Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 201

Chapter. 11. The Wizard of Wizards (21)

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Aaaaaaaah!

I am satisfied.

Quad deuk wuzik!

The feeling of flesh crumbling between my hands, like the texture of hard, oily raw fish.

Crunch!

Crackle!

This fishy and sweet scent. The sound of the jawbone of the guy sinking his fangs into my body crunching.

The feeling of muscles bursting inside as they could not withstand their own strength. The burning sensation of Mute’s blood digging in between them and rebuilding the body.

It’s really good. The power flowing through my veins and the sense of liberation, as if I had finally let go of the bowstring I had been pulling so hard, was so great that my body shook.

“Aaaah!”

“Oh don’t come! “Don’t come!!!!”

Is it because it feels so good? Even though the people I worked so hard to save looked at me like a monster and some even threw swords at me, I was able to hand them over with a grin.

‘It’s not that bad. Sheep have to be somewhat afraid of the shepherd dog to be obedient, right?

I personally rescued them from the ruins of the collapsing temple, but they treated me like a monster.

What should I do? Still, you have to understand with a generous heart.

‘okay. You might be surprised. Maybe that’s a bit what I am now. Also, a guy who looks like that stuck his hand out between the temples and ripped off the head of the person next to him, so there’s no way he could point and scream so rudely.’

So, instead of wiping them out all at once, they took the trouble of selecting only those infected with parasitic organisms among them. He even took care to absorb all the blood from the Mute corpse that exploded in his hands on the spot so that it did not splash onto the citizens.

Thanks to my patience, those citizens were able to give him those screams and disgusted looks without being eroded by the infectious agent or wiped out wholesale along with Mute.

How nice.

Quack!

To catch my breath for a moment, I climbed up the bell tower of the temple and looked around the city. It was a sight to behold.

Thanks to mutes disguised as guards rising up from all directions, a fire was burning around the city, and citizens were heading inside to avoid it.

It’s inevitable that all the citizens of this big city will be in trouble as they try to pass through the narrow gates of the inner city.

It was common for people to fight while trying to get in first, or for someone to steal their luggage, and there were many people who fell and were trampled to death among the people crowded at the gate, or were pushed into the moat at the back and broke their necks.

The war situation was a little more serious.

Although there was no name, the visible alleys were filled with middle-ranking individuals between grades 5 and 4, as if showing off the fully recovered Mute’s production power, and among them, grade 3 Mute, the Queen’s Guardian level, were also competing with the knights.

Still, it seemed like there was some way to cover that. It may take some time, but there are as many sword users as me. To put it bluntly, considering the level of care shown in the parlor, it seemed like he could have cleaned things up on his own if given time.

However, it is a different story if the blue line is swarmed with undead.

Maybe they were drawn down by blood and death, or maybe the warlock took a little more action.

I thought it would be closer to the latter. Because among that group of undead were the three ghostly knights who robbed our group in the mountains.

Sgak-!

Whoops!

‘also. The head of the family was also a master-level knight. Needless to say, I’ve experienced it myself with that ghost knight.’

The guy with the halberd who was always at the forefront. The guy who chased after the group and split the upper part of the hill with a slash was sharing swords with the head of Vigilen. A battle between master-level swordsmen where every time the swords collide, the entire building is cut down and deep scars are carved into the castle walls.

Since there were still two guys like that left, it wasn’t usually a big deal.

Knock knock knock –

and it was unbearably enjoyable. So much so that I want to run right away without hesitation.

‘It’s crazy. ‘It’s so fucking crazy.’

I must be out of my mind. I am a data soul NPC. A guy who connects a brain in a vegetative state and overlays backup data on top of it is happy to see a guy swinging a Delete key and blowing up a firestorm approaching.

GG is no longer a game to me. If you die here, you may be declared permanently brain dead.

Reason immediately jumped out and screamed at him to deal with a Mute who was at the right level and was delicious, not those boneless guys, but

his body was already moving forward.

“Grrr…. It’s okay. Good job…ugh.”

The barrier called the system disappeared, and I was able to clearly feel the magic and the muted body than before, and I gained stronger power.

On the contrary, the protective shield called the system has disappeared, and this poisonous GG’s mental contamination is probably penetrating into my mind more clearly.

It felt obvious that if I continued to intoxicate myself with the wildness and power of Mute’s blood, the results would not be very good, but even so, I could not stop giving myself over to that two-directional desire for destruction.

It was a kind of compromise to survive.

