Chapter.4 Eyelids (10)
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Slurp crackle
“This is all broken too. “This side looks a little okay… Oh, there’s one.”
As with all things in the world, what seemed like a perfect plan always had problems popping up one by one when it was properly implemented.
‘If it went according to the original plan, I would just have to exercise until I die…’
At first, everything went according to plan. After lifting about 50, I would roll around on the floor foaming at the mouth from the pain of regeneration, and when I recovered and got up, the exercise equipment I was lifting felt much lighter, so I would add weight.
If there was something I overlooked, it was that these infectious agents were less tenacious than I thought.
I repeat the same process for about six hours, but I still feel the same pain, but even after recovering, I don’t have the strength to lift the device.
‘It could be a stamina problem. Just because a person is strong doesn’t mean they can maintain the same strength. Even with the help of infection agents and Mutation Blood’s unique stamina, Mute Blood, this seems to be the limit. It doesn’t feel like my muscle growth is going up as fast as I thought.’
If there is no need to increase the exercise load according to the endurance limit of 120, you should see significant muscle growth just by lifting 3 kg pink dumbbells. However, as I did it, I started to feel it automatically, and since I didn’t increase the weight, it didn’t put a strain on my body.
‘There must be some mechanism I don’t know about. This kind of bug made it impossible to play, or um… the glass body is strong against pulling and stretching forces, so that may have prevented the destruction of muscle cells.’
So now that there was time left, the professor was searching the Mandalius Mansion.
The professor put all the various kinds of fish, dried fish, seaweed, shellfish that still looked fresh, and a small bottle of flour that he got at the restaurant in a torn curtain and carried it over his shoulder.
‘It reminds me of when I was farming in the beginning of the wasteland.’
It was a time when we had already run out of food, but we went around collecting everything that was difficult to produce, such as windows, building materials, furniture, and vehicle parts. At that time, there were many people who had just died, so type 2 mutants were roaming around wherever they went. The situation was very similar, as there were still mutes roaming around outside and there might even be a few inside this mansion.
‘If you look closely, this game itself is very similar to our reality. World 1 black spot rot. Those affected by this disease become aggressive towards other tribes. World 2’s undead crisis. If you die from the undead, you become undead, so you can also consider this a contagious disease. And World 3’s Mutation Blood. ‘This can be seen as almost the same disease, except for the pathogen’s mechanism of action.’
Is all of this really a coincidence? Even the content of the game, where the world becomes like this and the only one who survives and becomes the link to the world, is like this?
[If you clear everything, I will invite you to the headquarters.]
For some reason, I felt like I could see why so many groups were pouring money into supporting rankers.
Even as he was thinking, the professor was quietly moving around the mansion, constantly looking around.
– Noru Drug: Oh my, my professor is so good at getting rid of it without making a sound~
– Jokass: What did I say? You said that people who live alone in the wasteland are either crazy or crazy enough to beat up crazy people. Don’t you get a sense of angle just by watching him play games? Quick hands, quick sense, quick head turn. That’s not an ordinary guy?
– takealook: It takes less than 2 minutes to go into the restaurant, check all the cupboards, get what you need, and come out. Even though there were all kinds of wood chips and marble shards scattered on the floor, it didn’t make a single sound.
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Oh, look at it being brushed off cleanly. It’s so fucking comfortable. This is healing.
Community people the same as usual. A window of knowledge that knows most of what I don’t know.
“Hmm… Speed Wagon?”
– Speed Wagon: Why.
“….no.”
– Speed Wagon: It’s bland.
The professor was able to capture in his heart the questions that were constantly rising within him.
‘I shouldn’t think that I alone know this secret. I’m not the only one playing realistic mode, and someone has definitely experienced something like this.’
However, there has never been a post in the community saying that GG is closely related to reality or that there is anything suspicious.
‘It’s probably one of the two. Either GG filters out such posts, or… a group that notices something is taking action as soon as such posts are posted.’
There is no way that Dome, which has a dedicated team dedicated to researching GG 24 hours a day, would not be aware of this fact. However, it means that Dom’s research team, which shares most of the research results on GG, is hiding this one thing…
The professor shook off the continuing thoughts.
‘This isn’t something I care about. It’s like the darkness of destruction. What do I do knowing that? If you just say you know something like this, you’re likely to become a target.
Considering the circumstances and the unusually high death rate of GG broadcasters, the answer was to just forget this information.
“Wooooh….”
Thump thump thump.
‘Mute! Toward the central staircase on the first floor!’
Sasasak!
As soon as I thought, my body reacted. I tied the bundle I had packed with my belongings tightly to my body so it wouldn’t shake, then lowered my body as much as possible and moved quietly.
From the moment I started playing the game, I was afraid of scratching my feet, but now I’ve almost mastered this aspect. Perhaps because his strength increased, he was able to wander around the mansion without making a sound even with his increased weight.
‘If you think about it, even cats and wild animals weigh over 250kg. The point is whether you have enough strength to support your weight while lowering your posture and moving smoothly so that your center of gravity does not move too much.’
