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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 73: Nazrea, City of the Dead (4)

Chapter 73: Nazrea, City of the Dead (4)

On​ the second day,‍ the three of⁠‌‍ them defeated the‍‍ Abyss Shrieker and‍‍ the Wight King.‍‌​

Even⁠‍‌ though Korin and⁠ Alicia were much​⁠ stronger than average⁠⁠ students, each of‌ those enemies was⁠‌ Grade 1 undead​‍‌ boss. Defeating them​‍‌ in a city‍‍​ full of countless⁠​ undeads was only​​ possible thanks to​ Erin Danua.

As‍⁠ if she had‍ done it hundreds⁠‌‌ and thousands of⁠ times, she gave‍‍‌ out a perfect⁠⁠‍ set of commands.‌⁠ In fact, she​ even held back⁠‌‍ for the two​​‍ young students to​‍​ build up experience.‌

“The‌​‍ Immortal King is​ the only one‌ left now.”

On‍⁠‌ the night of‌‍ the third day,​‍⁠ the three of‌‍‌ them stood before⁠‌​ Gerolge the Immortal⁠ King.

“We⁠‌‌ are finally going⁠ against Gerolge. We‍​ must stop him⁠​‌ from awakening into‍​ the Immortal King.”⁠‌‍

“Ehk…‌ H, he looks​‌‌ very intimidating!”

Immortal‌ King Gerolge.

He​ was the black‍ mage behind the​⁠ Immortal Legion incident‍‌ of Nazrea 300⁠‌⁠ years ago, and⁠ was a weird⁠​‌ man who wanted‌‍​ to become the⁠‍‍ king of undeads.‍‍

But‍ unlike his grandiose​⁠ aspiration and his‌​ title, the undead‌​ did not give⁠⁠ off any dignity‌⁠ nor pressure. Even‌⁠‍ in terms of‌⁠ appearance, it simply​​ looked like a drowned corpse with‍ unsightly swells all⁠‌ around.

Parts⁠⁠ of its body⁠⁠ were swollen like‌⁠ malignant tumors, whereas‌⁠ some parts had‌‌ no flesh covering⁠‌ the bones.

Fat⁠​‌ but bony – it was an‍ imperfect being that​‍⁠ could be accurately‌‍ described by that‌​ paradoxical set of‌⁠ words.

“Did⁠‍⁠ it fail at‌ becoming a Lich?”⁠

“That‍‌‌ is the case.‌ He is not⁠‌ a Lich because‍ the soul is‍​‍ still inside his‌‍⁠ body, and he⁠ does not have⁠‍ the wisdom of⁠⁠‍ a mage either.”​​

“So​⁠‌ he’s just a random guy who⁠‍ couldn’t even become​‍ a Lich.”

Korin​ said while walking‍⁠‌ forward. Erin and‍‌ Alicia were surprised‌‍‍ by his sudden⁠​ movement.

“What‍⁠ are you trying​‌ to do?” Erin‌‌‍ asked.

“Please​ stay back. I can deal with‌ him myself.”

“Mr.‍ Korin! Even though​⁠⁠ it looks like⁠ that, it’s still‍ at least a Unique Grade!”

As‍‌ Alicia said, even⁠ a half-complete Lich‍⁠ was technically the‍‌ King of Undeads​ that was born⁠​‌ from a grand‌‍ ritual. It was⁠⁠​ probably as strong⁠‍‍ as Marie Dunareff,‌‍ with no questions‍‍ about it being⁠‍‍ a Unique Grade.⁠​​

“Well,​ just watch.”

At​⁠ the center of‌ the city, Korin​‌⁠ walked to the‍‍​ wriggling Immortal King​ by himself. The​​‍ Immortal King was‌ outside his own‍ workshop which had​​‍ a panoramic view‍‌ of the whole​ city, but was​ staring at who‍‍‌ knows where.

“Hello,‌ Gerolge.”

– Flick!

The‌​ undead immediately turned⁠‌ its face in‍ response to Korin’s‌‍ words. And…

❰Doom‍‌‌ Bolt❱

It​​ automatically used one‍‌ of its strongest‌​​ spells at him.​

– Kwang!!

The‍⁠ Doom Bolt was‌​​ like a whaling‍ harpoon that was⁠‍‍ 20 times bigger​​ than its original⁠​ size and it​ divided the town⁠‍‌ into two while⁠‍‌ penetrating through the⁠‍​ place where Korin‌⁠ used to be‍ at.

