Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

Chapter 42: 1 Years

Hot and stuffy.

Although I'm used to it and have endured it, this is the first time I feel that this stuffiness is so unbearable.

I was born after the technological upbringing, so I have had a physique that is completely indifferent to the heat since I was a child. For me, life underground is commonplace and I can't even feel endurance.

We can only endure if we are not adapted to the environment, but the premise for endurance is that we do not exist at all.

The so-called tolerance is at least caused by dissatisfaction with the current environment, but without a comparison, even the badness of the current environment cannot be recognized.

However, once you realize it, you can't stop thinking about it.

I came into contact with the simulated atmosphere, felt the reshaping of the core, felt the beautiful blue sky and transparent water that seemed to be really flowing through my fingers, heard the gurgling sound of the stream, and even saw the golden sun that almost blinded people. I don't know if it was the effect of the simulation, but I still felt that my consciousness wanted to cry.

It’s not because of sadness, nor because of grievance, but because of being moved.

I am touched that there are such things in this world. They are not red magma, nor the bright blue ore in the darkness, nor the false things that can only be seen but not felt in books and movies.

When the real object appears before your eyes, the shock and emotion it brings are intoxicating.

I had never seen animals underground, so I held my breath when I saw the lively animals, as big as us, running on the grassland.

Wolf? No, it's a little different from what I remember. Should the tail be this short? And isn't it a little small...

I stood up shakily, closed my eyes and took two deep breaths. When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised that the scene in front of me did not disappear, and I walked over with dignity.

There was only one wolf, with gray-white hair, strong and sturdy limbs, a raised head, calm but ferocious eyes, and a very spirited look. Although it did not have a huge body, it gave me a different figure from the monsters.

He seemed to be relaxing. I saw his limbs fall to the ground, but the movement of his feet seemed very light.

His hind legs are bent, and the bend brings a spring-like sense of pressure, as if he could jump up and fly in the next second. I even feel that he can control the clouds floating in the sky.

I knew he wouldn't bite me, so even though I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart, I plucked up the courage to approach him.

I wanted to reach out and touch the creature.

The wolf was lying on its side, its eyes fixed straight ahead, to my right. Its slender body was soft yet very dangerous. I was about ten meters away from it, and I approached it cautiously and timidly.

At this moment, the wolf suddenly turned around and looked at me.

what.

My eyesight is very good, or rather, we all have very good eyesight. The wolf's face turned to me and its eyes met mine. Although I didn't know what to say, I was intimidated by those eyes anyway.

Those eyes said nothing, but it was as if my genes, my own consciousness, had added a hint to his gaze.

Don't come near me.

It seemed that this was what the wolf expressed, his face expressionless but calm.

Before my brain could organize its logical thoughts, I saw the wolf turn its head and use its hind legs to move as if jumping, and then it flashed away from my sight. When I came to my senses and followed his figure, I realized that he was running.

Ah, ran away...

I ran to where the wolf was before, a slightly raised hill-like area, and watched the wolf's figure.

In the green grassland, the gray wolf disappeared as if it was running towards the snow-capped mountains.

...It's incredible. Why do I feel that he is running towards the snow-capped mountains? I have never seen such a thing with my own eyes, but related metaphors pop up in my mind.

Perhaps it was the wolf’s grayish-white skin color that made me associate it with this image. Its running posture and grayish-white color made it look like an elf from the snowy mountains.

If we, the Nongmarte people, have a sacred beast that protects us, then the sacred beast that protects the Great Snow Mountain may be the elf-like wolf.

If that wolf could appear with the size of a mountain, perhaps it could be a natural existence that could stand shoulder to shoulder with Gomora and the others, because it ran so freely, as if nothing could stop it.

The wolf can use its sharp teeth to crush people's throats, and it also looks down on others majestically.

It's so beautiful. It turns out that this kind of creature really exists.

Looking at the wolf running in the grassland and gradually disappearing from my sight, I thought sincerely, yet felt lost.

Only then...

