I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

114 – Verbs (12)

Refreshingly, like soap bubbles rising, like clouds flowing, memories floated softly and lightly. The memory stuck to me wetly like fallen leaves in the rain. The corpse of someone I had seen before, already too late, came to mind and choked me.

The large amount of blood flowing from the hole Stella had made looked like rain. It tracked down and soaked the earth. If it were the blood of a wicked person, it would have been warm, but she was not a wicked person, but a star. Therefore, the flowing blood became not warmth, but coolness that killed warmth.

Has it been said that when you get too much shock, you become cold-hearted? I was like that too. When I had to rush over and check on her, I rolled my eyes and checked her condition. I did my best to look at the possibility of her life left to her. Fortunately, he was still breathing, and his eyes were rolling normally.

But that doesn’t mean my mind is running normally, my insides are still stuffy and my heart is beating fast.

I remembered her corpse that I had seen in the past. At that time, she had a hole in her belly like she does now. Blood gushed out of it like inexhaustible springs, and damp viscera flowed out. It was a terrible pink, quite different from what I had seen when feeling her naked.

I’m sure it was Stella who had the hole in it, but somehow I felt like I had a hole in it too. I felt like I was bleeding. I thought this was empathy.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t empathy.

It’s just my own pain.

It is not pain made out of pity, but pain made out of solidarity. The bond between me and her is so deep, the connected thread is as long as the time engraved in the stars, and that is why the pain is created.

It is the pain that comes from fear that the blood will fall between me and her, creating a crack again, like rainwater falling on a rock and creating a crack.

“Hmm…”

For a moment, Stella and I met eyes. I was bleeding so much that I thought my vision was still blurry. However, as if he had managed to notice me, he smiled brightly.

Seeing that smile, the blood and memories in her head went down for a moment. My slightly confused head cleared. It was the faint starlight that tore through the night.

“It’s a serious wound?! Wait a minute. I’ll cast a healing spell on you.”

Innis hurriedly pulled out her wand.

Well, the current situation is not the time to be consumed by pain. Only now did I feel an association with Innis. If you add up the days of her life, of course there will be more of me, but now she is more mature than me.

I turned my head and brushed off my thoughts for a while. It is important to erase the corpse you once saw in your head and not create a corpse to see now.

I raised my finger. It was something a bird could fly in and sit on, a butterfly could fly in and sit on.

Just like a flower blooms from a finger that has been pinned like that.

A butterfly flew away.

The butterfly resembled the cherry blossoms shining on a spring night, the azalea in the field where children played, the red trail that bloomed in the Milky Way, and the blood that flowed from my body.

The butterfly fluttered and circled in Stella’s eyes as if courting. The butterfly that danced like that landed on her once and then left.

Then Stella put on a more relaxed expression.

It twisted her senses and temporarily erased her pain.

Morbe, I will use your heritage well.

I let out a sigh of relief when the demonic power of chaos I tried for the first time succeeded. Following her will to get rid of her death, I kept her away from her death, so isn’t a good thing a good thing?

Following this, Innis’ healing magic reached her.

When her magic, resembling sunlight shimmering in the sea, touched the ugly wound, it gradually healed.

“Stella… Stella… Are you okay?”

“Ugh, ugh… It’s okay.”

With the healing magic still in place, Wiz and Innis carefully leaned Stella against a nearby tree.

When the bleeding stopped like that, Innis let out a sigh of relief. Wiz stroked Stella’s cheek with a pitying look, as if she was still worried about her.

“I… I’m sorry… If only I had been a little more conscious…”

“No, this is about it, I’ve been through it before.”

“Don’t lie to me…! You’ve never been seriously injured… And have no scars!”

Of course, the story of that wound must have been a story from a previous life. Memories of that world that only Stella and I would share. When Stella regained her complexion, I asked Wiz.

“What happened? If something happened to the Holy Knights, why would they be so reckless that they couldn’t heal?”

“Huh? Anyone who knows Iba… Ah! A candidate for a hero!”

If Innis remembered seeing their faces, he quickly identified them.

“This is why… You can’t hide your identity…?”

“Don’t be shy, just talk properly.”

Stella grinned at me, and I frowned at her in return. Again Another last thing came to mind. I remember the last time I saw her smile.

