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“Uh-huh… are you trying to ask for help? That kind of behavior is a lot.”
I’m joking, but I should refrain from suspicious behavior. If you are really quick to notice, you may end up in the worst situation.
“Ah. Yes. I’m sorry.”
I apologized obediently and removed my hand from my pocket. Far from making it work, it only aggravated the situation by provoking the other person’s planting.
I was impatient and blocked the escape hatch with my hand. If you regret now, the past won’t come back. Let’s find another way.
If the best doesn’t work, the next best thing.
Recalling what Lane had said, he shook his head as much as he could.
However, no matter how hard he turned his head, which spewed fumes and made the sound of a rusty steam engine, it couldn’t get the right idea out.
It was a natural procedure since I had been living without my brain.
Only greedy wishes rise to the surface. Like a novel about a hero I read a long time ago, wouldn’t I suddenly awaken to superhuman strength in this crisis? Of course, that was just my wish to get out of this situation without any damage.
“So… which magic of Al Sola did you like so much?”
“I’m not attracted to men who talk a lot. Did you notice that they’re trying to waste your time?”
this.
I was cornered. If Solar on a white horse doesn’t come quickly, we might be taken to the den of evil.
This is not a fairy tale, but reality, so such a poor story cannot continue. The demon, stubbornly rejecting further chatter, circled the air with his finger.
At that moment, his body stiffened as if control of his body had been passed over to the devil.
‘Move’ is given to both legs and arms, but it does not move as if it has struck.
The sharp pain that I was used to, like being torn vertically along the muscle texture… The pain caused by the curse of wrath spread throughout my body, and I unknowingly crumpled my forehead.
what happened? Why is this curse suddenly triggered? Didn’t it completely break the flow?
The devil, who performed the eccentricity of stopping my movement with only a hand gesture without even chanting, raised the corners of his mouth as if he had completely realized something.
“I guess I was right! Okay, let’s go. I can’t wait to fill this school year.”
“Eup- uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh”
I tried to say something to somehow pass the time, but my lips were tightly closed and I couldn’t open them.
As if he had become a puppet, he stood upright and followed her.
“Ah, just in case you don’t know, I’ll cover my eyes first. I have such a beautiful face and a good personality. Huhu…”
It’s not a word. I was in a situation where I couldn’t laugh into entering the den of evil with my feet.
The devil, who had been picking out deserted places as if he knew the geography of this place, stopped walking, and along with him, my steps stopped.
A door was visible. It was the door that Solar had warned her to ‘never’ go near.
The devil opened the door without hesitation.
Dense air stings the lungs.
Moist, heavy air mixed with men and women’s sweat and bodily fluids slowly circulates through the lungs and exits.
I felt like my head hurt.
The pain, as if the muscles were being torn vertically, disappeared, but a more unpleasant feeling passed through the whole body.
“hello!”
“Yes. You are always working hard.”
Some prostitutes say hello to the devil. An excessively polite attitude seems to treat superiors who are superior to oneself. Probably devil worshipers.
After accepting the courtesans’ greetings, the devil headed for a small door hidden deeper than inside.
As soon as I opened it and went inside, the heavy, humid air instantly became pleasant.
“Whoa…”
I took one big breath of clean air.
The devil pointed at me with his long, thin index finger and began making incomprehensible hand gestures.
As soon as the neat movement stopped, as if watching a short command, my hand moved and removed the bandage.
The brightened vision engraves everything on the retina.
And, I felt something strange.
Sight.
devil’s gaze.
Even though I was aware that it belonged to humans and not to those of my comrades, for some reason my eyes were itching.
I rubbed my eyes a few times and looked at it again.
It seems to see everything benevolently.
They seem to look at everything below themselves.
The face that seems to see right through me begins to change slowly as if mimicry.
The brilliant golden hair that I know well. A clear, deep blue iris like a lake.
It was Lane’s face.
why?
I couldn’t understand. It was clear that he had used some kind of magic trick.
But I couldn’t understand any details. Why did you create Rain’s face when you were talking about Solar? Did I say something that gave some room? I think I made it clear that they weren’t co-workers?
The mimicry did not end there.
The spheres swell from both of Lane’s temples, like drops growing in size. His features were embedded in such an inflated sphere.
As if heads and heads are connected, the faces of people I know well are created.
It goes on. As if drawing a circle centered on me, the faces continue as if biting their tails. Everything from the people I passed through to the people I killed.
I could understand the situation I was in too late. Now, this is not imitation, but hallucination. However, I can’t get out. My body didn’t move.
Connected faces stare at me.
Sight.
gazes.
I thought I was feeling better these days, but why is it like this again?
I realized it was a mental attack. I also know how to get out.
But the body doesn’t move. It felt like a huge, invisible hand was gripping me tightly.
The defenselessly exposed sight engraves the eyes looking at me and the expressions on the retina. More than any other words, simply repeating the gaze was enough to give anxiety.
