Chapter 52 - Sunset Light (2)

Opposite Jack was that eye, looking at him deeply on another level, as if he were looking directly into his soul.

Jack's body was trembling to the point that if someone had seen him from behind, he would have thought he was immersed in fear, but looking at Jack's face, his narrow eyes were emitting a dangerous aura of death. Jack never feels fear, no matter the situation or person in front of him, but his body had the opposite reaction, which... He painted a funny and contradictory painting about an old man trembling with fear, yet he had such bold and dangerous eyes. At that moment, Jack heard a sigh inside his head.

"Transferred....and Observed...." That voice was very normal and not what Jack had made it sound like, but suddenly he realized why, because that voice was not in fact a voice but rather just thoughts that Jack received from this creature, and then he realized them in his mind. Therefore. The voice sounded like his own, but bigger and heavier.

Jack was speechless but decided to think about what to say instead; maybe this creature could hear him.

"I think you're the Dragon of Miracles, aren't you?"

".....Dragon what? .....Ah, I see, that's what those characters call me."

"Here, characters, is that a strange term to call the beings you created, or are you not a god?"

The sleepy voice inside Jack's mind stopped for a moment as the Dragon of Miracles closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. This time, they held something other than sleepiness. Jack looked at her and knew immediately what that look was. It was a look of sympathy and pity.

The voice came back in Jack's mind: "I see....you have lived a long time, young one....more than normal. Maybe that's because you moved during that fateful period."

At that moment, Jack was certain that he was indeed the Dragon of Miracles or a more powerful creature, based on the way he spoke and the fact that he knew that Jack had moved on at first sight. He even acknowledged that he had lived a long time and described him as a young man. Of course, there was a possibility that he was just distracting Jack, but only from the fact that the way he communicates through abstract ideas shows his strength and superiority.

Jack appeared to be relaxed, then said casually, "I don't really understand what you mean, but if you want to know, I'm actually a mover, oh, and a powerful mover, too, someone who's lived a thousand lives in a thousand different worlds, and I see you're also an amazing person, so for the sake of time. " ,Let's skip the puzzles and get straight to the point. Okay, then I'll start. Are you pervasive in the system and are you designing it?

There was an uncomfortable silence as the dragon remained silent for a while before speaking

"I see...yes, you are an interesting person who has even lived for eternity. I see your suffering across different worlds. I see your failures and your successes...yes, you are a good piece in the eyes of the curse."

Jack's eyes were wide open, and the state of calm he had created a little while ago was slowly being torn apart. He felt goosebumps all over his body, which was trembling. There were many thoughts in his mind. He wanted to kill this creature. He just wanted to get out of this world. He wanted to reach the greatest thing in existence. All his secrets that he had lived through and which he thought were the source of his strength were like an open book before this sublime being, so that he would show greater knowledge about the curse.... In short, Jack was now like a person who had been thrown with a bomb above his head.

His head was now filled with the sounds that tormented him. He felt the heat in his body and felt many emotions growing inside him and then disappearing to remain empty before he went through that experience again and again. He was going through the worst feeling he had ever experienced again at this very moment, but suddenly he felt as if there was a cover. It had been thrown at him from above; all those malicious sounds had disappeared, and all those feelings had settled down now, and even his head had become lighter.

" What...? "

At that moment, Jack received the thoughts of the Dragon of Miracles in his head again

"I see... I'm sorry for the mistake, I shouldn't have told you those things so quickly... you ##### even though I can't stay awake long enough for you to get all the answers but I'll tell you." "The most important things."

Jack couldn't understand the word he said, it was confused and strange, and in addition, he didn't even know what this creature was talking about.

"What are you talking about-" Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the Miracle Dragon.

"But first...you must know who I was...." At that moment, Jack felt a sharp pain in his head. This headache was ravaging his head severely. Jack muttered in a low voice from the severity of the pain and tried to look in front of him, but his vision was blurry. The scene in front of him was changing and changing until he finally settled on something. After the pain subsided a little, Jack removed his old hands from his head and looked around him.

He was in a small, dark room. He looked behind him and saw a familiar scene. There was a man laughing hysterically, but tears were streaming down his face, which was covered in blood and dirt. Next to him was a strong man with red hair like blood, shouting with him as well, but in an amused manner.

"Haha, that's great, policeman, isn't it? Ha-ha-ha-ha," the man said with a sigh before pausing for a few seconds.

"But you know what... this is not enough. Hey, you follower! I don't listen to this clown." The man asked his assistant.

"Mmm, his name is Qasim Boss."

"Oh Qasim....a strange name. Ha ha Qasim! My friend, since you enjoyed this show, I will bring everyone you know and love to this show so that we can have more fun! What do you think of this? Isn't this wonderful?" The red-haired man was clapping enthusiastically before he He quickly takes out a kitchen knife from his pocket and plunges it into Qasim's hand, which is handcuffed to the chair

There was a faint scream from Qasim followed by a lot of pumping

"Wait for me here for a little while, will you? Thank you, my friend.... Hey, men, capture everyone who knows this clown and bring them to me!" At that moment, the man heard a whisper coming from behind him.

