I Became the Wrong Race

189 – Life and Death (3)

“… “Isn’t this going too far?”

Even if it wasn’t Llewelyn, it was normal to say that in this situation.

Of course, it is said that the gods of life and death have a disgusting appearance, and they are reluctant to even face them because they evoke instinctive fear and fear in humans.

Are you saying that the demonic spirit is the cause? In Llewelyn’s opinion, it was an absurd speculation.

“Then the Demonic Realm in the Old Continent was also responsible for that? Even if the reasons are different… “It’s such a ridiculous story.”

From a realistic perspective, it is an impossible story.

It might be possible since the opponent is a god, but no matter what.

“It’s one thing to travel back and forth from the Old World to the New World, but why would you do such a thing…” ” ? .”

“Maybe there is a reason.”

I couldn’t say no. As Llewellyn faced the lioness, she wondered why she had to defend such an abomination.

‘… ‘Why do I hate it?’

I frowned slightly at the thought that immediately occurred to me. Arva seemed to take it a little differently.

“It is not something that is simply overlooked. Look at this here.”

Arva held out something of hers and placed it on the table.

“A piece of stone?”

It looked like an ordinary piece of stone, but had a subtle purple color.

It’s something that gives off a strange feeling and doesn’t look good at all.

Arba slowly presented the piece of stone in front of Llewelyn and she held it in both hands.

Tduduk!

And she broke it. It was around this time that Llewelyn was wondering what on earth he was doing.

The sound of something being crushed and a small scream rang out from under the steel that wrapped both her hands.

“… “This is.”

Blooming between the steel vambraces is something that not only Llewellyn, but even Lucilla has ever seen.

The wriggling thing looked like an earthworm.

However, it was only a wriggling shape, and the roots had the shape of something you might have seen once when the tails of rats got entangled and a mass death occurred.

A root that even feels like some kind of malice. Fittingly, the stomach wriggles with pain and malice.

Even though it may not be able to pierce the steel vambrace, it moves busily, biting the vambrace and hitting it with its body.

Llewelyn was speechless as she looked down at such a strange creature.

“What is this? Where did this come from…”

“It is a piece of stone from the castle wall.”

As I spoke, I noticed a strangely familiar pattern. The unique shape of the stacked stones of the castle wall.

It was part of it. It was just a very small part, so I didn’t recognize it at first.

Llewelyn became curious as she looked at the carvings of the castle wall. So what is this?

Arba answered.

“This is a piece of stone from the castle wall that has been stained by the devil.”

As the saying goes, it had a unique color.

Something close to purple. An unidentified bug writhing inside.

That wasn’t everything. Even the stone fragments of the castle wall seemed to have been weathered by some strange phenomenon.

‘No, it’s not weathering. This… I feel like I’m dead.’

Llewelyn wasn’t an architectural expert, so he couldn’t say exactly what it was.

Llewellyn didn’t seem to be the only one who thought that way. Lucilla’s face naturally darkened, and she was looking at Orthemilia with interest.

“… So, what does this have to do with that monster?”

He seemed uncomfortable with the expression that the God of Dreams was still a monster, but he had no time to say anything.

Arva nodded at his subordinate, and the subordinate, who had been silently standing, stepped forward and dropped a large piece of stone.

It was about 10 times the size of the piece of stone that Arva had split with her hands.

A rock that is so completely corroded that it looks like it will fall apart just by touching it.

The shape of a foot stamped on it.

Llewelyn’s expression hardened. Only then did she become familiar.

There was a subtle soot remaining on the rock. The area where the soot remained shiny with a dull purple color.

Lucilla said without realizing it that she recognized the soot left on the rock.

“This… “Star flame?”

The unique technique I used a little while ago. The localized core flames used to push away and kill the monster that approached her brother.

The god of life and death was not hurt at all, but clear scars remained on the castle wall.

Lucilla clearly recognized her skills, and Arba nodded her head.

“Do you understand now?”

The fallen rock screams suppressed in its dull color. Arva took the rock and spoke with a long sigh.

“Why do I say that monster is the cause?”

Llewelyn knew then that this was a problem she couldn’t just ignore.

This was a problem that had to be confirmed, no matter what the truth was.

And Llewelyn always preferred direct solutions.

After some time, Arba sighed at the report of his subordinate

“Jeokmyeok and his companions left for the devil’s land?”

*

If this were a game, Llewelyn’s course of action would have been very different from what it is now.

If it were a game, she would have farmed everything she could around, cleared all the subquests she could unlock, and then set out to follow Life and Death.

But this isn’t a game. Although there is a status window, the rules of the game are not applied to a large extent or are barely applied.

Llewelyn had long since accepted living in this world as her own life, without thinking of it as a game or entertainment.

Your world is now here. Even if this is nothing more than the flapping of a butterfly’s wings or a dream.

Llewelyn decided to do her best here. Even if she is a fantasy, if she does her best, she will have no regrets.

So Llewelyn decided to go straight ahead and solve the urgent problem first.

“I’m happy.”

The god of life and death who walked first spoke. Llewelyn followed the god behind him and glanced around her.

It was the devil.

This was my first time seeing it in real life, having only seen it in games, and it was a place I couldn’t relate to.

From trees and grass to rocks.

Everything was purple and extremely distorted, greatly deviating from its original shape.

The shadows seemed to be writhing, and even the falling sunlight could not reach my toes, so it felt dark everywhere.

“Steward. “What about you?”

“Neither happy nor unpleasant. Just… “I don’t like this place.”

“You will get used to it.”

The God of Life and Death said so, and the God of Dreams, who was swaying on Llewelyn’s back and waist, let out a sigh.

