Episode 59
“Who is cursing ?”
“Pia? Why is that, master?”
“no. My ears tickle.”
When the bunch asked, Damian threw himself away and cleared his ears.
It was because my ears were itchy.
The depths of the swamp he was passing through were so quiet that not even a single ant cub could be seen, let alone a person.
Damian felt like soone was talking badly about him, even if The Sixth Sense didn’t set off any alarm bells.
– Ah ah ah ah ah…!
That is until a faint song flowed through the darkness beneath the mountain where the twilight had fallen.
“Owner… I’m going to die of sleepiness… How long do I have to go?”
“I know.”
Damian responded to Mungchi’s words and threw himself forward. It felt like I had progressed for at least 30 minutes.
As far as he knew, the Lake of Oblivion wasn’t that far away, just a short distance away from the colony of dead trees.
As Damian entered the colony of dead trees, he could feel that his concentration, including his five senses, was gradually disturbed, just like the testimony of the annihilated expedition.
[Notice: Location cannot be displayed!]
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[Notice: Location cannot be displayed! Move out of the area you are currently in and try again!]
‘It’s strange.’
Unlike the Kirikorum swamp he knew in his previous life, even the mini-map in the system window doesn’t open.
It was because this seemingly endless trip to the lake and this phenonon of losing the strength of his body little by little seed to completely contradict Damian’s common sense.
“for a mont.”
Damian, who was flying ahead with the < Blood Impulse > buff, landed on the floor.
It was because an instinctive intuition stopped him.
After Damian entered the colony of dead trees.
The terrain in front of him was no longer a huge lake with a few islands floating on it, but a landscape that seed to wade through the black Amazon in the middle of the night.
If it was strange, it was strange.
Damian was also looking down at his feet and looking at the transparent waterway for a long ti, not even knowing if it was flowing.
“…what.”
“Why is that, master?”
And as Damian frowned, Munchhi asked back at him.
Even though Damien didn’t have the talent to see through the waterways in this place where not even a handful of light could seep through.
Before he knew it, < Sixth Sense > was illuminating the surrounding terrain like a thermal cara, and Damian was able to move even in the dark, where he could not see an inch ahead.
“The direction of the water… is strange?”
“What do you an, master?”
As Damian muttered to himself, Moongchi asked back.
It was a strange sound.
I didn’t know what the hell I was looking at, but it’s just strange to say that I’m looking at the surface of the water that doesn’t even stir up ripples.
“It flows the opposite way. It does not flow inwards.”
And Damian pointed at his feet while narrowing his eyes at the languid flow below.
‘The Lake of Oblivion is a place made up of water flowing from the main stream. It is normal for water to flow in, not out. If so…’
What happened to his eyes or where he is standing now is not the road to the lake of oblivion.
– Ki-hee-hee-hee-hee!
“…!”
And before Damian could even finish his thoughts, he instinctively raised his head as he heard an unfamiliar voice perating his ears.
“Lord master bastard…”
“I know. I heard it too.”
The mont Damian noticed the strangeness of the place, a terrifying laugh rang through the darkness, as if making fun of him.
“Open inventory.”
Tring!
As the forest was enveloped in silence as if it had never happened, Damian opened his inventory.
It was < Aura of the Dead >, which looked like a small ball.
An item that synergized with the < Sign of Heresy > he had taken out the other day and disappeared into the darkness along with the ghosts tied up in the swamp.
[Notice: The < Sign of Heresy > shines!]
[Notice: The < Energy of the Dead > reacts with the < Sign of Heresy >!]
Dig!
And the mont Damian took out the < Sign of Heresy >, the < Energy of the Dead > emitted a faint light and passed through the dark tree colony drawing a trace.
“As expected…”
It wasn’t the front that Damian was looking at, but the darkness behind him.
“Were you still hanging around?”
Damian turned his head towards the place where the < energy of the dead > flew away and said.
It was the exact opposite of the direction I was going all along.
In other words, the road Damian had passed did not lead to the lake of oblivion he had chosen as his destination.
It was as if they were constantly hovering around this colony of dead trees.
Damian did not know what kind of magical device caused it, but he instinctively felt that it had happened after entering the colony.
“You write interesting numbers.”
Fuck!
For Demian, who was in his 10th year of life, it was sothing that made the corners of his mouth curl up.
“It’s a bunch. Cover your ears.”
“Why are you covering your ears, master!”
“It’s hard if you don’t cover your ears.”
After stroking the wad, Damian covered the ear canal with a bundle of yellow hair.
It was a frighteningly fast operation.
After he entered the colony of dead trees from the main stream, Damian did not overlook the faint sound of singing.
