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The sharply honed scythe blade scattered the light of aura, and the scythe handle, extended like a snake’s tail, rampaged across the battlefield, sweeping away the enemies.
I never forgot that this place wasn’t reality but a dream, yet I was in the midst of fully realizing the surreal nature of this dream.
The number of Inquisitors surrounding and attacking me was endless. It made no sense that the Inquisitors, who were supposed to be a small elite group from the Holy City, were now in legion numbers.
And it was not normal that Muriel Filije, who only appears from the 40th regression onward, was standing right in front of me.
The dream had long since abandoned the historical accuracy of the 17th regression timeline.
No, before dwelling on these details, there was a more significant variable.
‘That would be me.’
Because I am the one who should not exist in the 17th regression.
I kept cutting down the…