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“This is not it.”

The king then brought a table and placed the scissors on it.

Then, he held the sharp knife above it in his hand and looked at the sharp lines of the knife.

At that sight, my tied body just trembled.

As for the elixir of immortality, and the experiment, isn’t it nonsense to think that just because a wound suddenly heals?

Now that I think about it, I heard it once in history class.

It is said that those who claim to have wealth, power, or anything, regardless of whether they live in the East or the West, sometimes do absurd things in order to gain immortality.

A famous anecdote in the East was that of Emperor Shi Huangdi of the Qin Dynasty, and a famous anecdote in the West was that of Gilgamesh in Sumer.

And there were many others besides them.

There were various reasons, such as because they wasted their wealth, because they wanted to maintain power, because they wanted to maintain beauty, and because they were afraid of death.

And it seems that it was the same for the being in front of me.

No matter how desperately he is the king of a kingdom that worships God, that seems to remain the same.

Just by throwing me in a place like this right now and locking me up, I end up unknowingly predicting what will happen and what will happen in the future.

I prayed, shaking with fear.

“… Sorry, sorry. Sorry, but. Wouldn’t it be okay if I quit? Well, I’m not immortal… ”

But despite my earnest requests, the king did not stop.

“There is no miracle of healing anywhere. Except for the saint, that is. At best, light has been given to those of us who rely on medicinal herbs.”

The king who said that laughed unpleasantly.

As the corners of his mouth turned up, his voice continued.

“Now we can confirm that he is immortal. Haven’t you grown up nicely without even a single serious injury yet?”

As soon as he said those words, the knife stabbed the back of my hand, which was fastened to the armrest.

“Off… ”

As my left hand was stabbed, I felt a tingling pain like an electric current flowing through my entire hand.

At the same time, it seemed as if my fingers had become stiff and stopped at random, trembling and not willing to open.

Unable to make a fist because my palm was fixed to the arm rest, I curled forward and closed my eyes.

it hurts. it hurts.

At the same time, blood began to flow and droplets formed on the knife.

And the drop got bigger and bigger, and then it burst, forming a single stem and running down the back of my hand.

I felt like hot fire was burning the back of my hand.

But it’s still the back of my hand. I can still bear it because it’s the back of my hand.

Just thinking about that made me bite my molars and hold on.

But even for a moment, before I had time to get used to the blade piercing the back of my hand, the knife piercing my hand was completely pulled out.

“Ugh?!”

Push. I closed my eyes tightly as the blood flowed out along the knife.

As blood dripped down the back of my left hand, the king wiped it away with a dry towel and looked at my hand closely.

I furrowed my brows, panting, and looked at my left hand.

It hurts so much. Behind my moaning consciousness, a desperate desire for this pain to end rose up.

It was clearly a natural thought for any human being.

And what followed at the end of that thought was a tiny golden light filling the back of my hand.

With the fading light, the back of my hand was filled as if it had never been pierced.

My eyes widened at that sight and I realized that my previous recovery was not an illusion. I was thinking about this, and at this moment, it was the situation I wanted to avoid the most.

It’s true that I wanted the pain to end, but not now.

But since I was already feeling better, I took a deep breath.

Damn, damn.

Beyond the black hair fluttering before my eyes, I could see the corners of that obnoxious, large king’s mouth turning up.

“Don’t do it, don’t do it. Please. Don’t do it, don’t do it… !”

“Well, I guess I should also tell you about the manners that a saint should have.”

He must have been happy that my body was healing, so he put down the knife that pierced the back of my hand and took the pliers in his hand.

Isn’t that a tool? At the same time as I was thinking about this, I thought about what I was going to do with it and looked away.

The king, who had pinned my hand so that I could not move it, put pliers on my little finger.

What are you going to do with my hands, my fingers?

The moment that thought occurred to me, I jumped.

The chair trembled and moved, causing the king to fall back in surprise.

“I told you not to… !”

As I moved my body vigorously, shaking my hips, I felt the chair float for a moment.

After shaking like that a few times, my body rolled on the floor while still being fixed to the chair.

I groaned and closed my eyes as the shock felt throughout my body.

“… this. We need to provide proper education.”

After that, was it inevitable that a rope would approach me?

*

When I looked at the name of the recently released game, , I didn’t think it was a game, but after looking beyond that and checking the contents, I could see that it was definitely a game.

