Hermit Wizard

Despair and fear filled with telepathy.

I'm terrified with my vision blocked. While being treated like this, he never attempts to commit suicide ‘in a sane state'.

Even if you tie your hands and feet together in the body structure, you can burst the circulatory system of your own will and kill yourself. Nevertheless, it's because I know I won't try to regain consciousness.

· · · What else are you going to ask today?

A fake god who closely apprehended his mind closes his emotions and asks me. But I noticed an extreme tension he couldn't hide completely. The horror of death, which cannot be avoided if you are the contractor of the Demons, is overwhelmed by its weight.

After suppressing the fake god, I woke up like this once every day and repeated the interrogation and knocked him out again.

· · · I have nothing more to say. · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

‘Tell me everything you know’ doesn't make sense. Concerned that there might be some truth that has not yet been told to me, I continued to add new questions and continued to interrogate for close to two months.

Over time, the fake god became more frightened. The first time in the wilderness, he roared in front of me and burst into fury, but gradually he realized his position.

The fake god must have been scared every time he fell asleep in the cistern every day. Maybe he won't take his life in the unconscious gap.

I wonder if I can open my eyes again. By the time the freedom of thought returns, he is already dead, and his soul is in the hands of the devil.

And now, I think I have almost all the information I can get from him, and I'm done talking to Parvash.

· · · · · ·!

When the invisible fake god has no answer from me, he shrugs to see if anxiety rises. I lifted two memory decisions in my hand. We originally planned to use only memory decisions about your organization, but there is no reason not to use all the remaining memories.

I believe that Yodmo would have cut off his memory well, but I think there is a good chance that there will still be useful information on the big decision side.

So how do we use these decisions?

I spread out my palms and put two marbles in the air. Slowly, it flies towards the head of a fake god.

I'm not Yodmo. I cannot eat the decision to check the content of this memory or plant it in my mind. Then I will mix with my original memory, which is only a few decades away, and I will cease to exist as me.

I said, "You just need to get in touch with the brain. ”

[Yes.]

My decade-old memories and the lives of 29 of them. Balance doesn't fit, it doesn't fit.

But at the end of the millennium, I was already acquiring a presence with memories. If you're familiar with that dose of memory, you're more likely to endure dozens of additional injections of human memory.

Moreover, there are implications for telling the truth.

I send eyes to Yooseong. I've already heard about it, and I'm not taking my eyes off a fake god.

Two opaque beads were soon absorbed into his head.

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!

I think my head will be shattered by the scream of a fake god who took my memory and shot me with a telepath. I wait a while to close the receiver line circuit.

The fake god shudders with a constant convulsion. The feeling that the memory of 29 people's lives is absorbed at once is simply painful.

The purple sap flows from the eight branch-like organs listed on his stomach. When you get a transparent body fluid, it's really a sign of death.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I prepared my mind, but I can't see it comfortably.

No matter how different the race is, my heart seems to be tightening. However, I was trying to overcome the urge to avoid the gaze, but instead, I was bracing my eyes and looking at the scene.

I asked Yuyu to observe my soul, but I don't take my eyes off her either. After a while, his convulsions gradually calmed down without the situation he was fortunately worried about.

His tremor stops, and I sigh of relief. After seeing that the breathing stabilized to some extent, I spoke.

“Who are you? ”

A fake god, who detects the telepathy passed on by Parvash, raises his head close and answers.

Despite dozens of memories wielding, the implications of planting them continue to apply.

"My name is Brendan Elliott,” what do you mean! What are these memories? “I am Tamim Al Hamad, Anna Hawkins...” What have you done to me! ”Umberto Velomo!” Shut up! I'm # $sdfs # @...! “Chris O'Neill, no. David Moriyama?” Enough! “I · · ·, I · · ·, Aaaah! ”

He starts to pour out so many names by simultaneously fostering Telepathy. Each memory spits out the truth you know.

Many of the names I speak of as nurturing do not match the passports I have. I think it was a forged ID.

All 29 of the people whose memories were absorbed were English-speaking, and the language that the fake god spat out was English. When I heard it, I put magic into the words I had prepared in advance. · · · You're going to use this for this.

