Kuro no Maou

Since my first manoeuvre experiment with black magic, there have been many times again.

There was a change in my life from ‘that day' when I left ten dolls, even with a modified body, while I was dying seriously.

In a bad direction, of course.

Now, the worst part of that doesn't change whether it's an irregular sleep on the short or a mysterious liquid substance whose only meal is porridge or soup like a shitty unsavory gelo.

And it has been my main role so far to undergo retrofitting surgery and magic for torture makeshift, and it was the chemical exorcism in the name of manoeuvre experiments that became the mainstay of my daily life.

Now I know that the ‘doll’ I started against is a kind of golem.

Apparently the only giant made of rock and dirt is not the golem, well, I also defeated that type of golem during this time.

Every day I was forced to fight the horns, the monsters, the only ones I could call.

Various armed doll revamped light golems, goblin herds, 1st giant, werewolf, kimaira with two heads, dinosaur dragon, fire spraying magic stuff dragon, etc...

I'm sorry I've been eaten once or twice, I've had a big hole in my stomach, and I've had a thousand hands and feet cut off.

Still, as long as we defeated the opponent, the masks applied minimal healing to me and managed not to die until now.

But when you lose without the skill of becoming the monster in front of you, don't think that the body will just be thrown out without being rescued.

I'm number 49, I'm called a name by number, and I'm just an experiment that doesn't treat humans in any way, and there's no point in keeping them alive if I can't get results.

But I'm not going to die.

I have better eyes for death every day, but I really don't want to die.

One day, one day, I'm gonna get out of here and go back to my peaceful life.

The earliest dream story, but I'm not sure how long I can keep this happy delusion going.

It's not just that you could die today.

Another change that has happened to me since that day is that the amount of time I can keep my self-consciousness clear has drastically decreased.

Now, it's longer when I'm awake and I'm not self-conscious.

I remember what I did and what I was doing at that time, but I don't get the feeling that I actually acted on it at all.

It's as if you're manipulating the character of the game on your own. It's not painful, it's not painful, it's easy.

But if that state becomes forever, I can be sure that it will no longer be me.

It's not Kurono Mahogany, it just turns out to be number 49.

The fact that I'm not so far away from the future is horrible.

"Number 49, get out."

A dialogue of masks that I could hear.

Get up and I'll head to the door.

Well, what the hell kind of monster are you going to kill today...

I was used to seeing this circular hall, and I call it the arena on my own.

'Cause much of what you're doing will be the same.

And today's opponents...

"What the hell is a light golem?

As if it were a reproduction of the first day, only the one wearing the mask wraps steel armor around him and appears unarmed.

"You're not... new, are you?

Light golems deal primarily with melee weapons such as swords and spears.

I've never had the type to use magic before, but from the guy standing in front of me, I feel the magic coming clearly.

Besides, this quality of magic is terribly familiar, it has the same black magic power as mine.

Because you mean the same black wizards.

……

There doesn't seem to be any particular explanation from the mask this time, which means it's OK to start at any time.

"Let's go."

It's not a wack I said to them, one little whine, stirring myself up today.

Let's start with the first must-win.

"Shotgun!

Simply push and consolidate the magic to materialize, mold the bullet, and eject it at high speed.

Shotguns, I mean, even if they're making a ton of bullets and shooting at the same time, it's not the same structure as an actual shotgun.

So there's no barrel or anything, and from the side, there's nothing. It looks like a bullet suddenly flew out of the hollow, but this is the magic, I can shoot a bullet without a gun or something.

And magic is important to the image, so this is the name of the move (?) Shouting is a technique to clarify the image.

Most of all, I've never seen a monster using magic scream a magic name.

More important now than that is the whereabouts of the fired 'shotgun'.

The attack magic, which focuses on squaring horns and quickly and extensively, can't expect much power, but it hurts a lot to receive in life.

If you're dealing with small things like goblins, it's easy to clean them up just here...

Not a single bullet landed on the target.

"I thought you had a shield..."

Besides, he's better at building walls than I am.

Shields and walls that use magic to push off the opponent's attacks, that's what Shields and I call our own. I'm not a magical person type monster. But when I see where the guy who uses this shield is, I guess it's one of the basic moves of magic.

Of course I can deploy a black shield that shapes with my own magic, but the guy in front of me is brilliantly creating a shield of considerable strength in that moment.

I thought if I hit "Shotgun," even one of the hives would go in, but it's totally intact.

"-"

I try to move on to the next attack, but the opponent moves first.

The magic played out silently was black flamethrowing.

"Wow, can you even do this?"

