Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 723

When I opened my eyes, feeling like I had had a good night’s sleep for the first time in a while, I realized that I had not woken up from sleep, but was in a sanctuary.

But… something is different. This is not Ephaga’s sanctuary.

While I didn’t know anything, I felt that way for some reason, so I looked around again, but it was the same white space. However, unlike before, I didn’t feel the voice calling me or Ephaga’s presence.

“Am I fucked up···?”

I thought I had safely wrapped up the case, but I wondered if something went wrong somewhere. Ominous thoughts suddenly came to mind, but I wasn’t that anxious. I tried to move forward, shaking off the random thoughts that just passed by, but nothing changed.

There was only an endless white space. Fortunately, I wasn’t tired and it didn’t seem like standing still would solve the situation, so I decided to keep walking. Of course, that doesn’t mean I just walked without thinking. I checked the magical power and divine power flowing through my body, checked for any abnormalities, and moved while going through my own self-examinations.

But it seemed like there was a problem.

I didn’t feel anything.

“It wasn’t like this last time.”

I don’t know if it was Epa’s consideration or what, but at the time, only the space was surreal, and my body, including the equipment I was wearing, was exactly like reality.

But now it’s different. It’s not like they’re not even wearing a single thread, their entire body is white. If a person starts to glow on their own and their shape becomes unrecognizable, wouldn’t this be what it would look like?

“Is it the aftereffects of the rampage or the aftereffects of the sanctuary···”

As I was stroking my chin, trying to think of possible reasons, my arm, shining even whiter against the pure white background, moved. I was aware that it was shining so brightly, but it was strange that my eyes weren’t dazzled, so I almost lost consciousness, but I calmed myself down and focused only on the question.

It probably has nothing to do with evil spirits. The divine power I felt in this space right now was so refreshing that it couldn’t be compared to the bastard’s foul-smelling power. I felt ashamed of myself for using such an expression for divine power, but it’s true.

But since this wasn’t the case the first time he caused a rampage, the culprit becomes a sanctuary through natural elimination.

So it’s hard to believe. It wasn’t something I did on my own, but something that was completed with Epha’s help.

Is that where the problem lies? I’d rather believe that all of this is the devil’s trickery and that I just didn’t notice it. As I was thinking that and laughing to myself, the voice of another being suddenly echoed in my head.

[You are always faithful.]

It wasn’t to the level where the entire space would resonate like when Ephaga was there, but the owner of the voice that had a clear resonance was Sanyeom.

“What the hell? Mr. Sanyeom? What are you doing here?”

[That’s an interesting expression. Do you know where this place is and are you asking that?]

“That’s not true, but I still judged that it was more likely not to be the space where you are than it was to be.”

There is absolutely no point of contact. You are a person of thought who has not taken a single step out of your inner self.

However, since the voice reached me like this, it meant that he could help me overcome the situation I was in, so I turned my head to find him with a glad heart, and I heard his voice again in my head.

[Below·]

“Down there? What is that…?”

As soon as I lowered my head to follow the voice without thinking, I couldn’t help but let out a stupid sound. It was understandable. Unlike me, Sanyeomnim, who maintained his appearance in reality, was not just small, but closer to a dwarf.

“Why did you get so small?”

[I guess I didn’t realize it properly. You’ve grown so big.]

“yes···?”

Before I could even ask what he meant, the knowledge of the thought entered my head and enlightenment took hold. Then, the surroundings that had been pure white until then were filled with all sorts of scenery in an instant, creating a complete world.

Levien, where the corpse of a giant whose identity is unknown is lying

Numerous soldiers and priests were busy investigating the corpse of such a giant.

Workers clearing away the rubble of the collapsed castle and entering the restoration area, and citizens helping them.

Despite looking even more tired, Saint Deoni is investigating the giant with the priests, and Ragnis is leading the way by running around on foot. Cheryl is sitting in a corner of the garden with her sword in hand, wondering what on earth she is thinking. Esmie and Asili are sitting next to the bed where I am lying, looking at me and Sanyeomnim…

“This is····”

[This is a sight you were able to see because you thought you ‘wanted to see it’. How does it feel to enter the new realm?]

