A Wish to Grab Happiness

The noise was ringing. I don't know where it's ringing from at all, Mordoe-Gorn. It seems to be approaching from far away, and even sneaking up from the back of his ear again.

- Goo, n - Goo on -.

Exactly. It has a majestic bell, but it's as tonal as it sounds. The sound comes a little closer, little by little. Makes you even feel comfortable, its tone. Then the sound touched Mordor's ear.

Moments, his flesh, explodes. Bones snap. The skin screams.

flesh, blood and bones that were shaping a human being named Mordor. Even then, from skin to hair, they twist and pull, making strange noises that humans should not make and degenerate their appearance. It's like it should be. But like I said.

A broken skin causes a blood splash to jump down the hallway, with folded bones rising in an improbable direction. The meat was forced to move what was not supposed to happen. My throat rings an improbable scream for a moment.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's no longer a voice. A voice that overlaps odd and barbaric voices and is tailored to just a murmur. But for Mordeau, that's nothing more than a cry of petition. It must be a word of prayer to God.

What's happening? What are you doing to yourself? That is not the will of Mordor. It's not what Mordo wants. One finger, Mordeau is not thinking of moving it, etc. Even so, the flesh causes itself to be lifted up by some great force, and the bone turns into crushed powder, and the organ transforms its function itself.

Tough. There's more to being tough.

The fear that your body is bewitched outside of your will. Unknowingly, this sensation of your hair that you are being transformed into something completely different.

Oh, now the meat explodes, the bones rip, the blood splashes and dirty the surroundings. There's nothing left to tell me that I'm safe.

But why is he still alive? How can you be alive without losing your fine life?

All Mordeau's shouting petitions, all over his chest that could hope for death, make everything step on its feet. The meat degenerates and, little by little, begins to take one form or another. The meat is kneaded and crushed like clay, shaping a new body.

Finally, when the sound of meat degenerating stopped, the flesh, which was once supposed to be a human being by the name of Mordoe-Gorn, had no longer lost any of its remnants.

The look was exactly what it looked like, a beast shaped from a meat mass. Is the flesh swollen, and the body of its beast far greater than that of Mordor? It's in a wide hallway, and the ceiling is about to reach its skull. Its body has a large, flesh-cut mouth. I have fangs that stick out broken bones. There are several arms and legs that strain the flesh.

Oh, people do this, monsters and I guess that's what they call it.

Mordor had often been made to understand that he had come to the monster of tough flesh, no longer deprived of his former appearance. For Mordeau, it was tough above all to be a monster, to be perverted with all of his flesh, and his spirit to remain sane.

Now, let's ask. What is this? It is not a very god-forgiving shape-shape. Very much not a god-generated being. Now I wonder what it has become. Whatever it is, I wonder what it is. I don't know.

Mordor's monster, and the black eyes of the fialert he despised, open his eyes and stare at Mordor-like. Behind those eyes was a consternation that was still going to scream. I wonder why, Mordeau found that Arueno, behind him, moved his lips like this, still with some vain expression.

- Then guard the Virgin through her body, and spread the glory of God upon the earth. Yeah, much. Only then will salvation be given.

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Open the gate and step into the Lordship Hall grounds. The dark night was in the dark, but the thin green light columns were closer, and the garden tip could be seen far deeper. While I'm walking about half a step ahead of Kalia, I'm struggling to pull my ear and remove the bell-like tone that I'm still trying not to get away from behind my ear.

That was an unpleasant sound. It sounds very, very bad. Such an indescribably painful tone that the bone marrow can be licked with a thorny tongue, forcing the back of the teeth to rub with a blade. That's still sticking to my ear, and you can't take it off. Oh, my God, that's offensive.

Something's wrong, and Karia throws her voice in surprise from behind. Turning a little back, the silver hair was shaking at the edge of his sight.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I suppose so. There is no such thing. Because of the tone earlier, I just remembered a little, a little bit of the bitter taste that was rooting deep in my memory. That's just it. Yes, it was when I told him with my heels ringing.

- D, Gah.

The Lordship Hall, its upstairs part, collapsed as it scattered a shitty crushing noise around it. I get paralyzed, as if the back of my ear was cramped.

I glanced at him. Even if I accidentally turn my gaze towards you, the sand smoke rises and the condition is unclear. But I saw something, a giant body very unlikely to be human, waving its shadow behind the smoke.

What the hell is that?

Unexpectedly, my lips were moving so naturally. Rather than a shock, rather than a stunner, just a pure question was gushing out of his chest and jumping out of his throat. What the hell is that?

Warcraft. No, it can't be that. This is the heart of the city. There is no way that a warcraft can appear suddenly in such a place. Then you're human. Say stupid. Is that what it is? Humans don't grow a few arms.

So, what the hell is it? He said he just reflected that shadow in his eyes that seemed to be behind the smoke, shivering as if his fingertips had cramped, and his lips were strangely dry.

"I don't know, I think. Of course, a mythical monster has appeared here now. There is no such thing as"

Slowly leak your words as you skew your cheeks. The trembling hand was still stretched out to the treasure sword at his waist. Kalia, I'm sure it's the same. No, rather, much quicker than blunt me, I must have had my weapon in place. The ends of her lips were slightly upward.

"Well. Whatever it is, I'm not on your side. If that's on the side of man, then man's life is over."

And Karia continued her words, leaking a strangely smooth voice. I know I don't have to say anything further.

Yes, even if that is a human enemy, an ally, etc. Definitely, it must be an enemy to us.

Whatever, until the smoke cleared, our party member, Fialert-la-Borgograd, stood there, looking like a monster of a thick meat mass.

That figure, oh, what a brave thing to do.