“Phew~”⁠‌

Despite‍ seeing that overwhelming‌‌‍ destruction, Korin nonchalantly​‌‌ whistled in marvel.⁠

“GUWOOOOO…!”‌

After‌ noticing that its​⁠​ enemy was still⁠​ alive, the Immortal⁠ King began to​⁠‌ gather a dumbfoundingly​‌ large amount of‍‌ mana.

❰Curse​​‌ of Time❱, ❰Wind‌‌‍ of Death❱, ❰Apocalypse❱⁠‌‍

Following⁠‍ that, it started‌‍‌ firing all sorts‌ of highest-grade spells.​ The Immortal King‌⁠​ displayed its powerful​​​ might as a mage by shooting⁠ those absurd spells‌​ without any delay.‍‍

– Kwang!

– Kwagagang!

Even‍⁠⁠ the ground and‍‍⁠ the buildings were‌​ deformed by its​⁠⁠ showy attacks and⁠​ Korin would’ve been‌ reduced to dust⁠⁠‍ by simply coming‌‍ into contact with⁠‍ any of those⁠ spells but…

“???”‌‌⁠

The⁠⁠ Immortal King was​‌ confused. Its senses⁠‌⁠ were telling the‌⁠‍ undead king that‌⁠ its enemy was‌‌ still alive.

“They⁠‌⁠ are quite impressive​‌ but…”

And⁠⁠ by the time‌​​ the Immortal King‍ realized it, the⁠​ spearman was right‌​​ in front of⁠‍ its face.

“If‍​‍ you randomly use​‍⁠ big spells like‍​‌ that, you’ll just​‍ end up covering‍ your own line‍ of sight.”

Like‍ a leopard, Korin​ quickly approached his‍ target and after‌⁠⁠ noticing him, the‌⁠ Immortal King shot⁠ the same Doom‌‌ Bolt – the‍‌ magic arrow of‍⁠ overwhelming penetration that​ had divided the⁠⁠ city into two.​​

❰Demonic‌⁠ Arts of Trap⁠⁠ and Stab (Lan‌‌ Na Zha)❱

The‍⁠ silver spear gently‍⁠‌ tapped on the‌ side of the‌​ Doom Bolt. That‍‌‍ soft touch only‌ ended up altering⁠ the path of‍⁠⁠ the Doom Bolt​​ by 1cm, but‍ that was enough‍ to make the⁠​‌ Doom Bolt point‍‌ at the sky⁠ instead of the‌ city.

“Large​​ spells like these‍ might be effective​ against armies and‍ demonic beasts, but‌​ they’re uselessly big‌‌ against people. Using‌ dozens of medium-grade‍⁠‍ spells would be⁠ a lot better.”​‌

“GUAAAAAAAH…!”‌

The‍ thick and swollen‌​ finger pointed at⁠ the spearman. Just‌⁠​ by pointing, the‍‌ Immortal King made‌‍ enough preparations for​ a Doom Bolt‌⁠ but… what would​‌ happen to the​‍ accuracy if the​ finger was cut​ off by the⁠ spinning spearhead before​ it could release‍ the spell?

“A​‍‌ mage without guards⁠‌ and intellect is‍​‍ nothing.”

The‌​ spear rotated. It​ rotated tens of‌​ times in less​ than 3 seconds.‍ There was no‍​‌ way that a mage that wasn’t‍​​ even a knight‍ – an imperfect​ and irrational being‍‍‍ that couldn’t even​‍ become a Lich‌ could ever read‌ through the complex⁠​ pattern of that‍​ spin.

The​⁠ Spinning Heaven of‌​⁠ the Void continued⁠ its rampage and‍⁠‌ cut out slices​ of the king’s‍ flesh with each‍ spin.

“GUUU—-?!”‌‌​

Gerolge’s⁠​​ doubt couldn’t even‍ leave his mouth.​ The accelerating spear​ sliced off the⁠‍ Immortal King’s vocal‌‍‌ cords and mouth‍⁠ more than ten‌⁠ times in just⁠⁠ 0.5 seconds.

—!‌ —! —! ——————!!!!​‌‌

Without⁠ any rest, the​ spear turbulently raged‌‍ on. That was​‌‌ truly the Spinning​‍​ Heaven of Void⁠ – Turbulent Spear.⁠‌ The boy was‍⁠‌ slicing away in‌ real-time, and the⁠ mage couldn’t even‌ lift a finger​⁠ to create a spell.

– Flop!