When I thought "Is this the only way?", a gust of wind suddenly blew around me. I raised my arms slightly to block it. After the wind died down, the sound did not disappear. It was like the sound of an earthquake that continued to come along with the shaking ground.

This is, what is this...

I turned my head to look at the place where the vibration came from. In the flying white mist and dust, the group of creatures that caused the vibration also revealed their appearance. They were horses, much larger than wolves, and they were running towards here in groups as if it were a natural disaster.

what! ?

As I was filled with shock and disbelief, thinking that such a thing could happen, the horses were getting closer and closer. Of course, there was no room to escape; their team was too long, and it seemed that they could not escape no matter what.

I had no choice but to squat down on the spot, put my hands in front of my eyes, and closed my eyes in despair. Okay, I'll be trampled into a pulp and then quit!

The sound became louder and louder, and finally I could "feel" the sound in my ears.

The shaking of the earth treated me as a part of his instrument, vibrating along with the trembling of the strings. It seemed that endless horses were running past me, neighing. All kinds of noisy sounds almost completely covered my ears, and I could not hear or distinguish the other sounds.

It's so exaggerated, so exaggerated. Why can other people play with dogs and sit on giraffes, but this is my scenario?

However, just as I was complaining like this, a clear voice rang clearly in my ears.

There was an obviously louder vibration, as if a horse stopped beside me and slammed its front hooves heavily on the ground. Although I didn't want to, I couldn't help but open my eyes.

The horses passed by me as if I were a reef, dividing their flood into two. Next to me, an extremely brave chestnut horse was neighing with clear breath, looking at me.

The horse seemed to stamp its front hooves uneasily, called to me, then knelt down on its front legs, looking at me with its eyes. Its pupils were black, a pair of moist eyes.

Yes, you mean let me ride it?

As soon as I thought this, I saw the horse snorted as if it was quite impatient and neighed again.

Although I couldn't hear clearly because of the noise of the horses around me, I didn't have time to judge the authenticity of my guess. I stood up in a panic and rode onto the horse's back with difficulty.

As soon as I sat firmly on the horse, the horse skillfully retracted its front hooves and stood up again. I couldn't help but sway with its movement and hugged the horse's neck.

The horse didn't seem to resist. This time I clearly heard his neighing, and then my body began to shake.

The horse started to run.

Among the herd of horses, I rode on a horse that stood out even among the flock. I felt the speed. The too fast speed made the wind blow my hair all over the place. I could feel the impact of the airflow with my open eyes. Even so, my body moved so easily and the wind blew so easily, but I felt a touch from the bottom of my heart that gushed out like a spring.

So fast, so fast.

The horses ran faster and faster, and I felt like I was riding on the wind. In the clear air of the grassland, I gradually reached the head of the herd and took the lead in galloping.

Everything in my field of vision was rapidly moving backwards, as if I was entering another world. I heard a slight sound as if I had broken through a gate.

A huge roar came into my ears, which was completely different from the galloping of horses. I didn't know when a foot with a huge figure stepped over me. I looked up and found that it was Gomora, the monster I had been thinking about for a long time and my favorite.

Gomora easily passed me. I looked back and realized that I had no idea how many horse heads I had led. In front of me, Gomora was moving forward at a relaxed pace. Then a large flock of birds flew by in the sky, and birds of all kinds were singing. They were creatures I had never seen before.

So happy.

so happy.

This is the surface of the earth, is this the world where I can roam freely?

I looked at them and felt an unprecedented emotion in my heart. I even thought that if this was the case, it would not matter if I put my consciousness on the surface.

I was tired, and after playing for a long time, I came to a forest where there were birds singing, soft grass like a carpet, and squirrels that seemed to be crawling among the branches.

The time is almost up, and I hope to rest and wait until the end.

I closed my eyes and put my hand into the stream.

The flowing clear water continues to flow through my fingers, and the cool water is always separated from me and yet always in contact with me.

As if taking something away, and as if bringing something, the gentle water flows gently through the fingers.

So cold.

I closed my eyes and felt this.

It seems like it will never end.

So cold...

So comfortable......

Good ice...

So gentle...

So leisurely...