I Became the Wrong Race

46 – Dungeon (3)

Three people are sitting in a high seat.

No, I couldn’t tell if it was actually a person. That’s what the girl thought as she got down on one knee to show respect.

Of course, they and Lorian are of the same clan.

The other two were of a similar level in terms of race. But now, there was a significant difference between the girl and them.

Just as ants and people are not on the same level, they and the girl were not on the same level.

“Lorian.”

It was a room filled with murals everywhere. The only thing that could be called a window was the colored glass on the ceiling.

Although the falling light passed through the colored glass and scattered brilliant colors, darkness was still cast over the faces of the three people at the head table below.

It looks as if it was made of darkness itself. Transcendence. Lorian could not raise his head.

“Raise your head.”

Only then does he raise his head. Three people with eerie silhouettes were looking at him.

The seat of the Blood Knight, a court white, sitting with his legs crossed and looking down at Lorian with red eyes.

The Empress, the monarch of the shapeshifting race, who makes eye contact with Lorian as if she is interested, with her eyes constantly changing.

Lastly, there is a prophet who is an elder necromancer who distorts light more intensely than anyone present here.

Lorian realized that this room was dark even with the sunlight filling the space.

That’s because they all had the power to distort providence.

It was natural. Lorian lowered his head, weighed down by a feeling of intimidation that he could not even handle.

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“What do you think?”

“There is nothing to think about. “It is impossible to do it.”

A deep voice follows. The voice of a necromancer known as the Prophet.

“You blood demons who draw their magic power from outside cannot resist the magic power engraved in their bodies. “If you do it hastily, you will die.”

“Then I guess we can’t help it.”

Although each of them was extremely powerful, they did not complain that it was impossible.

The necromancer was such a being.

Among the three clans, it can be argued that they are the best in terms of magic, and when the ‘father’ still existed, they were the only ones who had an equal relationship.

Monsters that are otherwise called dragons in the world.

Those who were unable to do anything about curses, illnesses, and providence, so they turned to their father.

They developed the power to transcend death and trample on life.

I affirmed my father’s providence and assisted him with magic.

Such a person spoke of the impossible. There could be no difference of opinion.

“We created a replacement.”

It is the Empress who opens her mouth this time. She smiled, her eyes still changing colors like the colored glass windows above, and snapped her fingers.

Then, two people appear without any sign, as if coming out of the shadows. They approached Lorian and attached something to his severed shoulder.

‘… This.’

It was a prosthetic hand.

An arm made of blood, reminiscent of the armor worn in the past. It was an arm that fit the small girl’s body exactly.

The parts that made up the skeleton were in perfect harmony, and the blood-red exterior shined cleanly and beautifully.

Something like this cannot be created with the power of only the shapeshifters.

It can be made only when the powers of vampires, necromancers, and shapeshifters all come together.

An object that could rightly be called a holy relic. But Lorian was not happy.

This was a debt.

At the same time, it was also an earnest refusal.

The armor that was stolen from you will not be returned unless you retrieve it, and this is the only thing that will be given to you.

Such a hint. Lorian chewed his lip and lowered his head.

Sure enough, it was as he expected.

“Did you say it was a blood bag?”

“If it’s a blood bag… Was it an abandoned experiment?”

“It was a test subject that was discarded and used as a soldier and blood bag. “I just knew it was a failure.”

Blood sac.

Homunculus.

The man called Gungjeongbaek glared at the prosthetic hand with red eyes.

It was an experiment that had no potential and the only value I thought was a bag of blood.

If this happens, it’s a different story.

“In the name of the blood relatives, ‘Eucharistic reconstruction’ was established as a top priority experiment. “Anyone who disagrees can raise their hands.”

No one raised their hand. That was natural.

Their purpose was the same even after thousands of nights had passed.

Only to bring back my father who left.

That’s impossible, to reach him.

The only thing that changed was the method.

That was when Lorian lowered his head to avoid their sharp, obsessive eyes.

“Lorian. “You too have work to do.”

“Order.”

“Retrieve your weapons and retrieve the test subject.”

Experimental subject. Something once called a blood sac. The only successful experiment that cut off Lorian’s arm and opened up the closed possibility of a homunculus.

It was time for Lorian to prostrate and bow his head.

“Honorary name—”

“Remember your sister’s failure.”

Lorian’s body, which had been quietly bowing down, stiffens in shock.

“Keep in mind. All of the clan’s resources, skills, and efforts… “It exists for only one person.”

Lorian’s bright eyes rose, and a mural formed in his eyes.

The image of a man ascending to the sky with his arms outstretched.

“For my father.”

*

“Father.”

My experience with women was not that great.

At least, that was the case before I fell into this dark world, but I couldn’t say that these days.

I didn’t know if this was because of the damn handsome face I acquired when I became a homunculus, or if it was my perfect personality shining through.

At least right now I was in trouble.

“Father.”

There was a woman holding my arm and rubbing her face.

She immorally called me father, but I felt like this woman was a woman rather than my daughter.

This is a difficult matter. Even more so when she turned her head.

“Father?”

I couldn’t ignore the voice coming from next to me, but turning my head wasn’t easy.

Isla’s eyes looking at me made that happen.

It had extremely cold blue-grey eyes. Even though it wasn’t like there was no light in the eyes or anything like in the cartoon.

I could instinctively feel alive.

It wasn’t just because of the crossbow in his hand. Even the expressionless expression he was looking at wasn’t that different from usual, but I could feel that something was different.