Having confirmed that the memory was absorbed, I decided to move on to the full question.

“All right, I'll ask. ”

Now the memory in him can be understood even if he answers in English.

I first check what I was most curious about. I wanted to hear the answer through the memory of the person who actually belonged to the organization.

“Your group is working on a plan to revive the dragon now? ”

Fake God's memory gives the original answer through telepathy.

· · · I do not have a group. · · · Ah? This is · · ·. You planted their memories on me!

Implications are affecting all memories, and 29 memories respond to my questions by force, even in a state of confusion.

Without confronting each other as to whether the same answer had been given in all memories, he replied to me by fostering one word, a way of speaking familiar to those memories.

“· · · · · ”

Oh, shit!

I ask in a row.

“What's the name of the organization? ”

The telepathy of a man who knows that it is not a question asked in the memory of a fake god, but answers it by force.

I've only been independent for a few hundred years...!

And the information I wanted to hear came from fostering him.

“We are the guardians of the Covenant on Civil and Political Rights. ’ ”

This is it.

I glance at the idea that I have found clues to focus on the question.

“What is the purpose of the organization? ”

He answers.

I don't know any more about their organization than I told you before.

“We were chosen by him and consecrated to defend the Great Convention. Track and retrieve, dispose of, defend the continent's boundaries, and monitor those who cross the wall to implement the Convention. ”

The leader who was listening nodded and said,

Calling him here today is also intended to create a witness. I've checked the memory of 29 people by myself and passed it on to them because the decision-makers in the backgrounder may not believe it.

“I know what the Continental Boundary is, the Great Convention. I want to talk about all the creatures that crossed the walls of this world and the conventions that the dragon made after the war. As a result, we were restricted from entering the continent at the racial level and engaging with humans. ”

This is a story I've heard so far.

“Even if some individuals entered the continent or came into contact with humans, it was forbidden to pass the law or reveal their identity. I assumed the existence of the dragon's eyes and hands, but I didn't know it was a mixture of human tissues. ”

Then he tilts his head.

“By the way, that's weird. The dragon is dead, and we've confirmed that the Convention has returned to zero effect. How do you want to protect it? ”

When he passes on his question, false gods and memories answer.

I don't know

“· · · We do not recognize the termination of the Convention. We will continue to carry out the given mission until the day we raise him up. At the same time as he is resurrected, the force of the Convention will also be restored. ”

That sounds like a natural way to resurrect.

“A group called the guardians of the Great Convention, how the hell are you trying to save the dragon? ”

The answer was disappointing.

I don't know

“Maybe.”

Of course I don't know about fake God's memory, but why do you think I don't know about those 29 people? Only a small part of that organization knows about it. When I ask you that, you come back.

I don't know

“Only the executive knows the plan in detail. This is unauthorized information for apprentices like us. ”

I question again.

“Tell me all the names and materials of the executives you know! ”

Then their memory borrowed a fake god's mouth and spit out a few names and places. Most of them were closer to nicknames than real names, and the place didn't know the right address, but it was about somewhere.

The more I interrogate, the more I know. It seems that the end of the guardians of the Great Convention is made up of thorough dotted tissue. These so-called apprentices barely knew the right information.

After the ritual of baptism (I heard it was close to the brainwasher that mobilized the magic), I only seem to repeat the training and mission according to the above order. I don't know where the headquarters is, but I am only sceptical about the ideals and objectives of the injected tissue.

I then continued to ask where I cared. What do you think of humans who use the power of miracles? I was strongly convinced that this organization might have been involved in American terrorism.

“You said you were disposing of a human wizard, right? Did you kill them all? ”

The fake god replies in a low repressed voice.

“The apprentice retrieves the human wizard. Subsequent dispositions are within the jurisdiction of the executives, we do not know. ”

“Why would you do that? ”

“Because exercising the power of miracles is the same thing as committing crimes against humanity. It is only the guardians of the Great Convention who have acknowledged his magic as a human being and directly controlled the numbers...! ”

After all, you can't be them. It is assumable that their organization already has a human wizard.

