6. Metamorphosis
6. Round bone metamorphosis
Orien landed on the ground feeling dizzy.
Shimma finally exhausted all his strength and collapsed. There were no more variables in the yard where the exorcism was directly hit. Because it was a technique that wiped out the imperial palace area, which was once infested with monsters, in one fell swoop.
“…..”
Orien, who promptly put away her momentary thought, looked up at the sky. She thought that the seal of the chairman would be completed sooner or later.
Anyway, he is a mysterious man. Where did she awaken such a mysterious ability, Orien didn’t know anything else, but she couldn’t match his sealing art. She was close to something completely different from magic or witchcraft.
“Hmm.”
Orien cleared the thick sand and dust with the wind at once. Then she was exposed to completely flattened ground. Simma, who was lying in the center, was wriggling and barely breathing.
Shiny.
In the meantime, Orien’s vision caught something that was bizarrely shining. It was on Shimma’s waist.
“That… “
It was a sword. It is clear that it will also be classified as a fairly famous sword.
I don’t know why she carried a cumbersome sword in the yard that turned into a monster, but Orien thought that it was also related to Alem’s heart, and approached.
Orien’s light steps drew closer, but Shimma held her breath and did not stop her. It was thanks to her knowledge that she would die if bitten by the woman in front of her, imprinted on her animal-like soul.
Orien pulled out the sword hanging from Shimma’s waist. Then, a group of pure white light emanated from her, and at the same time, there was a mysterious sound.
It was like an echo, repeating the same sound over and over again. Orien soon realized what the sword was shouting.
“Alem… ?”
Aside from how the sword made its own sound, it was a strange phenomenon that the sword repeated its owner’s name.
Orien spoke to her sword.
“Who are you?”
-Who are you!”
“Are you copying the words of this body?”
-Imitating words… !
Ego Sword’s voice was the same as Orien’s. Strangely, she didn’t feel like talking to a wall, although at first glance she could have thought she was just repeating it. She felt that she had an ego.
That was evident in the conversation that followed.
“Is your master’s name Alem?”
-Alem…
“Aha.”
Realizing her principle, Orien smiled. She absorbed this sword and her conversation, so she could repeat only what she wanted to send.
Smart.
“What is your name?”
She casually asked, and at the moment Orien tried to reshape her question.
-Me… Ari…
A voice that was altered to a woman’s voice that I had never heard before came out. The sword vibrated and vomited out her words.
-Echo… echo…
“Your name is Echo.”
Maybe she can even send out a voice stored in the past? Although she looks a little tough, I thought that with the Ego Sword, she could do that.
As Orien was about to choose her questions to further her story with this clever ego sword, she spoke in a woman’s voice whose echo had just flowed out.
The noisey voice was sobbing.
-I’m sorry… Alem… Sorry… Sorry… heheheheug…
“…..”
Orien listened to her.
However, there was no follow-up. The echo repeated the same owner’s name as before, like a broken radio.
“This far.”
Since this is an unstable image world, only what Alem experienced can be realized. I don’t believe in the ridiculous state of the mind sword and that monster-like body, but it was a real event, so it was such a mess in the image world until a while ago.
However, even in simple conversations, information that Alem has never experienced can never be learned through echoes.
“It’s too bad.”
Saying that, Orien put her echo back into the scabbard.
It was time to leave.
The voice of the chairman echoed from the sky.
“Orien. Shall we seal it together?”
“I don’t intend to become your collection.”
“Then get out of the way quickly.”
“Don’t rush me.”
This is how the nameless joint operation of the strongest people in the middle dimension came to an end.
The two returned to reality.
The mana that had been released up to level 10 was instantly downgraded to level 5, and Orien felt severely dizzy.
“Huh.”
After holding her breath for a while, she glared at the back of the chairman.
“Hey… This job is great… “
Chairman responded with only gestures.
“Yes, yes. I’ll take care of it for sure, so take a break for now. I still have a lot to do.”
Chairman, wearing sanitary gloves strewn about, immediately entered the operating room. He bumped into a doctor who was running around busily, not knowing that the chairman had entered.
“Ah… ! Chairman!”
