Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 43

EP.43 Seeing the extinguished embers again

The body of an undead is as good as a corpse. Perhaps because of the nature of the immortal race, blood did not flow, but the bizarrely broken limbs and motionless chest did not feel the energy of life at all.

The right arm moves, but I’m not sure about this. Why do muscles move autonomously?

I muttered as I looked at the corpse.

“Would you wake up if I sprayed you with water?”

The vampire pointed out.

“Arthur. Don’t work in vain. The lives of natives are different from yours. If they touch the ground, they have infinite life, but because of that, they will never open their eyes here apart from the ground.”

However, in the regressor’s opinion, that undead witnessed what happened inside Tantalus. If you couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t be a witness.

hmm. Shall I try that method?

If the vitality was completely depleted, it would be meaningless to try. There is no firewood, so there is no fire.

However, the amount of beans eaten by the Undead over the past few days is at a level that makes one wonder if there is a hole in the supply system. If you lack vitality even after taking the grace of military corruption, that is not life, but lack of conscience.

I think it will happen if you just start a fire.

“Come on, everyone. I’m going to try a magic trick today.”

“Magic?”

“yes! That’s the magic of heart resuscitation! I will try to resurrect this man!”

Tada, I open my hands, but I hear a snort that is ridiculous from the other side. Looking over there, the vampire was laughing nonsensically.

“gibberish.”

The vampire who laughed at me for a long time dismissed my words briefly.

“Are you even a god? Or is the heart your toy? How do you make a stopped heart beat again?”

“A mystery that can never be achieved with the lack of imagination of ordinary people. That is magic.”

“If that’s the case, magic will raise the dead.”

As if there was no need to listen any further, the vampire slung the parasol over his shoulder and straightened his back. Now it was a non-verbal expression to draw attention.

At the same time, I feel an unusual reluctance.

A strange sensation as if a bone was caught in the throat. It was not the sensation I felt, but the emotion the vampire felt.

Unpleasant feeling with stabbing pain inside. An annoyance that is difficult to overcome with irritation.

Even when dealing with the regressor earlier, he was defensive, but he was a vampire who showed an accepting attitude. Are you showing hostility now? It’s strange. Honestly, isn’t it more shocking for a person 1200 years ago to say that a man likes a man than for his heart to beat again?

In times like these, you should read your thoughts. Where should I look?

I narrowed my eyes and focused on the vampire’s thoughts.

‘heart? crap. If the heart could start beating again so easily, all vampires would have their own heart by now. It became. No need to worry. That’s impossible.’

conclusion that it is impossible. What is this? A hardened accident? Kkondae’s stubbornness?

Or maybe sour grapes? Blind anger towards the negligence that I hoped to get my hands on, but ended up giving up after failing countless times?

‘I wandered around for a thousand years except for the first two hundred years. I have experienced many lives, I have seen everything in the world, I have dug into the darkest secrets and noble truths, and I have seen the things of God and the Devil with my own two eyes. Just as time that has passed cannot be undone, none of them can give new life to those who have passed away.’

or.

Is it the feeling of a child who lost something precious too early, hating his parents who abandoned him when he was young?

Hmm. This feeling is fresh.

Usually, if there is one emotion, the background related to it is clear, but perhaps because life is so long, it is difficult to pinpoint precisely because this incident and that incident are all intertwined.

In fact, the tower built during the 12th century must have been made of one or two stones. Thousands and tens of thousands of small stones and sand must share the burden, no matter how big or small.

‘Reviving the heart? nonsense. It is impossible. never. So far, no one has been able to find it, and if a great being in any harmony has presented such a method to humans… it cannot come this late. It means that there is no way it will come this late after all the good things have been lost in time. I can’t even do that.’

One thing is certain though.

The vampire wants his heart to beat again.

It is said that they wish to regain the life they lost when they were too young.

‘…You’re excited. He said he had no regrets about living another thousand years. It’s all anguish and greed.’

Can you say greed…? I can’t agree with him

The longing for life is not called greed. instinct or providence. An underlying premise or base. Because it is a categorical imperative that supports people under everything.

I’ve read enough vampires.

Perhaps because of that, a smile came out of his face.

Believing that something that has been denied for a thousand years is absolutely impossible.

If that actually happened, what would a vampire look like? What if an ordinary person like me actually performed the miracle right here in front of my eyes? Will a thousand years of failure be enjoyable in the face of one success that came like a coincidence? Or will you despair?

I’m curious. It’s unbearably fun.

So I spread my arms and shouted.

“great! When everyone thinks it is impossible, what a magician has to achieve in the end is the skill of a magician! As the Tyrkanjaka trainee denies it with all his might, my strength rises too! I understand. If that is what the trainee wants, then I, as a magician, will do my best to make it happen!”

The regressor who heard my words narrowed his brows.

“magician?”

“Ah ah! My nickname in the military was Magician!”

“What did you do that earned you the nickname Magician?”

“It’s a bargaining job! It’s a magic that makes money by fighting! Then the concept popped out!”

‘It must be… nonsense, right?’

Alas, let’s be careful. If you get too excited, you may be suspicious.

Big hum. Anyway.

“ruler. First of all, as long as something that exists in the world does not fall from the sky, there must be a suitable origin and history, right? I will explain step by step from the beginning.”

