Chapter 200. 5,637 Regrets (6)
Why do people fight?
A simple question, and everyone will give the right answer.
Limited resources and a clash of interests.
A difference in beliefs.
Emotions like anger and jealousy.
A desire for revenge from a previous fight.
An evil nature or a good sense of justice that opposes it.
And so on.
Perhaps it's not just one of these, but several reasons.
If we were to delve into the origins anthropologically, beyond the individual, we would have to call in not just philosophers or diplomats, but theologians or historians who study ancient myths.
It is said that the first murder, where Cain killed Abel, stemd from jealousy at not being chosen by God.
However, the reason why an ordinary person like , who is far from a hero in a legend, fights with his life on the line is simpler than that.
Because I want to protect.
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“Keoheok…!”
Blood and pieces of internal organs pouring out of my mouth.
Breath catching in my throat.
A violently pulsating heart.
Blurring vision and a consciousness sinking into the abyss.
Although I've experienced it countless tis, it's a premonition of death that I can't get used to.
The front line, which had been slowly pushed back without using the decisive card of [The Warrior's Binding], finally ended in the defeat of the Empire and its allies after a fierce battle lasting three weeks.
On the ruins of the Imperial Capital.
The Emperor's limbs were torn apart, Tribus was burned by Lur's solar secret art, and the main body, Count Ash, is buried in the debris with his back broken.
I, my soul form, have also collapsed on the spot, spitting blood.
That's right.
This ti, too, the God of War has won.
However, he neither smiled arrogantly as before, nor did he strike down with his palm like swatting a bug.
“Heh, heheh……”
It is a rare sight to see a being larger than a planet stamping his feet.
Even that is only for a mont.
Feeling his roar that shakes the soul, I slowly close my eyes.
[[The Warrior's Regret] is deployed.]
Before long, ti stops just before death, and I am given a mont of respite again.
“And so the 3,841st battle has ended.”
The of the first playthrough, the Warrior, who has now beco familiar, approached, rubbing his nose with his finger.
“Rest up.”
‘Hyaaaam.’
I let out a long yawn and stretched my tensed body comfortably.
My body isn't actually moving.
Because ti is stopped.
Still, just the thought of it gives a lot of ntal leeway.
I'll have to go back soon.
What should we talk about in the anti.
It's boring to just zone out during a break.
And it's just the two of us whose consciousness is moving in this stopped space-ti.
“No questions?”
‘Nope.’
In fact, I learned everything I needed to know a long ti ago.
He doesn't seem to have any more information he wants to convey either.
Of course, he knows more, but most of his knowledge was accumulated as the God of War.
No matter what else he tells , my cognitive ability, which has not escaped the 'human frawork,' will not be able to reach that knowledge anyway.
So the conversations after the 500th battle were all repetitions of what we had talked about before, or trivial chats that ca to mind at the ti.
Although it was usually him who started the topic or asked the questions.
What did pizza taste like.
What did you call the plastic information label on a PET bottle.
Was there a woman you liked in the world.
Or what was the monthly rent, they were all trivial topics.
“Oh, right.”
‘Why?’
“What was your sister's na? I can't rember.”
‘Jina. Yoo Jina.’
“Ah, right.”
He nodded his head.
I was a little surprised.
To think he'd even forget his sister's na.
No, is that natural?
Because even for , it's now a distant mory.
It's been almost a decade since I fell into this land.
How is it for him.
“Exactly 45,882,913 years.”
‘You counted that? You crazy bastard.’
“If I hadn't said it properly, you would have said, 'How can you be a god and not even be able to count,' wouldn't you?”
‘How did you know?’
“Because you cursed exactly like that, without a single word changed, when the 2,019th battle ended.”
He chuckled.
In fact, it's a joke we've repeated dozens of tis already.
Was he starved for human contact for so long?
He always laughed happily at such silly jokes.
“Haaa……”
And then, each ti, he would let out a long exhale and look up at the ceiling of the huge room filled with darkness.
“A lot of ti has passed.”
He, who sotis seems to see a giant being, once again lets out a complaint.
“Deciding not to go back. Maybe I did it even knowing what would happen. Because I thought reality was that shitty back then.”
‘It was shitty.’
“My Achilles tendon didn't heal properly and beca completely ssed up. My mom and dad were dead. My sister, right, Jina was also in a coma. Is Jina doing well?”
‘She's doing well. Though she's unconscious.’
“I see.”
Hoo.
He sighed.
I think I've heard a similar story dozens of tis already, but I have nothing else to do.
It's not like I can't listen to the complaints of a dead person.
Because he is the of the past.
“I had to experience it to know. The price of choosing endless power. Even if soone had told that the real would continue to create new tilines, and that those worlds would be destroyed… well. Honestly, you don't really know what it ans for the world to end, right? I was just a kid who hadn't even lived for a thousand years.”
By the way, who was it that said the dead are silent.
Nonsense.
They can't speak because they don't have a mouth, but if they did, wouldn't they be chattering away?
In fact, the Princess of Blood, Hebrun, had said that if you held onto a soul for a while with necromancy, they would pour out everything they had to say without stopping.
For reference, he, the Warrior, is not really here.
He is a fragnt of the original that the Warrior buried in his power, [The Warrior's Regret].
Should I call it a kind of clone?
So right now, I'm listening to the complaints of a soul fragnt that has lived for millions of years.
“I regretted it. That I shouldn't have started the ga. No, at the very least, I should have chosen to go back to my shitty life. I'm a selfish person, but it was hard to watch trillions of lives be annihilated because of .”
