episode_0022
by fnovelpiaThe devil’s stock is human blood.
Human organs, body, cells.
They are similar to other animals and humans in that they get calories from meat.
This is a story about the body after all.
Demons need food for the mind, even more desperately than humans.
It’s an emotion. An emotion of disgust.
In any age, the world is full of hatred.
I hate evil people who commit crimes. It’s such an obvious and common thing.
I hate people because their skin color is different. I hate people because they live in different places. But I also hate people who are similar to me. I hate people who have more money than me. Of course, I also hate people who have less money. I hate people because they don’t acknowledge me, and…
There are indeed many different flavors.
And here’s a terribly sweet voice.
“Even in this situation, I can’t do anything.”
Among them, special dishes.
My favorite thing is self-loathing.
“… Isn’t that so annoying?”
It is different from things that are always directed outward, so they are easily and recklessly released.
Feelings that are always directed inward.
If you keep piling it up like that, it will stick out.
It can become annoyance towards the person who takes care of you without abandoning you, and it can also become anger towards the person who acknowledges you like this.
Contradictory feelings, behaviors, they become hurt again and lead to self-loathing. Special.
“Hey, you want to kill that guy, right? Okay? I’ll lend you my strength.”
“Who is it, who is speaking… ”
I got used to it at some point.
Because I love both the self I hate and the self I hate so much.
I don’t want to leave.
I enjoy that look. I encourage it. I indulge in it.
“I am a devil. Evil, demon. A devil who loves killing people too much, who loves blood and guts so much that he can’t stand it.”
“That’s nonsense.”
Oh, that’s something I can’t do.
“Can you believe this?”
A bloodless, white hand and slender arm gently wrap around the neck.
It is clearly visible only to me. Just like I imagined. I can be sure of it.
The skin is smooth. It feels slightly cold.
and.
A sensation like having sugar water injected into the spinal cord with a thick syringe.
High. High. Far. More. Bigger. Faster.
With that feeling, strength surges. A sweet vitality that spreads through every corner of my body.
I can see that.
It feels like I’ve become several times stronger in an instant.
“Let’s admit it. We can’t do anything on our own.”
“You, you… .”
“So you’re borrowing the devil’s power. How pathetic, how pathetic. That’s how you feel?”
Soon, a girl’s face and small lips appeared.
Sweet whispers.
It doesn’t work.
I need to get rid of it right now.
This is such a ridiculous situation.
But the voice sticks like honey and doesn’t fall off.
“What do you want?”
“You want to kill me, right? Let’s just kill me. That’s fine with me.”
okay.
I see.
There is common sense that you shouldn’t kill people, but separate from that, if you ask me whether I want to kill them or not, of course I want to kill them.
That’s all there is to it. I think so myself. What a terrible person I am.
It turns into joy. Now, let’s just fall off the cliff. Let’s throw this disgusting body to a place where there is no annoying hope.
A moment when our mutual understanding coincides, transcending the walls of reason and ethics, malice and excess.
“Okay, okay, okay… .”
Ha, it’s really hopeless.
A black aura blooming all over Noctilla’s body.
Magi.
“Line, ship.”
The seed was obvious at a glance.
Why, senior. A senior born with the destiny of a warrior.
Why me, the power that stands at extremes.
This never happened before the regression.
There’s no way.
It may be because it is a kind of parallel world different from what I knew.
Maybe it’s your fault. In fact, that might be more likely.
Did I get upset for nothing?
So is this the worst outcome?
I thought so.
Ttorr.
Flowing lightly across Seed’s forehead.
A streak of cold sweat.
“Senioree …
Ignoring the junior’s cries.
It just flew away.
He lunges forward, stepping on the air, exuding an ominous aura.
Since I’m not usually a very goal-oriented person, I don’t aim for the heart or neck right away.
First, let’s cut off the hand.
The magic that blooms in his hand takes the shape of a sword and cuts long.
“Tch, you, what are you!!”
It is a terrifying sight that is scary just to look at.
To be exact, it’s not so much that I’m scared, but rather that I’m instinctively disgusted by it. Even if there were maggots and worms crawling all over my body, it would be easier to look at than that.
Such a thick and uncomfortable darkness.
Shakta reflexively emitted as much golden aura as possible.
Rather than feeling a threat to his life, it was more like he would scream “Oh my” if there was a small bug in the room and would flail around with a body much larger than the bug.
In one corner, it was considered lightly.
The explosion was cut off abnormally short, before it could even begin to resonate. The darkness quickly swallowed up even the sound.
Shakta’s body was thrown back sharply. Fortunately, it seems he avoided being cut.
That alone is amazing. It’s admirable.