I've never attacked before.

The black, swinging flames surround me in no time.

But if there's a black wizard over there, I'm a black wizard too, resistance to black magic is not a ratio of other attributes.

"Warm!

Forward, not even the black flame that falls on you.

It's not warm enough to say, but still not enough to cause fatal burns.

More importantly, defeat the opponent, and the magically controlled flame will go away without even digesting it.

"What!?

From beyond the flames, a lump of pitch black flies.

The same black act, delayed in viewing, but still managed to avoid it in time.

"Dangerous, you mean it was just blind..."

The identity of the black mass is the black magic version of this flame-condensing fireball.

Instantly understand that if you hit a boulder, you will not have to hurt or just be hot. You will see it fly away by rubbing your nose tip.

But there's literally not enough firepower to take me down right now.

"Anti-Material Huh!!

Magic is an image, a bullet that has more power than 'shotgun', which is' anti-material rifle '(objective rifle).

Don't shoot at people, but it's an officially set large-calibre rifle.

Imagine the power that could mince humans with that one shot and make it happen as magic.

The image is as detailed and clear as possible.

In my brain, I think of footage of a full metal jacket bullet that has been showing off when my military geek friend was.

Then, with the image released through the rifling, the formed black bullet is rotated fast and fired out.

Don't!

Instead of gunpowder, black magic bursts, producing black muzzle flashes and impact sounds.

You predicted my counterattack, the opponent has already deployed a robust shield.

But this time, the power-focused bullet, fulfilled, my objective rifle bullet wears a big shield, but it doesn't even penetrate.

It starts to regenerate the broken shield, but...

"Another shot!

Neither do I expect to get out of it in one shot from the beginning.

It flies to be sucked into the exact same spot as the point of landing, making another shock sound.

Baggin, and the shield is shattered.

Once he took the bullet and shot it into the brittle spot, it didn't go crazy, there's no way it won't break.

This degree of control is an essential skill to penetrate the scales of the dragon, and he has acquired it.

And deploy more than a certain amount of shielding, something that always creates a gap right after it's destroyed.

Now, the impact of the shield break is causing the opponent to tread.

If we bust in another round of anti-material here, Keri poked, but at this distance, it's faster to go for a direct stab than to form another bullet.

And a quick means of attack is more important than anything in battle, defeat the opponent before he does something, this is the best!

"Pyle, Banka. Aah!!

The black magic I started and used, the blow that pierced the doll from the back, that's "Pilebunker"

I could have used it even when it was immature, its magic activation was even simpler, and therefore, its activation speed was the fastest.

Aim that chest straight from the front, faster than your opponent can get in shape.

A piece of steel plate and other paper that has no magic resistance, in front of a special black pile that is more densely compressed than 'anti-material' and loaded on the right arm.

Thus, with little resistance, pierce the armor and wear the body underneath it.

At that moment, the bloodshed broke out.

"What..."

Red blood expands into a glass of vision.

The target is a light golem, I know because I have defeated him many times before, and there is no human red blood flowing through him.

If it shocks, the body will just crush and break, just like breaking pottery.

So, whose blood is this?

……

I'm not hurt at all, it's my body, I know best.

But the blood is blowing out now.

Yeah, I pierced it with a pilebanker, from the light golem's chest.

"No way..."

I have a bad feeling.

Calm down, there is no such hassle, if he is not a light golem, then the identity is determined by another person-type monster.

Yes, there have been many times before that monster with a red blood color.

The guy I pierced is just one of them.

……

I suppose I should have gone straight back to my cell, as usual.

But when I found out, I was still getting closer to the guy who kept bleeding out of my chest and laying my hands on the mask that covered his face.

"... no, it's a lie"

The face of the dewy Soitz, stripped of his mask, belonged to the same, brunette, Japanese boy as I did.

"It's a lie!!

Did I kill him? People? Boys with the same hometown?

No, no, I didn't mean that.

'Cause he was a monster, and if he didn't kill me, he didn't know I was being killed, he didn't know humans were opponents.

... but isn't that something you could have predicted if you just thought about it?

If my name is called 49, I thought there might be 48 more guys just like me.

Yes, this boy, like me, was suddenly brought here to modify his body, and was‘ created 'to handle black magic just like me.

"Sorry......"

No matter how painful I felt, there were long overflowing tears that stopped flowing.

In tears, I squat on the spot.

When, even with words of apology, my consciousness completely vanished.

That day, my self-consciousness never returned.

I turned out to be Experiment 49 completely and refused to return to the ‘killer' Kurono Mahogany.