Love Letter From The Future

6. Proof of Existence (64)

A cold stillness descended.

No one dared to open their mouths. It was such an overwhelming inaction that even the tens of thousands of people watching from a distance, including me, held their breath.

It was a single hit.

The opponent didn’t even use martial arts, which could be said to be his specialty. Even though he simply picked up a weapon that had been rolling on the ground and swung it, the scattered dirt and dust formed a thick cloud.

I was sitting in the middle of the horrors created by the monster.

A pit with a radius of several tens of meters.

The sunken ground made it possible to guess its power. Perhaps at the time of the collision, the dust rose high into the sky.

The sound of gasping for breath grew louder. Emotions irrelevant to my will were dominating my brain before I knew it.

scary.

I wanted to run away right away. The instincts engraved in my genes were crying out to me.

Turn around now and start running.

The class is different. Even such a plain impression could not fully describe the stark gap between me and the other person.

Is this the power of the only three masters on the continent, ‘Saints’?

Fortunately, I was out of the panic shortly after.

The crisis that almost died has passed countless times.

Of course, the real exhaust ‘death’ gave a different level of shock, but it was barely enough to hold on to the spirit.

Even so, the limbs were still shaking.

It was to the point where I couldn’t feel the sensation in my hand as I stammered across the ground in search of a sword.

It was then.

Tak, and a sword fell in front of me.

Sky blue eyes cast a silent gaze at me.

“I see, you have the ability to be called the divinity of the empire. I’d already come back to my senses.”

“Uh, how… … .”

I forcibly loosened my tongue, which had become very tense and hardened, and tried to pretend a bitter look in my eyes as I asked.

“How can you raise the dead?”

It was a question that even the engineering college forgot. It was rude enough to issue a fire order for committing disrespect, but the saint did not show any displeasure.

I was just talking quietly.

“Every master digs into a conundrum. Should I say it’s an intuition to see the world… Just as your teacher has been obsessed with ‘flow’.”

I just took one step, and my body started the game on its own.

I gritted my teeth and hit my thighs with my fist several times. Only then did the cramps in his legs subside.

The fear of death was too great.

It wasn’t just the body. Instinctive and unconscious, too deep scars remained in two areas.

To the extent that it is difficult to suppress with willpower.

Whether it was or not, the saint only continued to explain in a low voice.

“My interests were life and death. what is life And what is death? If our lives are the grace of the Lord, I thought that there should be anguish about it.”

My bewildered gaze inadvertently turned to the saint’s mace.

Having said that, the question still lingers. How on earth did he manage to exert that much power without even using an aura?

This, too, should have been answered in the saint’s commentary.

“Do you know the process by which the universe was created? The body built by the evil god Omerus was nothing more than an elaborate lump of clay. Then, when the Lord breathed into the body, the pulse began to beat and life began… … .”

Tak, the saint’s steps came out and stopped at a subtle distance.

But carelessness was forbidden. That person was a strong man who could close the distance in an instant no matter how far he was from me.

I forcibly raised my body, still unable to get out of the swamp of death.

A deep moan leaked out through the teeth of the mouth.

“It’s that ‘breath’ that I deal with. Should I call it ‘breath’ for short?”

I grabbed the sword and straightened my posture again.

Even when he exhaled, his violently beating heart did not calm down. But the more I did, the more I was determined.

don’t run away

Don’t be cowardly.

Every time I repeated that, it seemed as if the jet-black rod I had placed in my bosom responded to me.

“It’s not just life. All things breathe and share this ‘breath’. The source of life, and the source of all vitality… It has something to do with why you were resurrected.”

“… … Because you breathed into it?”

The saint had a pale arc line. It was a benevolent smile befitting the title.

“Have you ever heard of the souls of the dead remaining in the body for some time? If so, wouldn’t it be possible to reverse the life activity of the body?”

“Then, why don’t you deal with Auras… … .”

“Because the pure body is stronger.”

I slowly scanned the saint’s body with a white face.