Just when I was seriously injured while wielding the omnipotent power of ‘The Curse of Impossible Regeneration’ and had to recuperate, Spica left me at that time.

The Curse of Impossible Regeneration is literally a curse that prevents regeneration. In other words, regardless of natural regeneration or artificial healing, all new flesh is denied.

In other words, it means that it is a curse that will definitely lead to death from excessive bleeding even if there is only a scratch.

Of course, if you use magic to turn back time or cut out the injured part and turn it into a mechanical device, you won’t die. However, the former was almost legendary, and the latter incurred too much replacement and maintenance cost.

Not long after I got that power, I was treated like a kind of plague. An object of awe and disgust, to be avoided rather than confronted.

But unfortunately, the target did not reach my person.

Spica was feared, but not awe. Unlike awe, fear can be defeated by working together.

While I was in the middle of healing my wounds, Spica received a request. I forgot the exact details of the request, but I remembered that it was a very salty request.

I stopped her because I was uneasy about her request, whose pay was too good for her level of difficulty.

But for some reason she was stubborn and didn’t listen to me.

We had a big fight for a while because of this.

How much was that?

‘I’ll be back. Iba. Then… Let’s go buy a book together when we get back later.’

It was to the extent that she responded silently to the woman who kissed her lips on the back of my hand like a prince in her fairy tale.

And three days later, one of the mercenaries I knew came running and told me the news. A mercenary group called the ‘decrepit sea’ dug a trap.

That trap was a request from Spica, and he said he would destroy my mercenary corps and weaken the asymmetric force.

I got up as if possessed, and led my sick body to the site I saw as the place of request.

But it was too late.

What was around was a vast wilderness and a vast pile of corpses.

So, after I was born, I was the first person to be kind, the first person to tell me about friendship, the first person to tell me a novel, the first delicious meal, the first house, the first person I loved, and yet the person I loved the most. I saw a human corpse.

It was through the words of an acquaintance that she realized that the reason she insisted on this request was to buy a birthday present for me to come after a while.

It was contradictory.

I wanted to be with her, but I left her last conversation the worst.

She wanted to make me laugh, but she ended up giving me the most sadness.

In the end, it was all greed.

I just needed to be with you, but I was greedy in many ways. It was said that people have as many things they want to give as much as they want to receive. It was because I thought that if I thought of happiness once, it would come naturally.

After she died, life after her was not like life.

Just a continuation of revenge, obligatory orphanage service. I didn’t have any money to spend, and I only spent money for cutting people’s flesh and growing people’s flesh.

Now that I think about it, what a foolish life it was.

I had to shake off death, but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t sleep properly because I was afraid that the dead would appear in my dreams.

I thought I had shaved it off, but I hung on to it all my life.

Seeing Stella’s slander brought back memories of her. I am a human too. Looking at the lid of the pot reminded me of a turtle, it was only a wound that reminded me of death.

After a brief flashback, Wiz was explaining the situation to us.

“Woke up this morning…”

“Wait, not there. Just tell me how you got this wound.”

I cut it off for a while because it seemed like it would be a story with a very long history.

Wiz nodded her head and started talking again.

“Over there… I fought demons… One of those demons was disenchanted… So while we were fighting… Stella came to me… Guard, approach… Like this… Ugh.”

Wiz covered his mouth as if he was feeling nauseous. She had said before that she hated blood, but she overcame that hatred and seemed to have brought Stella here. They say love overcomes hate, and that’s exactly what happened.

“One of those demons? How many more are there?”

Innis asked in surprise. His expression was tense and stiff. There was also a slight anger.

With this, I’m sure there are devil worshipers here, and I’ve succeeded in summoning the devil as well.

“Yeah… Probably demons of extortion, growth and retention… I’ve knocked down two of them… Only one extortion remains…”

Even three.

The names all sounded familiar. These are demons that also appeared in the original story.

Because two of them were defeated first, they were candidates for the hero. If it weren’t for the demon of extortion, I’d have defeated all three.

“Three, three?!”

Inis asked in surprise. Wiz nodded her head.

“There’s still… Extortion left… And that goddamn worshiper… And we can’t let him go…”

Wiz gritted his teeth and glanced at Stella. Would be worried I understand.

