Chapter 512
Within this faint light gently and warmly embracing his entire body, the Wenny King was curled up in a fetal position, dreaming of a certain dream .
That was a very ancient dream . A tale from well before his ■■ had been decided .
He was collapsed on the floor of a tainted forest .
- Epsilon! We only have to go a little bit further . The Demon King's castle is almost within reach!
In this tale, he was a warrior subjugating the Demon King . A warrior that had set off on the Demon King subjugation expedition to protect his world .
Unfortunately, he didn't get to fulfil his long-cherished desire . Just before the subjugation went underway, he had to close his eyes, his friend's face the last thing he saw .
- … . Gilbert .
The scene changed, and now it displayed a warzone .
He was now a man from Murim, kitted out in a set of black-coloured garments of a nightly operative .
- Senior brother Kwok! The main base of the demonic cult bastards is right over there!
He saw the face of his comrade filling up his view . Longing quickly filled him up . She was the person he loved the most out of all the lives he had lived .
- … . It's too late for me . Junior sister, please go on ahead .
A whistling noise of an arrow flying in from somewhere later, his vision blackened once more .
His head was pounding away . As memories overflowed, the Wenny King's ego was shaking unsteadily .
Were these scenes from his own memories or stories from the ⸢Final Wall⸥?
Where did this story begin, and where would it end?
Independent of his will, the tale continued on .
He was now a young hatchling .
He was also a monstrous creature without a name .
He was an expert from Murim, and also a knight from medieval times .
And every time that happened, he was an Incarnation clearing the scenarios .
The last thing he heard in front of the [Final Wall] was the voice coming from a shadow without a name .
- My friend . Even during our next life, accompany me .
He gasped out loudly and opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the pitch-black darkness . The cold sweat soaking the nape of his neck sent deathly chills all over his body .
'I'm the Wenny King . '
That was his name . He did have a real name, but that had been forgotten a long time ago . No, he couldn't even be certain whether that was really his name or not .
'… . Am I really the Wenny King?'
Within the swirling pitch-black vacuum, the Wenny King fell into deep contemplation . It was the kind of contemplation he had never entertained after surpassing the limits of mortality .
'Who am I?'
The Fable acting as the foundation of his existence was now shaking unsteadily . In order to regain himself at any cost, he began ruminating over his own memories .
⸢In the beginning, there was a Wenny . ⸥
⸢He was the first storyteller . A human that sang about Fables . ⸥
⸢But one day, Dokkaebis appeared in the world, and . . . ⸥
⸢And those Dokkaebis took away the Wenny's song . ⸥
That was all he needed to remember .
Remember that those damned Dokkaebis took away the Wenny's song; remember the fact that they expelled him from the <star stream="">'s scenarios by stealing away his nativity Fable .
[You look confused, my old friend . ]
The Wenny King was startled by that true voice and hurriedly looked behind him . The face of the Dokkaebi King was floating within the pitch-black darkness .
[Dokkaebi King!]
The former growled and unleashed his Status . However, things didn't go according to plan . Within this space where nothing existed, the Status he emitted only left behind faint sparks .
The Dokkaebi King spoke with a disinterested expression .
[You aren't allowed to fight in here . Our powers aren't valid in this place . ]
[… . You somehow managed to survive . I thought that you died at the blade of that puppet . ]
[It's not much different from having died already . And, will die again, too . ]
In the spot where the Dokkaebi King's gaze landed, they could see a circular exit of light swirling around . The soul forms of these two beings were slowly heading towards that exit .
The Wenny King shouted out . [No, hold on! My Fable has just begun! I will be crossing over the 'Final Wall'! I shall encounter the lazy god that imagined everything of this world, and become the sole creature that knows the secret of this world!!]
[Are you that curious about this world's secret?]
[You speak of something obvious . There isn't a single creature not curious about the origin of their own birth . ]
[And that's precisely the reason why creatures become unhappy . ]
The Dokkaebi King spoke in a self-deprecating manner .
[Why do you think creatures possess the wonderful ability called 'forgetfulness'?]
The Fable debris was scattering away within the darkness . Stories that had lost their contexts became just lumps of texts and slowly broke away . They were now stories that no one could read anymore .
