I Became the Wrong Race

72 – Reunion (5)

“I don’t like it.”

Alchemist. This is the last entity that Hertol met, and may be related to the emperor’s true identity.

Even though it would have been possible to unravel more clues by meeting that much, my mouth arbitrarily expressed my intention to refuse.

“Yes?”

“I don’t like it. It’s not like I’m your boss, just come and go…”

The gangster seemed quite embarrassed.

Well, usually there is no one who refuses in this situation.

But who am I?

Aren’t I a true warrior who gave me victory after an hour-long game with a jungler who kept pressing surrender while telling me to end the game quickly?

I was willing to sacrifice some progress in order to screw over the alchemist who treated me like I was his master.

Above all, there were many things that needed to be done differently.

“Well, still… The alchemist…”

“Tell them to come directly.”

The gangster was hesitant.

Is it because we have come to a situation where we have to take someone who cannot be forced by force, at least by force?

The gangster looked at his colleagues with a puzzled expression, then bowed his head and walked away.

Drug addicts rushing out, an unpleasantly sweet smell filling the space.

I looked in the direction they had retreated and went outside.

To meet Isla and Lorian, check on the two who are probably resting, and then find the blue mineral on their own.

Perhaps there is a need to decide the fate of the mixed-blood vampires remaining in this city.

While thinking about various things, I moved my feet and headed towards the mine.

I soon realized that I had reached a place I was familiar with but had never intended to go in the first place.

An incredibly sweet smell. It was a basement filled with a sweet yet unpleasant foul smell.

The exact opposite of the direction I was heading in.

I saw an unfamiliar figure in that space.

This person sits at the table and looks at me as if he was waiting. A swaggering being with a face covered in darkness and aristocratic attire on its body

That wasn’t everything. When I looked closely into the darkness that filled the back of the storage room, I saw the thugs who had tried to take me away a little while ago.

Looking at him out of breath, it seemed like he was running to deliver the news.

What it meant was simple. I crossed my arms.

“Nice to meet you. I am—”

“I couldn’t eat or rest.”

Silence flows. The sound of my clenching my fist was loud in the dark storage room.

“So this situation is very unpleasant right now. Whether it’s a war of nerves or a negotiation, I understand that you want to gain the upper hand. “Isn’t it too petty?”

There is no answer to my words. I took one step at a time in an awkward silence.

“Didn’t you learn it?”

“W-what…”

It wasn’t that being that reacted. It was the thugs who stood behind it.

The alchemist remained silent until I was just a stone’s throw away. I got uncomfortably close and was looking down at him.

“Why don’t you stop holding on Gao and take off that damn mask.”

Homunculi have no magical power. Similarly, there is no ability to feel any energy.

However, I know that I delved into the game Grim Darker until I became the best at it in the country. There is no one in the clan who looks like that.

That was just camouflage.

Because they don’t want to reveal their true face, or because they want to gain an upper hand in negotiations through mysticism.

It was clear that he was doing this because he wanted to be seen as a bigger being.

Even as an orphan, I knew that there were people like that sometimes.

No, actually, I might know better because I’m an orphan.

I lowered my voice and clenched my fists.

“Sleep, wait… !”

The thugs behind me panic and some rush at me.

Inyoung, covered in black shadows, she seems to have noticed what I was trying to do too late and tries to change her posture.

I am a monster who has been in hand-to-hand combat with blood knights since I was level 1.

It was not at a level that a puppet could respond to.

Tub.

My outstretched hand catches the shadow. To be exact, a head covered in what looks like fluttering black fog.

I knew it the moment I caught it. It’s a puppet. The texture itself is different. It is not human.

Not a shapeshifter, a blood relative, or a necromancer. It’s just a puppet.

“If you want to talk…”

Suddenly, I grit my teeth and spread my legs. Apply strength not to let go with your right hand, and close your left fist.

A feeling of discomfort came. A certain energy that I have never felt before.

It feels like I have a cannonball in my hand instead of a fist.

