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

At the end of the exchange, the delivery went out of the room.

I lock the door and seal it even tighter in the junction.

The aftermath of the curse is troubling when it extends outdoors.

I don't know what kind of damage will happen.

I'm going to cover the effects of the surgery, but what I'm going to activate now is my own curse.

And I haven't tried to function properly.

Any possibility of malfunction or malfunction would have to be doubted.

Just in case, we should put in some precautions.

"Well..."

Being alone, I sit back in my chair.

Confirm the connection with the surgical procedure on the floor and visually inspect other areas.

There was no particular problem and the procedure seemed to activate without delay.

In a room surrounded by silence, I move my neck a little.

(I'm nervous, I can't help it)

He looked confident in the delivery, but I also have concerns.

It is not about solving the art of the beast.

I'm ready for that.

I have hesitations about peeking into my spiritual world.

If I activate the curse as it is, my consciousness sinks into the spiritual world.

What is spreading there after all?

It's synonymous with seeing in my heart.

Naturally there's something I think.

In the literature of the past there is no description of a mage entering the spiritual world.

Seems like some magicians tried that, but they all have failed and come to a tragic end.

Races with similar abilities include Sacubas.

It's about breaking into the subject's dream world.

But I hear that only on the superficial side, it doesn't get to the depths of the spirit.

If we break in that far, they won't be able to go out into the real world on their own, and they'll be crushed by the subject's unconsciousness.

Luciana said that breaking into dreams seems to be a dangerous act.

It was a typical ability of Sacubas, but basically a substitute I didn't want to use.

This curse is a technique for jumping into that dangerous area.

(... it's time to go)

Derailed thinking keeps my mind somewhat but normal.

In the exercise of the curse, agitation and impatience were difficult.

Such a gap in the mind induces a failure of surgery.

It's been a long time since I've consciously calmed my mind down so far, but given what I'm going to do now, it would be the right course of action.

I am aware of the magic in my body.

The magic is circulating smoothly and I can't feel the suspicion of the shards.

Extreme illness has gotten me used to over the last five days.

Not enough to disrupt my concentration.

In a calm state of mind, I have a curse activated.

Shortly afterwards, the general surgical ceremony began to flash and emit light.

It propagated to a surgical ceremony strewn indoors.

Floors, walls and ceilings peel off, and only surgery spins through the air.

The magic poured into it swells up indefinitely.

"... ugh."

I nearly groan and eat and tie my teeth.

The insane pain came upon me.

The body of the bone gradually collapses from the edge.

I endured the pain and concentrated on manipulating magic while preserving myself.

In search of a potentially bloated procedure, connect forcefully to prevent collapse.

I can't afford to care about my body.

Just keep cracking my consciousness just for the continuation of the surgery.

That's how it gets painful. For now.

Eventually the feeling of being dragged inside of itself runs.

It's so powerful that you can't resist it.

Severe pain reaches its pinnacle and finally blows up the whole body.

At that moment, my vision stained black and my consciousness fell everywhere.