The‌⁠⁠ Immortal King’s body⁠​ crumbled down. Its⁠‍ body was sliced‌ down into hundreds​​ of pieces and‍​⁠ among them was‌⁠​ the Soul Heart‍‍ which Gerolge hadn’t‍ been able to​ separate from his‍‍ body.

Soul‍‌ Heart.

That‍⁠ was the biggest​ weakness and the‍⁠ fundamental core of⁠ a Lich. Liches⁠​ were supposed to​ extract this Soul​​ Heart from their‌‌ body and hide‍‍‍ it in a safe place, but⁠​⁠ the fact that​‍ this one couldn’t⁠ even do that​​‌ proved just how‍​ imperfect of a being it was.‍

– Kajik!

The‌‍​ silver spear pierced‌ down and pulverized​ the Soul Heart‍⁠ as the surroundings‍ echoed with a bizarre and deathly‌ scream.

It‌‍ was an overwhelming‍‌⁠ victory.

Gerolge⁠‌⁠ the Immortal King​‍ couldn’t even retaliate​ properly and ended‍ up dissipating to‍​​ nothing.

****⁠‍​

Nazrea‌​​ Field Quest.

This‍​ quest that took⁠​‍ place inside the‍‍​ infinitely rewinding Undead‍ City was a ‘repeat’ quest by‌ nature.

Three‌​‍ bosses of Nazrea.‍​‌

Wight⁠​‌ King, Abyss Shrieker,‍⁠ Revenant Titan.

By⁠⁠ defeating those Grade⁠⁠⁠ 1 bosses to‍​‌ weaken the power‌‍ of the Immortal⁠​​ King, the player​​ had to defeat​ the Unique Grade​⁠​ undead, Immortal King⁠⁠ Gerolge.

Even‍‍⁠ though it sounded⁠‍​ challenging, it was‌⁠‍ only slightly difficult​‍ which was to‍​‌ be expected from⁠⁠‍ a repeat quest.⁠‌⁠ By clearing it​⁠​ multiple times, the‍ player could build​‌ ‘Grim Reaper’s goodwill’‍ to acquire one‌ of the ‘Treasures‌ of the Underworld’.​

What‍ that meant was‌ that I, as​​⁠ a veteran player,​ had killed Gerolge⁠ hundreds and thousands​​⁠ of times. I could tell which⁠‌‌ spell was coming⁠⁠⁠ with my eyes‌​⁠ closed.

“…”⁠⁠⁠

“What’s​ wrong?”

Alicia‌ said after staring‍‍⁠ at me funny.‌​

“It‌⁠ feels like you’re‌ going further and‌ further away, Mr.‌⁠ Korin.”

“Well,⁠‌‌ I can tell​‍⁠ you that the​​ result wouldn’t have‍​⁠ been much different‌‍ even if it‍‍ was you.”

There‌⁠ would have been​⁠ no need for⁠​ her to slice‌‍ like me. If⁠‍ it was Alicia…‌‍ she would have‌​ bisected the Immortal‍⁠⁠ King into two⁠ the moment she​‌ got close enough.‌

“That‌ guy was nothing.‍ It’s easier than​ the other undead‌⁠‍ bosses.”

“Really?”​

A monster like the⁠​ Immortal King that‌ had nothing but‌ strength was very‍ easily defeatable for​​‍ people like Alicia⁠⁠ and me. Someone​ like Marie, who⁠‍‍ was of a similar type as‌ the boss, would⁠ in fact have‌ a harder time​​⁠ beating it, but⁠​⁠ she would have​ beaten it regardless‌ with the help‌ of Doggo.

In​​ any case, if‍ you had the‌ skills to overwhelm‍‍ it, the Immortal‍ King was nothing⁠ but a weakling​ that you could‍ one-sidedly play around‌ with.

A half-assed Lich that⁠ didn’t even know⁠ how to effectively​ use spells like‍​​ a normal mage.‍ It only relied​⁠ on the heavily‌‌ destructive and highest-grade⁠​‌ spells, which was‌⁠ exactly why it‌ would never be​​⁠ able to beat​​ Alicia or me.⁠

‘And⁠⁠​ that should be‌‌‍ the same for​ Erin Danua.’

“I’m‌ going to go‍‌‍ to Erin. Stay‌ here and kill‍​‍ any undead that⁠‍ comes here for​‌ me.”

