The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

“· · · · · · What was that? ”

The library of the White Witch is my conscience. That is, it means that there can be no one except me and the Witch Keeper, which is part of my skill. But I could feel someone's popularity, or precisely his gaze.

But when I turned my head, there was no one.

Feelings? But my talents have intuition A and nervousness A, and my skills have [sixth sense (F)]. At this point, I feel almost free to blame my feelings.

< This is a space that is partly connected to reality. >

< There are more people who can interfere with time and space than you think. >

“Is it · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I felt uneasy, but his gaze was cleared. The client also said that there is no problem, so he decided not to care anymore. More importantly, it was headed to the E rank's storeroom.

“Let's go.”

The world turned to chaos after the Witch Management System disappeared and returned to its original state. The door to the E rank's storeroom stood wide in front of me, but I was nervous because I had no assurance that I would be able to get in and out.

[Use Skill ‘Mind Focus (S)'.]

After a deep breath, you slowly open the door to the E rank and enter.

Let's do it.

[This is a place only real witches can enter.]

[Your spirit begins to witch.]

[· · · · · · Your focus has survived the Witchcraft at the E rank.]

[Your body begins to covet.]

This is what I was most worried about.

The mental strength was not enough, but it was hard to endure physically. The witch's body can live beautifully and for a long time, and the use of magic is optimized, but since it's basically a female base, something quite difficult can happen to me, and most importantly,

You lose all sight.

[Witches don't see the world with their own eyes.]

So the fuzzy witch said she had no choice but to "witch hunting." Wouldn't it be easier just to find the blind woman and kill them all? A witch of some degree can see the world with her mind, but it would be more like an ultrasound detection. It means that you will never see the light and color of the world again.

I didn't want to be like that. Therefore, there was no choice but to resist by pulling out the magical power of the whole body in order not to become physically a witch.

Parker! Parker!

Something like current began to flow through my body. My own skill, the Library of White Witches, began to rebel against me. No, to be precise, · · · began to ‘cleanse' me. to slice up the unnecessary parts of my body and make me look even more like a witch.

"But weak! ’

Even now, thanks to the rank of E, I was able to stand it. From the bottom of the bridge, a library of white witches was trying to carve me up like a witch, but I was able to get rid of them all. If there is one side effect, the skin cannot survive. It was hard to stop the changes in the body, but it was hard to stop the outside.

When the Library of White Witches rides on a groin, ascends the abdomen, passes through the heart and finally reaches the head.

My whole body was covered in cold sweat, and my senses were tingling like thunder.

However.

I made it.

[I resisted some of the witchcraft in the flesh.]

[Congratulations.]

[The rank of the skill 'White Witch's Library (F)’ has increased to E.]

That way, when you open your eyes.

Witch. Eyes.

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

My eyes were white and watered.

It was an unthinkable side effect.

The hair and other parts were fine and had no body function or vision problems. But I can't believe my eyes are turning white.

“Still · · · · ·. This should cover it with a lens. ”

What worries me is that the lens may be able to withstand the magical forces emitted during a violent struggle, but it doesn't seem life-threatening or problematic.

Calming my heart, I looked around the E rank's storeroom.

“That's a lot of space. ”

I think I've read about 10% of the Standing Docks in the F rank. To be honest, I thought it was pretty impressive, but the E rank was about 10 times more books than the F.

Besides, this place wasn't just a grimoire.

[Witch's Will]

“What is this? ”

There were quite a lot of books about the history of witches and their abilities. There were no emotional books like Humans at all, just blunt records.

Good · · ·.

“Is it that good? ”

Mm-hmm.

I don't know, maybe this planter will read all the books here.

Once I entered the E rank's storeroom, I was disappointed to just leave, so I looked around slowly.

“Yi, this is · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

And I was appalled.

The F rank was really just a taste. Honestly, even the magic stored in the F-rank's vault was at the high level of magic at Vivianta Academy.

“What kind of magic was this? ”

While I was reading the grimoire without realizing how long it would take, I suddenly found a strange book.

[About the Witch's Succession]

“What is this? ”

Witches, together with dragons, created the utility science of magic. I opened the book because I was tempted by the word their successor.

[Witches have very occasional, very, very occasional offspring.]

[In such cases, it is usually necessary.]

[Because I found the "need" to make love.]

[I found the need to deliver something to my descendants.]

[So the witch...]

I gave up everything that was useless. I didn't want to read the whole book anyway. As I was shuffling the bookshelf, I suddenly found something interesting and stopped.

[To the best of the witches, God gave the power of the prophecy.]

[But the power of this prophecy had one side effect.]

[You can't use magic at all.]

[Witches should live their whole lives relying on others, losing their sight and magic in exchange for their ability to see the future.]

“Prophecy. ”

It was a very subtle story.

On that note, I heard that there is one prophet on Earth. Of course, we cannot insist that we are witches because we do not even know the prophet's gender. The myths about the prophecy are full of garages. There was also a myth in Northern Europe where you could dig one eye out and see the future in three seconds.

But I can't help but get interested.

Afterwards, I read about the witch's succession for a long time and picked up another book and read it, and the line began to read, regardless of whether it was a grimoire or witch's history.

I don't even know if time is running out.

I walked by my side and didn't even notice the spirit I was reading by myself.

For a long time, I was immersed in the book.

*

“Are you going back now? ”

“Yes.”

I've been in the worldview of Rostislav for three months now.

