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 [Chapter 223]

[Miracle (6)]

Gift <Miracle >.

The power that realizes the holder's wish to the maximum extent was imperfect.

The world's will, composed of countless wills, could not have a direction for decision-making because of this.

It can be done, it can't be done.

The world's will was made up of wills with opposing thoughts.

Therefore, the world's will was merely an object that couldn't make decisions on its own.

That's why the world's will leaves the decision to the person holding the <Miracle > gift.

Is this child's wish possible?

It's possible.

No, it's realistically impossible.

No, it's possible with magic.

But magic is simply put, a phenomenon that makes imagination into reality.

Precise Memory moved the world's will using her vast mana and imagination.

In that process, the wills making up the world's will clashed.

Imagination intervened by the world's will, not herself, was not direct and could only be imperfect.

No matter how earnestly the holder of the <Miracle > gift begged, that wish couldn't be perfect.

"Please lend me power so that I and the villagers don't die. And please kill all those mad people rampaging. Please let us live happily forever with the villagers like before!"

Not knowing that.

Precise Memory made not just one, but several wishes.

Her wishes were bound to be distorted in a direction she didn't want.

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The light of <Miracle > passed.

When the world returned to normal.

What entered her eyes trapped in the iron cage was a devastated world.

As if a bomb had fallen, a deep hole was gouged around her.

"..."

The people who were trying to kill her and the villagers were nowhere to be seen.

"This is..."

""""...."""

Only she and the villagers survived.

Unfortunately, those who had already died couldn't be revived.

Precise Memory put her hand on the iron bars.

The iron gate opened.

Coming out of the iron cage, she stepped into the vast world.

People were overwhelmed, fascinated, and felt a kind of fear at the sight that defied common sense.

Those who collapsed on the ground with their strength drained turned their gaze to her now standing alone in the world.

It was then.

"Why is my body..."

Her body grew rapidly.

The 10-year-old girl suddenly grew into her 20s.

Precise Memory was startled by her change.

The change didn't just come to her.

Changes also occurred in the villagers.

"...Did we get younger?"

The villagers changed into the form of 10-year-old children.

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<Miracle > granted her wish and in return made her an adult.

And it returned the people who were the subject of the wish to 10 years old.

"The world is made up of equivalent exchange. This must be the price." "Price?"

The oldest person in the village, who was knowledgeable about handling mana, said.

People just expressed doubt.

How could them becoming younger be a price?

"Did I get 6 years younger? Then have I become the little sister now? That's not bad either."

Precise Memory's older sister.

She didn't mind much that she had become younger.

People gradually accepted the situation and decided to be grateful for surviving.

At that time, that was all.

"I hope we can live happily like this from now on too."

Precise Memory wished.

She hoped to live a happy life with her sister and the villagers.

But contrary to their thoughts, the price was just terrible.

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Time passed.

They were subjected to witch hunts several times after that.

"Kyaaaaaaah!!" "Look at that! They don't die even when burned, so they must be witches!!"

The witch hunts that drove European people into madness for about 300 years.

It was a hellish time for them who knew how to use magic.

Moreover, they had gained bodies that couldn't die due to Precise Memory's wish.

"...To not die even when killed. How can they be alive like that when we put them in fire alive?" "The wounds are healing again. It's really scary."

"That's why they're witches."

"Let's kill them until they die!"

People who came to be called witches.

They ran away from the madness.

They could no longer live a settled life.

When they were subjected to witch hunts, they would be burned alive at the stake.

Yet they didn't die and had to suffer the pain of burning.

"Quickly run away, hurry."

Each time, the witches used magic to escape the situation.

In a way, it was a continuous vicious cycle.

The more they used magic, the more European people paid attention to them.

As time passed, they shared information to kill them.

"I want to stop living now. I want to stop living, I want to stop living!! Aaaaaaaah!!!"

Meanwhile, as they were subjected to severe torture.

The witches' minds collapsed.

And it wasn't just witch hunts.

Some people tried to use them as experimental subjects for living a life identical to immortality.

"Since we don't grow, it's awkward to go around in bodies like this."

Also, the witches didn't grow.

Even if witch hunts didn't occur, it was impossible to settle in one place.

As a result, the witches' minds became even more devastated.

"It's because of me..."

Precise Memory was the same.

She regretted making the wish.

I only wished to be saved... I didn't wish to live this long.

I want to cancel the wish.

Precise Memory earnestly tried to activate the <Miracle > gift.

But <Miracle > didn't respond to her wish.

You no longer have a price you can pay.

That was the answer she barely obtained by contacting the world's will.

Her wish affected not only her but also the villagers.

That's how much price was paid.

This is... a curse.

Precise Memory realized what kind of price she had received.

For making a childish wish, see with your own eyes the villagers suffering endlessly.

Blame your childish self who made the wish without knowing, while watching them suffer day by day in young appearances.

She couldn't erase such thoughts, so she couldn't properly look at the villagers.

It was around that time that an incident occurred.

The villagers finally exploded.

"It's because of you!! It's because of you that we've become like this!!!"

"Poor thing... You've been suffering like this for years unable to die. I'm sorry I came late."

A long time passed.

During that time, they suffered all sorts of humiliation.

The witches set out to find witches who had separated in the whirlpool of war.

And after finding her after several years, they were greatly shocked.

The witch who had been experimented on for years and released was not in her right mind.

