I Can See Your Code

I see your code (132)

Finally, the battle with Baphomet is over. Fortunately for me, I didn’t get to talk to Iron right away. This is because he had to deal with Vincent’s questioning baptism in a startled state first.

Even if I knew that Iron was strong, I wouldn’t have imagined that it would be that strong.

That’s because the difference between the Imperial War 10 years ago and the Irons today is so vast that it’s safe to say they’re different people.

Anyway, thanks to that, I was able to calm my mind and prepare an answer that satisfies him as much as possible. And Iron’s reaction to hearing everything I had prepared so wholeheartedly was very simple.

“Was it again?”

Iron looked at me like I was an asshole.

It’s a common sight I’ve seen since I came here… … When I received it from a certified Torrai on the Velia Continent, it feels different. I have to say that I feel like I want to respond.

As I was about to answer something, Iron opened his mouth first.

“So, to sum up the story… … Your real name isn’t Dante, it’s Ryan, and the reason you went around pretending to be my disciple was to foresee the appearance of that goat head and bring me in, this is it. do you think this makes sense? I am not a prophet.”

“You forgot to mention that the present figure is also decorated with relics.”

“I knew it as soon as I saw it for the first time.”

… … You said you had already noticed the change in appearance before you even said it?

Since then, Tarnhelm is a relic that has completely deceived Vincent, the first-class, and completely evaded the magic curtain that Calpheon is proud of.

I mean, it’s a stealth thing that even I can see the code, and it’s only after I’ve looked into it for a while that I can spot subtle differences.

I couldn’t believe that even Iron would have figured it out as soon as he saw it.

Isn’t this just making up nonsense to pretend to be nice?

Even though I knew I wasn’t that kind of person, I had my doubts.

Iron looked at my expression and clicked his tongue like he was pathetic.

“There is no need to check that. Just looking at you makes me feel bad.”

“… … What kind of tea do you mean?”

I really didn’t know so I asked. The appearance was also set as a sculptural handsome man, but it was natural enough, and he was confident in his acting.

This isn’t my own misunderstanding, hasn’t anyone doubted it until now? Whether looking at the performance of the relic or the human factor, it was said that it was perfect without missing a single thing.

However, it seemed that Iron’s attention was not related to the two of them. He spoke as calmly as a man who said it would be no big deal.

“There is no naturalness.”

“Is it my smoke? I thought I did pretty well. I set it as a character who doesn’t say much, as quietly as possible.”

“It’s not about acting, it’s literally about naturalness.”

“… … .”

I don’t know what kind of buzzing noise you’re talking about. I remember he was a person who likes things clear, but has the setting changed for this as well?

I just stared at him without saying a word, and Iron scratched the back of his head.

“It’s hard for me to say anything because I just feel the same way. Shouldn’t it be the impression that you’re wearing something that doesn’t fit? Anyway, it probably won’t be that important right now.”

Iron turned the subject around as if it was too much for him to talk about.

“Prepare a more sincere lie than what I said before. If you manage to like me, you might even give me enough to give you my life.”

“Even if you say that, it’s the same thing.”

he sighed and said. I would like to know for sure what is unnatural, but I have to solve this problem first.

“I may not have revealed anything, but I haven’t lied to anything I said.”

“Then do you want me to believe that this is all your design? Am I interpreting it correctly?”

“If you don’t believe me, I can confirm.”

“how?”

I looked straight into the eyes of Iron, who was slowly showing a bored expression. And mechanically exhaled.

“I grew up alone in an orphan since I was born. Other than that, it is unknown where he was born or where he grew up. Nothing was revealed until he first appeared in his mid-20s.”

“… … Are you reading about me right now? Even if you ask anyone passing by… … .”

“But in reality, the only survivor of the monster forest, which is one of the prohibitions.”

Iron’s complexion hardened for an instant.

“8 years old. Meeting a human who entered the monster forest for the first time. His name is Chase. As a knight and hunter, he learns the proper language and survival method.”

“… … .”

“11 years old. Chase, who was the only conversation partner, was killed by a monster attack. He developed his own method on his own, as he had barely learned about the shim method. and… … .”

He stopped talking as he continued. Because Iron was looking at me with a frown on his face. I shrugged and opened my mouth.

“I don’t think I need to say any more. how about it? I think this would be a good basis for credibility.”

“… … What are you? Where did you hear that?”

“Where do you hear it? I never told anyone.”

“Then what is it? What kind of god are you?”

