I Became the Wrong Race

91 – Cannibalism (12)

It was a classroom at sunset. The sunset falling layer by layer hung like a curtain at the old building, which gave off an old feel.

From the west side, where the windows were outside, to the east side, where the windows were in the hallway, everything was dyed scarlet.

There weren’t many desks and chairs, and they were close together, forming a kind of large table.

There was a variety of things spread out on it. A laptop, a notebook, a few pens, and even coffee that looks like it was bought outside.

“Ceebaal!”

Someone’s swear words rang out from above.

Kwaaang!

The desk, which was thrown with all its might, cut through the air and hit the window, immediately scattering into shredded debris.

A sound of heavy breathing was heard. When I looked closely, a corner of the classroom was full of debris like that.

Broken and splintered wood and a table leg that looks like an iron pipe that has been crushed or crushed by heat.

In front of him, the giant lamented with a frown on his face.

“Fuck…”

It was an abusive language that came out of nowhere.

It was also a magical swear word that expressed all kinds of joys and sorrows with one word.

And the man who spit out those curse words, Llewelyn, glared at the window in the hallway with a frown on his face.

The hallway was dark. It wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t see anything, but it was a contrasting atmosphere to the sunset outside.

I don’t even grow palm trees, so is it okay for it to be this dark?

With that foolish thought in mind, he grabbed the desk that he had already been thrown over twenty times, and a new one appeared each time he threw it.

With a deep breath, I turn my body and throw the desk with my waist and the muscles of my entire body.

Kwahwaah Ah Ah!

A destructive power that could not be created with the weak body he had before.

The desk, once again used as a weapon, scatters in all directions, and flying sawdust and metal pieces disturb the view.

Not only the walls but also the fragile glass windows were already torn off and rolling on the floor, but there was no change.

A quiet hallway without any signs, a glass window, and a hallway with a clear shadow as if it were denying all approaches.

The man, Llewellyn, contorted her face with nervousness and anxiety.

He was in a fantasy.

Maybe it’s not an illusion, but some quasi-dimension.

As he was not a wizard, there was no point in exploring it since he did not know anything, but one thing was certain.

He lost control of his body again.

When he turned his head, he saw the sunset.

It was a vermilion color that you had to look at for a long time to know that it was a sunset.

There were countless scarlet lights hanging in the sky.

Countless lights color the sky so much that it can be mistaken for a sunset at first glance.

However, if you look closely, you can see that it is different from the sunset.

It was a scarlet lantern that filled the sky above the underground city.

I don’t know if it’s natural or magical.

It was a light that always filled and brightened the underground city.

It was a fair fire. Llewelyn knows that. Now that she has come to this place, she has seen it from above.

That’s why she looked at the scene under the sunset with a gloomy expression.

A loud roar is heard filtered through. Following the roar, the outstretched fist explodes flesh, and then the ax that is pointed at is bounced off the wrist of the armor and swings the leg.

A snow leopard jumps on the swung leg, dodges, and kicks the chin with its leg, and a monster wearing dark red armor.

The fight between the two monsters continued without hesitation, even though everything was covered with their own blood.

Behind the thump, thud, boom, there was a prisoner standing high up.

A woman with her long tail hanging down, her ears down, and fiddling with the catapult with an expression as if she were about to cry.

Those blue-grey eyes were close. The whole scene was visible through the window where the sunset came in.

It was a fantasy. I couldn’t dismiss it as a dream and everything I saw as an illusion.

The memories engraved on this body and the density of those memories told her that it couldn’t be like that.

That’s why she was judged. He is now in an illusion, and the control of his body has been taken away by someone else, and he is in this pitiful place.

“It’s really embarrassing.”

Laughter leaks out in emptiness. Gray eyes looking at the sunset with that smile.

The battle between monsters appeared in his eyes

Selma is not afraid of death, does not ruminate on her wounds, and simply rushes in to destroy her enemy and shows off her frenzied fight against it.

