ReLife Player

Relife Player 901(b)

[Chapter 223]

[Miracle (5)]

Fairy Lim Ga-eul has a few people who work hard to change the world.

Among the people Eunha knew, there were two people who fried the most.

Han Chang-jin and Yoo Do-jun.

On this day, Yoo Do-jun came to play after a long time.

hey i’m really dying It must have sounded like that because he wasn’t dead yet.

…Crazy. You’re not saying that to your clanmates, are you? After rolling the kids to death, such a cow…

they say that. And I roll more. When the fairy saw it again, it was a fairy. devilish guy

Yoo Do-jun was very thin.

This is because the fairy gave instructions to correctly organize the complicated financial relationships of the people.

He let out a sigh as if his teeth were shaking just thinking about it.

Then he changed the subject.

But it was true that Yoo-jung opened her eyes. Because of that rumor, there was a lot of buzz in and out of the political and business world, but I can’t believe it was true. I guess so.

A little while ago, Yoo Do-Jun exchanged greetings with the people in the Clan Hall.

After saying hello to people he knew after a long time, he was surprised to see Lee Yu-jeong.

Then, like other people, Yoo Do-jun said that it was really good and gave her a good word.

Do you think it’s good to see Yoojung? Or is it because you have kids? your face looks good

every day is happy Do you even know how to say that now? You have changed a lot too. is it? yes dude You’ve changed a lot since you had kids. how did it change? Hmm, should I say that I became like a person? Is it a curse or a compliment? It’s a compliment because he’s become like a human. Hey, if you were like before… how was it?

It was like the devil. At least the fortress has become a demon like an angel.

It was an insignificant sound.

Eunha laughed at Yoo Do-jun’s words.

However, Eunha also agreed with what he said.

A lot has changed since I met wives, married them, started a family, and had children.

In particular, the character of Eunha has changed.

Do I have to say that I am emotionally rich? Before, I felt like I was forced to make an impression, but looking at it now….

Looking at it now? why what why

you have a good laugh without worries.

Actually, all my worries are gone.

Eunha nodded.

I was able to put down the burden on my heart as I was able to treat Lee Yu-jeong’s eyes.

Now, all he was worried about were very trivial and humble things.

Will the children grow up well?

Clan members won’t get hurt.

Will your family be healthy?

Not to make the wives cry, etc.

The hero praised by the people was now becoming an ordinary person.

Of course, there was still one concern related to the past.

It was then.

Boooung,

the smartphone vibrated.

A phone call came in.

Eun-ha checked twenty-five’s phone and stood up.

Because I thought it was something related to darkness.

hello? oh it’s me

[It is said that only one witch came out after entering the red dungeon. The rest seems to be dead.]

It was a request from Eunha a few days ago.

Eun-ha frowned as she listened to twenty-five’s call.

The four witches who entered the dungeon left the dungeon alone.

It could be assumed that they were slaughtering each other.

But why?

It was a strange thing.

To dare to cross over from a distant country and kill each other in a dungeon.

Twenty-five then denied his guess.

[It is said that the witch who came out alone did not change much. There were no visible corpses in the red dungeon.]

What does that mean? Didn’t the witches fight among themselves, but a ritual, so that only one person remained?

What happened in the red dungeon?

Unfortunately, Twenty-five said that he did not know that far.

The witches were so wary that they couldn’t get close.

The problem was different.

[The witch who came out of the red dungeon just contacted the < Witch of Time >.]

…Thank you.

And the two of them found the red dungeon.

Eunha hung up the phone.

It seemed that something he was worried about had happened.

You can’t underestimate the witch’s power.

You’d better take some clanmates with you just in case.

He decided to organize a small party with the clan members currently in the hall.

Are you going to meet Pme unnie? Please take me too! I have class with my sister today, but she didn’t come so I’m worried!

Meanwhile, Ha Baek-ryun also followed.

Feeling strange about Eunha suddenly having a party, she insisted that she join in as well.

Ok, fine. Baekryun, let’s go too.

Eunha was reluctant at first.

But it was just in case.

It is said that the < Witch of Time > obediently followed the witch without resistance.

Perhaps she is trying to kill herself by taking her own life.

Eunha had such a thought.

Then she had to be prevented from doing so.

Ha Baek-ryun wondered if it would become an lingering attachment that would prevent her from dying.

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Red Dungeon.

The witch stepped into the red dungeon, where players rarely visited.

Prisis Memory followed him and entered the dungeon.

I lived because I couldn’t die.

The silent witch opened her mouth.

It was a tone full of emotion.

Prisis Memory bowed her head.

Twenty-eight witches have been living like that for hundreds of years without dying.

Will it be visible to people?

The witch moved further into the dungeon.

Then he talked about the past, and the Prisis memory only gave a short answer.

Then she brought up the question she had been holding back since meeting the witch.

The others… how’s it going? Everyone is dead except you and me. Some people became experimental subjects and their minds were destroyed, while others died after the rest of their lives. …….

And the people who became the test subjects… We stormed the lab and let them go safely so they don’t suffer anymore. That was almost 300 years ago. Ah…

don’t worry. Because no one suffers because they can’t die anymore.

The witch replied dryly.

The prisis memory couldn’t say anything more to her.

It all happened because of himself.

Her face darkened rapidly, and the witch smiled bitterly.

The witch continued her story.

Unlike you, we are relatively free from the curse of the World Will. Hundreds of years have passed, and now we too can die. I even figured out how to kill Eternals.

The witch waved her hand.

Just like Presis memory did.

Hundreds of years have allowed witches to reach extremes in handling mana.

