Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

“Hilde. Have you played poker?”

“yes. Not as good as my father.”

“It would be easier to explain if you knew. When Hilde keeps a card, she knows what it will be made of and doesn’t keep it. Be it a pair, a straight, a flush or a full house. Or it will just be a meaningless hand.”

It can help or hinder. It could have attacked us as a subordinate of the Golden Circle or it could have protected us from the rampaging Golden Circle.

I don’t know how it will be made. One thing is certain though.

Peru would have acted to make her wishes come true. I had enough of that.

Hilde looked at me gently. Eyes closer to observation than gaze. Nara is the eyes of the performer trying to interpret the character.

‘I don’t know. Other people understand to a certain extent, but Father is the only one who has no confidence to find out. I want to know. If I properly understand the human king, I might be able to play all the other humans.’

However, Hilde, who had been pondering over whether the interpretation was still unsatisfactory, suddenly said:

“Father is trying to make the wish come true. whatever it is.”

“well?”

It’s because the wind is also the wind. I can’t just listen

Hilde pondered over and over again before suddenly saying something absurd.

“father. That is ‘I’. I received a revelation from heaven. Become the master of the holy sword of far-sightedness. It is the only way given to you. In the middle of living without any purpose and without even myself. Above all, the revelation clearly and definitely clarified the way for ‘me’ to go. Even though I was treated as a sharp knife, that was the only path given to ‘me’. At that moment, ‘I’ became the sword of Seonghwangcheong that protects the saintess.”

“wow. Incredible.”

“But is it a joke of fate? Or is such salvation a luxury for ‘me’? All of a sudden, the saintess who called ‘that’ is the so-called fallen saint who was excommunicated from the Seonghwangcheong. ‘I’ became the sword that protects the nation instead of the saintess. A heartless sword that cuts through the opponent no matter who it is or what the circumstances are to protect the country.”

He puts his hand on his chest and monologues with a pitiful face. Her appealing voice was slightly wet, so it seemed like it would permeate even a person with a lack of emotion.

what? Why are you trying to interpret my character and then all of a sudden explaining your own character?

“I, the sex-grown man, have to stop Peru. Either assassinate him or tie him down for a while. That way… the Golden Goblet destroys nations, and as a result, the military nations benefit. So, father. ‘My’ wish is…”

“I heard the character well.”

It’s a wind that shouldn’t be blown by this kind of wind.

real or false It doesn’t matter. For Hilde, lies are truth and truth is lies. The moment you sincerely believe in acting, it is meaningless to distinguish between the two. Already she can ‘act’ even her faith.

Of course, Hilde always wanted someone to find her. After I saw through her identity and anchored her existence as a reference point, she followed me.

But it’s not ‘I want to quit acting’. It’s not because I want to take off the mask and regain my true self.

“It is a novel idea. Assassination of the only opponent who came to mind at the crucial moment. Confusion grows. A military country that benefits from that gap. oh oh The confrontation between the good and the bad broke down in an instant and turned into an epic. Interesting. I’ll clap my hands for now.”

Because you need an audience.

And the audience can only be someone outside her stage. like me.

After clapping my hands for a while, I changed my attitude and asked back with a disappointed look.

“But are you really going to? Is that for the best?”

Hilde, who was crying and pleading, changed her expression in an instant. His watery eyes sparkled with playfulness, and his slightly raised voice seemed to be from excitement, not from crying. Hilde spoke even more playfully, as if claiming that everything she had shown so far was acting.

“Instead of being dramatic, isn’t it a bit less realistic? lol. that’s right! A runaway golden goblet will be many times more terrifying than a suppressed golden goblet! If ‘I’ really think of the military, I’d rather make Peru, which has limited abilities, win! Because the odds of winning are many times higher than the golden mirror!”

After that, Hilde asked like a child waiting for praise.

“How are you, father? Are your thoughts the same as your father’s?”

“no? I was simply wondering who would win. The two who are completely opposite to each other compete for each other’s will. It’s only natural that you want to watch, right?”

Hilde made an expression as if she had been betrayed. It’s because my answer was too far from expectations. Hilde muttered to herself as she looked back at the actions I had taken so far.

‘I don’t know your father’s personality. But I feel like I know a little bit about what it is. Why does Seonghwangcheong define my father as a barbarian?’

A sharp insight is read. Umm, did you give me a lot of room to dig in? Maybe I underestimated Hilde too much.

‘The human king affirms everything human. whether it be good or evil Whether it’s a nasty desire or a noble mission. Even if two completely different people fight to the death, like the golden mirror and Peru.’

are you okay. Just as Hilde understood me, I also understood Hilde to some extent.

It was then. The Regressor and Tyr approached from the other side, wary of the surroundings. The regressor who was looking around found me and Hilde lying on the side of the road and approached at once.

“In the middle of the battle, the Homunculus of the Golden Ring retreated all at once. Are you successful?”

Oh that’s it. I have to explain one more time. It’s a little annoying, but right now there’s no Peru to catch. Let’s be honest.

“Mr Shay. I have good news and I have bad news.”

“…Since you say bad news, something is ominous. Did you have an accident?”

How did know?

I read the surprised heart and delivered the good news and the bad news more easily than before.

I explained the whole story to the regressor and Tyr. He tried to convince Hwang Geum-gyeong, but his anger was directed elsewhere. Peru stepped in to stop him from killing all the wildcats.

I was waiting with the determination to be grabbed by the collar one more time, but surprisingly, the regressor nodded and sympathized.

“What can it be?”

“yes? Can you?”

“Not everything goes as expected. Especially when it comes to unknown beings like the Golden Goblet.”

