Chapter 148. < Prologue. (1) >

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Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko

The Great Library of All Things.

The shadows of the bookshelves overlapped, creating a complex net.

I dont know.

The Constellation Killers voice wandered inside that net.

Its difficult. I cant fathom it. Did I kill so many? You say that such a great number of people lost their lives because of me. Its impossible to take responsibility for killing one person, but for the people of countless worlds

The Constellation Killer pulled out a diary with fumbling hands.

Maybe it was a trace of Kim Yul that was left. The Constellation Killer kept a diary even as he lost his memory.

The Guardian G.o.ddess, Old Man Hidden in the Deep, Follower of the Blind Eye.

They were the Constellations he had killed.

The Constellation Killer quietly recited the names crossed out in red ink.

The Large Snake Born inside Seven Sounds, The Stork that Serenades the Cosmos, The Witch Who Dies at Morning Frost, The Lion that Dreams of Endless Destruction, Poison Corpse Flower, The Moon that Swallows the Months End, The Yellow Dragon of Dynasty Lake

The names continued. There was no sign of an end.

After calling hundreds of names one by one, the Constellation Killed slowly looked at my face.

I dont know. I have no way to know. But when I entered Kim Yuls body, I felt his frustration with the world, and when I spat out curses, I felt the same as Kim Yul. I resonated with him. Kim Yul wanted revenge on those who had wronged him.

The Constellation Killer was silent for a moment.

Is that it? he muttered.

I, too, must receive the revenge of the worlds.

Snap.

The Constellation Killer closed the diary.

The end of my life would not be enough recompense. Eternal agony. Those worlds would only wish for my eternal suffering. But mere suffering has no significance What kind of suffering must I endure to apologize to those who have already died?

I nodded my head.

Librarian.

Like he was waiting for me to call, the Corner Librarian stuck his head out from behind a bookshelf. His cheeks were flushed red.

Welcome back! Unlike the previous Apocalypses, I, and everyone else, was unable to view the story directly. Ive just hurriedly read the newly registered side story of [The Tale of the Ascending City]. Uh-huh, indeed, its

Thats enough. Get over here.

Death King, you become harsher with me by the day

The Librarian feebly flew over.

There. Ive come. What would you like me to do? If you wish, I can

Please hand over [The Epic of Lefanta Aegim].

Ahh I know what I was saying, but did you know? The books I possess are all my holy relics. Of the numerous beings in the world, only I can create them. Its difficult if you tell me to hand over such precious books like theyre pieces of fruit But, of course, I will give it to you.

The Librarian handed me the book.

Constellation Killer.

Yes.

Your story is written inside this book. How you fell into a new world, how you met the Guardian G.o.ddess, and even how you became Lefanta Aegim and the Constellation Killer. Your whole life is recorded here.

You may have lost your memories, but they arent lost forever. You can get them back again.

The library became silent. The Constellation Killer wordlessly looked at [The Epic of Lefanta Aegim]. The Librarian exhaled softly and stared at the two of us.

He had understood right away what I meant.

The Constellation Killer had not.

When you say [again].

Yes. Like we had glimpsed into Kim Yuls past.

From the beginning?

From the beginning.

You are saying I should look through my life, my centuries of living, from the beginning again.

What youve done, what youve thought, what worlds you trod upon, and how the denizens of those worlds lived.

Remembering is the first step to everything. Dont forget. Kim Yul staked his life on those words. You have to put down your life as well.

Stillness.

I understand.

Stillness.

I judge that your words are right.

And silence.

The Constellation Killer accepted [The Epic of Lefanta Aegim] from me. To receive it, the Constellation Killer had to put away his diary again. Instead of the diary st.i.tching together his disparate days, he held the record of his life from beginning to end in his hands.

Indeed, said the Constellation Killer, holding the book. Simply repeating your life makes the world h.e.l.lish. Does each person shoulder a type of h.e.l.l?

The Constellation Killer turned his head to where the director was sitting.

Cla.s.s President.

The director didnt respond immediately when he was called Cla.s.s President. He couldnt have. His silence contained a gap spanning decades.

Yes, Kim Yul-ssi.

The Constellation Killer, too, didnt respond immediately when he was called Kim Yul. He couldnt have. His silence contained a gap spanning centuries.

The decades that one person endured and the centuries that one person threw away settled in the quiet air of the library.

Kim Yul thought that he wanted to forgive you, and I agree with him, said the Constellation Killer. I want you to accept the forgiveness.

The director closed his lips.

The director shut his eyes. But was that an accurate statement? Most likely not. The director was not in control of his body. Rather than closing his lips, his lips were closed, and rather than shutting his eyes, his eyes were shut.

,

A pained sound, almost like a gasp, broke through the directors lips. Thank you. The director could say that. Im sorry. That was likely what the director wanted to say. But the director held back his words. What he couldnt hold back escaped as a groan.

I

The groan wasnt made of words but broken fragments.

But somehow, I could understand the picture the fragments wanted to paint.