As I was about to get out the chalk, I realized that I had completely forgotten about chalk while making fun of the regressor. Does not matter. What matters is the story.

I turned around and started talking.

“Thunderbolt is the punishment of the celestials, pure power coming down from the sky! However, after the famous lightning thief incident, the heavenly gods took good care of the humans who returned the lightning to the sky and allowed them to use their powers. That’s it.”

While talking, I gathered my mana and raised my finger. At the end of people’s eyes, my fingers and my mouth grinning beyond that are caught.

“volt.”

grip support.

Yellow sparks flash. Even though the volatility was thick and quickly disappeared, an equally intense force spread through the air.

He said, shaking his fingers and scattering the remnants.

“The power to generate electricity. Since then, humans have been able to handle electricity… Although the power itself is so intense and short that its use is very limited. It is mainly used when lighting lamps, starting various devices, or removing soot or rust from iron.”

Then, he slowly pulls out a skewer. Holding the sharp skewer in my hand, I put on a mild expression so that everyone would feel safe.

“…Or to startle people who are unnecessarily heavy-mouthed and knock on the closed door? Is it similar in that it removes soot from the heart and makes it honest?”

Even though I expressed it as euphemistically as possible, the trainees, who are amazingly aware of bad things, understood what I meant.

‘Torture…’

He frowns at both the regressor and the vampire at the same time. The vampire frowned and lowered his parasol, and the regressor grabbed the desk. I can hear the sound of the steel plate being bent.

uhh I’ll have to skip this part soon. I said quickly.

“Ego. A very unusual fact was discovered during the peaceful interrogation of several people by the Ministry of Public Safety of the Military Government through electrical torture… no, electricity! Once again, an electric shock was given to a person whose heart stopped. Well! Cases where the heart beats again were frequently found!”

Distrust is felt from the vampire, and pessimism is felt from the regressor. what good Better than not feeling anything.

Ego. I heard the skewer in reverse. Then, squatting next to the undead body that was still cold, he carefully aimed at his heart.

“I will test that method on this Undead. Ego.”

Then, without hesitation, I struck the Undead’s heart with a skewer.

puck. Is this how it feels when you poke a bucket full of cement? There was only a faint sound, and my skewer could only dig half a finger into the Undead’s chest.

Is your body weird? Why does it look like hardened concrete? I can’t even stab myself in the chest with this skewer.

I put the skewer in my pocket and opened my hand to the regressor.

“…Hmmm. If you use a skewer, will your body hurt? Trainee Shay, could you lend me the knife that is floating by my head?”

“A thousand cherry blossoms?”

“Cheon-Aeng is a pretty name. Yes, I’ll write it clean and return it.”

The regressor narrowed his eyes and looked at me as if evaluating me.

‘I guess that skewer is not sharp. There’s no way that guy would ask for a knife because he couldn’t pierce even a single piece of flesh.’

It’s not. The day was standing. He sharpens me so that I can use it anytime, anywhere.

‘You must have asked me to borrow my sword because you were afraid that the Undead’s body would be shattered if you gave up, right? Anyway, I’m in a good position to know how he woke up.’

no, it was power. Even with all my strength, I was only able to dig in half a word.

I can’t even pretend to use my strength in front of a regressor. If I’m not careful, I might shatter the illusion I have.

‘It would be stupid to give my only weapon to a guy who might be an enemy, but… Heh, then it’s ridiculous to be on guard and not lend it to someone who might be an enemy. After all, only I can handle the cherry blossoms.’

The regressor happily waved his finger. Then, an invisible sword flew like a shot and lodged itself at my feet. The angel trembled as she dug three inches into the concrete ground.

“okay. Your skewers don’t seem to be enough. Where do you go?”

“thank you. I will write well.”

Fortunately, the regressor’s weapon, the cherry blossoms, was so good that even someone like me could use it. If I couldn’t sharpen it even with a knife like this, I would have been in big trouble.

“Ego. scalpel.”

The blade cuts through the flesh gently. The blood of the Undead was like living mucus, and even though he cut his chest, the blood did not flow out. Rather, it seemed to be hiding deep inside the body.

As I carefully pushed the flesh up, I could see my heart deep inside my black ribs. From here on, instead of forcibly digging into the flesh, the skewer was inserted. Until it touches the middle of the heart down there.

“I didn’t go to this extent of electric torture, but it’s better to be closer to the heart. If you cast it outside the body, there is a risk that the magic will dissipate. Anyway, shall we apply electricity to the heart that has stopped like this?”

Throw the angel to the side and do the somatics you learned before. Ceremonial magic that allows you to forcibly extract mana from within your body even if you do not have magical aptitude. One of the few practical inventions created by the military.

“Set theme Kat Obeli.”

and its improved form.

I extend the magic power that would normally have been mediated by my fingertips a little longer. The skewer in my hand extends so that magic can form on the tip of the steel needle that is like my limbs. Like that, the magic field penetrated the body of the undead along the tip of the skewer.

And when the magic reached my heart, I burned the magic and cast a spell. A little stronger than usual.

“Volt Franklin.”

Fall out!

The Undead’s body shuddered greatly. This is because the electric shock magic, which has the property of flowing, flowed through the body and stimulated the muscles.

Due to the repulsive action of magical power, my hand jumped up. I feel a tingling shock. The magic itself was a success. Now, only the results come out.

and right after.

“Huup!”

The Undead opened its eyes.