Escaping the Mystery Hotel - Chapter 614
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EP.614 Episode 614 – The Stolen World (29)
Episode 614 – The Stolen World (29)
– 5 seconds ago, Ghost Story Maze
What is happening to me now?
Let’s take a slow look back.
Even though Eunsol used the flute of peace, nothing changed.
As I watched the situation unfold behind the young Miro’s consciousness, I realized that in order for the flute to be effective, a hole had to be made in the ‘frame’.
After a long time, I regained my body and pierced the curtain with the spear of mortality.
A strange phenomenon started right after!
The first thing I realized was stillness.
It’s like someone pressed the pause button on the video called the world.
I stabbed the air with the mortal spear.
Eunsol Lee playing the flute.
The Virgin Mary in battle stance.
The three people stood frozen like stone in a frozen world.
I couldn’t move a single finger or a single strand of hair.
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At a point where it felt like 3 hours had passed.
I saw the Virgin Mary aiming at the silver pine with her fingertips and shooting an unidentifiable purple flash.
Why are you targeting Eunsol instead of me?
I guess you’re thinking of taking down weaker opponents first!
It was a significant crisis, but it didn’t feel like a crisis.
Because the flash was slow.
It’s called a ‘flash’ because it emits light, but it moves at a speed like a slowly moving balloon.
It seems like an unknown harmony has stopped everything, but the time machine can be used without lifting a finger.
I laughed inwardly and summoned Eunsol back.
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At a point where it felt like 12 hours had passed.
The purple flash had now moved to somewhere between the Virgin Mary and Eunsol, and Eunsol was still standing there, unharmed, in the corner of my vision.
Why did the reverse summoning fail?
There’s no way the time machine would refuse my command, right?
It was only at this point that I understood.
It’s not that my body is stiff, but that time around me has slowed down.
Or perhaps it’s just that the time it takes to think has gotten incredibly faster.
In reality, the purple flash would be moving at an incredible speed, not quite the speed of light, but incomparable to the speed of sound.
So even when the whole world stops, it appears to be moving at the speed of a slow balloon.
The same goes for renting time.
The needle is still moving normally according to my commands.
It’s just that the movement feels very slow to me now.
I can’t turn my head so I can’t check, but I think the needle moved maybe 0.01mm?
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The point at which a day feels like it has passed.
Unfortunately, the speed of the flash was faster than the movement of the time machine’s needle.
It is said that a flash of light occurred before Eunsol was summoned.
The flash passed through Eunsol’s head very ‘slowly’.
The moment Eunsol’s head disappeared, he was truly grateful to the Virgin Mary.
Because of the ‘thanks’ to the head being aimed at, Eunsol’s suffering ended in less than 30 seconds.
What if an arm or leg was cut off for threatening purposes?
I don’t even want to imagine it.
‘I’ don’t really think of anyone other than Ari as a colleague, but I do have some human sympathy.
How far has the needle moved now? 0.1mm?
There is still no ‘click’ sound from the time rental machine.
I’m starting to feel a little jealous of the dead.
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I don’t know how much time has passed.
Suddenly this thought occurred to me.
Why can’t the unchanging power protect me?
Let’s think about what happened in Issue 206, ‘The Demon King Awakens After 100 Days’.
At that time, the ‘young me’ was able to move, ignoring the time delay in the depths of paradise.
Immutability means that it can resist time delay.
But why can’t you resist now?
Luckily, I had a lot of time, so I figured out the answer after some thought.
First, what I am experiencing now is not time delay.
If time really slowed down, the time delay shouldn’t be noticeable to anyone except an outside observer.
Because as the world slows down, so too must our thoughts.
The world has stopped now, but the speed of thought is normal, so it’s something completely different from time delay.
It is a more terrible and evil phenomenon.
Second, the immutable still resists.
I was under the illusion that the time machine was ignoring my commands.
It’s not that the orders were being ignored, the needle was just moving incredibly slowly.
It’s the same context.
The immutable is still resisting, and this is the extent of its resistance.
That means, Aidia is probably experiencing much more severe symptoms than I am.
I am trapped in eternal hell.
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It’s painful.
I want to die.
Please, anyone, kill me.
I envy Eunsol who escaped this suffering through death.
I envy everyone who doesn’t have to go through this pain.
Endless anger welled up.
I wanted to tear apart and kill Songi, who was trying to reveal the truth.
What? You want to know the truth about the moon from various perspectives?
If I had actually experienced this phenomenon, I would have stood still and gone crazy in a second.
At best, I only got the feeling that ‘something weird is happening’!
I wanted to burn alive the person who brought me to this hell.
He always brags about how great he is with his insight!
If you are a leader, how can you let this happen to your colleagues?
There is more trash than those who remain silent…!
That’s not all.
I still felt hatred towards Ari for not being able to save me.
I still felt disgusted with Mukseong who hadn’t used his One More Chance yet.
still –
I know the truth.
Who knew that such a hell would be waiting for us outside the realm of dreams?
It’s not Songi’s fault, nor is it Gain’s fault.
Arianna’s absence from this place is even more of a liability.
I also found out.
I will hold grudges against others for untold years, even though I know it is pointless anger.
I will repeat the cycle of resentment, realization of meaninglessness, despair, and lamentation.
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My vision darkened.
It’s nothing special, people naturally close and open their eyes periodically, but now it’s just the right time to close them.
I guess we’ll be in the dark for the next few months.
Thanks to that, my senses became more sensitive and I developed a strange talent.
The ability to feel the subtle movements of the needle without looking at the time machine.
I can feel the subtle movement of the needle.
Songi in the morning.
Eunsol at noon.
