Hermit Wizard

“Now, look at the next page. Human societies are formed about five years after birth. Experience and learn at this time to build attachment and trust, recognize others, endure needs, and share with others. ”

“Of course, forming attachments with parents comes first. The proposition that the psychological relationship with the custodian has a major impact on the child's personality has already been proven. ”

“Only then will babies grow as they learn social skills such as thinking skills or concessions. All of these courses are considered to be taught before the age of 5 years."

Snap!

I press the mouse button with a sluggish expression.

The video of the course that was floating on the laptop screen with a click is paused. The middle-aged woman standing in front of the chalkboard hardens with a stop screen. With a ridiculous look like a humiliating capture.

The header of the Internet window I floated on reads:

Department of Early Childhood Education and Communications, OO University – (major) “Early Childhood Development”

Ah, I'm tired. I'm sick of it.

Parvasse approaches behind my back and looks at the screen. Then he murmurs.

[You must be delighted.]

I squirm my mouth.

“I have to go immigrate, I can't live. ”

What I'm doing right now is because of the admission notice that could not have been avoided as long as I was registered. I joined the broadcasting company this year to slow down my enrolment, and my first semester was almost F.

Why are you suddenly taking classes that aren't my specialty this semester? Of course, suddenly I'm going to be a kindergarten teacher, and I'm not doing this. I don't think it's the right choice for the kids or for me.

It's just that there's something that bothers me. Looking at the classes that were opened regardless of their specialty, this class caught my eye.

So the rest of the applications are roughly based on this and we're listening very hard. But I don't like the fact that the professor only keeps telling obvious stories. I want to take a vacation soon.

Roll on the couch and turn on the TV. I touched the remote.

“How many fingers do I need to cut and then get a re-sword? Then the exemption will be lifted, right? Then we'll have a bottle of advanced elixir and then regenerate it. Genius, isn't it?”

Parvasse's answer was negative.

[I don't want any more damage to the mind or the body. Elixer is just a catalyst for regeneration, essentially using the energy of your body. You're already in good shape.]

I scratch my head.

“No, I think it's better this way. I have to hit the curb. ”

[Hmm.]

The uncomfortable planting of Parvasse was reported through the intention. I started scrambling the Internet with my cell phone in my hand, listening to the sound of TV. Search in the search box with the keyword "Military Exempt Finger." How many do we have to cut? Can I cut two or three?

[However, Min Joon.]

“Why?"

[Most of your peers in this country seem to be going to college?]

Why all of a sudden?

“Most of them don't even go to the army. That means I can't run away from everything and do my duty to the defense, right? ”

[That's not what it means. I'm telling the story after all this has been solved.]

“Hmm?”

Parvasse took out that topic a long time ago. After I heard the death of the dragon from the Savior of Silver Rim, I was stuck in a defensive shield and talked about it when I was playing and eating all day.

[After stopping the resurrection of dragons? Have you ever thought about what to do next? What kind of life will you live?]

You're making all the stars.

“Don't even talk useless. That's enough to beat up all the torturers and think about it after the Balkans have stopped even trying to plan for the Dragon's resurrection. ”

I woke up robbing myself of my seat. I tried to rest until today, but I can't keep reminding myself of my position like that.

Transform the body while making a sound. Then he said bluntly.

“And, do you need to think deeply? There are a few channels open right now. You have to work hard on your magic skills, keep an eye on the shields you open at home, and live on the outside every day. When do you think the xenophobia will attack? What if a fake god shows up again? Then, if the Earth seems to be doomed, we'll have to diverge to a different dimension. ”

Parvasse gave no answer. I'm heading to the basement. I heard the footsteps of the robot following me behind my back.

* * *

Churrrrrrrrr

A figure came to mind in a cistern filled with green liquid.

“Cool! Keke! ”

The restraints tied to the hands and feet move, revealing themselves on the water. His kind is cool and spits the liquid out of his mouth.

Then I slowly flinched to see if the consciousness was coming back. The bare eyes stitched with magical metal wire only fluctuate. Eyes are not visible outside.

A weak consciousness leaked as if it represented a state of mind in the palace.

Huffy! He's alive. Aah! He's alive.

The fake god, who still suffers from terror, shook his whole body. If that's the case, why did you make a deal with the Demons in the first place? But I don't need to know why.

Help me! Help me!

I confront him sharply.

“You're still alive. Who's going to die?”

Ah, please send me back to my original world.

His spirit is extremely weak because of his long-standing friendship with fear. Perhaps I can only answer the truth of the question, even if I don't have the implication of being in the deep of my mind right now.