Since then, he has continued to advance towards the Lake of Oblivion without even suspecting anything, and as a result, he has lost his sense of direction and has just wandered around in vain.
The five senses gradually becoming drowsy were a bonus.
If Damian hadn’t used < Blessing of Dark Green > and < Blood Impulse >.
If it hadn’t been for the < Sixth Sense > that could see through the darkness.
Damian would have been endlessly repeating the journey of not knowing when he would arrive, and in the end, he would have spread to the floor like countless adventurers.
‘I don’t feel enough mana to open a large-scale barrier. It’s not hallucination magic like Ilusion. If so…’
“Is it ntal magic?”
So, Damian had no doubt that these things that were happening around him were caused by the faint singing voice he heard when he first ca here.
How to roast a specific object without revealing itself in this colony of dead trees, avoiding the eyes of the super sense < Sixth Sense >?
As long as it wasn’t phantasmagoria like the large-scale force field barrier or illusion that was assud earlier, it must have been spirit-type magic like Charm.
– Kihehehehehehehehehehe!
– Chuck! Hee hee hee!
A grotesque laugh rang out as Damian made his way up the waterway.
The five senses, which had been drowsy, were on edge at once.
As if it had never happened before, whitish specters broke through the heavy silence and ca out of the darkness and covered their eyes.
“go away.”
Cheek!
And the mont when Damian passed the dead trees at terrifying speed and concentrated his mana into the grip of his left arm that covered his face.
[Dancing fla]
[Corrupting Potion]
Roar!
Suddenly, a blue natural fire rose from Damien’s left hand and spread through the air, which was full of darkness, and burned the specters in front.
-Kiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
“Sounds good.”
It was a splendid and dazzling fla that seed to lift an invisible curtain.
[Notice: New location information has been updated!]
[Current location: Lake of Oblivion]
[Notice: World map information has been updated!]
“That’s right.”
When a ssage informing about the location appeared in front of my eyes, Damian fell with blue flas.
Everything seed to be back to normal now.
A concave zone that stretches out in a wide radial shape through a narrow waterway like a valley, revealing a lake with a smooth surface like a cold ice sheet.
“Oh, it tickles my ears.”
“Can I take it off now, master!”
Oops! Oops!
And as Damian pulled out the earplugs (?) with the wad, he could vaguely feel the disappearance of the noisy noises and ghosts that were disturbing his eyes.
For Damian, who saw through to the fact that all the causes of not being able to arrive here were manifested from this lake of oblivion.
It was no exaggeration to say that there were few monsters or magical phenona that could stop him.
“What kind of guy is ssing around with—.”
“It’s you.”
And then, in front of Damian’s eyes, sothing strange appeared.
* * *
“…what is that?”
As Damian turned his shoulders and opened his mouth, an unfamiliar voice rang out.
It was a hoarse voice reminiscent of a dry tree branch.
An elongated, black figure with a wriggling physicality who stands on both poles with Damian with an abandoned lake in the middle.
“…Are you going?”
And Damian looked at the lump of black cloth with shiny red eyes hanging from his head wearing a mask.
I could feel the grotesque cognitive dissonance coming, like a scarecrow doll with poorly designed joints or a piece of flesh randomly attached to a 2-ter-long skeleton.
‘person…? Or a monster…?’
It must have been sothing like that lump that was talking to him.
It was because the body shape that any normal human being could identify did not seem to be original or easily applicable to < it >.
“Yeah…. Now that I’ve seen it myself, I know.”
“Why did I feel so reluctant about you?”
“Strewn with the remnants of a false… no, forgotten god.”
“The body of a filthy immoral.”
“Everything that makes you a challenge to the living god.”
“It is unclean and full of vomit.”
“Heretic. black beast. You who can never coexist.”
Cranky! Dduduk!
As it moved, a terrifying cracking sound rang out.
It was a creature that I couldn’t even guess how it moved.
Starting from the appearance that creates unnaturalness just by existing, it may even look like a failure of chanical civilization such as cyborgs and androids.
“What is he saying now? What does your head look like?”
“That seems to be the case, master!”
However, what Damian can guess is that he looks more normal than he thought, compared to talking crazy things like black beasts and heretics
. Or Parasite?”
flash!
So, the mont Damian sharpened his eyes towards it and at the sa ti intentionally recited the nas of the bizarre monsters in his mory one by one.
“…there’s nothing more to say. You know too many things that don’t exist in this world.”
Udu-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-!
Suddenly, sothing like a piece of flesh twisted to the left of it, and sothing like a charred arm bone popped out and opened its palm toward the lake of oblivion.
“I deeply regret coming here. You heretic.”
“…!”
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Before long, the water surface of the Lake of Oblivion began to swirl.
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