The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 65



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Episode 65

“single?”

“No. I was married. I had two kids.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m forty. I had a hard time conceiving, but I finally got pregnant. He was so cute I couldn’t even care less about him. His names were Ricky and Jack. Didn’t they sound good?”

Winte said after taking a sip of coffee.

“What are your childhood memories?”

“I remember most of it. The scenery of the village, the people who lived there, the kids I used to play with. Everything.”

When I close my eyes, everything comes back to me clearly.

As I look back on the past, there comes a point where my mind is divided into two.

Me, reminiscing about my experiences in the bizarre world on the roof of the dormitory. And me, now a father of two children.

The two of them, clearly aware of each other, begin to talk about the past as if they were having a conversation.

Then, ‘another Quilbian’ from another world joins in and opens his mouth, and hundreds or thousands of Quilbians start chatting in your head.

It was just like a bustling market street, but for some reason it didn’t feel chaotic.

Thousands of leaves on a tree sway in different directions, but they all ultimately derive from one large trunk.

They lead very different lives, but their essence is the same, so there is no confusion. This was Quilbian’s tentative conclusion.

“There are some overlaps, but there are also many differences. It’s hard to find a pattern.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

As for ‘that place’, Winte was of no help either.

You can’t talk about something you don’t know. That was what Winte said, quoting someone’s sentence.

“When I come back here, I’m not confused, but when I’m there, I’m quite worried. I’m worried that I won’t remember who I was, and that I’ll have to keep living here if I don’t come to my senses.”

“It won’t be a problem. You can just live where you move.”

“You still talk so easily about other people’s business.”

“Because it’s none of my business, like you said.”

“Then you’ll get punished. People need to speak nicely.”

“Shit.”

Quilbian looked at Winte with his eyes wide open. Was that a curse coming out of his mouth just now?

“why?”

“It’s strange that someone who never swears normally suddenly does so.”

“Because I’ve been with you for quite some time. Even though it’s a long time, by human standards.”

“So you’re saying you got it on me?”

Winte just smiled instead of answering.

“Well, it’s not just Winte who has changed.”

The body was stuck in the realm of the supernatural, but the spirit traveled around all worlds.

One day, I came to my senses in the body of a child who couldn’t control his bowels, and another day, I came to my senses in the body of a gentleman who had lost his child.

We meet and break up.

Even though it wasn’t my original life, the sensations and emotions I experienced there were completely absorbed into Quilbian here.

It’s not very pleasant to repeat life endlessly.

Joy is the shadow of sorrow, and vice versa. The two come one after another, like the seasons in cycles.

If all memories were remembered equally, there would be no complaints, but the brain records phenomena in a biased way.

It can’t be helped.

Because humans are animals.

Animals must avoid danger, and danger is often closely associated with sadness.

As it repeats, the beautiful scenery recedes into the background, and the gift box of memory is filled with bitter information that is provocative, dangerous, and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Quilbian stretched out his legs and took a sip of his coffee.

“I’m glad I’m crazy.”

“what?”

“If I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have been able to endure it. Right now, all sorts of heinous incidents and accidents are going through my head. If a person were to continue to live ruminating on this, they would go crazy, but as you know, I’m already broken.”

Quilbian offered his glass to Twella, who was sitting next to him on his left. Twella smiled and clinked her glass.

braided.

“What will you talk about today?”

“It’s about goblins.”

“Aha, I stopped doing it last time.”

When you say last time, it seems like it was recently, but when I think back, it seems like it was about 10 years ago.

What on earth is time?

He’s a guy you don’t know even though you know him.

“Type and karma. And type and fate.”

“I told you once before, didn’t I? Oh, and Geron said that. He said he was going to find my brother and that he might know about the karma. Geron, do you remember?”

“Remember. He was quite a clever creature. It’s a shame he died.”

“Did you try to catch it and dissect it?”

“It’s not worth that much.”

Winte looked up at the sky. The sun, which had been moving slowly, began to pick up speed, and soon day and night changed in the blink of an eye.

“I feel dizzy.”

He said, looking at the blinking sky.

“Because there is no proper name for them, we use the name ‘Goblin’ that has been passed down among humans, but those born here are not the goblins you know.”

“That’s right. Even the great gods said that it was an event that they could not have predicted.”

The sky, which had been changing rapidly, suddenly became pitch-black. It was difficult to even see one’s own fingers with the naked eye.

The light has gone out.

“All intelligent beings out there, all living things touched by the breath of the Designer, have form and life.”

“What is your brother and what is your name? I’ve heard about your name before, but it’s so vague.”

“You could say that the form is the basic structure that the designer created. The origin of the human race, the origin of the Tarin race, the origin of the Barara race. The origin of all other species, those things can be called forms.”

“My distant ancestor, something like that?”

“In simple terms, yes, that would be true.”

“What is your name?”

A white dot appeared in the black sky.

