Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000

151. Salvation

The scenery inside the room became distorted.

A single path appeared on a very flat piece of land.

A road covered in blood.

“…….”

Hestia looked at the hourglass floating in the air above the road.

The sand in the hourglass flowed without stopping. Hestia seemed to know what the passage of time in this hourglass meant.

If you don’t decide what choice to make while all this time passes, you will just be stuck in this world.

Hestia slowly got up from her slumped position.

And I looked at the hourglass and thought about it.

Whether or not to walk that bloody path that seems to lead to ‘truth’.

Thinking rationally, if this place right now was really a dream, then heading down that road and getting out of this world was the best and correct answer.

But just as humans are not rational beings, the Miao people were not rational beings either.

happiness.

A world where no one in the family dies.

Perhaps, a world that will never die.

A dream with a good appearance.

But it was also a world where it was clear that literally nothing would change.

Hestia suddenly remembered what her father always said.

-Even if my hands get a little dirty.

-It doesn’t matter if you’ve grown up a bit.

-If it’s so clean without even a single scratch, it means you didn’t do anything.

Hestia recalled the moment yesterday when she had defeated her father in sparring.

Perhaps, it is proof that he was not living in vain, but was actually living in a dream.

Moved forward.

Hestia exhaled deeply.

And then I slowly put my right foot on the bright red road.

Just before stepping onto the road.

“Are you going?”

A voice was heard.

Hestia turned her head urgently to the right.

Long orange hair tied into pigtails.

And green eyes.

It was my younger sister, Felin.

“Sister.”

Next to Feln stood his younger brother, Kylon.

“Goodbye.”

Those were my mother’s words.

“I’m sorry.”

Those were my father’s words.

Ultimately, what uses ＜Nightmare＞ is the subject’s memory.

So the family didn’t say any nightmarish, curse-like words.

Hestia smiled bashfully.

And then I took a step.

I walked along a path covered in blood. With each step I took, red waves rippled.

The images of the family that had been around me became blurred.

As I took each step, the pieces of the puzzle that had not yet come together slowly began to fit together.

Hestia could easily figure out what the final gateway she had to take to escape this dream was.

Enduring the memories that were now striking me like lightning was a curse and a gateway in itself.

Hiking alone training.

On the way back from that mountain training, the village turned into a sea of ​​fire.

I find myself rushing to the village.

One, the bandits have already all fled.

Heads rolling on the ground.

A hellish view from the open door of the house.

Dead brothers.

Dead parents in the backyard.

I had to see every moment more clearly than the moment that came to mind in a flash.

Hestia’s body slowly leaned forward.

A terrible loneliness enveloped my whole body.

Sweat poured down like rain all over his body and a strong sweet smell came from his mouth.

The road of blood.

In that bloodline, I saw my past self.

Hestia continues to practice swordsmanship alone.

1 year, 2 years, 3 years.

Time goes by.

In Hestia’s hand was a sharp sword.

He single-handedly slaughtered a group of thirty thieves.

Hestia, who had single-handedly annihilated most of the bandits who had decimated the Miao village of Runewood, asked.

How could he kill his father, who was a greater warrior than himself?

The bandit leader revealed his yellow teeth and spoke without holding back.

“Well, I took your mother hostage. I took all of your blood relatives hostage. I cut off both your arms first, so that’s only natural.”

At those words, Hestia cut off both arms of the bandit leader. Then, after cutting off both legs, she took his head.

That’s how I ended up taking revenge for the deaths of my family and the townspeople.

And even after completing her revenge, Hestia continued to hate the human race.

I questioned the morality and truthfulness of the paper.

Half a year has passed.

Hestia barely managed to kill the ogre, but was seriously wounded in the abdomen.

Hestia lost consciousness from losing too much blood.

When Hestia opened her eyes again, there was a boy in front of her.

Hestia sat up, ignoring the intense pain radiating from her now bandaged abdomen.

Sreung!

Then he pulled out the sword lying on the floor and without hesitation put it to the brown-haired boy’s neck.

A single vein was engraved along the edge of the sword.

“…Are you okay? Your wounds?”

It wouldn’t be enough to yell at the person who saved my life for doing such a thing.

Haruk asked if Hestia’s injury was okay.

Hestia’s bent back, staggering along the bloody path with heavy fatigue, is now slowly straightening.

