Regression Is Too Much

56 – Jiwon Choi is too strong (7)

“… What did you see?”

“… I can’t believe my eyes.”

The conscious players barely got up one by one.

In the middle of countless fainted players scattered all over the ground like luggage.

“… This is it.”

I was thinking in my mind what had just happened.

When I first came up with the idea, I saw the owner of the city throwing a diamond token at me from a pocket on his waist.

Other villagers are being controlled by token boxes. Then… if? Even the owner of the city? A plan that started with the idea.

The fact that the character of the owner of the city is too childish and arrogant to be called the ‘owner of the city’ also played a part. To be honest, I was too childish to be the ‘owner’.

Of course, I didn’t do it with complete certainty. The odds are about half and half.

If the box of diamonds really exists, it would be as simple as stealing the pouch.

If there was only one diamond token inside, I thought to secretly put a bronze box inside it and throw it back in a nonchalantly chic way.

The owner of the city received it and instantly became a beggar, and I said in front of him, ‘Congratulations. You are a beggar now.’ I imagined teabagging…

“… Thank you.”

My thoughts were broken when the owner of the city approached.

No, the role of the owner of the city… I don’t know what to call it.

“Really… thank you.”

The owner of the (old) city did not feel the same pressure as before. It is hard to believe that she is the same person as the woman who showed off her overwhelming majesty.

Just… It occurred to me that an ordinary village girl was wearing armor that did not suit her.

“… So.”

I uttered a question that had been on my mind ever since I saw the diamond box.

“Who are you?”

“… “

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The hesitant owner of the city finally opened his mouth.

“… The real owner of the city is dead. Half a year ago.”

“… The real owner of the city is dead. Half a year ago.”

A year ago.

The owner of the real city, tired of the endless battle between classes, presented this city to the gods.

The owner of the city, a young aristocrat who inherited the city at a young age because his parents died.

The ambitious young man who pursued his ideal in a harsh reality had a clear goal to make this city a perfect utopia, and he also had the ability to execute.

Just… What the inexperienced owner of the city failed to think of was that the process of forcibly “Understanding” Others was much more painful than he thought.

Now, most people have adapted in one way or another, but when the rules of the city first changed, it was a complete mess.

Action is forced. Personality is twisted who I am and who I am now. There were plenty of people who couldn’t accept it.

At first, the owner of the city also tried to think positively.

It is simply a process of adaptation. Someday, after a long time has passed, the residents will thank me too.

No matter how much he brainwashed himself like that, the reality did not change.

Even though it’s about making a better city, a perfect city.

Because the city in front of you was a cruel play where everyone was manipulated like a puppet on a stage and shed tears of blood.

It’s already too late to undo everything. The situation is literally heading towards catastrophe.

The owner of the young city was agonizing over and over again.

Until you come to the conclusion that you need someone to take charge.

“… So he made up his mind.”

There was a need to normalize the second floor, this city.

He was given the title of ‘temporary manager’ in recognition of his dedication to the city.

Thanks to that, he fully understood the rules of the newly changed city. The key is being yourself.

Except for rules that are physically compulsory, such as ‘cannot leave the city’, the owner of the city must directly punish the rest of the rules.

In other words, for the second floor to continue as the second floor, its own existence is essential.

That means…

“I died like that. By breaking my own heart Will… Was it ‘I’m sorry’?”

If it wasn’t for me.

The second floor will not function as the second floor.

It will not play the role of trials that God wants.

If that happens… God may create a new second floor.

City residents may be set free.

The owner of the city thought so, and committed suicide.

“… You wouldn’t even dream of having a Token Box that forces you to act like yourself… “

An angel holding something shiny appeared next to the maid who was astonished at her death.

On that day, the master of the second city was created.

She didn’t agonize like the original owner of the city, didn’t reflect, and above all, was arrogant.

Introspection and self-reflection are processes that allow humans to move forward as a better intelligence, but such functions were not given to the owners of the new city.

Because this tower didn’t need anything like that.

“… The angels put restrictions on all the other residents so they couldn’t tell this story… Maybe the person concerned didn’t think there was a need to keep silent, but he didn’t put any restrictions on himself… “

“… “

I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice didn’t come out.

Because I thought everyone was a victim, except for the owner of the original city, who was heavily sh*t.

“… What do you want?”

I have no idea what the god who built this tower wants.

I don’t know what the guy who did this is trying to judge mankind for committing evil.

Because I’m such a bad asshole, can you grow up and come and slit my throat?

Or what, think of what mankind did during the colonial era? Isn’t this the blood of a bird’s feet?

Unexpectedly, it may not mean anything. ‘Yeah… It might be because it’s fun.’

Seeing the angelic side openly committing evil, his mind became very complicated.

“Whoa… “

Through my experiences on the 0th floor, I knew that I had to look only forward at times like this.

I don’t think about problems that cannot be answered even after thinking about them. What matters is the current situation.

“So… Are you out of the box now?”

“… Yes.”

“Hmm… “

I took one look at the diamond-colored box in my hand, and another look at the large sack at the entrance to the alley. It’s the sack full of token boxes.

There is no owner of the city anymore. No one can force you to follow the rules.

There is also no way to obtain the mark. Because all the boxes are stuck in that sack.

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-Clear conditions: Cleared by receiving recognition from the city residents and bringing a token of recognition. However, you must not leave the city area. Climbers get along well with each other!

Except for ‘You must not leave the city area’, all the rules have become obsolete.

As the owner of the city had hoped, the second floor could not play the role of the second floor.

“In this case… “

What should I do? The moment I thought about it.

“Congratulations!”

Suddenly, a soft and beautiful voice was heard.

At the same time, a brilliantly shining light pillar was erected in the center of the plaza, and baby angels appeared out of nowhere blowing trumpets and laughing.

-[Amazing Achievement Reminder!]

-You have succeeded in neutralizing the hidden boss, the ‘lord of the city’!

– A special reward will be given to [Junho Kim] Who made the biggest contribution!

Even in front of my eyes, a message window that I haven’t seen in a while congratulates me.

It was as if they were welcoming the warriors of God who had returned from a mission.

While the trumpets of victory sound like that.

“… Uh?”

I realized that I was the only one awake in this plaza.

Firefighter Park Cheol-jin, who was exchanging glances with me until just now.

Other players were breathing heavily.

The owner of the (old) city used to tell stories of the past with swollen eyes.

All of them were collapsed on the spot.

“Healed me. No need to worry.”

However, his exhalation was steady and his expression was comfortable, so it seemed that he was simply asleep.

When I turned my head and checked Choi Ji-won, all the large and small wounds sustained during the battle had healed.

Aren’t you lying?

I raised my head again and moved my gaze towards the pillar of light, the epicenter of the voice.

“Nice to meet you.”

A sharp nose. Smooth skin. Big eyes and bright red lips. Reddish-brown curly hair that stretched down the back.

I wonder if the human appearance was created by copying the angel?

Or is it that God created the most painstaking creation right in front of his eyes?

An angel with an androgynous appearance slowly walked out of the pillar of light with a warm smile.

There were no pure white wings spread behind his back.

There was no shining halo floating overhead.

It was truly a divine appearance, a holy sight.

Especially in contrast to the appearance of the square covered with burnt fumes and dust.

“I am Raphael, Archangel.”

An archangel who is said to oversee everything from the 1st floor to the 5th floor has descended.