Every magical creature on the continent possesses a unique ability.
This is referred to as the talent in magic, the 「Blessing.
This is why, even when using the same amount of mana, some can control a golem the size of a house, some can create life, while others barely exceed the utility of trash…
Blessing is a crucial factor in evaluating magic, so those with a trashy Blessing are pathetic.
Like me, sprawled out in this abandoned factory.
"Ah. My Blessing is Journal, isn't it?"
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A blank white window appears in my eyes.
This empty sheet, visible only to me, records and stores the sentences I think of. Once saved, the content can be recalled anytime, anywhere.
So, it's a 「Journal. This is my Blessing.
Damn it.Thanks to this, I'm dying.
I can't feel anything below my neck. My stomach is split open and blood is gushing out, but there's no pain.
Is it a good thing that it doesn't hurt?
—You miserable bug, no you are not a bug but a cockroach you did give us trouble to kill you.
A deep voice that seems to scrape the throat echoes in the empty factory.
The man is over 6 feet in height, he was wearing a full gold colour knight suit. His whole face is hidden in that helmet he is wearing, you can only see his deep yellow eyes.
This is the man who put me in this situation.
His blessing must be [ Nobel Guardian ]
"You're getting too much attention for a bug."
In contrast, mine's a 「Journal」.
I can take notes anytime, anywhere. Even on the brink of death, I can write all sorts of curses about this bastard, right?
It's something to be proud of.
I asked the man.
"Did the director order this?"
—Ha. Do you think the director cares about you? A bug like you?
"A little, I guess. I know 'Aurelia ' well. I'm from Aurelia, too."
Aurelia. The continent's top prestigious family and the current director family.
The individual who possesses the power to destroy a mountain range with a single word is my enemy.
—… Kevin Voss. You overestimate yourself. You don't even know them.
It was my grudge.
They made me an orphan. They twisted my life too much.
"What do you mean I don't know? I know well them, they are just simple impostors that use innocent people for their use."
At that, His mouth lengthened, and his pupils turned yellow.
His knight suit releases mana pressure on sounding areas
A complete, cresy bastard.
—Don't delude yourself. You've never been an enemy to Aurelia. Not even a threat.
"Ah, well, let's say that's true. I'm a patient, after all."
At nine, I had a brain tumour, but somehow overcame it, At thirteen, again had a brain tumour, because the doctor couldn't remove all of it for fear of damaging my brain. Since then My life has this miraculous.
"Oh, right. Have you ever seen the director?"
—…
Silence.
Probably a denial.
"Never? You've served for how many years and never seen her?"
—Shut up.
"Well, she's a noble who can count her public appearances on one hand. I've seen her 7 times"
—…7 times?.
He seemed quite curious.
"Yeah."
—What was the She like? Was she pretty, did they say right that she is very beautiful on the whole continent?
Just like a puppy thinking about its owner.
"Hmm…"
I found myself momentarily lost in recollection.
The days when I had seen the director. The scenes when I faced the owner of the family I despised fiercely.
"Well."
It feels too much like defeat to harbour such feelings even on the brink of death, but I have to admit it.
"I can't express it with words." She had something beyond beauty… a mystique as if she held some sacred value.
"She's like a deity. So, I somewhat understand why you guys are fanatically loyal."
—…Your life must have been satisfying.
"Quit spouting nonsense."
My eyes shot open at those ridiculous words.
Satisfying, my ass. Of course, it wasn't satisfying.
Living as a carrier of diseases, not a human, spending my entire life-fighting illnesses and struggles, there's no way I could have found satisfaction in a life that was fading away.
If there is a God, I'll curse him until I die.
He snorted.
—In the end, you clung to an impossible task. A bug like you bothered the mountain.
"…"
He might be right.
My efforts, the attempts to dig up corruption and bring their crimes to the surface.
They were nothing more than boisterous noise from a drunk.
The public quickly forgot the blood-soaked voices of those Aurelia had killed, they didn't even try to remember, and my coworkers turned their backs on me.
I knew from the start that it was a fight I couldn't win.
"…But in the end, I got something useful."
—You still haven't come to your senses. I told you not to delude yourself-
"Yeah, yeah."
I tilted my head back. I leaned my head against the cold concrete wall.
A somehow empty wind blew in through the broken window of the factory.
Then, I grinned and bared my teeth.
"Do you see this?"
—…
The white crystal lodged in my front tooth. His eyes narrow as he looks at it.
It's a prototype of the new magical compound developed by Aurelia --'Mana Drug'.
The source and the core of the top-tier body mana enhancer that will soon be mass-produced.
—What are you expecting to do with that now?
"Give me some credit. I went through a lot to steal this."
The reason I'm dying here is because of this.
If I had kept quiet, I could have lived for about a month longer.
So, it's a life that would have lasted at most a month.
The tumour in my brain was already destroying me.
"Well, the new magical compound mana drug that also enhances the essence? Is it helpful in dungeon exploration? You guys are promoting it like crazy, but how many people did you kill to make this? You even used homeless people and orphans for your clinical trials, you bastards."
Ah!
I bit into the drug
Chomp! Chomp!
I chewed it ostentatiously and swallowed.
There's no sensation of something surging, even though it's supposed to be an enhancer. Even though it's a lethal dose, my body feels slightly hot and my vision is spinning.
Ah, maybe it's because my nerves were all severed.
I spat at him.
"Ptui! You bastard. This is a billion dollar loss for Aulira."
—…We have Perion prototypes at each continental branch. That means we've made ten more just like it.
"…"
—We're not like you.
I stared blankly at the him. He was staring back at me.
A sigh welled up from within.
"Ah~ Shit. You bastards are the worst."
In the end, I couldn't do anything.
I couldn't even scratch them, let alone get revenge. Just like this bastard said, I'm just a slightly annoying bug.
That's all I am.
—…
"What are you looking at? Just kill me. My tongue is getting twisted."
Scrape— He raised his sword. Moonlight seeped into the sharp edge.
"Hey. You bastard. If you ever meet the director, tell her this for me."
I smiled silently.
"I hope… you live well in this shitty world."
His Sword flashed under my eyes.
It pierced my throat.
This bastard.