Chapter 205: - 新しい力？？
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Before you know it, your normal body is back.
But you are unable to move.
Can you move your hands? Can you move your hands? What's this? I've never seen anything like it.
On my left arm, which I lifted up, were two chain bracelets. One is shining silver with a top decorated with swords, shields, and wings. The chain itself is quite thick. Right next to it was another chain bracelet, white and very thin. Its top seems to be decorated with a skull.
As you wonder, the blurred figure in front of you gradually becomes clearer.
The robes are as black as darkness. No, the edges of the robe seem to be untied and dissolve into space. It is as if the darkness itself is clad in the robe.
The face looks like something you have seen before, a face lacking features that could be anywhere. His eyes do not shine, as if he is unconscious, and his expression does not move at all. I feel a little strange, but I guess he is a sorcerer.
I cannot move from the spot. I was looking at the man in front of me, wondering what to do.
The robes of the expressionless man melted and spread, and he was close to my feet. It crawled up my body.
It continues to wrap itself around both me and the man in front of me.
This clinging to me is a curse. The texture is just like cloth.
I wave my hands, the only two that move, and try to see if I can shake off the clinging thing.
It feels responsive when I just touch it, but when I try to shake it vigorously, it slips through my hands.
The curse of the momentary transformation into a disjointed darkness. And then it returns again to its cloth-like texture and clings to my body.
Oh, no.
And that's when the curse finally enveloped me up to my neck.
The inorganic walls and floor suddenly changed. It was as if a change of scene had occurred.
What appeared before my eyes was a plain somewhere.
I am still wrapped in the same black curse. Slowly and slowly, the cloth-like curse is extending from my neck to my face.
However, I cannot see the man who was supposed to be wrapped with me by the curse.
No, he was there. No, he was there. I don't know. Is it a newborn?
Standing on the plain in front of me is indeed that featureless man. He's the same height. But there is something innocent about him.
My first memory...
A mixture of thoughts that are not my own.
Is this the memory of a sorcerer? Oh, yeah. It's flowing in through the connected curses. I see. I see. So this is where the sorcerer was born. This feeling of nostalgia is also the sorcerer's.
A man wanders around in front of me. He looks uneasy in this strange world.
He's all alone. There's no one else in the N.C. yet.
A sorcerer was created directly by God, only to have his mission and sorcery skills imprinted on him, only to be discarded?
I read the surface of the muddled things, which could be called the sorcerer's memories or consciousness, that flow in, without reading them.
I'm not really interested in it, but I have nothing to do and I'm not busy.
I'm going to keep pouring my consciousness into it, assimilating it from my mind, and finally physically taking over my body at once. Hmm... I'm at a loss. I don't think there's anything I can do.
Along with the memories, I can also read the aim of the spell the sorcerer has placed on me. It seems that the sorcerer can take over others even after death. It seems that he is just now in the process of doing so.
However, there is nothing we can do and we are not in a great hurry. It may just be that we are already eroding.
Eight particularly promising players are logging in... raise up those who will lead you to the Demon Lord... and defeat the heroes who will be your counterparts...
Is this the mission of the sorcerer implanted by God (the server) or something? Hmm.
The thought of having been bound to such a trivial thing for nearly thousands of years makes me feel a bit sorry for myself, even though I don't care about it. Well, I guess that is just the result of assimilation of consciousness.
In the meantime, the cursed cloth finally covers my entire face, completely enveloping me.
Total darkness.
In the darkness, the sorcerer appears, completely without the robe made of the curse.
His expression is the same as before, completely missing, and his eyes are out of focus.
The sorcerer approached us with jerky movements, as if he was being controlled by something.
Then he swung his hand like a spider's leg and thrust it into the gaping hole in my stomach.
The next moment, the sorcerer's hand burst into flames.
The fire immediately spread through his arm and through his body.
Ah! Well, the undead dragon had told me a lot that my flesh smelled like medicine, but I wonder if the medicinal effect was still strong enough to work on the sorcerer. ....... I'd better be careful not to drink too much of the potion.
While I was still thinking about this with my consciousness on the verge of assimilation, the darkness that had enveloped me began to crack.
Light shines through the cracks onto my left arm, and suddenly the two chain bracelets on my left arm start to glow.
And the shining chains start to stretch out.
The two chains stretch upward and upward, finally penetrating the darkness.
The light emitted by the extended chains causes the darkness to shrink rapidly. It becomes smaller and smaller, and finally becomes a pitch-black cube no larger than the palm of your hand.
It looks like a "box," and I grab it with my right hand, almost unconsciously.
