Chapter 518 – Beyond Eternal Sleep (4)
Tyrsi and I moved to a quiet room.
“I-I’ll start with an overview, shall we? Are you okay?”
─Too flustered. Tirshi said while collecting the papers with the research results written on them.
“Take it slow. It’s not going to be busy.”
As I sat down, I smiled and Tirthy relaxed his shoulders as if the tension had been relieved.
“I’m sorry anyway. I should have been briefed in the interim.”
“Ugh. You should know. Did you have a hard time juggling work?”
“Hehe, you worked hard. Would you like a little salary?”
“Oh? Do you come out just because you made some money? Still, I don’t want to be rough like Audrey.”
Tirthy, who had been laughing mischievously, spoke seriously.
“For now…
“Please. How is your progress?”
“I think it would be almost perfectly possible to reproduce the process. However, there are two problems with using it now. Besides, neither of them has any idea what to do.”
“What’s the problem?”
When I asked, Tirshi drew on the paper as he had done before. It was like a crack.
“One is that we have to make a rift in the dimension, in other words, a road that leads to the underworld.”
“… It’s a magic that borrows the power of the dead, so it’s natural. Oh, does this sound like black magic? Sorry.”
“Nope. The essence may be similar. There are civilizations that regard death as noble, and you stole this magic from a warlock, right?”
“Well, that’s true.”
Fortunately, there is no need for darkness and negative mana to intervene in the spell, so there are no side effects to the caster or target of this spell, Tyrsi.
I wouldn’t get caught by hunting dogs like that Optum.
“The second problem… Even if ownership is returned to me, it seems meaningless after the spell is ‘completed’.”
“… What else does that mean?”
I frowned at the not-so-good news.
In the last fight, I took the control from Diavolo and gave it back to Tyrsi.
That’s how Tyrsi was able to regain his self-consciousness ──
“——Uh, wait a minute. Come to think of it, it seems that the
“Yeah. That’s the second problem. It means that my ego and the power of ‘Arma Schnath’ are incompatible.”
– Tuk-tuk. Tirsi touches the analysis results.
“The motto of this magic is to make the descendants of ‘Arma Shunas’ the war machines of her alter ego and controller. It may have deviated somewhat from the ideology of the original creator, but in any case, it would be impossible to complete
“It’s a safety device, so to speak.”
“Okay. If the self-consciousness remains in the empowered war weapon, it will be the first to oppose the person who tried to control it, so it seems that the spell was designed to collapse when self-consciousness returns during the ritual from the design stage.”
“… Does that mean that the
“I can’t be sure. Since I regained my sanity by giving me control over my body, wasn’t there some kind of self-consciousness that remained until then?”
When Tyrsi nodded, I put my hand on his chin and groaned.
“In other words, there is no self-consciousness in the state of inheriting the power of ‘Arma Shunas’? If that’s the case, even if you grant the right to control the body to Tyrsi after the
“It will be useless. You have no will to do anything yourself. It will surely just stand there like a marionette with a thread cut off.”
“… Grunt.”
That’s it.
I’m sorry to compare it like this, but isn’t she in the state of
‘She gives the remote control to the RC car, and suddenly the toy has an ego, so she doesn’t drive alone.’
RC cars are made under the premise of being controlled by the owner.
To overcome this problem, it is necessary to add the process of leaving Tirshi’s ego to the
It is to add her self-driving function to the ‘Arma Schnas’, which was produced by tuning her car. It was on a different level from the level of tuning like changing the engine—remodeling of the formula—.
Even if you invest your budget and time only here, it will not be possible to have 1-2 years.
“… Uh, then wouldn’t it be possible to temporarily borrow that power for a while? Of course, only when connected to the Underworld.”
As much as I’m sorry for her hard work if I only say negative results, I’m trying to say good things even if she’s a bit forced.
But Tirshi shook her head, her face stiffening slightly.
“In that case… I don’t want to think too much about it. When the ritual is complete, no one can guarantee that my soul or self will remain intact. Rather, it is a ‘function’ that interferes, so wouldn’t it be normal to eliminate it immediately?”
“Uh… Is that right?”