Now I've learned enough from Ms. Klein.

Swords and magic.

It was a very rewarding three months in which everything could improve evenly.

“I see. So, are we going home? ”

“That's right.”

“· · Just out of curiosity, where are you from? ”

“I don't know. It's a long way. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

Ms. Clean smiles faintly. I didn't know it at first, but she was very smiling. It was a type that became very close to each other because there was no closure.

“I'm going on a trip, too. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“With my standards up, I'm going to crush all the people who threatened me. ”

The intermittently high-level prosecutors were not easy to raise their hardships. However, Ms. Clean was able to use the ‘calibration’ to some extent because of her association with the protagonist.

The redistribution of stats. Simply that act has made Misclean a step up.

She straps a long sword to her back and slaps my shoulder.

“Don't go around getting beaten with the sword I taught you. ”

“Oh, that's not going to happen. ”

So we looked at each other and smiled a little bit.

Each of them leaves the way to turn their backs.

Misclean wanders the world in search of another strong man.

And I, for one, will return to my original world.

[Return to the original world.]

[The world's timeline has been summited.]

Open your eyes.

It was a studio.

Suddenly I looked around to find someone, but still there was nothing. Taking out his smartphone and checking the news, Taylor Nine is escorting the world star and pop's goddess, Heloni.

[Taylor: Hey, asshole, it's a performance!! [Laughs]

[Taylor: Coming Soon to Korea]

“Hello · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Suddenly, the thought of her passed through my mind for a moment, but I didn't care much. She quit Hunter on her own accord, and I had no intention of saying anything about it. Your future is your decision. Being a tree is selfish because my dream remains in the Hunter and others have left the Hunter's path.

So let's change the status message that was floating on the IM to 'Terminate Dispatch’ and then contact some people.

Jiaying!

Someone contacted me.

[Wehrhorn: Sermon. It's been so long. Why haven't you heard from me lately? Haha. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I'm in Korea now. Want to meet for coffee?]

Wehrhorn. In that name, I frowned. He was also the dirtiest of the eight members who started Hunter with me.

To be precise.

Welfare.

He abandoned me.

‘I heard you quit Hunter and went somewhere to do business. · · · · · ’

It was probably a guild related to Hunters, after all. He seemed interested as I was getting higher value for names these days.

Is human psychology true beyond the digital screen? Even as I pretended, my soul seemed to be in a hurry. Recently, business hasn't been doing so well. Desperate enough to contact me.

However, I read and chew lightly.

Then I looked at another message, and there was a call from Ryujin Soo. Ryu Jin-seo is also one of eight members.

Ryu Jinsoo is one of the thankful friends who often came to Korea when I was in bed with Taylor. Ryu Jinsoo had taken me from the past as a horrible treasure trove of superpowers, and I still felt a slight distancing feeling because I felt uncomfortable about it.

[Leu Jin Soo: Seodam. Do you want to meet for coffee this time?]

Ryu Jin: I can't help it if I don't have time.]

Ryu Jinsoo is a small guild, but he is known to be quite an accomplished master of famous hunters.

But more importantly, the relationship between Ryu Jinsu and the soul is grossly bad.

I stroked my chin thinking about it. Since they both own the guild, maybe there's something that could help my guild.

[Testimony > Welfare:]

[Chronicle > Ryujin Soo: I'm not busy. When do I see it?]

So, I contacted both of them.

*

“Why can't you leave? ”

As Yekaterina shouts, SSrank superpower Alpha retreats. However, the woman who stopped Yekaterina only smiled with her eyes closed.

“Terry. We, the people of Earth, need your strength. You're the only one who can foresee the end of the world. What happens if you're away for a while and you can't see the future of disaster? ”

Yekaterina grips her fist and calls out.

That's a lie.

They were just using themselves. By proclaiming the prophecy to the world, they firmly established their place, swept away their money and honor, and insisted that the world would not work without them.

Actually.

Without a prophecy, the world only works.

99 of the 100 prophecies were only human enough to stop them.

Yekaterina raises her head slowly.

Amulets everywhere. It wasn't a product of science or superpowers. Magic by-products that are completely hidden in the world. And that woman in front of me was also one of those amulets, that is, one of those unique abilities that can handle magic.

Because of that.

I can't get out because of these amulets.

‘I, if it's my strength. Like that! ’

Clearly, that thin, crude amulet was bursting with power, knowledge, and power, but the body was unable to do it. Yekaterina couldn't understand it on her own. Why can't you use magic like them? Why can't they see the future and only themselves?

There was nothing to know.

“Yekaterina, go back. You have too much to do for the world. ”

No TV, no radio, no newspaper, no cell phone. You can't do anything that connects to the outside.

"I'm stuck in a cold corner of Moscow, producing prophecies?" ’

Alpha grabs her shoulders slightly, but Yekaterina takes her hands off them and returns to her room. Even though I could not see it, I knew enough about this 100-square-foot space because I had only lived for 30 years.

Sitting on the chair, Yekaterina reaches out slowly.

After gaining the power of the prophecy and being no longer able to strike the day when all sight was lost, the piano my father gave me was clearly placed at her fingertips.

I pressed the keyboard, but there was a noise that was no longer beautiful. In return for the power of prophecy, she no longer felt the beauty of music.

In return for the power of prophecy.

In return, Yekaterina lost so much.

When she comes back to bed, she tucks her knee into her head.

As she slumbers, she has a dream.

It was another nightmare today.

The End