Chapter 201 – 201. Uninvited Guest
“Are you saying I really taught you this magic?”
The dark spirit clicked his tongue in admiration as he showed off some of the magic his future self had created.
We, who had only been drinking coffee, had already reached for the wine and were sipping it.
She looked bright and drunk, but I felt at ease because I could see a glimpse of a different side of her that I knew.
When I was in a ghost state, I regretted not being able to drink even if there was alcohol available.
“Wow, I’m really amazing.”
Anyway, the sight of the penniless figure I knew from time to time made me miss the original Dark Spirit.
“Most warlocks know you. “I heard that Dante tried to recruit you separately, but failed.”
“yes. “There’s no way you wouldn’t call me.”
He brags and says he likes it. Perhaps because I was alone in the lab during this time, my desire for recognition was definitely special.
As I watched the dark spirit drinker, saying that he was in a good mood, I ended up asking the same question again.
“So why are you working so hard to learn necromancy?”
“ah.”
It was a dark spirit who changed his mind and said he had forgotten. This time, perhaps because he was a little drunk or because he remembered something, he spoke without much hesitation.
“The story of a child who wanted Lemegeton. “Have you ever heard of it?”
“okay.”
I make a wish to see my mother whom I lost a long time ago. The story of a girl who received the Remegeton from the great evil Learic.
“It’s similar to that. “My parents died when I was very young.”
“… … .”
Fluffy.
The dark spirit’s drinking glass shakes slightly.
The emotion reflected in her eyes was of a different kind than longing.
“You said you would always be with me. “Don’t worry, we will always be together even when we die.”
“… … .”
“I was curious about that at first. “Are my parents’ spirits really with me?”
The girl’s first beginnings on the path to becoming a necromancer were tragic yet humble.
“Then I learned the story about Lemegeton. “There was a child just like me.”
In an instant, a doubt arose. The dark spirit was acting as if he was treating someone else, but isn’t that girl’s descendant the dark spirit?
‘Does she not know at this time?’
Thinking that might be the case, I clenched my chin and focused on her story again.
“So you started learning necromancy while looking for Lemegeton?”
A subtle blush appeared on the face visible through the translucent black cloth.
“But do you know what’s funny?”
“what?”
The dark spirit, with a self-deprecating smile, answered angrily.
“I forgot, until just now.”
“… … .”
“It did. That’s right, I learned necromancy to see my parents. “It’s so funny.”
However, even as I said that, I did not feel any great emotional turmoil.
There were times when I would forget which direction I was running while running hard.
A story like I decided to make money for my family, but money soon became the main subject of my life was practically a cliché.
“The more I learned, the more I thought it was because I wasn’t good enough that I couldn’t see my parents.”
“… … .”
“After some time, I didn’t even care about that. It was just fun learning necromancy itself. “It’s like inhaling drugs.”
“okay.”
As I continued to listen to her story, it felt like I was giving her a confession.
Was that the same for dark spirits? He slowly rolls up his sleeves and shows his white wrists.
There were scars left behind from several injection needles.
“The blood of the child who wanted Lemegeton from the Great Devil Learic is actually flowing within me.”
“Know. “You are that child’s descendant.”
“Hehe, did my future self explain it that way?”
The drunk woman shook her head and answered.
“That child has never been married or had a child.”
“… … ?”
I wondered what he was saying, but the dark spirit explained it without difficulty.
“When I found the child’s body, he was so angry that he was wailing around the body. His obsession with life was strong, and even though hundreds of years had passed, his body remained uncorrupted because of the child’s spirit.”
Before entering Mongmajeon.
I remembered talking to the dark spirit about this. I remember her expression being quite dark when I told her that she was a descendant of the child who wanted Leme Geton.
“I tried to make the child who became an evil spirit mine, but I failed. “She was so powerful that there was no choice but to destroy her.”
“then.”
The gaze that had been on the glass slowly shifts to me.
“That’s right, they transplanted all of the girl’s blood into me. “I think it took about a year.”
I couldn’t speak well.
I felt a pang in my back as to how far my obsession with necromancy had spread.
“Why did you do that?”
The reason why the dark spirit, who was not a corpse doctor, bothered to inject the girl’s blood into his body.
She laughs, saying it’s natural.
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“Because I don’t know how Lemegeton recognizes its owner. “It was the cornerstone for handling what I would gain later.”
The words didn’t come out properly.
Now I understand a little why the dark spirit wanted to hide his past so much.
“how is it? “Am I disgusting?”
There were enemies who repeatedly shouted that the woman called Dark Spirit was even more ugly than I knew.
I didn’t get a clear explanation at the time, but now that I’m hearing it directly from the person involved… … .
“The perspective has changed.”
I clearly feel that the dark spirit has walked a path that is completely opposite to the path I am walking.
“I feel sorry for my future self.”
Even as she says that, she takes a sip of alcohol as if she feels refreshed.
Then, he glances in my direction as if he is somehow happy.
“But you’re glad, aren’t you?”
“… … .”
“You noticed.”
A moment of silence.
The dark spirit’s gaze, which had been looking at me calmly until just now, began to sharpen as if sharpened by a whetstone.
We slowly began to reach for the canes we had placed down next to each other.
The mana of the two people was slowly but surely warming up to be shot towards each other, like boiling water.
Kwasik!
The restaurant door breaks and Hanso rolls in along with the fragments. The golden shield he handed over was torn in half not even a day later, and Maeng Cheon Mubong was holding onto it tightly, saying he would protect it.
