Chapter 141 – #31_city Life
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One.
Two weeks have passed since I returned to the present world.
To summarize the life of Gan Siu, it is roughly as follows.
As if he became a Chinese emperor, he orders food until his upper leg breaks.
Even five meals a day.
Since it is a body that does not need to sleep anyway, and it is an environment where you can eat as much as you want without worrying about digestion or health, as soon as the feeling of fullness disappears, you order rice right away.
It’s a shame because it was a spiritual body, but if it was a human, even if the toilet was clogged, it would have been blocked several times.
“Today was also our daily bread.”
After eating enough to make it difficult to move, I get up and go to my bedroom/study room.
I called in an interior designer to construct one side of the wall with cork board, the other side with whiteboard, and the last one with a built-in shelf for filing documents.
Just like the lab room I used to use in the past.
Siwoo stood in front of the whiteboard holding a water-based marker.
“Shall we play today?”
If there is something that he prepares so hard for, it is magic research.
In fact, it wasn’t that I was trying to grasp magic and study it from the beginning.
I tried to reorganize the complex analysis that Siwoo majored in and researched, especially the essential singularity that gave him a master’s degree at a young age.
Since the thesis he had been working hard on had become non-existent, he wanted to be okay as a pastime.
And Siu couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
He couldn’t touch it at all.
I was able to outline what the symbols mean, what direction a series of formulas have, and what important formulas are, but I can’t see the most important ‘flow’.
It wasn’t like a slump or decline in talent that comes from taking a break for five years.
As if the brain refused to think in that direction at all, a strange phenomenon occurred.
And the possibility that Siwoo thought of.
Iljik suffered severe brain damage.
He felt he had made a near-perfect recovery, but it wouldn’t be strange if he lost something in the process.
However, Siu did not get frustrated and found the next path.
Siwoo, who fell into a panic, picked up the pen again after only half a day, perhaps because his mental training had worked.
While contemplating how far his abilities had been limited, Siu remembered that there was nothing wrong with applying mathematics to use magic.
It was strange.
Doesn’t this seem like the brain has been reconfigured to study magic?
“Hmm… Is this how it works here? No, this is too old-fashioned.”
Siwoo muttered with his hand on his chin as he filled in his whiteboard.
A huge magic formula was already drawn there, and Siu was writing down runes and formulas between circuits and circuits, organizing a new formula like a fill-in-the-blank quiz.
While he’s down, it’s to get the reestablished magic out of his head and organize it in a way that’s easy to see.
“How many of these are mixed together?”
Siwoo took off his blindfold and looked at his magic ceremony, which had been roughly designed over the course of a week, from a distance, squinting his left eye.
Even if you just look at the magic formula with your newly acquired left eye, it will be transformed into a three-dimensional structure and recognized as if you were connected to a demihuman.
Because it catches even the detailed flow of unwanted magical power, the fatigue in everyday life is so severe that it covers it up, but it was comfortable at times like this.
Anyway, as Siwoo roughly guessed, a total of five magics were mixed in his stigma, and they were entangled like one body.
The magnetic magic dimension movement formula Siwoo had been researching before.
The law of shadow obtained from the egg of Gnosis after killing the homunculus.
“I know what this is, but…”
However, there were three more magic formulas whose identity could not be determined at all.
Even if you don’t make an effort to remember it, it comes to mind as if you knew it a long time ago.
I don’t even know when I got this, so it’s very difficult.
“…I should try it myself.”
There are limits to what can be designed without direct implementation.
Originally, don’t genius composers compose by pressing the keyboard one by one or playing an instrument?
The only problem is that Siwoo knows how to use magic, so there is nothing good about it.
“Hmm…”
Siwoo took out a music box that quietly rotated without making a sound from his bosom.
Three gimmicks hanging next to the mainspring.
Since I heard how to use it from Odile in detail, I have a rough idea of what each gear does.
“Is this right?”
I heard that if you slightly pull and release the second lever while the mainspring is wound all the way, it perfectly disguises the wave of magical power that occurs inside.
Instead, it consumes a lot of magic power, so it is annoying to have to rewind the spring every hour, but isn’t there another way?
“Bloom.”
Siwoo, who visually confirmed that the concealment field was formed, stretched out his hand and amplified his mana.
You don’t need too much.
He just needs to be able to activate a mysterious magic formula.
The mana accumulated in the stigma moved to Siwoo’s hand while shedding a brilliant golden light.
I slowly closed my eyes, thinking of a magic ceremony that had a rough shape but was unknown in what form.
A flow of magical energy that circumnavigates the magical circuit extending throughout the body.
Distribute it slowly to where you want it to flow without going against it.
One conversion, three changes, and three expansions.
The mana gathered in the process of transformation took on a physical form like a thin thread.
Next, through the process of change, the threads of magical power were lined up vertically.
Other threads are tangled in the last line, taking the form of a long ribbon.
“What the fuck.”
Siwoo intuitively realized his true identity.
This was the magnetic magic of Ea Sadalmelik, who had already clashed with him once.
That vicious ribbon that mercilessly tore Siwoo, who had done his best.