As Llewelyn looked at her, she realized that this was all Selma’s plan for her.

No, not everyone?

It would have been true to eat her sister or have her sister eat her.

I just assumed this case.

That fact became even more devastating.

She was determined not to choose either way. Because she knew that she was different and that she would not be swayed, and even the decisions she made were in her hands.

If the results were good, I would have achieved a mental victory, but I couldn’t.

This was especially true in that the quality of fantasy was different from before.

Unlike in the past when she could be controlled by a computer, there was nothing Llewelyn could do now.

She just throws her desk out the window in a desperate attempt to get out while watching the monster fight.

Llewelyn grabbed the corner of her desk and sat down on it with a sigh.

How did it end up like this?

The reason was obvious.

Mother, Netel, devil.

It was because this being called by many names, an intelligence with transcendent power, wanted it.

Llewellyn thought she had superhuman mental powers.

She believed that she could repel any attempt to invade her mind, that she could suppress any kind of madness with her own reason.

He believed that he would avoid the tragic situation that would arise unexpectedly, and that a smooth path would be waiting for him.

My plan was perfect and flawless, and I let my guard down, thinking that it would somehow work out.

But that wasn’t the case.

He was imprisoned in this illusion simply because he hoped for a transcendent being.

A decision without even a plan was used against him and he was driven into this situation, and the wonderful words he said turned into bluff that could not come true.

That was the result. The reason why Llewelyn continued to resist in vain.

Isla was looking at Llewelyn and Selma with a bewildered expression.

She was despairing that she could not get involved in that fight, and that even if she did, she could not get the results she wanted.

It wasn’t her territory. She was a hunter, a job that unleashed powerful firepower from a distance with the help of good equipment and appropriate unique skills.

However, there were no weapons, and the enemy level was far superior.

To make matters worse, there was no proper prayer.

Even if Isla didn’t have magical power, she wouldn’t have been able to use it.

What can be used is minor detection abilities or transformation.

That doesn’t help now. So there wasn’t much she could do.

Just watching as Llewelyn becomes less and less human and Selma instigates it.

There was nothing more she could do.

Just like Llewelyn standing in this fantasy.

Llewelyn looked at Isla. She was seen fiddling nervously with her catapult, trying to make a futile attack.

“Then die, don’t…” ” ” .”

Words don’t reach. Llewelyn lamented that fact again.

Would you consider Isla to be the mother who rules over that body?

Llewelyn didn’t think so.

She will probably die.

To make matters worse, the balance of the fight was tipping.

Armor that moves with will and blocks all attacks had a complete advantage over hunters whose specialty was precise and agile attacks.

She drops her ax and kicks it away faster than she can pick it up. She chases after the flying Selma, planting her hands on the ground and throwing her as she comes up.

Selma takes it with a smile, but for a moment her whole body becomes tattered and then regenerates.

Both have her mother’s powers. Playback was natural. That’s why it was absurd.

How powerful can one be to stand by and watch two people who have received his power fight?

In reality, it’s eating away at one’s own flesh.

Only then did Llewelyn realize the power of the existence of ‘mother’.

A being with seemingly infinite regenerative power. A monster that naturally uses the power of death to plunder life.

The absolute one to whom all kinds of powerful beings voluntarily bow their heads.

So resistance was meaningless. Even though Llewelyn realized this, she couldn’t look away.

Isla was visible. She finally gets the courage to come down.

The moment when Selma falls and she smiles and tries to accept her death.

Kang!

She fired a stone and knocked Llewelyn on the head.

And the monster that got stoned didn’t even bend its head.

He just silently lifted his helmet with his gray eyes hidden and looked at Isla.

I approach. The sunset is falling. A glimmer of hope can be seen beneath Isla’s frightened expression

Her vain hope that Llewelyn would recognize her and come to her her her her senses her her her her was showing.

