Damned 13th Regression – 263



<Regression number 13 is damn right, episode 263>

<Joo Gong-hyeok. You have gained permanent integrity. Eternal and infinite durability. This is a very powerful tool. Based on that let’s predict what the eternal struggle is.>

1. In a space where the owner cannot escape unless he is defeated like Azazel’s “Battlefield.”

2. If you never give in no matter how much you are destroyed.

3. If only there was a power source that could infinitely regenerate and continue the battle even if it was destroyed.

= With his one sacrifice he can bind the Demon King and the ten Joo Gong-hyeok forever.

Joo Gong-hyeok who has grown to the 88th floor is stronger than he is now.

If you get the help of the Dimensional Machine summon Eindorf indefinitely and provide a means to regenerate infinitely anywhere and not be subdued by the 10 Joo Gong-hyeok.

An eternal standoff in which neither side wins nor loses.

Eternal struggle is possible.

<There are several possible candidates for perpetual motion power. With the cooperation of angels or by secretly connecting Babel’s power you will be able to fight until Babel collapses. I heard from the GM that if I get Old Father’s help I can fool him at least once more. You would know better than me. However there is one element of anxiety.>

‘mentality.’

Joo Gong-hyeok will forever repeat the hellish battle in a closed space.

You must fight tirelessly in the face of absolute inferiority and constantly hinder the Demon King from escaping the “battlefield” by other means.

The human mind is weaker than human thoughts.

Even after hundreds of years of pain and despair humans transform into completely different people.

If you decide to do it it won’t take hundreds of years.

After just a few hours of torture humans become different from before.

No matter how determined a person is their will and mental strength almost disappear when they go through a series of tortures that involve drilling into their skull cutting out their eyes driving dozens of spikes into their body and exploding firecrackers in their ears.

‘For hundreds and thousands of years humans have their skulls blown off their limbs crushed and their whole bodies broken and broken again but they stand up and fight again…’

He is a hero who only appears in very special stories.

Joo Gong-hyeok was well aware of his limitations.

No matter how long it lasts for 100 years it is a lie to say that it can last longer.

It is a ‘mistaken belief’ that one can do it.

<Bipedal organism Joo Gong-hyeok. Are you afraid of pain?>

Vulcan’s golden lenses observed Joo Gong-hyeok.

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<Are you not sure about enduring pain that will last forever? Are you not confident enough to fight a repetitive battle that will last forever? If so I will turn you into a spirit and fight on your behalf.>

“······.”

<Since the beginning the principles of our Gisin tribe have been consistent. In this ‘minimum cost maximum happiness’ the Gishin tribe was born.>

Giiiiiiing—

Vulcan carved out a metal box with a cross drawn on it.

<Organism. If you want I will make a ‘coffin’ for you. It is a very special item that we once used when it was organic. While your ego sleeps in the coffin you will become a spirit and be reborn.>

Gishin tribe.

They had a highly developed civilization that spread power across the universe beyond the galaxy and they have been at war repeatedly for a very long time.

It is unknown when and for what reason the first war began.

They have been killing each other for a long time.

Religion History Multiple Colonies Strategy Resource Wormhole Occupation Galactic Pioneering Federation Formation Anti-Galactic Empire Front…

The reasons to kill each other have been piling up since ancient times.

Wars large and small continued for generations and most wars were all-out wars that did not end until one side was destroyed.

Parents died leaving only sadness and tears for their children who had just been born and when young children with no relatives were old enough to ride on weapons they were placed in steel coffins and sent to the battlefield.

However the war consumes enormous resources and as all resources from the center of the galaxy to its extremities are consumed the war gradually subsides.

After a long time the flame that heated the universe went out and only nothing remained.

The flame that heated the universe went out and only nothing remained.

Those who survived in this bleak world and bleak universe made a promise.

Let’s stop fighting and recreate the happy world of happy times.

Let’s achieve ultimate peace.

An electronic world personal matrix that achieves maximum happiness for individuals.

Capsules were distributed to each planet and everyone entered the Personal Matrix through the capsules.

The capsule constantly repaired and maintained their bodies and they fell asleep comfortably in the virtual world.

How much time has passed?

After eons organic matter including the brain gradually wears away and disappears leaving only the immortal body in the coffin.

Their consciousness drifted forever in a virtual world replaying their predetermined happiness.

They left no more descendants or engaged in any other activities.

From the outside they looked like mummies who had died in steel coffins.

Gigi Geek—

A steel coffin that had not been opened for a long time opened and an immortal body stood up.

He looked back at the countless rows of steel coffins.

‘Is this the end of our species?’

A completely private space built because we didn’t want to hurt each other.

I thought about my compatriots living there forever.

‘Is this the end of intelligent life?’

Minimum cost maximum happiness.

A world where everyone is happy forever where maximum individual happiness is achieved at minimum cost.

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Is it the final evolution of living things that will cool down until the destruction of the universe in quiet eternal stability without changing or hurting?

‘….’

Tens of thousands of years later he came to a conclusion.

“It is impossible to know due to lack of data.”

He eventually researched the history and biological data of all races that existed in the universe.

That wasn’t enough even though I searched through experimental data from numerous virtual universes in the Personal Matrix I still couldn’t come to a conclusion.

‘Where is the end of intelligent beings?’

Is the end of intelligent beings to do nothing?

Will we cease to think about the end of intelligent beings?

The end of life is from birth to death.

