290. Talent sometimes becomes a curse (8)
I try to take my left foot off, but my right foot moves.
I tried to move my hand, but my eyebrows twitched arbitrarily.
What is this?
My senses are arbitrary. I felt like my control over my body had gone out of whack.
If I had a controller on my body, the button method would all change in an instant.
The spellcaster has a truly brave talent.
“Huh, it’s really scary, but it’s also exciting. Even if it’s such a special species, it can’t resist spells, right? right?”
The man with the protruding head said.
My eyes can see well, though.
I got down on one knee and looked at the other person. He tried to speak, but his right thumb twitched.
I immediately felt the magic surge.
From the moment I came in, I knew that there were modifications made to order here.
However, I didn’t know it was this way.
I thought a fireball would fly at best.
What should I call this, a sensory disruption spell?
It’s difficult, but it’s not a crisis.
The crisis was when Cheonggi-Saeng made eye contact and exchanged deals.
don’t make sense I numbed my five senses a little and closed my eyes.
“Have you given up?”
The man with the protruding head says: There was a hint of faint fear in his voice.
I was still trying to survive.
Living in the wild is an intangible pressure that would make an ordinary person urinate the moment they see it.
Nevertheless, the opponent held on well.
“Give up. That should be it. “That’s how it should be.”
I could sense a tenacity that went beyond fear in the man’s words.
The mouth is connected to the right thumb, the left thigh is connected to the bicep of the right arm, the right index finger is connected to the left ring finger, and several left facial muscles are connected to several right thigh muscles.
It was no different from seeing a new technology and copying it.
You just have to adapt.
If it doesn’t change all the time and remains fixed, adaptation itself isn’t difficult.
I stomped on the ground with my right arm.
As I move like that, my left foot naturally hits the ground.
I strengthened my left ring finger and calf muscles to make my right fist.
The first time I kicked the ground, my balance was not good and my body stumbled.
There was no stumbling on the second step.
I was able to pick up speed on the third step.
“uh?”
The man with the protruding head was shocked and kept his mouth shut.
Looking at that, I take another step.
Once I clenched my fist and got used to it, there was nothing difficult.
In the midst of the curse that messed up my senses, I controlled my facial and calf muscles and swung my right fist.
Instead of avoiding the head bump, he put his forehead forward. White dead skin cells fly and are pushed to the back of the old man’s head. He pounded his fist on it.
Sigh!
The man who was hit flew backwards, spun vertically in the air, and fell knee-first on the floor.
rice cake.
My knees must hurt.
I clenched and opened my hand a few times. Shake her fist, strain her body.
It took less effort because I wasn’t able to adapt perfectly a little while ago.
In that short period of time, adaptation is complete.
“How do you move, you?”
The surprised man asks. His face was bleeding profusely from a nosebleed.
The white dead skin on my fist tickled the back of my hand.
When I shook my hands off, dead skin cells fell to the floor.
“Why did you trick me? “That can’t happen between us.”
“What are we doing?”
“We don’t know each other very well.”
After saying that, he went forward again and touched his face with his knee.
Crack.
I was told that this is what a depression is like, including fractures of the cheekbone and orbit.
The man who was hit fell backwards.
I let out a breath as I watched him wriggle his limbs.
“How long do you want to just watch? Are you a voyeur?”
I blurted out something.
At those words, fog began to form around me.
“Your talent is amazing.”
It was a humming sound as if coming from a speaker.
I gave up trying to find where the sound was coming from.
Well, this is a trap planned by the spellcaster.
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“This is the first time I’ve seen a curse that twisted the five senses being destroyed like that.”
It’s a different voice.
Even if you don’t know where it is, you can tell the numbers by voice.
Two so far.
“Oh my, my dear, isn’t your life worth that much?”
Now three.
Since you can’t see anything and only hear voices, it’s no different from a horror movie.
It was a good thing I left Rose behind.
If he came in here, he would have been in a bit of trouble.
I tried to see through the fog. It didn’t mean anything.
Because I couldn’t see it.
“Watch your back.”
Fourth, the tone is one of concern.
I tried to focus my attention on the back, but I realized it was pointless.
From now on, my senses have been messed up.
It wasn’t just a matter of moving my body, my five senses were also tied up.