I wish this horror could be transferred to the roommates. It's unconditional, so I can't implicate them. What a mess.

Please, send it back to the state!

His original self begs through telepathy. But the other memories that were mixed in were also affecting his mind.

“Kill me! Kill me! ”

Fake gods shout out for the opposite of intention. That's the memory of a human apprentice implanted in him. and · · ·,

“Uh-huh, uh-huh! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

I also heard strange noises that seemed to scratch my vocal cords intermittently. It is a phenomenon caused by the memory of the Ashpim Giant. Even though the vocal organs are different and cannot pronounce as they are, they try to make a sound according to the habits of life.

In the case of the Ashpim Giant, only part of the memory was cut and planted. Nevertheless, it seems to have quite an impact because it has a large capacity. So, how many years of memory do you have in his mind?

“I'll let you open one eye from now on. Don't think about it in vain. Just do as you're told. ”

He answers simultaneously through the fostering of a spirit.

Yeah, okay, please don't kill me, I'll do what I say!

“Kill me! Hrrhhhhhhhhhh! ”

It's so messy when you ask me to save you and kill you.

However, the original memory of a fake god is taking the initiative and cannot commit suicide. The words of the soul recovered from the Demons are obvious.

I bounced my finger and fired a magic shot. One of the twenty-three wires that stitched his eyes was cut off. I have recovered magic in my eyes because I may have already lost my sight. Heterosexuals blink with tears.

“Look at that cistern. ”

I point in one direction.

The fake god sees me as he is, and his eyes shake for a moment. But I move my eyes along my fingers without asking anything.

Judging that doing what you do rather than asking questions comes first. Yes, very good.

The fake god trembled at the two cisterns on one side of the room.

Ahhh, I did this again!

“Yes. I'll ask you because you look good. ”

I move my fingers.

“With that ugly guy. ”

Then point your finger to the other side.

“With that nail-sized woman. Take a good look.”

Then I lowered my hand and looked at the fake god.

“Can you manipulate those two? ”

His mixed memories each answer.

Oh, he remembers humans!

“Executive! Hesler! Who is the woman? ”

I shrug.

“Do you have any memories of the apprentices? That man is Hessler, and that woman is Alice. So, can you brainwash? ”

The best way to get information is to brainwash it. I don't know if the two of you have the seeds of domination, but I thought you might want to check it out.

Fake God answers by telepathy. He said he can visualize the mental world of his opponent, and it seems that he can determine how fast he is.

Impossible, Impossible! Sorry, don't kill me! Men have seeds, but it's impossible for me because of the size of the mental world! Sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong · · ·!

Hm, I scratch my chin. I thought this would be a big possibility. Fake gods are about a thousand years old.

In terms of the size of my mind, my time in life is similar to or greater than mine. But it's not normal, it's got a lot of holes in it, it's abnormal impulses, it's sexual desire, it's destructive, it's perverted. I can't see the planar hearing, but I can't see the color!

I speak out of my mind.

“If you have a lot of holes, how can you be strong and brainwashed? ”

Fake God hurriedly shakes his head.

Impossible! Even if it is destroyed and collapsed, that size is absolute!

Anyway, that doesn't work.

“Where's the girl?”

A fake god turns his eyes.

That's · · ·,

I hesitated, followed by a thought.

Women have no seeds of domination. Moreover, at least twice and three times as long ago as I did, how did you get kidnapped by such an ornamental species? You're scared. Are you human? Or are you a demon, too? Or something even worse?

“Noisy. Women don't have seeds, they're even older, right? ”

Don't worry, that's right.

I nod and mutter.

"It would be too much to implant the memory of such a being into a fake god. No matter how much you cut off a part of your memory."

A fake god who guessed my thoughts poured out the notion of unlinguistic primitive terror. Reflectively protruding emotions because of his painful experience.

I can't use that external hard drive right now because it's overloaded. In the first place, the basic capacity was small. With my hand, the body of a fake god floating in the air is locked back into the cistern.

· · Please!

He loses consciousness with a brief thought. I cast a hidden magic into the cistern of a fake god.

With the ability of the laser, I confirmed that the brain is not washing. Impossible because Parvash's implication condition is not met. Then the only remaining means is the most traditional method.

Parvasse told me behind his back.

[I don't know if I can make a confession.]

I answer by stuttering my memory in the horn.

“Fortunately, they both seemed to be in pain. ”

[From which side?]

I confront him.

“From the one with the spirit of entertainment. ”

With my hand, Hesler's body rises in the cistern.

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