That’s not wrong.
After 100% of ‘Arma Schnas’ has been downloaded to Tirsi’s body, there is a high possibility that the ‘virus file that only occupies space’ will be deleted.
Tirsi’s reluctance was understandable.
‘It’s probably the same reason I’m avoiding that runaway state I had when I lost my year of Yerna.’
There is no power without cost.
The fear of being able to return to the original me.
It was a feeling that only those who have gone through the experience of ‘me’ not being me can relate to that.
‘… If you think about it that way, I’m glad I did my research beforehand.’
How terrible it would have been if Tyrsi had turned into a radio-controlled plant after using it thoughtlessly.
In fact, it has nothing to do with murder. That is to kill Tyrsi with my own hands.
When I let out a sigh of relief, Tirthy smiled.
“But I believe it wasn’t all in vain. As a person who learns magic, I can realize how absurd this
“Okay? Is it that difficult to use?”
“Huh, Nord is true too. The idea that great = difficult to write is a prejudice created by the pride of ink masters like you and me.”
Tirthy laughed and said.
“People are easily high-level magic~ low-level magic~ But, I think really great research or discovery should be understandable to anyone. Because it means that I did not stop at just finding out, but also organized it so that others could understand it.”
“… I’ve heard and seen it. I ate one of these.”
I had nothing to say, so I humbly admitted it.
Nine out of ten students who study hard have a bad habit of praising their efforts and achievements. Fascism and another elitism are exactly that, but again, this is not the case in reality.
Even a superman who doesn’t know how high the sky can’t solve all the problems of the world by himself!
Whether in another world or on Earth, great heroes who really want to be damned have flaws, failures, and limits to their human desires and abilities.
‘A good example is Yeo-po who ran a triple core with Jojo, the great filial son of Seoju, and Abby.’
Not just villains, but real heroes too.
Even King God Emperor Chungmoo knew that Won-gyun was such an extreme asshole, but didn’t he stop the bastard from trolling?
However, just as no one says that his ability is lacking over that, there are things that superhumans who have reached the highest level are beyond their strength.
‘That’s what I mean when I refer to my head as an elite cobweb.’
At best, it’s just one human large intestine. Let’s not be arrogant.
Longing for a hero, like Plato’s superhumanity.
Isn’t that in line with skeptical defeatism?
──I want someone else to do my part instead of me because I can’t do anything because I’m a fucking superhuman.
Because the condensation of that desire is the longing for heroes and superhumans.
On the contrary, ‘I am such a superman! What if I believe that I can rule the world!’?
Hmm… Do people who appealed in that way really have a history of doing it?
Didn’t you see that the student council presidents during the goppiri days were elected with all kinds of yaburi and did nothing properly until they graduated? What? Appealing the ego’s hypertrophy?
Blind expectations and support for someone lead to madness when they are distorted.
My favorite dog can’t be like that! Excuse me! That’s what
‘… Perhaps, faith may also be like that.’
Just like how ancient Romania lost its gods and still couldn’t give up its obsession with them, it turned humans into gods.
If you put your expectations on others, it is human psychology to curse at the person’s faults and end it rather than regret or reflect on failure. Isn’t the theory of fate an extension of such ‘blaming others’?
Of course, since I am a human after all, I am no exception in that respect. Yang Wenli, you were right.
“It is great magic. With a little more research, it might become a reference for other magic.”
“Okay. I’m glad it wasn’t for the damage.”
After hearing Tirsi’s conclusion, I shook off my disappointment.
I have grown up well even without the strength I had when I defeated Yerna. Let’s believe that Tyrsi can be like that too.
“I want to hear about my body next, is that okay?”
“Yeah? Oh, no, of course.”
When I changed the subject, Tirthy took a deep breath.
“First of all, the darkness and negative mana in Nord’s body… It’s a bit long, so I’ll call it ‘pollution’.”
─Rapid. Tyrsi, with his face serious, the same expression urologists have when describing a patient’s condition.
“This contamination was a bit unusual. When the body is detoxified or the contamination progresses, the toxic air should spread to the extremities such as the limbs, but it seems strange that it did not flow into the body.”