The vivid sensation I felt at my fingertips made me realize that I was really just a piece of data, a reality that I had been trying hard to deny as I couldn’t believe I was in a game that was so different from before.

Although I call it the grand name of Data Soul, I feel terrible anxiety from the fact that I may actually be nothing more than a save file for a game character, and the fear that the last remaining data that defines me is being corrupted by mental contamination.

And the glimmer of hope that the corrupted data might be a step toward recovery by following the memories of my original, which had already become a monster, became a cocktail of horribly confusing emotions, constantly raising questions in my mind.

If I die, will ‘I’ die?

Or do we restore the data remaining on the server and call the ‘Professor Park from 4 months ago’ again and make him wander around this world to wake up the original?

Am I really Professor Park’s first data soul? Such a terrible question.

Now that the truth I had tried so hard to ignore was right in front of me, I desperately needed that small sense of liberation that self-abuse and desire for destruction brought. To not go crazy.

So, if I can prevent the great despair that denies my very existence with this little mania.

It would be right for me to cling to that madness even at the cost of my life made up of this data. As always, as a way for me to live.

The professor, with his brain boiling over, thought, as usual, that this was the way to live, and threw even the last shred of reason he had left into madness. A smile appeared on his face as his mouth hardened, and a sense of satisfaction filled him from head to toe, and the impulse of wildness and power moved his body.

“Grraaaa!!!!”

There was not a single hesitation left on the face of the monster that rushed at the death-wielding ghost with a roar.

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Crrrrrrr!

“Uuuuuu!”

“Wow! Gagging! “Big!”

Otman sighed as he watched the mutes being swept away by the strong stream of water.

I was bored waiting for the Professor and Lucilla, who left in a carriage in the morning with great energy, so I went out to see the city, but suddenly an ominous wave of magical energy rang out from the direction I was in and said,

“Look. Can’t you hear me? Let’s agree on 450 silver for three Seville leaves-”

“Kaaaaaaaa!”

“Whoa [Water chain!]”

Haha!

Didn’t the herbalist, who had been doing business with courage, suddenly roll his eyes and attack him with his whole body?

“Make it so! “If I don’t like the price, I will say so. What kind of person is that impatient!”

“Kaaaaaa! “Aaaah!”

“Uh-huh! Is this person really… hmmm?”

Something was strange. Although the water chain may seem unremarkable, it is a third-tier order. It’s not a spell weak enough to be used with civilian-level strength, but it’s pulled so tightly. Around the time I thought that maybe it was because I was eating a lot of good things, similar things started happening everywhere.

“Je Jane! Why all of a sudden- Wow!”

“Woah! Four people are crazy! “Someone get rid of this bastard!”

People who were normally laughing and chatting suddenly turned and attacked the person, and then,

boom!

Sigh!

Wow!

Sigh!

A huge earthworm with many teeth broke through the hard flagstone and emerged.

“Gunworm! oh my god!”

His mouth was spewing out an expression of astonishment, but his skilled body had already made a seal.

“Sink! [Sinkhole!]”

A spell cast at a critical moment without having time to gather water.

Thanks to this, the effect was much less than the original spell, but it was still very effective against the tunnel bugs that pierced the nearby floor and spewed out mutes.

As the ground supporting its massive body suddenly gave way, part of its long body sank into the groundwater.

“Geueee—-”

With a strange cry, all the nearby burrowing bugs fell into the ground, but Otman’s face was serious.

Pakak!

Pakak!

Pakak!

The sound of sharp teeth breaking through flagstones could be heard from the other side of the alley and from beyond an unknown building.

‘It’s an attack. ‘This is not a problem I can solve alone!’

So, he returns to the bar in a hurry, joins his group who are fully prepared to hear the screams that are already spreading through the city, and takes his place on top of the tallest building in the area, staging a sit-in protest against the crowd of mutes.

“Actual attack power is sorely lacking…”

Otman was very disappointed in his situation as he did not have proper attack magic.

“Kaaaa!”

Borka is somehow trying to block the mutes coming up the stairs.

“Inoom! “Even if the sun had just set…!”

Aldrich, a warlock, can only throw bottles of oil or push away those who come up with a long pole because the sun is still out in the sky.

“XEDihA! Lu! TOma! nEKAaaa!!!”

Every time Notum, who was the most active, shook the soul jar made of bone, the ankles of the mutes who were running around him were bent and they fell down.

After brushing them off, the remaining strong guys were barely able to stop them by sniping them one by one with Idrasil’s spirit arrows.

