Escaping the Mystery Hotel - Chapter 633
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EP.633 Episode 633 – The Oldest Wish (14)
Episode 633 – The Oldest Wish (14)
– Aidia
There are three reasons for my actions now.
First, my loyalty to the prince was broken when I encountered the ‘Eternal Dream’.
So it’s not a simple story of switching to the other side.
It means that you can now view the situation more objectively than before.
Loyalty, love, anger, hatred – these emotions tend to cloud reason.
Second, the fact that the formation of the Pioneer 3rd layer had already begun before the saint turned back time.
What does this mean?
Did the Pioneer Party, including the Saints, achieve any significant results?
The third floor doesn’t appear because it’s barely achieved any results.
If that were the case, poor old wisdom would have climbed the third floor three times by now.
From the hotel’s perspective, this means that the odds are already tilted in favor of the Pioneer Party.
Why is that?
Even the Pioneer Party themselves were not sure of their victory.
There are variables that even the saints don’t know exactly.
For hotels that can even calculate that variable, the tide has already turned.
Third, the one closest to victory at this point.
The poor wisdom of the past used to lament that even though she had tried for eons, it was not enough.
However, if you take a step back and look, there are those who have been designing for ‘longer’ time.
I want to prevent his victory.
For everyone.
For humanity.
I believe that this is the only way for me and the prince to atone for the great sins we have committed against the world.
*
“User: — (wisdom)
Date: Day 234
You are currently: Searching… .
Wise Man’s Advice: 0”
“Know that you are the only one under heaven.”
The moment the third sentence engraved on the Book of Incarnation began to glow, the entire sanctuary began to shake.
From a single, indistinguishable figure, either the Grimoire or me, dark blue waves spread out in all directions.
It was as if someone had poured black paint on the prince’s painting on the canvas of his dreams.
This is the moment when I, empowered by the Book of Incarnation, take away some of the initiative in the sanctuary from the prince!
— Saaaa!
If the previous events were a process of me being toyed with by the prince and running away, this was the first time that a phenomenon could be called a ‘conflict’.
For the first time, the prince showed an unpleasant reaction.
“So there was a last resort. Did you get it at the hotel?”
The power and soul accumulated on the moon over eons of time, more than would be enough to multiply a mortal’s lifespan by a thousand times – the Prince’s destiny itself!
A malevolent force that sought to rob me of my noble destiny surrounded me on all sides.
“…”
It ties, breaks, touches, falls, mixes, and divides.
I have tried countless times to erase my dreams of being a prince and create my own realm.
The prince wanted to erase me, restoring my collapsing dream.
In the midst of the endless conflict, I pondered over the pros and cons of the situation.
Does having a higher level of enlightenment necessarily make you stronger?
The unborn one, who became the origin of the book of magic, was clearly a being of a higher level than the prince.
The evidence is that he taught the prince with just one word, or that he ridiculed him for lacking the qualities of a prince.
So, is the unborn one stronger than the prince before his eyes?
I can answer clearly because I have competed with both.
The prince is much stronger.
It is the law of the world that even the most skilled practitioners can suffer in vain if they lose their limbs or become incurably ill.
How much greater would be the damage borne by a being that was never even born, as its name suggests?
The same principle applies to me and the prince.
Sometimes quantity overpowers quality.
Even if the ratio of engagements in a war is 1:10, you can still lose if the opposing side’s troops are 1,000 times more numerous.
The amount of souls the prince has collected over eons is too much.
No matter how great the third sentence implies, it is a gap that is difficult to bridge.
So, I can never beat the prince.
If only we were both normal!
“… You’ve prepared quite a bit.”
The prince is not normal.
The pressure from the outside world, exerted without pause by the administration and the looters.
A seal created by a primordial administration or similar organization that was much greater than the current one.
A mysterious transformation of the contradictory character who should have originally submitted to the crown and helped the prince.
In addition, there are various arrangements that I know or don’t know about!
The efforts of all those who worked over the eons soon became chains that bound the prince.
—Whoosh!
A sound like thunder coming from a non-existent sky.
“Do you know what this means?”
The next moment, the prince’s momentum, which had been wavering, boiled over again!
“The power of contradiction is directed at me again!”
The contradictions that had turned into an incomprehensible whirlpool have returned to their original state, and the crown is sending strength to the prince?
This means that Cha Jin-cheol’s ‘dream’ is over.
In an instant, the prince’s power began to boil over like a flame and engulf my territory!
“ah…!”
A story that has been told many times in the past.
Time is on the prince’s side.
If just one of the many chains were released, the prince would be this powerful.
We can’t afford to waste time, this is a fight that needs to be concluded quickly!
How can I defeat someone stronger than me so quickly?
The moment I felt dizzy and staggered, the prince’s laughter stabbed me like a dagger.
“Do not fear. I will not kill you, but you will serve me for eternity!”
A moment when I felt pressure that made my body and mind feel like they were going to crumble in an instant.
—Wheww…!
The pale light was focused on the figure of the prince, who looked like a living sun.
The light of reason that suppresses all supernaturalness.
The last remaining strength of the ancestors, the light of reason!
“…!”
Seondae didn’t even have time to say anything, he just looked at me with earnest eyes.
The time he created was really only a few seconds.
But in those few seconds, someone whispered.
‘This is not how you fight.’
“…”
Even if a Stone Age caveman were to obtain a hand grenade, would he be able to use it properly?