‘I get it now.’

It’s been quite some time since Yuma first met Hestia.

Now I understand why he approached me with such fear, as if he absolutely had to find Haruk.

Haruk began to slowly move Hestia’s mind, which was literally worn out to the point of mental exhaustion.

So that we do not despise the human species as such.

Yuma nodded slowly as he watched Hestia walk down the path of blood, literally retracing her life.

He watched Hestia advance and something came to mind.

My self from the not-so-distant past.

***

The man looked at the woman and said.

“Hee-yeon, you acted well. Rather than expressing clear anger, you should express it more quietly, as if you were expressing resentment… um, maybe you should emphasize the sigh.”

The woman smiled and nodded.

“Yes, senior.”

The only store in the university district that closes early was rented and college students were filming.

The man was taking pictures of the work he was going to submit as his graduation project.

A man approached the man who had just finished filming for the day.

“Hey, you’re really trying to film it properly even though it’s a rough draft?”

The man chuckled.

“You have to do it right.”

While he was organizing the props and cameras used for filming, his cell phone rang. The man picked it up.

The man checked the words ‘mother’ and then answered the phone.

“Yes, Mom.”

-Have you eaten?

“yes.”

-You’ll come down during winter break, son?

“Yes, I have to go down.”

-Yeah, yeah. It’s a bit much not showing your face for two months.

“I’ll come down. Definitely.”

I hung up the phone.

A day passed. The man was still filming with his camera today.

Today, I had to shoot a night scene, so I was struggling until late at night.

The cell phone rang.

The man answered the phone again, confirming that the caller was ‘Mother’.

-Uh… Are you Kim Se-yeon’s son?

what.

The man furrowed his brow.

“Yes, but.”

-Your mother was involved in an accident caused by a drunk driver… Ha, I think you need to come to the hospital. Right now.

The man took a taxi straight to the hospital.

“He just died.”

After the funeral, the man did nothing for six months.

Other than submitting my unfinished graduation thesis and the incident with my mother.

“Son.”

The man’s father woke up the man who was locked in his room watching a movie.

“Let’s go fishing.”

The man went fishing with his father.

Without saying a word.

Swaying…

The fishing line created ripples in the sea.

The sea bass my father caught was made into spicy stew at a restaurant in front of the ocean.

Only then did my father speak of the first words of the journey.

“Are you giving up on movies now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try it again.”

After saying those words, my father did not open his mouth again.

The man could not do as his father said.

“You graduated from the film department. So, your dream was to become a director?”

“yes.”

“Well, why did you apply to be an editor?”

“I don’t feel like going to the movies right now.”

I got a job.

It was an advertising agency.

Time is no cure for separation.

First of all, I just forced myself to get up.

I worked at the company for three years.

Nothing unusual. It was a routine commute to work and back home.

One night, I got a call from a friend.

-But did you give up on the movie?

“For now.”

-… So you’ve given up for now. Yeah, well. You’re not the type of person to give up on movies.

I couldn’t tell you that every time I died in a Souls-like game, I was writing a few lines of the script.

＜Movie Script Contest＞

If you break up after saying it, you’ll have to explain why you broke up the next time you meet.

***

Yuma finished his brief reminiscence.

It was a memory from just before I was possessed by this world.

Hestia continued to walk the bloody path that still brought her face to face with her past.

Although it was a past that had already been overcome once, having to go through the hell that was unfolding vividly was another problem.

‘okay.’

However, Hestia’s steps did not stop.

‘You can receive salvation from others.’

My back, which had been slightly bent, began to straighten out completely.

‘No one but yourself can take the first step toward salvation.’

Hestia stopped walking.

The long, bloody staircase that we had climbed began to slowly crumble.

Hestia has completely shaken off the world of ＜Nightmare＞.

I gave up on remaining in the world of happiness and chose reality.

Hwaak-

Hestia opened her eyes wide at the blowing breeze.

For some reason, tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Something appeared in sight.

The vague gray silhouette slowly took on the shape of a human being.

Now, with my memories back to normal, a familiar face was before my eyes.

“You…ma?”

“It’s time to wake up, Hestia.”

Hestia wiped away her tears.

“huh.”

And then he laughed bashfully.

“Your handwriting is not very good, Yuma.”