Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

- And my consciousness awakened.

In a foggy, blurry view is a stone room.

Magic formations drawn in bright red lines on bookshelves slotted across walls.

The change from a state of utter zero where I have never seen anything and felt anything before, no will, no consciousness, no intelligence, was similar to a sleep I had just woken up from a dream, but a more vivid change than that.

It's as if he was swept up from the bottom of hell...

Or as if he was dragged out of his rest -.

Sight, hearing, smell - Thoughts are oppressed by the overwhelming amount of information felt by all five senses.

A voice is thrown at me at the edge of chaos.

"Did you wake up... qualities... dead meat man?"

I look sideways at that voice that enters my brain like it's stained. So for the first time, I realized I was lying on the table.

The Lord of the Voice was an old man in a black robe like the one that shaped the darkness itself. The myriad wrinkled shallow black looks cannot be expected to survive years of wonder, and there are glittering and glowing comatose eyes, which do not give the impression of weakness.

The floating body of the bone, flat of the hand, is gripped with a twisted, crooked, terribly tough design wand.

I don't understand the situation. I can't grasp. I can only throw a frigid glance at you. The old man keeps going.

As if it were only natural for me not to give you an answer. [M]

"My name is Horos Carmen. A mystery challenger, a magician, your ruler (Lord). Fresh Man." Kneel well. ""

The moment I heard the word, the moment the sound stimulated my eardrum, a strange feeling ran across my body.

My body moves against my will. When you get up on the table, you stand up in a cursory motion as if the baby were going to stand up for the first time. My body breaks and my knees crush independently of my will. When I realized I was kneeling before my ruler (Lord) with the floor in front of me.

Moldy smell. Gray stone floor. I realize it for the first time then.

In spite of the scarcity of light, the world is visible to my eyes as if it were day.

discomfort. Cut off the discomfort you feel, the information gets organized a little bit by bit. My brain's resources, which were exhaustive in processing information coming in from the outside, are being spent organizing my inner memory.

The lid slaps me in the head. There is shock but no pain.

No, on the contrary - there were no 'usual' palpitations either. The headaches that swept through my brain that didn't work when I took pain meds, the pain as if my guts were rotting and melting away, and the awareness that was scattered with pain that never stopped forever, are as clear as a freshly sharpened knife.

Strange story, but I was normal for the first time in my life at that moment.

For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be human.

The voice of the Magic Master (Lord) Horos pours down on me, bewildered by too unexpected a fact.

"Dead meat man, my servant. Returnee from the Underworld, let me give you a name without a name."

- You have no first name.

No. I already had a name. The name given by the parent at birth. There's a name here that few people have called lately.

But just before you say it, stop the words at the rind.

I had an instinct. My instinct is that I shouldn't talk about it right now.

Maybe it was a bad habit that had lived passively with little or nothing to do. The ruler will give me a name for silence.

"Your name is End. It's the end of the end. My Necromancy gave you your first life."

Tentative first raw.

Necromancy.

Even I know I've never been to school properly, and I'm oblivious to common sense. Manipulating the dead, the magician of darkness.

Words get to my head all the time.

And I understood. I understood everything. Given the memory and the words that have just been hung up, it is easy for anyone to understand.

I'm dead. And now, the evil magic of the man in front of me has caused me to wake up again.