Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (21)
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Sigh!
I am satisfied.
Quad deuk, wuzik!
The feeling of flesh crumbling between my hands, like the texture of hard, oily raw fish.
Crunch, crunch!
Crackle!
This fishy and sweet scent. The sound of the jawbone of the guy sinking his fangs into my body crunching.
The feeling of muscles bursting inside as they could not withstand their own strength. The burning sensation of Mute’s blood digging in between them and rebuilding the body.
It’s really good. The power flowing through my veins and the sense of liberation, as if I had finally let go of the bowstring I had been pulling so hard, was so great that my body shook.
“Aaaah!”
“Oh, don’t come! “Don’t come!!!!”
Is it because it feels so good? The people I worked so hard to save looked at me like a monster, and even though some of them threw swords at me, I was able to hand them over with a grin.
‘It’s not that bad. Sheep have to be somewhat afraid of the shepherd dog to be obedient, right?
He personally saved them from the ruins of the collapsing temple, but he treats people like monsters like that.
What can I do? Still, you have to understand with a generous heart.
‘okay. You might be surprised. Maybe that’s a bit what I am now. Also, a guy who looks like that stuck his hand out between the temples and ripped off the head of the person next to him, so there’s no way he could point and scream so rudely.’
So, instead of wiping them out all at once, they took the trouble of selecting only those infected with parasitic organisms among them. He even took care to absorb all the blood from the Mute corpse that exploded in his hands on the spot so that it did not splash onto the citizens.
Thanks to my patience, those citizens were able to give him those screams and disgusted looks without being eroded by the infectious agent or wiped out wholesale along with Mute.
How nice.
Quack!
To catch my breath for a moment, I climbed up the bell tower of the temple and looked around the city. It was a sight to behold.
Thanks to mutes disguised as guards rising up from all directions, a fire was burning around the city, and citizens were heading inwards to avoid the flames.
It’s inevitable that all the citizens of this big city will be in trouble as they try to pass through the narrow gates of the inner city.
It was common for people to fight while trying to get in first, or for someone to steal their luggage, and there were many people who fell and were trampled to death among the people crowded at the gate, or were pushed into the moat at the back and broke their necks.
The war situation was a little more serious.
Although there was no name, the visible alleys were filled with mid-ranking individuals between grades 5 and 4, as if showing off the fully recovered Mute’s production power, and among them were grade 3 Mute, the Queen’s Guardian level, competing with the knights. .
Still, it seemed like there was some way to cover that. It may take some time, but there are as many sword users as me. To put it bluntly, considering the level of care shown in the parlor, it seemed like he could have cleaned things up on his own if given time.
However, it is a different story if the blue line is swarmed with undead.
Maybe they were drawn down by blood and death, or maybe the warlock took a little more action.
I thought it would be closer to the latter. Because, among that group of undead, there were three ghost knights who robbed our party in the mountains.
Sgak-!
Whoops!
‘also. The head of the family was also a master level knight. Needless to say, I’ve experienced it myself with that ghost knight.’
The guy with the halberd who was always at the forefront. The guy who chased after the group and split the upper part of the hill with a slash was sharing swords with the head of Vigilen. A battle between master-level swordsmen where every time the swords collide, the entire building is cut down and deep scars are carved into the castle walls.
Since there were still two guys like that left, it wasn’t usually a big deal.
Knock knock, knock knock –
And that was unbearably enjoyable. So much so that I want to run right away without hesitation.
‘It’s crazy. ‘It’s so f*cking crazy.’
I must be out of my mind. I am a data soul NPC. A guy who connects a brain in a vegetative state and overlays backup data on top of it, and is happy to see a guy who swings the Delete key and blows up a firestorm approaching.
GG is no longer a game to me. If you die here, you may be declared permanently brain dead.
The opposite s*x immediately jumps out and screams that they should deal with a Mute who is of the right level and is good to eat, not with those bare-bones guys.
The body was already moving forward.
“Grrr…. It’s okay. Good job…ugh.”
As the barrier called the system disappeared, I could feel the magic and the muted body more clearly than before, and I gained stronger power.
On the contrary, the protective shield called the system has disappeared, and this poisonous GG’s mental contamination is probably penetrating into my mind more clearly.
It felt obvious that if I continued to intoxicate myself with the wildness and power of Mute’s blood, the results would not be very good, but even so, I could not stop giving myself over to that two-directional desire for destruction.
It was a kind of compromise to survive.
