Chapter 168 – Chapter 168: Shower 3
Could the word “Jaseungjabak” Be more appropriate than this?
“Aww, stop, stop!”
An ugly figure struggling, rubbing his face on the floor.
Since it was an alter ego made of magic, there was no blood splatter.
I was worried that I would get tired of watching him do it, but I’m glad I did.
Heck, there’s no reason to implement blood, sweat, urine, and other feces into your alter ego for sex.
And because of that complacency, the pain of being stabbed is conveyed in a fresh way.
‘This is an onion-like asshole, the more you peel it, the more something comes out.’
When I first created an alter ego with magical power, I put in a simple function first.
When a certain amount of shock is transmitted, the alter ego is destroyed.
The reason is that the ability to handle magic is immature, but
There was also the anxiety of being alone in a world with superpowers and magic.
Just know what the heck is going to happen and don’t make any safeguards.
Even in the basement where I was hiding, I made a dog hole for ventilation.
However, the exiled snake’s heart, which wandered around as an alter ego without thinking,
At most, by a dagger made by a collaboration between a warlock and a shaman
I couldn’t even stop the sense of rising from my alter ego, and I was caught.
“Umm, then what should I do? Is there anything you want?”
Ugh-
A blue space opens with a strange sound.
Did you get a dagger and bought it from wizards?
Just looking at the outside, ugly tools come out.
From the twisted awl
A saw with skewed saw blades left and right
Even a hammer with a rugged surface like a tonkatsu hammer.
‘Is that a tool sold by wizards?’
Because there is a constellation of clubs and entertainment
An item that makes one wonder if there is a constellation of torture and slaughter.
Maybe it’s because it’s a tool used by wizards who perform autopsies.
Just looking at the outside, you can smell the blood.
I saw the tools lined up next to my face
The exiled snake’s heart pulsates.
Then, with that movement, he was deeply cut by the blade and crouched down again.
“Haa, it’s better because it moves on its own. So, what should we do?”
Seeing that absurd appearance, the blond man gave a dry smile.
How absurd that the only family member died to such an asshole.
I imagine a chase in the slums
As if I was worried about the source confrontation at the end
I wonder if this man had the same imagination as me.
A revenge play to kill the real Constellation with the body of an incarnation.
The end ends in a love hotel sex room with a sword bread through a handsome man.
It’s like eating a sticky drink and not brushing your teeth.
“You have to keep the speed at which you absorb magic power. You can do whatever you want, but keep the appearance of your alter ego.”
“What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t matter whether you peel off the skin or slit the intestines, so don’t cut off the clone’s limbs or rip off its neck.”
“Ah, I see.”
When a brightly smiling blond man takes out a razor from his arms
I ignored the scene and focused on absorbing mana.
Things got a little weird, but the original plan was absorption.
Inflicting harm on the main body by using incarnations and clones as channels.
Because only the dreamer can act as a channel
Hadn’t the burning tyrant imparted knowledge to me?
I couldn’t use the incarnation because my ability was immature
If there is an alter ego that is forcibly immobilized with such a magical dagger,
I was able to draw the mana of the body lying dead in the sanctuary.
I’m not used to the act of absorbing mana indirectly.
Because of this, the amount of absorption is small and the rate of absorption is very slow.
“Smile, bitch. The night is long.”
“――!―――!!”
Thanks to scrapping the unmanned hotel stay, I had plenty of time.
Should this also be regarded as a self-righteousness?
I have never been tortured.
Of course, it is true that there are few people with torture experience, but
The world I lived in was an apocalypse where food and drinking water ran out.
Even torture became a kind of luxury there.
Tear it into tatters before killing it, or
Except for the act of throwing alive to mutants
I didn’t even have the resources to do torture normally.
Skinned, teeth pulled, limbs sliced off?
Is there any medicine that can prevent excessive bleeding and keep you alive for a long time?
There was no water, so it was a daily life to chew on moss growing underground.
If you try, you’ll scar your skin so much that your inner flesh is exposed.
All he had to do was rub a piece of contaminated stone onto his exposed skin.
It’s a world where there’s not even salt or red pepper powder to sprinkle on wounds.
“Ah, it’s a bit difficult because you can’t see the muscles.”
“Heh, heh, heh-“
A moan that couldn’t even be a scream.
Seeing the drooping figure, the blond man clicked his tongue.
Using the dagger embedded in his back as a handle
It was the result of diligently cutting the back part like pork.
I try to peel off the skin, but there is no skin
I try to cut my muscles, but I don’t have any
In the end, either thinly sliced or deeply stabbed
Because I had no choice but to keep cutting the body.
Seeing that, now the instinctive anxiety disappears.