Above all, the body is not a horse. The eyes were slightly haggard. He was also thin. It is one of the signs of depletion of mana. Any further engagements now meant death.

“Well, then I’ll go! I…”

“No, Innis. Stella’s wounds haven’t healed yet. This is a forest right now, and if you do something wrong, infection will occur and it will become inflamed. Bugs can enter.”

When Innis was burning with her passion, I stopped her.

“I’ll go alone.”

“Now, it’s dangerous to be alone for a second!”

“Stella did it, so why can’t I?”

I bent her knees for a moment and kissed the back of Stella’s hand.

“…Ah.”

“Oh?!”

“… Huh?”

It was one of many passwords that only she and I knew. It was a signal for the two of them.

“I’ll be back, Stella. Let’s go buy a book together when we get back later.”

Hearing this, she smiled.

“What are you talking about unnervingly…”

“It’s an anxious horse, so I have to change it. From now on, it can become a horse of hope.”

The uneasy will was supposed to be given as a promise.

“Do you know where it is?”

“Of course I know.”

Her hands were stained with blood from her.

“Because you told me.”

As she touched her mouth with her hand, she remembered the scent of blood. Her sense of smell, sensitized by her manipulation of her body, caught the arrow like an invisible line.

I moved her feet toward the line without hesitation.

**

She was able to reach her easily because she followed her bloodline like that. A suspicious-looking joint appeared. It was a fairly complicated road, but there was no problem as there was a clear scent and red traces.

I strode into it. I wondered what would happen if I pulled out the back, but fortunately it was still there.

One suspicious person with a nail in the head.

The devil behind him.

A giant finger in the shape of a scythe. As if scraping it away, as if taking it away, it was intended to scar people and steal their flesh. Stealing, harvesting, cutting, gathering, a shape specialized for such uses.

I could tell enough that it was a demon of extortion.

“Oh, you didn’t run away?”

I wonder if there is still work left to do here after summoning so many demons? The Devil Worshiper rose from his seat and raised a scythe that suited the demon behind him.

Then he stared at me. I turned my eyes away from him for a moment and looked around.

The inside of the huge common was like a kind of altar. There was a lot of human sacrifice, and the blood was swollen. The thick smell of blood stung his nostrils.

The place we reached after following Stella’s reverberation is in front of the devil.

Thinking of that made me laugh out loud.

It was like that in my previous life too.

Chasing after her traces, the incense she left for me, the vengeance and anger, I went to the devil with her feet.

To avenge her, an acquaintance of those who were avenged burned the orphanage to get revenge on me. And I grabbed a spear and a sword to get revenge on those who came to take revenge on me.

And then he succeeded in revenge.

The unfortunate aspect is that the enemy also succeeded in taking revenge on me.

In a word, it was a friendship. I gifted his heart with an inexhaustible source of blood, and he gifted my body with an unquenchable flame.

The same things went ugly after each other.

Now that I think about it, I really felt like an idiot.

After chasing Stella’s reverberation, I walked into hell with my own feet.

Still, I don’t regret it.

However, it was a bit lamentable that I couldn’t proudly tell the story of my heroic feat in front of her grave after filling it with flowers.

But now I don’t have to.

You can speak directly in front of the living person.

So, you should come back alive now.

I looked back at him. Nothing else was said. He is the slayer and I am the intruder. He’s trying to kill me and I have to come back alive.

No words were needed. I was half crazy and he was crazy, I could understand without words.

They had the intent to kill each other.

The worshiper rose from his seat and approached me. In his hand was a scythe resembling a staff. A finger moved behind him. With just that, half of the mana I had was gone.

Of course, it didn’t make much sense. I usually use all my magic power to suppress my regeneration, so taking half of a drop of water only made the droplet smaller.

If you’re going to take it, it’s better to take it from the dam.

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Perhaps realizing this, the demon also came towards me. It seemed to me that he was going to harvest my throat with his fingers.

I didn’t look away.

Look at the non-human in front of me.

Look at that creeper that crawls on the ground. Look at that thing wriggling its fingers as if it were leaving me in the sky. Look at those non-humans who have taken so many lives and come to take them to me too.

