I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

2 – Sosa (2)

[A butterfly lives in her eyes] In short, it is a butterfly with eyes.

The story of Lilia, the Flower Witch, who travels to deliver the letter she left to her sage, the legacy of her master.

…… It’s just an excuse, and the core is actually the story of Lilia’s harem construction.

The Snow Butterfly is a novel that became famous for seducing a woman in each city and event that occurred during the trip.

Of course, that’s what they say, and a few main heroines are fixed. However, the fact that the number of heroines appearing is no joke remains unchanged.

Yes. The novel [Butterflies Live in Her Eyes] Is a genre that treats female homos*xuality in a hedonistic and commercial way, aka lily.

I was possessed by that novel. As a villain too.

‘If you say you want to be in a serious relationship, they will drop you into a place where you can only have a passionate love affair.’

Of course, what I have to think about right now is not dating.

Survival.

“Ah… ah… !”

I simply opened my mouth and let out a rough sound, confirming the current state of my throat.

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Pure and healthy throat without any hindrance. It seems that the transformer has just passed, but the voice is a bit low but young. This is my current voice.

I raised my head and looked around, feeling unfamiliar with the voice that was clearly different from my previous life.

Trees that have been horribly melted down, beneath them, are widely spread the relatives who have turned to ashes. The soil is also covered in blazing red light and burnt black.

A wildfire doesn’t look like this. If there were only a few more corpses, not one or two would have believed this place even if it was hell.

This is wide-area magic [Sunset]. There is no exaggeration in the depiction in the novel of the setting sun being rescued from the sky and dropped to the ground.

It is like magic that Innis, who has the best combat power in the world view, shoots right up to the end of the work.

“By the way… ….”

After looking around for a while, I looked at my body.

I stopped looking away in the middle of the day and finally faced my reality.

“What about this?”

A chunk of meat smaller than before, but still expanding.

My current body.

**

“Please help me.”

Even though I barely opened my mouth and cried out for help, the terrifying fireball didn’t stop rushing towards me.

Hundreds of eyes were blinded by the vast light, and the nerves of the body, which had only felt the soil, wind, and tree branches, focused on the immense heat. The sharp burning pain that I had felt just before passed through a corner of my head.

That flame, 【Sunset】 reached me. A fragment of the sun breathed life into the half-corpse’s soul.

I had no choice but to succumb to the overwhelming violence that turned all resistance to nothing.

A scream came out loud enough to make you feel tinnitus. An ugly, unmatched scream, like the struggle of a beast before it dies. There was no sign of stopping this terrible howl until the vocal cords melted away.

It hurt. It hurt like dying. I was actually prepared to die. Because in the novel, it is the role of Experiment 86 to get hit and run.

To create a scene of disgust, fear, crisis, endowment of conflict, and even a kiss scene between the newly appeared heroine and the main character. To complete the narrative like that.

In terms of development, the existence that has been given such a role is the one I possessed.

That’s why I prepared for death. Actually, I was expecting a little bit. In the underworld, you can share a cup with your comrades who died in the past. Such a trivial expectation.

But I wonder if my name is too strong, or if the girl named Inis hesitated because of the cry from earlier.

I deserved to die, but I managed to survive with a small piece of meat.

When the trees, rabbits, and bugs that had made the forest their home all made the forest their grave, I was the only life there.

The ability of Subject 86 is over-regeneration, a greedy ability to expand the body beyond its own physical limits.

It only took a few seconds to transform a small piece of meat into a human form.

However, the problem was this regenerative ability. You can consciously speed up or slow down the regeneration, but you cannot stop the regeneration itself.

In other words, as long as this regeneration doesn’t stop, I will grow like a monster again and be subdued by someone. Even I have already been subjugated once. It is obvious that in the near future, the weakness of this body will be registered in something like a monster dictionary.

Of course, it is a high-difficulty condition that the whole body is disintegrated into atomic units so that its weakness cannot be reproduced, but great wizards will easily do this.

So I have to stop this reckless body regeneration now. His arms have already grown to 2m. I will turn

“Haa… ….”

He let out a long sigh and gritted his teeth.

I lifted the nails of my left hand, which had already stopped regenerating and had normal proportions, and tore the skin off my chest.

Intense pain rang through my body and fishy blood gushed out through my hands, but I didn’t stop.

It didn’t just stop at the level of scratching the chest, it tore through the flesh, went over the muscles, broke the ribs, and reached the heart.

Then he raised his fingernails and slowly tore out his heart. An unfamiliar mana began to linger in the blood that gushed and flowed through his body.

A smile spread across his lips at the pain that seemed like he was about to go crazy.

While working as a mercenary, I met many strong enemies, scary enemies, and terrible enemies. Most of those guys had different strong reasons, scary reasons, and terrible reasons.

But annoying enemies usually have the same reason to be annoying.

The cubs who recover by hitting instead of fighting were like that. Those who learned to self-heal by buying potions that were too expensive for anyone to touch, hiring a healing magician, or buying a recovery magic book. Such guys become aloof and filthy clean alone when their opponents bleed to death.

I’ve never been as twisted as those guys. Others endure all that will hurt and all that will hurt, but only those who escape the natural order of pain in leisurely ways.

So I saved money to buy potions, hire a recovery magician, and money to hire a recovery magic book, and entrusted the request to the Unique Magic Development Association.

My own magic that was born that way is 【Curse of Impossible Regeneration】. It is a magic that prevents regeneration and hinders the bleeding of wounds, born with the belief that only healers will kill.