“Well… there are some strange spells.”

“Whoa whoa, it’s an intruder spell. “If anyone without permission enters the circle drawn with my blood, they will not be able to walk.”

“It’s the magic of the ancestors, so there are probably a lot of things that our generation has never heard of. “This area… seems like most people have deserted it.”

A werewolf approaches, covered in blood and drinking the church’s potion. Ottman agreed, but Notum and Aldrich shook their heads.

“at all. “I can feel a very familiar and terrible spirit near the castle walls.”

“Gwook. Rotten soul. “There are so many that I can’t count them all with the numbers I learned.”

“Undead. A large number of undead, including high-ranking undead, are coming. I think this raid was designed to attract those guys. As you know, aren’t the undead creatures that are attracted to life and death? “A place where life is dying in large quantities attracts the undead like a magnet.”

“I see… The Professor and Lucilla should join so we can decide whether to leave or not…” “

If it’s the Professor. “Isn’t it over there?”

At Otman’s regretful tone, Idrasil, who was standing precariously on the edge of the roof, pointed to the area near the castle wall.

“Oh oh! As expected, your eyes are much better than ours! Where are you! As long as it comes into my field of vision, it will use message magic…”

“There. “It’s a big, black, bloody monster.”

Otman cast a farsighted spell in the direction pointed by Idrasil’s finger.

When I brought my eyes to the cast object made of overlapping round water droplets, I was able to find the monster that Idrasil had spoken of.

This means that the monster was found.

“The professor. “You’re fighting a guy like that?”

“no. A necklace hung around the neck. The priest’s uniform that I briefly saw in the morning was hanging precariously on his waist. All the nearby trees are silent, so no further details can be ascertained, but based on the combination of visible features, it appears that the creature is either the warrior professor or the one who killed him and took his belongings. “With either one, we were able to confirm the location of the object we were looking for, so we let you know.”

“Bo Borka. “What do you think?”

“…I’m sorry, but I don’t have as good eyesight as elves. I can’t even tell by smell. “The scent of blood is so strong in that area that you can’t smell anything else.”

Ottman wanted to deny it. I already knew that the professor’s body was unique, but could a human being change that much?

However, no matter how I looked, I could see that the holy relic, which was clearly the light of Nelphia, the sacred relic of the church that I had looked at tirelessly throughout my travels, was fastened like a shackle around the monster’s neck.

“Of course.”

Aldrich spoke firmly to Ottman, who was confused.

“Judging by the echo of the soul, it is definitely a professor. However… it is in a very precarious condition.”

“Something got mixed up. Something shady. A poisonous thing. Something that deserves to be cursed. “The soul is polluted.”

Notum and Otman frowned and pulled down the ladder they had used to get up to the roof.

“I have to go.”

“To that place… “You mean?”

At a glance, this place appears to be the fiercest battlefield. In front of the castle gate, a sword light that appeared to be an aura was flashing and cutting out everything around it, and on the other side where the professor was… What on earth was going on

?

Houses and buildings were flying into the sky with a sound that shook the ground .

It was flying.

In a situation where even the undead who are said to be descending after them will join them. Stepping into that position is tantamount to suicide.

“If you’re just in a crisis. If I was at risk of death, I would have weighed my life and his life. But it’s not just death. A person whose soul is polluted cannot regain its original form even if it lives three lives. “As a spiritualist, this is a matter of faith.”

“I’m close with Professor Notum.”

However, the two men resolutely started heading down to the roof as if they would never turn back.

“I will leave the rest of the party’s residence to you. “Professor, when that friend is not around, you usually voice the most opinions.”

“I intend to go. The professor is also my student, so as a teacher, I cannot ignore him. However, Idrasil and Borka…”

“Anyway, a werewolf left alone in the empire without a group of warriors is just a slave without a master.”

“My godmother told me to learn from ‘him’, not from all humans. “It is clear that he said so with his intention, so it is not something I will easily dismiss.”

Everyone had their own reasons, but in the end, the group said they would go to great lengths to bring the professor back.

Otman felt ashamed of himself for hesitating even for a moment.

Sigh!

Otman gathered up the water on the floor and jumped onto it.

“If everyone has decided, there will be no need to delay. “Hurry up. If you do well, you might be able to save the professor before the main force of the undead rushes in.”

Kuu Woong-

Oatman hurriedly stepped on by looking at where the professor was in the shock sound.

-Grraaaa…..

From afar, an angry, death-like roar was echoing through the city.

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