The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 78



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Episode 78

I walked among hundreds of dead and dried trees. Even the trees that seemed like they could jump around forever couldn’t survive on Nak alone.

Quilbian looked at the sky wall that separated the world.

The bond between the Nak and the Nak has weakened.

It was the result of trees that had been wrapped in Nak for over four months hitting the sky wall.

I held the materialized rake in my hand and scraped the wall hard. The wall shook and was drawn to the rake.

There is a flaw in the legal system.

Quillbian planted both feet on the ground and continued to pull against the wall. Tiny cracks spread across the wall.

Woof woof.

The wall made a gloomy sound.

The tightly bound Nak suddenly loosened and changed its shape.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of spears made of Nacro were pointed at Quilbian.

The sixth sense was silent. It seemed as if it was only aiming and had no intention of attacking.

My mouth felt slightly dry. I looked at the long window created along the wall and gathered strength in my entire body again.

He pulled the rake made of Nacro. Long ago, his body that had transcended humanity displayed explosive power.

The moment the sky wall shook violently, my sixth sense screamed.

Coming.

A countless number of spears were fired toward Quilbian.

Kwagagagagang!

He flew backwards, his raked talons fluttering.

A cloud of dust rose up. A huge hole appeared where I had just stood. It was as if a small star had fallen.

The sixth sense that had been making a fuss telling me to run away calmed down. It was right after tens of thousands of spears disappeared.

The rippling sky wall regained its stability.

Quilbian looked up at the gigantic magic known as the Sky Wall.

“It’s terrible, it’s terrible.”

Goblins of the same level as Cheryl were there, and even Winte couldn’t come and go freely, and once he left, he had to work hard for quite a long time to make a hole in the magic.

A wall that rivals the structures designed by God.

Quilbian approached the sky wall and tapped it lightly.

The wall, which had not even reacted at first, now seemed to sense a sense of crisis and began to respond.

Things have changed. Escape is near. We will be out of here soon.

I jumped, swinging my arms wildly. I felt the air resistance tearing at my skin as I moved forward.

Beep beep.

The loud cry of a falcon caught Quilbian off guard. He paused for a moment and looked up at the sky.

“Rappa!”

An eagle circling in the sky fell vertically.

It was a hawk that gracefully landed on my shoulder, its wings spread wide open. It greeted me with its eyes and beak that had become fierce, as if it had never been before when it was covered in fluff.

I lightly patted his head.

It grew strangely fast. Even pigs don’t grow this fast.

It’s small enough to sit on your shoulder now, but I wonder if it will grow as large as its mother when she returns to Twella’s side.

“Grow up moderately.”

It was a hawk that pecked my cheek with its beak as if it was saying no and then flew up into the sky.

Quillvian walked around the empty living quarters and then began searching the area inside the sky wall.

The main purpose was to find naturally occurring goblins.

If I saw it, I killed it right away.

No intelligent goblin has been born here in the past 130 years.

It may be that some level of learning is required, just like humans.

Who would give them time to grow up? They just crushed everything they saw and absorbed the Nak.

It’s been two months since Winte left, saying he was going to bring coffee.

Quilbian’s way of life has become extremely simple.

Go around, catch and kill, knock on walls.

With no need to eat or sleep, I was just repeating the same thing like a machine doll.

Then, when the goblin’s seeds dried, he returned to the rooftop and repeatedly used the magic he had learned.

I performed the phenomenon induction countless times and added variations little by little. I changed the knot and even changed the direction of the flowing Nak.

The magic spells made by Sitpin all contained docile salts, making it easy to change the magic spell structure.

I never thought I would use the word ‘consideration’ to describe a goblin. But the more I looked into and touched Sitpin’s magic, the more I couldn’t help but be amazed by his kindness and tolerance.

As Winte said, he was a great sitpin.

There was no foul odor from Sitpin’s salt. All I could feel was his pure desire to study magic.

On the other hand, the magic left behind by the raccoon had a terrible smell.

Aside from the dregs of salt that had been transformed into a ring, Quilbian was left tongue-licking at the vicious emotions contained in the magic itself.

The name of the disguise that transformed into a fox was ‘Sal (殺)’.

Murderous intent toward all things.

The goblin who created the art of disguise seems to have wanted to kill everything.

Quilbian used a disguise spell on only his left arm. The skin turned black, and soon one of his arms turned into a fox.

I looked closely at the coiled nak.

The Nak’s, who moved according to the law system, were making small voices.

Kill, kill, kill.

It was an annoying whisper. It didn’t particularly affect me, but it was still something I couldn’t help but notice.

When you have lost your willpower and are half-conscious, you hear the voice of the magician… … .

Quilbian smiled bitterly.

I lightly waved my hand that had turned into a raccoon’s, and a thick shell formed, then split and I turned back into a human arm.

It felt like all the Nak inside my body was being sucked out. The amount of Nak consumed by the disguise technique was greater than that consumed by the magic that made hundreds of trees run.

The narc will recover quickly, but you have to be careful because there will be a temporary narc gap.

Quillvian looked up at the sky and snapped his fingers.

A small flame that was created about 5m ahead slowly grew in size. The flame spread, spreading heat to the surrounding area.

