I Became the Wrong Race

154 – Miracle (1)

It was a crisis. I felt a cold sensation, as if a knife was in front of my face.

My skin was cold, and the inside of my body was extremely hot. Maybe it was because of the repeated playback and rolling down the snow slope, but it was hot and cold and really bad.

In the meantime, my awareness expands. I felt everything.

From the small rolling motion of a frozen dead grass bug to a strong gust of wind due to the effects of the magic and flames pouring down on me.

Inside, I faced arrows raining down on me.

The rain of arrows wasn’t just a shot.

Even the arrows were not ordinary. The arrowhead was engraved with a blue flickering spell.

The arrowhead is also a masterpiece made of excellent metal, and from the arrow to the shaft, it burns with magical power that I cannot recognize.

The arrow literally crossed the air like a flash of lightning.

Dozens of blue trails are engraved in the night sky. It suddenly appears and makes a popping sound on my armor, and the pressure turns into a ball.

Body is tilted It’s about to tilt. I force myself to grit my teeth and roll my legs to hold on. Kuung, the dust that stretched out around me scattered melted arrows into the air.

Meanwhile, the wizard stretches out his fingers and aims at me. The magic that forms at your fingertips.

The cliff was high. Even if it were me, I couldn’t reach it unless I used an explosive leap, but it didn’t seem like they would just leave me jumping.

The extended senses illuminate the people waiting behind the soldiers, aiming their crossbows. I plan on shooting him down the moment he jumps.

Before I knew it, the soldiers who had come down to the bottom of the cliff were holding spears and closing the distance.

There were enemies everywhere.

The enemy knew me well and was blocking all of my routes.

So there was only one way to win.

I exhaled and straightened my sword. The trajectory of the swing remained in scarlet color, burning on the retina, and the arrows caught in the trajectory flew up and exploded all at once.

Kwakwagagaga River!

I stretched out my hatchet to block it, but the pressure shook my body. Rolling on the floor and exhaling hotly, I saw a spear flying past the stopped fire.

Countless spears aimed at me at once.

I felt like a hunted animal. The corners of my mouth go up without me knowing.

When I grabbed the extended spear pole aimed at my neck and pulled it, the soldier let go of the spear and pulled out his sword.

[Explosive leap]

I jumped on the foot I had been stepping backwards on and stretched out my legs. I simply bent the soldier’s waist, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him away.

Kwaa aa aa!

The soldiers still exploded. When I killed it, it exploded as if it had been waiting and tried to fulfill its purpose until the end.

It was disgusting.

A little b*tch who insults the dead and calmly uses them as tools.

The fact is that it is actually a serious threat to my life.

And I am helpless and weak against him.

They were all disgusting to the point of nausea.

So, it is a unique story.

A means to turn this battlefield around and give me victory.

The ultimate that an individual can reach, existing only for characters who have reached level 20.

I had to use it.

Go go go go go go!

Crossbows flying when you jump.

The moment you twist your body to avoid it, a javelin shoots out from below.

A wizard who removes all of that with a hatchet, deflects the thrown hatchet with a shield, and shoots out a heat ray as hot as the blazing sun.

I was hit directly by the heat ray and rolled to the floor.

It was not easy to win against those who were fully prepared. Even if you force it, you can’t do anything.

But you can’t use it without magical power. I know that fact better than anyone else.

It can only be used if you have magical power exceeding half of the maximum. Even immediately after use, only the magic power remains that cannot be used properly.

So even though Isla was told that it was at a level where it could obtain unique energy, it could not be used. Because the half that couldn’t produce magic power on their own were the shapeshifters.

But, is that still the case?

I saw her her use her her her skills her her her.

Shadow piercing is a hunter’s core skill. It is not easy to use because it consumes a lot of magical power.

Isla was using it as a necklace made from Selma.

Is that all? Lorian used the original implementation as if to show off. He helped me with that.

Even the three clans known to have no magic can use the source.

If so, it would be possible for me too.

I gritted my teeth and held on with shaky legs.

“Do you think you have a chance of winning?”

The wizard spoke from the top of the cliff. At first glance, it may seem like I was caught off guard, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Dark magical power was still swirling around that guy. I could feel it because the anti-magic power was still there.

Magic power that can act as a shield, attack, or counterattack.

Azdan, Dean of the War School. He is a great wizard.