The end of things is to appear and disappear.

Will intelligence arise brilliantly like fire and then extinguish leaving behind only a pile of pale ashes?

The immortal body stopped thinking and uttered a voice for the first time.

“Finding the answer.”

He achieved ultimate peace and awakened immortals who had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years.

The brain had already rotted away and was enjoying fresh play in the virtual world but the immortal body was equipped with a higher thinking organ to replace it.

“Integration is over. Divide. Collect data. “Once the data is gathered reintegrate it.”

The first spirit the First Order gave the order.

“Find the answer to the end of intelligent existence.”

A tomb planet lined with billions of steel tubes.

Thousands of spirits arose there.

The Gishin race spread throughout the universe settling into each galaxy and planet and continuing their own experiments.

After the First Order’s order the Gishin tribe repeated integration and division until they found an answer…

To find the answer they abandoned their world and tried to take control of Babel.

Vulcan spread his arms and spoke proudly.

<Organism Joo Gong-hyeok. Pleasure and happiness will last forever in the coffin and the memories until now will be dismissed as mere daydreams…>

“Stop giving a damn.”

Vulcan’s thinking circuit malfunctioned at the sincere tone of voice with a hint of murderous intent and he reacted in shock like an organic creature.

<What is the reason for rejecting this reasonable deal?>

“Reasonable shit… Stop talking nonsense before you really kill the gang. “I’ve gotten so many deals like that that I think I’m going to get sick of it.”

Joo Gong-hyeok left the workbench with a bored look on his face and lay down on the sofa.

God eats warriors who have lost their will to fight and steals the bodies of those who despair in the abyss.

That’s what an avatar is.

It preys on humans who have lost their sense of self or asks them to make a trade.

Earth’s avatars are better but gods from other dimensions including Vulcan are poor.

The moment Joo Gong-hyeok loses his will to fight Jecheon Daeseong or La Jehuti will not quietly follow Joo Gong-hyeok’s orders.

Nathaniel watched quietly grabbed his bangs hung upside down and said.

= That guy didn’t have bad intentions either. I think he was worried in his own way.

“….”

Nathaniel is right.

From Vulcan’s point of view he is merely suggesting one of the reasonable solutions.

It is also the most feasible method.

However Vulcanus’ proposal fatally conflicted with Joo Gong-hyeok’s beliefs.

“I am. Never entrust the fate of the world to others. I feel like I’m going to get stabbed in the back in the end. and….”

= And?

Joo Gong-hyeok laughed.

“I have to give the ending I want. “I don’t like leaving that kind of shit to others and living happily alone.”

= ….

Nathaniel thought.

As Ha Yeon-si said Joo Gong-hyeok is too stubborn and tries to live righteously.

Even if it is in a distorted way.

* * *

“The challengers will be the first to enter the 12th floor.”

Zoroaster reported to Joo Gong-hyeok who was scribbling away in his office.

Joo Gong-hyeok who was resting his chin on one side looked away lazily.

“Are you finally here?”

“Yes finally. “Once they pass the 12th floor there will be no work for a while.”

“So who is it?”

“This is a group led by Iron Cow Duke Gerion and Predator Mosungin.”

“Mojungin?”

Joo Gong-hyeok asked after hearing the name.

“That’s Mystiltein the one you received as a reward for the 10th floor a while ago right?”

“yes. you’re right. Among the eight final rewards for the devil contractor…”

Joo Gong-hyeok slowly stood up.

“I’ll go.”

“yes?”

“I’m going there myself.”

Zoroaster was puzzled.

‘I can’t believe I’ll take on the chore of explaining the mission.’

I didn’t understand why he usually entrusted me with all kinds of miscellaneous tasks but then suddenly said he would do it himself.

But Zoroaster quickly nodded.

There was no need to criticize a boss who was famous for his nasty temper.

“All right. The mission to be carried out on the 12th floor this time is….”

“go away. “I’ll take care of it.”

Documents related to the 12th floor that were given to Joo Gong-hyeok spilled out onto the office floor.

Zoroaster knelt down and hurriedly gathered the documents.

“You should at least get the compensation related to Gonghyuk in advance….”

Joo Gong-hyeok’s eyes narrowed.

“Fuck off.”

Break!

Joo Gong-hyeok’s toes disappeared.

At the same time Zoroaster’s head fell into hundreds of pieces and scattered.

The body with its head blown off spun around and fell to the floor staining the documents with blood and convulsing.

Joo Gong-hyeok who had defeated Zoroaster squatted down and lifted a blood-soaked document.

“Total number of people: 10711? Then the mission should be roughly 10000 to 1. huh?”

Joo Gong-hyuk turned his gaze.

This is because Zoroaster who had been convulsing with his joints grotesquely bent stood up.

Headless Zoroaster bowed with blood gushing from his lower jaw opened the door to his office and hurried out.

“Was the body somewhere other than the head?”

It’s not uncommon for a devil to be as strong as a thousand knights.

I destroyed it because it was obvious that it would continue to attack me and I didn’t intend to kill it.

However I felt a sense of discomfort somewhere.

‘The feeling of hitting is strangely dirty.’

I thought about following him and killing him but I soon stopped caring.

Before meeting ten thousand demons I had to change the settings on the 12th floor and prepare to meet them in a new dungeon.

“Like the Devil’s Tower let’s go into hell mode.”

There were long red footprints in the hallway as I walked through the puddle of Zoroaster’s blood.