What she did as soon as she was released from restraints was to stab her neck with a knife the witches had.

"Don't stop me!! I'm going to die!!! I'm going to die now!!"

""""...."""

"Die! Please die! Please, please let me die..."

Blood gushed from the witch's neck.

Right after, the witch's neck healed.

The witch shed tears and stabbed her neck over and over.

But she didn't die.

The witches faced that sight and their sorrow exploded.

"Why do we have to live like this..."

"I want to die too. I'll do anything if I can die."

It had been over 100 years.

The witches had endured as much as they could.

But they couldn't endure anymore.

They looked at Precise Memory with resentful eyes.

"...I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Precise Memory was a sinner.

She apologized to the witches.

Then she took the witch's knife and slit her own throat.

"I'm really... sorry."

If the subject who made the wish dies, wouldn't the witches die too?

Precise Memory thought so and slit her throat, but in the end, she revived too.

That fact plunged the witches into even deeper despair.

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Time passed again.

One day, Precise Memory disappeared alone.

It was because the witches wanted to stay away from her.

No, in fact, she wanted to stay away from them.

It's because of me.

If I'm by unnie's side, they won't be at ease.

Me too... that's right.

When she saw the young witches.

Precise Memory vividly recalled the memory of her making the wish in the past.

Just as the witches suffered seeing her, she too suffered greatly whenever she saw the witches.

So she decided to leave alone for each other's sake.

"Should I go to the Middle East..."

Precise Memory decided to go to the Middle East to escape Europe's madness.

But the Middle East had its own issues.

To Middle Eastern people living in a place surrounded by deserts on all sides, she with long blonde hair and white skin could only look alien.

Life there couldn't be comfortable.

Precise Memory had to spend time wandering the world.

If it's you alone it's one thing, but complete immortality for those people is impossible.

It was on one such day.

Precise Memory was able to contact the world's will.

She asked how long she and the witches could live.

The world's will answered.

Precise Memory couldn't die, but the witches would die someday.

Only then could she feel relieved.

"Is that so... Thank you."

It didn't matter what happened to her.

She just hoped the villagers could meet a peaceful death.

That was enough for her.

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The human brain has vast storage space, able to store as many as 4.7 billion books.

But while that's the memory capacity it can process momentarily, in reality, it can't store many memories.

Moreover, storing hundreds of years of memories affects a person's personality.

"...200 years have passed."

Precise Memory muttered.

By this time, her memories were jumbled, and she felt the need to organize her memories.

"Let's get rid of all unnecessary memories."

The study of magic wasn't established.

But having contacted the world's will and spent 200 years, she had now reached the extreme of magic.

She touched her own memories.

Then she organized her vast memories.

She completely erased memories that only troubled her mind after wishing on <Miracle >.

"This... Let's leave it."

She could erase her sin from her memory if she wanted to.

But she decided to keep it.

She intended to live embracing it for life as a means of atonement.

"Where should I go next?"

On the other hand, 200 years of time had worn down her emotions.

After organizing unnecessary memories, it became even harder to feel emotions.

She just disliked humans, and especially disliked children.

But she knew she had to interact with humans to live.

Of course, she met good people too.

However, to avoid being discovered as immortal, she had to stay briefly and leave.

"What name should I use in the next place I settle?"

Over 400 years passed.

In that process, she created countless aliases.

Before leaving for Korea.

Precise Memory thought about what alias to use.

The conclusion came spontaneously.

"Precise Memory."

Precious Memory.

She who had newly organized her memories with important and precious memories decided to use such a name.

Thus she somehow flowed into Korea.

The time spent in Korea was extremely happy.

It was a precious memory for her.

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Red dungeon.

The witch, Precise Memory's older sister, finally stabbed her with the spear.

"With this power, even the world's will won't be able to do anything."

The world turned white.

Because the witch stabbed Precise Memory's heart with the spear.

The <Miracle > gift was being dismantled by the spear.

The world's will was scattering.

"I'm glad. Our thoughts were right."

Receiving the power of three witches.

The witch who regained her appearance from before being made younger by <Miracle > smiled.

"That's good..."

Precise Memory smiled too.

She saw her body turning into mana particles while bleeding.

Death was finally coming.

"Don't you have anything you want to say?" "...No."

The older sister asked.

Precise Memory recalled the times when she played happily with her in the old days.

She answered the question.

Then she remembered one thing.

"There's one thing I want to ask."

"What is it?"

"Can you tell Baek-yeon something for me instead?" "Baek-yeon?"

"The Fairy's successor."

"What?"

"Tell her I'm sorry I couldn't go to education today."

"That's not a difficult request."

Okay, fine.

The older sister agreed.

Precise Memory could now close her eyes comfortably.

I wanted to see Yu-seong grow up, and I was curious how Baek-yeon would do.

It's a bit regrettable that I can't see that before I go.

She had lingering attachments but.

That was greed.

She was originally supposed to have died hundreds of years ago, and it should have been impossible to meet them in the first place.

She and they lived in different time periods.

Precise Memory decided to quietly accept death.

It was right then.

Dawn Sword

Crack.

The spear broke.

A huge energy enveloped her.

"Ah..."

Her collapsing body was recovering.

Precise Memory opened her eyes.

A man with his back turned as if protecting her was confronting her older sister.

"Who decides to die on their own?"

As if her death wasn't hers.

Noh Eun-ha opened his mouth.