The minimum level has to be 20. Nevertheless, since he is the dean, he does not engage in external activities and does not engage in direct combat.

So, I can’t help but think that he also has an unknown unique talent.

I don’t know if the fact that I haven’t used it until now is because I’m saving it, or if it’s something I can’t use anytime like my sister.

What I was going to write had to be something that could even crush those things.

So I managed to stand up with trembling legs and a body growing tired.

“I can tell there’s something they’re aiming for. You’ll know it when you see it. But… “It seems like there is no way for you to turn things around in this situation.”

That’s true. Mourners and homunculi don’t have magic power, so I shouldn’t even be able to use skills.

So it catches you off guard. I glared at the enemy with my eyes burning.

The soldiers approached cautiously, one step at a time. If you have self-destruction in your body and can use it without any hesitation, you might approach it aggressively.

They were cautious. This kind of opponent was difficult.

But, on the other hand.

I also felt grateful that it gave me time to find a clue.

I exhaled.

I felt something mixing in my deep breath. It’s magical power. Something that feels like particles floating around in opposition to anti-magic power.

It didn’t enter my body. There was no way for my body to accept magical power.

No, it wasn’t just that.

It felt like the unknown job created by the existence of a mourner and father was filled with something else instead of magical power.

Only then was I able to take a closer look at my body, the body of this monster called Llewelyn.

It was strange.

Cannot accept magical power. However, the transcendent power of mourning could be used.

It was too powerful a power to be obtained just because humans mourned other humans.

It was even more strange considering that the power given by an ordinary transcendental person to a contractor comes at the cost of magical power.

My accelerated thinking ability made my brain burn. As I felt my head getting hot, I remembered, pondered, and thought about many things.

The power of a being who was once a god becoming a transcendent.

However, the transcendent person seemed to be a dark, deceitful being who presented himself as good.

But, is that really the case?

At least the power of the mourner, the power that comes from just a person mourning another person, did not seem to be a lie.

Only then did something catch my eye. Under the bird’s-eye view, like a soaring bird, I saw a mourner fighting desperately to make people escape.

He became a mourner through mourning.

I gained that power because I was angry and saddened by the loss of my family and the death of my community.

Was there really an evil intention?

Is the mourner’s mourning really a power that costs life?

Actually, what if it isn’t?

The magic power was dispersed in the exhaled breath. The approaching enemies seemed slow.

The magician’s hand sign became slower, and naturally, the movements of the soldiers watching with bows next to him also became slower.

Everything slowed down. Extremely accelerated functioning of cognitive abilities.

I contemplated my body there.

The divinity that wanders inside my body, the anti-magic power that surrounds my body, and the magic power that wanders around the world outside of that.

And beyond the magic and anti-magic powers, there are two types of divinity that continue to attract and interest me.

Mother and father.

Two names that seem to be called a pair.

They were interested in me from the beginning.

He cared so much about me that he saved me after I died twice, and he used his huge empire as he pleased to want me.

I didn’t know why, but he used it to show his deep affection for me.

But later I found out that they were evil.

They were not people who deserved to be in high positions.

So I stayed away. I used the power they gave me however I wanted, but I had no intention of accepting them.

It’s the same even now.

No matter what kind of being they were in the past and what kind of good influence they had on this land.

These were clearly evil beings. The father who disguises himself to lure people, and the mother who does not openly try to understand people.

I had no intention of getting close to either one.

However, seeing the strength they gave me made me think of this.

To feel sorry for human death and not to regard human death as deserved.

Let’s see how people willingly give up a lot of strength just because they are sad about another person’s death.

Someday, they may have had a good side too.

Maybe, even now, there is some good in a corner.

So, he may still be giving power to humans with his divinity

The loss of a mourner’s lifespan is the price of exercising a divinity that does not fit the body.

Intuition affirms. The divinity that saw into my brain announces the correct answer. I said that everything was true.

Mourners are warriors who control divinity.

All that’s left is to take one step forward.

I took a deep breath and exhaled.

Exciting.

My heartbeat stretched out.

This time it wasn’t just me who could see it.

The soldiers froze. The wizard unknowingly put up a shield against the unknown phenomenon, and those who approached me with spears also froze and froze.

The older sister, who had just cut off the head and pulled out the heart, butchered the enemy, also stopped, and Eshaterna, who was holding two daggers in her hand, also stopped.

