Chapter 146: Goodbye (2)
I folded the letter.
Did you finish? What does it say?
Just some pointless doodles.
I smiled and handed the letter to Jenna.
As Jenna read through the letter,
Sis.
She began to sob, burying her head in the display case.
Im going ahead.
I quickly left the storage.
Passing through the square, I headed back to my room in the dorm. I locked the door and sat down on a chair.
Ha.
It hurts more than I thought.
More than any pain Ive ever experienced.
My head felt like it was going to burst.
Iselle.
[Oh?]
Iselle appeared with a light.
Dead heroes
I stopped mid-sentence.
Why am I asking?! I already know! They cant be revived.
I, a top ranker of Pick Me Up, knew this best.
[They can be revived.]
Iselle pushed forward her chest.
[If you clear up to the 100th floor, a destroyed world will be reborn. Heroes live a new life there. They might lose their memories, though.]
Is that so?
[Yes. I heard it directly from the manager.]
Good.
I waved my hand.
Iselle circled around me once and then disappeared into light.
I didnt know.
It was a fact I hadnt known.
I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes.
The ring on my left hand was emitting a black light.
Yurnet?
Somehow. Ive also awakened.
Indeed.
I had succeeded in breaking through a crucial gateway known as the limit.
I smirked.
What?
Are you joking? Running away now?
Dont ever say that again.
Yurnets voice faded.
I continued.
Sorry. I dont seem to be in a good mood.
I recalled.
The five of them from Niflheimr werent always in the same party from the start. Each experienced numerous deaths of comrades in different parties. It was during those times that they came together as one.
Of course. What do you take me for?
Its just a days retreat.
When tomorrow comes, when its tomorrow
I will forget.
No.
I need to bury it.
So deep in my heart that it never resurfaces.
Nothing changes. Ill climb the tower.
Good to know.
Yurnets voice faded.
I took a deep breath.
After a while,
[Welcome to Pick Me Up!]
Anytng logged in.
[Loading completed.]
[T O U C H ! (Select)]
Entering the main screen, Anytng immediately moved the waiting rooms display.
My sitting place was zoomed in. Then Anytng continued with the next operation.
[Gift Shop!]
[Purchasing Warhorse Statue for 5,000 gold.]
[Purchasing Wreath for 3,000 gold.]
[Purchasing Flower Necklace for 1,000 gold.]
Huh?
[Beginning item synthesis!]
[Selected materials Warhorse Statue, Wreath, Flower Necklace]
[Finished item Unknown]
[Proceed with synthesis?]
[Yes(Select) / No]
[Clatter clatter!]
[Fairy Power!]
[Good!]
[Synthesis complete!]
[Youve obtained Mourning Warhorse Statue.]
[Gifting Mourning Warhorse Statue to Han().]
A light flickered in front of me, and the warhorse statue fell.
I caught the statue. The horses head was adorned with a white wreath, and its neck was wrapped with a necklace made of flowers.
Mourning Warhorse Statue?
Anytng seemed to be watching my reaction, not moving the screen.
I burst into laughter, finding it absurd. To think of doing something like this.
I stood up from the chair.
I walked over and placed the Mourning Warhorse Statue on the display stand.
It stood out among the other statues.
Mourning.
Can you mourn the heroes within the game?
As Loki, I couldnt. I treated the heroes who died during missions as mere expendables.
Interesting.
I rearranged the placement.
Next to the central Mourning Warhorse Statue, other statues seemed to be galloping.
[Playing storage records.]
[Selected hero Eloka()]
Elokas illustration and status window popped up.
Eloka was smiling confidently as always.
Anytng watched that unchanged screen for a long time.
Wait for me.
It wont take long.
Just a few more floors. Just up to the 100th floor. Just a brief moment of patience.
As Anytng disconnected and dawn passed into the deep night,
I watched her picture.
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