I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

25 – Fallen Death (8)

Why do secret spaces of villains have a similar feeling? I’ve seen many secret spaces, such as basements and torture chambers, but most fall into two categories.

Dull and wet like dark clouds, or white and dry like flour. If the former gives the feeling of being infested with insects and moss, the latter gives the feeling that not a single insect can crawl out. Does the interior of a room also follow a person’s personality? Regardless of whether he is good or evil, his traces will appear everywhere he touches.

This place was the former. Dark cloud side.

The person who kidnapped me was wearing a hooded hood, so it was hard to make out his impression. But now I can be sure that this person is the librarian who was at the library earlier.

As well as those terrified eyes dimly visible through the hood, and the brown hair swaying between them. The appearance is quite similar to the librarian of that time.

Above all, the books and notes that were scattered around the librarian at that time.

The memo she presumed to have read was the president’s memo, which had been blown away by the wind before, and had various conjectures written to prove that I was a demon. I thought maybe I picked it up by accident on the street.

And what gave me the biggest confidence was the blood magic circle drawn in the book.

Who would be able to do such nonsense about a book borrowed from the library in the first place? I’m the type of person who flips through a book and skims the style. In other words, until I borrowed the book, nothing was set.

Then there is only one culprit. Of course, the librarian will be the last to touch the book before I borrow it and take it away.

I never thought that I would mess with the book. So, until I opened the book, I was full of heart to visit tomorrow and interrogate…

Thank you for coming to me on your own.

“And…How many hits are you going to get hit? Do you know your current situation?! It’s you who got caught…”

“Two.”

He chewed his tongue and spat out the blood in his mouth. The goo I spit out smeared the pale face inside the hood.

“Kyaa.. More, dirty!”

She flinched at him and swung the staff she was holding.

-Chack!

Like waves crashing against rocks, the refreshing sound of breaking echoed through the room. The gray bricks soaked up fishy salty water, but it wasn’t a beautiful blue color that changes every moment with the sunlight like the sea, but just an unpleasant red color.

It was blood.

“Ha ha… Ha ha…”

Wouldn’t she have been so terrified to have the vulgar blood sticking to her face? She replaced her chain with my abdomen, placing the chain in place of her chest where the chain had been across her chest. To put it simply, it just means that the body was split in half.

“This… This dirty…!”

I immediately regenerated my body. Its location was not the body on the other side of the librarian, which was horribly split in half.

“What’s so dirty?”

It was from a small lump of blood on her cheek.

“Is my blood that dirty?!”

“Ehh?!”

I couldn’t have said it. The left hand, which had grown from her blood, framed her face and took away her freedom of speech.

So she shut her mouth to take away her words, took her hand to take her actions, cut her throat and knocked her out of consciousness.

This whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

I proudly said, ‘I’m going to get caught after a few hits’, but in the end I was only able to hit one.

“Whew~”

Still, I caught what I caught.

I let out a rewarding breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Now, if you seize this year and give it to the president…

“Where are you?”

I tried to look for a way out, but I couldn’t find any. A closed room with no gaps. It was this cloud-like room.

No, at least there is an exit that says dark clouds turn into rain, but this place is worse than that.

Should I break down that wall and get out? Wait, if there’s anyone sleeping on the other side of this wall, can I take responsibility for that?

I have to admit that I am not the devil. Of course, if I hurt an innocent person, whether intentionally or accidentally, my position would be at a disadvantage.

There is no reason to take the risk. You can arrest this friend now, and then torture him and ask him how to get out when he comes to his senses later.

As I tried to arrest the kidnapper, I realized that I was naked.

I’ll have to put on some clothes first. It’s because I’m naked to regenerate from one. I ripped off the robe of the kidnapper who fell on the brick floor. Because there was no proper consultation. My top was soaked with blood thanks to this friend. It’s the shirt Lilia bought her, and I’m sorry.

The face inside the robe was, as I thought, the librarian I saw yesterday. Long brown curly hair, pale skin, needlessly large body.

I put on her hooded robe. This allows you to cover most of your body.

Still, it was embarrassing not to have a bottom, so I took off what was on my body and put it on. I’m glad the pants are fine compared to the top. Incidentally, this was also bought by Lilia.

It was simple after that.

I lifted the chains that restrained me and eventually cut me in half. It was sticky with blood and intestines. There was nothing to clean, so I just wrapped the librarian’s body as it was. You won’t be able to lift a hand.

Still, since magicians can do anything as long as they can move their fingers, I broke the librarian’s fingers one by one.

First of all, the index finger of the left hand.

– Pudeuk.

“Kiaaa!!”

“Oh, are you awake? You’re on the sensitive side. You barely wake up like this.”

“It hurts… It hurts…”

“Hey, what hurts so much. I’ve been patient with drool through my fingernails, man. With just a broken bone.”

It’s funny. On the subject that I had no hesitation in cutting my body just because I had barely soiled myself. Her own body is precious and she weeps that one of her fingers is broken. If she can cherish herself, why can’t she do the same to others? The world is a place where you live made up of these countless selves.

