I Killed the Heroine in the Game

05 : I went to the academy for the first time today. Of course, I didn’t go there as a student.

Loneliness[蠱毒].

Usually, after filling a jar full of poisonous insects or animals, they eat each other.

It is a curse that puts the last one left in a casting known as the ‘solitude jar’ and keeps it.

This curse of solitude is a terrible curse possessed by the last remaining one at the end of the bloody battle, and it is a powerful curse that is said to dare kiII even the king.

In the past, there were many cases where even famous slanderers in the Orient died unable to cope with the process of creating loneliness.

Is it because loneliness is such a terrible curse even if you are lucky enough to complete the solitude jar?

Most of the surviving records say that the sorcerer who created solitude fails to manage the urn containing solitude and ends up dying from being eaten by solitude.

Modern exorcists infer that such accidents occur because the casting called the solitude jar cannot bear the curse of solitude.

It is said that there are less than ten solitude jars left in modern times due to the above management difficulties.

Personally, I find it surprising that even one remains, but first of all, all solitude pots are strictly managed at the national level.

When a person who tries to make a new pot of solitude is found, the government is preventing the creation of solitude to the extent that even if all trials are skipped and even if the person is kiIIed on the spot, they will be acquitted.

In China, even a person’s family who tries to make it is punished by guilt-by-association and executed. The solitude pot is a curse and a fetish that is treated as a taboo among taboos.

And according to Gwi-tae- such a heinous fetish, the solitude pot, is in the basement of this warehouse…….

“If you are a person with a lot of money, wouldn’t you rather try to find a better place for yourself? Common sense.”

“What can an old man with a lot of money do when he feels bored when he has only a few days left to live?”

Persuasive…….

There is!

I shook my head vertically at a fact I couldn’t bear to deny.

In front of the warehouse entrance. Gwi-tae, who stopped me, told me in detail about the curse of loneliness and the potion of loneliness.

I don’t know why Gwi-tae is telling me this, or how he knows this.

Even in the red mask, her explanation was accurate and useful, so I put my doubts aside and engraved her explanation in my mind.

I thought next. This request. Picked the wrong one

I opened the textbook that Dog sh*t got from her grandmother and checked it again.

It is said that if the jar of solitude is broken, the solitude inside it pops out and attracts all living things around it, engaging in a bloody struggle and becoming a more and more terrible curse.

It is said that even in the middle of a bone competition, the casting to store solitude is broken, so solitude is uncontrollable and indiscriminately curses nearby creatures or areas.

It attracts all living things nearby and spreads curses on the surrounding area or people as it grows stronger. It’s a really nasty thing.

They say the only way to deal with it is to destroy the loneliness itself.

If it was easy, I wouldn’t have to wrap my head around it.

The body of solitude appears to be a poisonous insect, but that insect is something that has turned into a curse.

Simply pouring spiritual power into it and hitting it with physical force cannot inflict a single wound.

That’s why when an accident occurs when the pot of solitude breaks, it’s not just the exorcist who goes.

It is said that the shamans in charge of barriers, purification, and curses are active and arrange the case in such a way that the curse of solitude is lifted and removed.

Where is the shaman here?

What’s even more troubling is that there’s a high possibility that the rich president who commissioned me doesn’t even know about the pot of solitude.

Go down to the basement and break the jar. The contents of the request are proof of that.

No matter how much money and taste you have, will you spend hundreds of millions of dollars to break the jar of solitude and throw your place, money, and family into the abyss?

So what makes the most sense right now is that the wealthy chairman didn’t know that he had a jar of solitude.

The only way to explain the current situation is that they hired me because they just had an accident while moving it, and they thought that simply breaking the casting would solve the case.

Okay. Now then what should I do? I scratched my chin and pondered.

Abandon the request and report the situation? It may not be a good choice.

What would he do if he heard my story and realized that he had been in a major accident?

As an A-class exorcist, it might not be possible, but it was difficult to predict the reaction as it was a situation.

No, in fact, what happens after the report is ultimately what happens later, so you can think about it later. Now, the situation is far from the worst.

I honestly let out a sigh of relief when I saw the half-open warehouse door.

Usually, evil spirits gather when the seal of a cast made for poor quality purposes is broken.

Since he was at an age where he did not know anything about the curse of solitude, if Gwi-tae had not stopped him, there is a high possibility that he would have died in the warehouse.

Even if you survive to the end by fighting something drawn into loneliness, wouldn’t it be the curse of loneliness?

It doesn’t matter if you die, but it’s a refusal to become something unknown like a curse.

Is Gwi-tae the savior of my life? She panicked when she suddenly said she was lonely, but I knew she was trying to help me. How to say thank you.

As I obediently handed over my thanks, I also put a question in my mouth.

