The Foreigner on the Periphery

There was a man who was called the worst terrorist in history. His primary goal was to completely destroy the talent mining system established by the committee. The attempt was covert and the process was crafty. 

The Mint was unaware of the fact that he had been targeted for a long time, and only later on realized his presence. The committee determined this to be an outright act of terrorism and placed a wanted for the entire universe. It was the first case in which the Commission directly tracked offenders instead of entrusting them to the executive branch and law enforcement agencies at each level. 

There was a reason for this. Although it was not disclosed to the outside, high-ranking executives judged it. The ultimate goal of terrorists targeting the Mint was to return everything to nothing. The arrest was like a miracle. After capture, they were astonished at the terrorist’s capabilities. 

Why was the opponent was able to escape for so long? He had the ability to suppress and manipulate the minds of other individuals. 

***

“Let’s just wipe out the soul right away!” 

This was the argument of the Todds. “Why don’t you just throw it into the Abyss? I’m afraid of what will happen if I accidentally touch the soul of such a person.” 

This was Carbite’s argument. “And what if we brainwash even the cursed inhabitants of the Abyss and break through the door again this way? We’ll have to find another way.” 

Endelion, who opposed the previous two views, showed interest in the terrorist’s capabilities. He was quite interested. This was because they had more powerful brainwashing power than any other race they knew. “Maybe the author is the key to the problem we were thinking about.” 

Endelion then raised a question that would be a hot topic for a long time. Could evil be cured? “Manipulating the mind means being able to transform a person into something else. The author used his powers for evil deeds, but if you turn it around, amazing things will happen.” 

Using this opportunity, the committee planned to extend its influence more deeply on several dimensions. They sought to exercise transcendental jurisdiction over other worlds.

“With that ability, wouldn’t it be possible to turn a bad guy into a good guy? A person who truly repents of their sins and does good deeds by breaking with the past… All sinners in the universe. Further, to all intellects who are likely to sin in the future.” 

Confidence in the identity of the line. It was a statement that could not be brought out without an absolute affirmation of the good that he believed in. Endelion had no doubts in their belief that what the committee was doing was good. A heated debate ensued, and in the end, the ancient races agreed that Endelion would take care of the terrorists. 

*** 

The experiment was not easy. Endelion calculated the physical distance of the brainwashing ability. After that, he assumed the worst-case scenario, imprisoning the terrorists on an unmanned planet and observing them from space orbit. Like an Endelion, it was an overdone measure. 

At the same time, it was an expression of his will that he could not sacrifice a single Endelion. Brutal biological experiments followed by their hands. The terrorist’s body was disassembled into molecular units and then reassembled once more. The mind also could not avoid being overworked. 

After a long time, Endelion shared the test results with other ancient races. “The ability to manipulate minds as perfectly as he did did not duplicate them.” 

However, it was not without results.

“Instead, we have figured out a way to seal the memories of the mind and body.” 

Amnesia was also a small branch of mind manipulation. “And how to imprint limited allusions.” 

Endelion then tried to use the stolen abilities against the terrorists they had stolen. “Surprisingly, I found that it worked for him…” Again, a lengthy discussion ensued between the ancient races. The technology stolen by Endelion was certainly attractive, but the scope of its use was limited. Also, unlike the source ability holder, talent was consumed when used, so he could not use it against all intelligent beings. 

Endelion insisted. “How about using this technique to erase his memory, plant a hint, and then release it?” 

Analysis of his memory revealed that he had a creator. “It was originally designed to commit terrorism. Evil was instilled in his mind from birth, and he was made to do it… Should this be his fault? I’d like to clear my head and give it another chance. The command to do good, to subdue and regenerate the spirit of the wicked…”

A harsh reaction then erupted. The remark, which Carbite denounced as “nonsense that is impossible without cutting the ventral nerve cord,” was then met with fierce opposition. It was natural. “We don’t need it all, let’s just erase the soul!” 

“How about enslaving them forever with their memories erased?” 

In the end, a plan that compromised each argument was adopted. “I’m in favor of sealing the memory and controlling the committee.” 

“You’re free to let go, so don’t ever bring up such nonsense again.” 

