episode_0210

“If I win. Hmm. What should I ask for? Oh, yes. I won’t be able to hold your hand for 24 hours. How about that?”

“······Look at me. Are you telling me to die?”

“Is that how good you are…?”

“······If we, one body, fall, we die.”

“You said you won’t lose? Then it doesn’t matter what penalty you get?”

“······That’s right.”

“So what are your demands?”

“······If I win, all day long, don’t touch this man.”

“Huh? Am I going to touch you?”

An unknown person tilts his head in confusion.

Moo-myeong, who was laughing and saying that couldn’t be possible, suddenly realized that his hand was naturally on Eugene’s shoulder and was giving him a friendly tap, and fell in shock.

‘what? ‘This can’t be happening.’

Rather than being the type to approach first, Nameless tended to wait for the other side to approach.

That’s why I’ve never had physical contact like this before…

What should I say?

This man felt comfortable without knowing why.

I knew it intuitively.

This man is harmless.

Being harmless doesn’t mean he’s some kind of idiot who doesn’t know anything about women, but I just had a vague feeling that he might be at least as harmless to me.

‘Upset.’

Why do I feel this way?

Uncomfortable.

It’s definitely the first time I’ve seen this person, but the distance is strangely close.

Moo-myeong forcibly widened the distance again and prepared for a fight with Mi-jeong.

“······Head, broken. On the other hand, defeat.”

“Well, okay!”

Mijung let out a rather bloody sound and leapt forward.

It’s been a long time since my already hot head cooled down.

All personal feelings were excluded.

Although the fight started because of petty pride, in reality, that was not the case.

Once you decide to act together, competency verification is essential.

You also need to know the level of capabilities of colleagues in the same boat.

In the worst case scenario, you could be betrayed or have to fight back.

“······huh.”

“uh?!”

Quang!

Mijeong’s bat flew at incredible speed and hit the ground.

Blynn’s wooden club (strengthened +1) was instantly engulfed in an undetermined amount of magical energy and displayed the same strength as a holy sword!

Mu-myeong was trying to escape by leisurely taking a step back, but when he saw the entire ground beneath his feet collapsing, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘Isn’t he an ordinary blood demon?’

It operates its own magical power.

Since it is not a living body, it cannot supply magical power, but it is still at that level.

Only then did Nameless understand why the relationship between that man and the blood demon girl was so close.

She trained for a long time by drawing magical power from men.

It was strange that it wasn’t a complete role.

“Hehehe. That’s quite a hit? I thought you were a little blood demon, but I guess you’re quite old?”

“······That, now. I understand-”

“Are you about 100 years old? Ms. Transylvia said she was several hundred years old… Anyway, she had great skills, but you don’t seem to be that old, so are you 200 years old?”

“······You’re dead.”

“Ah! Why! They recognized me as good at it?!”

Grumble!

All the remaining enthusiasm within the undecided began to burn.

A clear murderous spirit radiates out.

The frivolous thought of looking at her for the sake of showing off her skills has long since been banished from Mi-jeong’s mind.

Be sure to press it.

It lets you know who is up and who is down.

That was the only thought in Mijung’s mind right now.

Quang!

Mijeong kicks the ground and leaps again.

The tips of Unmyung’s eyes fluttered at the momentum and speed that were clearly different from before.

That kind of power comes from that stupid body?

Even with the body of a blood demon?

Since the body is already dead, there will be no blood or magic flowing through the body.

The only magical stone that assists in the operation of magical power is a small ring worn on the finger.

The performance of the magic stone seems good, but it would be impossible for even the highest quality stone to produce that level of power.

What on earth?

What’s the secret to that power?

What did I miss?

‘crazy! blood! ‘It’s flowing, right?!’

Nameless, who belatedly observed the flow of magical power in detail, was trembled.

Magical energy is flowing through Mijeong’s body!

Is it just horsepower?

Magical power and blood were circulating together in Mijeong’s body.

How could something like this happen with the body of a dead blood demon?

The confused, anonymous gaze turned towards the man.

To the man who had teeth marks on all visible areas, including his hands, arms, legs, nape of his neck, etc.

“No?! How much blood did you have to suck!!!”

“······Alpha?”

It’s that man’s blood!

The speed at which blood is drunk and accumulated in the body is faster than the speed at which blood dries in the blood demon’s body and is converted into energy.

So, it must be enough to circulate in the body and use magical power.

At this point, I was almost scared.

You suck blood from a blood demon to the extent that it is no different from a living body, and yet you are fine…?