But it doesn’t leave it like that.
Track it right away.
Again, kicking the air and jumping.
The guy’s posture is ruined.
This one time, you can cut it perfectly. You can be confident that you will get a clean cut.
As smooth as cutting butter with a red-hot knife.
So that the cut surface has a smooth gloss.
You can do it.
If that’s the case, then I will do it.
Hesitation and guilt are now completely swallowed up.
Let’s swing it with all our might.
“Uh… .”
At the tip of that sword.
A jade-colored butterfly landed gently.
The butterfly flapped its delicate wings softly.
A light gesture as if it were not true.
With that flap of wings, the sword of darkness is pushed away.
“Ah?”
I can’t help but open my mouth and stare blankly.
One, two, big and small butterflies appear.
Dance with your sword swung.
Round and round.
In that movement, the sword’s trajectory is greatly distorted.
It cuts through the air without any sense.
Butterfly dance without thinking. Butterfly dance.
beautiful.
“Oak butterfly, like dancing.”
At the tip of Seed’s finger, a butterfly rests.
No matter how many days I pondered and tried everything, I still couldn’t figure out the logic of auras, the body’s instinctive and wild movements, or anything like that.
At the point where you have already consciously controlled each and every small muscle tissue in your body, you can just let your body go with the flow it wants.
Is it similar to how it’s difficult to become conscious of your breathing and then turn it back into unconsciousness?
It’s been over 10 years since I’ve been conscious of each and every one of them and breathed in.
So, I decided to imitate them one by one. I copied all the body movements that brought out the aura. I followed them exactly.
That’s how I got the aura.
It’s ridiculous that you can get an aura so easily. It’s almost laughable.
But the reason this was possible was because the Master was a truly textbook example of how to operate Aura.
Because there were no unnecessary movements, no unnecessary strength was put into the small muscles, and only the movements necessary to create the aura were performed.
That’s why, even in my previous life, I couldn’t have done something like this by just catching any random Aura user passing by and following them. There’s nothing to regret.
Shakta was dumbfounded by the bizarre situation before his eyes.
That attack just now was dangerous. It could have been fatal, for sure. But it was just something that suddenly swept to the side, out of thin air, with nothing there.
“Gasp, huh, huh… !”
No, there wasn’t anything exactly.
Where did these strange butterflies come from?
Is that the cause? I can’t understand the situation at all.
A butterfly slowly approached Shakta.
I saw it up close and knew it. This butterfly is an aura. It’s unbelievable. Originally, the aura had no form, but it took on such a distinct butterfly appearance.
If it’s an aura, it can be repelled with an aura!
Shakta’s eyes lit up. A golden aura erupted violently. It was like a giant wave.
That’s right. This is what Aura is like. No matter how much I think about it, that butterfly is strange. You can spray water from a hose, but it’s strange for a water drop to fly around in the shape of a butterfly. That’s it. I’ve never heard of anything like that.
But I don’t know for sure, but in the end, if it’s a small aura, it can be swallowed by a large aura.
A great golden wave swallows the butterfly.
“What the heck is that… .”
The butterfly swam leisurely through it. That means it flew without any problems.
The density of aura is different.
A seed that acquired aura by imitating each and every muscle movement.
Anyway, after doing that, something strange was possible.
It was possible to fine-tune the aura.
If you breathe unconsciously, you obviously don’t have to worry about this or that.
On the other hand, there are things that cannot be consciously controlled. For example, breathing techniques to calm the mind, such as inhaling for 3 seconds and exhaling for 5 seconds, or abdominal breathing that lowers the diaphragm as much as possible, and so on.
If you breathe consciously, you can breathe as much as you want.
The body movements that create auras. Tear apart and modify each and every small part to your liking. This is something that only Seed, who already knows all the body movements necessary for auras and can meticulously control each and every muscle in his body, can do.
As I was fiddling around with the aura here and there, I realized that I could send extremely compressed, high-density aura flying into the air in the shape of a butterfly.
Other forms were possible, but they dissipated in midair after just a few seconds. This is what I finally found.
Why is this butterfly shape the most efficient and stable? I never figured it out, but it was like that. I guess it’s the law of the world. There must be some geometrical and physical reason.
And after a little more practice, it was not difficult to perform Somnium’s ‘dance-like’ movement using the flapping wings of each butterfly.
That’s it.
The blue-green butterfly doesn’t stop and soon touches Shakta’s forehead.
Shakta loses consciousness and falls to the ground.
I don’t care.
Seed turned his head and looked at Noctilla.
She wants to chase after Shakta right now and cut off his head with her own hands.
“… Senior.”
He stood in the way.
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