episode_0018

Something that took control of my body.

No, it seems like she has no intention of hiding it, so it would be okay to call her Elena now.

Elena raised her hand in a slow motion.

His attitude is careful and meticulous, as if he is checking to see if it is properly attached.

I’ve already experienced it once, but the feeling of someone moving my body at will was extremely unpleasant.

But I can’t help it.

Because this is a decision I made.

After the ceremony, I could only chew my lips and watch Elena move my body.

Elena moved her body little by little with such meticulousness that it seemed a bit excessive.

I, who had been nervous because I didn’t know what she would do, felt relaxed.

what? Are you even worried that I might have done something to your body?

If you thought your body was so precious, you should never have handed it over to someone else in the first place, you bastard!

Eventually, as if everything had been checked, Elena’s hand, and thus my hand, began to gradually move downward.

Slowly down… … Further down… … Eventually, my long, thin fingers arrived at the area between the crotch where there was not a single thread. … Hey dude!

Now that I think about it, I was still naked without even a single layer of clothing on.

It’s definitely not an exhibitionist, wanted to see my naked body, or anything like that.

Everything that could cover my body was soaked in body fluids and gave off a terrible smell, so the fact that I stayed naked even after I woke up was, so to speak, unavoidable.

Behind my consciousness, I tried with all my might to control my fingers.

You crazy bitch! I knew it would be like this.

It’s good to check on your body after a long time, but there’s no need to start fussing about it right away!

Fortunately, my fingers that were fiddling with the crotch area soon turned upward.

Have I been able to regain some control over my body while on this side?

I don’t know what happened, but I’m really glad.

I stopped this crazy bitch from masturbating as soon as she opened her eyes.

I thought that, but soon realized what a ridiculous mistake it was.

My face was giggling, as if the series of actions I had performed were extremely funny.

This guy, he’s smiling at me, right?

‘Hey, is this funny? Is this funny? ok? ‘Is this funny?’

I screamed loudly, but my cries of staying ‘on this side’ were just empty echoes.

The only time I had a seizure was when my body started doing something, completely ignoring my desperate protests.

I kept my mouth shut due to the overwhelming sense of discomfort.

The environment surrounding me and my body with Elena in it had not changed in the slightest compared to before.

But clearly something has changed.

‘What the hell is this feeling…? … ‘Something’s not right.’

As I looked around with that inexplicable feeling, I was immediately startled by the fact that I was looking around.

Your body’s control has returned?

My body was moving freely, according to my will.

Turning my head, walking, and moving my hands were all done under my will.

… … Is it really so?

No, that’s not it.

As I slowly began to get used to the changed sensations, I realized that it was a ridiculous illusion.

I still had no control over my body.

However, my senses, which had become extremely sensitive, only created the illusion that I was moving my body on my own.

My senses have become so sharp that I can even feel the wind flowing across my skin.

In that blade-like sharpness, I sensitively ‘felt’ each movement of my body.

Elena didn’t even give me time to come out of my panic and immediately raised her hand towards the driver.

Words of unknown meaning flowed from my mouth.

Meaningless words that have no specific meaning and only contain will.

However, now that I have become infinitely more sensitive, I was able to sensitively ‘feel’ everything she said.

Without realizing it, I was deeply immersed in this strange experience that I had experienced for the first time in my life.

Is it possible that each word can contain such pure will?

Eventually, when I thought that my words of pure will had reached their peak, a change began inside my body.

I felt something hot moving from deep inside my chest.

Is this hot thing flowing through the blood vessels the movement of pulsating blood?

No, no.

Saying that there is no blood to pulse because the heart of the undead has stopped would be too crude to explain this phenomenon.

This power that filled my body was something that could not be explained in such realistic words.

A huge, incomprehensible, huge principle of circulation that is far beyond the scope of human understanding.

Trying to understand something like this would be like trying to stop a collapsing dam with your palms.

Fortunately, my heightened senses did not require understanding.

I just felt all of those things with my whole body.

“Create Undead.”

I spoke at the end of a hot stream that seemed like it was about to burst.

An alluring voice I’ve heard before.

That mysterious voice, which I could hardly believe was coming from my throat, gave me goosebumps all over my body without me knowing.

Language, which had always formed only will, finally formed ‘meaning’ containing human will through my voice.

As if obeying that irresistible, absolute command, the enormous power flowing through my body gradually began to form a clear shape.

Okay, now I get it.

This is magic.

I unconsciously let out an exclamation at the enormous realization that washed over me like a flood.

Should I say that it feels as if I have discovered the existence of a body organ that I had not been aware of until now?

An organ that has been attached to my body ever since I was born, but I didn’t even know it existed.

However, once you start to realize it, you can move very easily.

The moment I felt that something that was pulsing as if it was about to explode was leaving my body.

An ominous purple fog that obscured all vision filled the boss room.

I instinctively wanted to raise my arms and shield my eyes from the fog, but my body wouldn’t let me.

I had no choice but to witness ‘it’ crawling through the thick fog.

The bizarre statue that was kneeling began to move little by little.

Crack! Wajijik!

The knight’s limbs, which had been thrown carelessly while making a bloody sound, rose up of their own accord.

It is a terrible movement, as if a giant invisible hand is grabbing the knight’s limbs and shaking them violently.

The knight’s body moved like a puppet tied by strings for a long time.

Wow! Sizzling!

Every time the knight’s body moved, the sound of something being crushed or smashed was heard.

Could something be wrong? When I hear the sound, it doesn’t necessarily feel like I’m coming back to life, it feels like I’m dying again.

The knight’s hand, which had been shaking like a living snake for a while, suddenly turned towards the sword stuck in his chest.

The knight, who firmly grasped the handle of his sword with lightning-like movements, began to pull it out himself.

Kwazijic! Quad Deuk!

The knife tore through the flesh, making a terrible sound.

Nevertheless, the knight’s hand did not stop.

Following the movement of the sword, which was pushed up little by little, the knight’s body also began to rise into the air little by little.

I wanted to look away from that horrifying sight, but Elena, who had taken over my body, would not allow it.

From that resolute attitude, I felt a sense of duty to show this scene to the person behind the ceremony.

In the end, I had no choice but to endure the rising feeling of nausea and watch the sword being pulled out of the knight’s body from beginning to end.

There was a black hole in the center of the knight’s chest where the sword came out.

Not a single drop of blood came out of the hole, as if all the blood had already poured out.

Instead, something like a black fog with an ominous aura continued to drift within it.

From the moment the sword was completely drawn, the knight’s body began to change drastically.

The lumpy, huge muscles shriveled, and the skin, which had been healthy brown due to long training, shriveled and turned a withered purple color.

It was a terrible sight that I feared would appear in my dreams, but ironically, it was only then that I recognized the knight’s appearance.

Looking at it like this, I think I can recognize it little by little.

Obviously that shape and form… … .

“Rise, my knight. Become a faithful servant and serve me, the princess of the Underworld!”

The voice that came out of my body was filled with surprising majesty.

It was also fitting for someone who called herself a princess.

The knight, who had been staring into space with blank, unfocused eyes ever since he woke up, suddenly flashed blue light from inside his eyes.

The light, which was close to a small ember, gradually spread over time into a fierce flame that would burn everything.

When the fire finally burned away all traces of humanity left in the knight, the knight’s face could no longer be seen as it was when he was alive.

A knight of despair with blue flames burning within his empty eye sockets.

[My lord… … See you… … .]

The knight’s cracking voice was a gloomy cry that echoed from the depths of hell.

Death Knight, the knight who returned from the dead, knelt before me as if worshiping me, his true master.