"Why....ha....why would you do this...ha...what would we do to you..."

"Huh? What was that? My little friend here is asking me why I did this, but this? Come on, didn't you realize? Oh well, it's not like I expect you to, you are like expendable goods..."

The man approached Qasim with a devilish smile on his face

"Because of boredom, clown, do you know how many other people there are in this world? That's a lot, right? So what if I told you that there are other worlds, other universes, other galaxies, how small and insignificant you would be? Hmm? That's exactly what I mean, man. You're nothing but characters." A secondary character that serves the main character, and who is this character? Of course, the transferees! I am a great person, man, I was reincarnated in five different worlds, worlds that contain magicians and others that contain strange abilities that your little mind does not understand! But with time, you will get bored, so I like to entertain you, you filth. But here you dare to ask me why? Yo, my friend, if you want, I'm coming to take over this miserable world of yours, but I won't, right? So you should actually be thanking me! Think of it as if you're providing a service to the king, okay? The man patted Qasim on the cheek with a sincere smile before he simply left. Then, for a week, Qasim watched all the people he knew or cared about die in the most horrific ways: burning, cutting, suffocating, and even crushing, all of them, starting from his parents to his friends and even his acquaintances. Every time he had to watch them, he laughed because of that joke. He tried to commit suicide many times in different ways, from lowering his tongue to holding his breath to suffocation, abstaining from eating and drinking, and even trying to escape, but all of these methods failed because of that man... that devil.

Qasim was tortured for hours and hours, whether physically or psychologically, until finally his brain stopped working because of the pain, but that also affected his soul itself. It was as if that period had become sealed in the deepest and darkest part of his soul, that life where he was a police officer. With a loving family, it became like hell to him, so his soul decided to just forget everything about that life in order to protect itself from getting hurt further....

All those scenes and memories were passing quickly through Jack's mind. He was absorbing every fragment of them every time. In that scene, Jack was standing with all those lights surrounding him until finally he felt that he finally remembered completely, and only then did he feel the tattoo on the right side of his body. Contracting and moving like a snake burrowing into his body and through his skin, it crawled through his body and between his organs until it settled around his heart and formed the shape of a chain surrounding Jack's heart, and then the system window popped up in front of him and he was able to see it.

Name: ???

Curse Level: Observed

Skills: Stealth, teleportation

Main mission: discover the truth of the world

Side Mission: Recovering Memories

Reward Mission: Not currently available

Physical Intent: The Immortal Healing Body

Weapons: Dagger of Truth, Saka's armor suit

Then, in the next second, he watched the name field, which described question marks, glow and slowly disappear, to be replaced by something new, as well as the curse field, which changed in the same way, then Jack saw the new system window.

Name: Qasim

Curse Level: Cursed

Side Mission: Recovering Memories (Completed)

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While Qasim was looking at his name, he thought within himself. He did not really feel hatred now for that man who had moved. Of course, if he happened to meet him, he would make him taste hell a hundredfold. But this also applied to Qasim himself. How many people had he tortured and killed with the same brutality? one hundred? one thousand? Hundred thousand? He couldn't even remember, and how many of them were now as teleported as him? All these thoughts and questions emerged in Qasim's mind, but he only said one thing

"There is no time for regret anyway. I am a devil and an angel at the same time. If someone wants revenge, I don't care. If someone wants to thank me, then I don't care either. Hmph, what am I saying? I was a little affected by the moment and started babbling.....Okay." Now." Qasim paused for a moment, then looked at the eye in front of him and said

"Just who are you?"

Then Qasim heard the reply in his mind, "Cursed like you..."

"More details perhaps?"

The Dragon of Miracles was silent for a moment before continuing, "You're an active mover... I like this... Now I think you're seeing something related to the curse in the system screen, right? That's simply the level at which the curse has infiltrated your existence... The ancient curse is something." It is strange and dangerous, and once it hits you, you will not be able to escape from it or at least remain yourself..... You had a strange dream before the system appeared, right? Three lights."

"Yes, that's right. Blue, red, yellow.... What about them?"

"You don't care who they are, all that matters to you is that those lights represent three different types of true power...Blue is perfect order, red is chaos of supernatural powers, yellow is the sublime presence of energy...those are their names and each one... Some of them give you a path to power, like me, who chose red... I have supernatural abilities that your mind may not comprehend, and it seems that you have been affected by some remnants of one of them."

Qasim looked at his old self, then frowned and said

"Yes, the ability to increase the lifespan of living organisms in a specific area?"

"No, this does not matter now.... This is an example of the path of the Three Powers, but the curse level in itself offers you more things, such as the cursed.... Now you can die and move to another world while maintaining this body of yours and the abilities and The skills I acquired in this world...well I don't really know if it's the same for the system but it's certainly not very different."

