Chapter 554 – The Cursed Throne
In this way, Seong-il realizes that he can use some of the terrifying special moves he received from the first investigator of the Onmyokan in the world of martial arts.
The joy that hits Seongil’s brain while he was washing his body. He cannot contain his joy and thinks to himself.
‘Fuck!! You have to try this right now!! Right now!!’
In a sense of urgency, Seong-il uses his inner energy to strengthen his body and begins to wash himself.
Even though his body is stained with a lot of sticky filth, he washes himself in an instant and goes out.
“Aww… How do you clean the armor?”
A disgusting smell emanating from the armor. Even after washing his body there, it seems that the faint smell of the body remains, Seong-il sighs and opens the inventory.
‘I’ll just use a purification smoke grenade from the beginning.’
Thinking so, Seong-il sprinkles the special purification smoke bomb Yuna made on the floor.
“It’s better.”
When the foul-smelling filth completely disappeared from the armor and body, Seong-il hurriedly put on his clothes and moved to the third floor again.
“Hmm?”
When I went up to the third floor, I wondered where I had brought it, and I saw an alter ego that was diligently wiping the floor with a rolling pin.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning it. The smell won’t go away.”
‘I think the alter ego’s intelligence is very high?’
Seong-il was able to read his thoughts in real time because his alter ego and his mind were connected. Interestingly, when he is absent, he realizes that his alter ego is acting beneficial to him through his own thoughts and looks at it with great interest.
‘He has a high level of intelligence… But the chest is very different from the smart alter ego he created through the previous 『Soul Stone of the Creator』? If the guy had a very strong ‘ego’ as well as ‘intelligence’, would he just feel high in ‘intelligence’? And that intelligence only exists for the ‘body’… That’s the feeling.’
Whatever it is, it means that it is good for him, so Seong-il decides to accept the alter ego’s behavior happily.
Pop!!
Instead of answering, Seong-il uses a purification smoke grenade. Then, the floor was cleaned in an instant.
“You worked hard. Go back.”
“Huh!”
When Seong-il praises the doll, the doll smiles and disappears in a cloud of smoke. And the dolls left on the floor.
‘I got something really good from Sajo!! However, it’s a pity that there is only one of these powerful dolls, so there are limitations. Sooner or later, I’ll have to visit another game world to find followers who can make dolls for me.’
Sensing the possibility of a new alter ego, Seong-il opens his inventory and pours Elisha’s special mana potion into his mouth. Then he started to fill up quickly.
“Shall we start soon…”
His internal energy must be almost full, and Seong-il starts to quietly recite Hwanghae-gyeong’s verse with a slightly nervous expression.
‘Oh…?’
Nonetheless, there is no significant change in the situation. Seong-il, puzzled, begins to ponder.
‘Hmm? Why not? Could it be that I didn’t come up with the fantasy I wanted?’
To solve the problem, Seong-il presents a plausible hypothesis to himself. After that, he unconsciously recalls the Mureungdowon that protected him from the whispers.
“Kuk…!!”
Seong-il then feels that the energy and blood in his body begin to rotate around him as if boiling at an inexorable speed.
‘What is this…!!!’
The ignorant rotational power and the amount of internal energy consumption corresponding to it. As the body’s inner energy is consumed beyond imagination, the horrified Seongil starts pouring the best mana potion he has been saving in a hurry to restore the exhausted inner energy.
“Gulp… Gulp…”
Even though she was eating potions like crazy, Seongil was getting scared because the consumption was faster than the recovery amount.
A subtle haze begins to rise around him. Then, in the past, the beautiful Mureungdowon, which is familiar to Seongil, begins to unfold.
“…!!”
He couldn’t exclaim because he poured the mana potion into his mouth, but Seong-il’s eyes clearly showed a sense of awe.
“Is it better now?”
When the fantasy world is completed, Seong-il realizes that even though his inner energy is still being consumed greatly, the consumption of inner energy has decreased compared to the beginning.
‘When you create an illusion, the most extreme inner energy consumption occurs, right? Once I complete the fantasy, at least the consumption will be reduced.’
Seong-il was worried because, by any chance, if the consumption continued to be as severe as in the beginning, it would have been impossible to use it. However, fortunately, the amount of consumption does not seem to be that much, and he begins to get excited about using this technique in the future.