If I, a little more

If I lived a little better.

If I had a little more power.

If I was a little smarter when I was young.

That moment, I realized something.

A tremor caused my body to jolt like a thunderbolt. The directors tightly closed mouth, shut eyes, the backs of his hands that gripped the floor. His aged skin. The trembling of his arms. Seeing his whole bent form, I realized something.

Ah.

The director was screaming.

What I have to prove.

In this world, there were people who were screaming.

What I want to prove.

Beasts mixed with humans in this world, and among them were people screaming alone, like islands, and somehow, the scream entered my ears and the sight entered my eyes.

I just wanted to be proof of the screams.

There is a person here.

My infernal heavens.

A person is living here.

Anyone who learned the Infernal Heavens Demonic Art, any cultist who preached the Doctrine of Shadows, for certain, without question, must have felt the emotions I felt now.

That was anger. Sadness. Seeing the hungry, the thirsty, the nine sections of life and nine types of death, they must have felt that [this cannot go unproven]that someone had to bear witness.

I wanted to prove it.

I wanted to let everyone know.

I wanted to infix that someone was there, had existed, and bore a scar that nothing in the world could erase.

Dont forget.

I wanted to express the directors form in my infernal heavens.

That wasnt all.

The dance of the children inside a burning mansion as they smiled at me. Pretas voice crying to the skies as she held the bodies of a mother and babe in the middle of a town. The figure of my master as she brandished her sword in the snowy field she was named after. Raviel. Raviel

I cant let myself forget.

The first form of the Infernal Heavens Demonic Art carried starvation within.

Now, I must embed my infernal heavens.

First, the childrens dance.

Second, Pretas scream.

Third, Masters blade.

Fourth, Raviels sacrifice.

Fifth, the directors silence.

I want to carry them.

But could I do it? Me?

It was hard enough to carry starvation. Could I carry a personsno, many peoples lives?

Even if I have to devote my life to it.

I was determined.

Meaning arose in my life.

Lets prove that a person lived here. Lets prove that a person died here. I will be the proof of how they lived and how they died. I will capture the cries of beasts and the screams of people. If they smiled, I will capture the vibrations of their smile, too.

However.

Not yet.

I wasnt done here yet. Many things. My level wasnt suitable for recharting the forms of the Infernal Heavens Demonic Art from the startthis was an endeavor that required tremendous effort for a chance to accomplish.

Thats right. Lets not rush. For now, I should do what I can.

I turned my head.

Like that, I looked at our voyeur.

Librarian. No, Hamustra.

The Librarians shoulder trembled. The Librarian, who had been watching the Constellation Killer and the director while panting heavily, twitched.

M-my real name? For shame! Please call me by my t.i.tle.

Please make it so that the Constellation Killer can read [The Epic of Lefanta Aegim] whenever he wants. It doesnt need to be about conquering a stage. Just allow him to view the world as you do.

Ah. Ahem. Mm.

The Librarian wheezed and fell into deep thought.

To do that, I must share my authority I would have to make him an apostle. Hmm. Some Constellations do ma.s.s produce their Apostles without scruples, but I Having Apostles is a little awkward Should I say, it isnt my style?

There was no way that he, whose epithet was [Corner Librarian], could make a subordinate or friend. He only ordered around weird servants like the bookmark maids.

You dont want to?

Its not that I dont want to

He may have been formed by the Hundred Ghosts Reincarnation, but the other Constellation Killer is just a doll made with the [Puppeteers Parade] skill. Is there a difference?

Ahem, mm. There isnt a difference, but

Please make a choice.

When you say choice?

Until now, youve loved the story of the Constellation Killer. But, to use your manner of speaking, the Constellation Killers path is now at a turning point. Two routes have emerged.

A turning point.

Yes.

I met the Librarians eyes.

Route 1. In this route, the Constellation Killer has never met me. He has no memory of having met me. He leaves to hunt Constellations whenever he has a weeks worth of memories stacked up.

The puppet route.

It was the route where the Constellation Killer followed the [Puppeteers Parade] forever.

Route 2.

Then, there was this place where the Constellation Killer and I met.

The Constellation Killer now knows Kim Yul. He remembers, and he will retrace the life of Lefanta Aegim starting from Kim Yuls days.

It would be difficult.

He will possess his body within the book and tread the same path he had walked for hundreds of years.

It would be painful.

In that route, both I and the director will be present. He doesnt have to absorb his whole life at once. Slowly. Just what he can digest, one bite at a time. Resting on the way is also acceptable.

But that was the Constellation Killers life.

And one day, it would become Kim Yuls life.

Choose the Constellation Killers path that you desire.

The Librarian looked at the Constellation Killer.

The Constellations silence did not last long.

Constellation Killer. And Death Kings fosterer.

Beaming, the Librarian opened his arms toward the Constellation Killer and the director.

On this day, someones epilogue came to an end.

How would you like to work as librarians?

And someones prologue began.