Ken Miyamoto (3)
Ken, who was quietly looking down, muttered softly.
“···That’s right.”
Although he looked very thin and emaciated, as if he was about to suffocate, no matter how I looked at him, it was exactly the same as when he was human.
How could you not recognize the face you have lived with your whole life?
Even now, it maintains the basic base, and it is also a face that is often used when impersonating a human.
‘And these clothes… are the clothes I wore when I was a mercenary. They’re exactly the same as when I fell into the warlocks’ trap.’
His mind, which had been blankly staring at him, began to feel a little tingly.
And soon, a headache that was more than just a tickle began to creep in, it was a throbbing pain.
A whirlwind of questions swirling around in my head, accompanied by a sharp pain that feels like my head is being stabbed.
He clutched his head, his expression distorted into a ferocious grimace.
‘for a moment.’
Then suddenly.
A shiver ran down his spine as a sudden thought occurred to him.
‘···Come to think of it, what was the unique skill I originally had?’
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t remember.
What was even more unusual was that he had no doubts about it in the first place.
He became a settler against his will and lost all his abilities as an Awakened.
Everything that was tied to the system, including status and skills.
But isn’t it obviously unnatural to not think of anything related to it and not even feel something strange?
‘Who the hell am I?’
My head was spinning with confusion about my identity.
Ken took a deep breath and stared at his other self lying there as if he was dead.
Although his bones were close to each other, he still looked like he was in his twenties.
Gulp—
He swallowed dry saliva and slowly reached out his hand as if possessed by something.
It was an action that came out instinctively without me knowing.
And finally, the moment his hand touched the other person’s forehead.
“······!”
His body convulsed as if he had been struck by lightning.
As if he had been waiting for this moment, memories he had forgotten—and distorted—began to burrow into his mind.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
dump!
He staggered back and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
How long had it been since I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath?
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around after roughly organizing the jumbled memories.
A magnificent, pure white temple with golden scriptures engraved all over it.
I felt a strange sense of foreboding, as if I had already been here once.
Yeah, this isn’t his first time here.
“···I see. So that’s how it happened.”
Ken Miyamoto’s unique skill is “Thought Transfer”.
It was an ability that could be used for purposes such as telepathy, which conveys one’s own thoughts, or psychometry, which reads the thoughts remaining in a target.
Wanting more combat-oriented abilities to survive as a mercenary, he developed them a little differently.
By giving their own thoughts to the magical tools they possessed, they created and used ‘ego weapons’ in which each had a will and shared it with the main body.
Magical tools engraved with simple defensive magic became treasures that voluntarily protected their owners, and items prepared for attack and healing were no exception.
The Ego Sword, which moves freely along unexpected paths and slaughters enemies, and the Potion Supply Device, which injects various potions into the body appropriately depending on the situation.
Thanks to that, even if Ken, a top-tier mercenary, suffered great damage and lost consciousness, he was able to reach a level where the magical tools he wore on his body would move and respond on their own.
‘And then I···.’
Ken looked down at his hands and clenched his fists hard.
‘Is that a doll that has Ken Miyamoto’s ego implanted in it…?’
That’s it.
It was the true identity of Ken, a demon of the count class of the Demon World.
***
The temple’s innermost part is deeper than the place where Ken is in agony after facing the shocking truth.
Something that had been asleep for a long time stirred violently.
Now, it was ‘that thing’ that had fallen to the ground and could not do anything on its own, but now, the situation was different from before.
at las···.
The key that will finally free you has appeared!
The thin thread of self-consciousness that had been weathered away to the point of almost nothing remaining began to awaken little by little due to external stimuli.
It immediately stimulated the instinct and led to movement.
If you miss this opportunity, you will never get another chance.
Now that what I had hoped for had become reality, there was no time to hesitate any longer.
Kurururung—
A shallow vibration that had been resonating from deep within the temple began to slowly rise upward.
All that moved that being was a few thoughts that now remained as fragments.
To take revenge on those who deceived me and made me like this.
Regaining lost strength and taking one’s place as one’s true self again.
That it takes even greater power to cut down the sky, etc.
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To achieve them, it was important to continue climbing higher and obtain the key.
To perfect oneself who has become extremely unstable.
