I Became the Wrong Race

25 – Warlock (4)

The moment I landed on the ground, I was shaken by the pain and fatigue that engulfed my entire body.

It wasn’t just physical shaking. The mental fatigue was also significant.

The health of elephants and whales, which are often mentioned when discussing the strongest animals on earth, was only 17 to 18.

Even with the body of a homunculus, which is at least one level stronger than that of such a creature, I can’t believe I felt this kind of fatigue.

I understood that it was something that ordinary humans couldn’t touch, and that that wizard was embarrassed when he saw me go through it.

Normally, this should not happen. I straightened my stumbling body and took a deep breath.

It was true to the saying that it was hard enough to kill. If it weren’t for the homunculus, he would have collapsed and died now.

The warlock retreated hesitantly as he spat out bloody phlegm out of his pressed helmet.

She and I were in the charnel house. Countless corpses were being reanimated in forms that were not allowed after passing through countless facilities.

All of that was just the effect of the magic created by the wizard in front of me. Still, I felt that way for no reason.

For what reason were they buried here, and under what circumstances did they come back to life and become angry?

What I felt as I passed through that sea of death was definitely anger. A fierce anger towards all living things.

Of course, I tried to grab my body and kill it so that no living thing could pass through, but I could not reach the homunculus, which had a set way of dying.

I was just terribly tired and in pain as if I was going to die.

It was just a little sad and painful.

I straightened my stumbling body again and glared at the woman in front of me.

She was once a beautiful woman. Just by looking at her facial features, she was like that.

Now I see that there was a ring on her finger.

Because it was a game with a similar style to Earth, the ring worn on the ring finger was a wedding ring, just like in the world I lived in.

“Where on earth…” .”

A woman’s cracked voice knocks in my ears. I must have lost consciousness for a moment, but the ground was a little closer.

As soon as she was able to support her body with the drawn long sword and stand upright, a clicking sound was heard from her waist.

It was the sound of her muscles breaking and bones breaking. As soon as she could barely swallow her moans that escaped through her clenched teeth, the woman backed away in fear of me.

Of course, I came down from above to kill you. I couldn’t say those words.

It was because there was a memory that was not mine that was fluttering before my eyes.

It was a wide open field. Her little hand was holding a staff and herding the sheep.

A dog with a bright expression was running around and helping herd the sheep, and not far away, a man holding a weapon called a staff sling was smiling.

It wasn’t my memory. He was short. His hands were small, and his head was a little different from mine.

Blonde hair close to apricot color. His blank gaze landed on the wizard.

Her hair was dull and dull, but it was probably the same color I had once seen it in.

It was her memory, not mine.

Memories from before she was still a warlock.

“You came down through death?”

The woman’s voice filled with fear rang out. In the vast charnel house, the candles flicker from side to side.

Her memories were showing to me.

Because of the magical energy that filled this space.

Soon, many images passed before my eyes, as if confirming my guess.

There were many memories. It felt like a fast-moving film. But the meaning and the emotion were clearly felt.

The fields are burning. People die. The family is on fire. There was betrayal and foolish choices.

She saw her husband die coldly in her own hands.

Because of what she did, none other than her.

Although the exact circumstances were unknown, she lost her entire family due to something uncontrollable.

It was not a world where such things were rare. All humans in Grim Darker have magical powers, and many of them are unable to control their magical powers, causing disaster.

This time, it was even her choice. It was a blurry memory, but I could see it.

Her transcendent, who showed her interest and offered her a contract from outside her heaven, accepted it without question.

The price of her bargain was the death of everything she loved.

This was also a common tragedy.

However, the person experiencing it could not just accept it as common.

The despair and regret she experienced were vividly conveyed to me.

Mental pain that feels like your heart is heaving and your internal organs are being torn apart.

A sudden surge of nausea. My body automatically bent down, as if the woman in my memory was bending over and throwing up.

It is dangerous. They might try to stab you with a dagger rather than magic. In this situation, a counterattack is not easy.

I desperately raised my head, but the woman didn’t seem to have any intention of doing so.

She was clutching her head and crying.

Her memories left in her charnel house were eating away at her. Her flowing tears turned red and soaked her clothes.

You must kill him now. Before I knew it, I had gotten my fallen body back up again. It was very difficult to take a single step, but I gritted my teeth.

“Ugh….”

Tdu-duk! The sound of broken bones fitting together. When I take two steps and hear the sound of something that I don’t know when it breaks, I fall again.

It was a memory that hit me, a defenseless person who fell like that.

A woman’s memory. Emotions and memories scattered in fragments because I do not want to accept them.

Proof that the warlock, who was once felt to be just a monster wearing a sword, was once human.

The wrong answer I came up with to overcome those thoughts and pain.

That touched my mind.

Before I knew it, in my fantasy, she had become an explorer.

Among those who visited the burned land, there was a voice whispering that they wanted to know.

Why on earth did this happen, and what on earth is this world?

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I was tempted to ask if I wanted to know. She explored it.

It was not her intention to save her husband, nor was it her intention to bring peace to her family.

She focused on more essential parts.

She began her quest to find the truth that would answer her own questions.

That was the inquiry school. Trying to access the truth of the world, even in a twisted and broken way.

No, rather, it is a fanatical school of thought that believes that the truth can be accessed more quickly.

And her question was simple, unbecoming of such a grand act.

There is so much tragedy in the world, so how should people live?

It was a question that no one could easily answer. As I tried to get up from my fallen position, I was pushed back by the pain pounding through my body.

Instead of trying to get up, I rolled to the side.

Wow!

It was death that was eating away at the place where I was.

It involves handling and releasing part of what has already formed the sea.