“But after enough years, they give you a chance to be free. After enough time has elapsed that we all consider it worthy…”

Thus, the first prisoners directly managed by the Commission were born. The ancient race decided to erase his memory and use it as a mind manipulation weapon. 

“Doesn’t a tool need a name?” 

The commission then named the terrorist Asif. A sinner who had committed the greatest evil.

 ***

Years had then passed. A series of events that followed baffled the committee, but at the same time caused great shock and horror. “How will Endelion deal with this situation?” 

“Didn’t you obviously say that your memories were sealed? But… look at this!” 

Contrary to what the Tentacle Tribe claimed, Asif’s memories were not completely erased. Even the hint didn’t work perfectly. As a result, Asif was plotting and acting as a faithful servant of the committee. In that state, he tried to reproduce the reason for his arrest. Re-planning a large-scale terrorism against the Mint. The process was more subtle than before. He pretended to be on a mission, traversing each plane, sowing seeds for the future. The reason that the committee, which threatened to closely monitor, did not notice was that even the watchers had been mentally manipulated. 

“Asif has been arrested!” 

“In the meantime, there are circumstances where I have come into contact with some races. The purpose is identified as the same act of terrorism as before.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

“What are the conspirators planning to do?” 

“If the massacre is allegedly linked to Asif, it will be difficult to cover up. Such races must be divided and then relocated to another dimension to break solidarity. And we will have to put in an alternative labor force so that the dragons are satisfied, and we have to pay an additional price. It’s not very different from what we’ve been doing.” 

The Todds were extensively furious. “What did I say? We almost put all of us and our descendants at risk.” 

In the end, Endelion and Carbite’s arguments were not accepted this time, and Asif was subjected to soul extinction, as Todd relentlessly shouted. What happened after that was what the entire dimensional world knew. Asif’s soul was shattered instead of annihilated, and as if to escape the touch of the Council, it flew away from the center of the dimension… toward the world commonly called the periphery. 

Endelion placed a huge bounty on the shards, and Carbite laughed at the action. However, the series of experiments was not completely meaningless. 

In retrospect, the committee had gained a lot. Using their experience in controlling Asif, they decided to start the prison system in earnest. Criminals worthy of recycling were meant to erase the memory and play the faithful words of the Commission. The second criminal to be targeted, who would receive the identification number Asif-2, was determined. He was the creator of Asif. 

*** 

Minjun counted the grain of memories rushing in. He understood a lot. ‘I can see why they made me wander around the periphery.’ 

They seemed to be very suspicious of whether it was their creator who could find the fragments of Asif-1. So, it must have been made to traverse the area where the fragments were most likely scattered. However, there was something he didn’t understand. 

‘You couldn’t erase the memories of the creation Asif-1 properly, but how did you seal the memories of the creator’s patience? For over 800 years.’ 

Minjun thought that the secret might be in the moment he was arrested. Many memories were coming back, but he couldn’t recall the moment he was caught by the committee. Most of the things that flew into his head now were close to Asif-1’s memories before being shattered. 

By resonating with the fragments, Minjun awakened instead of the memories that the fragments could not awaken on their own. ‘And why am I Asif-666 and not Asif-2?’ 

What was the gap between 2 and 666? It was almost a thousand years ago that Asif-1 was soul-extinct and the prison system was established, and Minjun woke up 800 years ago. 

Something must have happened in those 200 years. In the meantime, was Minjun running away from the committee? If not… 

‘It’s not clear.’ 

Minjun decided to stop speculating and do what he had to do now. 

Paah! A dazzling light rose from within his body again. Currently, Minjun possessed a little over 2 million talents. It was the sum of the talents recovered from Ha Eun-seong and the remaining talents that the Patriarch ate and ate to maintain life. 

It was a huge amount of money, but Minjun was not satisfied. It was natural because it was just a belated return of the rightful possessions. Minjun measured the weight of the ego of the blade and frying pan. The time spent by the former awake was much shorter than that of the latter. 