“It hurts… It hurts… Uhhhhh… Why did this happen… Why…”

She was bemoaning her own plight in her panic. Covered in her tears and drool, she was banging her head on the floor. Her body was trembling, and her mouth let out a groan of her own.

“This goddamn demon… Why don’t you just be a test subject…”

– Pudeuk.

He was so annoyed that he broke her left middle finger.

“Kiaaa!!!!”

“Guest, the more you talk, the more it hurts. Please be careful as this massage parlor does not consider the safety of customers.”

“Keep it off..!”

The satisfaction level of the massage must have been quite high. So good i want to die

By the way, damn devil, what are you talking about? The devil must be an object of worship, not an object of contempt. Do you really want to say that you are not a devil worshiper while using blood magic?

“Hey, aren’t you a devil worshiper?”

“Kuh, worshiper..? Don’t be ridiculous… Have you seen a sculptor worship a stone…? Demons are just magical ingredients…”

“You used blood magic.”

“Blood magic…? Uh, doesn’t using it increase magic’s efficiency? You can go up to a higher level just by using blood as a medium. There’s no reason not to use it…”

Blood magic. By drawing gins using blood as a medium rather than a staff, it is possible to produce overwhelming efficiency and power compared to existing magic. The magic that dropped me here was also blood magic. Probably a magic that replaces the person who opened the book with the specified object. It is not a simple movement, but a substitution, which helps to guess her magic level.

The magic that moved the opponent ignoring the distance, it must have been a fairly high level magic. However, blood magic allows even the few witches to do it.

However, blood magic works only with human blood.

That’s why blood magic is dangerous magic. Those who are intoxicated by its convenience and strength will of course collect the blood of others. This is because there is a limit to the use of magic with only one’s own blood. Therefore, in order to continue to use blood magic, it is inevitably necessary to exploit the blood of others. A simple blood donation is not enough. Blood to be the ingredient of blood magic must be accompanied by pain. The stronger the pain, the stronger the medium.

“What are you talking about? Blood magic must have been abandoned when Akera was her president? How did a witch do that…”

Not long after blood magic was developed, a series of major incidents broke out, and Akera banned its use and destroyed all her related data at the same time. From the method of collecting blood to use blood magic, the method of constructing a magic formula that is different from the normal magic formula, and the method of pouring mana, everything was burned and disappeared.

It was makeup. It was a cremation for knowledge and a cremation to make this world more beautiful.

Therefore, there should be no witches who use blood magic. Although some of the materials were stolen by a witch-born devil worshiper, it was not possible to completely destroy them, but thanks to this, the common sense that all blood magic users are devil worshippers was caught.

“What’s the point of using blood magic when you’re not a devil worshiper…”

Ah, there is one. A group that was written on one side of the original setting book. I came up with a possibility that I hadn’t thought of before.

I forgot about it because it was written only in settings and never directly appeared in the original work. I remembered it now thanks to her.

– Pudeuk.

I inadvertently got a fever and broke her ring finger.

“Quaaagh!!!”

“A group that does not worship demons, but simply handles magic materials and uses blood magic… Come to think of it, there was one.”

A group of magic-crazed witches, a group of witches who are even more insane.

A group that ignores all ethics in order to promote magic.

Those who caused a runaway magic that killed Akera, Lilia’s teacher in the past.

Those who drink the blood of others because they don’t want to shed their own blood.

“Vampire.”

Oops, I gritted my teeth. It was enough to get heat just by treating others as material for my own learning and having those things that cause pain in front of me.

“The magic circle drawn in the book, isn’t that your blood? Where did you get it from?”

I did my best to live like a human being. And to that extent, he hated things that prevented others from living like humans. Rich people who buy slaves, exploiters who extort money unfairly, and people who treat others as fools simply because they are strong. Those who oppress people so that they cannot be human. Things like trees that block the sunlight of sprouts. Even though there is already a lot, what is lacking so much that you take it from those who lack more.

Even though I have already accumulated a lot of knowledge, and I enjoy the authority of magic that others can’t use, what’s so regretful about stealing the blood of others?

Is it a fault for enjoying a hobby as a cultural life? Imagination abounded. Because of that, when I see these guys, the stories of dozens of weaklings come to mind, and my head gets very hot. Who did you hurt What kind of pain would it have caused?

“Whose blood is it?”

– Pudeuk.

I broke my possession. Again the librarian screamed. It was unpleasant. He said he wouldn’t have thought of anything when he heard M screaming.

A devil is a person who has gained an identity but still has the form of a human and cuts me in half without hesitation. Of course, I’ve killed a few people by now. The librarian buried his face on the floor and wriggled in pain. The way he rubbed the ball on the floor really suited him.

Insects were crawling in this dark cloud-like room.

“Do you remember the name?”

Her movement stopped as she hit her face on the floor.

“Kyahahahahaha!!!”

What was so funny? Her mania hit her ear.

“Is Angma arguing with Saeram?”

The madness was followed by ridicule. If there was anything unusual, it was that her pronunciation was muffled. She looked like someone whose tongue had been cut out.

“Oh sh*t.”