The dark spirit and I’s eyes turn towards the entrance at the same time.
Just as the gunmen in the West who were just pulling out their revolvers at each other would not tolerate interruption.
The muzzle of the gun named Cane was pointed towards the entrance.
There was a woman standing there, leading the bodies of six people.
“Ruanes?”
The smallest body among them.
My eye was drawn most to Ruanes, who had all her brilliant blonde hair pulled out.
As Herald Hazard, he brought the Griffin Kingdom to the brink of destruction. Afterwards, the boy created an organization called Dante and tried to save the continent using black magic.
The moment I laid eyes on his corpse, I felt a slight stir, but there was no change in my expression.
When I think of Mule in No. 109, who committed suicide by saying “see you later,” I now have questions about whether this mansion called Hwangmajeon is real.
“Joe, be careful! “That woman’s corpses are not ordinary!”
Hanso urgently gathers himself and regains his stance.
But the dark spirit asked a question.
“what are you doing? “Everyone didn’t even come out of their private rooms, and that woman killed them all?”
A necromancer giggling and letting out a creepy laugh. But when I saw Mule’s body, I got my guess.
“They sent a body.”
After all, a dead body is not bound by rules.
-24. When a guest dies, the room they are staying in opens. Until then, entry is prohibited even if the room owner allows it.
This means that the corpse was defined simply as an object.
The question of how she broke into the room and killed all the other guests was easily solved.
“Hehehe. There are so many high-quality corpses. “This must really be paradise!”
The woman was looking around at us with a smile on her face, but her expression suddenly hardened.
Then.
“six.”
Count the number of bodies you are handling.
The thin finger of a woman with an impressive stitch scar points to Hanso.
“seven.”
And then, the dark spirit.
“eight.”
Next is me.
“nine.”
And then he counts himself.
“heat.”
last.
“Stupid big guy.”
Even Zortu, who had already become prey on the 4th floor.
“eleven.”
There is a cold silence.
The necromancer who was scratching his chin with the finger he pointed to each person asked.
“There are ten rooms.”
From No. 101 to No. 110.
A total of 10 guests were invited here, but when we counted, there were actually 11 people.
“uh?”
Surprised, Han So also counts the numbers himself and then takes a step back due to a cold feeling.
“Rule 2, number 27. “There’s an uninvited guest here?”
-27. There are up to 110 guest rooms. There is no room 111. If you find Room 111 and there is anyone staying there, kill them immediately. This is an uninvited guest who was never invited.
“Who, who!”
Hanso, embarrassed, hurriedly pulls back and begins to keep us in check.
This is why I didn’t say it.
If I had said it before, my colleagues who had barely come together would quickly fall apart.
The dark spirit that caught my eye.
I shrugged my shoulders, but opened my mouth as he looked at me asking for something.
“As I was listing the rules, I had several questions.”
There are indeed many rules in Mongmajeon. Although they looked shabby, they had absoluteness on one side.
The vaguely written rules seemed as if they were urging us to do something. He acted as if he would be the key to the mystery.
Well, actually.
The rules of the dream battle were the key to solving the case this time.
“I, Deius Verdi, am staying in room 110.”
It was the time zone I came from the most future.
“Mule was staying in room 109.”
My next slot was the Mule.
“There is a corpse doctor living in room 108.”
I saw him crawling to room 108 after being beaten by Zortu.
“The deceased Zortu lived in room 107.”
“Well, what does that have to do with it?”
Hanso asked nervously, but I was calm and remembered the first meeting between Jortu and Hanso.
“Jortu looked at Wu Xin Han Xiao and said that he was an old middle-aged man.”
– The Hanso I know is quite old and middle-aged.
In Zortu’s timeline, Hanso must have been middle-aged.
“If you count the number of Hanso living in the era of Zortu, number 107, the number is forty-nine.”
“… … .”
Hanso opens his mouth in bewilderment as he sees that he is suddenly identifying the era of each room based on his age.
Still, the conversation seemed to be going along.
“In my era, number 110, Han So passed away at the age of eighty-five.”
“Huh?!”
Han So’s reaction upon learning of his death was quite interesting to see, but that wasn’t the important thing.
“In the end, it can be said that there is a gap of about 36 years between No. 107 and No. 110.”
Considering that middle age refers to the age group of 40 to 49, even if there is an error, it will not be large.
“Do you have any doubts here?”
When I glanced towards the dark spirit, I saw that she was listening to my story rather cheerfully.
“The dark spirits I know are 30 years old at most. However, there is an age difference of at least 36 years between Jortu, number 107, and I.”
Hanso seemed to have a hard time keeping up, but the corpse magician’s eyes flashed as if he had figured out the answer.
I don’t know the exact age in my time, but I believe the dark spirit was the same age as me or about a year or two older than me.
A year passed and I turned 29.
But the dark spirit in front of me right now is 18 years old.
“No. 107 Zortu.”
I’m like.
“Number 108, Corpse Doctor.”
Like a judge handing down a sentence.
“No. 109 Mule.”
He slapped the judge’s baton in a solemn manner.
“No. 110 Deius Verdi.”
render a judgment
“In accordance with the 11th rule of Dream Demon Battle.”
-11. The higher the room number, the more likely guests are to come from a later time slot.
The uninvited guest who came to this mansion.
“If you were truly an invited guest, your room should be between rooms 107 and 110.”
The 18-year-old dark spirit is you.
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