“Why is it a sin to learn magic? ”

“Magic training grows the soul and expands spirituality. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. That's the basic common sense that every wizard knows.

“· · · That's right, but what is it? ”

“Growing the horror of the soul is something that is not permitted to the human race. ”

· · · is increasingly falling into the labyrinth.

“We stop it. One of the most sacred missions of all time. ”

[That's a little weird.]

“Yeah. It can't have been a long time, but it's the same without a human wizard before opening the channel, right? ”

“· · · Not so. Over the long years since the Great Convention, a significant number of human wizards have existed in the world. A small number of human beings are born with talent despite the chains of the species. ”

Whether he tries to resist compulsion or not, he wins and talks.

“Most of them finish their lives without awakening magic, but some of the extremely rare seeds unleash their power with strong origins without proper spells. ”

Only as a talent holder as a wizard did it appear rare before the channel opened. However, what he specifies now seems to be a case like me that actually succeeded in implementing magic.

“Dangerous people who instinctively use magic without teaching. They can cause miracles during the unconscious. ”

Yes, a handful of geniuses who open the horsepower circuit with magnetic force. It was strange. In this long history of humanity, was there only one person who was born with such qualities?

The fake god continued to answer with my interrogation.

“The strange phenomena of the body floating in the air or screaming while sleeping, such as the burning of healthy trees, easily spread rumors and soon became our target. ”

“Oh, my God.”

That's not another story.

“And they were isolated and concealed and disappeared before they were even recorded in the history of mankind. We have played a role in filling the gaps where the chains of the species have not yet reached their full strength. ”

[Min Joon, it was a good thing you summoned me in a room with no one. If you were seen outside,]

I agree with Parvasse's words in my mind.

What if my first subpoena didn't go to sleep, it went to people? And what if the summoned creature was not a spirit, but a flesh?

It doesn't stop there. The danger was always by my side. I had no concept, nor did Parvasse lack information about the world. What would have happened if what I was saying at school had not been treated as a child's delusion?

From the moment he was able to move his body, he also had knowledge of the world and strictly forbidden me from saying and doing such things. But what if I broke his word and exposed him to the outside world?

After all, I would have been recovered from them.

In the end, it means that the authors have prevented the creation of a proper wizard among humanity.

I calm my heart, pointing out that none of the words he said had any meaning.

“What does the shackle of a species mean? ”

He talks by nurturing.

“After the Great Convention, the peoples who crossed the wall were expelled from the continent. At that time, most of the islands were sparsely populated, and therefore did not meet the conditions as the birthplace of civilization. ”

The voice starts to twist.

“He forbids the outcasts from handing over magic to men. And he recovered all the knowledge of humankind's magic. ”

It feels like a complete picture of what has happened in this world.

“And finally, he used his own power to fill the chains that suppress magic in the genes of a species called man. And that shackle has continued its strength until recently. ”

The power of the Savior to suppress magic.

As soon as I hear it, I have a guess.

However, with the knowledge I have known so far, it was simply the power to deny and destroy the magic that was triggered. I never imagined it would be possible to suppress the magical possibilities of a species called humans.

No, wait a minute. If you had used your power on such an absurd scale, you would have been hit by a massive counterattack. Why would you do that to yourself?

[· · · What the savior had to deal with would indeed have been a tremendous reaction. As far as we're concerned, the power to annul the magic of the entire planet will be weaker than the penalty. And as far as that is concerned, what the hell did the dragon want to do with the humans of this world?]

Parvasse is right.

After all, the Savior of the Earth has been struggling to prevent magic from spreading to human civilization for a long time.

‘No, but it is possible to detect Parvash, the power of the savior's echo.' If it's embedded in human blood, why didn't we know that? ’

[I don't know, because it's a tiny fragment of power embedded in a gene, but anyway, the thing is, I've been in your mind a few times, and I've shared your senses several times, but I've never felt that way in your body. Now that the savior is dead, of course there will be no one.]

This world where wizard talent holders were extremely sparse. I thought I could now understand why things suddenly changed after the death of the Savior.

For at the same time as death, power will be consumed together.

... the power of pottery, which he sowed to his distant ancestors.

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