Desire

“If you try to kill me, I'll die. ”

He heard the voice of Raw Snow. Persian speaks aloud, but does not look back. The black snow still narrows its eyes and stares at Persian's back.

“I just wanted to kill you, not kill you. ”

“I know, Racunda. You're not evil enough to really kill me for this. ”

The murmur of Persian murmurs and the smell of black snow bursts into laughter.

“You can't be evil. That's the first I've heard of it. It's been pretty quiet for 20 years. ”

“I'd rather be alone than backed away. Because you didn't leave anyone around. ”

Persian's words do not answer the smell of Raw Snow. She grins and turns her head back to look at the black snow scent.

“I've lived a few times longer than you. I know that very well. If you know about humans and vampires and loneliness, you become weak. I realize I'm alone, and I pretend to be committed to it, but eventually I crave it. ”

“... useless, Persian. Don't pretend to be old. ”

The scent of Raw Snow mutters, avoiding Percy's gaze at him slightly. In response, Persian shrugs and looks back.

“.. you can't kill me. You and I met a long time ago, 20 years ago, 20 years later now. We remember each other all that time. Even if we don't see each other often, you and I are friends of 20 years of losing. Being alone, being alone... and not alone, you can't kill me. Because I'm your friend. ”

The smell of Raw Snow made me smile low. The black snow scent recognized Persian's words in my mind.

It's been 20 years since I left the world I was born and grew up in. During the previous time, she separated the Black Snow scent from everyone who was with the Blood Celestial Witch, the Bishop of the Church. I had to say goodbye to my own name. In this world, she was Racunda, not a blood witch, but an aphrodisiac, and a device for the system.

I'm starving. It was unthinkable before. If anyone had asked, he would have snorted. But she did. I know what this world is, and I know that I am in it.

And, she doesn't die.

But people in this world age over time, get sick or die.

For the most part of 20 years, the smell of black snow drifted. I stayed in a port city for a few years, but the rest of my time was in a hunting ground full of monsters. I was there alone, and I made a living. And then what?

I smiled bitterly at the smell of Raw Snow. when you've done something crazy and achieved something you're satisfied with. There was no one with her. If it was a bridge, there might have been someone. There would have been the congregation cheering for the end of the closed palace of the Church, and there would have been those who suppressed old age with a strong history. But this place is neither a middleman nor a bridge. Those who knew them when they lived in the port city were old, and the smell of raw snow could not return to them. Seeing him not getting any older, I was afraid of what they would say.

“... it's useless. ”

The scent of Raw Snow mutters in a misguided voice. Immortality forced by Gladiolus. Despite her strong history, she remains in her current state and no longer grows old or dies. Being old is the same for vampires. The black snow scent lets out a slight sigh.

For Raw Snow, Persian was the world's first and last friend. I said I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't.

“This is it.”

Persian, Raw Snow. I don't talk anymore. The azin between the two seemed a bit frustrated with the silence, but it didn't blur the atmosphere. So they walk a little further, and Persian stops walking. She points to the tree in front of her eyes and says,

“This is my castle. ”

“.. isn't it just a tree? ”

According to Persian, Azin is curious. According to him, Persian points out that this forest is nothing more than a common tree. Nasty, sharp thorns. Everywhere I look, it's not a castle.

“Don't try to see everything from the outside. ”

The scent of Raw Snow glanced at the pain and said. In response, Azin tilted his head, looking back at the smell of Raw Snow. Looking at the azine you didn't notice, the scent of Raw Snow covers your forehead with your hands.

“... I'm such a pathetic student. It's not enough to pull it up gradually, it's not enough to force it up. Didn't she tell you not to trust her eyes? ”

“Is that as easy as it sounds? ”

As Azin grumbled, the smell of Raw Snow came as if it were a sigh.

“You are now forced to acquire senses that no human being can. It allows you to detect even flying attacks from out of your sight. ”

“Attack only.”

I realized what Raw Snow smells like. After gaining the vermillion, his senses are heightened to their extremes. But that doesn't mean Azin can handle it perfectly. It's easy to use in combat. Moving the body squeaks a little, but the hostility and flesh can be read.

But it distinguishes only the obvious. Enemies, fleshly. Attacks that try to harm themselves. Everything else is dull.

“The internal air that builds up on your body is not just about calculating numbers and strengthening your attack, speeding up your body. It is the world itself, and your body that holds it is like a small world. Different world? No, this great world contains a small world called you. ”

What Raw Snow said was a huge crowd. It was a blurry expression of unmanned enlightenment, and it was too much to say in a single epiphany that had never happened to him.

