Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha

Chapter 376

[Aaron Side Story Episode 47]

6. Beyond futility (3)

The girl smiles brightly and bows down.

“My name is Nihaku! Hey, I’m so moved to meet people I’ve only heard about through rumors, older sisters and brothers!”

Nihaku smiled roundly.

1st party’s last supplement.

Thus, the five-person system of Taonier, which continued until the end, was completed.

Siris.

Yunet.

Lydigion.

Muden.

Nihaku.

Individuals with strong personalities in the first party had strong assertiveness.

There were frequent fights and quarrels.

“If you can’t catch up, that’s it.”

The cold swordsman Lydigion.

“You’re going to attack at the expense of another party?”

“What do you mean? It is the master’s order.”

“There must be a better strategy.”

“Isn’t that what you think?”

Siris, who wanted to reduce the hero’s sacrifice as much as possible, and Ridigion, who valued efficiency and speed, were in constant conflict.

Same with other party members.

Yurnet, who does not reveal her thoughts, and Nihaku, who has a young and immature side, also intervened, so the first party was not windy.

“Why does Yurni not tell me anything?”

“You wouldn’t listen to me anyway, would you?”

“Right. Magician tactics that are buried in books all day are of no use in real combat.”

early establishment.

They each had their own opinions.

‘Why are you doing that?’

the boy thought.

The answer came right away.

It’s because I’ve been observing humans all along.

‘Because I was hurt.’

At one time, all the members belonged to different parties.

And through fierce fighting, he lost his comrades and comrades.

‘Did I close my heart?’

If you’re going to die and disappear anyway.

It is better not to cooperate in the first place.

Because that side doesn’t hurt.

‘Because I don’t want to feel the pain of loss again.’

deliberately not approach

doesn’t want to fit in

It is strictly divided into south and south.

Only the boy could see.

Without a heart, the boy could clearly see through their psychology.

The boy thought as he watched his colleagues arguing fiercely in the conference room.

‘Ah, that’s boring.’

the boy came out

“We’re bored. Shall we have a party?”

“...?”

“It’s like lighting a bonfire and grilling chicken skewers one by one, telling the story in your heart. huh? Talking about the old days.”

“Are you insane?”

“Am I sane? Is it real?”

said the boy, laughing.

“Or should we fight each other on missions and die together? Are you right or wrong?”

“...”

“Isn’t that right, Siris?”

Siris closed her eyes.

“Right. We need to get to know each other.”

“Okay, I’ll help you, so don’t be too loud.”

Time passes again.

Under the boy’s coordination, the disagreement of the first party began to disappear.

The mission system was established and combat efficiency increased.

‘Ah, I took on the troublesome task.’

The boy was the role of mediating the opinions of the members with strong personalities.

“Tell Siris that if he’s going to give you blunt instructions like that, I’ll kill you.”

“Oh Siris. I want you to give me instructions that make Gion a little easier to understand.”

“Tell it to Lydigion. If you act alone one more time from now on, I will ask the Master to confine you.”

“Ah temperature. Siris wants me to do a little more group action.”

i am glue

It is the glue that forces things that do not stick together.

The boy thought so and intervened in the party.

‘Why am I doing this.’

Is it because they feel sorry for the poor people who don’t fit in?

“You always work hard, Mr. Muden.”

“Yes, it is a lot of trouble.”

In the end, it took a long time for the first party to run smoothly even without the boy.

“Muden.”

Then a girl appeared in front of the boy.

“Do you remember me?”

The girl is one of the original members.

Now he was working on a high floor as a cook.

A long time ago, in the early days of Niflheim, the two were colleagues in the same party.

“I’m sorry I called you while I was busy.”

“why?”

“I was just curious.”

the girl asked.

how the boy became strong.

How were you able to cross the limits of your talent?

“I’m satisfied as a cook, but still...”

I want to fight.

I want to protect my precious people with my own power.

said the girl.

“I am weak. I couldn’t be strong.”

I had no talent.

I was lacking in body and mind.

The girl had a combat position, but was eliminated due to her lack of qualifications.

“Could I be like you?”

the girl asked.

Tension was evident in his tense expression.

“Are you sorry?”

“huh?”

“Because I can’t be strong.”

