Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (24)
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Coooooo!
The air shook as the two monsters clashed, and the shallow puddle of water on the floor bounced up as if it had been hit by a bomb.
The battle between the two was somewhat far from being seen as a battle fought by people who had honed martial arts and martial arts.
[Kaaaaaa!!]
Poop!
Knock knock!
The moment Hyde’s hook, looking for an opportunity, pierced the professor’s heart, the growing ribs became entangled and he held on to one arm and shouted,
“Boouuuung!”
Crack!
When the right arm, fully swollen, flies toward an opponent who has one arm suppressed, as if squeezing the air, the beast’s sharp teeth bite off the entire fist and block it.
Wow!
Taang!
“…Cough!”
[Ouch!]
The grip entangled in the bloody ribs crushed the chest and created a hole in the torso with just the strength of the grip, while the fingers of the fist blocked by the teeth opened and red bullets shot from the tip poured into the monster’s throat.
The two stagger back, each suffering from a gaping hole in their chest and a shock that makes their head pound.
It was not a human battle, but a fierce battle, as if two beasts were entangled and covered in blood. Both sides were carrying out reckless attacks, such as giving flesh and cutting bones, trusting a body that could not be seen as having been attacked by most attacks.
The problem is that one side has an unreasonable body that grows fat even if you give it away, and the other side has a body that doesn’t have a scratch no matter what you do.
“You have a body that shakes its head even if a blood shot is poured into the back of its neck. As expected from a Type 3 variant, he is outside of common sense.”
[I don’t think this is something a guy who can regenerate a 20cm diameter hole in his chest in the blink of an eye would say. The magic of Mute’s regenerating body. Isn’t he theoretically invincible?]
Wow!
Hyde complained as he blocked the professor’s surprise attack.
There is no time. The opponent not only has a body that grows like an amoeba, but also has a strange magic that absorbs all kinds of shocks and attacks the opponent with it, and even has a long-distance attack method.
You have to subdue such a guy within a limited time, but subduing him doesn’t end there.
In the end, the solution is to fix the mental state of being infected with a strange virus called [Mute Infection Agent].
‘Ugh, let’s think about it! If you were a shell, how would you have acted in the current situation? If you are Professor Park, if you have a crazy friend in front of you….’
Let’s calm down and do it the way he usually thinks.
First of all, who is your opponent?
‘It’s just a shell. That guy thinks he’s nothing more than a lump of data. I don’t know what trick he did, but it’s clear from the fact that I was brought here.’
Hyde defined the state of the professor and himself as being like ‘ghosts with their tails intertwined.’ Whether Hyde himself was suffering from a type of mental illness or was so influential that he forced autonomous behavior on Professor Park’s body while he was unconscious, he was a living being connected to the consciousness of Professor Park.
In the first place, if that guy who was squawking about being the original wasn’t the original, he wouldn’t have been brought here.
Then next. What is the current situation?
‘Hmm… virus? Malware infection?’
It’s ridiculously suspicious and has a lot to do with reality, but if you think about it from the perspective that GG is basically a game, this was a bit easy.
Professor Park, who has been completely eroded by the mental mechanism [Mute Infectious Agent] installed in the game by developer Andrey Gedroits, is behaving strangely.
‘A similar thing happened before when the infectious agent reached the area near the head. A severe desire for self-destruction. This is probably the behavior of the infectious agent, which seeks to drive out the remaining consciousness by reducing its vitality through injury if the host still has resistance even after taking over the entire body.’
So far, this is an understandable fact.
‘An NPC in the game noticed my conversation with my normal shell and pulled my consciousness into the game to cure him of some kind of mental disorder?’
Isn’t this the influence of hand-made skills being transmitted to the external body?
Although the Berserker potion that caused GG to fall into a lot of trouble is also something that the game system has influenced the spirit of reality. Still, it can be seen as something like an electronic drug used unintentionally, where the NPC manipulates the player’s mind of their own free will.
Broadly speaking, the game called GG, which is supposed to exist for the player, intervenes in the player’s state through its own autonomous will.
It’s not just about following the previously designed route, it’s about finding the most efficient target for players who are on the verge of complete breakdown.
Yes, it is the most efficient target.
‘…I feel strangely bad because it feels like someone planned it knowing it would end up like this from the beginning.’
Hyde knew what was most effective in the current situation and had the ability to implement it.
And in order to implement that method…
[You must be mentally and physically weak!!!]
In the end, as I said without thinking at first, I had to beat up the opponent thoroughly.
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Kkwajijijik!
Wow!
bang! bang! bang! bang!
“Huh huh huh huh huh!”
While the battle of tearing, breaking, bursting, and cutting continued several times.
As time passed, the two monsters were becoming accustomed to their respective bodies.
‘Shock is ultimately a type of flow. Energy is only dispersed but does not disappear, so if we can collect and use that flow…’
Chain of power. If you use the chain of power that reuses the returning shock a little more delicately. Perhaps, when this realization was completed, a power that circulated and amplified infinitely could be born.
Unfortunately, the sharp hooks that pierced his body were preventing that realization from continuing.
[Huh oh oh oh oh! You’re fighting a war of attrition with a low level wizard. Even with your body size, didn’t you think that you would need mana?]
