Chapter 627 – The Doll’s Knight
‘Then, no matter the truth, they will have no choice but to collide.’
Seong-il enters the inner plane hoping that his strategy will work. As the intense battle ends, he lies down as if his tension is released and he collapses to catch his breath.
“Oh!! It’s much harder to pretend to fight than to fight like a madman.”
“How do you do this?”
While Seong-il is lying down, Seong-il’s alter ego holds up 『Doll: Death』 And asks what to do.
“Oh, that? Put it down for now. And since you worked hard, come back and rest.”
“Okay!!”
At Seong-il’s command, the alter ego nodded politely, then put 『Doll: Death』 On the floor and obediently cancel the summoning.
Hey profit…!!
An alter ego that disappears with strange smoke. And the smoke turns into a subtle power and returns to Seongil’s body again.
“Are you saying the summoning effect is amazing?”
Seong-il picks up a wooden doll that has fallen on the floor and satisfactorily speaks to himself.
“Oh, you brought something interesting?”
“Oh, this?”
Seong-il greeted Elysia, who had come to visit after hearing the crowd. He introduces her to her 『Doll: Death』 Which she brought.
“Huh…Is this the doll you’re talking about? Interesting.”
Somehow, since she used puppetry like Seongil, Elysia also seemed interested in 『Puppet: Death』 That Seongil brought.
“Ah! That’s right!! This is not important!! Aira-sama is awake.”
“Oh, yes?”
However, it is also a moment to look with curiosity. Elysia informs Seong-il that Aira has woken up, and she asks him to dispose of her.
“What should I do? Are you going to see me now?”
“Well, yes.”
I’m not particularly busy. After Seong-il nodded obediently, he and Elysia moved into the room where Aira was locked up.
“Here it is!”
“Oh… Is it a bedroom?”
“The warehouse is a bit… I think so?”
As long as they become colleagues in the future. Elysia shows her respect by locking her Aira in her bedroom instead of in her storage.
“You bastards!! How dare you know who I am!! Can’t you release me right now?!”
She was waiting in a fairly comfortable place, but since her limbs were tied up and kidnapped, nothing changed, so Ira goes mad and shouts at Seong-il.
“Oh, how are you?”
“You bastard!!! Are you deaf?! Untie the rope right now!!!”
Aira yelling at her holy day. Despite her grumpy look, her seongil pats her snort and answers her.
“You? Aren’t you Anazura’s henchmen? A damn demon who robbed a poor girl’s body.”
“…!!”
Surprisingly, as the man in front of her seems to know her true identity, the egotistical demon that controls Aira’s body stiffens her expression and glares at her holy day.
“I’ll tell you straight forward. Gently restore Aira’s soul and return to the tiara. Then I’ll show her mercy and kill her cleanly.”
“Ha! You arrogant mortal bastard. You say such a thing when you know who I am?”
Like an evil devil, the devil of selfishness spits vicious words at Seongil with a venomous voice.
As if that wasn’t enough, he smiles cruelly and even tries to threaten Seong-il.
“Looks like the owner of this body has something to do? If so, wake up! If you try to remove the tiara with my soul by force, I will crush the original owner’s soul!!”
As if he would never be pushed by Seong-il, the devil of stubbornness endures with vitriolic language. However, Seong-il knew full well that he would endure that way, so he nodded his head with a sad expression.
“Well, I guess. You can’t do anything to her unless you forcefully take you off anyway, right? I’ll let her go on her own. Don’t worry.”
“Do you dare to me, Anazura-sama’s right-hand man…”
“Yes, yes. You damned god’s henchman. Shut up and rest. I’ll make it fun sooner or later.”
Seong-il had Elysia seal her mouth with tape because she had no intention of continuing to listen to the devil’s nonsense.
‘Well, even if he does some tricks, it’s enough to revive him with an elixir. I have to teach him calmly.’
Although the devil pretended to be strong, Seong-il knew well from the story of the game that if he tortured him mentally and physically, he would become weak, so he showed no fear of the devil’s threats.
“Tie it up for now. When it’s time to eat, just feed it with the nutritional potion Erica made.”
“Okay.”