Fire that cannonball. A fist fired from the waist through the side hits the puppet’s head.

“Start with the face.”

In a world of distant speed reached by splitting breath, the puppet’s head breaks.

The thugs who tried to rush back away in shock, and the puppet with its broken head flies away.

I didn’t let go of the puppet that flew like that. Rather, it was real from now on.

The fist I made stopped in the air, splitting the head without any rebound, and I opened my fist and grabbed the puppet’s ankle.

“Mortal.”

Words spoken reverberate even in such an extremely fast world. The gangsters suddenly stiffen at the voice that echoes in their minds faster than they can open their mouths.

I was the only moving being in it.

It’s simple to do. Infuse mortal power through the ankle held.

The knowledge of fighting techniques I gained taught me many other things than just how to throw a punch.

How to swing your legs, how to use your hand blades and palms instead of your fists, how to grab an enemy.

This is part of that. I tugged on the ankles of my puppet, realizing that the way mortality itself had expanded.

Quad deud deuk!

A puppet that cuts through the floor and falls to the floor. My foot rises towards the puppet and then lands.

Whoa!

―!

A scream that echoes above the sound of floors and puppets breaking from the crash.

It was a scream that felt like that of an animal, not a human.

Also. I thought that since he was a puppet, he would be watching from afar, and I was not wrong.

Well, even if it wasn’t, I would have been satisfied with just giving it to them.

I twisted the corner of my mouth, swung my leg, threw the puppet at the thugs, and lowered my posture.

[Explosive leap]

Immediately, strength comes to the muscles. An explosive and powerful leap that humans cannot approach.

I thought I heard a sound, and then felt like countless wood fragments were scattering over my armor.

As expected, there was something that screamed in the place that rose up after hitting the stone and wooden floor of the storage room.

That is.

“… “What the fuck?”

It was something difficult to put into words.

The long body was reminiscent of a snake. If you look at the scales that protrude from the body and the way it sweeps across the floor without any legs.

It was difficult to associate it with something other than a snake.

But the protruding things on the part of the body that should be called the upper body did not allow me to think like that.

The upper body had arms and a head. The head had a cool appearance reminiscent of a dragon and had horns, but this monster, which was neither a dragon nor a snake, did not even have wings.

It had no legs, all it had were a pair of arms and a head.

Is it because it’s my first time seeing it in real life, or is it because it’s much smaller than what I’ve seen in games so far?

It was only after looking at it for a while that I realized what kind of monster it was.

It was Lindworm.

Unlike the dragons, who are considered the most powerful race in the tribal alliance, there is something called a lower dragon.

Although he was better off than monsters like Drake and Wyvern, he was closer to Drake and Wyvern than to Yongin.

Even if you don’t have any sense of reason, you’re at the same level as the stupidest human being.

Monsters that cannot handle magic, and all they inherited as a legacy from the dragons who are now necromancers are hard scales, breath, and a bit of magical power.

That was Lindworm.

At least it wasn’t something that would be here.

Even though its size is small, it cannot be compared to something like Nerilmaeus.

So I didn’t think this was ‘The Alchemist’.

Rather, it felt like another puppet or something to trick the eye.

Until the moment I landed on the broken floor.

An eerie feeling suddenly stimulated my brain.

It felt familiar. The same feeling I felt while fighting Nerilmaeus just a while ago.

The characteristic presence of a necromancer floating between life and death.

I quickly raised my arms.

Boom!

Then something exploded above the crossed arms. A few fragments of the blood from the outside of the armor fell, and a slight pain came.

[Repeated memorial]

But there was something that came before that pain.

A sense of omnipotence that sweeps over my entire body, a sense of strength drawn from my life.

Additionally, the feeling that something in my mind is encouraging me.

A force was leading me. Attack like this. Run right now and break that bone.

I gave in to that impulse for a moment.

When I stamp my foot, the floor I stand on breaks. The acceleration enormous of the explosive leap quickly narrows the distance between Lindworm and me.

