Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 309. Epilogue 2 – Niflheimr (Part 1)

Aaron looked down beneath the iron railing.

The vast plaza of Townia’s waiting room. People stood in groups of twos and threes, each entering different dimensional gates.

‘Was this the dispersal ceremony?’

Aaron’s grip on the railing tightened.

Half a month ago, the news had spread across all servers—that Möbius’s headquarters had been overrun by someone.

And then… the broken world had been restored as if it were a lie.

Just on this floor alone, there were at least hundreds of heroes gathered.

Similar things were likely happening in every waiting room.

Under the guidance of Möbius staff, the heroes were being returned to the places they had lived.

As long as they entered that dimensional gate, they could return to their original homes.

Of course, the heroes would lose their memories of the waiting room, and remnants of the fragments would still be scattered throughout the regenerated world, but compared to the days when enemies ceaselessly broke through the wall, their current condition was like heaven and earth.

“You’re not going back?”

Aaron turned to the boy standing next to him.

A boy with violet eyes, wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and a flat cap pulled down low. A long spear was slung diagonally across his back.

He was a member of Niflheimr’s 13th floor and Aaron’s master—his name was Myuden Neidelk.

It had been a week since Möbius headquarters fell.

Myuden had remained in Townia with Aaron, volunteering as an administrator.

“You said you had a younger sister. What was her name again? Nana?”

“It’s Nina.”

“Ah, right. Nina. Sorry about that. I’m getting old, so I don’t remember things well these days.”

Myuden scratched his cheek and laughed.

“The Master handled things well. Somehow, everything got resolved. Anyway, are you not thinking of going back home? Your sister must be waiting desperately for you.”

Aaron didn’t respond to his master’s words.

A strange feeling was circling in his chest.

“Kid.”

“Yes.”

“Do you regret joining under me?”

“What… do you mean?”

“You went through all that hardship rolling on dirt floors, and yet never even got to swing your spear properly.”

Aaron remained silent.

If I had just been a little faster.

It would be a lie to say he’d never thought that.

‘I was… too late.’

He had set out on a journey to be of help to his brother, but the timing hadn’t worked out.

By the time he returned to Taonier, everything was already at its end.

‘Brother didn’t leave me any last words.’

If only he had returned sooner, and been by his brother’s side…

If only he had earned his trust…

Then maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

“You’re not answering. Must’ve been the right guess.”

“No, Master! It was my fault. I was just slow to learn. You did your best. If I had just worked harder, if I hadn’t slacked off, maybe I could’ve stopped Brother.”

“How were you going to stop someone who was determined to go? Were you planning to crack him on the back of the head with your spear?”

Myuden shrugged.

“Well, if it weren’t for that man, we’d all be dead. It was a tearful sacrifice. Whether you can accept it or not, the fact is—we all survived thanks to the Master.”

Aaron let out a sigh.

‘Even so…’

He had already heard from Yurnet about what had become of his brother.

He had begun an endless battle with the fragments, caught in twisted time and space.

‘I wasn’t enough.’

Aaron clenched his fist.

To gain the strength that would satisfy him, years—no, countless efforts were needed.

Too many to even list.

At long last,

Aaron had awakened, but the one he had to protect was already gone.

‘If only I’d been faster.’

He should have skipped sleep, meals, even breath.

If only he had reached enlightenment sooner—

‘I’m sorry.’

He had been given a chance to become stronger, yet his own shortcomings had betrayed that expectation.

Endless regret gnawed at his heart.

“You’re looking all slumped. Doesn’t look good.”

“But…”

“Haven’t I told you? That’s a bad habit—blaming yourself all the time. It’s okay to live with your head held high. Even in all of Möbius, there are probably only a handful of people who can match spears with you. Including me.”

“Isn’t power useless now? Brother is gone, and Townia has returned. My spear has… lost its direction.”

“Useless, huh…”

Myuden repeated Aaron’s words and smiled faintly.

“Well, you’re right. Now that the game is closed, the mission is over. Who knows if there’ll ever be another chance to wield a weapon. Even our Niflheimr got what it wanted.”

Aaron knew what Myuden meant.

The Bifröst, abandoned by Loki. By harnessing the interference power of that black magic sword, Niflheimr could sustain its waiting room for at least several hundred more years. Compared to other accounts that had vanished after losing connection with the Master, they were in a much better position. Those others had been forcibly returned to their own worlds.

“If you’re going back, hurry up. This place will disappear soon. Once a dimensional gate closes, opening it again is hell.”

“I…”

“What regrets are keeping you here?”

Myuden met Aaron’s gaze.

The boy’s violet eyes shimmered with an unreadable emotion.

“You said you wanted to see the end. I didn’t stop you. If it was your choice, then accept its consequences.”

“…”

“The Han Israt you knew is already dead. By now, the Master has probably become a specter on the edge. That too was his choice. That man left without even talking to us.”

Aaron lowered his head.

His master’s words sounded harsh at first, but they weren’t wrong.

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