It was only then that I saw her blood magic circle drawn on the brick floor where she was rubbing her face. He probably bit her tongue and drew her blood. I forgot for a moment that the librarian had the speed to draw a blood magic circle in the short period of time he lent her book. Passion always takes away coolness. Did you lose your guard because your body couldn’t die, or did your judgment become clouded because you couldn’t sleep? Whatever it was, it was my mistake.

“Ahahahaha!”

Her teeth gnawed at her, her tongue dangling against the gin.

And the bricks disappeared. The bricks disappeared, and something red meat took their place. It was fishy, vivid, and fluttering like a freshly caught fish.

That’s the devil’s heart.

It was my heart.

“Hey!”

Blood flowed back up her neck. A brick took the place of my heart. The heat it circulated was flowing outside, not where it should have flowed. What cooled my body was a desolate stone. The body temperature that the heart used to create gradually cooled. Too much blood came out. Dizzy. There is no blood flowing to the head. It stumbles. The sleep-deprived body fell on its side. It’s hard to even think. Sleepy. Angry sick. It’s tough. I want to let go of everything and lay down like this and go to sleep.

“Dudier… Angma’s heart…”

She caught her eyes as she murmured admiringly with her hard-to-pronounce tongue. As if eating high-quality meat, she ecstatically bit into the heart. It reminded me of ants licking candy that had fallen on the ground.

I got a creepy feeling. He immediately regenerated the place where the heart was. The bricks were crushed under the pressure of regeneration, and stone dust entered the blood vessels, but the new heart grew safely. I immediately stretched out her hand to her. But already she was quick to swallow it.

A light gleamed from the pale nape of her neck, buried in her brown hair. It was red. It was the color of blood. Of course, it was blood magic.

“Kyahahahaha!”

The truth of nature itself, the devil itself, is the life of existence and human fragments met. Nature, which takes life unreasonably, meets artificial food, which takes life for rational reasons.

The whole room shook. The entire room was filled with strange pieces that didn’t fit together, like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. People were like that too.

Substitution. Abdomen, masonry.

Substitution. Left shoulder, wooden pole.

Substitution. Right thigh, chain fragment.

Substitution. Head, table.

Inherently, things that shouldn’t have been in places where they shouldn’t have been filled instead.

So did I, and so did she.

Uncontrollable power always brings ruin. It was like that even now.

A stupid vampire who couldn’t control the effects of the devil’s body and his own magic.

As it was, the brick and the head were exchanged, leading to death.

But the magic did not stop. The librarian’s body was torn apart, but only his heart remained, floating in the air. It wasn’t just a heart. It is like an engine that causes magic to run wild. Like a drum that spreads the sound far, the heart beat, and with each beat the object changed its position. Things that should not have been replaced changed their position, causing ruin and collapse. Gradually, the range expanded.

Like the demon that stretched itself with the claps before, like this body constantly inflating itself, it expanded the range of its magic.

The room collapsed. Some of the bricks became clouds. The body that was barely regenerated floated in the sky. I replaced the cloud The place where I was was filled with clouds. He floated in the sky without a parachute or a broom. I became a meteor. A meteor that will leave a red trail and create tomato-like craters on the ground.

I fell like that.

Instead of accumulating balls, he caused such a runaway. You have to pass the ordeal. You will surely be recognized that you are not the devil. I will live as a person Be responsible.

It falls from high in the sky.

Fall like a meteor. The dead become sparks and fall as shooting stars.

A person who lived as a slave ends up becoming a non-human and falls down. Even if I call myself a person, no one recognizes me as a person.

How far am I falling?

-Kwajik.

Before he could give an answer, his neck snapped to the ground and he died.

**

“No!”

Lilia jumped out of bed. She must have had a nightmare, and cold sweat covered her neck and back. Looking around her, Lilia quickly realized that this was not her room. Countless dolls on the bed, there is only one person with this hobby.

This must be Chairman Fresia’s room, Lillia realized that she had slept in her room.

“Awesome…!”

Her head hurt like it would break. It was a hangover, and it was loneliness. The nightmares of her earlier lingered and entangled her like the goo of her cobwebs. Her room was quiet. The owner of this room was not here either. There was no eBay. Where did everyone go The sadness peculiar to the weak in mind and body came like a tide.

I picked a doll and hugged it. She hugged the doll that couldn’t go anywhere, anxious about where it would go. It was an obsession.

“Akera…”

Her back as seen in the nightmare. Even now, after waking up from her dream, her back flickered as she flew to solve the runaway magic.

-Wheeying!!

“Huh? Huh… Huh?”

As I pondered my loneliness for a while, I heard a roar. It was a strange sound even in Kyle Devoutier, where multiple explosions were heard from magic every day.

It was an alarm sound. An alarm sound different from when a demon appeared.

Lilia is aware of this alarm. She knows very well It is a sound that sticks to you deeply in your heart. The sound I heard in my nightmare earlier. A sound that makes you want to block your ears.

An alarm that sounds when magical energy is twisted somewhere and an abnormally large wave occurs.

It was an alarm that signaled that a runaway magic had occurred.