Hermit Wizard

“... where is my father, my father? Why don't you feel anything? ”

I don't know if a man is an intact psychic like Parvasse or a fragment of the mentality left by a trafficker. If it's the latter, it's a strange thing.

An old torturer who was made out of fragments of flesh is a psychic who was made out of fragments again. You think it's a piece of debris?

“I don't feel connected to him at all. I could see the sense of connection with my father even after I was abandoned and buried on the ground. And I fell asleep. But I don't feel anything right now! ”

He shakes his head.

“I feel like I've been sleeping for a very long time. Why are you suddenly awake now? ”

It is said that the last memory will be buried in the ground, meaning that no modern traffickers have woken him up ever since. If so, · · ·,

Now I wonder, too. Why is this happening now?

Are you awake because of me?

“Tell me, is my father dead? ”

That seems to be close to confirmation after the phenomenon has already been identified. You cannot feel the connection with the Old Testament who is the source of existence. I nodded quietly because I didn't think it would work if I lied. Then the man's eyes waved.

“Yeah, I see. ”

A silence that lasts for a while,

I tell Parvash.

‘That, no matter how normal it seems,'

A man opens his mouth before his unwillingness to let Parvash hear is fulfilled. The sound of decisiveness echoes.

“If so, I am. ”

His eyes glow with horror.

“If my father is dead, I have no choice but to continue his maintenance. You have to follow the order of the most primitive primitive. ”

What, does it end up that way? I give a signal towards my chest. Once again, one movement came back as an answer.

“I know why I opened my eyes at this point. To fulfill his great will. ”

Nasty will pierces me.

“It was because Ensi came into this nest. ”

Farr, the atmosphere is ringing. The texture of the air began to change. A man mutters, sweeping his chest full of tattoos.

“Ensi appeared before me, so I have no choice but to carry out my mission. ”

The surrounding atmosphere dries rapidly. A tiny drop of water flocculates in front of the man's glands. The crystal of moisture formed reflects the light of magic illumination and shines like a diamond.

That's not magic. I also have impulses. Moisture in the atmosphere was moved and agglomerated in molecular units by the force of will.

Physical phenomena created by the mind. It cannot be harmful to itself, but it cannot have an effect on the same material being. I convey my will to my heart. ‘Let's finish it at once. ’

The man said with a sound of air.

“So, I will kill you here. From the moment I was born, for a mission in my arms. And I will bury your soul here together. ”

I answer quietly. I also changed my tone.

“Should I? Do you mean to be loyal? He's already dead, and he even abandoned you when he was alive. ”

Keep your senses sharp while saying so. The will of a man who boils in space.

“Even the father who abandoned me is the origin of my existence. I still salute and flatter him. ”

Cool tentacles that wrap my arms around me. It flows down the sleeve.

“Hmm · · ·, why? ”

I said it like a frenzy.

“That's a typical affection deficit. You're obsessed with your abandoned parents, and you're hanging around for recognition. When I was a kid, a lot of wounded kids grew up craving unfulfilled affection like you. I didn't make it up. Authority of Early Childhood Psychological Development, Professor of Neurology

He attempted to divert attention, but he did not measure what he heard. Knock it off.

Physical attacks through magic will not work on the opponent. However, there is no time to build a grand enchantment that will affect the spirit. There is only one way. One hit at a time.

Then, the man who was ready vibrated his power.

“I keep it here! ”

I mutter with horsepower.

It's priceless.

Fichung!

A man-made wind explodes. Fires a drop of ammunition with a strong force.

Ping!

But with a sharp noise, I bounced off my shield.

“No! ”

A man's face twitches. The bullets in the water I have blocked are oriented again, drawing the trajectory of a large semicircle. And they fly after me like guided missiles.

But I was already reaching out to him. Scream inside. Go!

And a bronze tentacle stretched out from my sleeve!

“Arghhhhhh!”

Dozens of strands of tentacles stretched out of the sleeve penetrate the man's mind without any reason. His body became a wretched figure like a dummy doll practicing suturing by a skillless surgical intern.

Fischeung!

In the meantime, the bullets of water rushed back to me to make sure I was desperately focused.

Ping!

I bounce off my shield a few times and get stuck. Over time, bullets are getting bigger. They are constantly collecting and flocculating underground moisture. Indicators are unpaired to dry, but there seems to be some humidity in the basement.

“Blue Flower of Linaforce! ”

I shouted the spell with my right hand out of the tentacles.

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Flowing with his hands was a blue flame that burned in overlap. It had the shape of a blossom round the base of dozens of tongues. The shape of the tongue with one petal moving smoothly.

Fajic!

The base of the tongue made of flame was evaporated by swallowing a bullet of water in a single breath.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I can hear the screams of a man's mind screaming. I don't think I can use any more liquor to vibrate the air with impulse.

Twitch, twitch, twitch.

The body of the one who occupied my left chest continues to flinch with excitement. I'm so excited.

Dozens of strands of tentacles not only held and tore the prey, but also swallowed it. Each tentacle terminal eats the spirit. Like a worm that swallows corrosive soil to make a hole and digs an oyster, the tentacles pierce and dig again and again while eating a man's body.

I watched the progress calmly.

A tentacle like a blue rope digs into a man's right eye and then comes out through the left temples again. Then, twist your chest together and bite it like a dent. Next, eat the position corresponding to the tail bone and penetrate again. The tentacles that went in like that again pierced the man's navel.

This is the movement of only one tentacle in my senses. In this way, there were dozens of other tentacles that ravaged a man's mind.

Uhhh..., uhhhhh...