Selma was laughing when she saw that.

She thought that if she was going to be eaten anyway, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for them both to be eaten.

So she rather puts down her ax and does not resist. She lies down, closes her eyes, and even hums her song. Because she did her part

Everything is late and in vain.

My teeth clenched as a thought suddenly occurred to me. Llewelyn stared at her sunset and moved her her body her her her.

“aah!”

The desk rolls over with a crash. Suddenly, the desk I picked up and swung hit the window again and bounced off, and flying pieces of wood brushed my skin.

It stings. It hurts because it got stuck. I feel throbbing muscles and stiff joints from exerting too much force.

Nevertheless, Llewelyn did not stop.

He picked up the desk that reappeared and swung it.

The desk, with only its legs remaining, was repeatedly hit by flying wood chips against the window.

Even he gets crushed and falls to the floor.

Even the pain was ignored and pointless resistance was repeated.

Throwing chairs, hitting desks, pounding the floor, and splitting the ceiling.

I broke it and broke it again and again.

He did so even though he knew it was pointless resistance.

Without any idea that this resistance would have any meaning, she just resisted vaguely.

He did not rest due to the feeling of deprivation of having his body taken away and the anxiety of losing the precious person who loved him.

He had nothing, so losing even a little was painful.

I didn’t want to lose it because I didn’t have anything.

If possible, I was greedy and wanted to have everything.

I wanted to be happy, I wanted to live comfortably, and I wanted all kinds of people to support me.

I didn’t want to hurt someone precious like this with my body. So Llewelyn desperately resisted.

A normal person would have given up and thought everything was futile, but Llewelyn was able to repeat the same action hundreds or thousands of times.

He was that kind of person.

A person who does not know how to give up and knows how to quietly do what he or she must do, no matter how unfortunate the situation.

You could say it’s stupid.

Someone watching him thought that was honest.

Is that why?

The desk that had been swung repeatedly turned into a pile of ashes and scattered, and light shimmered over Llewelyn, who fell down in the same position she was swung at.

The sun was rising.

Llewelyn lifted his head blankly from his sitting position and looked out.

The sunset sky was spreading to the sun.

Just like the long wave that sawed in through the shallow window of the semi-basement.

It was raining on this desolate classroom.

It was warm. Be kind. However, he was also weak and indecisive.

The rising sun shimmered gently.

“… “Father.”

Words I have never said before. It wasn’t until Llewelyn spoke that he realized what it was.

A being who has become a transcendental being, a creator caring whom the three clans desperately seek, the last custodian of the pantheon and a child of the gods.

He wanted to help Llewelyn.

So the window was opened.

The curtains fluttered, and a warm spring breeze saw in from the open window.

A sacred wind that rises from the pantheon. When Llewelyn faced it, she looked behind her, a chill running down her spine.

There was a dark hallway.

The writhing darkness scratched at the windows of the hallway. The long fingernail marks left behind were creepy.

On the day my sister disappeared, I entered the house and saw the gloomy blue light of the computer turned on, engulfing half of the classroom.

In the fluttering light, Llewellyn’s shadow danced in countless divisions.

A father who spreads a soft but warm light.

And the mother who provides gloomy yet comfortable darkness.

The transcendent and the absolute.

Those who ran away and those who stood by were all reaching out to Llewelyn.

He told me to hold his hand and that he would help.

Llewelyn blinked her eyes blankly as she looked at her hands.

His eyes turned to the warm light.

Father.

Creator of the three clans.

He abandoned the three clans he created and ascended to heaven.

It was irresponsible and helpless. He is kind and warm, and he knows the human heart.

That was all.

He failed. He was a failure. He did everything half-heartedly and was not successful.

So what about the opposite?

This time, the gray eyes aimed at the gloomy light on the other side.

Mother, Netel.

The will of this world and the devil-like absolute.

She took responsibility for those who lived under her skin

However, it was a bleak responsibility that she did not know the human mind, and she was virtually nothing more than a bystander.

