Chapter 210. Tears Of Sorrow (2)
“If I win. Hmm. What should I ask for? Ah, I know. How about not holding your hand for 24 hours?”
“······Are you telling me to die?”
“Is that how much you like me······?”
“······If we, our. body, falls apart. We die.”
“You said you wouldn’t lose? Then it doesn’t matter what the penalty is, right?”
“······That’s true.”
“So what’s your request?”
“······If I, win. All day long, no······ Don’t, touch. That man.”
“Huh? Me touch you?”
Confused, Myeong tilted his head.
Myeong, who had been laughing at the impossibility of it, was shocked to realize that his hand had naturally gone up to Eugene’s shoulder and was patting it friendly.
‘What the? This can’t be happening.’
Myeong was originally the type to wait for the other person to approach rather than approach them first.
That’s why he had never made physical contact like this before······.
What should he say?
For some reason, this man felt comfortable.
He could tell instinctively.
This man is harmless.
Harmless doesn’t mean he’s a nerd who doesn’t notice or doesn’t know women, but he had a vague feeling that he would be harmless to me.
‘It’s annoying.’
Why do I feel this way?
It’s unpleasant.
He’s definitely someone I’m meeting for the first time, but the distance feels strangely close.
Myeong forcibly widened the distance again and prepared for the battle with Mijung.
“······Head, breaks. Side, loses.”
“What, great!”
With a somewhat murderous voice, Mijung leaped forward and ran.
Her already heated head had long since cooled down.
All personal feelings were excluded.
Although the beginning of the fight was due to petty pride, it was not really the case.
Since they had decided to act together, it was essential to verify their abilities.
They also needed to know how much power their fellow crew members had.
In the worst case, they might have to face each other if they were betrayed.
“······Ugh.”
“What?!”
Kwaang!
Mijung’s bat, which flew at an incredible speed, hit the ground.
Blinny’s wooden club (strengthened +1), which had the same strength as a holy sword, was instantly enveloped in Mijung’s magic power!
Myeong tried to dodge it by leisurely taking a step back, but he had to doubt his own eyes when he saw the ground beneath his feet collapse.
‘She’s not an ordinary vampire?’
She’s using her own magic power.
Even though she can’t absorb magic power because she’s not a living body, she’s still at that level.
Only then did Myeong understand why the relationship between that man and the girl vampire was so close.
She’s a cider who has been practicing for a long time by drawing magic power from a man.
It would be strange if they weren’t close.
“hehehe. You’re pretty good? I thought you were a little vampire, but I guess you’re quite old?”
“······You, just now. You found out-“
“Are you about 100 years old? How old was Miss Transylvania······? Anyway, she was very powerful, but you don’t seem to be at that level, so 200 years old?”
“······You’re dead.”
“Ah! Why! I just acknowledged your skills?!”
Hwarreuk!
All the remaining heat inside Mijung began to burn.
A clear murderous intent poured out.
The soft thought of just looking at her skills had long since been expelled from Mijung’s mind.
She must crush him.
She must make him know who’s above and who’s below.
That was all that was on Mijung’s mind right now.
Kwaang!
Mijung kicked the ground and jumped again.
Myeong’s eyes trembled at the momentum and speed that were clearly different from before.
How could such power come from such a small body?
Even with the body of a vampire?
Since her body was already dead, there would be no blood or magic power flowing through her body.
The only thing that helped her use magic power was a small ring on her finger.
The performance of the magic stone seemed to be good, but even if it was the best of the best, it would be impossible to produce that level of power.
What the hell?
What’s the secret to that power?
What did I miss?
‘Crazy! Blood! It’s flowing?!’
Belatedly, Myeong examined the flow of magic power in detail and shivered.
Magic power was flowing through Mijung’s body!
Was it just magic power?
Magic power and blood were circulating through Mijung’s body together.
How is this possible with the body of a dead vampire······?The chaotic gaze of the nameless one turned towards the man.
The man had bite marks all over his body, on his hands, arms, legs, and neck.
“Anit?! How much blood did you suck!!!”
“······Alpa?”
That man’s blood!
The speed at which the blood dried up and was converted into energy in the vampire’s body was slower than the speed at which it was drunk and accumulated in the body.
That’s why it must have become enough to circulate in the body and use magic power.
It was terrifying at this point.