“Ah,​‍‍ sure! Mhmm…? ‘Erin’?”⁠​

Alicia‌​ tilted her head‌‍​ after hearing my​ way of calling‌‍‌ her, but started​ vigilantly watching out‍ for undeads before⁠ long.

………‍​

……‌‌

Even‌ after defeating the⁠‌​ main instigator of⁠‌ Nazrea’s incident from‌‍ 300 years ago,⁠​⁠ the city did​‍⁠ not change.

The​ Immortal King had⁠⁠ the power to‍​ control all undeads,⁠​‍ but it wasn’t‌‍⁠ like all the‌ undeads would disappear⁠⁠‌ by themselves just‍‍ by killing the‍ Immortal King. It‍ wasn’t that simple.⁠⁠⁠

The⁠‍‌ city was still‌ full of the‌​​ dead that cursed​ the living.

This​ was where one‍⁠​ might raise a question.

300⁠‍⁠ years ago, why‌ were the undeads‍‌ of Nazrea unable‍ to leave the‍​‌ city walls?

“I⁠​ don’t think it’s‌‌ a good enough​ sight to gaze​‌ at for a long time.”

On‍⁠ top of a building that allowed‍ one to gaze‍​⁠ down at the‌‍‍ crumbled state of⁠​ the entire city,​​​ Erin was blankly​‌⁠ staring off into​‌‍ the horizon.

“There‌⁠‌ is nothing else‌‍​ to do, you‍ see.”

I stood next to‌ her. Seeing me⁠‌ stand by her⁠‌ side, ‘Erin Danua’⁠⁠ casually spoke to‌‌‍ me.

“That⁠ was even better‍⁠ than I thought.‌‍ I really found‍⁠ myself a great‍‌⁠ disciple.”

“You‌ could say I’m‌‌ just that good.”‍⁠

“Huhuhu.”‌

I said while triumphantly⁠ raising my chin.‌‍⁠

Her‍ sparkling eyes were​​​ still facing me.​‍

“This​ is not the​​ first time Gerolge‌⁠ the Immortal King‌​‍ was born, right?”⁠​⁠ I asked.

“How‌⁠‌ did you find⁠ out?”

Without​​‍ replying to her⁠ question, I wondered.‌ How many times​⁠ has it been?​ Instead of asking‍‌‌ her, I calculated‍⁠ it out loud.⁠⁠

“300‌ years, 3 months,⁠‌ and 27 days.⁠‌‌ 109,617 days. A repetition of 3 days so 36,539‌⁠ times.”

“…”⁠⁠

Instead⁠‌ of saying anything‍‌ in response, she​​ simply stayed quiet​ and listened on.‌

“300‍ years, 3 months,⁠​⁠ and 27 days​‍​ ago, Gerolge the​‌‌ Black Mage used‍⁠​ the lunar eclipse‌​ to change the⁠ entire city into‍​​ undeads.”

The‌⁠‍ city population of‌⁠​ that time and⁠​ the corpses that⁠⁠ were in the‌⁠‌ cemeteries added up⁠​ to about 1.2⁠‌​ million.

1.2​​ million. 1.2 million‍‌​ undeads had suddenly‍‍ appeared out of​ the blue.

By​ nature, undeads were⁠⁠ corrupt beings that‌ created more and⁠ more powerful undeads​⁠⁠ by gathering together.‌​ That was why​​ monsters like the⁠​ Wight King, Abyss‍‌⁠ Shrieker, and Revenant‍ Titan appeared from‌‌​ the very first​ day of the‌​ 3-day-loop that this‍​‍ city was going⁠ through.

“The‍ repeating cycle of​ 3 days is⁠⁠​ the time it‍‍ took for you⁠⁠⁠ to defeat Gerolge,⁠‍ right?”

“Yes.‌‌⁠ I am sure⁠​‍ you know but‌‍ Gerolge was not​‌‍ in his full⁠⁠⁠ Lich form yet.​‌‌ He was in​​ fact easier than‍‌‍ the rest.”

“Right,‍‌ but even after​‍​ you defeated the⁠​⁠ Immortal King, the‌​ undeads of the‌‌ city were still​​​ there.”

“What⁠‌‍ a clever child.”⁠

“Then​ who was it​​⁠ that made this⁠ repeating time loop‌​ of 3 days?‍‌⁠ Do you want⁠ me to say⁠ the rest?”

“…No.”‌‍​

Erin​‌‌ heaved a deep‍ sigh with a lonely look on​ her face. While‌‌ sending me a reproachful gaze that⁠ seemed to be​⁠ blaming me for‍‍ making her say‌ it out loud,‌ she opened her​‌ mouth.

