I’m Just an Ordinary Clown at the Academy chapter 55

55 – Nightmare 8

When the first intruder appeared, Mordor didn’t show any concern.

Mordor had lived for over a hundred years. That much time allowed him to gauge the opponent’s skills well.

Two intruders. All of them were quite strong, but I could handle them leisurely.

The thoughts in my head seemed like quite reasonable words.

Lately, it had been difficult to find a decent corpse, so it was fortunate that things were going well.

However, for some reason, only one intruder had entered.

I considered him arrogant, and an interesting thought crossed my mind.

I would kill this guy and turn him into a subordinate to deal with the intruders outside.

‘It should be interesting.’

Experimenting with those little brats had become tiresome, so this was a welcome turn of events.

“Mordor.”

If there was a problem, it was that he knew too much about Death Heaven.

The first time he mentioned his name.

Vetso. I thought it was the conceited guy who sent him.

‘Arrogance, he’s just sitting there because of his age. He’s weaker than me, isn’t he?’

The shame of a necromancer who knows nothing about the greatness and solemnity of a necromancer in the theme of necromancy.

A scum who entered Death Heaven just because he managed to survive.

Mordor originally didn’t plan to enter Death Heaven.

Gathering together like that. He thought it was the behavior of ignorant humans who were not chosen.

‘Weak.’

But after seeing the skills of the leader of Death Heaven, he changed his mind.

That person was a true necromancer and the god of death.

He appeared suddenly, more formidable than any necromancer.

To the extent of seizing the entire continent immediately.

He repeated it several times. Swallow the continent.

But he always rejected with the same words.

“It’s not the time yet. Wait.”

The only command he gave.

Do not attract attention.

That’s why I secretly collected corpses.

It was easy to obtain the corpses of insignificant humans.

“Really, you’re giving this much for it?”

With just money, you could quickly acquire people.

Tired of acquiring through money, there were times when I obtained them in different ways.

He knew a lot, not just his name.

His rank. Beta’s rank. He even knew his own ability; it wasn’t surprising.

“Could there be a traitor among us?”

No, that couldn’t be.

He had formed an ‘unbreakable contract.’

“I’ll play with him and gather information.”

Although the technique of changing the face of faceless corpses into the face of someone important to him, which was his specialty, didn’t work.

If he only had that skill, he would have died long ago.

Bodies dedicated to battle were summoned.

Each corpse possessed the power of a large-scale demon.

However, the young one showed no fear at the sight of these corpses.

Silence.

Chilling.

A moment of ominous feeling.

It felt like a long time ago, similar to the sensation of defeat in war.

“A nightmare.”

As the youngster spoke, mist enveloped the entire laboratory.

The summoned corpses disappeared, leaving only the youngster and oneself in the laboratory.

“Is this an illusion spell?”

Illusion magic.

A magic that manipulates the opponent’s mind and senses, making them see illusions.

“Do you think I would fall for such a basic illusion spell?”

The dispelling method for illusion magic is simple.

Channel mana to the head.

However, for some reason, even when channeling mana to the head, the mist did not dissipate.

What Loki used was not illusion but phantasm.

It was closer to creating something out of thin air than making the opponent see something.

Yet, Modor couldn’t grasp anything about Loki.

“Tsk.”

Mordor clicked his tongue, licked his lips, and attempted once again to summon the corpses.

Thud!

However, even as he struck the ground with his staff, no corpses emerged.

“What on earth have I done….”

Phew.

Mordor paused mid-sentence.

His head had fallen off.

Literally, his head had fallen to the ground.

The fallen face on the ground matched his own.

Huh?

Momentarily confused, he felt the location where his face should be with his hands.

Fortunately, his face was still intact.

Blood?

But his hands were stained with blood.

The more he felt his face, the more blood he found on his hands.

“Noooargh!”

Before he could assess the situation, a scream echoed. It sounded exactly like his own voice.

He turned his head towards the source of the scream.

“It’s hot! It’s hot! It’s hot! Save me! Save me!”

Twitch.

There, someone was screaming, engulfed in flames.

Mordor bowed his head and examined the body.

Crackle, crackle.

The body was on fire.

Huh?

But it wasn’t hot at all.

However, the skin had turned black.

Crackle.

The smell of flesh burning filled the air.

Yet, there was no sense of pain.

Thud.

