On the 4th day, insomnia and body fatigue overlapped, and my face started to darken.
Now other workers are also reluctant to come close to Lennok.
The supervisor deliberately placed Lennok in a corner of the parts room out of sight and completely turned his attention away.
It seemed that the body, which would not be strange even if it died at any time, would collapse and prevent it from interfering with work time.
It was a rather good opportunity for Lennok, who deliberately tried to cause a commotion and get himself out.
After tinkering with the parts in moderation, I sneak up from my seat and move towards the hallway.
In the meantime, I made eye contact with a worker who was working with a blank face, but he just turned his head away as if he saw something he couldn’t see, and didn’t say anything.
Lennok quickly slipped out of the parts room as the supervisor swung his horsewhip with a flushed face.
The air that had been cramped was open and a cool breeze blew, and I felt that it was easier to breathe.
It would only be a matter of time before they get caught if they stay still.
Lennok’s staggering body pressed against the hallway wall and moved stealthily.
Old picture frames and broken window frames hanging intermittently in the hallway. From the dirty hardwood floor to the fan running loudly on one side… It doesn’t seem to have any special features, but that’s why it’s all the more strange.
This is because the game WORLD that Lennok was playing was a typical medieval fantasy world even until ver2.0.
Things get even more complicated if this world is different from the WORLD universe Lennok knew.
If it became impossible to use the knowledge of the game, it was as if the one hope Lennok had was gone.
Just thinking about it makes me anxious, but now that I think about it, there is no other way.
Shaking his head forcibly, Lennok continued down the filthy corridor, trying to remember the way.
Fortunately, Lennok’s memory was far beyond normal, so it wasn’t difficult for him to recall the way he had come.
Beyond simply remembering, it is also easy to accurately estimate the moment the corridor bends and adjust the distance to compose a three-dimensional space in your head.
You can predict the direction and space and estimate the scale of the factory just by looking at the shape of the hallway splitting.
Lennok didn’t walk for long, but the map of the factory was being completed in his head just by walking out of the parts room and walking down the hallways.
Continuing to walk down the hallway, at some point, an acrid smell stings my nose.
A smell that strongly stimulates the sense of smell and brain just by smelling it differently from a simple odor.
It is the scent of a highly addictive cigarette or a favorite item that matches it.
As Lennok slowed down his footsteps and moved a little further, a space opened up at the end of the hallway, revealing a small side door leading out of the factory.
Accompanied by acrid smoke, small voices flowed through the slightly open door.
Lennok found an ambiguous angle of view that would not immediately be visible even if the door was swung open, settled down and listened to the voices.
“The guys who came in this time were too slow. I don’t know if I can deliver on time because of this.”
“What are we going to do with the abandoned guys in the city? Even if you tap it, you have to make it faster. If you don’t make it on time, the chief may burn your forehead with a cigarette.”
“Fuck… I can’t stand that. The last time I was hurt, I was in pain and shed tears.”
Loud laughter erupted at the man’s thick curse.
From the conversations I heard, it seemed that the people chattering beyond the door seemed to be overseers similar to the furry giants.
“Why are union members so picky about time? Every time they come and fuck, the Chancellor says the number of times he fucks with us increases.”
“Have you not heard yet? You take the items made here and sell them to the warlocks.”
“what? Why do people the size of wizards need a shredder?”
Was the grinder being made here? Lennok, who had been confined to the parts room all day, had no idea what he was making.
‘Anyway, it seems that magic exists in this world. That’s a relief.’
It was an unfamiliar world, but without the existence of magic, Lennok’s talent would not have had any meaning.
Lennox let out a sigh of relief and listened again to the overseers’ conversation.
Another voice lowered its volume and answered the man’s absurd voice.
“Isn’t it obvious if a warlock buys a shredder? It must be used on corpses.”
“Damn it… I suddenly feel sick. I should smoke one more.”
“Bite in your mouth. I will light it for you.”
A thick hand holding a lighter could be seen through the crack in the door.
“The lighter is nice, but how much is it?”
“I recently bought it from Calvin & Cubs. It seems to work with magical powers.”
As he spoke, he pulled his thumb and a blue flame rose from the end of the lighter.
And a huge upheaval occurred inside Lennok, who was watching the series of processes.
A shock as if someone pulled a trigger in my head. It was a phenomenon that occurred when a new sensation that he had never known before stimulated his body and mind in the blink of an eye.
It was the sixth sense beyond the five senses, the third eye, and the second self.
The moment Lennok realized it, he recognized that this was the basic force that made up this world and the driving force that defined existence.