To fill the void and be reborn as a more perfect being.
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The figure trapped in the black nest screamed loudly.
***
Ken was neither an Earthling nor an Awakened.
I am just a being who has inherited those memories intact.
He was a rag doll that had been clumsily patched up by various missing pieces of information that arose during the transmission process.
‘Did I pull together all of my egos and make a final gamble?’
It didn’t take long for Ken Miyamoto to accept that he had been forcibly transported to the Demon World and that he could not escape from there.
In this worst environment, he was just a weakling who couldn’t guarantee victory even if he fought a baron-level demon.
So, to avoid the crisis, he gathered his thoughts and threw them elsewhere to find a solution and solve the problem from outside.
‘Of course, at that time, I would have never dreamed that it would take more than twenty years for me to come back to you.’
In fact, the attempt itself was a gamble for Ken, so the distortion of missing memories was unpredictable.
I came to the ‘Dark Nest’ on my own two feet, driven by some kind of attraction, but because of the strict security, I couldn’t find the place and just spent time wandering around.
“Phew, this doesn’t mean anything now.”
Ken looked down at his body with a complicated expression.
It would be a lie to say that there was no shock at all, but it wasn’t to the extent that I was struggling with my own identity.
Perhaps it is because the body that has already completely turned into a demon is also influencing the way of thinking.
‘It looks like it’s already too late to save him.’
I could tell that at a glance.
Now, it is barely holding on to its breath thanks to some kind of consciousness, but in reality, it is already no different from a dead corpse.
The spirit and flesh are like burnt ash, with only traces remaining, and the unique skills that were prepared in advance show no sign of being activated.
The fact that aging did not come was simply an aftereffect of an evil ritual, as the body had long since become a true settler.
It was only natural, since he had been in Auterica for nearly thirty years.
He turned his head slightly and saw the corpses on the small altar.
They must have been Earthlings in the same situation as Ken.
I felt uneasy at the thought that soon my body would become like them.
‘The condition of those who are still alive is largely similar. What a terrible method. What on earth were they trying to do?’
At that moment, Ken was lost in thought.
“Hahaha!”
“Kahang! Kahang!”
Every now and then, a three-headed dog the size of a large dog would lightly trot into the space he was in, accompanied by a strange howling sound.
Despite having the face of a dog, he had an expression full of deep satisfaction and contentment that could be felt at a glance.
“Davidson? How did you get there so quickly?”
Ken, his eyes wide open, looked him over.
The fact that he followed me here means that he dealt with Sodian.
A wizard type who built a workshop in his own residence—and who dealt with a Marquis-level demon tribe so quickly.
And looking at it, it didn’t seem like there was that much damage.
‘No, have I been wasting more time here than I thought?’
But even so, it was still great.
Even if you fight an opponent of the same marquis level, you won’t have enough time to decide the outcome even if you fight all day.
‘Maybe this guy ate the essence of that weird duke and inherited his power.’
While Ken was secretly admiring it.
Davidson, who had followed his scent all the way here, was moving his three heads diligently to look around.
Golden letters carved everywhere, dozens of offerings placed on small altars, and among them… a man with a face that looks just like Ken.
“Ka-heung?”
Davidson’s eyes narrowed as he looked back and forth between the two of them several times.
At the same time, a strange majesty began to emanate from that small body.
Is it because the order has already been clearly established?
He didn’t say a word, but somehow Ken seemed to know what he wanted.
“Ahem… This is hard to explain in words. I just found out this time, but it seems like this was my original body. My original body had the ability to transfer its consciousness to other places, but now I am….”
His words, which had been rambling on and on as if he was reporting his past events to his superior or making excuses, suddenly stopped.
And then he just opened his mouth and couldn’t open his mouth.
What am I now… What’s next…?
‘Why didn’t I think of it until now?’
I figured out why things turned out this way.
The problem comes next.
Where on earth did this body, imbued with the consciousness of “thought transfer” used by Ken Miyamoto, come from?
‘It’s the same as before. It’s as important as the truth about this matter, but I didn’t even suspect it until you told me.’
Unprecedented power felt in the palm of your hand.
The magical power of the Count-level demon race that had reached the realm of transcendence boiled up like an active volcano from deep within his body.