My left arm is pulled out of the box with a jerk.
The chain stretches upward, and my body is pulled by my left arm. With a sudden momentum, my body is pulled upward.
◆◆◆
"Ow!"
I quickly seized his left arm.
"Rust! Thank God. I had a spare potion with me to close the wound, but he didn't wake up at all, I thought it was over.
Reverend Halhammer peers at us with concern.
Behind him were Kareen, Taura, Aari, Roa, Seyrukh, and everyone else.
"Ah. You're back."
It appears to be very close to where I collapsed after being stabbed in the stomach. I slowly patted my stomach, a little dazed, and sure enough, the wound was already closed. Instead, my left arm was bleeding. It looked just like the wound I got when I signed the contract with Sailuke.
─ ─ Ah, Sailuke and the others must have brought me back somehow. That's what that bracelet means.
That's when it happened. Everyone started talking. It was hard to understand what they were saying because it was all coming out at once, but it seemed that they were worried about us.
Stop talking for a minute! Rust, do you remember what happened?"
Perhaps seeing me blinking my eyes, Reb Harhammer stopped us all. He is a man of his age.
"Ah. My memory is fine. I'm sorry for worrying you.
I put my right hand on the ground to raise myself up, apologizing.
I feel a strange sensation in the palm of my hand.
When I glance at the ground, I see something like a black mist in the gap between my hand and the ground.
I immediately clench my right hand tightly.
The black blur disappears.
I make a nonchalant face and stand up, being careful not to open my right hand.
Then, I answered in a cheerful voice, trying to reassure everyone who was still anxiously talking to me.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Before you know it, your normal body is back.
But you are unable to move.
Can you move your hands? Can you move your hands? What's this? I've never seen anything like it.
On my left arm, which I lifted up, were two chain bracelets. One is shining silver with a top decorated with swords, shields, and wings. The chain itself is quite thick. Right next to it was another chain bracelet, white and very thin. Its top seems to be decorated with a skull.
As you wonder, the blurred figure in front of you gradually becomes clearer.
The robes are as black as darkness. No, the edges of the robe seem to be untied and dissolve into space. It is as if the darkness itself is clad in the robe.
The face looks like something you have seen before, a face lacking features that could be anywhere. His eyes do not shine, as if he is unconscious, and his expression does not move at all. I feel a little strange, but I guess he is a sorcerer.
I cannot move from the spot. I was looking at the man in front of me, wondering what to do.
The robes of the expressionless man melted and spread, and he was close to my feet. It crawled up my body.
It continues to wrap itself around both me and the man in front of me.
This clinging to me is a curse. The texture is just like cloth.
I wave my hands, the only two that move, and try to see if I can shake off the clinging thing.
It feels responsive when I just touch it, but when I try to shake it vigorously, it slips through my hands.
The curse of the momentary transformation into a disjointed darkness. And then it returns again to its cloth-like texture and clings to my body.
Oh, no.
And that's when the curse finally enveloped me up to my neck.
The inorganic walls and floor suddenly changed. It was as if a change of scene had occurred.
What appeared before my eyes was a plain somewhere.
I am still wrapped in the same black curse. Slowly and slowly, the cloth-like curse is extending from my neck to my face.
However, I cannot see the man who was supposed to be wrapped with me by the curse.
No, he was there. No, he was there. I don't know. Is it a newborn?
Standing on the plain in front of me is indeed that featureless man. He's the same height. But there is something innocent about him.
My first memory...
A mixture of thoughts that are not my own.
Is this the memory of a sorcerer? Oh, yeah. It's flowing in through the connected curses. I see. I see. So this is where the sorcerer was born. This feeling of nostalgia is also the sorcerer's.
A man wanders around in front of me. He looks uneasy in this strange world.
He's all alone. There's no one else in the N.C. yet.
A sorcerer was created directly by God, only to have his mission and sorcery skills imprinted on him, only to be discarded?
I read the surface of the muddled things, which could be called the sorcerer's memories or consciousness, that flow in, without reading them.
I'm not really interested in it, but I have nothing to do and I'm not busy.
I'm going to keep pouring my consciousness into it, assimilating it from my mind, and finally physically taking over my body at once. Hmm... I'm at a loss. I don't think there's anything I can do.
Along with the memories, I can also read the aim of the spell the sorcerer has placed on me. It seems that the sorcerer can take over others even after death. It seems that he is just now in the process of doing so.
However, there is nothing we can do and we are not in a great hurry. It may just be that we are already eroding.
