༺ Presto ༻
The experience of being the prey was quite unfamiliar for Ferzen.
But as a predator himself, Ferzen was also aware of the best monts to pounce on the neck of his prey.
With this in mind, Ferzen took a chair from his subspace, sat down, and started reading a book.
Or rather, he pretended to read it, as his awareness was at an all-ti high.
A perfect opportunity for an ambush.
But as his gaze was fixated on the book, his attention was focused on a mory that kept flashing through his mind.
The mory of an unknown and bottomless abyss.
Despite this bizarre situation, Ferzen still maintained his pose, even if this unknown mory sparked a deep sense of familiarity within him.
“……”
After a long ti.
Ferzen beca aware that at so point in his musings, he had crossed his legs while sitting.
However, it was simply inconceivable that he, soone suffering from severe OCD, could maintain this posture without hesitation.
‘Impossible……’
Just to make sure, he folded a page of the book he was reading, making it asymtric.
And even then, he could still calmly read the book.
“……”
But how could this happen?
Could it be because of the illusionary nature of this world? Where only his astral projection was imprisoned and not his physical body?
Theories and suspicions began to gnaw at his mind, but Ferzen quickly dismissed such thoughts.
This strange phenonon seed to even affect his palette, as even when he tasted the most exquisite dishes possible, he couldn’t truly enjoy them.
But now, Ferzen wholeheartedly savored this unimaginable feeling of liberation that could only be felt in this illusionary world.
With minimal vigilance, he enjoyed such an opportunity to its fullest.
Apart from his early years, where his cognitive thought was not as developed, Ferzen had suffered from his OCD for nearly twenty years.
And the montary feeling of being free from such chains was comparable to the relief brought by Ciel Midford’s death.
Yes, a euphoria akin to a drug addict who had received a large quantity of drugs just for himself.
Rustle.
Flip.
Rustle.
Flip……
A boorish book.
But even as he had already finished reading the book once, Ferzen traced his finger through each page with a faint smile on his face, savoring the mont.
Crackle–!
Flip!
Crackle!
Flip…
However, Isabel Ron-Pierre Genova announced the end of this pleasant mont.
The crackling static signaled the intrusion of enemies.
“……”
Nevertheless, Ferzen remained seated in his chair, still looking at the asymtrical book.
Since the enemy had broken through the alarm system with such speed, he wouldn’t be able to react in ti anyway.
Perhaps the intruder was emulating the peak performance of an Auror Knight.
In any case, it still wasn’t a life-threatening matter.
That’s why Ferzen decided to savor this blessed mont for a little longer.
Slash!
The price for this choice was paid when his arm, the one not holding the book, was severed with a spray of blood.
Flinch!
Even though this was an illusionary world, the excruciating pain resonated in Ferzen’s mind.
But Ferzen ignored the searing pain as he refocused on the book.
“……”
However, as he gazed at the asymtrical book, Ferzen couldn’t feel any sort of peace.
His gut wrenched, and his mind beca chaotic.
Everything was reverting to square one.
Thud.
Thump.
From the stump where his arm once was, blood flowed without pause.
And now, the imbalance was within his own body.
As such, Ferzen Von Schweig Louerg.
……Couldn’t tolerate such a thing any longer.
“—-!”
As the enemy prepared to strike once more, he abruptly stopped.
Because the sight of Ferzen controlling Isabel’s corpse and making her cut off his remaining arm was enough to leave him completely astounded.
Thud!
Ferzen’s right arm, which had been holding the book, fell to the ground.
Now with both of his arms severed, and with his body now symtrical, the sense of ecstasy was enough to suppress his pain.
Moreover, with this, he had managed to pay tribute to the fleeting liberation from the chains that had bound him for more than 20 years.
“Ah……”
Truly a beautiful mont.
A blissful dream.
A sweet, sweet dream.
One that would forever be engraved on his mind.
The forest’s breeze gently ruffled the fabric of his suit.
And the enemy standing before him swallowed a lump in his throat as a chill spread through his spine.
The red eyes staring at him seed to transcend existence itself as they evoked an instinctive desire for submission.
Stomp!
Instinctively the man took a step back as the oppressive feeling grew stronger.
“……!”
The ground between them, which had been composed of forest soil, vanished, and now only an eerie flesh-covered ground that squird and withered remained.