The dragon was silent for a while and looked at Qasim and found him focused on every word he said. He closed his eyes, then sighed and continued his train of thoughts.

"Also, when you reach a higher level, you will be able to create lower worlds like this one."

"Like a god?"

"No.... You will create a world from nothing, a new universe and a new galaxy just from mere thought. You will create God for those worlds and create other beings and all of them will be characters in a world. Do you know why they are called characters?... Because you are like the writer, You write a world however you see it, a world in which there are strong characters, weak characters, everything you want, but you will not be able to control their actions. In fact, perhaps half of the worlds you lived in were the creation of one of the cursed. Who knows." The dragon paused for a moment. It seemed He was sleepy and very tired, but when he saw Qasim's shock, he continued his train of thought

"But this is not something amazing or wonderful, young man. Rather, it is true madness. The curse is only preparing to make you either a slave or a blessed one whose only job is to obey some malicious thought or glorious voice. This only happens if you strive to go to a higher level, but if you fail, you will become... A real cursed thing, your existence is no longer yours from the moment the curse noticed you, you either become a slave or a monster.... Unfortunately I am in a state where I almost failed to progress, only with the help of one of my friends I was put into a state of deep sleep.... A sleep in which I only dream of nightmares where I turn into a cursed monster..... I don't have much time left, young man. If you want to ask me, this is your chance.

Qasim understood the dragon's words well, and he was already thinking about a question that always killed him. He moved forward a little and opened his mouth, but before speaking, he stopped for a while and thought, then asked quickly.

"I told you that you are like a writer in this world, so can you revive people, the most powerful personalities?"

The dragon stopped for a moment, looking at Qasim, then sighed and said

"I see...a really unlucky family, don't worry, I've already rewinded time before you moved and revived the original Jack Wilson and also made Asher's autonomic disease non-existent."

Qasim was surprised at first, but he realized that this great existence would not lie about such things that seemed trivial to him, so he opened his mouth and asked his main question.

"I previously said that I have lived for eternity...so do you know about the absolute truth?"

"Yes, young man... despite the fact that eternity is a very long time that no one can imagine, it ends when it is decided by a great concept in existence... The absolute truth is the embodiment of everything true and true in the tree... I really don't know much about the Absolute Truth or the Tree, but I have lived through eternity thirteen times and have only encountered the Absolute Truth five times, and even in those times it was as if I was destined not to be immortal forever. This is the truth. There is nothing. Or a person who lives for an infinite amount of time, whether he is a person from the lower, middle, or even upper worlds.... I apologize if I do not provide the answer you want to hear, but I have truly reached my limits. I have one last piece of advice for you, young man..... Search. About a place called the Café. It is a place where all the cursed movers gather, and it is the place where my friend and I were before. A long time has passed since then, but I am sure that the Café still exists.... Yes, one more thing. It has brought back your youth. "

"Okay..." Qasim said faintly as he was swimming in a sea of depressing thoughts about the concept of absolute truth, something that had to do with the death of the most important person in all his lives and worlds.

After saying this, the Dragon of Miracles stopped speaking and closed his eyes, then returned to continue his deep slumber, while Qasim, who was standing in front of the Dragon's Eye, was still without movement, until this continued for three minutes before he remembered his position.

"Oh great, this body has returned to being beautiful, hey... now." Qasim looked around and found nothing but light coming from literally everywhere, then he smiled and thought.

"Well then, I think I have found a temporary target for myself." Saying this, Qasim summoned his dear dagger and placed it around his neck.

"Well, then, I am eager to see this beautiful dagger in the hand of this beautiful body in another world." This is how Qasim committed suicide.

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In a dark place, Qasim found himself standing with the system screen in front of him

< Congratulations to the user, you have completed all the quests in this world so you will get a chance to keep one of your perks >

"Huh?"

< The user can keep one feature from the system window, meaning he can keep a weapon, skill, special body, etc. >

"This.....this is a scam!"

"How the hell can people with superpowers retain their full powers but I can't?"

<Each way has its advantages. Users who choose the red light do not have an intelligent voice with them to guide them>>

"Oh wow ahhh...you know what? It doesn't matter, just give me my dear dagger and stealth skill."

<The user must choose randomly> By saying this, five blue prints appeared in front of Qasim, floating in space in a row.

"Kidding right?"

<No>

"..."

Qasim was unable to speak for a while, but he finally accepted it and massaged his eyes before sighing and pointing to the right side of the row.

< Preparing..... The user has kept The Immortal Healing Body! >

"Bullshit, I am taking the dagger.

<The prize has been collected, the user is being sent to another world.>

"W-wait!..." Thus Qasim disappeared from that strange space and the scene changed before his eyes.... Or so it appeared at first, because soon the light disappeared again and the world was plunged into darkness.

".....wtf? where the fu*k am i?"

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END OF VOLUME One