I did think about it. From when the blood armor covering every inch of the body became unstable during battle. If I had somehow run away and wasted time, I might have been able to win… but
…!
Even now, I couldn’t stop rushing forward with the urge to pull out my hair.
‘The output… was insufficient.’
As much as he got used to this body, Hyde also got used to it. Believing that the durability was so strong that it made no sense from common sense, he only forced the attack without any defensive or evasive action.
Seeing that it was persistently targeting the Blood Armor, it seemed that it was aware of its lack of mana through its main body’s memories. In the end, the mana ran out and the black carapace still remained, but it was much weaker than the mutant body, so it was impossible to defeat it with only regenerative power and physical strength.
Dragging –
The result was the current appearance of the limbs being tattered and being dragged on a hook like a piece of cheap meat. In the words of a sore loser. The reality is that if your body seems to have regenerated even a little, it is mercilessly torn apart by claw-like nails.
“Hehehehehehe….”
It felt more relieved than sad.
[Smile? Hey, I know you’re not in a good condition, but please try to stay calm and hold on. If it’s not a thought infection but something truly crazy, then it shouldn’t be done.]
“I guess this is the difference between the original and the copy. “There is no way a fake product can beat the real thing.”
[Nimi. Even digging alone is a work of art. Isn’t this a natural result? This body is the greatest masterpiece I have ever seen in my short life. It is not a type 3 variant that came out of trauma or something, but a soul that was honest with its own will until the last bit of it in the storm of Orpheus that wears away all living beings. It means that the body is like the essence. This is the essence of Professor Park as a human being. This is you. It’s not that hideous appearance.]
“….That’s sophistry. Didn’t I say earlier that I was the original? then. “Where does the difference between that and now come from?”
[….what. People have many possibilities, right? The heroic appearance at that time was the end of Professor Park, who carried countless lives on his back. What it looks like now… It looks like the waste that had been accumulating inside it has been brought to the surface by an infectious agent. You were originally incredibly altruistic, but you lacked a lot of self-love. I was lonely enough to create an imaginary friend like me, who was my refuge in my most desperate moments.]
“I can’t believe you lack self-love. I? “Am I the one who put bullets into the heads of countless survivors just to save my own life?”
[Have you tried to commit suicide many times? Each time, the feeling of debt for your parents’ sacrifice was what stopped you. Admit it, dude. You are completely psychotic. Just like other wasteland people do. Memories don’t disappear, they pile up like snow. If you make a snowman out of asphalt, black snow will appear at the bottom. This means that just because the surface is white, the black stuff inside does not disappear. The infection agent is the negative part hidden in your normal part that was inflated and forcibly brought out.]
This is the philosophy of Hyde, who has observed the roller coaster-like process of changing consciousness in a person’s life from beginning to end. It was.
‘Maybe…. The black death that encouraged the violence of primitive tribes in World 1, the undead in World 2, and the mute infection agent in World 3. Maybe they were all designed for that role. I don’t know why that person put that program into the game.’
Hyde seemed to know something, but unfortunately he didn’t have time to focus on it right now.
Whoa!
Hyde roughly threw my battered body on the sofa and then ran his hands through the memories that were scattered around it.
“Now… what are you going to do with me? Are you planning to kill me and reset my memories to 4 months ago?”
[Say something that makes sense, dude. If it were such a simple system, the best engineers in existence wouldn’t have been stuck with your head and connector for over 60 days. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but is there a way to really cool down the guy who gets angry when he looks in the mirror?]
Clap clap clap clap.
Hyde, who was hunched over and wading through glass-like memories, picked up a strange memory whose color was different at a glance and returned to the professor’s side.
“…What is that?”
[approximately. A part of the memory you don’t have.]
“….Two months ago?”
[okay. If I really thought you were a clone, I wouldn’t be able to reject you, right? The only memory I have is the original, which you don’t have~ Only the original! I have it!]
Gulp.
Even in this state of complete disrepair, the professor found himself feeling an intense desire for it. My head was pounding in a corner and I felt like I wanted to destroy it right away, but my desire to recover was much stronger than that.
[Ah, do it. It won’t be that long. Editing memories is a very dangerous thing. I tried to touch my memory a little bit before, but I had to sleep for almost two months just by putting aside an insignificant memory. It felt like I was opening my head with my own hands and performing brain surgery. Even without knowing anything about medicine.]
“Then what now?”
[Right now, once you’re done, all you have to do is go back out and tighten the right ventricle like a machine and make the intestines gurgle. That’s something you have to do without it coming to the surface of your consciousness. It is something that must be assimilated into the body as it is truly embedded in the unconscious.]
A fragment of memory with a small light fluttering. After hesitating for a moment, the professor opened his mouth, and Hyde popped it in with his finger.
Took!
[Luckily, you can just feed it. Because it was a memory, I thought I should open the lid and shove it in my head.]
Gurgling!
Hyde muttered as he looked at the black space shaking greatly with the lightning.
[….Promised 2 months ago. It’s a little different, but I kept it. Shell.]
The professor did not hear what Hyde said. Because a wasteland filled with radiation and heavy drinking clearly unfolded in his mind.
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