There is no need to ask or say anything again, because the knowledge of Mr. Sanyeom was flowing in completely.

Thanks to that, I realized that I was looking at you like this every time you cursed at me as a bastard without knowing it, and I felt embarrassed, but I tried my best to hide my emotions and act calm as I continued the conversation.

“This is the process that leads to ascension.”

[Strictly speaking, it’s a bit different. Unlike you, those who ascend to heaven through demigodhood start their transformation from the body, not the mind. Even though the three saints each underwent different examinations, they couldn’t help but think that there was no problem. I can’t remember a case where demigodhood progresses from the mind or soul, so I’m a bit late.]

What on earth happened while I was lying down?

As soon as I thought that, the events that had happened while I was asleep unfolded before my eyes.

For some reason, all I could see were fragmentary memories of Siegfried and some priests, including the saint, but that was enough to understand the situation.

To be honest, it was more than enough, it was too much. People felt frustration, hope, pain, joy, pity, etc., and the various emotions they felt intertwined and made their heads dizzy.

This is not the realm of empathy. Every time I read a thousand pieces of information in a short moment, I became them, not me. Everything was natural and expected, and their feelings became my feelings.

[Be careful, even though I’m helping you, if you feel too much, you’ll get buried.]

Thanks to Mr. Sanyeom’s voice, the memories and emotions that were rushing in like a tidal wave suddenly stopped.

“What on earth did I just see and feel···”

[This is the perspective from which ‘we’ view the world. If things continue this way, it is also the perspective you will continue to have.]

When the thought that was small enough to touch my knee approached me with a bland answer and reached out to me saying, “It’s a trick, but…”, this time, a different memory came flooding back to me.

It was a memory of countless heroes and gods that was worn and worn here and there, but somehow had some form.

Some people face tragedy, some have a happy ending, and some die without achieving their goals but with a sense of satisfaction. In each of those memories, I felt an untouchable era, but what really caught my attention was not those past events, but the memories themselves.

It’s different from when I just saw people’s memories.

Mr. Sanyeom’s memories were close to being torn apart in pieces.

The memories she holds are just a few dozen pieces out of hundreds of millions of puzzle pieces. The mere recognition of this fact is a loss so vast that it is difficult for me, as a mortal, to bear.

Because of that, I can now understand why Mr. Sanyeom calls himself Sanyeom.

How on earth do I endure this sense of loss?

As that thought passes by, another part of my mind shrugs its shoulders as if it is no big deal.

That could be the case. It’s just a glimpse.

It was such an outrageous idea that it was considered legal to curse at oneself, but surprisingly, it was also Mr. Sanyeom’s idea.

[Well, I was trying to show you my memories, but I ended up looking so embarrassed.]

Saying that, Mr. Sanyeom smiles slightly and looks so peaceful.

It was a reaction I couldn’t understand, as I still retained human emotions, but it was also an understandable reaction, as I was already stepping into the divine realm.

[Anyway, what you just saw is exactly what you will lose if you go beyond the shackles of mortal life.]

And I couldn’t accept the ‘me’ that understood Sanyeomnim.

Ascension is not simply a process of gaining greater powers. It is literally a process of the body becoming a spirit, transcending the mortal realm and becoming something new.

I, a mortal, wonder if that is really me, but I, who am immersed in the divine realm, say that it is not that important. It was only thanks to the help of Sanyeomnim that I was able to compare and see the two distinctly different perceptions.

Many people in Sanyeom’s memories were unable to stand at this boundary and moved on to the next.

They didn’t understand what they were losing and didn’t even regret it. If it weren’t for Sanim, I might have been the same.

“thank you·”

[It’s nothing compared to the help you gave me. So what can I do?]

“As you know”

You must really know, as I read your memories and the opposite is possible.

“I’m not interested in ascension, so please help me out.”

[Okay·]

As if to prove this, Mr. Sanyeom readily accepted my request without any questions or doubts.