That blood is even specialized for using magical power in blood demons?

I thought this was a person born to become a blood bag exclusively for blood demons.

If I hadn’t been a little lucky, I would have become a slave to a murderer and sucked blood by now.

I felt fortunate to have a small blood demon as my companion.

“I’m dying from the burden…!”

Quang! Boom!

Every time Mijeong took a leap, the ground flipped.

Although the nameless is said to avoid it in its own way, the amount of magical power it mobilizes is on a different level, so it is slowly catching up.

Since I had to attack with magic, I couldn’t pour all my magic into running away.

‘Is it now?’

As if fighting a bull, he dodged back and forth and looked at the unknown person.

When should we project firepower for the greatest efficiency?

At the moment when Mu-myeong was thinking about such things.

Mijeong’s eyes widened, annoyed that she kept coming so close to reaching the stick.

“······it’s annoying.”

“Huh?!”

Kwagwagwagwa!

Red flames erupted from Mijeong’s fingertips, and a huge pillar of fire rose out.

‘You can use magic too?!’

Although I barely avoided it, I took damage.

It was mental damage.

When the distance gets smaller, you get hit by a club, and when the distance gets longer, flames fly at you.

How could it be such an all-purpose fighting machine for a blood demon?

Now, Nameless had entered the stage of pure admiration.

“Seup. Now I’m even coveting it a little.”

“······Disgusting.”

Nameless, who took a big step back, placed his hands on the ground and began to use his magic power.

The counterattack begins.

Mijeong, who sensed this, quickly jumped in.

‘What kind of magic should I use to deal with it? Level 5 telekinesis? 6th rank magic trick reversal?’

It’s not an opponent that can be stopped by the power of telekinesis.

It would be a good idea to return the opponent’s fire magic by reversing the spell, but considering the opponent’s quickness, it seems likely that he will simply avoid it while the magic is being reversed.

Then, the 8th level magic is…

‘It won’t work.’

The magic circle that was shattered by that man like cutting tofu was an 8th level magic.

There is a high probability that he will be destroyed by that kid who is his colleague.

Starting from the 8th level magic, once used, the magic power runs out, so it cannot be used if there is even the slightest risk of being destroyed.

‘Then I have no choice but to use it…!’

There is only one answer.

A magic that allowed an unknown person to be recognized as a great wizard.

It was time to use a magic that was worthy of being called ‘Great Magic’.

‘I’ve always had a natural talent for manipulating spirits.’

I had no idea how I had discovered such a talent.

Have you ever messed with a magic stone that can be converted into a soul?

Anyway, the moment Nameless touched the soul, he was literally invincible.

But that’s only when you can access the other person’s soul.

Since most people’s souls were hidden deep within, it was not easy to utilize this ability during battle.

What if the opponent is a soulless blood demon?

You can’t deal with a soul that doesn’t exist.

But, what if you create a soul altogether?

It was a great magic that started from that idea.

I have received a lot of ridicule and contempt, wondering if such a thing is possible.

But anonymous did it.

This is the magic that was completed.

“Spirit Redemption!”

“······!”

Pass!

A magic circle that was previously engraved on the ground that Mi-jeong stepped on begins to reveal itself.

Only then did Mijeong realize that she was trapped in the magic circle.

Before the thought of quickly subduing the caster occurred to her, an enormous amount of magical energy was sucked into Mijeong’s chest.

“······?”

And then my heart pounded.

wee.

It was only for a moment, but my heart, which had been stopped for a long time, started beating once again.

The magical power changes into an unknown form and begins to take on strange forms.

TBC: Something I also had at some point.

It becomes something that infinitely resembles the soul.

Old memories flash by briefly, one by one.

The blood vessels all over my body begin to stir and my body becomes warm.

My heart aches with a feeling of throbbing.

It was a physiological response following emotion.

“······ah!”

Mi-jeong collapsed, clutching her chest.

Before I knew it, all the magical power that had filled the inside of Mijeong had lost its form and dispersed.

However, the sensation that had just taken over Mijeong still remained, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

It was really, really brief.

Even though I had a soul, nothing much changed.

Nevertheless, Mijeong couldn’t control this shitty feeling at all.

Feeling alive.

It’s a feeling I’ve forgotten all along.

long time······.

It’s been a long time since I felt that way.

So, paradoxically, my body suddenly felt even colder as I realized that I was dead.

“······Aaaa!”

Unable to bear it, Mijeong burst into tears.

It was my first time.

Tears that are not shed for others.

Tears shed in sorrow over one’s own death.