The World Requiem 소설 & 이야기

The lizard head bowed until the cracked gold coronet scraped basalt; each step he left behind filled with slow black sand. Behind him came Rath, tall as gallows, a skeletal horror strung with ember sinew. Fire leaked from the joints of his fingers and bled in quiet sparks to die on the wet floor; where they landed, the rock cried and then remembered itself. Runes etched along each rib breathed like coals. The smell of kilns walked with him. They knelt—three dooms in three grotesque masks. Abnegazar spoke first, elder’s privilege. His voice was thunder listened to from under a bed. “A cry tore the western sky,” he said. “The sea lost a son.”

The shades she had on hid her tears from the world. Crystal walked to the decorated arena outside the barracks. They didn't hold a requiem mass inside a church, they had thought it honourable to do it here. She took a seat after most of the eyes on her had settled. The new commander was talking on the podium at the front while the priest stood behind, looking like they had just stolen his shine—looking out of place. She identified the twentieth sitting apart from the crowd and couldn't believe her eyes. He didn't look scarred. For someone who survived death, Crystal felt he should have at least tried to look worse for wear.

Later on, I look at this black and round intelligent entity again and asks the last question that subconsciously bugging me right now. "How many points do I need to redeem my world?" It's an understatement to say I was shocked when it starts laughing its ass off, I was startled. I don't feel good about this. Can I still turn the offer down? "Good question, Host! To redeem your world you only need 1,000,000 points for that!" I feel lightheaded the moment I heard the number of points I need. I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!"

People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing. Amid the chaos, the system spoke again, calm and emotionless. [World destruction sequence initiated.]

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That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching. "What is this?" She saw that she did not understand and immediately asked. "The footage is about a girl's life in the first world. You'll have to go through her body and fulfill her desires and what she wants to do. Only when you're done will the world be. if you fail, the world will collapse and you will be logged out of it and forced to return to the starting point. Next, the reinforcement system will tell you about this world and begin the journey through space." The man's voice spoke about the rules for Adela to understand.

[The Requiem of the Blood] The city of Siem Reap had become a clockwork nightmare. Under the shadow of the cooling ruins of the French administrative building, the world had fallen into a rhythmic, terrifying grace. The "Global Legion" was no longer a theory or a laboratory secret; it was a physical vibration that had seized the very air of Cambodia. The streetlights did not flicker; they pulsed. The wind did not howl; it hummed.

‘It’s singing, Mother,’ the child’s voice echoed in my mind, vibrating with a high, mournful frequency, ‘It’s singing the Requiem, it thinks we are already dead. A single, crystalline snowflake fell from the clear indigo sky, it didn't melt when it hit my hand, it was made of Solid Starlight, the residue of a consumed world. "The Great Reconstruction is over," I said, turning to Koran with a look that made him reach for his blade, "The internal peace was just a preparation for the external winter." I reached for the telepathic link, my voice booming in the minds of Kaelen at the Wastes and the leaders of the three kingdoms.

He was just a man who had found a way to save his pack. "The mission..." Ash whispered, his voice clear and resonant for the first time in weeks. "The mission... is you, Rhea." He reached out and grabbed the Heart of the World-Tree with both hands. The sound that followed wasn't a roar. It was a singular, high-pitched note that echoed across the globe. From the forests of the North to the cities of the South, every wolf—human or shifted—let out a simultaneous scream of agony and ecstasy as their spirits were ripped through the vacuum and then slammed back into their bodies with the force of a supernova.

On Christmas Eve I am alone in grief I am alone in grief They don't resemble my dream The Church Within I am not frail I can build it from within But I feel what I donated I should get it back World is evil They say World is bad Yes For sanctity resides Only in them Just in them I am hurt For I am evil The Hindu priest Can also tell But Church I dreamt of Didn't meet my dreamland Left me alone in grief The Christmas Eve The Christmas eve But I will live I will continue to give But to poor Beyond the touch of Church Will roll My money I will not donate Any religious outfit I am still in grief while Church celebrates This Christmas Eve I am invited too in But outside, I stay Searching Church t