To suck the blood of a vampire as if it were a living body and be fine······?
And that the blood is specialized for using magic power for vampires?
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It seemed like this person was born to be a blood bag for vampires.
If he had been a little less lucky, he might have been a slave to the murderer and sucked his blood.
It was fortunate that he had a small vampire as a companion.
“I’m so burdened······!”
Bang! Bang!
The ground shook every time Mijung jumped.
Myeong was trying to avoid it in his own way, but the amount of magic power he was using was different, so he was gradually catching up.
Since he had to attack with magic, he couldn’t pour all his magic power into escaping.
‘Is it now?’
Myeong watched Mijung, dodging here and there as if he were bullfighting.
When should he fire to be most effective?
The moment Myeong was thinking about it.
Mijung’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the fact that he kept touching the club.
“······Annoying, me.”
“What?!”
Kookwakwakwa!
A blue flame erupted from Mijung’s fingertips, and a huge pillar of fire rose.
‘You’re using magic too?!’
He barely dodged it, but he took damage.
It was mental damage.
If the distance was short, he would be hit by the club, and if the distance was long, he would be hit by the flame.
How could a vampire be such an all-purpose combat machine?
Myeong was now at the stage of pure admiration.
“Seup. Now I’m a little greedy.”
“······Disgusting.”
Myeong, who had retreated greatly, began to use magic power while touching the ground with his hand.
The counterattack begins.
Mijung, who sensed this, rushed in.
‘What kind of magic should I use? 5th-order telekinesis? 6th-order spell reversal?’
He wasn’t an opponent that could be stopped by the output of telekinesis.
It would be nice to try to reverse the opponent’s fire magic with spell reversal, but judging by the opponent’s agility, it seemed that he would simply dodge it while the magic was being reversed.
Then 8th-order magic is······.
‘It won’t work.’
The magic circle that had been smashed like tofu by that man was 8th-order magic.
It was likely that it would be destroyed by his little companion as well.
Since 8th-order magic would drain his magic power once used, he couldn’t use it if there was even the slightest risk of it being destroyed.
‘Then I have no choice but to use that······!’
There was only one answer.
The magic that allowed Myeong to be recognized as a great magician.
It was time to use magic that was worthy of being called ‘great magic’.
‘I’ve always had a natural talent for dealing with souls.’
How he came to have such a talent was a mystery.
Did he touch something like a magic stone that could be converted into a soul in the past?
Anyway, the moment Myeong touched a soul, he was literally invincible.
However, that was only when he could access the other person’s soul.
Most people’s souls are hidden deep inside, so it was not easy to use this ability during combat.
What if the opponent is a vampire without a soul?
You can’t handle a soul that doesn’t exist.
However, what if you create a soul?
It was a great magic that started from such an idea.
He had been ridiculed and despised for being able to do such a thing.
But Myeong did it.
The magic that was completed.
“Spirit Redemption!”
“······!”
Passusut!
The magic circle that had been carved in advance from the ground that Mijung stepped on began to appear.
Only then did Mijung realize that he was trapped in the magic circle.
Before he could even think of subduing the caster, an enormous amount of magic power was sucked into Mijung’s chest.
“······?”
And then thump.
Just for a moment.
For a moment, but the heart that had stopped for a long time beat once.
The magic power changed into an unknown form and began to take on a strange shape.
Mijung also had it once.It becomes something that resembles a soul without end.
Old memories pass by briefly every once in a while.
The blood vessels throughout her body wriggle and her body warms up.
Her chest throbs with a stinging sensation.
It was a physiological reaction that followed her emotions.
“······Ah!”
Mijung hunched over, clutching her chest.
Before she knew it, the magic power that had filled Mijung’s body had all lost its form and scattered away.
However, the sensation that had just controlled Mijung still remained, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.
It was only for a very, very short while.
It wasn’t like anything had changed drastically just because she had gained something like a soul.
Nevertheless, Mijung couldn’t control this sh*tty feeling at all.
The feeling of being alive.
The feeling she had forgotten and lived without until now.
After such a long time······.
It had been a really long time since she had felt that way.
That’s why, ironically, the realization that she was dead right now hit her hard, and her body suddenly felt even colder.
“······Uwaaah!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Mijung burst into tears.
It was the first time.
Tears that weren’t shed for someone else.
Tears shed out of sorrow for her own death.