Chapter 241. <We Sat in the Living Room of an Old City(2) >
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Translator: Seven
[âThe Lady Who Walks Through the Mirageâ is manifesting.]
In an instant, the light that descended from the sky broke into small pieces that floated down.
Countless petals, petals, petalsâŠ
The shiny white petals fell into the courtyard. The petals only had color, they didnât have an outline or scent, so they resembled transparent butterflies dancing beautifully.
âMmmm! Hello!â
Then, in the midst of the fluttering petals, one of the Towerâs pillars stretched with all their might.
âLong time no see! Everyone!â
The pillar. The Lady Who Walks Through the Mirage was a blonde little girl.
The Lady used the petals like a staircase as she descended from the sky with small hops. Those of us in the courtyard looked at the scene which looked like a god dancing as she descended to the ground.
âHow have you all been? Were you all satisfied with the vacation I gave you?â
Tak.
Finally, the Ladyâs shoes crushed the last petal and she stepped onto the ground. The crushed petals turned into white dust before disappearing without a trace.
âIya, Death King. Itâs so lovely to see you together with your beloved lover and beloved son.â
The Lady looked around. Surrounding her were those who had once carried the yoke of hundred ghosts, but had now gained living bodies.
âRight. It seems you had a really great holiday, Death King.â
âHnng.â
The Lady seemed to realize something.
Then, she turned her head to look right at me.
âItâs been a long time, Lady.â
âHuh. I sent you here to take a break. But what is this, instead of a holiday it seems you did something unimaginable. Death King, why do they have physical forms? Why have they returned to their primes?â
âI did what I always do.â
I spread my palm.
âI got a good skill, and used it for good.â
When the skill opened, a golden skill card appeared. Upon seeing the golden card, the Ladyâs eyebrows furrowed.
â[Earth Bone Dragonâs Skull]âŠ? Wait a minute. This,â
âYes. Itâs a skill your mother has.â
ââŠâ
âI know youâre the Tower Masterâs first daughter. And I also know that the Tower Masterâs real name is Ja Soo-jung.â
The Ladyâs expression stiffened.
The more words I continued to say, the more the surrounding atmosphere darkened.
With a âhngâ, the Lady tilted her head and looked at me.
âRight. You really learned a lot, Death King.â
âYes.â
âAwesome. Amazing. Ng, Iâm not joking. It really is a sincere compliment. Because if you have a copy of momâs skill, that means you died to her onceâ In that case, did you see it?â
The Lady gently grabbed my forearm.
Then, she leaned her body like a snake, and whispered into my ear.
âMomâs trauma.â
ââŠâ
âHow much did you see?â
It was only then that I realized that the faces of the Lady and the Tower Master were similar. Both of them had brilliant blond hair that would make platinum blondes envious. They also had the same habit of whispering into other peopleâs ears.
âI fell right in the center of the Noble Council that the Tower Master was attending.â
âAha. Um, aha. So?â
âI eventually realized just how rotten the world the Tower Master was living in was. And how Ja Soo-jung saved such a place. And that she went on to become a Duke.â
âIs that all?â
âAnd I also found out about the Golden Rule.â
The Lady closed her lips.
[âThe Lady Who Walks Through the Mirageâ is shocked.]
It seemed she hadnât expected me to get so far.
âThere I saw the Tower Masterâs will. The Tower Master intends to bear all the wounds occurring in the world.â
âMom isnât saying that lightly. She really intends to create that kind of world.â
The Ladyâs voice was weak.
âA world where everyone blames just one person, so that there are no more [people who were wrong for being born]. A world where mom is the only person who was wrong for being born.â
Her eyes seemed to be looking somewhere else.
âIn the past, when the light of reason was extinguished, people were engulfed in fear. They used scapegoats to alleviate that fear and dump sins and pain. Just like the Snail Empire that heretic created.â
All of this happened because of you.
âThe world of primitive religion, which was created to try to soothe peopleâs feelings and logically wraps in the conclusions of human history, overlaps with momâs world.â
All of this happened because of me.
âHow fun.â
The Lady, who said those words, didnât actually look happy at all.
However, soon enough, the Ladyâs tone of voice changed as if she was trying to change her mood.
âIn any case, Death King, you managed to come back after going there. Youâre a lot tougher than I expected. Iâm not the type of person to give compliments, but I think I need to. Thatâs awesome.â
With an âO-!â sound, the Lady clapped her hands together.
[âThe Lady Who Walks Through the Mirageâ praises you.]
Mm.
âYouâre welcome to give me compliments. But you should send us to the next stage first. The holiday was longer than expected. I have to think about my colleagues waiting up there.â
âHuh, well, I already took care of that so you donât have to worry. But okay.â
The Lady looked around.