‘I also messed around with this and that and completely ruined it. In an attempt to stop the army, I borrowed the power of Seonghwangcheong and defined it as an axis of evil, which caused a global war.’

weird. When Peru or Hilde looked at me and said something, I was okay, but since the regressor sympathized with me, I felt that something was wrong. I’m a regressor class? no way. I’m more normal than him! Just do it!

The regressor, who took a breather, defended me with great sympathy.

“Anyway, good job. For now, the war has been stopped.”

“Does it make the nations perish because of me?”

“You are not destroying it. Isn’t that what the golden mirror is trying to do? I have no reason to blame you.”

‘It’s even weirder if you can control the golden mirror at will. Because that’s possible with the king of sin. Anyway, it’s clear that Hughes has the ability to communicate with mysteries… He said he was from a military country, but could his parents be a prince abandoned in the empire? Well, it doesn’t really matter where you’re from.’

why do you do this not to adapt. If that’s the case, I’m trash.

After grasping the general situation, the regressor immediately stood up.

“ruler. Then let’s go.”

“yes? Where?”

“Should we go to block the Golden Sutra? You can’t let the nations perish, can you?”

The regressor said it as if it were natural. Of course, this is not an obvious problem. Hilde doubted her ears and asked again.

“Aside from why the nations shouldn’t perish, how do we stop the Golden Sutra?”

“You should go see it. We can’t stop it alone, but with Jannokhoeju, it might be possible.”

“Peru didn’t even help ‘us’? It’s shameful, but is it necessary to risk your life to block the Golden Sutra?”

“Can’t you just leave it alone?”

“Leave it! Why are you touching that!”

Ignoring Hilde, who was running around, the regressor warmed up with the intention of going.

Take a moment to calm yourself down and decide what to do in a rough direction. The regressor took care of Cheon-Ang and Ji-Zan again and averted his eyes.

“let’s go. Guidance is…”

The regressor who looked around saw the road beginning in the middle of the corn field and muttered.

“You won’t need it.”

It was not difficult to find traces of the golden mirror. In the middle of the cornfield, the road he had been making was straight.

Hilde borrowed (claimed) a carriage from a nearby jackal. It was a wagon without a horse, only a body on wheels, but that was enough. When a sail was attached and the wind was blown up by the angels, the force was replaced by speed and pushed the cart away.

There are no curves on the road created by Hwanggeumgyeong, and air resistance is overcome with the power of angels. We quickly escaped the cornfield and found a golden mirror that entered the city from afar.

And everyone was speechless.

“Run away too!”

“Oh God…!”

what can i say about that

The golden mirror… yes, it was like a rag. Not in the sense of being dirty, but in the sense of wiping off the dirt to reveal the invisible sight.

In the city next to the cornfields, wild beasts were staying. The wolves, who will leave someday, did not treat the city sparingly. All the locks and door hinges on the windows were torn off and sold, the garbage was thrown away, and if necessary, walls or pillars were knocked down to secure their own space. So the city was lively and messy.

Wipe the messiness with a rag called the golden mirror and pass by.

Every time the Golden Goblet marches, the stains of the nations are peeled off. Brilliant gold chrysanthemum hidden under one layer regains its color. Scattered debris rises up again and is reborn as a bustling street.

A 500m radius is covered with gold all at once. Golden Gyeong It was a huge national cleaning tool with a size of 500m.

“Ah ah…”

…Eliminates even humans.

You see a human being crushed. Some of the seungnyangs’ bodies are filled with the crops made by the golden mirror. It is a high-quality alchemical substance, and as soon as it touches the sphere of influence of the golden mirror, it can be decomposed and used as a material.

So far, the Golden Jing has not actively reaped them. The oppressive lord blocked them from approaching, but even the golden mirror didn’t show any interest in them.

But now it is different. Hwang Geum-gyeong is indiscriminately attacking seungnyangs.

the city moves The seungnyangs who were running away stopped because their path was blocked. As time passes, the Homunculus of the Golden Temple indiscriminately attacks Seung Nyang.

There is no way to escape from the Homunculus of the Lord. The whole city is crushed by the overwhelming power of the Seungnyang. In the meantime, the city returns to a cleaner appearance than before. Because the golden mirror was restored more beautifully while excluding humans.

“every! move this way! Get on the mount ASAP!”

Hekto, the head of the oppressor, announced it to everyone while amplifying his voice with a wide iron plate. The seungnyangi made the most of their mobility and ran away. There were sacrifices, but many were still alive.

Didn’t I like that? Keumgyeong wrote the following number.

The city shook as if it were alive.

A seungnyang, who ran away on two legs, felt a strange sensation. I have confidence in running, but my legs keep getting heavy and my heart beats like it’s about to explode. At first, he thought it was caused by fear, and then hurried on.

Then, the moment he fell, he realized that fatigue was not simply a matter of mood.

As if he had slipped on a steep climb, his body slid down and scraped the floor. He muttered, scratching the stone floor with his broken fingernails.

“The city… is leaning…”

He ‘fell’ to the golden mirror with those words.

This city is a work of art in the golden age. Hwang Keum-gyeong used a very simple method to deal with the bugs hiding in the city.

It will ‘fold’ the city.

It’s like a giant clam shuts its mouth. Using the sloped streets as a slide, the wild animals that could not escape fall down. Many survived by stepping on the wall, but a few who were not so lucky crashed into something before that and died. Or even tumbled down to the golden mirror and was ‘resonated’ as it was.

Quite a few were still alive, but it was only a matter of time. If the city shuts up, they will have to choose one death.

either stumble or resonate.

The terrified hounds shouted.

“Help me! I’ll give you all my money!”

“Please save me! Anyone is welcome, so please get them out of here!”