But a clue is given.

“Fairytale.”

The scent of Raw Snow turns around and looks at the pain. At that moment, her body began to disappear before Azin's eyes. The world itself seemed to swallow her up.

“Don't cut off the whole world of you. Melt, be one. ”

I couldn't see the appearance of Raw Snow. But her voice did not stop. Azin narrows his eyes and looks ahead.

This world is a game. Ajin's body is an avatar. The internal air contained in his body is a parameter present in the game. Azin never doubted that.

Use shameless. What is needed is to master the skill, not to realize the horde. The transferred skills are in Azin's head, and triggering them is all about the trigger called 'binding’. So far, Ajin has used his skill. Increased internal air count using deep cardiac technique, activated skill to use no air.

It was denied by the smell of Raw Snow.

Azin gave up his spirit of fortune. Vinacy. It's a kind of passive skill that's constantly being lifted. Determining its movement is the will of Azin. Draws the skill. This will stop Binacy. Azin takes a deep breath.

Consciously examine the internal air in the body.

It was the first time I realized it myself. I've only used my skills mechanically so far. It was because I thought that this world was a simple game, that this body was Avatar and that this body was only a figure that existed to use skills that were not real. I didn't do it because I had no reason to. But...

Once, I tried. When I became conscious of the internal air in my body. Azin's body flutters. It's not real. It's just a game. That idea was completely shattered. It was a strange sensation. It was a transcendent world where belief had been denied all this time, and the world was in Azin.

“Ah. ”

Move the conscious inner air. Not using skills, but like a part of you. Like an open sensation with salsa, the internal air trembles as azin wishes. Azin saw the world. The astonishing world unfolded differently from the world he had seen before. Colors and shapes were no different, but the senses were annoying. Azin stares at you.

The black snow scent is still invisible, but the thorns hanging in front of his eyes.

“Did you see that?”

The smell of Raw Snow subsides. Suddenly, she stands behind him and lays a hand on his shoulder. Ajin didn't say anything.

Is this world really a game?

That's what I thought at the moment. If it's a game, the producer cares about all these details. Azin takes a deep breath. He returned to the original world and put his hand on his forehead. My heart was pounding. I didn't feel this way even when I first gained salvation and the acceleration of the accident. It was a change in his senses, and the senses were the brainwaves that eventually moved the world's avatars. No surprise there. Ajin narrows his eyes.

First is a unfriendly game.

‘That's not it. ’

Azin thought, holding the hand of the black snow scent on his shoulder.

This world isn't unfriendly, it's real.

“Follow me.”

Persian, looking at Azin with strange eyes, moves first as he no longer speaks or acts. She shakes her red head toward the thorns. She looks back, raising her hand at the parched thorn.

“Here, my castle. ”

With that struggle, Persian's body disappears. Azin flinches, but not terribly surprised, at the sight of Persian fading away. because I knew there was something magical about that tree that I didn't know. Raw snow scent caught the azin without hesitation. Azin clammed his mouth as he followed behind the murky scent of walking.

Standing under a tree. Ajin felt a strange sense of camaraderie. The scent of Raw Snow reached out and landed on the tree. Azin watches it with his narrow eyes. The hand of Raw Snow sweeps down the tree.

My vision was greatly shaken.

“No unauthorized personnel may enter. ”

The hall is wide. The lighting is all candles on the wall, and the delicate illumination of the landscape darkens. Persian horse walks along the red carpet on the floor.

“Of course, Racunda, you could tear this place apart without my permission. ”

“You think I'm a very violent barbarian. ”

“Isn't it?”

Persian smiles bloody and asks, and when he does, he sighs heavily. Persian laughs as he hears it. Azin walks along the lead Persian and looks around. The hall was wide enough to be called a castle. The walls were pale red and did not appear to be decorative except for candlesticks. Ajin takes a breath. There was nothing special about it.

“... What is this? ”

Azin asks for Persic. Persian shrugs.

“It's a kind of quarantine. I'm a vampire, and I'm an excellent magician. ”

“Can any wizard have a place like this? ”

“That's not true. I don't know, but a wizard who could build a quarantine of this magnitude would put his finger on it. Even if I'm good as a wizard, it's impossible to make this kind of space purely magical. ”

“Well, how? ”

“Because I'm a vampire. ”

Persian replies with a smiling voice.