‘I see.’
“But I couldn't turn back my own ti. Even though I had the power to peek into all the other tilines. And I couldn't directly cross over to other tilines either.”
One more sigh.
After letting out a long exhale, he dropped his head.
“So I split my power.”
‘…….’
“The main body will probably die. The power of the Sacred Relics is sothing I gained by becoming the God of War, but I split all the original power I had before that. That is the power of the Warrior.”
‘Didn't you want to live?’
“My world is already destroyed. My comrades are dead, the world has beco a wasteland, and the boundary between the spirit world and the material world is collapsing.”
‘I wondered what you ant by destroyed by war, but it's a surprisingly strange way to be destroyed.’
“Yes. Well, since I'm the master of the divine throne, I could survive for another thousand or two thousand years on my own. But is that really living?”
He shook his head.
And looked at with powerless eyes.
“By the way, why did you quit this ti? Because the King-of-Kings, Ungol, died at the beginning?”
‘Yes. Siollus also suffered an irreversible fatal injury. And most importantly, I haven't gathered enough troops to save Kkumteuli and his friends yet.’
“To even try to save the Outer Gods.”
He said with a hollow laugh.
Well, that's how it is.
The reason I abandon the chance to win and repeat the sa fight is for no other reason.
Because what I want is not just victory in battle.
‘I promised to save as many of my people as possible.’
I promised in front of Terren's cenotaph.
And the emperor, who has now beco another , vowed in front of the gravestone of his childhood first love.
The psychopath with a broken personality, Tribus….
Let's make him an exception.
Anyway, my current goal is to save as many of my people as possible.
For reference, this 'people' includes not only humans, but also elves, dwarves, other demi-humans, and even the Outer Gods.
‘In a way, the Outer Gods are also guys that 'I' created, right? If the Outer Gods fight among themselves, they could receive a near-fatal blow.’
“They don't really die. They just fall asleep for a few thousand years until they recover. At least they wake up when the tiline changes.”
‘What's the difference between that and dying? To fall into a possibly eternal sleep at the mont when you should be enjoying the joy of victory.’
“Hmm, is that so.”
I know.
That I can't save everyone.
If I have to choose, I would give more weight to one person who is close to than a hundred people I only know by face.
After all, I am also a selfish human.
Still, if possible, I want to save even one more person.
For that, I am gathering troops.
I glanced over the notification window that I had pushed to a small corner of my vision.
[[Warrior's Binding] is deployed.]
[The defeated enemy has been bound.]
[Pupated Variant (12), Unstable Variant (7)]
[The defeated enemy has been bound.]
[Eastern Heavenly Thunder Gunner (1)]
[The defeated enemy has been bound.]
[Pupated Variant (4), Eastern Grand General (1)]
[The defeated enemy has been…….]
To say it now, the ability that has the most excellent synergy with [The Warrior's Regret] was [The Warrior's Binding].
Because although [Warrior's Insight] cannot reacquire a skill once it has been acquired, this one could acquire the sa troop type again and again.
Even if they are completely identical individuals, they are acquired individually.
For example, if there is a 'spearman Kim Cheol-soo from Milun Castle who is in charge of the western front,' you can acquire him in duplicates like spearman Kim Cheol-soo (1), spearman Kim Cheol-soo (2), and so on.
‘It's not even like they're doppelgangers.’
Honestly, I don't know why this is possible.
According to the Warrior, it's because if even their mories are slightly different, they are no different from different individuals.
My thoughts are a little different.
Even if their mories of the battle are slightly different, if their life trajectories are the sa, aren't they almost the sa person?
“How many tis do I have to explain this? Even if you put in the sa ingredients, if the mixing ratio changes, they will have completely different properties. Humans are sophisticated compounds where organic matter is fused with soul and mory.”
‘...Who gives a shit.’
“Hah. To think I'm this ignorant, even though I haven't lived for that long. This is why you young people.”
He clicked his tongue.
Well, anyway, if the result is good, then it's good.
As a result of repeating the sa battle over three thousand tis, I have obtained hundreds of thousands of monster legions and Eastern central army troops.
I could fight a frontal battle with the Eastern Empire expeditionary force several tis over.
Even without [The Warrior's Binding], I had almost seized victory.
If I released even 10%, the battle would end at that point.
However, it is still not enough to save everyone.
That's why I am not releasing any and am just accumulating them.
“You're a stubborn one.”
Anyway, this is just 'looking into' the possibility.
Until I want to confirm it as reality, it is just a fleeting dream.
It is heartbreaking to see my comrades and soldiers die every ti, but no one is actually dying.
The only one who is having a hard ti is .
It's not an easy task to stay on the battlefield that repeats like a broken record for months, years, or even decades….
“Well, I was that kind of guy when I was young.”
In my school days, how many tis did I run the sa track over and over without a trait like [Lord's Unyielding Mind].
Perhaps it was thanks to that training that I was able to face the nightmare that repeated every night in this world head-on.
“Still, get ready. You know that the remaining chances are not infinite, right?”
‘Don't worry. I won't try until the very last mont.’
For so reason, it seed like he wanted to say sothing more, but ti was up.
There will be a chance after the next battle.
He covered my eyes and snapped his fingers.
The 3,842nd battle.
The nightmare-like battlefield I have returned to.
I fight for as long as possible and take as many enemy troops as I can with [The Warrior's Binding].
It should be enough if I gather just a little more.
If I gather just a little more, I can minimize the sacrifices on our side.
To the extent that I can even bind the incarnate body of the Outer God to this land. Outer God to this land.
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