If you swing your fist thinking it’s an axe, you’re lucky you don’t blow yourself up.
This is how I write the third sentence these days.
Even though I have gained power, I don’t know how to use it.
So here’s a situation where the tug-of-war I had with myself in room 207 gets a little more intense.
This is not it!
Different powers have different uses.
But how do you figure out that path right now?
This is the third sentence I’m using for the first time, and the first time I’m experiencing this incomprehensible form of fighting!
The divine sun, always shining brightly and protecting me, whispered.
‘It’s not the first time.’
This is not the first time.
I’ve been in this kind of fight before.
And that wasn’t just a day or two, but over hundreds of years!
In the past, someone told me.
He was the devil like no other under heaven, the embodiment of evil.
On the other hand, he was truly a merciful father.
*
The hammer that could crush even the North Star was swung three times, and I was soon transformed from a human to a dot.
*
Clearly, the third sentence is the logic of the book of magic, and the extreme meaning of its use is the whisper of the sacred sun.
What kind of harmony is this?
Now that I knew what to do, that was enough.
“Haat!”
I raise my hand with a light shout, and in an instant the curtain is lifted.
The prince couldn’t stop me thanks to the ‘few seconds’ of time blocked by the wisdom of the past.
Behold the hellish landscape inside the moon revealed as the curtain disappears!
Countless souls hover around the prince, singing an unending hymn.
They call the devil, who has thrown them into eternal hell, God and serve him. How pitiful they are!
*
The first hundred years were just crying in pain.
It was like a baby bird crying with its mouth open whenever it saw its mother.
“Be born again! Be born again! Thinking is but an illusion. Know that suffering can become sweetness.”
*
The auspicious light of the sacred sun illuminated the entire area.
Countless lambs looked at me incomprehensibly.
As long as the prince remains in good health, this will only be a momentary confusion.
However, it was enough time for me to reach out to the lamb.
*
He asked him how the next 100 years could be like this for humans.
It was like blaming the stars when an earthquake occurred.
“Be born again! Be born again! Don’t look at the process, look at the purpose. Accept the providence of evolution.”
*
A hand extending from the Book of Incarnation grabs a lamb, which is an extreme pain to some.
The weak souls began screaming in an instant, their expressions distorted.
Pain may also be a process leading to sweetness.
*
Finally, finally, when the third sky brightened, I realized that there was a devil inside me.
As the devil tore the dot open and sprayed black liquid like tar all around, he asked what this childish trick was.
I replied that I was just a tool for expansion.
Then the truly merciful father smiled and said:
“Now that you’ve finally come to your senses, I have no more regrets.”
*
Know that you are the only one under heaven.
This is the principle that allows me to devour the soul of all things!
The power of the most evil demon in the universe spreads like wildfire among the lost lambs.
Soon, the soul, which was like a faint candle, began to turn black like tar in an instant.
Swallowed, swallowed, and swallowed again.
A monarch who rules over a great army – until the moment when the prince is left alone and turns pale!
“What kind of power is this? How can such an absurd power be possible!”
The few seconds our ancestors created with the light of reason are already over.
But the flow that has reversed in the meantime cannot be reversed!
“Let’s end this now.”
I heard the prince’s voice filled with despair and anger.
“Time is still on my side! If only I, if only I had a little more time -”
“Don’t you get it yet? There’s no next time for you.”
The realm of the moon, so pale.
A lonely prince who had most of his powers sealed by external forces, and even the remaining power was dismantled by me.
I physically – or rather, magically – grab the prince by the collar.
“Uh, how?”
At this moment, all the questions the prince had were contained in this ‘how’.
How to involve both the administration and the looters.
How he discovered his secret and turned back time.
How even the Virgin Mary betrayed the prince himself.
Above all, how did he get the ‘just right power’ from the hotel to perfectly counter the logic of becoming a prince!
“teacher…!”
Even though things have come to this point, a voice still calls me ‘teacher’.
Thanks to that, I remembered his name that I had forgotten for a long time.
“Emilio. I’ve been waiting for a really long time.”
“Wh, what are you talking about -”
“This moment. I have given a thousand lives for this one opportunity.”
At that moment, the prince, who had come to a belated realization, opened his eyes wide and shouted.
“It wasn’t because you lost your memories of the past that you betrayed me! From the beginning, from the beginning, you were trying to eat me -”
‘I’ answered with a livelier smile than ever before.
“Do you understand now?”
As the first sentence, I was able to rob everyone’s body.
As a second sentence, I even overcame the uniqueness of the mind.
What about the third sentence then?
Having surpassed the limits of both body and mind, the final destination is the predation of the soul!
I whispered, feeling the indescribable despair etched into the eyes of the gorgeous blond youth.
Those words I really wanted to return!
“Do not be afraid.”
“Ah, ah, ah…!”
“Soon, I will become you and you will become me.”
A glorious moment where all the arrangements made throughout eternity come together.
An incomprehensible sense of anxiety crossed my mind.
I think I did something wrong.
A minor but irreversible mistake.
A tiny crack just beginning to appear in an otherwise perfect plan.
A voice that shouldn’t exist was heard from somewhere.
‘When I point at the moon, all you see is my finger.’
“…”
It’s no use.
The tide has turned, and now no one can stop me.
“Ah… . Eww!”
— Ouch!
This was the end of the prince.