“I⁠‍ am the one​​‍ who made it​⁠⁠ happen.”

– I created the⁠‌ loop.

Erin‌‌​ confessed her sin‌ – or rather,​‍‌ her sacrifice at​​​ saving the world.​​‍

“If‍⁠ 1.2 million undeads‌‌ were to leave⁠‌​ the city at‍ once, it would​⁠‌ have been a matter of time‍‌‍ for this continent‌‍ and the whole​ world to be​⁠‌ destroyed. That is‌‍‍ why I used‌​ a Primal Rune‌ to interfere with‌ Gerolge’s magic circle.”​‌

Primal‍⁠ Rune, [ n ]

Paradise⁠‍ continues.

A set of eight⁠ letters that promised⁠‍⁠ the eternal existence​ of Paradise – by using that,​ she added a new great ritual⁠‌ to this entire‌ city.

The‌‌ first night when‌ the ritual started,‍ to the third‍‍ night where she‍‌ defeated Gerolge the⁠​ Immortal King.

She‌‍ created a City‌‌ of the Dead‌ that had to‌​​ forever go through⁠​ those 3 days.⁠​​

“But​ there is a ‘current me’ in‌ the outside world,⁠‍​ right? Don’t worry,​​ ‘she’ and ‘I’‍⁠‌ are different beings​ that separated from‍⁠‌ the turning point‌‍‌ 300 years ago.​‍ You knew that‌‍​ and that was‍​‍ why you refused⁠‌ to call me​‌⁠ ‘master’ until the⁠​ end, right?”

Right.‍ I knew that​ Erin Danua here⁠ was slightly different‌ from my master‌ who taught me​‌ everything.

“Are​‍ you not going​⁠ to say it⁠‍‍ until the end?”⁠ I asked.

“…What‍ do you mean?”⁠

She⁠​‍ tried to be‍ as carefree as‍‍ ever but her​⁠ eyes widened a little and she​⁠ covered her body‌‍ with her arms.‌⁠ That was one​ of Erin’s… master’s⁠ habits that she‌‌​ did whenever she‌ wanted to hide‍ something.

“I’m⁠ sure you didn’t​⁠‍ lie, but you‌​ didn’t say everything‌‌‍ either.”

“What​ are you… trying‍‍ to say?”

“Master‍‍ doesn’t even know‌‌‍ about your existence.‌ She just knows​​ that this city‌‌ has been repeating‌ itself ever since‌‍ the incident 300‌​​ years ago.”

Even​‍ though they separated‌⁠ from the turning‌​⁠ point 300 years‌ ago, how was‌‍ master unaware of​​ this as the‍‍‍ very person who‌ made this 3-day‌​‌ time loop?

Why‌⁠⁠ did Erin of‍‍ this city repeat⁠‍ through those 300​ years and continue⁠‍⁠ defeating the Immortal​⁠ King?

How‍‌ could she be‍ so selfless?

———-​⁠

It​ was then. Something​‍ appeared from the⁠⁠ wriggling darkness.

《Clever,⁠​‌ are you not.》​‌

Rather‌‌ than a voice​‍‍ emanating through the⁠​​ vocal cords, it⁠​ sounded like it‍​⁠ was being forced‍ into the dimension‌ itself.

“…”‍‍​

What‍‌⁠ appeared from the​ darkness was a skeleton wearing a bluish-black robe that⁠‍ had the appearance‍ of a typical‍​‌ grim reaper.

Even​⁠ though its characteristic‌‌ large scythe was​‍‌ not something I could see, it‌⁠ was the ‘one⁠ who collected souls’‌ that had been​‍⁠ present both in​⁠⁠ the game and⁠​ in the last‍ iteration.

Grim⁠​​ Reaper. It was‍ literally the god‌ of death.

“I​⁠‍ knew it had‍ to be with‍​⁠ the help of‍​⁠ the Grim Reaper.”‌

Despite‍​​ its menacing ability⁠‌ and appearance, it‍ was just an⁠​⁠ NPC that gave⁠‌ out quests in⁠‌ the game and⁠ hadn’t been any‍ different in the⁠‌ last iteration either.​​​

《How‌ daring, o deceiver.⁠ You must know​⁠ that you are⁠‍ facing death.》

Grim‌‍ Reaper approached me‌​​ in the blink‍‍ of an eye.​​​ In its hand⁠‌‌ must be the​ invisible scythe that​‌⁠ could cut through​​ my body in⁠ an instant.

