Regressor's Instructions Manual Episode 1008
You reap what you sow (15)
Emotions were out of control.
"Ahhh... Jenny... Jenny!!" "...."
"Zen... Sob... Ughhh... Ahhhhhhh!!"
It was natural for the sorrow of losing a precious person to engulf my whole body.
Just in case, I examined Templar Zen's body once again, but his body had already gone cold for a long time.
On the face of the dead creature, there was a mixture of concern for me and a faint sense of satisfaction. It was as if it meant that this is how his end should be.
Perhaps Templar Zen hated himself. No matter how much it was for the mission, he was a fallen priest.
The Priest of Prophecy, standing beside the God of Sacrifice and Resurrection, might have considered himself too impure.
That's why he must have believed that his end should be in this form.
There was no choice but to think that the faint sense of satisfaction had that meaning.
For the sake of the brightest light shining in the midst of his vile and repulsive tainted final moments.
He chose to bear at least a minimal sense of guilt for his actions he directly chose.
One day.
One day... a priest who came down from the surface completely changed his life.
"Ahhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh!"
What had supported him all this time was the shadow left by the Priest of Prophecy.
Believing in the absurd lie that he would go up to the surface and receive help from others, believing that he would return someday... he wandered on the surface or underground for countless hours.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh... Ahhhhh... Jenny...."
That it ended up like this. That it turned out like this...
In the midst of embracing his body, a full-blown wailing began, with magic surging up and down in a chaotic manner, making it difficult to breathe properly.
Emotions were uncontrollable to the point of intense concentration, accompanied by incessant tears streaming down, and the heart continued to race.
Breathing became rapid as if it would burst at any moment. The mind was in such disarray that nothing in the surroundings could be recognized.
There was no strength in the body. I couldn't even comprehend what I was doing right now. All I knew was that I was holding onto him and wailing incessantly.
"Jenny... Sob... Sob..."
Of course, in that moment, it was reason that gripped my body that had suddenly lost control.
Don't be like this.
Honestly...
Honestly...
'I'm not that sad.'
After all, I had thought of those words as something to write and discard. The plan was devised that way. There was no need to be sad.
Templar Zen, Templar Jenny were just tools.
I was more aware of that than anyone else. I understood that this was the best way to write Zen. In order to reform the church, it was necessary to use and discard pieces.
In a way, it was the best outcome. Kim Hyun-seong could be saved, and I could also escape with my life.
"Sob... Sob..."
It's better for him to die than for me to die. If Lee Ki-young disappears, our Hyun-seong will crumble. It would mean the raid itself is doomed.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Sob... Sob... Ahhhhh...."
It reminds me of the time with Deok-gu, or the trauma from the Doom Hyun-seong. I thought that in order to stimulate Hyun-seong, I had to constantly think sad thoughts. Maybe it just happened naturally.
"····"
Honestly, he was just a tool. I had many unpleasant memories, so I thought it was good that it turned out this way.
"Ahhh... Sob... Sob..."
Honestly, he was just a tool. Even if I give it a cursory glance, it's not enough.
When I screamed loudly, it was the same, and when I turned over the filthy mop, or when I cleaned the corner where rainwater came in, I was completely drained.
Jenny was a little cute, but he could be quite frustrating.
"Ah... I'm sorry. Jenny. I'm sorry..."
Honestly, he was just a toy. But damn it, sometimes when you play with a toy, you want to play with it even more.
Honestly, it wasn't the timing I wanted to abandon him.
I tried to just discard him. It felt like dropping an almost finished ice cream on the ground, leaving a lingering sense of unease. I felt bad about it.
Paradoxically, the situation seemed to be perfect as it could be.
It would appear to anyone as if I had completely lost my sanity.
That, too, perfectly.
I'm in a state where I can't regain my composure over the death of someone precious.
I keep holding onto the corpse, wailing continuously, and shedding tears while tightly gripping the corpse as if he will slip away...
Honestly, everyone knew that I held Zen in special regard, right?
Kim Hyun-seong would think of that. No, he already has. Amidst that Cha Heera and Hayan momentary distract the attention of the monster, Kim Hyun-seong was comforting me up with ambiguous hands, suggesting that he, too, could lose someone.
Instead of being glad that Templar Zen disappeared, I seemed to be focused on my own grief, worry, confusion, and empathy for a close friend, showing a sudden collapse.
'This is good.'
Whether it was a toy I wanted to hold a little longer or not, the brat has already left my hand.
What's left is how to utilize it.
'How should I use this?'
"Ki-young... Ki-young... Are you... okay?"
"Sob... Sob..."
Without realizing it, I found myself leaning against the comforting embrace of Hyun-seong, only to push the bastard away immediately.
'Honestly, you're not entirely innocent either. Do you have the right to comfort me?'
I reminded him that he's also to blame.
Kim Hyun-seong, disqualified! Damn it!
The bastard took a step back in surprise. I glared at him with eyes full of anger and resentment, without stopping.