She created a subspace and pulled out a huge spear from within.

That’s…

the spear that kills eternal life.

A window that exudes a foreign energy.

Prisis Memory stared blankly at the window the size of her own height.

The witch kindly taught her what kind of spear it was.

We, the ordinary survivors, spent dozens and hundreds of hours finally finding a way. …….

The curse we received is greatly weakened in the dungeon’s realm where the World Will’s interference is reduced.

The witch lightly swung her spear.

As the tip of the spear split the air, the mana dissolved in the air became visible.

The Prisis Memory was able to figure out that the spear in the witch’s hand was an artifact with considerable power.

The target stabbed by this spear is separated from the existing world line and ends up dying. If it’s this spear…

you’re saying that even if we die, we can die with it.

yes that’s right The experiment is already over. The spear, which can only be activated in dungeons, has already killed a few witches. It’s a spear crafted with great care to kill you.

Prisis Memory was convinced by the witch’s explanation.

If the witch’s explanation was correct, the spear would surely be able to kill itself, which was unable to die because it was bound by the will of the world.

To kill me… The sisters have been chasing me for hundreds of years.

When the self who doesn’t even want to look is gone.

She wondered if witches could live happily ever after.

So, in order not to meet them, I wandered the world, not settling down as much as possible.

However, contrary to her expectations, the remaining witches seemed to have resented themselves over the course of hundreds of years.

It may be unavoidable.

she smiled sadly.

Even so, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could kill you. That’s why I asked the other witches. Please allow your power to dwell in this spear so that I can kill you. …….

The three witches who survived until recently and entered this country with me sacrificed their lives to kill you. Their power dwelled in this spear. That’s right… I see…

The sisters really wanted to kill me, so they came all the way here.

Prisis Memory muttered.

The words that could not come out of her mouth eventually stayed in her mouth and sublimated into resignation.

Did you say you wanted to die?

…huh. Great. Then i will kill you Seeing you die, I intend to end my life too.

the witch asked.

Prisis Memory answered.

She lived because she couldn’t die, so she wanted to die.

I didn’t expect that wish to come true in this way, but–.

-I’d really appreciate it if I could die to my sister. sorry too much

Prisis Memory decided not to deny its own death.

Even if her sister was to kill her resentful of her, she decided to die as it was.

It could be said that it was atonement for causing her sister and the witches to live a painful life.

I didn’t doubt that.

It’s okay to die painfully. Because my sister will die as she wishes.

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Go back in time.

16th century France.

Prisis Memory was born in a village where only women gathered in the forest.

People who formed a village for each other’s needs lived while cutting off access to the outside world as much as possible.

Mana is melted in nature, and it dwells in our bodies as well. Listen to the voice of Mana in your body.

The existence of mana was revealed to the world after the 19th century.

But there were also people who understood the mystery, even if it was not clearly established as a single word.

The people living in the village also belonged to that category.

They communicated with nature and used the mana in their bodies to perform magic that humans could not do.

Of course, their magic was crude.

Magic that was not organized systematically was enough to relieve them from feeling uncomfortable in their daily lives.

you have a lot of mana It seems the god of mana loves you a lot.

in such an environment.

Since childhood, Prisis Memory has grown up learning how to handle mana from people.

She naturally possessed a vast amount of mana and excelled at handling mana.

The villagers loved her and hoped that she would make the villagers happy when she became an adult.

Then one day.

It must be a witch to live with women in the forest!!

A time when the winds of the Reformation were blowing.

The people of the world who fell into doubt and madness could not leave them alone.

To the people of the world, they gathered together to form a village and lived hidden deep in the forest, and they could not but be seen as objects of suspicion.

What’s more, the drugs they sometimes make and sell are far more effective than the regular ones.

It must be that the witches are gathering in the woods and plotting bad things!

They must be making medicine by mixing all kinds of ingredients and putting people in a pot!

People misunderstood and misunderstood.

Madness made them unable to awaken from reason.

They just had no doubt that the reason their lives were unhappy was because of witches and that they had to kill them for God’s sake.

Catch all the witches!

Kill those who flee!

Put the witches on trial!

People shouted in anger.

They finally destroyed the barrier and found the village.

They set fire to the forest to prevent the witches from escaping and undermine their livelihood.

Witches were captured by people and dragged out into the world.

The trial begins now!

Light a fire!

If you don’t burn and die, you’re a witch, and if you die, your innocence will be proven!!

Prisis Memory was imprisoned behind bars and had to watch the villagers burn to death.

At that time, she was 10 years old.

It was a great shock to see them shouting that they were not witches in front of them and dying in a fire at the end.

Aww!!

sister!

Hold on to this child! It’s a witch! You stay still! Your turn is next, so stay calm there!

She hated them very much for breaking her routine.

Eventually, when he saw his only blood relative, his sister, being dragged to the stake, he could no longer contain his emotions.

Then a voice was heard.

do you want power?

A voice that occasionally echoed in her head when she tried to manifest mana.

In the meantime, she didn’t respond.

because there was nothing to wish for.

But now it was different.

A great wish was sprouting in her heart.

Presis memory prayed.

I desperately wanted and hoped.

I want power please help me.

Who is the owner of this voice?

It didn’t matter.

Even the gods who made them like this didn’t matter.

I will succumb to the devil’s temptation.

Even if it means selling your soul, your wish will come true.

That’s how her wish came into contact with the world’s will and was realized.

Please lend me your strength so that I and the villagers do not die.

And please kill all those crazy people.

Let them live happily ever after with the villagers!

An incomplete and misplaced wish that will be regretted over hundreds of years.

it was a curse

make your wishes come true