âThen letâs tear you apart. Iâll send Raviel to the world with the Somerwin Academy. Should I send the Constellation Killer to the Planetarium Cafe? Hng, the 999 cult members are a problem. For the time being, you can train in the MurimâŠâ
âLady-nim.â
âYou donât have to do that.â
I took the Ladyâs hand.
âThe people here. Everyone except for Raviel. Will participate in the next stage attack.â
âHuuhâŠ?â
The Lady crossed her arms.
âWhat are you talking about? Floors 30 to 40 are only accessible to the highest ranked Hunters. I know your warriors are strong, but they havenât yet been ranked.â
âNo.â
I was still holding the Ladyâs wrist.
âTheyâre going up to the next stage with me.â
âWhat?â
âNot just this stage, but the next stage, and the stage after that. They will continue to move with me until we see the end of the Tower.â
Words that didnât conform to the rules.
Behavior that wasnât tolerated in the Tower.
I was saying [itâs okay] as if it didnât matter.
âHmph.â
The Ladyâs lips curled.
âHow will you do that? What authority do you have?â
âI donât have any authority. All I have is what we talked about when you first arrived, itâs just this skill.â
I showed her the [Earth Bone Dragonâs Skull] card.
âThey are all tied to my skill [Earth Bone Dragonâs Skull].â
âHuh. So?â
âAnd in the books of Apocalypse, which also accepted a limited number of people, I wrote âthe Hundred Ghosts Reincarnationâ.â
I spoke forcefully.
âIn other words, the addition of people according to a skill, does not violate the rules of the Tower.â
âHeh. In other words?â
âIt is the same this time. I possess the [Earth Bone Dragonâs Skull], and there are about 1,000 people from my family clan bound to it. Therefore, it would be correct to interpret it as the 1,000 troops of my family clan being attached to me.â
âOur Death King doesnât have a habit of playing by the rules.â
The Lady smiled mischievously.
âHowever, werenât the hundred ghosts your summoned beasts? These guys are living humans. Or is Death King trying to say that you treat them as your summoned beasts? Or are you trying to request another pillar council again because there is an interpretation problem.â
The Lady was without a doubt the Tower Masterâs daughter. The smile that hung from her lips as she turned around with her hands behind her back was reminiscent of a snakeâs glistening scales.
âIâm telling you, the probability of you receiving support in the pillar council again wouldnât be very high. Especially if itâs made known that you have momâs skill.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âYou saw the Kingdomâs noble council, didnât you? There were many people who worshiped mom and just as many that hated her. Naturally, this is the same among the pillars. Death King, the fact that you have momâs skill alone is enough to offendââ
âLady.â
I interrupted her.
I asked the lady whose head was tilted.
âLady. What is a [skill] to you?â
Hng, after making a sound, the Lady immediately replied without hesitation.
âA preservation technique. A tool for winning against others. A way to occupy a favorable position. â
âNo.â
I shook my head.
âI thought that at first too.â
âHmm, then what?â
âSkills, without exception, contain the [life] of someone who lived in another world.â
Ja Soo-jung had told me.
Skills encompassed the abilities that someone had or someoneâs life.
To put it simply, skills were self portraits, and when we used skills, we werenât just attacking someone, at the same time, we were proving the trace of someone who had been in the world a very long time ago.
âI can tell just by recalling the [Puppeteerâs Parade] card.â
A skill that the Constellation Killer once had.
Although I didnât have it, I remembered the description of the card vividly.
Using aura, I created an imitation in the air that had the same words written on it.
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[Puppeteerâs Parade]
Rank: S
Effect: In some world, there lived an old puppeteer. The puppeteer was afraid of receiving love, but he wasnât strong enough to endure eternal solitude.
âLetâs make another me.â So, the puppeteer designed it. âLet the other me be loved. Let it live with people, among people. And if it gets hurtâIâll throw it away,â whispered the puppeteer.
âErase it forever.â
Countless puppets lived.
Countless puppets were discarded.
This skill is a black art for the weak. The ability to choose or throw away memories. You can make 13 puppets that have the exact same appearance and abilities as you. When one puppet dies, another one awakens. Broken dolls can be repaired.
It is your imitation of immortality. A fabricated eternity.
â»However, memories are not shared between puppets.
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âEven [Goblin High Society] carries the same logic.â
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[Goblin High Society]
Rank: F
Effects: The king goblin was lost in thought. âThe level of culture for us goblins is too low. All languages end in kerrk, kerk. I cannot show my dignity with this!â Then, the king goblinâs genius mind flashed. âThatâs right! From now on, I will speak gork and not kerk. Gork! Itâs a pronunciation that perfectly fits the precious king.â
â»However, the fights within the tribe become worse.