Hurr! A talent then bloomed like a flame from Minjun’s hand. The moment it wrapped around the blade, the cerebral body felt as if someone was calling it. The fragments did not resist it. The blade’s soul shards had been separated from the sword. It was absorbed into Minjun’s body following the hand holding the handle, and eventually reached the creator’s soul. Eventually, it nestled into the frying pan held in the other hand. The frying pan gladly accepted it. 

Clink! Fragments scattered. After getting out, the sword had now become an ordinary long sword.

= ··········! =

Although it was only a few decades’ worths of blades on Earth, it was too much capacity to take in at once. A psychic body that had lived as an assassin, killing and cutting people to save the world, was fused with a frying pan. He heard Minjun’s words to him, who was drenched in euphoria. 

“It could be a little bit more perfect like this. You and me too.” 

Minjun was able to plan for the future by looking at the old memories of Asif-1, which he was not even aware of even the fragments. Sleeping brethren. The time was approaching when their sleep depths become shallow. In preparation for that time, Asif-1 left a variety of arrangements, and the Elahu-Praga Church was one of them. 

They were preparing to awaken the original race as the Prophet had said, all while collecting talents. But still, Minjun instinctively felt reluctant. 

Somehow, it felt like the plan can’t be executed as it was. ‘The plan was based on the assumption that Asif-1 would still be intact in a thousand years.’ 

He continued to act as a prisoner, pretending to be a slave and enduring the years of humiliation for a thousand years… plan. 

‘He must have thought of becoming a priest himself and waking us up.’ 

However, contrary to the faith of the denomination, even when that day comes, the prophet did not return. The tools made to awaken their people were still lacking. One would need more shards and more talents. He said to his creation. “Can you change the shape?” 

=········ Did you know?=

 When Cathy used the frying pan, it would boil and shrink according to the size of the ingredients. However, it was hidden so that users could not recognize it. Also, it had never taken any form other than a frying pan. This was because it did not help her to carry out her own mission. 

“Try.” 

Minjun now had to deal with one ‘minor thing.’ The shape of the frying pan was not suitable for that. He spat out short words. 

“Knife.” The creation responded. The frying pan was changed by swinging a body made of dark iron. The metal glided like a liquid and reconstructed its shape in an instant. It changed its neck to the shape of a sharp long sword, leaving its handle intact. 

Minjun didn’t blame him for what he didn’t do while still being able to. This was because, so far, he had been more useful in the form of a frying pan. However now, it would be different because it was fused with the blade. 

“Shorter.” The frying pan reduced the body as instructed. The next moment, there was a black short sword in Minjun’s hand. It was almost the same size as the ritual dagger. 

As it was, the prisoner stares into the air. immediately after that. 

Pot! Minjun disappeared on the spot. 

*** 

Choi Pan-seok tried to appease his trembling foster daughter. However, she was pale, and her daughter couldn’t spit her words out. 

“Why are you like this, Seon-ah?!” 

After a quarrel that didn’t seem like much of an argument, the daughter who had barely managed to get her mind back exclaimed. It was a screaming voice. “Run away!” 

His voice was so desperate and urgent, and Choi Pan-seok had goosebumps all over his body. “Where? Why?!” 

What mattered was the direction and the reason. Choi Seon-ah frowned, her eyes half-turned. It was a reaction she had never seen before. What she had seen in the alternate foreknowledge, she seemed to feel the fear that her body was about to crumble. 

“Come… He’s… He’s coming!” 

At that moment… A voice was heard from the corner of the hospital room, where there was no one but her wife. “Is it really a coveted ability?” 

Choi Pan-seok, who had hardened like ice, slowly turned around. There was a man who shouldn’t be here. 

“··········!” Cold sweat began to drip down The door was obviously closed. There were no dazzling magic circles and flashes accompanying the teleport spell, and there was no reaction from the spatial interference artifacts provided by the immigration office throughout the hospital room. Barriers and defenses were made by the best Koreans to prevent an unexpected invasion. The agent, who had all of that temporarily nullified, was looking at him with a calm expression.

“Yo, Agent?” Members of Parliament had worked hard to play with a calm tone. 

“What are you doing up to here?” Minjun asked with inorganic eyes, all with a dagger in one hand. 

“Well, I have something to give you.”