“Thank you for saving me. Thanks to you, I live. But why is this monstrosity a B-grade fetish?”

If you just listen to the explanation, I think you can get A rank.

I heard that evil spirits are class A if they have a body and can cause mass destruction. If you think about it, wouldn’t it be natural to have an A grade?

To my question, Gwi-tae answered honestly, even with her slightly pouty face as she twisted her own long hair.

“Grade A castings are items made by spirits or graded. Excalibur from England in mythology or the sword Gram from Norse mythology, etc.”

“Class A is a miracle just by existing, and it is a sacred object that prevents any curse from approaching it just by placing it somewhere.”

Really?

I’m a bit late with Gwi-tae’s explanation, but I remembered the grade of the blue dragon sword I got through the previous quest.

I wasn’t even expecting that it would be such a huge thing, so I was genuinely surprised.

I can’t even sell a thing like that! sh*t!

It’s obvious that it’s difficult to even take it out and use it. If someone finds out that you are using A-class castings, that will become a nuisance.

It took only 10 seconds for the blue dragon sword I had never seen before to turn into a nuisance in me.

“It’s tougher than the A-class demon standard.”

“You don’t know how difficult it is to have a physical body, which is the standard for a class A demon…?”

“I don’t know.”

The only Class A demon I’ve dealt with is a red mask.

The red mask was also frighteningly strong.

Doesn’t it honestly make you feel even if a national emergency is triggered just by the appearance of an A-class?

I licked my lips. Gwi-tae laughed at my face.

“—-As an exorcist, you can understand this by studying a little, but you really don’t know anything?”

“I didn’t even finish middle school properly and went around.”

“Oh, me too.”

At my words, Gwi-tae covered her mouth with her hand and smiled lowly.

Then she shut her mouth abruptly and said with hesitation.

“ㅡ Don’t you ask? How I came to find you.”

“Huh? I’m not interested. You saved my life. If you’re here for business, take care of yourself. Oh, is there anything you’d like me to help with? I’ll listen to you first and help you if I can.”

“Uh… no, it’s okay, yo.”

I don’t know ‘why’ Gwi-tae came here, but she could infer ‘how’ she got to where I am.

Her younger brother Nom said that Gwi-tae used her ears and eyes to exorcise evil spirits in the world.

If she has the skiII to control evil spirits, she will be able to release even evil spirits and find where I am.

In this world, if you open your eyes and wander around, you can see evil spirits everywhere, so is stalking something difficult?

I thought so and got up.

For some reason, my intuition is telling me to get out of this warehouse right now.

I can’t seem to get rid of the thought that I’m missing something important.

It is said that there is no reason or logic, but there are certain things that work better.

If you go down the same way you came up, you’ll be there in no time. I tried to move my body in a hurry with those calculations.

The sensation of hitting the skin with ice water touched the skin.

A sudden sound from behind drew my gaze involuntarily. The sound came from the slightly open door of the warehouse I was trying to get out of.

The crack in the door had been covered in thick darkness before, so it was impossible to see inside.

But it was different now. Strangely long fingers and arms protruded from the cracks in the door. In the darkness, human pupils were tightly packed, looking at me.

Human instinct calls out to run away from this place right now.

Following my instincts, I tried to hurriedly run away, but before that, an arm stretched out from the gap grabbed me in an instant.

“This—- crazy—-.”

What is Sifal! No, what the hell is this?!

What came to my mind at the moment of crisis was the contents of the request and the information about loneliness and the jar of loneliness that I learned about through Gwi-tae and the textbook.

I feel a sense of incongruity as the information gathers in my head.

The commissioned chairman confirmed that the seal on one of the castings secretly collected here was broken and called for a quiet clean-up.

He said there were no other victims working in the warehouse.

The Solitude Pot is a casting that breaks easily because it cannot overcome the curse of loneliness.

The risk is great and the damage is great, so the grade is B. It’s odd to me that it’s safe to say I didn’t go inside this small warehouse building.

In addition, it is said that if the jar of solitude is broken, solitude pops out and attracts all living things nearby to engage in bone-training competition.

It’s strange. The two pieces of information don’t match.

So, what is it? Neither the president nor the textbooks have any reason to lie.

Then, the possibility I can think of right now is—- the possibility that the urn of solitude was not completely broken.

It wasn’t completely broken, it was minor damage, so the people in this warehouse were safe, but now the jar is completely broken, right?

“What a f*cking dog..!”

If you’re unlucky, anything happens, but this! Sipal!

I tried to shake my hand off, but I couldn’t.

Even in front of the tremendous power, I tried to escape with my teeth clenched, but I was dragged into the warehouse.

Gwi-tae’s face in the middle of it looked like he was very surprised. I swallowed the last of her surprised face into the darkness.