Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

The regressor was stunned, but he was speechless for a moment because Tyr nodded as if he agreed.

“for a moment! Do you have time to sleep now? What hasn’t been decided yet…”

Whooping regressor. Taking a break is not something you set aside time for. Just follow what your body tells you to do.

Oh, is it a limit? I endured for a long time. My normal body.

Feeling the voice of the regressor drifting away from my ears, I fell asleep on the porch.

When I opened my eyes, the world was dark.

Can’t you see because it’s night? No, this is an army. It is a crazy country where night and darkness are not a reason not to work. Magic lights are always on in the streets, so the outlines of objects must be visible in the leaking light unless they are tightly wrapped with curtains. But now I can’t even see my hand.

Maybe it’s the underworld… Let’s just joke about stupid things like that. There’s no way this harsh world will make room for a backward beast.

Now, then, what is this darkness that covers me? It is not difficult to reason. No matter how much I can’t even see this texture. The identity of this darkness, like black ashes… is the darkness of the founder Tyrkanjaka.

Then, escaping the darkness is simple. I jumped up and cried out.

“The answer is Tyr wrapped me in darkness!”

Well, I already knew because of the sound of my heart coming from beside me.

When I got up, I saw a bright sky outside the window. Compared to the clear weather, the room was dark, and the reason could be found right next to it.

When I turned my head, I saw Tyr sitting on the coffin next to me, staring at me. Tyr smiled benevolently and tilted his parasol slightly.

“phew. You woke up.”

“Looking at the light outside, I guess I haven’t slept in a while.”

“then. I slept only one day.”

“Ah yes. Not just one day… but a full day?”

From the vampire’s point of view, a day seemed to be ‘only’. hmm. Have you ever been so tired? Somehow, my body felt sore. I grabbed both hands and raised them above my head to

stretch. arm! muscles!”

“Why are you doing that, phew?”

I didn’t know it because my muscles were stiff from sleeping, but when I moved, I felt tremendous muscle pain all over my body.

I am the king of humans, but I lost my power due to some incident. This body is extremely ordinary. However, yesterday, with this bumpy body, he walked all day drug-drug and mind-reading, climbed and descended ladders, ran between gears, and fought a battle.

I grunted and cried.

“Quick, dope! If there are no drugs, even a doctor!”

“Isn’t the order reversed! Come on, anyway, the doctor…”

‘Wait. Even though it was a thousand years ago, I did the work of a lawmaker… in a way.’

“Uh huh. I have a technique to release the clotted blood.”

“I’m sorry, but if you’re going to do something with blood in my body, I’ll refuse. Please don’t do it until right before I die.”

“It’s cold…”

Of course. I can’t help but feel a sense of rejection when I try to knead my blood vessels myself. No matter how much I live like a dog chaban, I cannot survive by putting other people’s blood into my veins.

If it becomes common knowledge to everyone, I don’t know, but it’s nonsense. How the hell would the world have to turn upside down?

“Grunt. Is there anyone who can heal this wound… Should I ask Mr. Shay for some magical candles?”

Coincidentally, if you were a regressor, you were sitting in a corner with your back to the wall, dozing off. I got up and approached the regressor.

“Hey, Shay. Are you sleeping in the middle of the day? Stop sleeping and take some medicine that works well for my body…”

Just before my hand touches the body of the regressor.

An invisible blade was directed at my throat. A sharp wind hit my neck lightly and then dissipated. An eerie sensation stopped me on the spot. If I move a little further, I will be decapitated for the distance I have moved.

…for a moment. what’s this. nothing was read

no more than that! You’re still asleep!

I know that the regressor moves faster than I thought with a thousand radius. But at that time, there was a consciousness of using qigong. But now the regressor is asleep.

“…Haam. what. why?”

Does it respond even when you are sleeping? What on earth did you inscribe on your body? I lifted my chin slightly and said.

“Please clean this up first.”

“uh? ah. hmm.”

The regressor retrieved the cherry blossoms while yawning. The regressor gave a small yawn and said curtly.

“Next time I sleep, don’t touch me. It’s relatively safe now, so I’m done with the neck, but if you’re seriously injured or mentally exhausted, you could unknowingly cut your throat.”

“Who knew that I would be attacked for waking up a person who was sleeping soundly in broad daylight? Isn’t it too much sleep?”

“joy. M says You also slept all day yesterday.”

“I have merit. You defeated Maximilien with Leah.”

“I can defeat Maximilien too! Just take that!”

‘I know. I knocked him down Back in the days when Jizan wasn’t there, I had to aim for a gap between Maximilien and the Steel Thing Bug to finally defeat him. Even if the musketeers had bayonet rifles, it would have been a bit difficult.’

My heart is very kind. If possible, how about doing the opposite?

“Anyway, don’t you have any medicine? If possible, something like a drug that makes you forget the pain.”

“I don’t do drugs or anything like that. If you do that once, you want to depend on it forever.”

“why. Is it bad to be dependent?”

“I feel bad because I feel like I’m being entangled in something.”