The body he now occupied was by no means an ordinary body.
Even if you just do a simple calculation, he was a strong person who could be ranked in the double digits in the entire demon world.
And above all···.
‘···I’ve had this power ever since my memories as a demon began.’
It is absurd to say that “Thought Transfer” stole the body of a demon with that much power by throwing it away like gambling.
Rather, it would have been normal for this side to be torn to shreds as soon as it made contact with the opponent’s mind.
‘That means… this enormous body was left without an owner.’
At that exquisite timing, of all times, he was attempting to gamble.
Coincidentally, the synchronization rate with the main body is so high that there is no sense of incongruity.
A body that can even ignore the lack of enlightenment and raise it to a state of enlightenment.
You accepted Ken’s accident as if you were waiting for it to happen?
How could something so good happen?
Kurururung—
At that moment, his sensitive senses felt a faint vibration that shook the entire temple.
An earthquake that becomes more and more powerful as time passes.
Soon he could tell that it was something coming up from below.
“Could it be that Sodian wasn’t the only one guarding this place? Davidson! Can you still fight…? Hah!”
Ken turned his head quickly and looked at Davidson.
But he couldn’t finish his speech.
Ewww—
One of the heads that was looking at him with meaningful eyes suddenly bit his hand.
“Eww! What are you doing all of a sudden!”
Ken frowned as he felt his energy drain away in clumps and shouted roughly.
The wound itself wasn’t a big deal since it healed quickly, but I couldn’t just ignore it since I was attacked without warning by someone I thought was an ally.
But his anger did not last long.
“Ah, as expected.”
Because of the loud voice that was suddenly heard.
“···Who are you!”
Ken, his guard up, looked around hurriedly.
All that’s left here are himself, Davidson, and the sacrifices barely breathing.
I was already on edge with unexpected situations happening one after another, so I couldn’t help but react sensitively when I heard an unidentified voice without any particular sound.
“Whoa! Where is he looking?”
“Hahaha! I thought so from the beginning, but he seems a bit stupid!”
“It’s a shame. It would have been better if we had three heads like that.”
But Ken’s expression turned pale at the voice he heard next.
Unlike the time before when I was hesitant, this time I heard it for sure.
He looked down with a blank look in his eyes, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings.
There, a three-headed dog with a sullen expression was staring blankly up at him.
“You could speak···.”
“Okay, that’s fine.”
At that indifferent answer, memories of the humiliation he had endured flashed through Ken’s mind.
The days when I lost my bed to the dog in a fight for dominance and had to sleep on the floor, and the moments when I had to complain to get meat.
He had so much he wanted to say, but he swallowed it with great effort and closed his eyes tightly.
He also had a keen eye for time and place.
“Anyway, that body doesn’t belong to you right now, right?”
“···That is true, though.”
Davidson nodded, looking around, ignoring him who answered with a frown as if he was still dissatisfied.
The prayers carved all over the place were completely erased from this world, so it was ‘impossible’ to exist, but for him, who was from another world and possessed ‘Xenoglossy’, it was a problem that didn’t really matter.
“Ugh! This is probably···.”
One of the heads that had been scanning the surroundings for a while kept twitching its nose and smacking its lips.
“I think the one coming now is the owner of that body?”
“what?”
“Hahaha! This is unusual! The taste was definitely of the Count’s level. The smell that is getting closer now is not just that bad, is it?”
His sensors, which boasted a sense of smell no less than Diana’s, were reacting loudly when he ate it once.
Before coming here, a being greater than the Marquis-level demon tribe Sodian and the Duke-level demon tribe Karakul is approaching this place.
“Oh my, where did you go? And you ended up stuck in a place like this?”
“What are you talking about… No, wait. No way?”
Kukukung! Kwaaang—!
The growing vibrations finally reached our immediate vicinity.
A dark shape that had been visible from afar began to approach quickly.
“Ugh! But isn’t this a bit difficult? I smelled it and just in case.”
“···Ugh, I don’t have the strength to do this.”
There’s just one problem.
“There’s no meat!”
That being was a fleshless spirit that was Davidson’s natural enemy… no, it was a being whose entire body was made up of a curse.
[————!]
A hollow cry swept through the air.