Once he found the chairman, he immediately called the others.
“Ready! Everyone back now!”
At the same time, those who resided in the operating room escaped in perfect order. In an instant, only the sound of Alem’s rapid breathing existed in the noisy space.
Looking at Alem, who was breathing heavily as if she was going to die under the dazzlingly bright lights, the director muttered in a low voice.
“Hold on a little longer… “
A scroll turned completely black protruded from Alem’s temple. It was the scroll that the director used to seal Shimma in the world of images the other day. It was an unrealistic sight at first glance, but the chairman was calm.
Now, only the final stage of removing Shimma is ahead.
If Alem’s damaged organs were replaced with new ones and her blood vessels were newly pierced, so if pure mana could be filled, the Simma, which had been assimilated with the body and gnawed from the inside, would naturally fall off.
Of course, he couldn’t do anything about Simma’s mental part, but the chairman thought of leaving room for Alem to overcome it himself when he was ready someday.
“Where.”
The chairman took the earth stone out of his pocket and placed it on Alem’s lower abdomen.
As if he had struggled for quite some time, there were devastation around him. Not only Alem, who struggled in pain, but also the medical staff who had to deal with it must have had a hard time.
“It will hurt a lot from now on.”
In place of the dead dungeon, an earth stone will be transplanted to provide vitality to Alem’s body. From that point on, Alem’s body is reconstructed. Her bones will break and her flesh will melt, her organs and even the flowing blood will boil.
And the new bones, new flesh, and new blood that grew out of the stone of the earth will settle in a form more suitable for Alem than before. It’s kind of an optimization.
“There is no growth without a price in this world, Alem. If you want to go to a higher place someday… You will have to suffer more than now.”
The chairman pointed out the major bloodlines of Alem. Alem’s expression became more comfortable every time he pressed it. It was the calm before the storm.
From now on, it’s completely up to the two of you. The chairman who has to forcibly open someone else’s Mac and Alem who has to make it his own.
The operation was nearing its end.
**
Notebooks and pens were already lying on the ground.
A strange feeling began to hover over the pupils of the engineering students. It was because hope was slowly seeping into the operating room, which just a moment ago seemed hopeless.
I was astonished when I saw the sight of a person’s body melting and bones crushing themselves, but now I couldn’t help but be aware that such a series of processes were the process of reconstructing the body.
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Every time the chairman’s fingertips turned around along the complex bloodline, Alem’s body was noticeably growing. Blood and flesh welled up from the stone of the earth that had newly settled in Danjeon, which had lost its function. I don’t know how that is possible, but I just assumed it was the power of the spirits.
At that time, Alem’s voice, which had been crying out in pain, also died down. Rather, only the sound of the chairman’s sobbing could be heard from time to time.
Forcibly piercing another person’s veins and opening a path to magical power was something that would normally be unthinkable. It was because the moment he performed such a thing and operated it even a little immaturely, his and the opponent’s magical powers were twisted at the same time, and he fell into a state of mind.
Macchia also believed that it existed only in theory. But in front of her eyes, common sense was being denied every moment.
“…..”
In the eyes of the undergraduates, it seemed like a supreme state that they would never forget for the rest of their lives, and that they might someday reach. They stood up to engrave this moment clearly in their minds.
Alem finally raised her arm.
“Keuuugh… !”
I was no longer lying like a corpse on an operating table. Like a bird trying to break out of its shell, it raised its upper body with a difficult but sure gesture.
Alem immediately put his hand to his temple. Her scroll, clinging to her temple like a body, was pulled out of the world in her hand.
Choo!
Because Simma was sealed, the scroll, which was completely pitch-black, fell to the floor and wriggled intermittently.
Gigig. Gigg.
Simma, who had fallen from Alem’s body, tried her best to return to where she was right now, but the director resolutely picked it up and put it in her arms.
“No more eating your body with this. Unless you fall deep into your heart again.”
“Heo-eok, hee-uh… “
Alem said she fell into the water and she looked around her like someone who had been pulled out.
Then she felt something strange and looked down at me.
“This is… what is it… ?”
“What is it?”
The chairman smiled.
“Congratulations on your new birth.”