The professor, who often moves this way in real life, was reminded of how much physical strength is required for stealthy maneuvers, and once again experienced the effectiveness of muscle strength.
– Highway Nacho Man: Professor, what are you looking for now? Seeing as there are rooms I don’t look around, I guess there is a goal?
“Yes. “I looked around and saw that most of the mutes have destroyed everything, so there’s nothing much to save, but shouldn’t I stop by the Count’s room at least once?”
Actually, I was secretly looking forward to it as I climbed up. If it’s a count’s mansion, like the bomb shelter in Area 45, you can just grab whatever you can get your hands on, because it’s all valuable. You can make quite a lot of money just by putting them one by one in your inventory, which only has four spaces.
But when I got up there, I realized that the mansion was almost completely destroyed. On the 1st and 2nd floors, almost all of the exterior walls were blown away, so the outside was clearly visible, and the hallways inside the mansion were all completely destroyed, probably because the big guy had been scratching them all, without even a single valuable item. There was even soot here and there, so it looked like there had been a fire.
“Still, the third floor still remains in good shape. Hmm, it looks like this place?”
At first glance, it is a door with colorful reliefs that opens on both sides, unlike other doors.
Clap, clap, clap!
“Oh my… is it locked?”
After briefly checking to see if there were any mutes nearby, the professor twisted the locked handle with all his might.
Kwasik!
“aha! “It’s open!”
The professor dropped the broken doorknob next to him, opened the door, and entered the Count’s room. The Count’s room was truly… beyond the professor’s imagination.
“Waaaa…
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Wow…
– Jokass: Iyaaaaa…
– Namba Three: Huuuuu…
– Speed Wagon: ….That’s dog hair.
It is clean. If it weren’t for the fluffy carpet that was spread all over the floor, it was a room so empty that it could be said to be a monk’s residence rather than a count’s room. As if nothing had been there to begin with, there were traces of tearing or something hanging here and there.
“Did you take all that out in that mess?”
It’s so absurd, really. Judging from Roman’s urgent tone, the wizards must have been in a very urgent situation. In that case, it would mean that while the other wizards were fighting the Mutes, they brought their servants up and took all their valuables.
“This… even though it looks undignified, in a way it can be said to be truly noble…”
The professor, who once again suppressed the perception of the Count hitting rock bottom with nowhere else to go in his heart, was left empty and empty. I searched the empty room. I looked through it just in case, but there wasn’t anything left that was worth money. The only thing that remained were research records with slightly scorched marks.
“I can’t believe this wizard left behind the most important research records and kept only those that made money. Wizard Isaac, why do you only tell ghost stories about waves and waves?”
At a glance, it looked more like the count’s personal records than research records.
The professor was looking through the research records in the basement, thinking they might contain similar content, when a familiar name caught his eye.
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…..Subject No. 15, Professor. From a fallen noble family. A situation where the infection has spread throughout the body and cannot be cured even with the power of divine power. It has several unique features. It may be that the research results so far can be put to good use. A low-level mercenary from a mercenary guild with no family and almost no affiliation. Even if I die while researching, I don’t think there’s any need to do anything else.
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“If I really meet you, you will die by my hands.”
I was a little angry, but most of the content up to this point was already known.
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….It appears that he is closer to Charlotte de Agaat than expected. Third visit today. Refusing treatment as an excuse also has its limits. I guess I’ll have to contact the tower and take action.
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“Hmm. It seems that the Reed Flow school has a greater influence on the political world than expected? “To the extent that I can influence the mission of the first knight of the kingdom…”
This is information worth remembering. The Reed Flow School has ties to the political nobility of the Kingdom of Rodrik.
Judging by the experiment they did on me, I think the Readflow school is very passionate about the type of experiment that people might not be very happy to know about.
In order to cover up such corruption, it would have been better to join hands with those in power.
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A communication came in from a scouting party outside the city. After hearing that the mutes were moving again, the signal from the crystal ball was cut off, so it seemed like they were closer than I thought.
This is an opportunity. Even at this urgent moment, the aristocrats in the capital are talking nonsense about needing to reduce the budget for research and giving too much authority to the Reed Flow school. What if Turan falls? Would he be able to say something like that even if the threat of Mute was right around the corner?
Those pigs should feel a little more threatened. Just as our order’s influence grew when Moludic Castle and Pelas fell, if we give them a little more of a shock, Reed Flow will be able to fully establish itself as the political and magical center of Rodric’s kingdom. Turan, which has lost all its troops, can be handed over in return. It would be worth it just to instill awareness among the nobles.
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….This is some serious stuff.
“The nobles of Roderick’s Kingdom are also rotten. In this situation, there are people who want to reduce mute research costs, or people who throw civilians in a city as mute food to increase research costs. It will be much easier later if Roderick holds on for a while. “I don’t know if I can last until the final scenario starts like this.”
I knew Count Mandalius was a bad guy, but I never expected him to be this much trash. It was disguised as a warning or something, but in the end, wasn’t a city blown up to further increase the power of the Reed Flow school?
