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Wizard of Oz (2)

'Where are you? Who am I?'

-Victor L, in The First Thoughts of Mankind -

The first'thinking' that I was born

As follows.

'Why am I doing this here?'

I put the pickaxe in my hand down and looked around.

land ! land ! Daang... !

Mining site (採掘場).

A dark red metal mine.

Amidst the mixing of stone debris and sparks, a number of straw-in

The brothers were carrying minerals.

'Ah, am I also one of the straw dolls?'

When I saw the skinny straw scarecrows working hard around me, I could see that I was like them.

'But why am I different from them?'

I put my pickaxe down and agonized. Other scarecrows except me

Without any worries or doubts, he digs the metal in the rock and takes it to a distant furnace.

Wow!

The scarecrows, who have become useless because of the harsh labor, line themselves up, throw themselves into the furnace under the furnace, and turn them into firewood.

' I don't want to be like that.'

I was different from the other scarecrows.

I didn't want to be in the position of being overwhelmed by work that wasn't worthwhile and didn't know English and then fell into firewood.

Wow...

When I raise my hand and grope my head, something is heavy. I don't think it was like this before?

It is made of straw, so it seems that something has entered the inside of it because it has a heavy head that should be light.

When I put my hand through my hair and touched the inside of my head, I felt something hot and hard.

The metal debris I was digging had pierced my head to see if the pickaxe had hit me wrong.

'I feel like I have a brain.'

When something goes into my head, I feel a little smarter.

So that I am thinking

Maybe I can do it.

I picked it up and looked around at the same time.

Kuoz's No. 2 Furnace

The place where I am is in the No. 2 furnace.

', That means there are also furnaces No. 1 and No. 3, right?'

I am now able to reason fairly logically.

Metal fragments in your head are more effective than you think.

But thinking wasn't just fun.

Sometimes there were moments even more painful than when I couldn't do what I was thinking.

No, it seems that there are more times when I am actually suffering.

'Why should I only work like this?''If everyone else works, should I work too?'

'What am I really like?''What am I born for?'

Can I know?'

'What do I want to do? What can you do well?'

'Maybe I'm just imitating someone's life meaninglessly?'

Among the countless straw puppets that mine metal like a cogwheel, pour it into a furnace, and eventually throw into an oven, I

I was worried.

Right then.

[what? Why is this guy so dull?]

I heard a voice behind me.

Witch (魔女)'

The creator of me and the mother of all the scarecrows that exist here.

She looked into me and wondered.

[You are not in good condition, but the production is not so good? If you do this, you cannot satisfy Oz-sama.]

The witch smiled and stretched out his finger.

The direction she pointed was where the entrance to a huge furnace heating up the furnace was located.

The moment I was ordered to die, the unprecedented power of the unprecedented force forced me to take my steps.

I am helpless.

An infinitely weak and insignificant strand of greenery.

He steps toward the fiery flames in front of his eyes.

Now I'm going to be a fleeting match and I'm going to boil the pot above that stove.

And after me, a lot of scarecrows will appear again, and the process of flickering like this will be repeated. forever.

The moment I gave up everything and pushed my head into the furnace... !

Kwakwang!

A miracle happened.

The ceiling of the mine collapsed and a big whirlwind broke out.

Something heavy fell from the sky and crushed and killed the witch!

[Gosh! I won anyway! I didn't have the form.]

The woman who smiled nicely and brushed off the stone chips and dirt from her head.

That was the beginning of the meeting with the warrior, Dorothy.

Dorothy.

She was the only survivor of a small mountain village destroyed by the death dragon Oz to create a mine.

Sometimes, there are humans whose fate is particularly favoritism, and all blessings, spirits, and loves are concentrated in one place, but Dorothy was that kind of human being.

Dorothy said he had learned swordsmanship and magic from an old dragon hunter and had gone a long way to revenge Oz, the death dragon who destroyed his village.

She has always been a pleasant personality.

Dorothy bought me a pumpkin mask at the first Halloween festival in a village since they went on a long journey together.

I called it by the name of'Pumpkin Head Jack'.

I also liked the nickname quite a bit, so whenever Dorothy called me in a pleasant tone, I would always laugh with joy.

That way, I couldn't make a clear smile like Dorothy that attracted the love of all people like Dorothy, only making a sound like a twisting or falling wind.

*

Dorothy and I decided to target a logistic base in Oz, the Death Dragon first.

To me, who can't think properly because I don't have a real brain, Dorothy gave me a strategy.

[Death Dragon Oz is strong. Not only that, he has a lot of excellent subordinates. If you go straight in, there is no Sungsan.]

Therefore, Dorothy thought to destroy the core affiliates of Oz, the Yin Dragon, with me first.

