The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over

The Decisive Battle (6)

I heard the guy who revealed his true form mumbling.

“Hell of Avalokitesvara.”

Everything fell apart with that one simple word.

All that was in sight was thick darkness. A black world without a single ray of light.

As I was losing consciousness, there was only one thing I could feel… no, I could only guess.

My consciousness is falling into that deep abyss, into a hell from which I can never escape.

There was nothing I could do.

It just keeps falling and falling.

When my consciousness fell into the abyss like that.

I opened my eyes and was faced with dozens of unbearable worlds at once.

A head that feels like it’s going to burst, and you can actually feel the tendons crackling.

All the pain that can be felt in the world, felt in every part of my body.

My body and mind, which were destroyed from the beginning, were trapped in a black world where sweetness and despair coexist in an eternal repetition.

****

One of the repeating worlds.

-tweet.

I can hear birds chirping.

The warm sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains tickles my skin pleasantly.

A hazy feeling. A soft voice whispers in my ear.

“You can sleep a little longer.”

Blurred gaze turns to the side.

Purple hair, no makeup but clear and transparent skin, smooth shoulder line partially hidden by the blanket.

“Because you’ve worked harder than anyone else so far.”

The heat still felt on Lily’s naked body and the blush on her slender cheeks.

Yeah, we were going through hard times together until just now.

Her fingers caress her breasts pleasantly.

So I fall asleep.

And I dream.

In that dream I lose myself and everything I love in a terrible way.

My loved ones, my cherished things, my memories, my will, whatever it was, it was all terribly destroyed.

Finally, I saw Lily’s faceless body lying next to me.

“Ah …

I woke up screaming like that.

-tweet.

I can hear birds chirping.

The warm sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains tickles my skin pleasantly.

A hazy feeling. A soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Sleep a little more.”

Blurred gaze turns to the side.

Red hair, beautiful skin, a voluptuous sternum partially hidden by the blanket…

“My love, my knight.”

Her hand, sensing my gaze, takes mine and places it against her breastbone.

I feel a sense of comfort in the satisfying texture that feels good in my hand.

So I fall asleep.

I had a dream that Rose’s neck was cut off by Fran’s sword and Rose’s body was fed to monsters.

“Ah …

I wake up screaming in pain, having lost everything.

-tweet

I’ve heard the same birdsong thousands of times.

“You can sleep more.”

This time it was Sage’s voice. I felt relief for the umpteenth time hearing this sweet voice, and fell into a lazy sleep.

I have that dream.

“Ah …

I wake up and fall back asleep feeling relieved.

The more I fall asleep, the more relieved I feel, the more I lose track of who I am.

One thought that has taken root deep in my mind.

‘I don’t want to break it.’

I don’t want to exist as myself.

I fell asleep, had nightmares, and woke up thousands of times like that.

“Ah …

Once again I wake up screaming.

-tweet.

I can hear birds chirping.

The warm sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains tickles my skin pleasantly.

A hazy feeling. A soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Disciple.”

Blurred gaze turns to the side.

Platinum blonde hair, snow-white skin, clothes torn here and there, and cloudy eyes.

“How long are you going to be like that?”

My eyes shoot open. I regain consciousness in one of dozens of worlds.

-Wow!

The curtains that let in warm sunlight and the comfortable interior of the house shatter like a glass window.

“Krrrrrrr···.”

I see the horrifying form of a monster with its mouth open at the corner of my mouth, emitting a black aura.

“This fucking…!”

A body that reacts on its own.

So I escape from one world among dozens of worlds.

****

Since when has this horrible situation been repeating itself?

How many times is this?

Where did it go wrong?

no.

Who was I before that?

By the time these questions arise, your eyes will open again and you will feel your body again.

Intense pain felt in the limbs.

With my limbs cut off, I kneel down and endure what is happening in front of me.

All that is visible is a gruesome battlefield against a pitch-black sky.

A land overflowing with black sewage and red blood.

A mass of flesh of all races, and horrible monsters that dig up and devour that flesh.

In the middle of them, there are people who look extremely tired, but still fight, swinging their swords and using magic.

“Oh, come on. Can you see it?”

A man whose appearance is eerily similar to mine grabs my chin and speaks.

“Because of the path you have taken, they have met that fate.”

As the b*stard’s palm moves, my gaze is fixed somewhere.

“A warrior who tried to realize justice by borrowing the power of starlight.”