“You can imagine it even without seeing it. “He was an insignificant wizard who was quietly studying in a tower, but when two cities flew by in front of him, he was suddenly treated as a very important person and was given a noble title, so he must have rolled his eyes.”
The professor also read the records behind it. He has research records about himself and has organized his valuables in advance. If he goes out too safely, he may be seen, so he plans to make a dramatic escape, and even plans to set fire to the remaining mansion to destroy evidence.
‘If Roman wasn’t there, I would have died too.’
It was obvious why the fire did not spread. Since it is the mansion of a water magician who is crazy about water, there must have been water everywhere. In the hallway, each vase was filled with water and the air was humid. Is there any way you can just set fire to a house like that and get away with it?
The professor carefully folded Count Mandalius’ records and placed them in his inventory.
I couldn’t find the valuables I was thinking of, but I felt like I found something more useful.
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Tuk.
“good. “There is no problem at this level.”
The professor pulled his arm back and held it out towards the wall at a slightly faster pace.
widely!
A slightly numb feeling. However, there was no functional problem.
“good. Still holding on. Then just a little more…”
The professor pulled his arm again and punched the wall as if he was hitting someone.
Pow!
Misread!
“Ugh! this. “Isn’t this enough?”
It’s been 8 days since I started training in the Count’s basement. The professor, who had finished today’s exercise a little early, was testing exactly how strong his body was.
Tduduk eudeuk!
The professor muttered quietly as he put the broken bone back in place.
“If the power I can produce right now is 100, is it around 6 or 7? “I think I can only withstand that much shock.”
– Highway Nacho Man: I can’t feel it? How much is that?
“Hmm… if I had to compare it, would I say it is the body of an osteoporotic person in his 70s?”
The increased durability of 30 thanks to the infection was clearly felt. Now, if you walk around carefully, there will be no major problems in your daily life.
“The durability is okay. Next is strength…”
Hmm. Do you mind if I try this?
Over the past eight days, there have been dramatic changes in the professor’s body. Before I knew it, I had grown about 20cm taller, well over 210cm, and my entire body had gained muscle, making me even bigger than before. The growth of strength had started to stagnate at some point, so I was trying to check to what level I had become stronger now.
[The habit of self-harm still persists? Giggling. Even if you hit it gently, you’ll have problems, so wouldn’t it be incredibly painful if you hit it with all your might? Do you enjoy pain?]
Disgusting scent. A more disgusting voice.
‘…I guess I promised to shut up if I won.’
[So you’ve been quiet for the past 5 days, right? You never set a deadline for your promise?]
Another change was this guy. The guy who seemed dead for a while came out a few days ago and started talking to the professor.
[Is there really a need to check strength that way? You can recognize it later when an enemy appears.]
‘But what if the enemy is stronger than me? ‘You need to understand your own combat power so that you can decide whether to react or retreat when you accidentally encounter an enemy.’
[Well expert! After all, what you just know and what you actually experience are different!]
After I recovered from my mental breakdown, this time, this guy was really getting on my nerves.
‘Let’s ignore it. I don’t think there is. There’s nothing that guy can do anyway. My body is completely under my control.’
“Hmm!”
After catching his breath, the professor swung his fist as hard as he could at the wall in front of him.
-Quaaaaaang!
“Kaaaaaaak!”
The impact was enough to shake the entire underground building. The professor, who fell down in terrible pain immediately after the blow, looked alternately at the completely shattered wall as if it had been hit by a bomb, and at the arm that had been completely torn off and blown away behind him. I was able to guess how much of a reaction it was to have my shoulder ripped off.
“…is it strong?”
– Soy Sauce Gay Bar: Isn’t this a joke?
[It’s amazing!]
‘Oh, please.’
In front of the professor, he saw an illusion of a guy waving his hands in excitement, wondering what felt so good.
‘Hey parasite, if I’m living on someone else’s body, can’t I just stay still?’
[But it’s fun! A person whose arm flies off every time he gets hit! Even in your memories, there was no such unusual being! Have fun! Seeing the world through your eyes, everything you try to do, and all the sensory experiences you feel are all new to me! Ah, I want to move too. Can’t I just lend you my body for just one day? please! I’ll write it well and return it to you! Anyway, you’re just using it right now!]
‘….Disgusting bastard.’
Although he was acting like a friend, he hadn’t given up yet.
“We have to get rid of this guy somehow… Should I say this is similar to being possessed by an evil spirit? Should I go to the temple and receive the sacrament?”
After examining the broken arm a few times, the professor decided that it would be faster to make a new one rather than attach it, so he threw the arm away and went into the bathtub.
“Ugh, it smells fishy.”
The bathtub was filled with fresh mute blood, as if it were the first day I came here. Two days ago, the solution started to smell rotten, so I threw it all away, then secretly went out at night and kidnapped two grade 8 mutes that were wandering alone.
“Both the results of the experiment and what I felt when I picked up this mute. One thing is certain.”
[What?]
In response to the parasite’s question, the professor frowned for a moment and then spoke.
“I have no choice but to develop this body into a grappler.”
The professor was thinking back to when he came across Mute last night and reflexively snapped his neck instead of swinging the weapon he had prepared.
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