I feel distressed, even mentally. It was a different dimension of pain than the pain of the flesh. Now I feel like the source is destroyed, unimaginable.

I · · ·, I · · · ·

"Oh, that son of a bitch is so motivated. I totally made a mop. ’

In the first place, my detective magic could not find a man's existence. I had no idea what the opponent was up to now. I ask Parvash.

"Can I let it perish? ’

And I advise you, is there a reason you won't? Maybe you know some useful information about the dragon?

But I care about the part where the memory seems incomplete. Moreover, · · ·,

Parvasse shakes his head.

[Apparently, it wasn't completely mental in the first place.]

‘Ah, I see. ’

[You barely opened your eyes while you were weak in your spirit. It looks like a single individual on the outside, but it may not be true. Perhaps the wreckage of the ritual of so many ancient traffickers was created. Like some kind of sand tower.]

I nod.

[If we leave it like this, we will lose cohesion and perish. Very soon.]

The memory is not intact and it will disappear anyway.

Then it would be better to fill this guy's stomach. I convey my intentions. The tentacles began to eat pleasantly.

I saw a scene where the figure of a man became smaller and smaller. The form was becoming increasingly faint and being eaten by tentacles because there were not bones and organs in it like real humans, but merely imitating their appearance.

Ah · · ·, I · ·,

A fragment of the torturers who served the dragon a long time ago. The spirit, presumed to be a remnant of the collective consciousness, was thus facing its final moments.

Even if the fragments were assembled and created, there would be one soul that would become a united nucleus. What kind of person was he? What spirit has appeared before me beyond all these years?

Yeah, that's it.

I stopped Valverdung as if I had thought about my destiny. It was a sudden change in attitude when you tried to kill me. Perhaps he had anticipated these results from the beginning. Nevertheless, was it some kind of suicide that attacked me?

He throws his gaze blankly. I looked at the blue tentacles that were hanging, piercing, eating and clearing their bodies while they were in the air.

· · · Strange, you're not unfamiliar.

The tentacles had no mouth, and they could not speak. But it was only clear that he was aware of his intentions. He lifts up a strand of tentacles as he learns from me and makes a hook-like shape. Question mark (‘?’). It was a way to communicate with me.

Whether he understood the question of tentacles or not, the man went on with his mind.

Ah, I see. You're like me. But very young. Like a baby.

I seem to be interested in the idea. The tentacles stopped moving. Whether the man stopped eating slowed down the disappearance.

Fragment of the Old Man I don't know. It's derived from someone other than my father. But it grows in Ensi's hands, in human hands. What kind of harmony is this? After my father died, did a new savior come down to this world? Ency, are you the tyrant of the Old Testament who ruled this era?

I did not answer. He silently closed his eyes.

This era is not mine anyway. It would be meaningless to have curiosity.

Then I raised my hand and touched the tentacles.

That's odd. Why are you so familiar?

Yes, this tentacle is also a creature made from the remnants of the Savior. Is that why you feel homogeneous?

However, listening to the ideas that followed, I wasn't just talking about that dimension.

It's not just the way it's made. · · · Ah, I see.

I spread a bold notion as if I realized something.

This is the memory of my father. No, the instinct of a species that exists in more depth than memory? My father's instincts have not disappeared after two evolutions.

He put a faint smile on his mouth.

I don't know why, but your kind is closely related to my father's. Familiarity and pleasure engraved in his instincts are facing you.

If he didn't understand the man's intentions, he raised four more tentacles and made different question marks. Oh, one is in the wrong direction. Anyway, I don't understand at all.

Yes, this is also a prescribed word. He has lived to kill Ensi for the rest of his life, and in the end, he perishes at Ensi's will. And the blade that extinguishes me is the flesh of the clan that touched my father. It's even like me in that it's a piece of the Savior.

A calm relief hovers over his face.

Yeah, it's today. This is it.

With the middle of the palm pierced, he gently touches the tentacles through his forehead.

Yes, it would mean something like this. It's an imperfect piece, but there's still some power left. If you lose your cohesion and lose your mind, you will lose your strength.

Then I resounded with determination.

Eat me up, kid.

Due to the warm intentions of the man, he seemed to be confused for a while. My chest twitches and moves. While the tentacles were swinging outside, the body of the man who was stuck to the bare flesh near my heart escaped through my neck.

A silver eye without eyelids stares at me. It's like asking what to do.

Ah, he's thinking about it. In the meantime, all I could eat from the predator's perspective was to resist and flee. There was no one who encouraged me to eat myself like this.

I smiled softly and said to him,

“What are you doing? Get rid of it. I'm busy.”

Then the body of the fragment, the tentacles, made by the Savior of the Silver Rim looked at me without any response. Then he tucks himself into the top and returns to his original position. and resumed eating through the tentacles.

The speed at which a man's mind fades. Then, at last, just before I could not perceive it, he said,

You who serve the Savior of this time. I hope that your master will accomplish what my father has not done. I wish you good fortune to help me fulfill his wishes.

He blessed my master who did not exist. I don't even know what my purpose is.

I will stop his father from resurrecting. I will refrain from returning to this world.

The newly emerging Savior wishes us every success on Earth. I pray to survive until the last moment I stand at the crossroads.

And he was no longer visible to me. I felt the tentacles wrapped around my wrist beating very slightly more. A completely transparent mind sends out one last word.

Your master hopes that my father, the Black Keeper, will be able to walk the path he did not walk.

The last fragment of the spirit left by the Ancient Elders, who ruled this world, spit out the truth of the dead dragon.

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