Eight particularly promising players are logging in... raise up those who will lead you to the Demon Lord... and defeat the heroes who will be your counterparts...
Is this the mission of the sorcerer implanted by God (the server) or something? Hmm.
The thought of having been bound to such a trivial thing for nearly thousands of years makes me feel a bit sorry for myself, even though I don't care about it. Well, I guess that is just the result of assimilation of consciousness.
In the meantime, the cursed cloth finally covers my entire face, completely enveloping me.
Total darkness.
In the darkness, the sorcerer appears, completely without the robe made of the curse.
His expression is the same as before, completely missing, and his eyes are out of focus.
The sorcerer approached us with jerky movements, as if he was being controlled by something.
Then he swung his hand like a spider's leg and thrust it into the gaping hole in my stomach.
The next moment, the sorcerer's hand burst into flames.
The fire immediately spread through his arm and through his body.
Ah! Well, the undead dragon had told me a lot that my flesh smelled like medicine, but I wonder if the medicinal effect was still strong enough to work on the sorcerer. ....... I'd better be careful not to drink too much of the potion.
While I was still thinking about this with my consciousness on the verge of assimilation, the darkness that had enveloped me began to crack.
Light shines through the cracks onto my left arm, and suddenly the two chain bracelets on my left arm start to glow.
And the shining chains start to stretch out.
The two chains stretch upward and upward, finally penetrating the darkness.
The light emitted by the extended chains causes the darkness to shrink rapidly. It becomes smaller and smaller, and finally becomes a pitch-black cube no larger than the palm of your hand.
It looks like a "box," and I grab it with my right hand, almost unconsciously.
My left arm is pulled out of the box with a jerk.
The chain stretches upward, and my body is pulled by my left arm. With a sudden momentum, my body is pulled upward.
◆◆◆
"Ow!"
I quickly seized his left arm.
"Rust! Thank God. I had a spare potion with me to close the wound, but he didn't wake up at all, I thought it was over.
Reverend Halhammer peers at us with concern.
Behind him were Kareen, Taura, Aari, Roa, Seyrukh, and everyone else.
"Ah. You're back."
It appears to be very close to where I collapsed after being stabbed in the stomach. I slowly patted my stomach, a little dazed, and sure enough, the wound was already closed. Instead, my left arm was bleeding. It looked just like the wound I got when I signed the contract with Sailuke.
─ ─ Ah, Sailuke and the others must have brought me back somehow. That's what that bracelet means.
That's when it happened. Everyone started talking. It was hard to understand what they were saying because it was all coming out at once, but it seemed that they were worried about us.
Stop talking for a minute! Rust, do you remember what happened?"
Perhaps seeing me blinking my eyes, Reb Harhammer stopped us all. He is a man of his age.
"Ah. My memory is fine. I'm sorry for worrying you.
I put my right hand on the ground to raise myself up, apologizing.
I feel a strange sensation in the palm of my hand.
When I glance at the ground, I see something like a black mist in the gap between my hand and the ground.
I immediately clench my right hand tightly.
The black blur disappears.
I make a nonchalant face and stand up, being careful not to open my right hand.
Then, I answered in a cheerful voice, trying to reassure everyone who was still anxiously talking to me.