The reason I don’t do drugs is simply because I feel bad. Should I call it a regressor?

this guy is weird I don’t think too deeply, and I don’t have complicated concerns about existence. Saving the world is also an act closer to survival instinct than a sense of mission.

The same goes for magical powers. It’s natural to feel reluctance to take care of your body with external drugs.

Maybe it’s the most human here.

“but. They said that I was a child who had not yet tasted the bitterness of the world.”

“Do not be ridiculous! I’ve been through many times more than you!”

‘About thirteen times!’

“And my qigong cheonbangyeong always has to keep my nerves sharp. If you use drugs or something, you become weaker!”

In fact, it’s best not to use it at all. It’s me, because it’s an unusual case with almost no side effects due to mind-reading… Although I’m also stupid if there’s no one with normal thinking next to me.

“Ouch. Then should I just endure this pain…”

“You can’t do that, Father!”

The door burst open, revealing Historia and ‘Historia’.

Same face, same body shape, same voice. Even the clothes made from clothing packets are exactly the same model, so I was confused whether there was a mirror between them.

Even though the eyes of the regressor who saw the two of them went through seven colors in turn, they couldn’t tell who was the real Historia.

‘They’re not quite the same. The problem is, I don’t know what’s real. No matter how you look at it, that, unlike supernatural powers or mysteries, is one’s own skill achieved solely through qigong. Maybe it made sense… I didn’t know who I was in the previous episode!’

Previous rounds of regressors had access to the heart of the military, but could not grasp its secrets. It could be because the secret of the military was too unexpected, and it could be because the military was an object that had to be overlooked from the point of view of the regressor.

In any case, the regressor, excited by the newly learned fact, looked at me as if he was subtly expecting it.

‘Because I’m not the only one who doesn’t know. Guess where you are!’

It’s embarrassing because my eyes are so bright.

“…Mr. Shay. What are you looking at all of a sudden?”

“Ah, just. how about you? Can you tell them apart?”

“yes? what do you see me as I was able to distinguish even minute scratches on the back of the card. Of course you can tell them apart. What about Mr. Shay?”

“me? If I put my heart into it, I can tell them apart.”

“Then do it.”

At my request, the regressor scratched his chin as if a little embarrassed.

“…but in order to tell them apart, you have to open up your destiny. I’m not the type to save my life, but I’m not good at using it for things like this.”

“I wasn’t going to say this, but if you can only know by using fraudulent techniques to see a person’s fate, wouldn’t that mean you just don’t know?”

“Noisy! If you’re that confident, guess what!”

Tsk tsk. You can only find out if you use mind reading. Shaking my head, I read Historia’s mind.

‘I hate to admit it. That’s exactly the same as me. The appearance, the voice, even the unique footsteps of those who have mastered my Qigong Explosive Glasses… Even if it’s a hugh, this is.’

No, why are you asking when you think you can’t guess? I’d rather secretly send a signal. Aren’t you quite evil too?

I asked, getting up.

“Anyway, why are you giving quizzes in broad daylight?”

“…not really. The chief of public security just changed and followed suit.”

The tone of ‘Historia’ is exactly the same as Historia, but it is of no use to me, who recognizes humans with their hearts in the first place. What do you do if the way you talk or look the same? I have a different idea.

I looked at the ‘Historia’ I just mentioned and said it nonchalantly.

“Then, since Hilde gave it on her own, Hilde will give you the prize.”

“well. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“What if you don’t know? Surely you’re not running around without preparing a product, are you?”

When I pointed out clearly, ‘Historia’ stopped moving. ‘Historia’, who was staring at me with a stiff face, soon smiled brightly and spread her arms.

“answer! That’s great, father! How did you know? It was a performance that contained the power of ‘my’ whole body! Even the clothing packets were perfectly identical!”

“It is a secret. For a magician, a trick is not to reveal it until right before you die.”

“Eh! kill me! Could it be that the two of you decided on a signal while ‘I’ wasn’t looking?”

“I’m a third-class magician who sometimes plays with the audience, but Lia wouldn’t do that because of her pride.”

“If you really say that, what will happen to ‘my’ ego!”

‘Historia’ stomped her feet like a child in a completely unsuitable manner and huffed and puffed.

Needless to say, that was Hilde. I asked her nonchalantly, who had no intention of cheating anymore.

“Okay, so what is the product?”

“A product? That’s ‘me’!”

“It’s not a product, it’s just a thing. Ask for a prize.”

“It’s too much! If you have ‘me’, I can give you a massage!”

have a massage Come to think of it, did I say that Hilde uses divine power and bloodletting?

It’s not strange. Divine power can be used by any human being who is faithful in faith and has a deep understanding of the sacraments. Of course, the condition that ‘faith is sincere’ is quite strict, so it would be impossible if there were other beliefs… It’s not for nothing that wizards can’t use divine power.

But I don’t know if it’s a shapeshifter who can even fool himself right in front of me.

“Grunt. Then I’ll ask you… isn’t that what you came to see?”

“yes! Our commander-in-chief has something urgent to say to my father!”