Even though there is no death in this body, if you continue to be hit by that, your personality will die.

Even in the game, that was a magic that combined mental damage and gloomy ‘spirit damage’.

You can’t just accept it. If the spirit dies, it is no different from the fact that I also die.

If it were the Black Knight, I would have just ignored him and run. When I try to suppress a bitter smile and get up, my knees go weak and my body starts to tremble.

I couldn’t help what wasn’t there, and I couldn’t change what wasn’t there.

As always, I did my best.

[Mourning]

Using my guilt as firewood, I ran.

Boom!

The floor flips over and the body moves forward. It’s a speed I barely recognized. Because my knee was broken and my leg was broken, I couldn’t get my speed right.

As she closes the distance and swings her long sword, death hangs in front of her like a wall, blocking her sword.

A sound was heard. Even the blade of a star could not cut through death.

I pull back before the flames die out, and death beats against my armor like a whip, like the swinging legs of a giant cephalopod.

The body bends and bends by itself and flies backwards. A pain so intense that it felt as if my eyes would roll over for a moment spread from my head to my entire body.

My body feels numb. There is no time to take a chance. They say I’m not good at it anyway, but I never even thought about it. An eerie crying sound that almost sounds like rolling on the floor.

The sound of death replaces Pagongseong. I rolled my body to the side again, but the giant tentacle legs persistently chased me and kicked me again.

I hit the wall and rolled on the floor, mixed with skulls and tombstones, but I chewed my tongue and pulled myself up.

Repeat the process of running in and running away. Even if I barely blocked it, it flew away, and I couldn’t dodge it because I didn’t have enough strength.

Going down through death caused even the homunculus’ body to decline.

But I did not back down. There is no support. There is no one to help. I’m the only one who can survive here.

The fight continues until it feels useless. The moment I was thrown against the wall, a series of attacks slowly pushed me into the wall.

I fainted and lost consciousness, but came to my senses when I heard a voice.

“How?”

It was a blaming voice, but that wasn’t actually the intention.

Belatedly, I fell to the floor and rolled over.

The armor was attached sparsely to the body. It would take some time to play, but it was clear that it would take a long time.

Thanks to the mourning, it wasn’t that painful. When I grabbed his trembling arms and stood up using the sword as a staff, I saw the warlock reaching out to me with a blank expression.

“How were you able to jump in?”

Even though it was an imprecise question, the meaning was conveyed.

She was very shaken from the moment I came down from death.

You must be shocked to see me coming down through a counterfeit transcendental world that would normally kill you the moment you touch it.

From her perspective, my current self was like trying to accomplish something even at the risk of death.

Despite the pain I experienced and the risk of death, I did not back down, but just stood here and wanted to finish my job.

She was astonished.

She was swayed by the transcendental, creating her own tragedy, and joining the school of inquiry to cause suffering to people.

She was regretting all her actions. Even though she regretted it, she had no choice but to create a fake transcendental as if pushed by inertia.

As if that would give her answers.

She looked at me now and was perplexed, as if she couldn’t understand.

Hagi article, it was worth it.

This wasn’t something I was supposed to do.

If you wanted to run, you could, and no one could catch you.

Still, I came down here. Through her death, even with her whole body in tatters, he came down and chose her and her enemy.

That was my choice.

So I leaned on the knife and exhaled.

All kinds of reasons came to mind.

I wasn’t used to seeing familiar faces die. To tell the truth, I hated it.

I didn’t like murder that much either. Even the faces of the cannibals he had initially killed out of mourning were stuck to his brain like stains.

That touch, the terrible feeling of her breath running through her hand.

Like that, I knew I would feel bad if a lot of people suddenly died.

So it moved.

I thought I had a chance of winning, and I never thought I would be blown away like this.

No, is that really true?

I know that I won’t be able to defeat the imitation Transcendant at level 2, but I went ahead with my body first.

Because I don’t want to run away from here.

No, because I don’t want to run away anymore.

Everything was vague, but one thing was certain.

So it was here.

“Because I don’t want to regret it.”

If I hadn’t done this, I would have regretted it.

I wanted to do that.

If I don’t do that, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

It’s funny to say that I would regret it, but that’s how I felt.

I approached one step at a time, holding the sword as a cane.

My body was heavy. I felt like I was slowly suffocating, covered in a sweat-soaked blanket.

My body was heavy. I felt like my body was heavier than my soul and was weighing me down.

But I desperately moved forward. Slowly, step by step.

Until you reach the wizard.

The sword I aimed at shakes and then sinks.

I can hear the feeling of flesh splitting and the sound of gasping and swallowing.

I held the warlock’s shoulder and took a deep breath.

And we saw her flashing memories together.

All kinds of regrets have passed.

Her husband’s death, her devotion to the school of inquiry, and her dream of the impossible through magic.

And even taking action like this.

No, her entire life was a regret. She recalled that there was never a day when she did not regret it.

‘How is that possible?’

She asked. Listening to it now, it had a slightly different meaning.

So I answered.

“I lived as hard as I could, every day.”

“Regret is….”

“You will regret it. But I will be better than I was yesterday.”

That was enough.

That was the driving force behind my life.

If we continue to improve day by day, won’t we become perfect one day?

Because I truly believed that.

“Naive, yes.”

The warlock read my thoughts and burst into laughter.

The hand holding my wrist slowly relaxed. Still. The words I whispered came to fruition like magic.

“You are strong.”

Unlike me.

I pulled out her knife, thinking over what she said she didn’t say.

Blood poured out from his ripened heart, and the warlock buried his face in my chest and slowly closed his eyes.

When the magic is gone, only the cold reality remains.

She finally got her answer.