I would definitely die‌‌⁠ the moment he⁠‍ ‘harvested’ my soul.⁠⁠‌ That was what‌‌ a Grim Reaper​ was – regardless‌ of how strong⁠⁠​ or weak the⁠ person was, they‍⁠ could not defy⁠⁠ death itself.

However,⁠‌ Erin agitatedly turned‌​‍ her eyes away⁠‌​ without even attempting⁠​ to save me.‍ It was because‌ there was no‍ need to.

“Don’t‍​​ bluff. You’re one⁠ who harvests death,​⁠ not someone who‌ sentences death.”

Grim​‌‌ Reaper shook its‍‌​ head in response.⁠‌‍

《No.⁠​ That is not⁠⁠‍ it. At least‌ it is different⁠‍⁠ for you, Korin⁠ Lork, for you‍⁠ have deceived death.》⁠

…Did​‌ he know that‌ I had regressed‌‍⁠ back in time?‌‍‌

Erin‍‍ told me that‍‌ the incident on‌ the first day‌‌ was because the‌ Grim Reaper had​⁠‌ taken interest in‌ me, which was‌⁠⁠ why the undead⁠​ bosses started coming​​ after me.

In​​​ other words, Grim‌‍ Reaper was the⁠‌ one overseeing the⁠ deads of this⁠​‌ city.

“So⁠‍​ why aren’t you​ harvesting my soul⁠​​ then?”

《Because‍ it is very‌⁠‌ ambiguous. The death⁠​​ you deceived is​‍ from the future,‍​‌ not the present.》‌‌

“Okay.‌⁠‌ So you mean​ you’re still thinking‌ about it. You’ll​⁠ soon change your​ line of thought.”​‌

《Hoh.》⁠‌⁠

Grim⁠⁠ Reaper gave an⁠ intrigued nod as‌⁠‍ its blue eyes⁠‍ flickered like flames.‌‍​

“Erin.⁠ You made a ‘contract’ with the‌‌​ Grim Reaper, right?”‌⁠

“…”‍​

“Repeating‍‌ 3 days of⁠‍‍ a city forever.‍​‌ It sounds like‌​ an amazing feat​‍ at first, but​ it means you‍​‌ are ‘deceiving’ the​‌‌ death of 1.2​ million people.”

Why‍ was Grim Reaper‌​ in this land?‌ What was the‍ thing that Grim‌ Reaper had to‍​ do as a conceptual being that​⁠ harvested death?

Everything‍‍​ was linked to‍​‍ the ‘3-day repetition’​ caused by Erin.​⁠​

“…Yes.‍‌ I’m the one⁠ who made the‍‌ 3 days go‍ on forever. That​‍‌ is why the​⁠‌ Grim Reaper came⁠ to this place.”‌

Grim⁠‍‍ Reaper hated undeads,‌‍ because they were‌⁠ the prime example‍‍‍ of ones deceiving⁠ death.

The‌‍‍ souls that were⁠​ supposed to be​ harvested were intertwined⁠‌ with the body⁠‍ of the dead‍⁠⁠ and stayed firmly‍ attached to the‌ ground. That was‍​ already very unpleasant⁠⁠‌ but that much‍‍ was okay, because‍ even the unaging⁠‍ undeads would one‍​ day be killed‍​‌ by someone; whether​‌ it be a soldier, a knight,​​ or a mage.‌

Souls​⁠ were still in‌​ line for the‍​‌ circulation. After waiting​​ for about a century or two,⁠‌ most souls would‍‍ come back again.⁠‍​

The‌ issue was with⁠​⁠ the 3 days‍⁠​ that Erin had⁠ been locked inside‍ the prison of​ time. In order‌‍ to stop the‌‌​ destruction of the‍‌‌ world under the​​ feet of 1.2‍‌ million undeads, she‌⁠‍ had to make​‌ Nazrea unendingly repeat​ those 3 days.​⁠⁠

As⁠ a result, the⁠‌⁠ undeads started being‌ brought back to‍⁠​ life after those​​‌ 3 days regardless​‍ of their death.‌‌​ Their souls stopped‍​ going back to​⁠ circulation.

Even‌ though the Grim‍ Reaper couldn’t interfere‌‌ with most of⁠ the works of‌ the real world,‍​‌ it could when​ it concerned this⁠‍ law of circulation.‌ The god of⁠ death could have‍ used his own​ authority to separate‌⁠ the Primal Rune⁠⁠ from the magic⁠ circle cast on‍ this city.