At that, I laughed out loud involuntarily.

No matter how close the world is to God, it’s because I never imagined that God’s Taryeong would come out of that iron’s mouth.

“It has nothing to do with that. You might know the world better than they do.”

“… … Could you know the world better than God?”

“yes. I don’t have a specific name to reveal, but if I had to name it… … .”

I shrugged once more.

“Who said that? The devil.”

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Iron seemed to put his judgment on hold for a moment. After that, he asked a few more questions, and then he left the place.

It can be said that the worst-case scenario that was expected has been avoided. Although the probability was low, there was a possibility that he would attack immediately because he was just unlucky.

It takes a while for it to disappear so suddenly… … Well, it doesn’t matter now. At least not for a while.

By the way, let’s summarize the achievements we have achieved this time.

I killed Baphomet and tried to open the message window that appeared again.

[Unbelievable achievement! / 「Annihilation of disaster」]

[You have contributed greatly to the end of one of the plagues that existed on the Velia Continent!]

[Points are being settled… … .]

[Settlement is not possible for achievements that do not exist!]

[5,000 Emergency Relief Points will be awarded.]

A message similar to the one that appeared when you first learned the old Honwonryeok. Just like back then, it’s the biggest reward I’ve ever received, 5,000 points.

I read the message carefully.

Frankly, I’m a little skeptical. I wonder if what I did this time was equivalent to developing my psychic powers. I expected points to come in, but I didn’t think of an incredible achievement.

Defeating Baphomet itself deserves such an evaluation. He’s a monster stronger than a first-class monster, and he’s also a guy who’s going to inflict at least tens of thousands of damage to this world.

The question is how decisive I played a role there.

Of course, it is true that we put a lot of care into preparing for it, but in fact, we did almost nothing to defeat Baphomet. At least directly.

Although he weakened the demon with the heart of the demon, it was only to draw a little more time. Without that, Iron would have beaten Baphomet. This means that it did not play a decisive role in the battle.

If so, there are only two conclusions.

One is that someone has an ego, whether it’s the message or the person sending the message. Then the story becomes simple. Because you can judge that I moved with the iron in mind from the beginning.

It can be said that bringing in irons that would not have come originally played a decisive role in defeating Baphomet. Even if he wasn’t directly involved, if it weren’t for him, there wouldn’t be anyone here who would have killed Baphomet.

As I’ve seen messages with personal feelings a few times in the meantime, it’s highly likely that this is the case. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have sent anything like the achievement of eating it raw or the grade of a goose.

The problem is another possibility. It is assuming that the person sending the message knows the contents of the ‘Velia Continental Biography’ that I made.

“… … .”

I have been preparing for work based on the content of the game over and over. And now that I think about it, isn’t it only when the message diverges from the content of the game?

Everything from saving Tanya to killing Baphomet now. Besides, when you rescued Tanya, the word ‘story branching’ came out, didn’t you openly show that you knew the contents of the game?

At that time, I was too tired to dry my body, so I didn’t think about it… … It’s weird too. As I set it up, there is no one who is omnipotent enough to know the contents of the game.

Are there any gods outside of my settings?

Considering the fact that the code cannot be seen in the Holy Power, and the abilities they have, this is the most likely. There are already a couple of things that are different from the settings.

“… … .”

After thinking about it, I wrapped my forehead around it. Maybe I’m messing around with it too much.

I didn’t know if it would become a reality, but wasn’t this kind of story very common? It’s about entering the fantasy world in a game or novel.

Looking at those things, there were very few cases where I had a big question about the status window or the message window. Should I say it’s like an implicit rule?

This may be something similar to that. It’s just the way the system is. Just like the sun rises in the morning and the moon rises at night.

I decided to put aside the questions that could not be answered right away, and tried to enter into realistic concerns. For example, future actions or compensation to demand from the Kingdom.

The moment I sat down like that.

bang!

The door shattered open with a roaring sound that had now become accustomed to.

No, it hasn’t been long since we’ve remodeled the dorm… … .

I turned my head thinking it would be another day, but I had no choice but to stiffen on the spot.

“… … Why are you here? Aren’t you dead?”

“I never said a word like I was going back. How can I leave my beloved disciple alone?”

It was Iron who came in speaking in a cheerful voice. He looked at my face, which must have been frozen in embarrassment, as if appreciating it, and then grinned.

“Then, disciple, shall we start training right now?”

… … The lesser evil of what was expected was about to rise from this place.

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