I don’t feel it. As my immortal senses strengthened, I felt like I was standing in the middle of a really thick fog.
This is my first time feeling like this.
Since I was so used to the feeling of being immortal, the surroundings felt so dark that I was embarrassed.
I swung my elbow towards the back.
there was nothing.
“Bwak bwak bwak.”
The other person laughs.
It’s a strange feeling. When you swing your elbow, you don’t even feel the air wave that you should feel.
I thought it was a pretty strong spell.
“Fly in the darkness of the bottomless pit and then die.”
It’s the fifth voice.
This is really embarrassing.
Just because there is no sense doesn’t mean the substance disappears, so it’s okay.
There is reality.
The spell is a trick.
As soon as I thought that, a fireball fell from above my head.
It is a ball of fire without heat. It is a silent fireball.
It’s pitch black.
Inside, a firework exploded, hitting his head.
pop.
My left arm was scorched.
It wasn’t a big deal. The flame was not a bullet and had a moderate speed. The moment it reached his head, he turned his body and hit the fireball with his left arm, deflecting it.
A fog covers the eyes and the spell blocks the surrounding air. I captured the sound with that.
What’s left?
Smell and touch remained.
The sense of taste is also the same.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his forearm. It had an acrid taste.
It didn’t all burn out. The power of the flame was at a reasonable level.
Since I couldn’t see it and couldn’t hear it, I gave up my expectations in that direction.
It is said that breaking a spell is difficult unless you are a wizard.
There are usually two methods of destruction.
Damage to the subject of the spell.
Conversely, release the magic pattern.
The latter method is impossible, so the former method is the only method.
In other words, all you had to do was beat up the spell-writing bastard.
I pictured the trajectory of the spark that hit me in my head.
Diagonal, top to bottom.
The opponent is a wizard.
If you were on the floor, you would have felt the vibration, but there is no vibration felt on the soles of your feet.
Even if you use cognitive impairment, you can’t hide everything.
If you hear voices and are close enough to shoot fireworks, you can feel the vibration of footsteps.
If you can’t feel it, it’s in the air. Since it’s five, wouldn’t it be wrapped around me in the middle?
They won’t be huddled together.
Deep.
This time something cold and sharp stabbed me in the back.
The moment it hit me, my body whipped around. There was a scratch on the end of my back, but it healed quickly.
Because the regenerative power of immortals has not disappeared.
Something like an icicle picks up and sticks to the floor. It detects it through vibration.
Relying on my sense of touch, I decided on a direction.
A circle drawn in all directions centered on me.
Hello spellcaster friends, have you ever seen anything like this?
He took out a hand bullet from his pocket and threw it.
Twenty of them are thrown at fairly close intervals.
“evil!”
A scream was heard.
At the same time, lightning struck above my head.
Damn, you’re doing everything.
Instead of dodging, I swung my fist.
It contains a lot of power, speed, and biological energy.
Naturally, I put an iron arm in my arm.
Phew!
The sound of air bursting rang out. Of course, I only felt it through tactile vibrations.
Gurgling.
A sound like the remnants of a thunderbolt remains.
“Ouch!”
My hearing returned with a scream.
The fog also cleared, and visibility became clear.
I could see the results of what I had done.
I hit the lightning with my fist. The lightning split a tree growing on the mountain path next to it. The split wood caught fire and smoke billowed out.
“Should you hit the lightning with your fist?”
The voice is clearer than before. As I turned my gaze, I saw a person with a bad fashion sense fall to the floor.
In what era is it that a wizard is wearing a hooded robe like that?
“Were you a medieval fan?”
I asked while looking at it.
“You’re a monster.”
It’s a young voice. The guy who dripped the last abyss.
“Woah, you’re a fantasy fanatic. Order takers, everyone.”
There is a person I know who is a fan of it, and it was a composition that Dong-hoon would like.
I could see it because my vision was open.
Five people, all wearing gray hooded robes.
One of them was getting up from the floor, bleeding.
I am one with the four floating in the air.
There were two cases where my hand bullet was effective.
Even one of the ones floating in the air had blood dripping from under their robes.
The friend who fell to the floor was unlucky.
It’s on the boat side. There is a hole and blood flows freely.
“Is the protection spell so easy to break through?”
Deokhu 1, who fell on the floor, muttered.
