Sword Whisperer

'Life really..... I have no way of knowing.'

He, who had lifted his sword to save the world, was now stretching out his sword to destroy the world. His blade was not a demon, but a god, and what he could gain at the end of it was not paradise, but merely a world where tragedy and drama coexisted, but still contradictory.

If he continues to think, if he continues to doubt, he will end up stumbling upon his own thoughts. The blade will be powerless, and you won't be able to keep up with the voices you've heard.

Still, there is no good cause for Van.

Perhaps justice really stands on Hagan's side. What Van is doing may be revenge he didn't win just by himself. But it's strange. Van may be the most regrettable thing in my life, but I felt my heart boiling more than ever.

— Don't think, Van.

Van followed Luke's advice. I put my mind down. I moved the sword as my heart commanded, as the boiling blood led me.

The world repeats its collapse and regeneration every time it does. If Van's blade could tear the whole world apart, Hagan could rebuild the whole world. It was a fight that would never end. Hagan cries in a disdainful voice.

— Can't you see them? Do you not know who your blade is headed for?

"Shut up."

Van bowed. His sliding blade throws out the ashes that were coming at him in a moment. Hagan screams painfully. Just as Van's voices would eventually be connected to Van, the world was now also connected to Hagan.

Killing this world was killing Hegan, and killing Hegan was killing this world. Van felt it instead of thinking about it all. I felt the inevitable unreasonability of this beautiful world, and I grabbed the knife he was holding more firmly.

8-Star. The power to put your thoughts down, to carry your will.

If it's Hagan's power to make what he says come true, it's Van's power to cut whatever he wants. At first glance, Hagan's power may seem as overwhelming as it is more comprehensive, but the reality is not.

Well, depth is more important than width.

Hagan's words accomplish everything. But, uh...

Van even slashes his words.

Shieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I didn't even have to bellow something. Just by pulling a sword in the air, the laws and history that Hagan had worked so hard to build were easily cut off like grass.

Hagan stares at the half like that. With wind, with flowers, with sparrows sitting on branches and floating bodies. His eyes and ears were everywhere in the world.

'How can you deny me?'

In fact, it was Hagan who wanted to deny all these things the most.

Of course. The moment Hagan decides that his own sacrifice can never bring out the greatest number of happiness, Hagan will be happy if he sacrifices only himself for life. Therefore, not everyone is happy because I haven't sacrificed myself yet. I was forced to come to the conclusion that: '

Of course, no one will force Hagan to implement such a plan. In the first place, they didn't even know if the plan existed. But Hagan knew. Many of the voices in him asked Hagan.

— Hey, Hagan. Why is the world so unreasonable?

— You can change the world, can't you?

— Yes, a little…… if you eat a little, you can change everything so easily…….

— It's not a sin to sit still, despite being given the power to change the world?

Admittedly, Hagan was not a man of justice. No, he was just an arrogant prince everywhere. His spirit was so strong that it came out of his arrogance and his superstition in the end.

However, even if I am the only selfish person I know, it was hard to say that the person who could have taken salvation from me had to watch him fall into ruin every day. I had to be determined. Hagan had to accept that it was his destiny to create a new world.

So, Hagan sold the north at night.

Taking out the lights of the lighthouse was so easy, but dealing with the darkness was so hard. Hagan had nightmares every day. His self-loathing tormented him every day. The spirit weakened..... and then Luke found him.

— Do you have any last words?

Those eyes. Those eyes that were as violent as beasts.... When can he forget?

Through Luke, Hagan didn't see the messenger holding my life line. What he saw was the price of his sin. Faced with the sadness and hatred in Luke's eyes, Hagan realized that I had done something irreversible.

And then he died to Luke.

I wouldn't have been pushed, at least, if I hadn't beaten Luke originally. But through all those events, the faith that Hagan had in himself was truly weakened. His spirit was no different than a mere Balagoth, and Luke's sword could not find an enemy in the lost kingdom.

Hagan became a ghost like that.

At first, it was a busy time to find my mind. Ghost instinct was in obsession with foolishness. And Hagan had so much foolishness that he could hardly count it by hand.

I wish I had a life, or a time of death, where I could not see the reality due to foolishness and the past. Hagan got tired of spending a day blind to my foolishness, as every ghost does. The lost reason returned slowly, and the goal that Hagan had with him was indeed brief.

Save the world.

It was the only thing he could do. It's what makes every word you say come true. Why can't we call it paradise?

Hagan regained the power of the Spirit. His spirit was more powerful than ever. Had the source of the power he had before been in his arrogance, he would now be responsible for crossing his life and death.