Even that it was always flowing all over the world and that he was just not aware of it until now.
Previously, Lennok had not even thought of himself as having such a talent, and his mind, weighed down by despair and pain from his long years at the factory, was suppressing his awakening.
However, the current Lennok was a completely different person, fully aware of the magical powers and mental talents in his body.
All it needed was a tiny trigger, like the spark from that lighter.
The shock of opening his eyes to magical powers stopped Lennok from all thinking, and he absentmindedly savored the moment of awakening.
The power flowing through this fragile body was his most important asset, weapon, and hope.
Lennok whispered softly, holding his thumb and forefinger together.
“light.”
Dig-!
As the magical power obtained from the chant overlaps with the thoughts that have arisen in Lennok’s head, he breaks through the realm of ideals and concepts and appears in reality.
It was magic.
Hwareuk!
Seeing the blue flame rising in his hand, Lennok faintly trembled.
A flame identical to that of the lighter shining through the crack in the door was dancing on his fingers.
Everything around him has changed, but the world magic he knows hasn’t changed.
For some reason, that fact alone seemed to give Lennok a little comfort. After that,
Lennok
overheard the conversations of the supervisors and escaped before being caught and returned to the parts room.
The supervisor of the parts room noticed that he was gone, and the road went wild, but fortunately, he was only beaten a few times.
Listening to what the workers around him were saying, it seemed that there were ugly rumors going around that he was looking for a place to die.
After emptying the dry porridge at once, I lay down and thought,
‘Three days are left until I come to collect the products from the cooperative.’
The supervisors chatted for a long time after lighting each other’s cigarettes, and Lennok was able to get useful information from it.
‘If union members come to the factory, of course supervisors’ surveillance will weaken… That’s the only chance.’
Lennok’s weak body couldn’t stand it if he delayed more than that.
Even in such a harsh environment, somehow maintaining a sane mind is only thanks to Lennok’s mental abilities he invested in.
However, no one knew if he would be able to maintain his current judgment and reason even after his body was completely destroyed.
Time is not on his side, but he is not without breakthroughs.
Lennok carefully pulled the covers over his head, turned to face the wall, and crouched down.
As I had done before, the moment I put my two fingers together and thought of a blue flame, a small light came to mind and began to softly illuminate the inside of the blanket.
“…”
Maybe it’s because I’ve tried it before. Now, I didn’t even need a chant to use magic.
Lennok stared at the light of that magical light, trying to bridge the gap between his knowledge of magic and reality.
In fact, Lennok knows nothing about the sense of moving mana or the art of using magic.
The horse musketeer character he played was just using magic by memorizing a chant as he instructed over the monitor, making a hand sign, and then designating an impact point with a gun and shooting it.
The kind of magic that Lennok now conjured by willpower, without chanting or handwriting, was of a kind he had never experienced before.
There is only one possibility that comes to mind. Could it be because of the magic-related abilities he raised to the limit when he created the character?
According to speculation, Lennok is actually implementing the magic that vaguely remains in his head into reality with only one talent.
The ability to use magic without knowing about beasts and spirits.
Lennok was realizing how absurd and extraordinary this was.
This talent can be properly combined with the various game knowledge he knows. It would not be impossible to grow rapidly in a short period of time.
If there is only one problem, even if the magic system of this world and the world’s magic system match, is Lennok’s knowledge of magic only half?
This is because the character who played in ver2.0 was able to use only a common magic system called ‘Dexter’ among magics because he faced the limitations of the horse musketeer job.
About the unique magic system ‘Sinister’ used by real wizards, I only saw and heard rumors about the same level as other players.
But for now, that was enough. Even in the common magic ‘Dexter’, there were many useful magics.
‘The true value of magic is not in its splendor or destructive power.’
If he hadn’t awakened his magical power, he would have had to roll his brain a bit more, but once he was able to use even the slightest magic, the difference was obvious.
The only thing left to do is start preparing for tomorrow.
Lennok, who extinguished the flame with a clenched fist, straightened himself and closed his eyes.
Severe insomnia is still haunting him, and it has been the fourth day since he repeatedly fell asleep and woke up.
I had already given up on getting a good night’s sleep without leaving this room, where the low snoring and stench mingled.
Lennok, who stayed up all night almost awake, continued to practice using magic, moving magic until the other workers woke up.
Unless he gets used to this sensation, Lennok has no future.
There was only one runway available to him, and he couldn’t even think of any other possibilities.
And it was he who made Lennok that way.