“Why is this on me?”
When he opened his eyes again, a ribbon that stimulated the trauma switch just by looking at it was floating in front of Siwoo’s nose.
In addition, the shape is somewhat different from the ribbons that Ea used to handle.
It is not a normal thread of magical power, but is black and dark because it is made of the particles of the shadow he originally possessed.
Even more horrifying is the fact that even though the magic was so unfamiliar, the ribbon was already moving freely like Siwoo’s limbs.
I should say it feels like a new arm has sprouted from my body.
It moved so delicately that even my daughter could hit it.
Of course I won’t.
I don’t know what the hell happened while I was down.
Even with all of Siwoo’s magical knowledge, no answer came out.
“… Let’s think about this next time.”
Now, the priority is to check what you have one by one.
First of all, Siu, who captured the ribbon, slowly checked the other magic as well.
The identity of the other was relatively easy to find.
The space that was revealed the moment he concentrated his mana on the magic ceremony was a space that Siwoo already knew.
Siwoo, who entered Ain when he regained his memories.
There, Siu faced countless stairs and doors in a black space.
It seemed that this was probably the magic that governed ‘memories’.
Unfortunately, despite spending enough time, the identity of the last one could not be revealed to the end.
It’s not that he lacks magic power, nor is his concentration low, but the form of the expression can’t be specified.
It seemed that it would be possible to know for sure only after more carefully subdividing and arranging the entangled magic.
-Beep beep beep
Siwoo, who had been standing in front of the whiteboard for a long time, put down the marker whenheheard a notification on his phone.
“It’s time to eat.”
Once every 4 hours.
Siu made a promise to himself.
No matter what, I will eat 5 meals a day.
If you include the time the food is prepared, you should prepare it by now to keep that promise.
His hair was hot, probably because he wore his hair too much.
It would be nice to get some fresh air.
Siwoo put on a windbreaker, ordered a lot of take-out orders through a delivery app, and went out on the street.
There are definitely a lot of universities and self-catering rooms nearby, so all kinds of restaurants are gathered.
There were a lot of landmines wearing the mask of a restaurant.
“Let’s go to the famous street today.”
The famous street on the opposite side of the one-room village from Siwoo’s house was a treasure trove of things to do and eat.
On the way down, I smoked a cigarette and rummaged through my clothes, but only found an empty pack of cigarettes.
“I’ll buy one on the way.”
The residential/commercial officetel was convenient in this regard.
There were various convenience facilities including a cafe on the 2nd floor, and there was a convenience store on the 1st floor, so you don’t have to go far.
“I’d like an African Rolla, please. Oh, and a lighter.”
Siwoo went straight to the checkout and glanced at the part-timer.
Although Shiu wasn’t particularly the type to reveal women like Takasho, he honestly couldn’t help but look at this part-time job girl, regardless of gender.
Perhaps because it was Sinchon, the part-timer was also well-dressed.
Long straight hair without bangs.
It is a two-tone dye with a dark khaki color mixed with a slightly darker mint color like a gradation.
Neutral, ready-to-wear clothes are natural and stylish like tailored clothes.
She’s in fact she’s just that she would be a coed and she would have passed if she had been here.
But this part-timer was pretty, and yet so pretty.
It’s not that I’m selfish or have other thoughts, but objectively, both my appearance and body are really excellent.
Eyes shining dark green under dark double eyelids, voluptuous breasts lifting a convenience store vest on a high nose.
Judging by her strangely friendly and familiar impression despite her exotic appearance, she seemed to be of mixed blood, and she was at all comparable to the witches roaming Gehenna.
When she says she’ll go and model for her, she’ll line up all over the place, but I don’t know why she’s doing this in a place like this.
“It’s 5,000 won.”
But is a pretty woman arrogant?
This part-time job was not very enthusiastic.
Not only does she always hold her phone in her hand, but even when her guests come, she doesn’t even look at her face, she just taps her phone with one hand and calculates bluntly.
“Even if I work like that, it doesn’t get cut because I’m pretty.”
Returning with the same sentiment as always, Siu asked for a cigarette.
Siwoo was walking down the street after drawing a mind map in his head about which restaurant to go to today.
After climbing the steep one-room village almost as if it was built on a mountain ridge, you can see the original destination.
“Uh?”
Siu rubbed his eyes.
At first, I thought I was seeing something wrong because I only used one eye.
It must have been that something dark was crawling as if clinging to the electronic display board of a department store in the distance.
It was so far away that the exact shape was completely unpredictable, but it is by no means small enough to be seen here.
Siu hurried his steps.
I wanted to visually check what that was.
When Siwoo ran to the front of the department store as if he was running fast, when he looked at the electronic signboard again.
There were only cell phone advertisements flowing normally.
People in leader go on their way or chat as if nothing happened.
Siwoo’s eyes narrowed.
“…I didn’t see it wrong.”
I saw clearly, clearly.
Somewhat creepy spine.
I took the music box out of my pocket, raised the clocking level to the maximum, and put it back in.
In the end, I didn’t want to go around here and there for no reason, so I packed up about 30 crabs and returned home.
