Chapter 229 – The Wizard and the Swamp Monster

Looking at Grendel on her knees, I still couldn’t believe what I had done. Is it true that you brought that hulking monster to its knees with a single word? In fact, pretending to be terrified isn’t all acting and waiting for an opportunity to ambush? It was the first time in my life that I had been mentally controlled, so I was not sure.

-The reason I got down on my knees is to gain momentum!

Who knows if Grendel will try to kill me while I relax. There is a great Korean proverb that says to cross a stone bridge by knocking on it. I was thinking of hitting Grendel’s body directly instead of the stone bridge.

“Put your head on.”

Thud!

Again, Grendel hit the head. From his kneeling position, he slammed his forehead hard into the ground.

“

Grendel’s head, which was made up of slime, was mushy from the impact. Not yet. I’m still not sure How can I be sure that that monster is under my control?

Something Grendel would never do.
Actions that can only be taken if you are being manipulated by me!

Yeah, I just remembered something good.
What if you were to teach guerrilla training to monsters in another world? If you can thoroughly follow my teachings, wouldn’t it be proof that mind control worked perfectly?

“I’m going to do the high jump from now on!”

Right now, the PT gymnastics movements I learned during guerrilla training were recalling in detail in my head. It was a traditional Korean culture that a creature from another world would never know. I didn’t explain the movement, just shouted to do ‘high jump’.

[Aaaaa!! Aaaaa!!]

At that moment, an amazing thing happened. Grendel, who had his head on the ground, jumped up and assumed his gymnastic posture. Instead of shouting out a command, Grendel moved his arms as if spreading his wings. He assumed the invisible chair position, jumped up, and returned to his original position.

‘Awesome.’

Grendel was copying the movements he had drawn in his head. It would be impossible without a mind reader. Or, would even a mind reader want to imitate such a filthy move? With a satisfied expression on my face, I instructed Grendel to move in succession.

“Hip up, squat stretch, do side work.”

It was a rather difficult movement, but Grendel performed PT gymnastics perfectly even without special instruction. If you take him to the army now, you can play an active part as an A-class recruit. Of course, Grendel himself reacted with humiliation.

[Stop!!]
“Why is that? Any complaints?”
[I just want you to kill me!! You son of a bitch!!]

It feels like your whole body is being controlled like a puppet. It must have been an unpleasant feeling for Grendel, who had been a predator since birth. The bastard squatted with his hands on his head, his eyes widening. Tears of blood seem to flow from his bloodshot eyes.

But I can’t send you to the underworld comfortably. It is said that the number of prisoners who have been eaten by that monster so far exceeds 1,000. Even for the sake of the sacrificed prisoners, you have to humiliate them right before they die.

“Gee, why is Grendel doing that?”
“I can’t even move on Mongma-sama-!! He’s even doing an unsightly dance!”

It’s an ugly dance.
To people from another world, PT gymnastics seems to be a kind of dance. My companions looked at me and Grendel in amazement. Among them, Sister Bella looked at me and her eyes caught on.

“Luke’s brother! Your appearance has changed quite a bit. Your horns have grown thicker and your eyes are radiating strange glare. What’s that wriggling on your back?”
“Probably the wings. The bat wings that come to mind when talking about the dreamer clan. I think I just awakened as an incubus.”

It’s already an incubus, but it doesn’t make much sense to say that he awakened as an incubus. If there is any reason to use such an expression, it is because I am not a pure-blooded incubus. A mixed-race incubus with mixed blood from different races. Compared to pure-bloods, the mixed-bloods of this world had very weak innate psychic powers. In terms of appearance, compared to pure blood, they are often born with something lacking.

It was different from the image that usually comes to mind when I think of incubus. Except for the horns, it has no wings and no tail. Considering that the effect of pheromones is also reduced, it must be said that he was born of mixed blood.

‘But there’s no guarantee that mixed races are necessarily weaker than pure-blood heterogeneous races.’

Most mixed races are born with ambiguous abilities. However, there are cases in which a very small number of individuals among mixed races awaken at a specific moment. Whether it’s experiencing a battle that crosses the line of fire, or endlessly training your abilities. At some point, the awakened mixed-race object changes its appearance and is able to demonstrate its true abilities.

It was a story I had only heard.
I never thought I would experience an awakening as an incubus.

“You mean your brother has become a real incubus now?”
“Yes. The pseudo-incubus that only had horns died a while ago. It means that it has been reborn as a real incubus.”
“It’s not a real black, it’s a real incubus.”

I could guess what triggered the awakening. In the meantime, I couldn’t accept the essence of being an incubus. The experience of living as a human on Earth, and the aversion to the trashy people, made me deny myself.

‘I am an incubus.’

During the battle with Grendel, I finally accepted the essence of the Incubus. For the first time in 21 years, I succeeded in accepting myself. That act awakened me as a true incubus.

[Kurrrr-!!]

Grendel, who was squatting, let out a ferocious cry.
However, he was only doing gymnastic moves and couldn’t touch me.