The vivid sensation I felt at my fingertips brought back the reality that I had been trying so hard to deny, the sense that I couldn’t believe I was in a game so different from before, and that maybe I really was just a piece of data.
Although I call it the grandiose name Data Soul, I feel terrible anxiety over the fact that I may actually be nothing more than a save file for a game character, and the fear that the last remaining data that defines me is being corrupted by mental contamination.
And mixed with a glimmer of hope that the corrupted data might be a step toward recovery by following the memories of my original, which had already become a monster, it became a cocktail of horribly confusing emotions, constantly asking questions in my mind.
If I die, will ‘I’ die?
Or do we restore the data remaining on the server and call the ‘Professor Park from 4 months ago’ again and make him wander around this world to wake up the original?
Am I really Professor Park’s first data soul? Such a terrible question.
Now that the truth I had tried so hard to ignore was right in front of me, I desperately needed that small sense of liberation that self-abuse and desire for destruction brought. To not go crazy.
So, if I can prevent the great despair that denies my very existence with this little mania.
It would be right for me to cling to that madness even at the cost of my life made up of this data. As always, as a way for me to live.
The professor, with his brain boiling over, thought, as usual, that this was the way to live, and threw even the last shred of reason he had left into madness. A smile appeared on his hardening mouth again, a sense of satisfaction, and an impulse of wildness and power that filled his body from head to toe moved his body.
“Grraaaa!!!!”
There was not a single hesitation left on the face of the monster that rushed at the death-wielding ghost with a roar.
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Quarrrrrrr!
“Uuuuuuu!”
“Wow! Gagging! “Big!”
Otman sighed as he watched the mutes being swept away by the strong stream of water.
I was bored waiting for the professor and Lucilla, who left in a carriage in the morning with great energy, so I went out to see the city, but suddenly an ominous wave of magical energy rang out from the direction I was in.
“Look. Can’t you hear me? Let’s agree on 450 silver for three Seville leaves-”
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“Kaaaaaaak!”
“Whoa, [Water chain!]”
Sigh!
Didn’t the herbalist, who had been doing business with courage, suddenly roll his eyes and attack him with his whole body?
“Do it in words, do it in words! “If I don’t like the price, I will say so. What kind of person is that impatient!”
“Kaaaaaa! “Aaaah!”
“Uh-huh! Is this person really… hmmm?”
Something was strange. Although the water chain may seem unremarkable, it is a third-tier order. It’s not a spell weak enough to be used with civilian-level strength, but it’s pulled so tightly. Maybe it was because I ate a lot of good things, but around the time I started thinking the same thing, similar things started happening everywhere.
“Jeez, Jane! Wow, why all of a sudden- Wow!”
“Woah! Wow, people are crazy! “Someone get rid of this bastard!”
People who were normally laughing and chatting suddenly turned and attacked someone.
Ddddddddd!
Sigh!
Wow!
Sigh!
A huge earthworm with many teeth broke through the hard flagstone and emerged.
“Gunworm! oh my god!”
His mouth was spewing out an expression of astonishment, but his skilled body had already made a seal.
“Sink! [Sinkhole!]”
A spell cast at a critical moment as a summary spell, without having time to gather water.
Thanks to this, the effect was much less than the original spell, but it was still very effective against the tunnel bugs that pierced the nearby floor and spewed out mutes.
As the ground supporting its massive body suddenly collapsed, part of its long body sank into the groundwater.
“Geueeeeee—-”
With a strange cry, all the nearby burrowing bugs disappeared into the ground, but Otman’s face was serious.
Pakak!
Pakak!
Pakak!
The sound of sharp teeth breaking through flagstones could be heard from the other side of the alley and from beyond an unknown building.
‘It’s an attack. ‘This is not a problem I can solve alone!’
With that, he returns to the bar in a hurry, joins his group who are fully prepared to hear the screams that are already spreading through the city, and sits atop the tallest building in the area to stage a sit-in protest against the crowd of mutes.
“The actual attack power is sorely lacking….”
Otman was very disappointed in his situation as he did not have proper attack magic.
“Kaaaa!”
Borka is somehow trying to block the mutes coming up the stairs.
“Inoom! “If only the sun had set…!”
Aldrich, a warlock, can only throw oil bottles or push away those who come up with a long pole because the sun is still out in the sky.
“XEDihA! Lu! TOma! nEKAaaa!!!”
Every time Notum, who was the most active, shook the soul jar made of bone, the ankles of the mutes who were running around him were bent and they fell down.
After brushing them off, the remaining strong guys were barely able to stop them by sniping them one by one with Idrasil’s spirit arrows.