He is evil, wants nothing, and gives great power too easily.

It was not a good existence to be on this earth.

A god who is helplessly sad and a devil who makes everything go to the worst possible situation.

Llewellyn grabbed the desk for the last time under the gaze of those two beings.

The classroom was distorted and splitting.

Stepping on the collapsing ground, Llewelyn took a deep breath.

“I’m not going to make any nonsense about getting into that position.”

Shadows and light stop. Llewelyn glared at the god and the devil.

“But, if you’re going to do it like that.”

Light and shadow cross like a high desk bisecting them.

“Just leave the place and get out of here, you bastards!”

The moment the desk hits the ground.

Awesome!

The illusion has collapsed.

*

Selma laughed.

The plan was successful.

Her mother gave her grace, and her warrior was completely forged in her mother’s grace.

There was nothing to be afraid of now. Now that the bowl is finally in her mother’s hands, all that’s left is to happily eat it.

She didn’t mind if the process was a little different and her sister was eaten first instead of her.

In any case, in that seeing life, her sister and herself will become one.

In her ecstasy, Selma tried to watch her sister being eaten.

Holding her catapult in her hand, Isla just stands helpless, unable to harm the man she loves.

She eventually gave up.

Since she couldn’t bring herself to harm Llewelyn, she would rather give him back the life he saved.

She rationalized it and closed her eyes tightly.

She didn’t know where to start chewing, or whether to kill and eat first.

Still, if there was one thing I hoped for, I just hoped that Llewelyn wouldn’t suffer too much.

So she stood tall and closed her eyes. Shaking her shoulders, she held the slingshot in her hand in fear.

I hesitated and suffered several times in what felt like an eternity. With the thoughts that drove her to self-destruction the moment she came up with them.

That happens to everyone when they face death.

But strangely enough, the moment was long. Death did not come. Isla opened her eyes late.

“Hello.”

It was a familiar voice. Isla faced the gray eyes inside her helmet.

The creaking body her she moved. Her armored hand her came up to stroke Isla’s her head her her her, then she stroked her cheek gently, and then she withdrew.

“I was a little late.”

Isla couldn’t answer because her throat was choked. She just gaped and chewed her lips.

But Llewellyn felt like he had heard her answer.

“It’s okay now.”

Still, it wasn’t as late as she said, she thought. He took her hand away from stroking Isla and placed it over her body.

Towards her armor

Sigh!

Something impossible was happening.

Dujik, dudududuuk!

No one could stop him, and even the transcendental and the absolute could only watch him.

Under the gaze of countless beings, Llewelyn grasped the cocoon that wrapped herself.

Her mouth opened.

Her screams were a mixture of pain and joy.

With a face distorted in pain, I tear a piece of her armor from my skin.

Her flesh was flying, her muscles were cracking, her veins were rising and bursting, and blood was spraying everywhere.

Llewelyn was fumbling, throwing off her chrysalis.

The space trembles. The lanterns filling the underground city sway left and right. Amidst the rubble and scattered death, people saw humans tearing out of their cocoons.

“aa!”

Torn armor is rolling around on the floor.

Metal pieces flying in all directions scream and retreat.

A person who cannot even control life and death shakes off the hand that was wrapping around him.

I don’t need your help anymore.

If you won’t do it, I will do it.

Don’t try to control me anymore.

The world gazes at him amidst his screams

He finally took off every last piece.

Quad dud deud deuk!

As the cocoon that covered his body his returned to the shadows, silence came.

Exciting.

In that silence, everyone had their eyes on the man.

Excited, Excited.

A human standing with his arms wide open, radiating golden light from his heart.

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Immortal]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 8]

[Reputation: ?]

[Strength: 22(+6)][Dexterity: 20(+5)][Health: 22(+6)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

[Play time: 9,512 hours]

The last appearance of God on this earth.