‘From now on, whatever I do, my options will broaden.’
Evaluating the illusion inwardly, Seong-il continued to drink mana potions.
‘By the way… I can see why you can use it from 10 stars. 9 stars or less have low energy output, so no matter how much energy you have, you can’t use your power explosively, so you can’t create illusions.’
Perhaps because of his deep training, Seong-il quickly realizes the rough concept of the environment with only a short use.
“Hmm… What should I do now…”
The time when I was muttering to myself and trying to take the training to the next level. Someone climbs the stairs to the third floor.
“Seong-il. Don’t you eat? Eating is good for your condition… Huh?!”
Class, probably worried about the holy day, quickly finished their meal and moved to the third floor where the holy day was. When a beautiful garden suddenly spreads out in front of his eyes, he looks around blankly in shock.
“Oh, are you here?”
“Ah, uh… What the hell… What is this sight?”
He answers Seong-il’s question in a half-hearted way, and half looks around with a dumbfounded expression.
“This? Fantastic.”
“Wow… An illusion?!”
Half of them express a disbelief at the word that the surroundings are so vivid that it is an illusion.
‘Keuk… I can’t keep it any longer…’
When he first made Mureungdowon, Seong-il had taken so much of his internal energy, so he was a little too easy on his internal energy.
However, when he spends time chatting with his classmates, Seong-il feels that the amount of energy consumed for maintenance is no joke.
‘Fuck… Next time I use a lighted sky, I shouldn’t create such a gigantic illusion.
Seong-il realizes through a brief experience that he can endure at least consumption by creating small-scale fantasies or using fantasies in the form of distorting reality.
“Whoa…”
When Seong-il sighs lightly and disperses the energy that was spouting out, the illusions around him quickly disappear.
“No… This is…”
And half of the paladins staring blankly at the miracle. Feeling proud of his reaction, Seong-il opens his inventory and starts pouring mana potions.
‘Hmm… Can a person realize it in reality?’
Ignoring half of the parents, Seong-il contemplates how to apply the environment. Then, naturally, he leads his internal energy and recites the true scripture again.
‘I guess he was quite surprised too.’
While trying to create a human fantasy, Seong-il inadvertently looks at Ban, who is making an uncharacteristically stupid expression.
Sssss…!!
And, as if reading the intention of such a holy day, the fantasy naturally transforms into a figure related to the class.
『My dear friend, a barbarian warrior from the north!!!!!』
“…!!”
An evil warrior with a well-trained, stocky body, wearing an ominous-looking black full-plate mail, holding a demonic sword that exudes terrifying energy.
And when the warrior looks exactly like her, the face of her class begins to harden rapidly.
‘Oops! Shit… Unknowingly, I remembered the first class I saw in Part 3…’
Even, as if influenced by the memory of the holy day, the land around Van even transforms into an evil demonic realm like the original Inner Plane.
While Seong-il panics, half of the fallen paladins holding magic swords begin to roar.
Ban, who saw the scene, began to make a face that looked like he was going to go crazy.
‘Fuck…!!’
Seong-il is not used to making illusions yet, so she curses inwardly while watching the accident she suffered.
‘How is it…’
Seong-il was contemplating what to say as he clenched her fists and looked at her shaking hands. Ban takes a deep sigh and asks Seong-il a question.
“…Is the sight I just saw a prophecy that I will become such a corrupt person in the future?”
With a firm expression on his face, Ban shows an arbitrary interpretation of the scene just now.
‘It’s troublesome to think like that.’
Seong-il did not want to see Ban, who was doing well on adventures, fall apart because of an accident she had suffered.
Because of this, he quickly settles his emotions and resolutely decides to throw a fastball at Ban.
“It’s not a prophecy.”
“…Then what is it?”
“It’s just one of many possibilities in your destiny.”
“One…?”
Ban looks puzzled at Seong-il’s questionable words. When Seong-il shows curiosity, he speaks in a strong tone to drive a wedge.
“Yes. You are destined to become anything. A good hero or an evil demon lord if you want. If you don’t like that, you can even become a normal person.”
“…I can live a normal life? That’s the most unbelievable.”