“Well… there are some strange spells.”
“Whoo, whoo, it’s an intruder’s spell. “If an unauthorized person enters the circle drawn with my blood, they will not be able to walk.”
“It’s the magic of the ancestors, so there are probably a lot of things that our generation has never heard of. “This area… seems like most people have deserted it.”
A werewolf approaches, covered in blood and drinking the church’s potion. Ottman agreed, but Notum and Aldrich shook their heads.
“at all. “I can feel a very familiar and terrible spirit near the castle walls.”
“Gwook. Rotten soul. “There are so many that I can’t count them all with the numbers I learned.”
“Undead. A large number of undead, including high-ranking undead, are coming. I think this raid was designed to attract those guys. As you know, the undead are creatures that are attracted to life and death. “A place where life is dying in large quantities attracts the undead like a magnet.”
“I see… I guess the professor and Lucilla should join so we can decide whether to leave or quit…”
“If you are a professor. “Isn’t it over there?”
At Otman’s regretful tone, Idrasil, who was standing precariously at the edge of the roof, pointed to the area near the castle wall.
“Oh oh! As expected, your eyes are much better than ours! Where are you! “If it comes into my field of vision, it will be message magic….”
“excuse me. “It’s a big, black, bloody monster.”
Otman cast a farsighted spell in the direction pointed by Idrasil’s finger.
When I brought my eyes to the object made of overlapping round water droplets, I was able to find the monster that Idrasil had spoken of.
This means that the monster could be found.
“The professor. “You’re fighting a guy like that?”
“no. A necklace hung around the neck. The priest’s uniform that I saw briefly this morning was hanging precariously from his waist. All the nearby trees are silent, so no further details can be confirmed, but based on the combination of visible features, it appears that the creature is either the warrior professor, or the one who killed him and took his belongings. “With either one, we were able to confirm the location of the object we were looking for, so we let you know.”
“Bo, Borka. “What do you think?”
“…I’m sorry, but I don’t have as good eyesight as elves. I can’t even tell by smell. “The scent of blood is so strong in that area that you can’t smell anything else.”
Ottman wanted to deny it. I already knew that the professor’s body was unique, but could a human being change that much?
However, no matter how I looked, I could see that the holy relic of the church that I had looked at tirelessly throughout my travels, the holy relic that was definitely Nelfia’s light, was fastened like a shackle around the monster’s neck.
“Of course.”
Aldrich spoke firmly to Ottman, who was confused.
“Judging by the echo of the soul, it is definitely a professor. However… it is in a very precarious condition.”
“Something got mixed up. Something shady. A poisonous thing. Something that deserves to be cursed. “The soul is polluted.”
Notum and Otman frowned, then pulled down the ladder they had used to get up to the roof.
“I have to go.”
“To that place… “You mean?”
At a glance, this place appears to be the fiercest battlefield. In front of the castle gate, a sword light that appeared to be an auror was flashing and cutting everything around, and on the other side, where the professor was…
Kuuuung-
Kuuuuung-
Houses and buildings were flying into the sky with a sound that shook the ground.
In a situation where even the undead who are said to be descending after them will join them. Stepping into that position is tantamount to suicide.
“If you’re just in a crisis. If I was at risk of death, I would have weighed my life and his life. But it’s not just death. A person whose soul is polluted cannot regain its original form even if it lives three lives. “As a spiritualist, this is a matter of faith.”
“I’m close with Professor Notum.”
However, the two men resolutely started heading down to the roof, as if they would never turn back.
“I will leave the rest of the party’s residence to you. “Professor, when that friend is not around, you usually voice the most opinions.”
“I intend to go. The professor is also my student, so as a teacher, I cannot turn away from him. However, Idrasil and Borka…”
“Anyway, a werewolf left alone in the empire without a group of warriors is just a slave without a master.”
“My godmother told me to learn from ‘him’, not from all humans. “He must have said that with his will, so it’s not something I’m going to let go of easily.”
Everyone had their own reasons, but in the end, the group said they would go to great lengths to bring the professor back.
Otman felt ashamed of himself for hesitating even for a moment.
Sigh!
Otman gathered up the water on the floor and jumped onto it.
“If everyone has decided, there will be no need to delay. Hurry up. If we do well, we might be able to save the professor before the main force of the undead rushes in.”
Kuuuuung-
At the sound of the impact that shook the ground once again, Otman looked towards the professor’s direction and hurried his steps.
-Grraaaaaa…..
In the distance, an angry, death-like roar echoed through the city.
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