Escaping the Mystery Hotel - Chapter 628
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EP.628 Episode 628 – The Oldest Wish (9)
Episode 628 – The Oldest Wish (9)
“User: Han Ga-in (Jihye)
Date: Day 234
You are currently: Searching… .
Wise Man’s Advice: 0”
– Han Ga-in
— Gooooooo…!
I heard a roar that shook the ocean.
The next moment, the Virgin Mary collapsed again, spitting out the mineral from her mouth.
“Ahhh! That, that dream -”
Another persona of the moon is reconstructing this space.
If Eunsol was here, she would have played the flute next to the Virgin Mary!
No, even if I write it, will it be meaningful?
There is no way that someone like the Virgin Mary could resist when the opponent is a great being.
‘That’s right. I can’t stop a monster like that with my abilities.’
Owl’s advice.
If it was such a perfect pattern, why didn’t the moon use it until it got to this point?
The other persona of the moon is not the prince’s subordinate or attendant.
In a way, it is close to the limit and nemesis that the prince is trying to overcome.
Let’s interpret the advice in this context.
Doesn’t that mean we should deal with it rather than fight it?
‘That’s ridiculous! A trade can only be made when both parties can give and receive, so what can we give them?’
‘… What is this phenomenon?’
I turned back, feeling a strong sense of alienation.
Seongmo, Seondae Jihye, and Jincheol Hyung, who realized something too late, also looked at each other.
Are we sharing the same thoughts?
‘I think so!’
‘It is a strange phenomenon created by the dreams of a great man.’
“Look, look over there! Something is coming!”
When the voice was heard, everyone’s eyes automatically turned to Miro.
The only girl in this area who can’t hear!
Is this also an immutable force?
They say that ice doesn’t melt even in lava, so it’s truly a great blessing.
‘It’s coming! It’s a huge, nightmarish entity…!’
A dream of the moon where imagination and reality are mixed.
Going one step further, this being has mixed up my imagination and others’ imaginations!
Another personality of the moon is approaching.
He was like a living, breathing storm, an active volcano.
A spirit that boils like foam.
Innumerable minds repeat life and death, formation and annihilation, at every moment.
“The enemy of the moon.”
“No, he is the prince’s enemy.”
“He is the prince’s teacher.”
“Praise the liberator of all.”
“Burn the fallen saint.”
“I’m a researcher.”
“He doesn’t even know who he is.”
I heard all these voices at once, and at the same time I felt no sound.
A million minds wanted to talk to me, and another million wanted to burn me at the prince’s command.
Impulses that cannot coexist.
A will that cannot be achieved at the same time, but cannot reject anything.
A being truly full of contradictions!
At that moment, I understood why the prince did not usually use this being as a weapon.
‘The never-ending cycle of birth, death, and death is its true nature! It is truly like a microcosm!’
microcosm?
This is the thinking of the previous generations.
That makes sense, but you could look at it another way.
Some people saw the moon as a mentally ill god.
In that context, the reality of that is mental illness itself!
He declared to everyone.
“Call me a contradiction.”
In the next moment, the turbid and wavering spirit of contradiction sank under one great current.
To clear the confusion so we can talk to each other.
For the contradiction, this is only a moment of calm.
“You think I’m crazy. But the prince is just as capricious.”
The prince’s whim?
“Just a short while ago, they called you a saint and considered you their most trusted confidant, but now they consider you the world’s greatest enemy.”
Just a short while ago, you called me a saint and considered me your confidant?
This was before I used One More Chance!
“He is truly as fickle as a boy.”
An attitude that treats the ruler of the moon, the prince, as if he were a foolish being.
My interpretation of the owl’s advice was correct.
The interests of the contradictory are different from those of the prince!
“That’s right. I’m not a prince.”
I calmed my seething mind and thought of one clear thought.
So then, what contradiction do you wish for?
“I seek wisdom from you, just as the princes of old did!”
Like the princes of the past?
At this point it was clear.
Contradiction remembers what happened before using One More Chance!
Do you remember it perfectly?
I don’t think so.
It’s like a blurry dream, with only vague memories of the events.
It’s not that outrageous.
As I’ve experienced countless times in hotels, once you become a prisoner, you can ignore even the hotel’s initialization and maintain your sense of self.
Also, didn’t the Demon King of No. 206 also resist the Time Ruler, the original of One More Chance?
It wouldn’t be completely impossible for a moon so close to the prisoner’s territory.
“You really are a thoughtful person.”
sorry.
What can I tell you?
How can you allow me to go to the prince?
“Look.”
Soon, something shining white began to appear.
‘What is this?’
‘A giant chain?’
‘Contradiction! These chains bind you.’
As the old saying goes, something like chains was binding the contradictions.
“What is this?”
The contradiction is the split spirit of the second stage soul group.
The power to strangle and control that divided mind.
crown!
“Indeed, you recognized it right away.”
