Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

When I realized, I was being put to sleep on something stiff. I can see the ceiling with the beam peeled out.

Outside the window, which looked like a stain of sight, it was dark.

Soon my memory came back. Sounds like a long time has passed since I lost consciousness.

On the table, he was strapped to his body on his back. Both hands, legs tied together in a large, letter-like shape. The rope seems to be on the foot of the table.

Why is this happening?

"Did you notice?"

There was an old woman's voice. Lifting his head and looking forward, he stood in front of the table holding a small pot with both hands.

"What, why"

"You're obnoxious. I was just going to let you do a little research. I got him to sleep once."

"What? What?"

I move my body, as I say. The table rattles and shakes, but it's tightly tied with rope and both hands and feet don't move at all. Did you put him to sleep on the table while you were asleep and tied him up? No matter how much it's from a child, it has power for the old man.

"Tie me up, what are you gonna do?"

Isn't this very bad? I felt chilly. Not if you're pretending to be a child already.

"While you were asleep, I let you reveal what you were wearing"

"What. I don't have anything obnoxious."

"Right."

I'll get the ground out and stare at you.

"I looked into what. Why do you do this? Tell me. Tell me."

An old woman who had never really understood her expression looked like she was laughing for the first time. Both ends of the mouth bend up.

"Is that who you are? Who are you?"

"Answer me. In any case, I'll tell you."

The meeting lasts for a while.

"Hmm. You really know everything and you're stuck with it"

From the back of the wrinkle came a sarcastic color that was clearly visible in the thin, blurred eyes.

"Magic equipment. Let me check to see if you have any magic equipment. You're still a child, but you're not smart enough. That's a nice attitude."

"Magic equipment? What do you mean... well, no, it's like giving people intelligence..."

"Intelligence... don't know the kind of words used by such Kingdom-elevation scholars"

"We're going to look into that intelligence and how you do it. Break your head. Peek into your head and look into your heart's heart's heart if there's nothing."

"Huh?"

What is he talking about?

"Grandma, you're out of your mind."

"Hihihi"

The old woman stood up and laughed. From between the missing teeth or the bad lungs, I could hear Su-hi and the deafening sound at the same time.

"If you're not wearing magic, it's in your body."

"Don't be ridiculous. I can't believe it's in my head. I just have a skull and a brain. Don't do that, it doesn't mean anything."

I don't know what to do first. Kill me. I'll storm you with all my might. The table rocks violently. But the tight, tight rope does not frighten. Sweat blows out of your whole body.

"Don't go wild."

A smile disappeared from his wrinkled face, giving him a harsh look.

"You know how one body is. You don't have to find anything. Kill you anyway and you will have that power."

The old woman put her right hand over the pot.

"No more chatter. Have them fall into deeper sleep. It's like chopping your body up and not waking up."

You baba! Lift your chin and scream your face to the window as much as possible.

"Dad! Help!

"It's no use. I don't care how much you scream out there."

When the old woman whispered something with her right hand in the kettle, the blue, purple smoke began to flake thinly from the kettle. At the same time, the wind blows slightly even though it is indoors. Purple smoke creeps in here.

It's odorless, but it gets irritating in the back of my nose. Instinct complains that this smoke is bad. Raise your arms, stick your legs up, twist and fry your body, and move your whole body as far as you can. We just have to keep rambling.

The table sounded missy loud. The top plate of the table peeled over his back, and the tensioned plate felt like it was rubbed but broken. Maybe I can.

Push your arms up and move hard to slap the top plate with your hips and feet. As soon as the purple smoke grew thicker in appearance and the consciousness began to faint, the table grazed violently and began to lean from the left foot with loud noises. I broke my table leg.

Instinctively, the body moved unconsciously. It is outside the table from the ankle. He began to lean, knocking his body forward as he wished the moment his toes were on the floor, pulling up the table and throwing it forward with each of his bodies like a backthrow. I twisted my body around the shaft with my left leg when I threw it. As the edge of the table's ceiling hits the old lady.

"Gi."

Vision goes around with the fierce sound.

I made sure to hang on the fallen table, because, but I fell over. There is a body of an old woman who fell on her back in front of her. Twist your neck up and look at the old woman's face. Half-open your mouth, and likewise no light in your eyes that remain open. I don't even blink. From beneath his grey-haired spread head, black liquid began to spread. Blood.

The old woman is dead.

That flesh, which faded but lived ever, was in motion, became just a thing. I know because I've seen people die several times in my previous life.

Helpful. I managed to take my biggest crisis off.

When the tension is resolved, the consciousness becomes blurred again.

The pot that was spitting purple smoke is rolling across the old woman's body. I don't smoke anymore, but I inhaled a lot of smoke earlier.

It stirs up a hazy consciousness before it moves. The rope loosened and my right arm fell out. Now the left leg and right arm of the table broke and the rope broke free. I try to unrope my left arm, which weighs in and the pain runs, but with one hand, it doesn't work with the power of the child.

I grabbed the rope, shivered, and as I struggled, I saw something swinging at the edge of my sight.

A colorless, translucent flame-like thing stands loose from the corpse of an old woman. The black witch's clothes burned, torn and ashed as they burned. Exactly a flame, I've never seen before.

The body of an old woman like a wrecked mummy also burns. The body is scuffed by flames and shakes like a piece of paper.

Then there were signs of retraction and something from around his chest, which had begun to tear. A white snake shows his face where he was lurking. The snake opened its jaw wide as it turned its head upwards. There's no light in my eyes, no shine in my skin, it looks like something to make. Take a breath, there was no sound from the open mouth, and the blade came up. It was a sword of all blades. Where was it in the body of the bending serpent?

Is the consciousness that I'm about to lose showing hallucinations? For a while, I think I was just staring at the sight in front of it. Eventually, I came up with cutting the rope with this sword and tried to take it. Reach for that sword grip that somehow keeps standing vertically. The moment his fingertips touched him, the sword became transparent and his shape collapsed and disappeared like water.

The snake also lost its color, like a twisted branch of a tree, lost its shape, and collapsed into a colorless flame of flames, eventually ashed with the corpse of an old woman.

What the hell was that?

I thought I could cut the rope. Why do snakes appear in the first place and swords come out of their mouths?

When I was discouraged for a moment, the air around me swayed heavily, and the wind began to swirl all over the room. The fireplace flames are stirred by the wind and blow out into the room as it flickers violently. The window rattled.

The colorless strange flames that were disappearing were also stirred by the wind, spreading all over the room. When it interacted with the flame blowing out of the fireplace, it was yellowish and turned into a mundane color flame, burning throughout the room.

Not good. I escaped the witch's death. Now you're burning to death.

Scratch the rope wrapped around your left hand desperately . Pull. With a child's arm strength, not with one hand. The wind blowing through the room is getting stronger and stronger. The flames burn more intensely than anywhere else, and the bottom of the swirling wind draws closer to us so that we can taste them.

Why is it indoors and the wind blows so hard? Will you die here in the end? Even though I'm not even ten years old after I was reborn.

For some reason, the faces of my wife and sons in my previous life's family came to me.

That's when I heard a loud noise behind my back. Did the door blow up in the strong wind?

And people's footsteps.

Else looked out of his head.

"Ishur, are you okay!

Good.

My family's face fitted into one and overlapped Else's.

My father came to help me.