Lindworm couldn’t even see the trajectory of my movements.

It was only right after I stood in front of him that he realized that he was approaching, so I opened my mouth and tried to fire my breath.

Kwaduk!

My fist was faster than Lindworm’s breath.

The lower jaw is torn off by a scorching fist.

In addition to the acid, poison, and blood flying around, the lower jaw.

Lindworm tried to defend himself by raising his arms, but that too was useless.

I held on to both arms and pulled my head back and then released it.

Wow!

The remaining upper jaw becomes tattered from the scorching headbutt.

Something like an impulse boiled deep in my heart.

My vision turned red, and I gritted my teeth, suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out, and hit Lindworm’s head with the entire helmet one after another.

Blah, blah, blah!

They hit and hit again, blood and fragments of helmet flying around, scratching their heads, but they continue without paying attention.

Lindworm was playing to see if he was a necromancer.

Then it is crushed faster than reproduction.

He crushes his wrists, squeezes them, and hits his head repeatedly while laughing.

Breath, magic, whatever it is, I have the advantage as long as my fist is within reach.

Right here and now…

“Wait!”

It was around that time that I came to my senses.

I let out a heavy breath and looked down at Lindworm with my only remaining eye.

“I understand what you’re upset about, so just calm down. I will reveal my true self and be honest with you, so please have a conversation…”

No, it wasn’t Lindworm. It was something that could not be discounted as Lindworm.

Of course, it wasn’t that we had nothing in common.

Jade-colored hair reminiscent of scales, and two horns protruding from the head.

In addition, the bright yellow eyes had sharp pupils carved vertically like a knife.

Just like Lindworm showed a little while ago, he is so small that he looks smaller than Melody.

I could tell that this was the same Lindworm I tried to kill a while ago.

But there were more differences than I imagined.

Before I knew it, the ‘alchemist’ had taken on the appearance of a girl.

I blinked my regenerated eyes, and the alchemist opened his mouth hastily, probably because he saw this as an opportunity.

“Blood bag that killed Hertol, you and I are potential allies.”

Potential allies?

When I frowned and tilted her head slightly, the girl shook her shoulders but spoke firmly.

“I, I am the core creator of all homunculi!”

“But.”

“It means I created you!”

It’s an unexpected reunion. When I let out a “Huh” Sound, the alchemist was relieved as she lightly wiggled her tail.

I was still looking down at her without letting go of her wrist.

The tail that hangs straight down and ah? The alchemist expresses doubt.

I still didn’t understand what this little b*tch wanted to say.

Just as I was contemplating whether to bring out her all-purpose persuasion tool, she chewed her lips and shouted.

“The clan thinks I used you to kill Hertol, so they are chasing me and you!”

“… Didn’t you control Hertol? “You didn’t do anything when you met Hertol?”

I killed Hertol.

Because the alchemist did something and was controlled by something hidden behind the empire.

So I had no choice but to kill him.

At least I knew that.

“What are you talking about! Hertol never came to see me! “I ran away because an extermination order was suddenly issued!”

We didn’t even meet.

The alchemist is not behind it.

[Enemy of the clan / Three clans

-The ‘adults’ of the clan noticed what you had accomplished. All projects related to the Eucharist that were to be resumed have been scraped, and you, the person responsible for killing the Red Beast Hertol, are being scraped along with the person responsible. But is that really what clan means?]

What guided me as I wandered through an unbelievable story.

[Traitor’s Minion / Empire

-You are an Inquisitor who is known to be collaborating with a runaway traitor. It is a human weapon produced by three clans at the same time, and the assassin of Magistrate Servan, who was found dead. At least that’s what the Empire thinks of you. I don’t know if that is the will of the empire.]

It was two reputations that emerged at the same time.

The moment I saw that, I thought of a certain possibility.

What if it’s not just the empire that’s being controlled by something unknown?

In the end, I had no choice but to let go of the alchemist’s wrist.

There was a sense of elegance in the broken down tavern.