It was not a body that looked weak like other priests or wizards. However, his physique was on the thin side, and no matter how he looked at it, it was hard to believe that he was the owner of such outrageous strength.

So the harm (解) has no choice but to work.

He was a person who could cause such horrors with his pure physical abilities alone.

There was no reason to deal with Aurors. And as long as all things have ‘breath’, there will be no need to fill it up separately.

It is also impossible to offset with auras and magical powers. It was a monster that reversed even life and death, and never got tired of fighting for days and days.

Goosebumps ran down my spine.

Can’t win.

“A lot of people train their bodies. But, who would hold the body as sacred as a martial artist?”

“Then why are you carrying a weapon?”

“Because if you don’t take up arms, you have to be sincere.”

With a fresh, harmless smile, the saint slowly began to correct his posture.

“Wouldn’t it be a nuisance if I blew up mountains every time I fought?”

come.

I noticed the saint’s signal and immediately went to the defense with all my might.

It is not a solution. If so, I had to respond with a conclusion.

Looking at the silvery aura firmly condensed on the blade, the saint nodded with a smile on his face.

“This is the right decision. Better than the first… However.”

Then, with a whimper, construction stops again.

It wasn’t even a moment.

It was as if different scenes were cut and pasted together. The saint had arrived in front of me before I knew it, and his chest light was exploding from his sky-blue eyes.

Even the warm smile was distorted fiercely.

damn, now

It was before I even started asking these questions.

“Not enough yet!”

Pak, and the sound of the blood-soaked brain splashing again.

The body exploded high into the sky with the explosion. That was my last memory.

Darkness, I opened my eyes panting again.

“How was your second death?”

“What the hell, how… … .”

My doubts went no further.

Pak, the body that lost its head stumbled and then fell over.

After dark, from the beginning again.

“If you want to give up, you are free to give up.”

Don’t be ridiculous, I gritting my teeth and screaming.

The result was the same.

Pak, the sensation of my skull exploding.

It was already the third.

“Did you say you wouldn’t run away?”

It was the same no matter how many times, no matter how many times I ran into it.

Whether attacking or defending, the result was always the same.

death.

Darkness.

and resurrection.

“Do you know how difficult and painful the road is?!”

I let out a breath I don’t know how many times now and opened my eyes.

It was the first time.

I’ve never faced such a blocky wall. In the meantime, even if I struggled, I could see hope.

But the ordeal that overtakes me now is on a different level.

There is no breakthrough in sight.

In fact, I was already ready to die. Because that was part of my plan.

A saint will not kill me. So, I tried to take on a challenge, challenge myself, and try to find a clue to awakening, even if it was just a tiny possibility.

is there a chance

It was a fundamental question. Even if I were to catch a clue of awakening right here, I couldn’t imagine the composition of winning against this monster.

The ordeal was stepping forward.

“Don’t run away, that’s a good word… But who would want to run away? Why did they have to run away?”

Tuck, Tuck.

The mace that struck the palm of the hand did not even properly retain its original shape. It was just a short iron rod.

But that was enough.

To break my lifeline, cause binge drinking and earthquakes.

The sound of panting breath is damp.

The body was complaining.

let’s stop now

“… … Because it is too painful.”

Every time the saint took a step through the dust, I groaned and struggled.

wake up, wake up

I couldn’t fall yet.

“That road is a road that will be covered in blood and flesh.”

One step, one step.

Far from getting up, the car was finally lying on its stomach.

I took a deep breath and lifted my head. My vision was blurred by the sweat.

“Compared to that, how considerate are the conditions? The body that should have died a long time ago is alive and moving. Even if you fall down, you can try again and again… But will it be like that in practice?”

With a smile full of benevolence, the saint declared.

“… … Impossible!”

The saint’s remaining hand drew the sign of the cross on his chest. He handed over the offer as if it was his last chance.

“There is still a chance to turn back, brother. Do you think your life is truly yours alone? Think of the countless lives you carry on your shoulders.”

My hands were shaking.

Answer, I had to answer.