I quietly closed my eyes and put a thousand dollars that was still boiling in my mouth.

“【Set】”

The fire that had been boiling quietly jumped like an active volcano. It rocked violently and stimulated my sense of inferiority.

That’s how I loaded the magic and the curse.

“【】”

There is no narrative to this. Of course. It’s my story Bondi is the story of my life itself, allowed only to me. It is on a different level from magic that borrows other people’s lives to talk about. In other words, on a different level. Their stories that I read and accepted in writing are different from my own experiences. It’s different from those narratives.

“【Blood, don’t stop】”

Contrary to that, I hoped the bleeding would stop. May no more blood flow on this land, may the blood of all my loved ones not wet the ground.

May the blood of those things flow on their behalf, and may it flow and raise the temperature of the world. Let the temperature of the people of the world rise.

The color of blood flowed through his heart and gradually spread throughout his body.

And then, again, I opened my hand as if I had sent the butterfly away. Two wings rose. Whether it was a butterfly, the Milky Way, a ephemera, a twig, or a flower, it was the wings.

The wings took a new shape again.

With a spear sitting down in his right hand, and a sword sitting down in his left hand.

In the form of the main armament I wielded in the past.

I heard the devil’s power to catch the devil. It was my strength after all.

This is my strength.

It was life.

It looks gorgeous on the outside, but there’s nothing special about it.

Therefore, no special action was required.

I held the sword and spear as it was, and lifted it as it was.

I took a step forward towards the demons and worshipers running towards me.

And,

I just hit it.

This was enough.

It was like this when I captured Morbe, and it was like this when I destroyed a mercenary group before.

Only one slash. One drop. But two slashes, two winds.

It was a slash, but it was more like a plane than a line.

The line drawn by the blade is so huge that it looks like a plane.

One and two drawn with two blades, line and plane.

A contradictory slash has transcended number and dimension.

The strongest is, after all, the simplest.

Kwaaang!!!!

I filled the cavity with a huge sound. Like a wise woman who filled the room with candlelight, I dominated the space like a bay with a single swing.

Thus, I coiled around the demon and wielded it as a human.

In the end, I agreed.

Devils and people had the same meaning to me.

After all, what matters is what he does.

The demon in front of me turned into dust as a demon. I was born as a demon and acted as a demon, so I died like this.

The huge fingers that would endlessly exploit mana split like infinity and scattered like swarms of insects. He couldn’t even reproduce it, so this must have been the ending presented to him.

Even that great being eventually disappeared after being defeated by the skills of a third-rate mercenary like me. This is why the world is unpredictable.

On the other hand, the hand of the worshiper below was cut off. He seemed to have misadjusted the angle of the slash.

He, who should have had great ambitions, is also going to be killed by a third-rate mercenary with simple ambitions.

“…Unbelievable.”

“That’s the first sentence? He has no personality.”

I don’t have much personality. The worshiper said so and fell to his knees. I approached him

He raised the spear again. A bloody spear made of insects.

“Oh no!”

He shouted, raising his severed hand. It seemed that he had shown such an automatic defense mechanism of defending himself by raising his palm.

I didn’t stop because it wasn’t a slash that would be blocked.

Then, I suddenly remembered what Innis had said.

‘I told you to capture them alive if possible…’

He slammed the spear down. But the cool sound of cutting flesh was not heard.

Instead, I heard the sound of insects. The sound of swarms of insects flapping their wings.

“…”

The worshiper’s eyes were cloudy.

I felt like I was properly hypnotized. The demonic power of chaos. It’s really convenient. Use it for medicine, use it for swordsmanship, and use it for neutralization. This is why Morbe was so strong.

The world shown to this worshiper is simple.

He constantly puts me in a near-death situation. So that he would not succumb to his powerlessness and rebel against it.

His eyes were blank, but his body was constantly trembling.

When I saw this man’s fear of death, I suddenly remembered a fact.

Yes. That’s a really surprising fact. It was so obvious that I forgot about it for a while.

Really, I am grateful that I am alive now. I was so grateful to be able to breathe and dream like this. I was grateful to be able to go back.

As expected, death is very scary. Either to others or to me. Either in the past or now. The most frightening and painful thing for me was death.