Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

78. Home (2)

A world where even time has stopped due to the appearance of a powerful foreign press.

In a corner of the alchemist’s guild, Maria put her head on her floor and trembled.

“Ahh!”

Her head, her head felt like it was going to break.

It wasn’t even the fault of the foreign press that he had contracted with, nor the fault of being ‘Einheri’ who was fighting against such foreign press like a bullfighter playing with an angry bull.

Unknown memories suddenly rushed through her head.

Behind the image of her own daughter, Irene, whose head was severed by her holy sword, is superimposed on the image of her warrior who slashes Isabel’s body with her holy sword at the same time.

Irene, who was clearly dead, was running away, fighting while burning her life, and at the end, there was Irene sacrificing herself.

Numerous strands of the past pour down like a tidal wave.

“This… This is not my memory…! It’s not my memory!”

Feeling unspeakable pain and feeling like her soul was being torn to shreds, she lowered her head to the floor with a thud, but nothing was resolved except for cracks on the floor.

“Uggeuk-“

Her molars shattered from her bite, and blood flowed from her gums, soaking her floor.

What Maria had given in exchange for her foreign press contract was all her memories and feelings for her own daughter, Irene.

150 Years ago, the happiness, sadness, anger, fear, joy, trust, surprise, anticipation, and love felt in the past… All emotions are castrated, and all that remains is the endless hatred towards the goddess who killed Irene.

But what is this that flows into her own head now?

The contract with foreign media is invalid.

Her lost memories never came back, and in a situation where she was overflowing with things she hadn’t experienced, Maria clutched her elongated head and screamed at this incomprehensible phenomenon.

While Maria was crawling on the floor like that, the world also began to face a huge change.

The ex-returner Nagi Singkung Kotto, who was diligently wielding the holy sword and cutting off Nyarlathotep’s limbs, also noticed it.

“…It worked. He changed it after all.”

The Holy Sword, which had been used to its limit, trembled as if it couldn’t handle it any more, and the exhausted body was screaming to lie down on the floor, but it couldn’t be that way.

How many chances will there be to see a foreign press screaming over there in the sky?

-Wow!

A scream that trembled in the dimension, a huge scar was engraved on the body that materialized.

She felt awe as she watched the wounds of the past welling up that she did not carve herself.

It is said that he pressed it with the specs he had accumulated, but that scar that Einheri carved in the past is the crystal itself of a human hymn.

Applause came out of nowhere.

At the same time, the influence of foreign press began to gradually diminish.

When events of the past changed and started to affect the future, the results were not light.

As the flapping of a butterfly’s wings can cause a huge typhoon, the sight of changes in the past starting to change countless things in the future was nothing short of a miracle.

Unbuilt buildings were raised, new roads were stretched out, the clothes and things of the people walking the streets were changing countless times.

I smiled softly, feeling the control over my body slowly fading.

“Good job, and…”

Muttered as he inserted the holy sword he was holding into the ground.

“See you face to face sometime next time.”

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“Ah…”

When I gently opened my eyes, I saw a familiar place.

I don’t know what happened, but I caught my eye on the half-collapsed building of the alchemist’s guild.

And even a room full of bloodstains from dying close to 100 times.

It was definitely that time.

The only difference is…

“f*ck! What the hell did this bastard do?”

Memories rushed in.

The crazy thing he didn’t do, no, the former regressor who occupied this body was vividly reproduced as if a VR device was put on it.

An incomprehensible sight that blocks foreign attacks with an ordinary body.

Even though it was definitely my body, the awkward feeling of wearing clothes that didn’t fit lingered around.

“No, did this bastard slurp down Dragon Heart soup like he was eating some kind of brush-cooked pork soup?”

An otherwise ridiculous ability.

Someone rolled like crazy and barely managed to catch it, but this crazy guy was a monster among monsters who ate Nyarlathotep with only one incomplete holy sword with such a trashy body.

To the extent that I doubt whether it is really the same regressor

Aren’t you really hurt by the perk called the regression perk?

It’s a cheater, you cheater!

Goddess, what the hell are you doing!

I managed to pull out the Holy Sword stuck in the floor with my right hand, and I couldn’t overcome the recoil and fell backwards.

“…f*ck.”

I can only sigh, wondering where the body that had even beaten foreign media went.

However, there was one major difference from before…

“That looks good.”

Innumerable spider webs of divine power stretching across the sky were entangling foreign media trying to forcefully descend into this world.

A sight that could not have been seen before, was it because of a miracle performed in the past, or was it because of the influence of a former regressor who borrowed this body for a while?

I don’t know which of the two, but one thing seemed clear.

Foreign media, that Nyarlathotep cannot intervene in this world right now.