And now I’m drawing that magical brand into my heart.

Looking at things like magic sharing through kissing and broomsticks, the world in this novel and the world I lived in may have different magic systems, but I’ve confirmed that there are no obstacles to mana handling. So I could work my magic as I did in the world I was in.

Stigma. A technique that draws magic in letters so that magic can be activated by simply sending mana without having to think of magic formulas one by one.

I am drawing the stigma all over the body, in invisible places such as bones and organs. There are no stones or knives around, so of course you have to use your body. That’s why they raise their fingernails and tear the skin. Before there were fingernails, teeth were used to tear hands and draw marks.

Even if the nails peel off and the organ itself is damaged by mistake, it doesn’t matter. Since it is a body with excessive regeneration, it regenerates on its own. Even if a brand is drawn, switching between regeneration and non-regeneration is convenient because it will not work unless magic is channeled into it.

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Pro Healer Killer’s delicate magic (curse) manipulation worked for me as well.

I did this over and over again throughout the day. With blood and sweat and pain and laughter.

**

I was tired from staying up all night and bleeding a lot, so I laid down. There was no blanket or clothes, but the sky was clear before dawn, so I replaced the cotton to keep warm with small starlight. So I had a short sleep of about 30 minutes.

When the morning dawned, my heart rapidly grew cold, perhaps because the stars had disappeared.

When I woke up, my body was grossly swollen again. Yesterday’s hardships, Park’s stigma is so big that it is colorless.

The arms and legs were covered with muscle fibers that had pierced the skin, and the organs on the stomach were protruding through the skin and were inflating beyond their size.

I let out a long sigh and breathed magic into the stigma again, destroying the part that had grown beyond my original body.

The reason why this situation has occurred now is that the mana that was blowing into the stigma while sleeping was cut off.

It is possible to infuse magic while holding on to consciousness, but it is impossible if the consciousness is interrupted. I had forgotten about this obvious fact. Perhaps it was because he was deeply relieved that he had survived, but he was too relaxed.

In this way, when I overcame one problem, a bigger problem stood in my way.

I can’t sleep until I fix my body.

I’m not going to live alone for the rest of my life, but if I grow up like this while sleeping in front of others, I’ll damage the building and create trauma for others. The latter isn’t much of a problem, but the former has a lot of problems.

Because I don’t have money, so even if I destroy the building, I can’t pay it back.

It is a body that grows like this just by being unconscious for only 30 minutes. If I sleep for 6 hours as usual, unless my body, which I cannot control, stops regenerating at an irregular rate.

… I got goosebumps. If you don’t, a village will collapse as it is.

I’m not a light sleeper. Once I fall into a deep sleep, I don’t wake up easily. So, when others fall into despair about their hometowns being destroyed, I am in a deep sleep.

Wow, that must be a hard sight to see. I had to urgently find a way to fix my body right now. More than anything, I want to live while sleeping.

But I couldn’t think of a way with my lowly brain, so I decided to find someone to think of this plan instead.

A sage who is the goal of [Butterflies live in her eyes]. Wouldn’t she know that she knows all the magic in this world and has reached the peak of its utilization?

Since you followed the novel, you should follow the novel’s path. I decided to go on an adventure to find the wise man from now on.

I got up from sitting and went on a trip. I didn’t have any luggage, so I started right now without anything to pack.

Of course there were no clothes, but what can I do?

I left the ruins naked and walked through the woods. I could have run into a person in the middle, but that person is out of luck. A male nude is one of the more fortunate of all the misfortunes that can be encountered in the woods by bandits and bear-like beasts.

Even though it’s been a while since I got out of the ruins where [Sunset] Fell, I realized once again how strong Innis’ magic was, seeing ashes and scorched trees here and there.

As I was walking along the road, I saw a river. Thirsty and hungry for a bath, I ran towards it without hesitation.

First, I quenched my throat. The water tasted like sweet juice. It was pure moisture, not blood and sweat that I drank in a long time.

Then I washed my face. It was worthwhile to wash it off because the eyes were hardened with blood and tears and the face was covered in blood anyway. After washing my face for a while, I saw something shimmering on the water’s edge.

I looked closely at something and it was my face.

Ashen hair, gray eyes, and the ability to regenerate, the flesh was perfectly attached, but her face showed the tiredness, haggard, and poverty of the past that hadn’t been fully restored.

I was still a child.

A boy in his mid-teens. Even if you treat me well, Innis and Lilia, who burned me a few days ago, are children of that age.

My mood suddenly got worse, and at the same time my fever rose. In this case, if you use cold water upside down, it will be a little better. It was fortunate that the water in the river was at the right level for a person to bathe. I went a little deeper into the river and repeated the entry and injury several times.

A few minutes after I did that, I heard a voice from somewhere.

“Kyaaa!!!!”

The voice was a voice, but it was a bit loud and high-pitched, and it was a woman’s scream.

Have you ever seen someone else take a bath in your life? It wouldn’t be like that even if you live in the countryside, but it’s amazing. I turned my head to check the face of the villager, who was amazed at the bathing of others.

“Kyaaa!!!!!”

I was still screaming loudly.

The girl’s hair color was as black as obsidian while she was screaming with her eyes tightly closed. The navy blue robe the girl was wearing was frayed from going around a lot, but she hadn’t lost its high quality and dignity.

“…… Lilia?”

The person who hated my bathing behavior was Lilia.

A few days ago, he was the one who tried to kill me.