As I said before, we decided to first target a forest fortress that supplies firewood for the Oz furnace.

A forest lined with dense trees.

All human villages here were destroyed.

All that remains is the giants and demons who have fallen into Oz's minions.

They cut down the trees in the forest and send them to the wagons heading to the furnace.

It was to supply firewood to go into the furnace.

Dorothy fought valiantly.

All of the great demons who were intercepting her were frightened and had to run away.

I proudly followed Dorothy's back.

Being able to stand behind her was so glorious and thrilling.

Meanwhile.

Dorothy met a woodcutter on a hilltop where all the trees had been cut off.

He was a man without arms, legs, torso, and head.

Instead, body parts made of tin

It was taking the place of his body.

A man who has loved forests and villages all his life.

He had a medicinal married woman who grew up with him since his childhood friend, and he had to bring everything to the visit of the death dragon Oz.

Fighting Oz, this man machined himself, was eventually defeated in the final battle and lost his fiancée, the forest, the village, and everything else.

Even his hot heart, which was full of passion, love, and innocence.

[Would you like to go with us?]

Dorothy willingly reached out to this tin-bodied woodcutter.

I, too, eagerly sympathized with his situation, so I think I was expecting him to become our companion.

The tin woodcutter nodded.

Weeping tears mixed with blood and oil to recover the heart that was stolen by Oz, he held our hands firmly.

What is the most necessary thing in war?

It is'food and'weapons'.

You cannot fight if your stomach and hands are not strong.

Oz, the death dragon, knew it so well that it could be said that the invasion of the territory of the'Suin tribe' was a very natural result.

The Suin tribe refers to a unique tribe in which half of animals and humans are mixed.

Lion series, water buffalo series, giraffe series, dolphin series... Various animals and humans

Open society.

Oz, the death dragon, took note of their excellent food production and fighting power.

Women were taken to steal milk, oil, eggs, and meat, and men were conscripted to be used as weapons of war.

All the resistances were slaughtered and turned into a few pieces of meat.

The wise monarch,'Lion King Henry', who ruled the land of Suin, also had to kneel miserably in front of the legions of the dead dragon Oz.

At that time, there was an eye watching the fall of the Lion King in the closet.

Richard the Lion Cub

He couldn't come out of the closet, even as he watched his father Henry kneel in blood.

He was just hiding, trembling in the overwhelming energy of Oz, the death dragon.

Meanwhile.

Oz, the death dragon, laughed happily as he watched Henry resist until the end.

Then he reached out to the closet and pulled out Richard, who was trembling in it.

Oz said.

[Me and your father. Give me a chance to kill either.]

Isn't that a natural option?

However, the trials given to Richard were harsh.

Oz covered Richard's eyes and made him spin hundreds or thousands of turns in place.

And on one side, his body, on the other, the lion king Henry's

I put the body.

Richard was given a knife.

Either. An arbor who loves his hateful enemy].

There is a 50% chance that one of them will die.

A world spinning round and round, Richard lifted a sword in tears.

And choose either way

I walked forward to the sun.

I didn't know if the person in front of me was my father or Oz.

Hearing laughter from around him. Evil twist. The money is going.

The eyes of joy, ridicule, and compassion for tragedy, not their own work.

Tangerine... !

Eventually, Richard dropped the knife without stabbing anyone.

Then Richard's view came back.

The one who was in front of his sword at the last minute was the enemy (怨讎).

It was Oz, the death dragon with clothes on his face!

The lion king, Henry, from a far away place, with an earnest gaze,

I was looking at Richard.

But at the crucial moment, Richard couldn't swing the sword.

Eventually, Henry the Lionheart became a piece of finely chopped meat and became a battle food for the Oz Army.

Oz, the death dragon, referred to Richard as'a useless coward.

Oz makes Richard a soldier

Did. The reason was that there was no need for cowards.

It was killed and not used for meat. The reason was that the coward even had the meat dirty.

Lion King's last vein was so thoroughly ridiculed and despised.

It was the moment when the Suin tribe was mentally extinct.

The Legion of Immortality, led by Oz, left the ruined land of the Suin tribe.

The lion cubs left alone in the ruins, and the cubs blamed themselves endlessly.

[If I had a little more courage.]

The tears of blood color the whole world seen by the lion cubs red.

It was a little later that Dorothy arrived at the red ruins.

The Dorothy Expedition was completed.

A scarecrow with a scythe. A woodcutter in tin clothes. Cowardly lion.

We wandered in search of Oz, the death dragon who put us all to mortality.

And soon the final chapter of the trip came.

Great evil!

The Black Scale Emperor!

King of Death!

With Oz in front of us, we attacked without filtering the hatred we had cultivated and polished.

And Oz laughed at us.

That ridicule was the last memory of the day.

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