“Do you have children?”

“No, it can’t be…” .”

“Father, why are you lying?”

This time, the chill comes from a different direction. The kind of chill that makes me swallow my saliva without even realizing it.

It wasn’t because my opponent was stronger than me, or because I thought I couldn’t win the fight.

It was a chill caused by something soggy and black.

As soon as I turned my head, I came face to face with the dragon’s face, which was almost pressed against my face.

It had horns, and its long, pure white hair had good texture even though it was not maintained.

The beautiful face was pale and gave the impression of being somewhat weak, but more than that, the voluptuous body had a structure that stimulated the lust of an average man….

It’s cool. There was something unpleasant flowing through the woman’s body.

A temperament that most people call insanity.

“Yeah, that’s right. “Yes.”

When I finally turned my head and winked at Isla, Isla narrowed her eyes as if she sensed something was amiss.

The old man just stared at her blankly, unable to do anything on the spot, but she quickly realized that it wasn’t a bad thing if she could avoid an arduous fight.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot of stories. “I never thought I would have such a true daughter!”

“… Who?”

“What, he’s your father’s friend!”

“… Friend?”

The dragon’s gaze is directed at me as if asking if it’s true. I nodded and smiled.

“Father’s friend… “Then what about that woman?”

A finger with long, sharp nails points towards Isla. I was debating whether to yell at the laughing adult and just let it go, so I chose the latter.

“It’s called Isla-“

“Bride.”

Isla intercepts her answer. But if you think about it, she wasn’t bad.

I don’t know what my father does, but my new wife-

“Noaaa—!”

The thoughts that came to mind were stopped by a sudden shout and a hand strangling her neck.

“Ugh, ugh… ?!”

“No, no, no! The father must do it alone! “Fathers have to be perfect, and fathers don’t need brides or anything!”

The noise made with their faces pressed against each other far exceeded the human capacity.

It is not much different from the roar that was emitted in the form of a dragon.

Something is flowing from her ear as if her eardrum has been torn, her stomach is convulsed and blood is flowing from her mouth.

I’m an orphan, so it’s probably not that I couldn’t think with the sensibilities of an ordinary family.

Rather, if you approached this with ordinary sensitivity, it would not be strange to suffer great harm.

First of all, you have to live no matter what.

I tried to force the hand that was strangling me, but there was no sign of the hand that was strangling me letting go.

Rather, the scales on the woman’s skin and the woman’s clothes tearing with transcendental power.

The chest of the dress is dented, exposing the ribcage.

I saw her empty insides, open between her cleavage and through her ribcage.

There is no heart. How?

“Nong, it’s a joke… !”

As soon as I managed to get the words out, my hands started to lose their strength.

As she sat down on the floor, the woman’s face suddenly pushed towards me.

“Really?”

“Jeong, really.”

“Ah, huh… Not funny.”

While laughing, the expression suddenly hardens. A cool sensation running down my spine.

At the same time, the woman holding my neck presses my face to hers.

“You almost killed your father. “Of course my father won’t die, but he almost did.”

I also have needles that go through the mokuldae.

Only then did I change the way I looked at this female dragon.

This was crazy.

It’s not just a cliché, it’s completely crazy.

“Then what is it? Friend?”

“Uh, yes. Friend.”

It is dangerous. As I was stroking the neck of the woman who had been captured, the woman took a step away from me, fluffed up her dress extravagantly, grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it up slightly.

“It’s an honor to meet you. “Father’s friends.”

It was an aristocratic greeting. So much so that she didn’t recognize that she was actually a dragon.

She smiled with that greeting. She had a bright, yet somewhat awkward smile.

“My name is Nerilmaeus.”

I am the owner of this castle. There was no room for doubt about what he added.

Who would dare claim ownership of this space over such a being? I laughed helplessly, and when the woman saw me like that, she let out an exclamation.

“Since my father is back, we should hold a banquet.”

Just as the finger makes a cheerful sound, the entire cavity shakes at the same time.

As I was frozen in a situation where I had no idea what the meaning of the situation was or what the phenomenon was, the ground immediately split and something shot out.

Hundreds of undead. It was rising all over the cavity.

The number of undead that rose up in countless numbers, regardless of front, back, left, or right, was far beyond what I, Isla, or him could deal with.

If you fight right now, you will die. You shouldn’t fight. With enlightenment I thought:

This is the necromancer, the race that holds the throne of the three clans.

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I felt it when he was strangling me earlier.

The force that was strangling my neck at that time completely exceeded me.

Strength, magic, and even the ability as a necromancer.

I was faced with an enemy that I could not fight against, and I had to worry about what to do.

[Blood bag of note / Three clans

-You are constantly interfering with the events of the three clans. To put it mildly, there are people in the three clans discussing how to deal with you. From now on, it will be difficult to sleep comfortably at night.]

A reputation I had already seen appeared in the corner of my eye.

The content is not much different from what I saw before. When I wondered why this suddenly came to mind.

[Experiment to be recovered / Three clans

-Your inaction and feats that surpassed the impossible have attracted the attention of three clans. The three highest of the three clans have agreed: Hunters are descending upon the earth to retrieve only you. Now don’t take your eyes off the sky!]

I suddenly saw the content of my reputation change.

Why on earth?

Even before I read and understand the contents.

… Nettle liquid… !

There was a faint sound of something falling.