The blackened skin fell to the ground.

No pain was felt.

“Water, water!”

Still, he shouted.

If he stayed like this, he would burn to death!

Sizzle.

He bowed his head and checked the body.

The fire clinging to the body had completely extinguished.

However, the skin was completely charred and peeled.

Even though the fire had all gone out, the skin did not return to its original state.

“…Sto…mach…hurts.”

A weak voice was heard.

This time, it sounded just like his own voice.

There he was, looking like he could starve to death.

He was so frail that bones seemed to pierce through the skin.

“Wow! There’s something to eat!”

An out-of-place child’s voice echoed in the situation.

Upon hearing the mention of food, he, who felt like he could starve to death, raised his head.

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“Look, there’s something to eat here!”

The child pointed to something unfamiliar.

“Huh?”

Upon hearing that, instinctively, he took a step back.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

He saw himself, who seemed like he could starve to death, running toward him. It pounced on him.

Something in his own form opened its mouth wide and bit into his flesh. It kept tearing, chewing, swallowing.

While being torn apart, he felt no pain, but he saw his flesh being torn with his eyes and heard the sound of flesh being chewed with his ears.

“aaahhh!!!”

Continuously torn apart, his lower body disappeared.

The entity, now completely tearing apart the lower body, finally seemed satisfied before departing.

“Ughhhhh.”

At the sound, Morodor flinched and turned toward the direction of the noise.

“You guys!!”

Then, a grin. Because there lay a corpse, the kind Morodor used.

“For now, get out……….”

Morodor’s words couldn’t finish. A corpse had thrust a knife into Morodor’s body.

“Huh?”

Another corpse chopped off an arm with an axe.

The arm flew off, and blood sprayed like a fountain.

“aaargh!!!!!!”

From behind, more corpses appeared.

They were the children Morodor had created as a joke.

“What are you looking at!”

The children didn’t wield any weapons.

As they were deemed useless, Morodor hadn’t given them any weapons.

Dozens of children opened their mouths wide.

Morodor remembered seeing himself devouring flesh.

“No, no!”

Dozens of children tore Morodor apart.

Everything except the head disappeared.

The corpses finally vacated their positions.

“Ugh……….”

At some point, Morodor found himself making a sound akin to the corpses he had created.

Thud.

A single clump of dirt fell in front of Morodor’s eyes.

Morodor looked up.

“aaah!!”

And he was horrified.

A mountain was falling from above his head.

Morodor tried to escape somehow, but a Morodor without arms and legs couldn’t escape.

“S-Save me!!!”

All Morodor could do was stare at the mountain falling on his head.

‘I’m going to die!’

Morodor had faced the brink of death several times.

But he had never died.

In a short span, Morodor experienced his neck being severed, burning in flames, being consumed by fire, and being struck by swords and axes.

There was nothing special about Morodor, who dealt with death here.

Just a pathetic old man struggling to survive.

Quaaang!!!

The sand fell onto Morodor’s head.

Morodor closed his eyes.

However, he felt nothing.

Morodor opened his eyes again.

His arms and legs were intact.

He checked his body.

It was clean, without any injuries.

“…A dream?”

“What happened?”

Morodor looked in the direction of the voice.

There stood the person he admired, the top-ranked idol in Death Heaven.

“That… was a dream, or rather a nightmare.”

The person hmphed and said, “Really? But wasn’t that not a dream?”

“What?”

As soon as the words finished, a sound was heard.

Thud.

His head fell to the ground.

It matched his own face.

Confusion.

Uncertainty.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

Hwalyuk.

His body was engulfed in flames.

There was nothing he could do.

Not a physical death.

But a death of the mind.

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Loki stared at Mordor with emotionless eyes.

It had been an hour since he used the technique.

At some point, Mordor couldn’t make a sound, only trembling uncontrollably.

Loki seemed tired.

To create a fantasy, you have to imagine and create everything.

The potion allowed me to endure for an hour, but I couldn’t help the throbbing in my head.

Thump, thump.

Feeling his mana depleted, Loki walked over to Mordor.

Swoosh.

He inserted the swordstick and drew a dagger from the void.

It was the dagger he used to kill those kids.

“Die.”

Shoo.

Loki stabbed Mordor in the head with the dagger.

Mordor couldn’t even scream.

Mordor, 8th in the Death Heaven rankings.

Death.