Perhaps this is what would feel like to walk on soone’s organs.
“No way……”
Was this the indication that Ferzen – his prey – was aware of the illusionary world from the very beginning?
After all, there seed to be no other explanation for the nightmarish scenario in front of him.
Flinch!
The man held his head high despite the changes he saw, but as soon as he did that, his eyes widened.
The previously clear and sunny sky was now dark, devoid of a single cloud.
And amidst the darkness, the sun now sprouted twisted fleshy appendages that bead sunlight on its extremities.
In the bright center of the star, a massive eye opened and gazed at the land below.
At the sa ti, from the eye, pitch-black tears stread down onto the ground, giving birth to grotesque tree-like creatures.
This could only be the delusion born from the knowledge of a creature living on the third floor of The Underworld, a knowledge that only an Apollyon-class Warlock would possess.
‘Even so……’
This nightmarish realm wouldn’t be able to kill the living embodint of the strongest Auror Knight.
With this belief in mind, the man grinned as he gripped the hilt of his sword.
However, the sword was not aid at Ferzen.
Slash!
“Hahahahahaha…….!”
Without hesitation, the man cut off his own two legs as he fell to the fleshy ground.
Then, grasping the severed limbs, he brought the blade closer, dismantling them like a butcher would.
anwhile, the surroundings continued to shift as incomprehensible and grotesque abominations continued to spawn.
Then, sothing that seed to be an amalgamation of a spider and a dragon, clad in sickly leathery skin that mirrored a stary night, appeared.
A floating mass of flesh with nurous eyes and doors running through its body, each door holding a corrupted key.
A monster that seed to be composed of grains of sand walked on the ground with nurous tentacles like an octopus.
Seeing this, the man raised his sword once more, splitting his abdon and pulling out his intestines as if he was preparing a al to his esteed master.
anwhile, by Ferzen’s side, a grotesque doll limped closer.
Although its outward appearance was nothing compared to the other creatures, this monster was, in fact, the most well-known monster that dwelled on the third floor of the underworld — the monster capable of healing any sort of injury.
Thud!
The doll then produced a peculiar staff entwined by snakes on the ground. From its fingertips, countless threads were emitted and started treating Ferzen’s wounds.
No, this couldn’t be categorized as treatnt.
It was sothing beyond imagination, like an eldritch god weaving reality itself.
The intertwining threads ford bones.
They created nerves and new flesh.
Even the suit was restored, making it impossible for anyone to know that the two arms lying on the ground belonged to Ferzen.
“……”
The entire process took less than three seconds.
And Ferzen, who finished checking his attire, glanced at the face of the who seed to be on the verge of a ntal collapse.
From his eyes, nose, and mouth, blood flowed freely, but even then, he continued to laugh maniacally.
But even behind his insanity, a single question remained……
—How on earth could a human know so many twisted creatures?
“Well……”
Within Sephar’s illusionary world, what an individual is able to manifest is limited by their own knowledge.
Having no intention of answering that question, Ferzen slowly closed his eyes, as the current scenery was, in fact, a fragnt of the unknown mories that kept flashing in his mind.
Therefore, even he couldn’t be sure of the nature of those abominations.
No, a vague answer ca to his mind.
A familiar term that encompassed all those abominations……
“Monstrosities.”
Snap!
A faint noise echoed in the nightmarish scenario.
Ferzen opened his eyes and turned his head toward the direction of the noise.
Thud!
In the distance, soone was trembling in fear.
A woman.
With purple hair and a mature figure.
However, Ferzen quickly saw through the charade.
The figure’s true self was clearly reflected in his eyes.
Not a woman, but a girl.
Moreover, a young lamb that had strayed beyond the ranch’s property with no regard for its own safety.
“Lizzy.”
“Ah……Ah……………”
“Lizzy Poliana Claudia.”
Gradually, Ferzen Von Shweig Louerg uttered the young lamb’s full na.
And as soon as he did that, the monstrosities in the area also focused on her.
TL note: Ah another normal, totally normal chapter…..
Not like sum eldritch shit happened…………..
Btw I’m currently…..Training my replacent…….What a strange world……..I have half of mind in teaching him the wrong shit……But mama didn’t raised no bitch…..So yeh……
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