The mourner, who was struggling to protect the people with a spear and arrow stuck in his back and chest, was shocked, and Melody, who was helping him with the estalk, turned his head to her.

Isla, who was jumping over the tree while shooting arrows, looked in my direction from the top of the tree.

The extending gray pulse enveloped everything.

A moment of silence came to the battlefield. Everyone stopped their swords and anger and looked blankly at the cliff I was on.

Even though you can’t see it, you can’t feel it.

Instinctively, he raised his head and tried to look at me.

I felt those countless gazes.

I stood up with all the stares on my back.

At the festival, I felt it when everyone was looking at me.

It didn’t feel bad. I stood up straight with legs that no longer trembled.

“… What did you do? Nothing…”

“Image, abnormality, source.”

The wizard is shocked. I didn’t see him. Farther than that, I gazed at the sky.

There was a shadow hanging over it.

There was a foolish man who tried to change everything because he was afraid of human death and the end that naturally exists in everything.

He was called father.

I failed and even lost my will and ideals.

He still made mourners. Because that is his nature

Even though I was lost and corrupted, I embraced his unforgettable nature. Feeling that, I said.

“The imagery doesn’t fit me. “I haven’t lived that long, and I haven’t been able to incorporate technology into my life.”

The wizard’s expression became strange, but he didn’t care.

“There is nothing wrong with me. I just lived with the flow, and I lived because I didn’t want to die.”

I unclenched my fist. The hatchet fell to the floor, and I grabbed the long sword with both hands.

“I don’t know my origins. Because the flesh is new, and the spirit does not know its roots.”

“What do you want to say?”

The wizard’s magic boils. I could feel him preparing.

Gogigi, Lee Sang.

Realizing the scenery that all magic users envision as their ideal.

It must be stopped. We must be afraid.

But, why?

I thought I wasn’t afraid. I just held my sword crossed and looked at the night sky.

The wind blew. The cloak fluttered in the wind, and my injured and bleeding body felt tired.

It was a warm wind. A wind that reminds me of the days I spent in the pantheon. I smile without even realizing it.

I seemed to like people as expected.

“I want to be happy.”

The night sky was scattered. The sun slowly rose.

As the sun suddenly began to rise, the shadow cleared, the darkness receded, and light gradually appeared.

Light tends to create shadows, and the sun on a winter day is not warm.

I even felt comfortable.

“I didn’t just want to be happy, I wanted everyone I touched to be happy.”

The wizard’s face was distorted with doubt.

“I didn’t want to face an inevitable breakup, and I wanted to be happy forever in the future.”

“What did you suddenly hear… ” .”

“But I know that’s foolish. I know it won’t happen that way. Everything… Because there is a beginning and an end.”

My father couldn’t give up his child. So he made the wrong choice and became a ‘father’.

I will not follow his path

There is only one thing I wish for.

“I want my precious people to meet a happy and regret-free end someday.”

It’s difficult. Even the earth I lived on couldn’t do that.

Because people are weak and die fleetingly.

I know that a happy and regret-free ending is nothing more than a vain illusion.

But.

That was my goal.

It is my image, my ideal, and my source.

Exciting!

My heartbeat stretched out. The wind blew along the area where the gray conch extended. A warm and gentle wind.

I lowered my eyes at the center and gently lifted the long sword I had been holding.

It’s impossible.

It cannot be achieved with just the memories and history held in people’s hearts.

It cannot be reached even in human dreams. So high.

However, it cannot be reached even with layers of history.

Imagery, abnormality, origin.

It’s just not enough to reach that.

So, that’s not the name you need.

I picked up the sword.

“Miracle-”

The moment when the person touched by the blowing wind raises their head without realizing it, blinks their eyelashes and makes eye contact with me.

I knew its name.

“―Appearance.”

It was a strange posture.

The sword is placed in the center, with the blade and the sword pointing towards the enemy.

If it continues like this, I can’t cut it. Even stabbing is sloppy.

However, the history within it proves it.

This is a technology steeped in a person’s life and history.

The wizard’s face naturally stiffened.

His lips parted slightly, and words flowed out.

“Finance Minister… ?”

Imperial First Sword, Finance Minister Rie Hejedia.

Her swordsmanship, her life

I held it and smiled slightly.