The scars I carved into his body, the divine power of the goddess acted as a suppressor and blocked it.

But even so, the problem was still right in front of my nose.

This space left by the appearance of foreign media was not significantly different from the previous one, probably because it was not affected by the changes in the past.

The influence of foreign media is weakening and gradually changing, but the big frame remains the same.

A room covered in blood, a half-collapsed alchemist’s guild building.

And…

“aaagh!”

Kung Kung Kung Kung!

Even Maria frantically banging her head on the floor.

The hard, dragon’s skin was also crushed and bleeding as if it could not be helped by repeated shocks.

“I, I have never experienced anything like this, no! It’s not my memory!”

I realized when I saw her tearing her hair and screaming at her.

A space unaffected by changes, but a situation in which events clearly conflict with each other.

“Why, why! Why are you showing me these memories! I have nothing left, so why!”

Her face was stained red from the flowing blood, and tears flowed ceaselessly over it.

It wouldn’t matter if it just ended with that confusion, but the foreign press on the other side didn’t seem to have any intention of doing that.

-Not yet, not yet…

-Explode…! Explode…!

As if the voice could still be conveyed, it came with a vibration that made the sky tremble.

-End everything…!

….Explode what?

As soon as I thought that, something came to my mind.

-I am now death and the destroyer of the world.

The timeless item that killed even a witch, that killed Yan, was still left in the Alchemist Guild.

Originally, the head of the brainwashed alchemist branch should have dragged him to the pawnshop, but Raffy stopped him and the nuclear bomb remained.

Of course, it was within the sphere of influence of foreign media, so it did not disappear ignoring the changes in the past.

“It’s fake… It’s a fake memory… It’s an illusion that doesn’t exist… I’ve never experienced it, I’ve never experienced it…”

He lifts something with trembling hands.

A switch on the end of a small rod, an obvious detonator.

-Everything… Get rid of it… Forget it.

“Everything… Get rid of it… Forget it.”

In response to her foreign call, Maria, looking uneasy, slowly moved her finger toward the switch on her detonator.

Seeing her fingers slowly approaching her switch, as if she were about to press it, she had no choice but to take a step forward.

Immediately after returning, her left hand, which had been tightly clenched, tickled.

And what was in it, she understood.

Maybe the reason why Iren sent me back…

Took.

Surprised by her sudden presence, Maria looked at me.

In those eyes, countless emotions such as bewilderment, anxiety, confusion, and fear were scattered.

Maria, whom she had beaten over a hundred times the day before, was not here.

There is only one human being, engulfed in mixed memories of the past.

“Da, don’t come closer!”

She shouted as Maria thrust her detonator at me, showing her vigilance like her hedgehog erecting all her thorns with all her might.

The switch seemed ready to be pressed at any moment, and the thumb resting on it trembled.

However, even as I approached, she still couldn’t press.

-Don’t come closer!

“Don’t come closer!”

Instead, along with shouts from foreign media, the dragon’s tail was swung around and bent like a whip-

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Blood spurted from the brushed cheek and from her forearm.

Unlike the thin bloodlined cheeks, the sharp pain came to the forearms as if flesh had fallen off.

Blood flowed down her arm, but she never stopped getting closer.

This kind of pain was nothing.

He finally stood in front of Maria, who had left her hesitantly, and slowly held out her left hand.

It wasn’t to take away her detonator.

Rather, to hand it over.

Maria, with her trembling eyes, looked at my hand with her quivering eyes.

In her slowly unfolding left hand, there was something that went beyond time and returned with me.

Not whole, only one petal was revealed on the palm.

A single blue forget-me-not flower petal.

I didn’t say anything.

Still, still, until Maria stretched out her hand.

Maria stroked one of the petals, and I just looked at it.

An information window about petals comes to mind, and the language of flowers written on it catches my eye.

The flower language of forget-me-not…

“Don’t forget.”

There was no more confusion in Maria’s eyes as she looked up.

She only has one mother who is just crying.

“Don’t forget Irene.”

Tuk, Degurur…

A detonator falling powerlessly to the floor.

“I can’t forget… I can’t…”

“Pray.”

Like Irene always did.

The child prayed for those who would be left behind.

Then I, there is only one prayer we must do.

“For those who have left.”

For Irene, who has disappeared and whom only she and I can remember, she quietly prays with her sorry and gratitude.

And I earnestly hope.

May Irene find her rest.

A stream of silvery air settled gently over Maria, who closed her eyes, clutching her flower petals instead of her detonator.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly when the alarm window came up through the air current that had settled down as if it were hugging Maria.

[Rest to the Hydra]

That’s how everything went back to normal.