Before you know it, your normal body is back.But you are unable to move.Can you move your hands? Can you move your hands? What's this? I've never seen anything like it.On my left arm, which I lifted up, were two chain bracelets. One is shining silver with a top decorated with swords, shields, and wings. The chain itself is quite thick. Right next to it was another chain bracelet, white and very thin. Its top seems to be decorated with a skull.As you wonder, the blurred figure in front of you gradually becomes clearer.The robes are as black as darkness. No, the edges of the robe seem to be untied and dissolve into space. It is as if the darkness itself is clad in the robe.The face looks like something you have seen before, a face lacking features that could be anywhere. His eyes do not shine, as if he is unconscious, and his expression does not move at all. I feel a little strange, but I guess he is a sorcerer.I cannot move from the spot. I was looking at the man in front of me, wondering what to do.The robes of the expressionless man melted and spread, and he was close to my feet. It crawled up my body.It continues to wrap itself around both me and the man in front of me.This clinging to me is a curse. The texture is just like cloth.I wave my hands, the only two that move, and try to see if I can shake off the clinging thing.It feels responsive when I just touch it, but when I try to shake it vigorously, it slips through my hands.The curse of the momentary transformation into a disjointed darkness. And then it returns again to its cloth-like texture and clings to my body.Oh, no.And that's when the curse finally enveloped me up to my neck.The inorganic walls and floor suddenly changed. It was as if a change of scene had occurred.What appeared before my eyes was a plain somewhere.I am still wrapped in the same black curse. Slowly and slowly, the cloth-like curse is extending from my neck to my face.However, I cannot see the man who was supposed to be wrapped with me by the curse.No, he was there. No, he was there. I don't know. Is it a newborn?Standing on the plain in front of me is indeed that featureless man. He's the same height. But there is something innocent about him.My first memory...A mixture of thoughts that are not my own.Is this the memory of a sorcerer? Oh, yeah. It's flowing in through the connected curses. I see. I see. So this is where the sorcerer was born. This feeling of nostalgia is also the sorcerer's.A man wanders around in front of me. He looks uneasy in this strange world.He's all alone. There's no one else in the N.C. yet.A sorcerer was created directly by God, only to have his mission and sorcery skills imprinted on him, only to be discarded?I read the surface of the muddled things, which could be called the sorcerer's memories or consciousness, that flow in, without reading them.I'm not really interested in it, but I have nothing to do and I'm not busy.I'm going to keep pouring my consciousness into it, assimilating it from my mind, and finally physically taking over my body at once. Hmm... I'm at a loss. I don't think there's anything I can do.Along with the memories, I can also read the aim of the spell the sorcerer has placed on me. It seems that the sorcerer can take over others even after death. It seems that he is just now in the process of doing so.However, there is nothing we can do and we are not in a great hurry. It may just be that we are already eroding.Eight particularly promising players are logging in... raise up those who will lead you to the Demon Lord... and defeat the heroes who will be your counterparts...Is this the mission of the sorcerer implanted by God the server or something? Hmm.The thought of having been bound to such a trivial thing for nearly thousands of years makes me feel a bit sorry for myself, even though I don't care about it. Well, I guess that is just the result of assimilation of consciousness.In the meantime, the cursed cloth finally covers my entire face, completely enveloping me.Total darkness.In the darkness, the sorcerer appears, completely without the robe made of the curse.His expression is the same as before, completely missing, and his eyes are out of focus.The sorcerer approached us with jerky movements, as if he was being controlled by something.Then he swung his hand like a spider's leg and thrust it into the gaping hole in my stomach.The next moment, the sorcerer's hand burst into flames.The fire immediately spread through his arm and through his body.Ah! Well, the undead dragon had told me a lot that my flesh smelled like medicine, but I wonder if the medicinal effect was still strong enough to work on the sorcerer. ....... I'd better be careful not to drink too much of the potion.While I was still thinking about this with my consciousness on the verge of assimilation, the darkness that had enveloped me began to crack.Light shines through the cracks onto my left arm, and suddenly the two chain bracelets on my left arm start to glow.And the shining chains start to stretch out.The two chains stretch upward and upward, finally penetrating the darkness.The light emitted by the extended chains causes the darkness to shrink rapidly. It becomes smaller and smaller, and finally becomes a pitch-black cube no larger than the palm of your hand.It looks like a "box," and I grab it with my right hand, almost unconsciously.My left arm is pulled out of the box with a jerk.The chain stretches upward, and my body is pulled by my left arm. With a sudden momentum, my body is pulled upward."Ow!"I quickly seized his left arm."Rust! Thank God. I had a spare potion with me to close the wound, but he didn't wake up at all, I thought it was over.Reverend Halhammer peers at us with concern.Behind him were Kareen, Taura, Aari, Roa, Seyrukh, and everyone else."Ah. You're back."It appears to be very close to where I collapsed after being stabbed in the stomach. I slowly patted my stomach, a little dazed, and sure enough, the wound was already closed. Instead, my left arm was bleeding. It looked just like the wound I got when I signed the contract with Sailuke. Ah, Sailuke and the others must have brought me back somehow. That's what that bracelet means.That's when it happened. Everyone started talking. It was hard to understand what they were saying because it was all coming out at once, but it seemed that they were worried about us.Stop talking for a minute! Rust, do you remember what happened?"Perhaps seeing me blinking my eyes, Reb Harhammer stopped us all. He is a man of his age."Ah. My memory is fine. I'm sorry for worrying you.I put my right hand on the ground to raise myself up, apologizing.I feel a strange sensation in the palm of my hand.When I glance at the ground, I see something like a black mist in the gap between my hand and the ground.I immediately clench my right hand tightly.The black blur disappears.I make a nonchalant face and stand up, being careful not to open my right hand.Then, I answered in a cheerful voice, trying to reassure everyone who was still anxiously talking to me.