“That​ must be why⁠ you requested a contract with the​‍‌ Grim Reaper; one⁠​‍ that was needed⁠‌‌ to continue these⁠⁠‍ three days.”

“Haa…”‌

After⁠‌‍ heaving a deep⁠​ sigh, Erin gave‌​ up and started‌ talking about the​ past.

『Wait.‍ Please don’t separate‌ them.』

《Erin‌‍‍ Danua. Are you‍‍‌ even aware of​ what you have‍⁠​ just done?》

『I⁠‍​ know and I still decided to​​ do it. If⁠‍⁠ the undeads leave⁠⁠ this city, they​⁠ will kill countless‌​ people worldwide.』

She‌⁠⁠ needed to come‌‍​ up with rational​⁠ and utilitarian arguments‌‍⁠ to persuade the⁠⁠​ Grim Reaper.

1.2​ million undeads. It‌‍ was a ridiculous‌ number of undeads​ and the possibility‍​ of defeating them‍ was very questionable.‌‌ What was even​‌‍ worse was that‍ undeads had the‌‌‍ power to turn‍‍ the living into⁠ undeads like themselves‌ after killing them.‌‌

Zombies,‍​ raised deads, skeletons…⁠​ After all, undeads​‍ were the deceased​​ that were made‍​‍ from former living‍ creatures as well.‌‍

What​‌​ would happen if⁠ humanity had lost⁠⁠‍ to the legion‌ of undeads led‍​ by the Immortal‌ King?

The⁠ discontinuance of humanity‌ and the abundance‍ of undeads would⁠⁠ lead to the‌​ worst scenario of⁠ having zero soul‌⁠ circulation. Erin Danua​‍ tried to persuade‌ the Grim Reaper⁠​‌ using that possibility.‌​

She⁠ introduced two sides‍‌‍ of the scale:‌‍ losing the circulation​ of 1.2 million‌ souls, compared to‌ a possibility of​​‌ losing the worldwide‍‌ circulation of souls​‍ itself.

However,‌ that wasn’t enough​ to persuade the‍⁠ god of death.⁠

《Very‍ superficial. You are​⁠⁠ talking from the‍⁠ perspective of humans.​‍ It is very‍⁠⁠ unlikely for humans⁠ to lose. Several​ million will die​ and it might‌ take hundreds and​ thousands of years‌‍ but they will⁠ survive in the⁠​ end. Everything will‌⁠⁠ be cleansed again.》⁠

『…』‌​

《However,⁠​​ watching on for‍‌ now as you⁠​‍ suggest might not⁠ be a bad‌​‍ choice. Because this​​ magic will be‍​⁠ dispelled before long.》‌⁠

『What​‍⁠ do you… mean⁠ by that?』

There‌⁠‌ was something Erin​‍ hadn’t taken into‌​ account – Immortal‌‌‍ King Gerolge. As⁠ a ‘long friend’‍ of hers, Grim⁠‍ Reaper was considerate⁠ enough to give‍ her some advice.⁠‍

《You‌‌ are not the‍‍ only one in‍‍‍ control of this‌‌‌ magic. There is‌ still the mage‍‍​ who made this⁠⁠⁠ wicked city. Do​ you think he‍​‌ will be clueless‌‌⁠ to the repetition‌​ of three days‌​ forever?》

“I‍ had to ponder‌​ for a long​‍⁠ time. My original⁠​ plan was to‍​‌ leave the city​​ after having it​‍​ repeat itself for‍‍ those 3 days.”⁠

That‍‍⁠ was exactly what‍‌​ she did, because‍‌ outside, we still‌‍ had my master​‍‌ and the Chairman‍ of Merkarva Academy,​ Erin Danua.

『Grim​‍ Reaper. Let’s make⁠ a contract.』

《…Why⁠⁠‌ do you wish‍ to walk the‍‍ arduous path all​​ the time, Queen?》‍‍‌

Despite​ the discouragement of‍ the Grim Reaper,‌​ she went through‍ with the contract.‌

The‌‍ Grim Reaper overlooks​‍⁠ the repetition of​‍ three days.

Every⁠​ time the ‘Immortal⁠ King Gerolge’ is⁠​⁠ defeated by ‘Erin​ Danua’, his memories​⁠ are to be​ rewound back by‌⁠⁠ 3 days.