â»This is a skill copied from the Great King Goblin monster.
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âIf skills were just tools, and their only meaning was for a function, then why were there so many explanations like that?â
âYou just said it, Death King. Itâs because people usually like to think there is some depth in the setting when fancy flavor text is included in the card game. In reality, itâs just to overwhelm others-â
âNo.â
Interrupting the Lady again, I lifted a skill card.
âSkills arenât just meant to overwhelm others.â
The card in my hand was [Sword Constellation].
A card I got as a beginner who didnât know anything.
âInstead, it is a system for connecting with others.â
And it was a skill that had a deep impact on me.
âSkill card open.â
Letters leaked out from the card in my hand.
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[Sword Constellation]
Rank: A+
Effect: A ghost from another world. He cleared the 99th floor in another world but failed the 100th floor and died. The resentment remained, causing him to become a ghost. He cannot interfere with the physical world, but it is possible to tamper with the ownerâs mind.
Seek advice from his rich experience and amazing skills!
â»However, no one can see the ghost except for the owner.
â»This skill was copied from Hunter Marcus Calenbury.
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Bae Hu-ryeong stood behind me, with his hands behind his back, showing the same appearance as the days when heâd dominated the murim.
âThis is the real intent behind skills.â
I said.
âTo connect people with people. Connect worlds with worlds. The fact that the skill I used to stretch my legs today, is the same technique an old master spent his entire life to learn some time, long ago. So through skills, we can feel other humans and connect with them.â
That.
âThat is what your mother, the Owner of the Tower, wanted.â
ââŠâ
The Lady was silent.
Very silent.
She opened her lips for a moment, before closing them, and then opening them again.
âSeriously,â
So the Ladyâs words flowed out occasionally with long intervals in between.
âI canât put it into words.â
Silence fell again.
âSo, Death King. You want to go up together?â
âYes. Please.â
âHuu.â
The Lady sighed heavily.
[âThe Lady Who Walks Through the Mirageâ shakes her head.]
The Lady swung her sleeves and shouted at the surroundings.
âI will send all of you to the 36th Floor! If you have things to pack, do so quickly! I wonât give you much time, so make sure you all gather in two minutes! Quickly! Hurry! Iâm busy!â
Clang clang clang.
At that, the warriors, who had been utterly disorganized, began to move. They moved as carefully as they could, but that alone was enough to make the old hanok shake as if it was being swept away by an earthquake.
âHoh.â
I was dumbfounded.
âOi! Be careful! If you break anythingâŠâ
âIâm fine.â
The house owner, Ja Soo-jung, spoke plainly.
âThese are things I donât use anyway. If theyâre broken, it wouldnât be that bad because they would be memories of you guys coming and going.â
ââŠâ
I took a deep breath.
Then, to the alter of God, who was determined to sacrifice everything and live the most miserable life in the world, the being that was simply the incarnation of maternal instinct, the 3rd Grade Student of Shinseo Middle School, Ja Soo-jung, I said.
âWould you like to come with us?â
âNo.â
The question was long, but the answer was short.
Ja Soo-jung bowed.
âIâm sorry. But if I go, no one will take care of the rabbits at school.â
ââŠâ
âThere are also people who would be sad if I left. Not many, but there would certainly be some. Itâs summer vacation now, but Mr. Baek, Senior, and Ms. Doyun too. They would probably feel lonely if this one disappears. So, Iâm sorry, but I canât accept Mr. Gong-jaâs offerâ
Perhaps.
If I asked for [help].
Ja Soo-jung would follow me without hesitation.
Because she was God, a fragment of God.
Because she was a part of a God who wished to bear the scars of everyone.
ââŠyes.â
I wasnât climbing the Tower to prove Godâs omnipotence.
âThen it canât be helped. Stay healthy, Ms. Ja Soo-jung. In the meantime, Iâd like to apologize for my discourtesy. Thanks to you, I was able to enjoy a comfortable stay with my lover and son. For everything, really, thank you for your consideration⊠You have my heartfelt thanks.â
In order to create a world that didnât need God, I would climb the Tower.
To show that it was possible to live happily without asking God for help.
âYes.â
To prove that she wasnât wrong for being born.
âTravel safely, Mr. Gong-ja.â
Ja Soo-jung prayed for me.
Then, at that moment, pure white light enveloped the old hanok.
[The 36th stage is being opened.]
[Those climbing the Tower.]
Just before we were completely wrapped in light.
When I looked back, worried about Ja Soo-jung who was near me, I saw a surprising figure.
Ja Soo-jung was smiling brightly. And her hands were clasped together as if she was praying. With the white light shining around her, she looked like a God praying to a human, not a human praying to a God.