“...huh.”

I’m sorry.

said the girl.

I feel sorry for the dream that I had to give up because I was weak.

“...”

At that time, the boy could not understand his actions.

Should I call it impulse?

“I will help you.”

“thank you!”

The boy took the girl to Luanan.

That level of authority was enough for the boy who was a member of the 1st party.

“If I continue to practice here, will I realize karma?”

“okay.”

It attempts to erase memories at regular intervals to make them spend a long time.

However, if the memory is completely erased, the effort becomes meaningless.

It was quite a complex and difficult process.

So finally.

The first ‘disciple’ was born.

“Master.”

He called the boy Master.

“Why am I your teacher?”

“Because you taught me a new way. I would not have realized this power if not for Master.”

The first disciple succeeded in realizing karma.

‘Is it liberated?’

finally from a sickness of the heart.

Would that man not be sad anymore?

It was the boy’s misunderstanding.

“more... I have to be strong...”

Those who have once awakened their dreams run to pursue more dreams.

Didn’t stop.

For the enlightened one, the former personality was an obstacle.

“Become stronger... stronger...”

The pure dream began to destroy the personality.

I can’t stop until I wake up

So the disciple says.

“Finish... please.”

“...”

“Sorry, Master...”

The boy’s spear pierced his being.

His death was unknown to anyone.

The log that he was summoned because he disappeared from the pick me up hero database was also deleted as it was considered a bug.

Loki, who belongs to the higher dimension, will remember him.

The death of a promising hero was not uncommon.

This is how the first tombstone was erected.

‘Failed.’

couldn’t save

But the boy didn’t care.

Because I didn’t have a heart.

Go straight to the next test.

“Master!”

Everyone called the boy Master.

“I must have had a mental illness.”

okay.

If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have come here knowing I was going to die.

“Why did I want to be strong?”

If you don’t know why, let me know.

hidden memories.

childhood trauma.

I pulled out anything from the subject, dug it up, and flipped it over.

Still, they did not return.

He said he had to be strong.

because it was an incurable disease.

“I can’t go back.”

i would kill you

“Because I have to be strong.”

It’s just your delusion.

“Then Master, please kill me.”

if you want

So many heroes have died.

Most of those who did not survive the initial process of hundreds of years died.

Only a few remain who have realized the principle of karma.

But so were they.

“sorry.”

All responses were consistent.

“I’m sorry.”

Just before dying, they apologized to the boy.

“....”

Gravestones increase.

The fact that they existed gradually faded from the boy’s memory.

The boys deliberately did not write their story on the tombstone.

Because commemoration is an action left behind by those who feel sorry for the death.

The reason why the boy leaves a tombstone is not for commemoration.

It was to count the number of those who failed and died.

Because the boy had no heart.

‘Isn’t it okay?’

No one except the boy could control karma.

Even if he realized the principle, he could not maintain his spirit.

They perished, driven by the dream of eternity.

‘Because I’m human.’

because I had a heart.

Why didn’t I know until now?

It was for a very simple reason.

What is up?

It is not a power permitted by humans.

A power that only monsters can wield.

Then the boy is not human.

I just pretended to be human.

‘Right.’

The boy was a monster.

Therefore, even after realizing karma, he survived.

Outside colleagues treat the boy like a human being, but that’s just the surface they know.

I don’t feel anything.

He killed and killed countless disciples who called themselves teachers.

However, there was no water in the dried-up river.

People outside praised him for being cheerful, always smiling, and relaxed, but that was a pretense and acting.

The true self is confined within a high wall.

Even if you knock on the wall and try to break it, it will never collapse.

“...”

The boy looks at the tombstones lined up.

The pupils were empty.

[It’s not that Master doesn’t have a heart.]

[Even though there’s no pain, there’s blood.]

[It’s okay, Master.]

The scattered voices harmonize and pierce my ears.

who said

It is now unknown what the owner of that voice was.

“dream.”

muttered the boy.

The source of karma is pure dreaming.

Then what is my dream?

[It’s unfortunate.]

I hear my mother’s voice.

The memories of destruction had already returned. [I’m grateful for being with you and I’m

sad that

I can’t

be with you anymore

.

Why did you have to make that face?

I wanted to know.