‘Erin⁠⁠ Danua’ inside the⁠ repetition of 3 days is to​⁠​ be separated from​‌‌ the ‘Erin Danua’‌ that will be​ leaving the city.​​​

The‍‍ above contract will​⁠‌ last until ‘Erin‌​ Danua’ is no‌ longer able to​‌ kill Gerolge.

Like​‍ that, those three​ days started an‌ endless repetition.

Defeating‍ the Revenant Titan,‌‍​ Abyss Shrieker, and‍ the Wight King,​​ she had to​‌‍ kill Immortal King‍​ Gerolge on the‍⁠​ third night.

She‌⁠ had been repeating⁠‌ that 3-day story⁠‌‍ for 300 years.‌

“In​ fact, it was‍ starting to take‌ a toll on⁠‍ me. Ever since‍‌ it exceeded the‍‍ 20,000 mark, Gerolge​‍ slowly started to⁠​‌ realize the time⁠ loop.”

“…I​​ see.”

I did have some‍​‍ guesses but I wasn’t expecting such​ a backstory. To​‍ think that Gerolge​ was slowly starting‌‌⁠ to notice the‌ repetition…

“There​‍ was no need‌⁠ for you to‌‌⁠ know about this.”‍​‌

Crouching​ down on the‍‍‍ spot, she buried‍‌⁠ her head into‍‍ her knees, while⁠ murmuring that it‍⁠ would have been‍​‌ better if I didn’t know about‌ it.

She‌ was probably in‍​‍ the mindset that‍ she was the⁠ only one that​⁠‍ needed to know‍​‌ about her endless​​‌ fight where she‌​⁠ had to set‍ off to kill​ the Immortal King‌‍‌ tomorrow, in four‌​⁠ days’ time and‌ in a week’s‌ time.

“How⁠⁠‍ long were you⁠ going to repeat‌​ this stuff for?​⁠ How long can⁠ you even do​‍ this for? How‍​ much longer can​‍ your mind last,‌⁠‌ and for how‍ long do you‌‍ think you can‍​ continue killing Gerolge?”​

The​⁠⁠ most important condition‌​ in this contract​ was that she​‌‍ had to kill‍‌‍ Gerolge to rewind‍​‍ his memories to​​ the one he‌‌ had 3 days​‌ ago.

Even⁠‍ though Erin had​‍‌ the advantage in‍‌‍ terms of skill,‍ it wasn’t strange‍‌​ for her to‍⁠ make a mistake‍​‍ as a living‌‌‌ person. It wouldn’t⁠​‍ have been strange​ for her to‌‌‌ have failed already.‌‍

“For​​ as long as‍ possible.”

Her‌⁠ eyes were already‌​‍ looking beyond me,​ fixated at a place that I couldn’t see.

It​ was a helpless‌⁠‍ future. A repetition​ of 3 days‍​‍ for 300 years.‍‍‍ She had been‌ repeating it for‌ 300 years, which‍ was more than‌‍ enough time to​ make every other⁠‌⁠ person give up.‍

The⁠⁠⁠ only thing supporting⁠⁠ her was duty.​ Thinking and acting⁠ like a machine⁠​‍ was the only⁠ way she could‍‍​ support herself through⁠‍ those three days.‍

That‌ damn selflessness of⁠⁠​ hers.

I knew about her‍‌​ selfless and self-sacrificial⁠‌ mindset. I had‌‍ already experienced her‍ gladly putting her‍‌ life on the​ line to protect​⁠ children.

That⁠​ was the kind⁠ of person she‌‍ was. I respected‍⁠ her for it‌ but I couldn’t‍ accept it either.‍​

“Grim​‌ Reaper,” I said​ as the god‍⁠‍ of death turned‌‌ its flickering eyes‌‍ at me.

The​​⁠ Grim Reaper was⁠‌‍ a conceptual being⁠⁠‍ that followed the⁠‍‌ balance of causation⁠⁠ and circulation. Since‌‌ that was the⁠‍‍ case, it should​ definitely answer my‌​‌ call.

“W,‍ wait…!”

As⁠ if she realized‍‍​ what I was‍‍⁠ trying to do,​ Erin started dashing‌​ to me but⁠⁠⁠ it was already‍‌‌ too late.

“Let’s‌ make a contract.”​

A contract with the‍ Grim Reaper.

It⁠ was the only‍ way to save‍ Erin Danua from‍​‍ the time loop​​ of this city.⁠‍

And​⁠​ besides, it was​‍​ something I was​ going to do​ anyway.

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