Ari in the evening.
Cain at midnight.
The needle that had passed through Songi and arrived at Eunsol moved towards Ari.
If about 30 times the amount of time I’ve spent so far passes, I’ll be able to summon Ari.
I want to die.
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An epiphany that came naturally to me because I had so much time to think.
For example, something like this.
Could the same thing happen in other arks?
Will every soul caught on the ark go through this process?
no.
Ari, who knows a lot about the ark, never mentioned this phenomenon.
It is a characteristic of the moon.
Because the moon is something different from other arks.
Why would you do something like this?
Why do you inflict such a horrible hell on the souls you have swallowed?
Simple torture?
A manifestation of cruel nature?
Because they are sadistic beings?
no.
The moon has a clear purpose.
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A story about eternity.
Far to the north, in a land called Svitjord, there is a rock.
It’s a rock 100 miles high and 100 miles wide.
Once every thousand years, a small bird comes to this rock and sharpens its beak.
And then, when the rock has completely worn away, one second of eternity has passed.
It is said that the sand grains on the beach were originally part of a huge crust or mantle.
Grains of sand were created after waves crashed over eons of time continuously eroded the rocks.
Mountains have character and uniqueness, but grains of sand do not.
All grains of sand are equal.
Eternity is the process of turning a mountain into a grain of sand.
iced coffee….
I understand.
The reason the moon created eternal hell was to ‘purify’ the souls it had swallowed.
It is a process of returning the soul, which has been imprinted with the individuality of life, to its original state.
I am forgetting myself.
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Information about myself that I remember.
As a child, he was attacked by a monster that resembled Santa Claus and was rescued by the administration.
While working as an agent, I noticed that many of the Silent Ones were corrupt and decided to sweep away the upper echelons of the Administration Bureau.
I tried to climb up to the hotel with that mindset but failed.
However, the arrangement called ‘Ari’ worked out well and I got the next opportunity.
Even so, the ‘one hour’ left in the time zone was all I had… .
With the help of the great one, ‘the practitioner’, who was crouching in room 207, I was able to escape the time constraints.
Afterwards, after uncovering the secrets of reality, we arrived inside the moon.
Is this really true?
Or does it make sense?
From some point on, specific memories become blurry and I can’t remember them well.
Even shocking information that I thought I would never forget remained only as a blurry afterimage.
Maybe all this information is just a delusion I came up with.
I never escaped from the hotel, and I still have nightmares about being trapped in that ice hell.
Could it be that the memory of being trapped in an ice hell is just a delusion?
Then what am I?
What kind of being am I who suffers?
Maybe even the thought of pain is an illusion.
I am originally a still being in a photograph, but due to a paranormal phenomenon, I gained the ability to think.
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I thought about it countless times in that one second that never ends.
Let’s return the initiative of consciousness to the young Miro.
Young Miro also has a vague sense of what is happening now, but it is literally only vague.
Unlike me, who feels the full pain of eternity, it probably feels like a bizarre dream.
I wanted to wake up the little maze and go back to sleep.
So I wanted to escape from the eternal suffering.
But I also thought.
Even I, who has a long career as an agent and has even experienced hotel hell, find this painful… .
Can young Miro endure the eternal dream?
This despair, which has reached its limit even for the immutable, is something that a young child like me cannot endure.
Like many souls the moon has swallowed so far, you will lose your sense of self in an instant and will not be able to properly remember who you are.
You must not forget.
The only ‘real’ one is the young Miro.
I am a ghost possessed by a body called Miro, a mere ghostly phenomenon.
I have to endure it.
Even if I have to go crazy, I must go crazy; even if I have to turn to ash, I must turn to ash.
Only then will ‘we’ have the next chance.
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As my thoughts reached this point, I heard the whispers of someone I thought I would never hear again.
“Once I saw you, all that was left was a dark and murky fate.”
performer?
“I have been thinking. Sending you away or giving you eternal rest. What is salvation?”
Is this just a hallucination created by me in my despair?
“Child, if you wish, I will give you rest even now.”
Or is it an arrangement left by a practitioner who clumsily reads the distant future?
I thought as my consciousness dispersed like bubbles.
Rest, what a sweet temptation.
I’ve already shouted countless times that I want to die.
Do you really want to die?
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I am not a good person.
Sacrificing cattle for the sake of the generation is a daily occurrence, and he is a murderer who is no less than any other murderer in history.
I am a failure.
He is a loser who can’t even properly command 10 ordinary people in the deep sea hotel.
She is self-righteous, foolish, and worse than a wish-fulfilling daughter.
They’re not even human anymore.
It’s a ghost story, a phenomenon, and a chaos.
He is just a ghost parasitizing the young Miro.
but.
It’s not a being that dies easily.
At least I won’t accept my end just yet.
I can’t disappear like this when I couldn’t even put the window in properly!
That’s why I was able to answer the performer.
‘There is no need for rest!’
Pain is existence itself.
I am in pain.
That’s why I exist.
At that moment, I felt someone’s smile.
“Indeed, you are my work of art. A fake that is better than the original.”
I saw the invisible hand.
It’s a contradictory expression, but I couldn’t find any better words.
That hand grabbed the needle that had been moving leisurely between noon and evening and forced it to move!
— Clank!
Finally, the time machine’s needle reached ‘Ari of the Evening’.
I felt sorry for my daughter who was about to appear.
I felt sorry for her, knowing that she must have suffered for a ‘very long time’.
Another eternal second passed.
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The spatial isolation of the ‘Isomorphic Polyhedron’ sealed the gap pierced by the mortal spear.
This meant the end of all suffering.
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The five seconds that were longer than a lifetime have ended.