Because he is well aware of the cursed fate that flows in his blood, half mumbles in a self-deprecating voice half of Seongil’s words.
Feeling sorry for that scene, Seong-il drinks the potion again to restore his inner strength, and at the same time quickly recalls the good ending that he must have seen hundreds of times in the past.
‘Shall I comfort you?’
He’s trying to put an end to the accident he’s been in. Seong-il memorizes the Hwanghae-gyeong again and tries to realize Ban’s good ending that he has never seen before.
“…!!!”
Then the appearance of the great paladin appeared. He stood tall, holding a mighty holy sword, overflowing with holy energy that splits evil spirits.
“Die!! You evil being!!』
Even a scene where he swings his sword at the evil black dragon and inflicts deep wounds on his body, Ban’s eyes start to be stained with astonishment.
‘I’ve come to my senses.’
Seong-il doubted whether the good side he had never seen would be created as vividly as he had seen, since the evil half was what he had actually seen. Fortunately, however, when Seong-Il’s intention is neatly implemented, he breathes a sigh of relief.
‘If it’s a fantasy that’s realistic to this extent… I don’t have to fight during training and I can train the party members with just the illusion…?’
A good idea suddenly popped into Seongil’s head. However, he has work to finish right away, so he puts off the idea and tells Ban.
“This too is one of your futures.”
“…This?”
“Okay.”
“…No way.”
Ban shows a negative attitude despite Seongil’s encouragement. Seeing him strangely depressed, Seong-il is puzzled.
‘Hmm? Why are you so self-deprecating…? Ah!!’
Knowing the game so well, Seong-il only thought about it for a moment, but he remembers why he is thinking negatively about himself right now.
‘Fuck… At this timing, is it when the ‘Blood Whisper’ event is held? Why did you do that?’
Seong-il sees Ban’s condition and realizes that he was accepting the will of the god of death through a dream after awakening to the 『God’s blood』 Currently flowing in his body.
‘Let’s throw a stronger stone fastball.’
If it had been another game, I would have given advice to the character over and over again, but the game “The Cursed Throne” Was a game that Seong-il played.
As he usually has a lot of affection for the character and also evaluates the situation a lot, he decides to speak out the thoughts he has always kept in his mind without hesitation.
“Do not yield to your blood.”
“…!!”
“It’s actually nothing special like that weird dream.”
“How…?!”
Seong-il’s eyes start to widen when a secret about himself that he has never told anyone in his life comes out of Seong-il’s mouth.
At least, only Sena, her childhood friend, knows very little that she has a secret.
In the meantime, it seems that Seong-il is penetrating his sensitive secret. Half of them are startled and break a cold sweat from their faces.
“Surprisingly… Have you forgotten who I am?”
“…”
Maybe because he was so surprised, he forgot Seongil’s identity for a while. He recalls again that Seong-il is the apostle of an unknown and mighty god.
“…What should I do?”
“Rather than that, remember the sacrifice of your adoptive parents.”
“!!!”
Another secret that comes out of Sungil’s mouth. When the story of the adoptive parents who sacrificed everything for themselves comes out, Ban looks at Seong-il with a firm expression.
“Actually, you don’t have to worry about the future yet.”
“Why?”
“That’s right, you’re still too weak to think about that.”
“Hmm…”
“In that sense…”
“…?”
Seong-il continues talking to Ban, who is immersed in deep thoughts, with a smile like a villain he has not seen in a long time.
“Call your colleagues. I’ll make your head cool.”
“Hmm…”
An incomprehensible story. However, he thought that Seong-il, an apostle, was not talking nonsense, so Ban went down to the first floor to call his comrades.
“Shall we begin?”
When half goes down, Seong-il smirks and recites the Hwanghae-jingyeong again. Then, a huge amount of energy was consumed.
No matter what he is trying to make, Seongil’s internal energy is consumed as much as making the previous Mureungdowon.
“Whoa…”
A welcome that has finally been completed. The time when Seong-il drank another mana potion to fill his exhausted internal energy. From the 1st floor to the 3rd floor, her colleagues come in droves.
“Hehe!?”
“Oh my God… What is this…!!!”
And the appearance of a huge red dragon appeared in front of her colleagues. At the sight, everyone swallows dry saliva and starts looking at the illusion.
