Love Letter From The Future

6. Proof of Existence (70)

The world is dyed in a brilliant silver light.

Each spot where the waves of starlight passed by has lost its color. All things, deprived of momentum along with saturation, gradually slowed down.

Conventionally, everything stops.

In the achromatic field of vision, in the vacuum of power, only I was breathing.

I felt a burning pain in my retina. Golden magic overflowed, and I entered unfamiliar information in my vision.

Innumerable trajectories and solid lines of time and space.

The world I’ve seen so far is only a small part of it. The imaginary trajectory and space he had witnessed in every battle would be nothing more than a paving stone for recognizing this scenery.

But even this was only a superficial perception.

The true reality of the world was located beyond this. With a click and the sound of something engaging, the entire space began to rotate.

eyes are felt

Countless yet singular beings were looking down at me. Before I knew it, an endless void surrounded me.

How can I express this?

It was a realm that no mere creature dared to look up at. The torrent of infinite power was swirling and giving birth to all kinds of natural disasters.

Earthquakes, tidal waves, typhoons, and other wrath of Mother Nature that mankind cannot handle.

I really didn’t know the limits. As my senses expanded, I forcibly realized how insignificant a position I occupied in the world.

breathing becomes rough

Where is this place? Who am I?

The senses that were so sensitive were recognizing the whole world as one. My presence in it was not seen, heard, or felt.

Before I knew it, I was looking down at me.

One of the many eyes that fell on me was me. Consciousness moved farther and farther away from the frozen body.

swept away

An instinctive sense of danger passed through my head, but I just stood there, not knowing what to do. The instinct as a living being collapsed, and the fact that I had taken for granted before felt unfamiliar.

how do muscles work

How can I control my breathing and how can I distinguish between the world and ‘me’?

There was nothing obvious about that. The flow is arrogant, but it did not move without any cause. The new contemplation repeatedly destroyed and recreated the self.

Now even the sound of breathing is vague.

The sea of truth was surging indifferently. In line with the ebb and flow, my consciousness was shaken as well. I couldn’t stand it with the power of a mere human mind.

Suddenly, a feeling of helplessness sets in.

It would be the end if I closed my eyes like this, but everything felt like a futile struggle.

Then, as if out of nowhere.

“… … Don’t fall apart.”

A whisper seemed to pass by my ear. The fainting spirit was awakened at once.

Where are you, where did you hear it from?

sight returns I was standing in an achromatic world.

A land of silence where tens of thousands of people, judges on high cliffs, and even saints and saints do not move.

There was a man sitting behind my back.

Fatigued golden eyes stared at me indifferently.

“Can you face it?”

My eyes turned to the back side of the world again.

I immediately understood the man’s advice not to get swept away. If you witnessed it even once, it was only natural that you lose your self and become part of that flow.

To be honest, I didn’t have the courage to do it easily.

The hand holding the handle of the sword trembled. Convulsions soon spread throughout the body.

sick and hard

Is this really the way I should go?

I felt like crying and whining. But it couldn’t come crashing down like this.

make a resolution

An unshakable mindset was the foundation of the image.

The silvery aura that had swept the world began to scatter brilliant light again. The fragments of the stars were stuck in the air and guided my sword.

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Just before correcting the swordplay according to that guidance.

A bit of uneasiness remained that I couldn’t let go of, so I looked back and asked.

“… … How should I proceed?”

For a while, no answer came back.

The man just silently stared at me with an incomprehensible gaze, then let out a light sigh.

“Take one step first.”

Right after I took that step.

“After that, don’t fight.”

The world goes dark.

There was a sense that even the obvious metaphors of a gale or beam of light were not enough. The sword became a single ray of direct sunlight and passed through the saint’s body.

I was panting before I knew it, and my knees were touching the ground.

And again the world regains its color.

Pak, the sound of blood gushing out.

“… … The Holy Son bleeds!”

The astonishment that shook the whole mountain, and the aftermath of the belated sword attack squeezed the muscles of the whole body.

Even the moans don’t come out properly.

I groaned and forcibly swallowed the blood that rose up from my throat. Even as my vision blurred, my teeth gritted.

It was shallow.

Even my black steel, shimmering with a silvery aura, was eager to cut like pudding. Nevertheless, the feeling of beating the Saint was too shallow.

Could human flesh, made of flesh and blood, be harder than steel?

Hurry up and get ready for the next crash.

From somewhere, I felt a hand caressing my cheek.

My eyes slowly turned to the front. Along with the clearing of my vision, I felt the dew dripping on my palm.

was a saint

As if her tear ducts were out of order, water droplets were constantly flowing from her pale pink eyes. My throat, which couldn’t even come out of crying, let out suppressed moans.

It was hard.

It was strange. I wanted to scream that my whole body hurts, but I cried and cried and said that I wanted to quit because it was hard now.

As soon as I saw the saintess’s tears, I felt that the hardships so far had been nothing.

I just wanted to hug the saintess who was shedding tears with her head down.

“Why why… Ugh, I did… … .”

I was out of breath and couldn’t even answer properly.

Seeing me like that, the saintess’ cries deepened.

“Oh, it hurts… It’s hard, I would have wanted to give up long ago… Why, why… … !”

The questions he had been holding back were overflowing.

Perhaps it was the saintess’ true intentions.

A bitter cry broke out.

“I am nothing! I’m just a girl from an orphan who didn’t know how to be cool and was just proud of herself! me, for me… There is no need to go this far, anywhere!”

“Because I believe in you.”

Startled, the saintess stiffened her body.

He immediately asked in a trembling voice.

“Because I, I am a ‘saint’… … ?”

“Because it is you.”

I said, “Huh,” with a smile as if telling me not to worry.

The blood that had been boiling up until just before that had calmed down. It was hard to breathe, but my voice was strangely calm.

It might have been some kind of bluff.

But I sincerely believed in the woman in front of me. He trusted his upright will and sincerity toward the weak. If someone asks me if I believe in heavenly gods, I won’t be able to say for sure now.

I believed in one human being, not a god.

He also believed in miracles that humans could achieve.

“Anything is fine. Whether it’s a ‘saint’ or a crybaby girl from an orphan… is it you?”

Tears seemed to fill her pale pink eyes again, but soon after, the saintess fell facedown and began to sob. I looked down at him for a moment with a pitying look, then staggered to my feet.

In my mind, I wanted to share more of the encounter with the saintess.

But for that, the enemy I have to deal with is too strong.

I had to pull the muscles of my body tight while holding the sword.

And then, amidst the buzzing noise, an explosion.

“Ugh, whoops… Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

A roar of laughter rang through the air.

The ground shakes, clouds of dust rise, and tens of thousands of people scream and all kinds of noises mix.

The rising magic power formed a haze. Between the melting scenery, the pale eyes that hit me.

In an instant, the flickering pupils filled the field of vision and then disappeared.

With such a sense of intimidation, I forcibly calmed my already trembling body.

The saint was looking back at me.

The side of the robe he was wearing was ripped and tattered. The blood-soaked cloth testified to the fact that he had once suffered scars on his body as well.

But now it has disappeared without a trace.

A voice filled with excitement and joy rang out.

“Indeed, the world that the Lord created is wonderful without end! What did you do, brother?! How could I have escaped the eyes of this poor servant!”

The sound of his panting breath and his eyes bloodshot from being excited spoke for the saint’s feelings.

His face was filled with joy.