It’s not a story about wanting to see an ordinary sexy simulation or a sexy story, but it’s a game for people who find that boring.

I’m sick and tired of games where you just raise your likeability rating and express your affection because it’s so obvious.

So I looked for the next game.

At first it was as a teaching assistant, then as hypnosis, and there were a few genres that I occasionally played and threw away, but in the end, this was the game I chose.

Assistant, Hypnosis, SM.

The genres were diverse, and furthermore, the degree of freedom was high.

Of course, in order to clear the game, you couldn’t just take the Pure Love route.

I played the game like that and even saw the ending.

However, the moment I tried to go back to take a different route, I lost consciousness, and when I opened my eyes again, I was standing here.

I knew this look well.

I became a champion of this game that I played and saw the ending once.

First of all, I knew that this was part of the game.

It took some time to get used to it, but even though it was awkward, I accepted it, thinking that waking up in the body of a warrior was a blessing in disguise.

The armor around my body belonged to a warrior, and the sword at my waist was also a true sword.

If I knew this was in a game, I would just come up with a strategy.

“… Strategy.”

Since it was still early days and I couldn’t find a single colleague, I thought about what I had to do in the future.

If it were a game, I would have just followed the story and received quests, but since I was already possessed in a game with a high degree of freedom, I had to vaguely figure out a strategy.

The first thing they needed was a saint who could be found in this holy country.

Come to think of it, how did you find a saint as a companion?

Since he was the first companion I needed, I had to trace the moment that became my oldest memory while playing the game.

How did they recruit the saint? As I was thinking about this, I wandered around the royal capital of the Holy Kingdom in a daze.

“He is a warrior… !”

I walked into the kingdom, hearing voices admiring me.

I don’t know if it was influenced by the game system, but I felt quite free entering the kingdom, so I walked lightly.

As I stepped on the grass inside the castle and took in the sight of the huge structure, I immediately felt a memory tickling my head as I crawled like a centipede.

I scratched my head, groaned, clicked my tongue, and walked into the building to recall those memories.

After wandering around like that for a while, I looked around, feeling a sense of déjà vu, as if I had seen something somewhere.

Unlike the illustrations, the game itself is made up of dots, so it was a little difficult to compare the landscape made of dots with the actual building, so I felt uneasy for no reason.

“Where is this?”

First, I decided to search the royal castle, opening the door here and there and groping around.

After arriving like that, the place I reached was an iron gate.

I was a warrior.

So, after wandering around feeling like everyone in the capital did not reject me, but rather welcomed me, I arrived at this place.

This place I was able to reach because no one was stopping me.

A road to a hidden place in the royal castle.

At the end of it, there is a lonely, rugged landscape, and at the end of it, a rugged iron gate welcomes you.

It smells bloody. I felt ominous.

When I remembered that phrase, my eyes widened and I remembered my first encounter with the saint I had seen in the game.

A saint for sure.

Unlike other games, it was not a character given for free.

So, he is the only character who recites a salvation narrative differently from other characters.

After remembering that, I approached the iron door and grabbed the doorknob.

It was dark and I couldn’t see beyond the small iron bar on the iron door, so I had no choice but to open the door and look.

Normally, the locked door could not be opened without a key, but now that I was outside the game system and realized that it was possible to open it with the power of a hero, I put my shoulder in and forcibly broke the door.

After breaking the rusty hinge, what I saw before my eyes.

It was the image of a dead saint hanging in a dark room.

The pure white clothes worn only by saints, and the gold thread embroidery that decorated it, were randomly torn apart by a knife or something.

However, unlike the blood on her clothes and the wounds on her clothes, there were no wounds on her body, to the point where I felt a sense of discomfort.

But no matter what, I’m late.

After thinking about it, the potion in front of her caught her eye.

A blood-red potion.

Why is the HP potion here?

I raised my head in a daze, wondering why something like this existed in this space where people were being tortured and killed.

I’ve never seen this in a game.

I thought a lot and tried to understand this situation. Is the story a bit different from the game? No, I think meeting a saint is faster this time than in the game.

While she was thinking this, the saint’s limp body suddenly seemed to regain vitality and wriggled.

“Kek, Keuk. Off… ”

His limp arms struggled to their feet, clutching the rope around his neck as if praying for help.

The black hair and wide golden eyes looked at me.

I thought you were dead, are you alive?

I was horrified by that sight and at the same time, I reflexively pulled out my knife and cut the rope that was hanging her body.