The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

Out of sight, I felt a strong tingle.

Unexpectedly one hand stops about the wall.

Furthermore, dark spots recurred in the vision.

Sporadic glitches, they shred my consciousness.

I shake it off with my hands, but I don't feel it.

It still seemed like it was just a hallucination, and it didn't involve entities.

While I'm having difficulty hallucinating, I'm also going to feel nauseous this time.

Regardless, there is no way you can throw up in the body of an immortal.

I just feel uncomfortable.

Still, I manage to move my legs down the hall.

Something's wrong.

In an attempt to use the metastasis, I noticed that there was disturbance in the magic as well.

I think you should stop using advanced surgery in this condition.

Inevitably, I will continue my journey on foot.

(What the hell is that?)

I am perplexed by my own transformation.

I didn't expect to suffer from these symptoms since I became undead.

My health is getting worse.

Attempting to relieve by witchcraft doesn't do much.

"... eh"

With a sharp headache that cracks, I stand my finger on the cranium.

There was a noise of too much force in it.

Looks like some of it's really cracked.

But I feel like I have no heart or my pain has been reduced.

I decided to keep walking with my fingers stuck in my head.

Occasionally part of the bone collapses and falls.

I stepped on them while still aiming for my own room.

"Damn......"

"Sounds painful. Are you okay?"

There was a voice calling from the front to me.

I raise my gaze, and there stands Yura.

But I immediately noticed a mistake.

The atmosphere of transcendence is not her usual.

The mass of the force carried on him was also an unusual thing.

I call my opponent's name.

"The Great Spirit..."

"Yeah, you're right. I have a circular for you today. It's a very serious case."

The pale responding Great Spirit unilaterally proceeds with the story.

Her words, about half of them, had fallen out of her head.

I know I shouldn't listen to you.

But due to so much headache and nausea, I haven't been able to concentrate properly.

I used light holy magic to purify my head.

The skull melts at once, along with burning sores.

However, severe pain succeeded in misleading the pain of the symptoms.

It looks terrible, but it's not bad.

The Great Spirit stood quietly while I suffered the symptoms.

I'm not saying anything, I'm just waiting for the chance to talk it out.

I glanced at my purified fingertips while checking with the Great Spirit.

"Sounds like we can't talk later."

"Right. It's a matter of contending for a moment. It has something to do with the anomaly that strikes you."

"What?"

I respond to the words of the Great Spirit.

Current physical condition, obviously heterogeneous.

The malaise is starting to overlap so much that I don't think of it as an immortal.

The Great Spirit apparently knows what caused it.

"Do you want to talk on this occasion? Or do you want to move the location? I don't care either way."

"... I want to move the place"

I'd like to ask you something right away, but this is the castle hallway.

There is also the possibility that someone may overhear it unintentionally.

You should hear it somewhere that won't even get in the way.

I move and invite the Great Spirit into my chamber.

On the road, even though he was about to fall several times, he endured it with his mental strength.

Symptoms are rapidly worsening.

Blackheads were gaining momentum to cover their sights.

I make the Great Spirit sit on the couch in the room.

I sat down on that opposite couch.

The body is heavy.

Even as I was about to lose my mind, I decided to keep talking.

"You wouldn't have to worry about eavesdropping here."

"Sounds pretty hard. When did the symptoms start appearing?"

"It's been a while."

"I see. It doesn't seem too late yet. We'll be there in time enough."

The Great Spirit says, looking a little relieved.

Though I can't read my mood from my appearance, they seem to be pointing at something close to familiarity.

Even though I feel it, I mention things that concern me.

"What's gonna happen in time?"

"I'll tell you about it now."

The Great Spirit has made his abode right.

She starts talking in a flat mouth.

"In conclusion, the defense mechanism has been activated. It's a crisis of global annihilation."

…………

I hear that. I will be silent.

I asked her for a few moments.

"I know it's not the character to make jokes, but is it true?

"I speak only the truth. The world crisis is undoubtedly imminent."

So, what kind of crisis is destroying the world?

I lay over and question.

As far as I can tell on the Devil's Land information network, there is no such thing as a world crisis.

Exquisite, is it about the extent of the dispute between the countries and the demon kingdoms?

It is, of course, slightly too small to call them world crises.

At least, the defense mechanism wasn't supposed to be moving.

With my thoughts approximated, the Great Spirit touches the heart of the story.

"From outside the world, paranormal beings are starting to invade. The cause of your anomaly is one of them."