all humans and the world? It was a guess, but it seemed plausible.

Llewellyn deduced her answer from her own senses, not from her divine intuition.

Because Llewelyn picked the wrong race, she only had the process shortened. At that time, the intuition she gained through divinity whispered.

This is possible because it is in a pure state without any impurities. Llewellyn let out a laugh.

She said, ‘Is that impurity called death? My thoughts are so impure.’

As she laughed at her her own pun her her her, she felt Melody holding her hand her her her.

Llewelyn is not alone. There was no one she could live with on her own.

By the time she still had her sister, she knew that she couldn’t live without her.

And when her sister she was gone, she realized that she was not her only helper.

She distributed leaflets looking for her sister with the help of her friends.

She originally had to live on her street because she could not pay her rent, but her landlord had not paid her rent for several months.

Fearing that she would starve, she provided food to her, and she often brought her her side dishes and even introduced her to jobs.

That wasn’t enough for her and she had to work several jobs, but thanks to her, she survived.

She was the same even after becoming Llewell Lin. Llewelyn knew that well.

If Isla had n’t picked her up, she might have been eaten by cannibals forever, or her throat could have been cut while she was unconscious.

If she hadn’t had Melody’s help, she wouldn’t have known the way to go and would have wasted time until the destruction of the world, and if Lorian hadn’t helped her, she wouldn’t have been able to overcome countless times. Times. Battles.

If she hadn’t had her sister, she wouldn’t have found a reason to live, a reason to continue this journey.

Without Ortemilia’s little help, most of what she has achieved would not have been possible.

The same was true for Ajae, Lie Hejedia, and Valterök Arba. Although I can’t say exactly how much help they provided due to Llewelyn’s lack of knowledge, there is definitely something possible with their help.

People cannot live alone. Llewelyn knew that well. From her starving childhood to the time when her sister left and she faced the world.

Llewellyn lived through endless experiences.

So it wasn’t difficult for her to ask the Empress for an answer.

Melody sighed deeply, as if she knew Llewelyn’s true intentions.

“… So when are you coming?”

“When do you think it is?”

As soon as she asked, the answer came back to her. A completely different voice. It’s so faint that even the sense of melody can’t capture the moment of speaking.

On the one hand, it has a presence that hits you the moment it appears. It was such a powerful presence that I couldn’t help but chew and swallow the goosebumps running down my spine.

“Empress.”

Llewellyn brushed aside such presence as if nothing had happened and said,

Among the people in the pantheon, a being who had never been treated alone by anyone except Llewelyn stood quietly with his back turned.

The only thing Melody could do was to hold her breath, and the Empress glanced at Melody and smiled.

“Do I feel like I’m being crushed to death?”

“Just do it in moderation. “Grandma.”

Llewelyn casually talked nonsense to the Empress. She wanted to scold Melody for not doing that, but

It’s difficult to even muster the strength to do that. Melody said she had never felt such a powerful presence.

Although temperamentally different, it was a feeling that reminded me of the ‘God of the Night’ I fought just a few days ago.

A being that is huge and bends the rules. They have the speed and stealth to reach the grassland at the entrance to the pantheon without any trouble.

Melody knew it intuitively. If this Empress wishes, she can bring about more destruction than Lucilla in one fell swoop.

Although the methods are greatly different. The mere fact that that is possible is terrifying.

Even with the most powerful magic of the Destruction School, such a thing would not be possible. It was when Melody was barely able to breathe.

“If you harass the melody, it’s negotiation and nothing else. She’ll just tell me to fuck off and scream at me. “She perverts here.”

“What would she do if she never bullied her? What if I was crushed to death like a bug just by standing there?”

“Then did you take away the feeling of intimidation? “I don’t have any sense of age.”

As a melody, I was more embarrassed than grateful.

The difference in capabilities compared to the opponent is clearly felt, but since Melody is not a fighter on the front line, if you fight against her, you will inevitably be defeated.

How dare you provoke me like that? Melody was shaking, unable to even breathe comfortably, but Llewelyn was not.

He was honestly annoyed. To such a strong opponent, he was quite confident in saying that he would call someone because he knew the difference in capabilities.

What if the judgment is distorted by those words?

They might be able to repell them if they come, but by the time the Empress kills Melody and Llewelyn and runs away, it is already too late. What the people who came to help will find is the raw meat of two shattered humans.

So Melody tried to stop Llewelyn.

“It’s nice to see your confident appearance. Is that so?”

Melody tried to calm her pounding heart as she felt her mood lifting.

Still, my heart is beating wildly. Melody thought as she relieved the tremors that remained in her body her by squeezing Llewelyn’s hand her her her her.

Why did Llewellyn drag Melody all the way here?

Melody was a duelist. Her role was to fight with words and swords, and negotiation and negotiation were her specialties.

Melody thought as she drew the image of her empress her her through her senses of touch and hearing, over the loud sound of her heartbeat her.

The Empress cannot harm Llewelyn. Unless she liked that kind of irreverence, she had something she wanted from Llewelyn that she had to turn a blind eye to.

Melody noticed this and squeezed Llewelyn’s hand tightly, and Llewelyn smiled secretly.

“I think you’re ready to have a conversation, so shall we move on to the main topic, Grandma?”

The Empress looked at Llewelyn with her pupils filled with a mixture of colors beyond her veil, and as Llewelyn looked into her eyes, she said.

“Explain the transcendent you serve.”

The corners of the Empress’s mouth were curved so wide that they were visible even through the veil of her.