Ironically, because of the Northerners I dragged into the devastation, Hagan was perfectly determined to save the world.

But Van draws his sword into his salvation.

It's like it's not salvation.

Your sins, like nothing can be washed away.

— You don't know anything, little one..!

"I don't know how old you must have gotten."

Van makes a wallpaper.

"For years, I don't even look this way."

No, probably ahead. If you put the half lives together, maybe it was longer than the history of the world, not shorter.

Hagan throws up his anger and stares at the class. His texts began to swarm like a flying worm.

— Then fuck off with all those years!

It was an ominous character. And the efficacy it showed was not an ominous level. One of his voices, which swung his sword hard and cut off the world, disappeared from the world without even screaming at the moment he touched it.

'…… I have a voice.'

I'm not connected to him anymore. Hagan's voice rang alongside the thunder.

— No more mercy. I don't want any understanding or permission of my paradise. You don't have that kind of authority..!

"Neither are you entitled to paradise."

The apple tree soars like a waterfall that rises upside down toward the sky. Van climbs up to the sky, climbing on that tree. The cloud draws near, the sky draws near, and the sun draws near. Van aims his sword at the sun.

"You just told me to play your penance until the end of these people's lives...!"

The voice of the beast is on the blade. And it was that moment. A half-blade reveals a massive crack over the sky, where a giant apple tree swept through the sky with a plumage. It was a grey crack. Half cried out as he stared at the crack, staring at the ominous night and day as he told me the nature of the world.

"You don't deserve to be a god."

— Then what do you intend to do with me? What do you intend to get?

"I don't know."

However, he only summons Dong.

We must bring the right end to that war that has not been fruitful and is over.

"I'll finish with you."

Again and again,

Now is not the time to think.

Van's blade moved. Cut off the idea of what you cut, what you get, what you lose, everything. Hagan has sinned, and he must pay for it. It may not be that simple, but Van decided to do so.

And it was that moment. A pair of couples appeared above the crack. Half of them were forced to stop for a moment, and looking at half of them, Hegan laughed at them.

—.. Yes. Destroy the world? Then do it. However, you will have to carry the feeling of cutting off your parents with your hands for the rest of your life.

"Hagan...!"

If you end the world anyway, there's no difference between them. Did you think you would be free from that responsibility just because you're invisible? I'll tell you right here. The two are in the end the same. Physical distances do not also drop responsibility from you. If you have to satisfy more than you have by abandoning your living parents, do so. But.....

Can you handle that?

Hagan didn't say the last word, but Van nevertheless seemed to have heard it so clearly. The voices of the sword looked at him one by one. Their eyes seemed confident, but at the same time they did not seem to be able to see him.

The sword trembles. Hagan no longer exercised any of those transfers. I noticed Van didn't seem to be able to swing the knife after all.

— If it's wrong for me to sacrifice the north to make paradise, would you say it's justice to sacrifice the parents to make it abolish?

Still, Van couldn't answer. Hagan's words always seemed right, and Van chose to stop thinking instead of answering in front of him.

Van looked at the heat and the sights. In this sudden uproar, they were also embarrassed, but they looked at each other with strangely calm eyes, and soon they looked at Van. Then, I started to open my mouth quietly.

'......!'

'..............! "

Their voices did not reach. But Van saw the shape of his mouth, and could see what they were saying. Actually, it was their only 'voice' that Van remembered. They were reciting what was written on their hands.

'The fever says. At the moment of fire, the charcoal loses its value. But if you don't light it, the charcoal is worthless.'

It is worthwhile until you put a knife to the blood, but it is nevertheless something that must be put to the blood.

'Suya says. My husband is a bullshitter.'

No, actually, that's just plausible nonsense. There is no meaning in what the fever says. But.....

Van thought, if that's bullshit, why would they count that as something they could leave at the end of their lives?

Even if it's bullshit, if it's worth it.

Van was evil at it. The knife loses value the moment it buries blood. Then what do you need to cut with that knife? When is the ideal use?

You must cut the object that makes the knife valuable. In a world where knives are worthless, no one needs to find them.

…… of course, it's still just nonsense, as Suya said.

"Father. And..... Mother. Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Van grabs the knife. I can feel Hagan's distrustful young gaze sweeping him away. The voices of the sword looked at him with a solemn expression, with no one to exclude.

Suya and Fever look at him.

They're waiting for his joke.

"I, too, have to do a bunch of bullshit."

And, uh...

The world was cut.