From the point, one stem extends out, and from that stem another stem separates.

Before I knew it, the sky was filled with white streaks.

“The name is something that the designer put into the form. Prosperity, love, cooperation. Or jealousy, hatred, contempt. The additional things necessary to run the world are contained in the name.”

“Is it something like knowledge?”

“A priori knowledge can also be seen as a part of the name. And deep within the name, there is another intention of the designer hidden.”

Quilbian said, looking at the white shining sky.

“Didn’t you say this last time? God wants us to be completely independent.”

“That’s right.”

“That intention must have something to do with independence, right?”

“It’s up to you to figure that out. I don’t have a command in the first place. I’m just someone who enjoys the world you’ve created, and I have neither the will nor the ability to create it.”

“You have that kind of power, but you have no abilities?”

Quilbian pointed to the sky and said. The white stems that spread out in all directions like the roots of a giant tree gathered again into one point and disappeared.

“You can intervene for a certain amount of fun and convenience. You can make bolder choices for coffee. But the world is yours. That’s a clear fact.”

“God must love us very much.”

“How many creators do not love their creations?”

Quillvian looked down at his cold coffee.

“When I listen to Winte, that designer… … seems more humane than I am.”

“Just because he’s a god doesn’t mean he’s perfect.”

“Are you a newbie?”

“If he were truly perfect, he would have no reason to exist. He is… … just a lonely being from a faraway place. He just happens to be very dexterous.”

“Is God still listening to our conversation?”

“maybe.”

“If I swear, I’ll get struck by lightning, right?”

“Try it. I’m curious about that too.”

“I’ll try it before I die.”

Hurrep, I drank the cold coffee in one gulp.

“I understand that the various species outside have inherited the name and form. Then what are the forms and karma that Geron spoke of?”

“What exactly did Geron say?”

Quilbian searched his memory and then said.

“I’m looking for my brother, and I think he knows about karma,” he said.

“What a truly capable individual.”

Winte lifted his chin.

This time a red dot appeared in the black sky.

“The realm of the two sides is a realm that deviates from God’s design. It is structurally misaligned, so nothing should be born within it. But it was born.”

From the red dot, stems stretched out like before. The sky was soon covered with red roots.

“Those born without regard to the will of God. They wandered through the realm of the two sides and met you.”

There is a white dot next to the red root.

The red stem carefully touched the white dot, then soon wrapped itself around it.

“They consumed your brothers and made them their own. That’s why the aliens called goblins resemble animals, plants, and various other species from your world.”

I laughed bitterly as I thought of the countless goblins in human form.

“I understand, brother. What about the business? I don’t think that has anything to do with us.”

“They took the form, but not the name. The form was a structure, so they could understand and take it away, but the name contained the divine intention, so they could not absorb it. They only had the form, and no name.”

The red branches that dominated the sky began to dance.

“That’s how it happened.”

Blue spots appeared between the red roots.

“Those who are not satisfied with just your brother. At the same time, those who have read the destiny you hold. Perhaps they were the first to ask themselves this question.”

Winte continued in a low voice.

“Why were we born?”

Quilbian thought of the goblins. Not the intelligent goblins he had met in the dorms, but the thousands and tens of thousands of instinct-based goblins he had caught so far.

There is only a brother and no name.

Beings who repeat the act of eating endlessly.

“If I were that kind of goblin, I would feel like shit. I would be like, ‘What the hell am I?’”

Winte nodded.

“They didn’t completely take away the name, but they were the first to know the knowledge contained within the name. They explored. What makes those out there different from us?”

“Have the goblins found the answer?”

“Should I say I found it or should I say it was revealed?”

Winte’s eyes became thinner.

“The first ones realized karma instead of fate. Those who were born on their own discovered the reason for their birth.”

The sky was split in half.

On the left are red roots, and on the right are white roots.

There was a deep furrow in the middle that neither recognized nor could invade the other, but at some point the red roots penetrated the white roots.

“Subject. A substitute for nothingness. They long for your world. After being incorporated into the world, they are completely replaced and become the master.”

“… … It’s impossible to escape the realm of the two-faced.”

“impossibility?”

Winte was smiling.

“It’s not impossible, as long as there are exceptions. And you, more than anything, are getting closer to being that exception.”

“So what Winte is saying is that all the goblins in the realm of the two sides will cross over and kill us?”

Quilbian looked out at the blue forest stretching beyond the rooftop.

“But I took care of all the goblins here. I killed them all very cleanly.”

“It must be like that here.”

“This place is… … .”

“The realm of the two sides is not a place. It is a concept. It is a crack that is not a phase that the eyes of God can see. It is a strange place that was born there.”

There was a thud. Winte put his glass down on the saucer.

The sky, which had been tangled in red and white, regained its blue color.

Even the sun that had disappeared proudly decorated the sky.

“No one knows when the erosion will begin, but one thing is certain: it will happen eventually.”

(Continued in next episode)