Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha

[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.”

“Can I really just do that?”

It’s easy to say.

Just keep stabbing and swinging the spear.

When you do that, you will naturally realize the reason.

The boy learned that too.

get it over time

learn naturally

The boy thought so.

Only the boy thought so.

hundreds of years later.

The girl was looking at the boy with a blank expression.

“…how.”

There is no high or low in the voice.

The girl muttered with a stiff face like a doll.

“How are you doing?”

“I just need to pass the time.”

“Nothing, nothing… I don’t know.”

It was not a girl, but a girl muttered.

“What am I doing here?”

“…”

“What am I?”

The boy looked at the girl.

“Kill me. give me rest.”

“If you want.”

“Sorry.”

The boy pierced the girl’s heart without hesitation.

‘Is it unfortunate?’

decaying corpse.

The girl’s corpse soon crumbled and disappeared.

‘Is this a pity?’

But it’s okay.

I didn’t feel anything.

Nothing has changed.

“…”

The boy spent a long time in Luanan.

Loki also started a full-scale quest for Up.

“I came here to become stronger.”

come.

“Please teach me.”

The sick come, driven by desire.

“I heard that you became stronger through endless efforts. I imitate that will…”

“It’s not effort.”

“What do you mean…”

“It’s not an effort.”

The day went by and came crashing in.

Most of them could not survive and returned.

Those who remain are sick people who think they will die because they will never be able to get stronger.

“There is no going back. If you can’t get stronger.”

they are sick

sickness of the mind.

And met the same end.

“Kill, kill, kill…”

He killed as he wished.

“I can’t feel anything…”

Kill and kill again.

Loki didn’t blame the boy.

It’s because I realized that if I get into that state, I’ll become a specter and attack the heroes around me.

“Sorry…”

Why?

why is everyone dying

Why am I the only one who is fine?

‘Is it because I don’t have a heart?’

Because you’re not human?

‘Why do you come when you know you’re going to die?’

The procession did not stop.

Heroes constantly came.

The boy killed and killed.

“go back.”

“I can’t go back.”

“Will I kill you?”

“It doesn’t matter. Because you have to be strong.”

That doesn’t make sense.

Neither threats nor persuasion work.

don’t go out until you die

They are sick people whose brains have been devoured by the desire to become stronger.

‘It needs to be treated.’

The boy didn’t know why he thought that.

But I decided to.

The boy began to study the mind.

what is driving them to death.

What is the mind that makes you immortal?

‘Does it want to be saved?’

Sometimes the figure of a girl comes to mind.

The way he looked at himself with empty eyes.

[I’m sorry.]

Was the girl’s end sad?

The boy shut himself up in Luanan and did not come out.

It only appears when there is a special reason.

The boy’s presence in Niflheim was gradually forgotten.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Muden?”

“no.”

Shake your head.

“What are you doing there? There will be no business.”

“Not at all.”

deny

“Senior, are you doing interesting research alone? I want you to play with me too.”

“Play alone.”

if you are talking

If you are casually interacting with the friends of the 1st party.

reminds me sometimes

[I’m sorry.]

The figure of a dying girl.

Why did the boy invite the girl there?

Was it because I thought it would be successful?

I can not know.

No matter how much time I spend, I can’t wake up.

I can’t accept why their efforts and hopes have to come to an end and have to be broken in front of the wall of reality.

study of the mind.

The boy’s own research on karma continues.

The human mind is not designed to last more than a hundred years without stimulation.

What should I do?

Should it be stimulated every time?

Luanan is not easy in a closed dimension.

‘then.’

reset.

I decided to reset my memory.

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.