Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

"Oh no..."

The man gives a desperate look. The man who thought it was something that would cut him off spazzly with Jack's demon sword learns hesitation. Clearly a small knife with a bad cut. I don't know how long this will take to chop off my right arm.

That means that times of pain can be felt forever. A sharp Jack's Devil's Sword would only take a moment to chop off the fear, and the rest is time to endure the pain.

But you have to watch your right arm be cut off in the shattered little knife, now or now. The pain that persists even in the same pain and the visual pain of seeing your right arm twitched and chopped off in front of you is immeasurable.

In addition, it's not Jack, it's himself who chops it off. Even though it would be painful to just give a guide to your right arm with your own hands, you would need to be quite prepared if you were to do that with an uncut knife. Can I endure pain in this situation without anesthesia? Can it be cut off to the end?

A man's readiness rocks.

"What's the matter? You're not gonna do it?

"Knock..."

A man can't say anything back to Jack urging me if he hasn't already. If you escape here, you will be killed by Jack's hand. Besides, he is a demon famous for enjoying murder. I don't know what way they kill me.

Drop your own right arm if you don't like that. Both are waiting only for desperate pain. But if I could survive, it was the man's feeling that I wanted to survive.

A man has a family. My wife, who's been married for ten years, and my daughter, who will be four next time. You may lose your earnings as an adventurer, but you can't die leaving behind the existence of a family.

The man takes it to his right shoulder when he takes the small knife that was never falling in front of him.

"You're gonna miss me if I drop my right arm, aren't you?

"Guaranteed mercy"

"Right."

When the man decides to, he waves his left hand wide and inserts a small knife into his right shoulder.

"Ugh..."

A knife about five centimeters across the blade stabs the man's right shoulder deeply, but naturally the man's right arm is not cut off to that extent. A man cries out in agony at the burning pain of ginseng.

Fortunately the man was a magician of water attributes, or the pain is soon quenched by sedation. This is the man I thought I could handle, but shortly afterwards, the pain increases rapidly.

"You don't use magic."

"hey... to..."

"I wiped out the water in the dark"

A merciless word released from Jack's mouth. The man gives up there remembering what kind of person Jack is.

"What's the matter? Are we done here?

"Not yet..."

Against Jack urging, the man slightly backwards and forwards a small knife that distresses his face but grips it in his left hand. The man is bored by the unspeakable pain he visits as soon as possible, but he can't stop that hand.

I am reminded of the fact that the sound of galligori transmitted to my left hand is slashing my own bones. The pain of visiting without stopping and the blood that runs out without staying.

Blood also spilled out of the mouth of a man in agony. His mouth was probably damaged by eating his teeth out of the excess pain. But that's about it. It didn't matter to the man.

Now I just move my left hand to live.

I inadvertently transfer my gaze to my right shoulder wondering when it will be over, but what has come into my eyes is my right arm, which has not yet been cut off by a quarter. I wonder if I'm going to repeat the pain I've been through three times. My left hand also stops because I'm attacked by the feeling that I'm going a long way ahead.

"What did you do?

But Jack won't allow himself to rest. Jack is just the devil who subtracts his left hand from moving it yet or not.

The man moves his left hand again. Visiting is unspeakably painful and petite and the sound of something being cut off. Apparently the fibers in the muscles have been slashed, not the bones.

Then the punishment of the man continues.

How long has it been, a man looked at his right arm. The bones are then completely detached, with the rest only being muscles. The man, who was in so much pain that he didn't even know what it felt like to be passed on to his left hand, begins to see light in the work done about two-thirds of the time.

But at the same time, I think of the mundane question of whether it can be cut off like this. A third of them are still connected. If we keep running into the hospital, we might be able to connect. But if you cut it off completely, there won't be any more connections.

What are we gonna do?

A man thinks in a painful and hazy consciousness. If we run away like this, we might be able to figure it out. What to do, what to do, what to do.

A voice that starts to circle around in my head. But at the next moment, the word was overturned by Jack's voice.

"Not yet?

Jack asked boringly. But I can't help it. It's about thirty minutes since a man put a knife in his own arm. In the meantime, it was just time for Jack to get bored already watching the guy.

So Jack threatens a man to hurry.

"If we don't finish it in three minutes, it's gonna hurt your family, huh?

"Ah..."

He was a man who tried to emit something, but he couldn't turn his tongue in pain anymore. But a man learns more fear of the word than ever before. The dark way is so cruel that even if I just heard it, I would feel comfortable.

I want to avoid their eyes peeling at my family like that. The man began to move his left hand all at once.

It's impossible for a man who took more than half an hour to finish two thirds to finish the rest in three minutes first. But the man starts to move his left hand unconsciously.

Pain strikes a man again, but it no longer matters. It was painfully good to think of my family. What comes to mind is the smile of my wife and daughter. The strong will to absolutely protect moved the man, and the time had finally come.

Botri, the man's right arm is cut off from his torso making the noise. The man stared at Jack as he held back the bloodshed with his left hand.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Wordless, but with those eyes saying, "That's it, right? I know exactly what you're saying." Jack replied with a gentle voice when he smiled.

"I know exactly what you think."

……

"I respect you for dropping your own arm."

……

The man's expression becomes slightly brighter. Now I'm convinced I've been missed. But Jack's floating grin becomes disgustingly malicious.

"But a five-minute delay. Time's up."

"Sooo..."

"Your family will be coming to you soon, too."

Jack waves the Devil's Sword up by saying so without any hesitation. The demon sword was waved down without stopping, and the man broke vertically into two pieces.

One side stains with blood around.

"Thank you for the merciful end."

A smiling Jack. This is the dark side, this is the Adventurers Union. The traitor suffers thoroughly and represses thoroughly. May such a presence never arise again.

Jack disappears into darkness again as he shakes off the blood on which he waves his demon sword. And in the alley across the street from the building, a new demon king was rescuing the restaurant's daughter from the thugs.