Fascinating Eye.
It is the demonic eye of the Dream Demon clan that controls the mind of the target it gazes at. Now I am able to demonstrate the ability of Charm Eye that only pure-blood dreamers enjoy. Compared to before, the color of the eyes has been upgraded. The fact that Grendel obeyed my commands like a puppet was all thanks to his fascinated eyes.

Although I still feel clumsy when using it.
If you keep using it, it will gradually get better.

Did you say that if you keep training your charm eyes, you can use other people as your puppet for the rest of your life?
I guess I’m not quite there yet.

[Hiahhhhh!

Grendel, who was squatting, stopped on the spot. It’s not like I gave you an order to stop. Right now, he is resisting the mental control of the enchanted eye with his own will. He wriggled his limbs, trying to move at will.

Maybe 3 minutes.
Even if you drag it as long as possible, won’t it be released from mind control in three minutes? I had such a feeling that I couldn’t let it go any longer. I’ll have to deal with it somehow.

[You bastard-!! I won’t make you regret having humiliated me!!]

It was the moment when Grendel let out a roar.
I muttered lowly, emitting red eyes.

“——Have yourself harmed, Grendel.”

As I pictured images of self-injury in my head, Grendel reacted immediately.

[What?!]

Against his own will, Grendel raised his palm and created a sharp knife. He thrust his knife wrapped in black mana into his temple with a trembling expression. My mental control was still stronger than the strength to resist. Grendel’s knife went straight through his own temple.

Pooh-!

[Kahiah ah ah ah-!!!!!]

The scream of death that follows.
With his head collapsing, Grendel finally dies of his breath. The flabby body exploded as it was, turning into a simple lump of slime. In the meantime, the car’s alarm, which had been buzzing loudly, stopped. It means that Grendel’s life reaction has been cut off.

“Have you done it?!”
“Don’t say ominous things, sister! You’ve really done it!”

Thus ended the nightmarish night in the great forest. The ancient Witchbeast, which was resurrected after 500 years, met its end by the hands of me and the others.

“Luke-sama, are you going to continue to emit light from your eyes? It’s so dazzling that you can’t look at your face properly.
“Of course you can turn it off.

A lump of slime that is Grendel’s corpse.
As it is a by-product of ancient witchcraft, it can be used well as an alchemy ingredient. It was a waste to just leave it, so I decided to keep it. After clearing up the slime, we went into the wagon’s cabin and rested.

*

After the battle with Grendel, the next morning dawned.
Early in the morning, I opened my top and checked my back. I sighed and woke up, but my body, which had changed, still didn’t change.

Dark wings with membranes protrude from its back. The horns on his head, which were thicker than before, were also the same. I thought what happened last night was a dream, but it seems to be reality.

“Huhhhhh”

Rebecca is heard talking in her sleep from inside the room.
Are you imagining touching my horns in your dreams?

If you think about it carefully, the lovers and Wendy-san are also bold personalities. Even though my appearance suddenly changed, you accepted it without thinking. Is it because they are people of this world?

He fiddled with his horn for a while, lost in thought.
The words I heard from Grendel the night before kept haunting my mind.

‘Compatriots’.

I said I was a compatriot from Abyss like him. It was clear that there was something in me when I saw that I did not bend my claim until the end. As I traveled in Morph, questions continued to arise.

Or Albert, a relative who works for a criminal organization.
Like Grendel, who treated me as a compatriot.

It was a question that bit one tail after another.

‘What the hell is my identity?’

Luke Wiseman.
I even thought of questions to ask when I met Albert to find out who I was. But there’s no guarantee that Albert will always answer the question.

Since it’s the same dreamer, mind control won’t work too well. All of the dreamers have strong resistance to mind-type attacks.

Want to know about me
There were other ways to get information besides interrogating Albert.

‘Can I ask Rumi?’

I can see the magic book on the shelf in the room now. There was a commotion last night, but Rumi just kept her silence. Unless she is teaching magic, she is mostly reticent like that.

Odin, who gave me Rumi, must know a lot about me. He probably won’t choose a dreamer he’s never seen before as his successor. After thoroughly researching my birth, I would have chosen her as her successor. Of course, wouldn’t Rumi, who served Odin as her master, also listen to my story?

“Remia.”

In the end, after her troubles, I called Rumi.

[What are you doing? Wizard.]
“Do you know who I am?”
[Who is the wizard? It’s a pretty philosophical question. Investigating the nature of existence is not my domain. I am just a book.]
“…Don’t talk unnecessarily. Your tongue is long on the topic of books.”
[Yes.]

Are you going to be evasive by making strange excuses again?
Like when you asked the old man’s identity?

It was the time when I was thinking about how to bake and boil this magic book like a snake.
Suddenly, Rumi said something interesting of hers.

[I am well aware of the information about the wizard. The secret of my birth, how I was chosen as my master. Don’t you want to hear that?]

What?
Why is this Lemi-nyeon acting so obediently all of a sudden?

“Can you tell me everything?”

She asked as she gulped.
Rumi readily answered.

[Of course. I can tell you everything from one to ten.]