Starting with the meeting with Ruchel tomorrow, Seong-il was going to train her Aira mercilessly anyway, so Seong-il left her Aira alone and moved back to the living room.
“Let’s see…”
Seong-il puts 『Doll: Death』 On the table and examines the doll here and there with an expression of interest.
『Puppet: Death: 100,000 points』
– A doll made by a doll knight carved from a piece of the essence of Anazura, the god of death. It has the power of death.
You can recognize the owner by sprinkling the user’s blood on the doll and the set ring.
After recognizing the owner, the owner can change the doll into a black gem.
Normally, the doll is changed into an ordinary jewel and put on a ring, but in case of emergency, it can be summoned by pulling out the jewel and throwing it on the floor.
The summoned doll reads the master’s thoughts and acts according to his will, and returns to the owner as a jewel when its magic power is exhausted or destroyed.
Destroyed dolls can be restored by inserting jewels into rings. However, the recovery speed may vary depending on the degree of damage. (The restoration speed can be accelerated by injecting magic power.)
“Good?”
An option for a doll that looks pretty good at first glance. After following the main characters and their company for the past week and confirming the strength of the puppets they played with, Seong-il feels intuition that 『Puppet: Death』 Is a truly outstanding artifact.
“And the point is, don’t lie.”
Blackball, the great puppeteer’s soul mask, and more. All of the 100,000-point artifacts were powerful, so Seong-il seemed to rate 『Doll: Death』 Highly.
“First of all, from recognizing the owner…”
A holy day in which a ring is removed from a doll’s hand and put on one’s own finger. He then lightly scratches his fingertips as described in the instructions and drips a drop of his blood onto the ring.
Wooooo…!!!
Then, an intense resonant sound echoed from the jewelry in the ring. At the same time, Seong-il feels a strange connection between himself and the doll’s spirit.
“Wake up.”
Swoop.
Upon Seongil’s command, the doll naturally stands up and starts moving.
“Oh oh…”
With an interesting expression on his face, Seong-il gives the doll various orders. In particular, when a battle order is given, interestingly, the doll draws the true power of death from its hands and starts swinging its fists wildly in all directions.
“Maybe it’s because the essence of the god of death was carved out, so you use the power of death naturally? You’re supposed to demonstrate tremendous ability in close combat?”
Seong-il admires the doll’s performance. But, that’s for a while. He pauses using the doll and takes out the cursed sword from his inventory.
“Originally, I would have just written it, but…”
Seong-il recalls the time ago when he used the death knight summoning technique to create a body for the cursed sword.
“…Still, it would be better to give this guy a body than to just use it.”
“Hmm? What are you talking about?”
While resting in the inventory, the cursed sword heard the muttering of the holy day out of the blue and questioned him as if wondering.
“Oh, what do you mean…”
Seong-il explains the current situation to the cursed sword he pulled out. Upon hearing all of this, the cursed sword gets extremely excited and starts chattering at Seong-il as if it were half rampaging.
“Do it!! Please do it!! Be sure to experiment with it!!!』
“Okay, so lower your voice.
『…』
Maybe he really wants to have a body, he closes his talkative cursed black mouth and calmly looks at Seongil.
‘It’s cute what you’re doing.’
Enjoying the action of the sword, Seong-il meekly takes out the soul stone of the god of creation, links the sword and soul there, and casts a spell.
‘I hope it goes well…!!’
Seong-il naturally tries to insert the jewel containing the soul of the cursed sword into the doll, just like he did before.
Whoa…!!!
Then, the dolls and jewelry begin to resonate intensely. The two begin to respond violently as if they had waited for each other for a long time.
“Uh…?”
The resonance of the two items is too intense than I thought. Seong-il looks at the doll and the soul stone of the creator with a puzzled expression at the tremendous reaction he has never seen before.
“Why are these… Ah…!!”
While Seong-il, embarrassed by the excessive resonance of the two, ponders the reason for the problem, he feels a thought pass through his head.
‘Soul Stone… That was the soul fragment of the Creator God left behind by the now deceased God!? Doll: Death is an item made from the body fragments of a dead god…!!’