I can feel the pressure the crown puts on the contradiction.
To be precise, the contradiction allowed us to feel the presence of the crown.
Every moment, every minute, every second – the control of the crown that never stops for a single moment.
I also felt a sense of discomfort towards the crown that was perceived as contradictory.
“What did you think?”
I think the prince is the first born royalty of civilization.
Although he is of great birth, he is ultimately a lowly being born as a mortal.
“Huh?”
What about you, on the other hand?
A being awakened in the midst of a chaotic whirlpool filled with infinite souls!
He was a great man from birth, and cannot be compared to a prince born in lowliness.
You are truly a noble destiny.
“Haha! Is this a trick to start a fight between me and the prince?”
Did you get teased?
“very!”
Did you enjoy listening?
“Haha! Not bad.”
—Whoosh!
I heard thunder.
I felt a fierce will like a storm spewing out contradictions!
Loyalty to follow the prince’s orders.
The decision that the fallen saint must be killed.
The aversion to the idea of ??a mortal being trying to suppress oneself with a crown.
The belief that the prince is one’s origin and one with whom one will eventually become one.
Hostility towards the prince.
Love for the prince.
Impulses that cannot coexist.
A mind full of contradictions!
At a point where I was feeling dizzy and reeling, the contradiction calmed the storm again and conveyed its will.
“Do you understand the principles of the crown?”
What is the reason for the crown?
The other person is not asking me because he doesn’t know about the crown.
It’s a kind of test.
If you are really wise, you can figure this out in just one look.
In the silence, everyone’s eyes were turned to the chain.
‘The crown is a supreme treasure created by the ancient civilization! How can one immediately understand the nature of such a great object?’
The words of wisdom from our ancestors are extremely logical.
No matter how wise a person may be, there is no way he could understand the principle of something as sublime as a crown the moment he sees it!
however….
Strangely enough, I felt like I knew.
Has my mind reached a higher realm than usual?
Perhaps, I am being continuously stimulated by the place called the moon and memories from the past are coming back to me.
“Speak.”
I think the meaning of a crown is contained in the very meaning of a crown worn by a king.
A king is someone who sits on a throne, a position higher than ordinary people.
Just because they are voices doesn’t mean they are all the same.
The agitator standing on the podium may be only one person, but his voice can reach across the entire square and sway the hearts of as many as ten million people.
How much more powerful will be the voice of the one sitting on the throne?
Why does this phenomenon occur?
Some people analyze it from an evolutionary perspective and say this.
Humans have an instinct to accept without question the voice of someone higher than themselves.
As children, it was advantageous for survival to unquestioningly follow the words of our parents coming from above.
I don’t know if this is true, but it is true that humans have this kind of nature.
“I am not a human being.”
You are not human.
But the soul that makes you up is ultimately that of a human being.
You are the collection of souls who have bowed their heads to the voice from on high since childhood.
The crown binds you in this way.
It is not about controlling the entirety of you, a collection of a hundred billion souls, by force.
Each and every weak soul bows its head to the high voice coming from the throne.
This just happened over and over again.
“…”
When the explanation was over, the contradiction began to stir like a living whirlpool.
The explanation I just gave, and the contradictions, are all already known.
It’s not that I asked because I didn’t know, but I thought that if I could figure out this much, I could answer the real question of the contradiction.
So the real question that the contradiction poses is:
“I want to ask you for an answer….”
Please speak.
“What do I wish for?”
What are you talking about?
‘The question doesn’t seem like a question, so what answer do you want me to give -‘
Again, the will of contradiction, seething like a storm, spread out in all directions.
Split mind.
Small spirits that constantly repeat creation and destruction.
Impulses radiating in all directions.
Conflicting goals.
Split desires.
I want to spit out the water while drinking it.
I want to walk forward and backward at the same time.
I want to stay awake while sleeping, and I want to have life and death together.
What the heck is this –
“What do I wish for?”
‘He’s a god, he’s a madman, he’s crazy!’
Seniors!
Don’t curse carelessly because I can hear it all just by thinking about it!
‘Thoughts just pop up, what can I do?’
I honestly understand my ancestors’ feelings.
Even though this world is truly baseless, how can someone this crazy call themselves a god?
It’s dizzying.
There isn’t much time left!
We must quickly escape this crazy god and get to the sanctuary!
“If you give me a satisfactory answer, I’ll gladly let you go.”
The point where I feel like I’m going crazy.
‘Does the answer have to be given by Ga-in – the researcher?’
I heard Jincheol hyung’s voice – no, his will.
“It doesn’t matter who you are. That’s why I invited you all here.”
‘I’ll give you a very easy answer. No, see for yourself!’
I saw an amorphous fluid writhing like fog on the hand of my brother who was speaking calmly.
The last, tenth dream shines.
The brush of the one who sheds tears for the three thousand worlds added ‘Cha Jin-cheol’.