You say it’s easy, but the hand bullet I threw would be more painful than any sniper rifle?
Moreover, the distance was close. It is an immutable truth that the closer you are, the stronger the power.
“But that doesn’t change… … .”
While the one above me was muttering, I moved.
We’re not even having tea time.
Well, there are so many loopholes.
Running. Narrow the space. The spellcaster was lying on the floor, twitching his fingers.
It looks like they’re preparing some kind of spell or something.
What do you know?
It’s already right around the corner. I see surprised eyes. Inside the hood was the face of an old man.
I stretched out my fist.
False.
The spellcaster’s weak body could not withstand the shapeshifter’s fists.
My head exploded.
Blood and brain matter dripped everywhere, and the body wrapped in robes fell backwards.
“Just one thing for now.”
I said and shook my hands.
“Aaaah!”
And because he hit me too gently, the man with a protruding head with a sunken face suddenly woke up and screamed.
I lost my attention there for a moment.
The four order takers disappeared again.
“You, you, don’t interfere! “Don’t disturb me!”
The man with the protruding head shouted.
I was given the nickname Blue Knight Slayer.
I feel renewed every day about what value that name has.
How could that guy attack me so fearlessly?
“If it weren’t for you, I could have hair too. It’s possible! I will get rid of my hair bumps and go to the hair salon with the power of a spell. certainly.”
I was desperate.
There was nothing to listen to for long.
A man who developed superpowers and had to live with something similar to dandruff on his head for the rest of his life.
Even the medicine that conquered hair loss would have been useless to him.
The last straw was the spell. I sold myself to a shadowy wizard.
“Wow!”
Wood clatter.
And it was clear that it was the wrong choice.
No matter what he did, the man with the protruding head started to grow and his body got bigger. It soon turned into a monster.
It’s some kind of curse.
Hair isn’t the problem anymore. The sunken face has recovered, but the snub nose and eyes resemble those of a lizard.
It’s just a monster.
poor. That’s why it would be so sad to see something like that in the mirror, so I stopped it from happening.
I kicked the ground and walked up to him and kicked his ankle.
Sigh.
He slams his elbow into the monster’s neck as he loses his balance due to his broken ankle.
I hit my falling head with my knee.
Sigh.
The combination attack was carried out in one breath, and the monster died as soon as it was born.
This is someone you don’t need to break your breath with.
“Even though I told you not to cross the line.”
It’s the speaker’s voice.
“You crossed the line first.”
I answered and turned around.
Hyemin is mine.
I was unbearably angry that a random spellcaster, not an Invader, had touched me. I got irritated.
Moreover, the mother and daughter may be safe now.
Because that makes me even more irritated.
“From whom?”
I tried to destroy them all except one.
“You are still on our magic circle.”
huh. okay. so?
Wooddddd.
hmm?
Above the right fist. Maggots and such began to form on it.
“Rot. Rot and rot again.”
The wizard says.
“Isn’t that a spell? Just getting in shape, right? I was so obsessed with cosplay. That’s a disease. you.”
The other person kept his mouth shut, and in the meantime, I cut off his right elbow with my left hand.
I felt something was wrong up to that point.
He threw the severed arm on the floor.
The arms quickly began to grow. An immortal’s regenerative power is based on physical strength.
To put it more clearly, bioenergy and energy are the basis.
The time needed for my arm to recover now takes less than 10 minutes.
And even if I’m missing at least one right arm, it doesn’t really matter right now.
The other person was embarrassed. Although I couldn’t see it because it was covered by the robe, I felt it.
Because it seems like that to me too.
The magic that twists the body controller that was prepared with intention is ignored as a talent.
Blockage of the five senses is suppressed with force.
For things like the Curse of Corruption, only the corrupted parts were cut off.
If the body rots from the center, only that part needs to be cut out.
But you get hit once, I won’t get hit twice?
When I manifested the Curse of Corruption, something hit my sixth sense.
I felt it again, so I moved.
“… … Avoid the curse?”
Something unpleasant passed by where I was.
Because it is intangible, it is similar to living in the wild. You can avoid it even if you can’t see it.
Because there is a range whether it is a spell or a life.
“Who crossed the line?”
I asked after avoiding the curse.
The spellcaster’s spout did not open easily.
There was silence.
fantasy,