'Accept it. The gaze of resentment.'
'If only you had listened to me... Templar Zen wouldn't have died...'
'If only you weren't there... If you hadn't brought me back from the past...'
"Ki-young... Ki-young... I... that... it's not... like that..."
Naturally, the bewildered face of the bastard came into view. Did he not expect to receive direct blame?
Of course, his expression didn't last long. We were in the middle of a battle now.
Bahamut is not a friendly monster that will wait for us to finish our drama.
The red figure pushed away the bastard who rushed at us with a body blow, and inevitably, Kim Hyun-seong had to participate in the fight as well.
I could hear the sound of drums and gongs playing, but I paid no attention to them. [[[He means the sound effect of the fight.]]]
As if giving up on life, I silently stared at the ceiling, shedding tears and grasping my head in agony.
It was an alien landscape that seemed out of place with the surrounding circumstances.
After turning on the Regressor's Instructions Manual, I continued to send updates on my condition.
Sadness, confusion, frustration, fear. And anger.
Anger towards the naughty bastard who broke my toys. Anger towards Kim Hyun-sung.
Burning anger. When I exclude emotions other than anger from my mind, I slowly rise to my feet.
Of course, just because I am angry doesn't mean I can do something about it. It's not like I raised my sword after awakening or leaped over a set of stairs using the death of a comrade as fuel.
At most, it could silence Kim Hyun-sung, who was trying to provoke me.
'No.'
It can't end like this.
This bastard still has a use.
At the very least.
This black blood will come in handy.
It was a somewhat impulsive thought. But it was a thought that could be entertained at least once.
Since Templar Bahamut devoured a bull and underwent a three-stage evolution, I can do that much too.
Black blood is a force of negation. Probably a seed of the demon created by Lucifer. If Bahamut can do it, I can do it too.
When my stomach was upset, I lifted the blood pooled in my hands to my mouth and prepared to bring it in slowly.
'Templar Zen is dead.'
There's no more.
But inside me, within my blood, we will live as one.
The time has come to open up another evolutionary path in this direction.
Actually, this kind of ritual isn't necessary. It was close to being sacred. There is no resistance either.
I have a job change, and I know how to digest this power. Moreover, this power is likely to be easily digested. Bahamut was the same. There were no significant side effects. It was slightly frightening, but it was worth a try.
Of course, my actions collide with the opposite.
"Ki-young... Ki-young! Don't!"
"Honey! What... are you doing? Right now! Get away from there quickly!"
"Oppa!"
But thanks to Bahamut rampaging at the right timing, they won't be able to reach me easily.
"No... No!!!"
Carefully bringing my mouth closer in slow motion... Kim Hyun-sung's face, who was looking at me in a hurry, started to be dyed with despair as he was thrown in the opposite direction by Bahamut's attack.
Thump.
I shouldn't scream. It's more atmospheric that way.
"Aaaaah... Aaaahhhhhh!!"
Kneeling down, hugging my shoulders with both arms, I suffered in agony.
Along with a popping sound, wings sprout from behind me.
But there's a problem...
Shit, there's a problem... It wasn't just ordinary wings.
Continuously from behind my back, I hear the sound of rustling, hissing, and slithering.
Countless snakes are entwining each other like mating rituals. The wings formed by the intertwining of the snakes are not only grotesque but also strangely make my body tremble.
'What the hell is this? Shit. Shit. Shit. What is this?'
I grasp my head.
Even my hair slowly starts to change.
'Shit, it's snakes. Shit.'
Even my hair has turned into snakes. Shit.
The snakes with red eyes. The skin feels a little smoother, and there's a strange glow. Just like a snake.
Even my damn tongue seems to have gotten longer. Shit. I must have become a monster.
What should I do? Hyun-seong, Hayan, Hee-ra. What should I do?
I can't see what my face looks like, so I don't know. One thing was certain, black tears were constantly flowing from my eyes.
Even if I try to stop, it doesn't stop. Like Bahamut drooling, I also continue to shed these unholy tears.
'Tears... might... look cool.'
Instead of the brilliant light that always emerged, a white darkness that seemed to devour everything spread. The white darkness distorted the space around me as if it were passive.
The white darkness continues to engulf the surrounding space persistently, slowly expanding its territory.
The snakes continue to intertwine their bodies as if comforting each other. Making the sound of hissing and rustling.
If there is any consolation, it is not as heavy as it seems.
Of course, I haven't forgotten to move naturally.
It always has to be an impactful entrance.
'One step.'
Look.
Lowly humans.
'And another step.'
'Do you remember? Mortals. Your nightmares and fears. The Lord of the Plague has arrived.'
[Myth Grade]
[The Lord of Desire and Sleep]
'Huh?'
[The Lord of Desire and Sleep has descended.]
'What is this? I don't like it.'
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Warning ⚠
the next chapter is very...ermm...Ambitious, it is advised not to skip it.