The Dokkaebi King gently caressed them, before crushing that Fable into powder .
[There are far too many unnecessary stories in this universe . A process is required in order to eliminate them and to optimise everything . That is what 'forgetfulness' is . ]
[Rubbish! The universe is infinite . Just like how the end of the 'Final Wall' doesn't exist . ]
[Even if there are plenty of blank margins left on the Wall, just how much of that do you think is permitted to the measly extras?]
The Dokkaebi King looked down at his own body slowly crumbling away .
[Unfortunately, the protagonist the 'Final Wall' has chosen is neither you or me . ]
[I don't know what rubbish you're trying to spew here, but . . . . !]
[Even then, you shall soon meet the one you so dearly wished to meet . ]
It was then the Wenny King's shoulders flinched .
The exit of light could be seen . It was such a rapturous, resplendent light . The exit was spinning vigorously and it somewhat resembled a full stop of a certain world .
The Wenny King suddenly grew scared .
[You, have you seen what's beyond that?]
The Dokkaebi King didn't reply immediately . He had this expression of boredom as if all sentences held no meaning after the full stop itself . Still, he did add a comment in the end .
[What meaning is there, anyway?]
[What?]
[I'm saying, what meaning is there to knowing that this world was just a portion of a vast dream?]
His words contained endless futility of it all .
The Wenny King couldn't understand what was being said .
The light was getting brighter, yet the expression on the Dokkaebi King was getting blurrier . Soon, the exit of light was literally right before his nose . The worried Wenny King asked .
[… . Why did you continue on with <star stream=""> until now?]
Maybe that question was unexpected? The Dokkaebi King's expression changed bizarrely . He quietly stared at the Wenny King, before making his reply .
[I wonder . I can't remember it anymore . ]
In that moment, several Fables overlapped on the Dokkaebi King's face .
At once, he looked like a warrior subjugating the Demon King, an expert from the dangerous world of Murim battling the demonic sect, and a hatchling spreading its wings towards the wide-open sky . He was . . . .
[… . You-!]
[Kim Dok-Ja has opened a door that should've never been opened . And so, this world will forever be mired in misfortune . ]
At the end of those words, the world was blanketed by pure light . They had finally reached the exit . The Wenny King staggered unsteadily and set foot inside that light . He brushed past the rays of light and tread forward little by little .
The answer was here .
The 'Most Ancient Dream' that created this world was here .
However, the Wenny King couldn't see anything .
The noisy blaring of hooters could be heard coming from somewhere . A thick, choking smell that wetted his nose; it became harder and harder to breath . His body began burning up under the rays of light .
As if, this blank margin wasn't permitted to him .
[I told you . This story is neither yours or mine . ]
Along with the Dokkaebi King's words, the Wenny King's body began melting down .
[We are simply tools of this world . That's all . ]
Ah, aaaah . . . . .
Even though his legs melted away, followed by his torso, the Wenny King never shifted his gaze away from the spectacle before his eyes .
That was where the Most Ancient Dream was . The secret of everything in this world was there . That something he had been searching for forever was there .
The Wenny King saw it . And then, finally understood what the Dokkaebi King was saying earlier .
That, that is indeed . . .
The Wenny King wished to shout out so desperately . To shout out, please look this way . Please, I'm right here . Please, look at me just once .
And then, 'that' slowly shifted its head .
However, by the time its gaze reached where the Wenny King was, the latter was no longer existing in that place .
So, 'that' shifted its head away .
And, while keeping its head down, it began muttering about something once more .
*
Cough .
I felt something scratchy inside my mouth after coughing a bit . I spat out the stuffed-up breath, and insect-like things leaked out . I took a look and realised that they were letters .
Sensations returned and my vision brightened . I saw the letters emitting bright white light before my eyes . They were of familiar contents .
Just where is this . . . . ?
"Dok-Ja-ssi? You might get sucked into the book if you do that . "
Suddenly, the back of my neck grew cold . That was a familiar voice, and with words I had heard somewhere before . Horrifying imagination made a right old mess of my mind . I once thought that if I destroyed the [Final Wall], something like this might happen . However, to think that such a thing would really . . . . .
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