I can see the devil looking at everything from a farther distance than the faces that have bloomed in drops.
It is not easy to get outside help because of the situation. I can only overcome it with my own strength.
The shaky sight reads the devil’s expression. It just smiled quietly as if it had seen through everything.
It seemed like it was laughing at me, and it was like it was ignoring me. Everything I killed with my hands seemed to curse me.
The expressions of all eyes are shaking. It seemed to be looking down on me.
“uh..”
A stupid voice comes out of my mouth.
The voice that only came out when the condition got really serious started to ring in my ears.
It was like always. A voice that humiliates and humiliates me. Sentences that deny everything I do.
dizzy.
It was itchy.
It was absurd that such a large reaction could come back with just one mental attack. And that absurdity only fueled his own self-hatred.
The hand that had not been moved by the pressure rises.
drew
“..Aha.”
I hear the devil’s voice Dozens of pairs of gazes were still staring at me.
I wanted to do something, but my eyes were so itchy that I couldn’t think.
When I think I’ve barely faded from scratching and scratching, I feel the sensation of barely sinking into all the eyeballs looking down at me again.
drew
The figure of the devil appears in front of his red-stained eyes. I see Lane’s face. Those blue eyes that I couldn’t believe were fake.
When, when do you stop?
drew
I kept drawing so that the pain wouldn’t let up.
As my senses gradually became dull, I drew again on the part that had already been torn.
everyone is looking at me This figure that collapses and hurts itself alone.
It didn’t matter if this was an illusion or not. Because they might have been looking at me in such an emotionless way inside.
I just wanted to be acknowledged.
I wanted to do something without help.
I wanted to be acknowledged by you by doing it proudly.
I wanted to say that I am not a weakling who needs to be protected, but a colleague on an equal footing.
I wanted to overcome my disbelief in myself by doing it without explaining the circumstances to you. I drew a picture of you acknowledging me.
so I..
therefore..
What did you want to do?
The process doesn’t matter. Only the results matter.
Everything I did resulted in failure.
Since I got involved, you have increased your worries.
Since I appeared before you again, your work has increased.
Why are you accepting my selfish request?
I’m hanging around holding your ankles like this useless.
It was not at a level that could be defined as simply useless.
stumbling block.
It was nothing more and nothing less.
Are you helping me out of pity too?
Because of the hero’s attitude and old affection?
“No.. no..”
My head is full of thoughts and I have no time to think. The thoughts that came to my mind leaked out of my mouth, pushed into the packed space.
The way to destroy a mental attack is to think of the opposite of the situation while remaining conscious.
─Positive thoughts. Happy memories…
Invitation to accompany adventure, start of journey, frustration, jealousy, self-reproach, effort without promise, forced laughter..
Only gloomy emotions are brought out among countless memories. The brain, already gloomy, had no will to carry out orders.
In the meantime, his hands were constantly scratching his face.
My mind goes blank. The temperature seems to have dropped.
Wouldn’t that be better? Wouldn’t the situation end if I lost consciousness?
Can not be done. If I fall here, I don’t know what else will happen to me.
Even if it was forced, I pulled the mental cord and pulled the half-exited spirit back.
The demon was watching my reaction without moving.
fortunately If that demon had attacked me too, it would have ended without a sound.
I felt an uneasy aura.
A strong magical power that can be experienced in the Magic Realm. And the feeble magic that is felt from the devil.
The devil came and touched my wound with his index finger.
It stung a little bit, and felt a little bit strange.
That feeble magic escaped from the devil’s fingertips and seeped into my wounds.
I couldn’t figure out what the intention was.
Are you trying to turn me into a monster?
It reminded me of the moment when humans changed into monsters at the edge of Felvern.
There were people caught in the hands of the devil.
A vast amount of demonic energy was injected into their bodies.
Everyone lost consciousness for a moment.
While unconscious, their appearance changed.
The thing that opened its eyes could no longer be called a human being.
As if he had become a servant of the devil, he obeyed the devil and did cruel things without hesitation.
I was in a hurry. There were people who had not yet been evacuated, there were too many other people at risk to help them, and we were still immature at the time.
So we killed them. It was the second best, not the best.
And now, I thought that I might be able to become a monster and be exterminated as if I was being judged for it.
Magi, who had squeezed in, swirled.
I heard that the amount decreases as it circulates through the body, but I couldn’t feel it myself.
There was only one thing I could do.
To keep from losing consciousness.
hold on to patience..
can do. You can do it.
Among the floating crowd, a prion approaches me. While dragging the body that has become rags.
‘I must have already been forgotten in your memory.’
‘In the end, you killed me.’
‘Who evaluates? I can’t do anything without them.’
I don’t know if it’s an hallucination created by my brain or if the devil is playing tricks.
I didn’t know if it was an illusion created by me or the devil.
I couldn’t tell if the red liquid and flesh falling to the ground were illusions or mine.