Although the world is different, it seems that the existence called God had quite a strong commonality. Because of this, Seong-il realizes why the two items resonate intensely.
『Aagh!!! Seongil-ah!!!』
At that time, Seong-il was seriously thinking about the current situation. Suddenly, a scream came from a nearby cursed sword.
“…!!”
When he turned his head, he saw the cursed sword in Seongil’s eyes. A strange power, probably a soul, was extracted from the sword and was being dragged to the soul stone of the god of creation.
“Damn it…!!”
A cursed sword that feels more like a friend than an artifact or weapon. For this reason, Seong-il tries to get him out of the soul stone somehow with an urgent expression.
‘No… It’s too late…!’
However, Seongil now feels that if he forcibly breaks the link between the sword and the soul stone, the soul of the sword will die.
“It’s too much…!!”
When his beloved colleague is in danger of being destroyed due to a failed experiment, Seong-il denounces himself by biting his teeth in anger and helplessness.
Wooooo…!!
In the meantime, the soul stone sucks the essence of 『Puppet: Death』 And the cursed sword and floats in the air, dyed black.
Caan…!!
Dump…!!
And at the same time, the floating sword and doll fall to the floor without power, hurting Seong-il’s heart.
“Damn it…!!”
When Seong-il thinks that a dear colleague has died due to an unknown situation, Seong-il feels his blood gushing backwards.
“Fuck… No matter how old you are, I’ll crush you…!!”
Seong-il, who is paralyzed by his colleague’s sword, puts a lot of inner energy into his hand and raises his hand with white flames overflowing, preparing to strike at the soul stone of the god of creation.
Wooooo…!!
“Uh…?”
The time when Seong-il was angry. Suddenly, strong waves begin to flow from the soul stone.
Then, a faint wave of what appears to be a spirit emanates from the sword and doll, which then float back up and begin to move gently towards the soul stone.
I’m going to have a good time…!!
The previous metal feeling is gone, and 『Puppet: Death』, Which is made of human-shaped darkness, has a strange sound and the soul stone of the god of creation in its chest. The cursed sword begins to wrap around the arm as if it were to be eaten.
Wow…!! Wow…!!
And the creepy noises from the dolls. The doll transforms into a sphere with the grotesque sound of twisting joints.
Wooddeuk!! Wow…!!
After that, the sphere emits darkness little by little everywhere like a stem, forming the figure of a doll. Perhaps that is not enough, but unlike the previous simple appearance, the doll begins to transform into a black knight clad in black steel armor.
『Oooooh…!! I got a body…!!』
“Are you… A cursed sword?”
“Huh!! If not me, who would it be!!”
Surprisingly, 『Puppet: Death』 And the cursed sword seem to have become one through the soul stone of the god of creation and the necromancy spell of Seongil.
When the body he so longed for is created, the cursed sword is so good that he jumps in place and can’t control his joy.
『Wowaaaaa!!! I got a body too!!! Body!!! Wow!!!”
“Oh…”
Seong-il smiles and congratulates him, as he is bewildered, but there is nothing wrong with him.
Serung…!!
“Oh oh!! I can summon my old body from the hand!! Look!!”
“Huh…!!”
A black knight wearing fancy armor and holding a pitch-black sword. Seong-il tries various experiments with the sword, which he is delighted with.
“Oh… That’s… The death aura that the apostle wrote?”
“Okay? I don’t know what it is, but it’s pretty good?”
A cursed sword that exudes the power of death from the longsword that was its own body in the past. Not only that, he even conjures the flames of death, as the apostle wrote.
“Hey, could you possibly come back here to the ring?”
“How do I know that? I just got my own body too.”
“But…”
In response to the two-in-one sword’s absurd answer, Seong-il calmly raised the ring and pointed at the death knight.
Whoa…!!
Surprisingly, the body of the black knight wearing the armor began to shrink and he was transformed into a small jewel.
Clap!!
And naturally, the jewel attached to the ring Seong-il is wearing. Even the ring covers itself with subtle darkness and hides itself from Seong-il’s hand so that it cannot be seen.
‘And…!! Fuck…!! What a mess!!!!’