Llewelyn and even the God of Dreams couldn’t agree with that.

Magyeong was that kind of place. A place you never get used to no matter how much you see or experience.

Even in games, if you’re not going there to farm, it’s a place you probably don’t want to go near.

Llewelyn was walking through such a magical world. She had the gods of life and death right in front of her, the god of dreams hanging behind her her waist her, and behind her was her her sister her her her, who looked at her surroundings her of her with an uncomfortable expression.

Ortemilia was left behind in Arba. The reason was that in this environment, if the gods of life and death defected, they could not be protected.

Yes. Llewelyn was always following the God of Life and Death, ready to kill him.

The excuse was simple.

“Still, I’m happy.”

A monster-like god who lets out a hissing sound that doesn’t know whether he’s laughing or not. It trudged through her demonic landscape with thick legs that felt like old trees.

“You once hated our love, but now you help us.”

Llewellyn, she said, would take him up on his offer and help her separate from her.

At first she thought she could simply take her chances.

Unexpectedly, the god of life and death was rational.

He led Llewelyn, saying that in order to separate her, he had to use the tools prepared in his residence her her her, so Llewelyn had no choice but to follow him, even though he was skeptical.

She also wanted to look around the magic world at least once.

Still, he didn’t just leave. Before that, I completed a rough research on the Demonic Sutra.

First of all, Magyeong was not a completely unexplored place.

There was no one in the city without ambition or ambition. Among them, there were many ambitious mercenaries who wanted to conquer the Magyeong and cultivate their own land, and such people formed an expedition party and left for the Magyeong.

On the other hand, it is right to be put to death for a crime, but those who deserve capital punishment are also driven out to the devil.

He said there would be no people at all. I don’t know how long or how I will survive.

The man who seemed to be Arva’s assistant testified as much. Llewelyn was intent on finding traces of those people.

The information they have, the knowledge they have about the Demonic Sutra.

She thought it would all be helpful.

Because the magic world in the Old World and the magic world in this new continent seemed very different.

Just as Llewelyn and Lucilla are homunculi, but they are different in detail.

“You acknowledge our love.”

“… In some ways, it could be so.”

So Llewelyn walked, appropriately responding to her words of life and death.

One option would have been to ignore her instead of confronting her, but she couldn’t do that.

This was because she could not say that the case of life and death was entirely someone else’s business.

Llewelyn has already encountered Lucilla and her body.

She sowed her seed inside the body of her own sister her, Lucilla, and Lucilla’s body still contained Llewelyn’s seed her.

Moreover, when she woke up in the future, there was a high possibility that her sister would be next to her, so if it was a forbidden relationship between her siblings, she would be talking about herself.

The only difference is that on the other side, both sides are gods, come into contact with bodies, fuse together, and cause harm to the world, and on this side, they are not.

If the case had been slightly wrong, the position would have been the opposite. So Llewellyn had no choice but to silently agree.

She also wanted to resolve the issue in a good way.

If her siblings live separately, Llewelyn will also feel that her taboo relationship is somewhat tolerated.

With those thoughts in mind, Llewelyn looked back at her sister, and Lucilla smiled brightly, softening her gaze as her younger brother appeared in her sharp eyes, wary of her surroundings.

Her eyes were full of affection. She even twitched the corners of her mouth and spoke with a smile.

The shape of her mouth brought a slight color to her Llewelyn’s face.

Since it was a sudden confession of love, it couldn’t be helped. Llewelyn looked in front of her without even clearing his throat.

Since nothing could stop her anymore, Lucilla could not hide her love her for her younger brother her her her.

Even Ortemilia, who wasn’t very quick to notice, found herself staring at her siblings with slightly narrowed eyebrows.

But, what can you do?

There was nothing Orthemilia could do if she noticed.

Even though she eats and gives birth, all Ortemilia can do is observe rare cases of homunculus inter-conception.

That made Lucilla even more confident. The reason I don’t hold her hand or cling to her right now is because it’s a dangerous place.

If she had been in a different place, she would have already walked with her arms crossed.

Llewelyn walked in silence because she knew this well, and soon she narrowed her eyes to the light in the distance.

The distance decreases. There were three adventurers at the bonfire.

It looks like the expedition I heard about a while ago. Llewelyn tried to approach them to get information.

Kwazijijijijik!

Life and death flew by faster than a greeting, a light wave, or a closer look at their appearance.

At the end of the acceleration, which left no trace, there was an attack. Ultra-fast speed that even means and methods cannot be confirmed.

Even in Llewellyn’s eyes, it was cut to pieces, as it rose from the campfire and placed its hand on her weapon to guard it.

The only trace left behind by the three adventurers was the six pieces. Llewellyn stood frozen over the bonfire and looked at life and death.

Judging is distorted. No matter how much of an enemy it is, I don’t like it when people die. Maybe it’s a monster.

Llewellyn’s eyes trembled with her twisted judgment, and she looked at life and death as they were.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Life and death speak calmly.

“… Sejin.”

My sister grabbed my forearm faster than the nausea rising from her calmness.

Llewelyn unconsciously saw her corpse as it touched her forearm her.

She discovered that the body was not human.

The body, split from the upper left to the lower right, was something that clumsily imitated a human shape.

Teeth her she was sprouting from the cracks in her armor and wriggling, and a suppressed scream like I had already heard was coming out.

The expression hardens. The complexion becomes pure white. The god who lived in her demon world spoke to Llewelyn.

“There are a lot of animals here. Be careful. “I am a child of the sun.”

Words that break off. As she watched the three struggling monsters, Llewelyn vaguely realized her demonic state.