I spread the flames, thinking of the waves of fire that Winte had shown me.

The Nak spread out in all directions.

It didn’t become a world-enveloping conflagration like Winte, but it did cover an area of ​​about 500 meters with fire.

It was a minor cooking technique used in the kitchen, but its use completely changed depending on the user.

Sitpin’s magic was simple and yet highly scalable. Perhaps this was something he had in mind when creating his magic.

Quilbian also thought about making magic. He tried it. After experiencing several seizures and body explosions, he came to a conclusion.

Humans cannot create magic. No, some humans may be able to, but the current Quilbian was unable to do so.

Concentrating Nak to create a certain form. That would be the only magical creation permitted to Quilbian.

Quilbian tried to scatter the Nak gathered in his left hand without any countermeasures.

The unorganized Nak simply scattered, spewing out blue light.

Like the blue lightning that formed at the end of a talisman long ago.

Rake and lightning.

I wonder if the imaginary world that Winte talked about has any influence.

It was a world of magic that seemed simple yet was profound.

Quilbian took out a talisman from his pocket and folded it in half. He held the talisman in his hand, slightly extending only his thumb and forefinger.

The talisman in his hand was bubbling.

The liquid amulet dripped down my fingers and onto the floor, one drop at a time.

The fallen water droplet hit the ground, bounced up slightly, and at that moment, it transformed into a cat smaller than a fingernail.

In an instant, over a hundred little kittens were born.

Quilbian took a breath.

‘Happy Cat Outing’ was a magic that I never got used to no matter how many times I used it.

The cats that had landed on the ground walked around pretending to be real cats.

At first glance, it seems like a magic trick for decoration, but once the connection starts, it is an advanced magic trick that causes one to lose consciousness.

He changed the form of his seal as he watched the cats rolling around, yowling, and licking their bodies. He slightly folded his outstretched thumb.

The Nak that had been trapped inside his body poured out and reached the hundred cats.

Yaaaaaaaong.

My head was filled with the sound of a cat’s cry. I closed my eyes tightly.

Having suffered from mental illness and hallucinations for a long time, I prided myself on not being driven crazy by simple things.

but.

Quilbian slowly opened his eyes.

Different landscapes appeared before my eyes.

The world turned upside down. I felt a shock that made me feel like my brain was going to burst.

I clenched my teeth so hard that my jawbone broke.

The huddled cats dispersed. Over a hundred overlapping visions illuminated different places at the same time.

Colorful clocks rushing into my head.

Just before losing consciousness, Quilbian plucked out one of the sprouts of personality he had cultivated.

Another me appeared outside.

A self divided into two.

The body was half-conscious and lying down under the influence of a pleasant cat outing.

Although the main body lost its ability to think, the created spirit body maintained its established self and looked down on the main body.

“Can’t you use it when you’re in your right mind?”

Quilbian looked down at the entity whose eyes kept moving in strange directions.

It is possible to create a spirit body with the same thinking powers as the main body, but the prerequisites are ridiculous.

The body must be unable to perform normal brain functions.

I was inspired by the fact that when the Quilbian in the gap opens its eyes, its main body faints, so I tried it and was able to succeed without much difficulty.

It was helpful that my past lives had unconsciously created countless mental bodies.

Although it was a spirit separated from the main body, it was not much different from the main body.

The only difference is that there are fewer available nacs, and nacs are constantly consumed to maintain them.

Creating a psychic body was similar to forging a rake with a nak.

Quillvian took his gaze away from the unconscious body.

I wandered around under the sky wall, leaving the main body behind.

Last time, after about ten days, the flow of the Narc became tangled and the mental body could not be maintained, but this time, it functioned normally even after over a month.

Quilbian went up to the second floor of the dormitory and picked up his pen.

After recording the information I gained from the activity, I stood next to the main body, still lying down, holding the notebook.

He hit the main body’s forehead with his fist.

The two black figures that had been moving separately were suddenly fixed in the center.

The moment Quilbian came to his senses, his psychic body lost its form.

I destroyed the cat that was left unleashed.

The sight that had been passing by in a jumbled manner before my eyes became unified in an instant.

Quilbian grabbed his pounding head and picked up the notebook that had fallen to the floor.

“Can’t we increase efficiency further?”

The things I gained while working as a spirit body were not fully transferred to my main body. Most of my memories were vague, and some were completely erased as if cut out with a knife, and I could not recall them.

In the end, the key information had to be written down.

I read the records of the spirit body and made coffee with the few remaining coffee beans.

After spending time with a dragon who can’t live without coffee, our hobbies have become the same.

Quilbian can no longer imagine life without coffee. He will enjoy it until the moment he lies down in bed.

I was up on the rooftop, leisurely drinking coffee.

The omen has arrived.

Quilbian summoned a spirit. Another Quilbian with a dazed face, looking at the floor.

Right now you’re just standing there dumbly, but the moment your main body heads towards the gap, your spirit body will take over the main body’s role.

My body feels sluggish.

It’s the smell of longed-for sleep.

Of course, sleep does not come.

It just keeps waking up from the gap and continuing on.

“Cheryl, let me see your face.”

There were so many things I wanted to ask that damn goblin.

(Continued in next episode)