Fran, covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, is seen swinging a sword soaked in faint starlight at the monsters.

“It was just good nourishment for us who hate starlight.”

Fran’s ankles are bitten. Dozens of monsters rush towards him as he loses his balance, and a fountain of blood spurts above him.

The b*stard’s palm turns my head.

“Those who loved you have met the worst ending they could ever face.”

Sage, with his eyes clouded, is seen following his sins and bringing black disaster to humanity.

A fallen Lily is seen naked, casting a curse upon humanity.

A sword made of bone is seen slicing off Rose’s neck.

Daisy, who has run out of mana, is seen being struck by the monster’s front paws as she fails to dodge them.

“Ugh, ugh···.”

He tries to raise his voice to say something, to express his burning emotions, but he can’t because his tongue is cut off.

The b*stard’s palm roughly turns my head once again.

“This child who cherished you more than anyone else no longer cherishes you.”

I see the master.

Clothes torn here and there, platinum blonde hair stained with black sewage.

She holds the sword to her own neck and looks at him with clouded eyes.

As if he was just waiting for me to say something.

“It was you who brought them to this point.”

“Ugh, ugh···.”

“What a beautiful sight. What a beautiful cry. So I will grant you one last mercy.”

The guy who grabbed my chin more tightly looks me in the eye and says.

“Reflect on your arrogance, child. Admit that your justice and struggles were meaningless, and lick this filthy water filled with child’s foolishness with your cut tongue. Then.”

He turns my head towards the Master.

“I will show you mercy at least once.”

The red cracks that gradually appear on the slender pastoral and the blood that begins to flow from them flow like tears of blood coming from me.

“Ugh, ugh···!”

The eyes that were filled with courage fall down.

The will that was full of conviction is broken, and the image of good and justice is replaced with only regret and despair.

I hope he has mercy on me.

Even if the future is hopeless, I hope that the Master survives.

Even though I’m shedding tears of blood in anger, I try to put my lips to the black slurry.

As I do that, I hear the b*stard’s grumbling.

“Let me see that you have mercy.”

His head is raised. The corners of his mouth go up.

The sword that drew a red line cuts across the flesh.

Soaring platinum blonde hair, cloudy eyes. And blood.

“Ugh, ugh···!”

I was gripped by an indescribable rage, howling and writhing in agony.

“Endless despair.”

He grabbed my head as if he was mocking me.

“That is the last mercy bestowed upon the young child.”

-pop!

Vision is blurred.

Regret and longing come flooding in.

Since when has this horrible situation been repeating itself?

How many times is this?

Where did it go wrong?

The questions and despair that keep repeating.

The same tragedy happens again, and I cry with the same rage until my head explodes.

I am losing myself. No, I have lost myself.

All will is broken. No, it has been broken.

I can’t do anything.

I am nothing.

You shouldn’t have done anything.

I keep asking for forgiveness, but I don’t know when it will end.

I continue to hope for mercy, never knowing when I will receive it.

Even in the midst of all this, the same tragedy was repeated.

How much of myself did I lose, shedding tears of blood and buried in despair and regret?

The evil spirit whispered sweet nothings to me again for the umpteenth time.

“Reflect on your arrogance, child. Admit that your justice and struggles were meaningless and lick the sewage. Then.”

“I will show you mercy at least once.”

I saw it for the first time at that moment.

“···.”

Very faintly, I could see the Master shaking his head behind the evil spirit.

That sight struck my mind like a small wind of change.

“Ugh, ugh···.”

“Huh···?”

For the first time, my head didn’t drop.

“···hey.”

I spoke up for the first time.

“Just grab the dick.”

For the first time, he showed his will.

-Wajangchang.

Then, as if it were a lie, the most terrible and final hell was shattered.

“Haa, haa···.”

A heavy breath is exhaled. Sticky magic enters the lungs, and a sticky wind can be felt on the skin.

Open your eyes again.

-Kururung, bang! bang!

Amidst countless lightning bolts striking the ground, a giant, rippling gate is seen.

“···.”

And in front of him, I saw an evil spirit looking at me with slightly surprised eyes.

I could tell right away.

This world is not the same terrible world that has been repeated dozens of times.

It is the reality that I actually existed in, the reality that I loved without hesitation.

I got out. From that deep abyss that I thought I would never get out of.

The evil spirit, Bulginus, who had been staring blankly at me, spoke up.

“I’ve been waiting.”

Contrary to expectations, he smiled brightly.