I lost my mind from the constant pain
Almost 10% of magic power left.
In terms of humans, it is on the verge of loss of blood due to excessive bleeding.
Is there a better situation than now to break into the source?
“I’ll have to wrap it up, so just do it now. Don’t overdo it.”
“Yes, there’s nothing more to do than I thought.”
Crazy bastard, is that what he’s talking about after nailing a person’s back?
Seeing them smashed with hammers and hammered in hot nails
When this is over, I hope I never have to meet this guy again.
Thinking so, I move my mana.
Looking at the blurry eyes as if resenting me.
The world spins around
That’s a really good sign.
When entering the source of Alice
Like getting into a tight rubber tube
Didn’t you feel the overwhelming pressure?
“Wow, that sucks.”
Was the pain the problem, or was it the exploitation of magic?
The office, which had been decorated in an antique style, was smashed to pieces.
The first thing you see is a desk that has been split in half.
As if it was a demolition demonstration, the sharpened desk
It lay on the side of a bookshelf that had fallen over, leaving only half of it exposed.
More than 70% of the carpet was torn off and the floor had holes.
A knocked over bookshelf and a smashed desk on top of it.
Broken lights, cracked ceilings and missing windows
In addition, ink, fountain pens, and books littering the floor.
It looks like there was an earthquake or a shell hit.
On that dirty floor
A woman lying with her body her curled up.
It was, of course, the heart of an exiled snake.
“You, you-“
Like a person shivering from the cold, he embraced himself with both arms.
The miserable figure scattered on the dirty floor
It was so shabby that people I didn’t know felt sympathy for me.
So, if you see someone you don’t know.
“What are you doing, eight year old?”
It would be better if you couldn’t resist.
As it was, she stretched out her foot and landed a kick on her chin.
Why is it that she can’t even move?
A woman who lost consciousness and drooped.
Crouch down on top of it
It’s on the slender side, but it’s the body of a fairly tall adult male.
When the weight sat down on me without consideration, I wonder if my breathing stopped.
A gasping sound can be heard from below, but it seems that consciousness has not returned.
As it is, I put my hand on her head her and move her mana her.
Fighting at the source is a unique act that only the dreamer race has.
Judging from the fact that he still resents me and glares at me, the source might be fine.
Just to find out a few things before you blindly dive into the source.
Yes, in order to completely destroy the source as well as the soul.
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Dark factory.
A cog wheel larger than a person turns round and round.
Machines that move without a break while doing chiiik.
And on that container belt
Humanoid androids standing grotesquely.
“You’re afraid of everything, aren’t you?”
“Leave that-“
That was what the exiled serpent’s heart feared.
When your mana runs out and your mental strength runs out
Even if it’s a constellation or a dream, it’s revealed so nakedly.
In her subconscious she crouches, clutching her head.
Cheek Cheek – regular steam sound.
Each time the container belt moves
The flesh is attached to the human-shaped skeleton.
The engine attaches, the artificial organs attach
An eyeball camera is attached and artificial skin is attached.
Choo choo choo – A busy factory.
And dozens or hundreds of Androids made in it.
To be precise, robots that look exactly like the heart of an exiled snake.
“Oh, it did grow nicely. The fear engraved deep in the soul is just this.”
“Get it away!”
“I think it’s a little different from a phobia of dolls… Were you afraid of being switched?”
They were her fears of her.
A cheap ghost story that existed in any world.
A robot indistinguishable from a human appeared.
After some people were ‘dispossessed’ by the government
A robot that looks the same is replacing it…
Wouldn’t it be nice to see it as a sci-fi version of a doppelganger ghost story?
“I’m, I’m special! I’m a Constellation! Get out of here!”
When he sees hundreds of robots with his own face, a violent reaction follows.
He howled as he tore off her hair on her, then slammed her head on the ground like a turtle.
Even though she has become a dream demon, she is driven by her fears of her.
A fish that could not swim and drowned because it was pushed by the current,
It is similar to a bird that has been blown away by the wind and has fallen to its death.
It’s like that because I think of dream demons as simply sex queens and hypnotic masters.
She has huge self-esteem compared to her abilities her.
And she also knows that she’s not worth it.
The ability of the Constellation and the Dream Demon was used to turn a blind eye to that fact.
Both the dream demon and the constellation were used to remind themselves that they were ‘special’.
Because of her paranoia that she might be replaced by a robot if she does n’t have any special abilities.
That’s why there is no development of her abilities, and she does n’t know how to handle her magical powers of her.
I’m special because I’m a dreamer and a constellation.
So if I give an order, others will listen.
So I won’t be replaced by a robot!
What were you thinking about?
But thanks to that, I’m glad I know how to handle it.