“Eh? How do you know?”
Isn’t this a conclusion that can be reached just by listening to the symptoms and passing it over? Did you take off your pants and do a checkup while I was sleeping?
Then, Tirsch stammered, as if embarrassed.
“How? I studied it with the semen I received at that time.”
“Ah.”
Is it the semen that splattered when I had a daughter with Ralilura?
When I opened my mouth, Tirthy said with a slight pout.
“… Nord. Are you really surprised that I have analyzed it for medical purposes, while emphasizing that ‘this is a medical act’?”
“Uh, that…”
This time, I had no choice but to bite the real mouth. At that time, who would have known that a real study was conducted using a sample of Bukagehan semen?
‘Shit, of course I thought it was an excuse like that.’
It was unexpected, but I answered as if I knew it well.
“What is that, I forgot for a moment. So, how was it?”
“… Semen is the source of life. It doesn’t contain mana, but it’s full of vitality enough to be used as a magical material. If you preserve and analyze it well, you can also know the state of health to some extent.”
It was Tyrsi, who spoke in a blunt manner, as if she was a bit sulking.
“That’s how I found out… Nord’s semen had little to no such level of contamination. If it affects the penis through the heart, of course there must be an aftermath in the cyst.”
─Poof. Tyrsi opens the papers and shows some votes.
I don’t know, but I didn’t know how to find out that the contamination was lower than the case of other clinical patients.
“You mean my semen was healthier than I thought?”
“Yeah, you can say that too.”
Tirshi was taken aback by the naked words and cleared his throat.
“Anyway, it is fortunate that the symptoms are mild, but on the contrary, it may not be good. Nord seems to have a great talent for dark magic, but if we keep going like this, our bodies will adapt to the tainted state.”
“There is a talent there that I don’t want to be.”
I briefly explained the attribute checker and the ink of the purification ceremony. Tyrsi frowned slightly.
“… That’s even worse news. If not, the Nords might end up producing dark and negative mana on their own, like warlocks, without noticeable side effects.”
“Yes? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”
“It’s not a moth, it’s very dangerous. If that happens, if you don’t learn black magic to control your mana or not, you’ll have erectile dysfunction for the rest of your life. Even if you take out the mana of darkness and yin, it will fill up again.”
Damn fuck oh my god.
I liked it because there were few side effects, but at some point my body was being trained by darkness and negative mana?
It was terrible news. Fucked me so much Dana This wasn’t the time to do anal sleep training.
As my cheeks began to shrivel in fear, Tirshi covered his mouth and said in deep thought.
“If you want to check your physical condition, you will first need a sample to see your current physical condition. If the cyst is healthier than before, it’s probably more adapted to the contamination. First of all, the condition of the semen… “
Tirthy, who had been speaking seriously, blushed again, then cleared his throat as if he did not think it was such an embarrassing situation.
“… Nord. Pants, could you take them off?”
“… Yep.”
As I took off my pants, Tyrsi took a flask from her bag. It was as if he was trying to get my semen.
Is there any other goddaughter in the world that makes the spine go cold like this?
Fucking Juji gets intolerant of himself. It wasn’t just the mood, but when I added this situation where there was nothing to be excited about, I took off my pants and there was no sign of getting an erection.
Tirthy, who was massaging her cock, said troubledly.
“That… Nord? Would you like to stand up?”
“… The medicinal effect should remain, but it doesn’t work.”
Shiva, what is this? I’ll be ashamed to say the words themselves.
Just looking at the falling leaves makes it seem like a lie. Tirsi, who saw me smiling, lowered her head as if embarrassed.
“That, right? Probably me… “
“No! What else do you mean! How charming Tyrsi is!”
“… Okay? I don’t think Mr. Zazie is like that very much.”
– Soft. Tirsi muttered, puffing out her cheeks as she slid her prick pillar, which had lost its strength like an eel whose head had been blown off by a hammer.
“… Well, good If you can’t do it, it’s okay.”
I didn’t even bother to ask what it meant. Tirsi opened his mouth wide as he held his cock in his hands.
“Howup♡”
Then, from the head of his head to the front, he took a full bite.
