Chapter 179 – 179. The Banquet of Mimics

After barely escaping the mirror ghosts and breaking all the mirrors blocking my way, I was finally able to meet Aram and the rest of the party.

“What are you?”
“What are you?”

“What?”
“What?”

But why is there a ‘something’ that looks exactly like me? As if taking my place…

“This shit..”
“This shit..”

What the hell is that kid

Who is it? Standing in my place… With my party. It also looks the same as me.

‘The black shadow that attacked me while on the move… Is that the guy who stole my bag…? Shit.’

In an incomprehensible situation, I frowned and moved my hands. To shoot the tentacles right away and kill him.

However, it seemed that it was the same for him, and he took the same action as me and took a posture.

If that guy had the ability to copy the opponent’s skills as it was, just like Baiyu, no, Meiling did.

‘Can I… Block my skills?’

I don’t know. Because I’ve never met anyone who uses abilities similar to mine. The tentacles that bound the limbs and the abyssalmaw that suddenly appeared and chewed at the head or limbs seemed very difficult to deal with.

So, I decided to use my defense skill, Twisted Scales, to avoid getting my head ripped off by the Abyssal Maw or my limbs being caught by the tentacles.

“What, what is it?”
“What, what is it?”

He also used the same distorted scales. As if you were reading my thoughts. He made the same judgment as me.

It seemed that if we fought that guy, we would fight with the same skills, the same actions, and the same thoughts without any error, as if we were really fighting ourselves in the mirror.

In an instant, a cold sweat broke out. That would be the same for that guy.

I wanted to ask the evil spirits what to do, but here I can feel their energy very faintly. When I entered the black market, the energy of Carshinax and Indicron, except for Botamilli, had faded, but when I entered the basement, even Botamilli became difficult to feel.

‘What can I do…’

Sooner or later mirror demons will come here because of the stigma on my body. So we have to deal with that fake guy as soon as possible and go down to the third basement floor.

“Wait, stop both of you.”

Then Cheshire interceded for us. She looked alternately at me and the fake impersonating me, then came a little closer to me and sniffed her.

“Sniff.. Hmm.. Because of the smell of rotten ectoplasm… I can’t tell them apart by smell. I was suspicious of Jo Joon, who had been with us all this time, because he smelled a little different… But I don’t know anymore.”

Because of the bodily fluids of the mirror ghost on my body, it seemed difficult to distinguish between me and the fake one by smell. After all, no one can tell who is real here. I have to prove to myself that I am who I am.

‘How can I prove it..? Judging by the way he uses the distorted scales… It looks like he just copied my skills…’

If so, did he copy all of his memories?

I’ll have to try it out. I spoke to the fake.

“Hey. Do you know what Aram ate and vomited at the Cheshire house?”

“Mushroom water.”

“This.”

Even the memories were copied. Even so, I can’t summon an evil god with a vague connection, and my skills and actions are similar to mine, or I act more like myself.

As he pondered over what to do, Cheshire took out a futuristic, scientific-looking pistol from his bosom. Then he took turns pointing his gun at me and at the fake.

“Quickly prove that you are aiming. Otherwise… I’ll shoot both of them for now.”

I’m going crazy. How can I prove that I am…

“Aram! Raise your right arm!”

I gave an order to Aram, my slave. Aram raised his right arm at the same time as my command. Can a fake guy even imitate this?

“Aram! Raise your left arm!”

“Uh? Both orders work?”

“What…”

Despite Nom’s command, Aram raised his arm.

However, I could feel it in that brief moment. That guy, when he used the previous skill… He activated the skill through me. Something, it feels like I’m parasitic right now. It feels like he is borrowing my skills and even reading my memories. In the end, what I can think and write will mean that he can copy the same.

With this, I just perfectly figured out that he was fake.

Because when he used the effect of the slave brand, I felt that the skill was activated through me. The important thing is that the moment I figured out this, he also copies my memories and thoughts as it is, so it’s difficult to prove it properly. I’ll take your word for it…

‘Yes, I have to show you something only I can write. What could be like that… The jet-black wheel. It’s a pitch black wheel I’m calling the jet black wheel.’

It must be difficult to copy even one summoned beast.

The problem is if the jet black wheel is summoned by that guy instead of me. However, I realized that when he uses his skills, he goes through me once before using them. If used at the same time, I can subtly activate the skill faster.

Then the only one jet-black wheel will be summoned by me first.

Please I wish it was like that If that guy summons the wheel… From then on, I’ll have to doubt whether I’m aiming right.

“Summon the Black Wheel!”
“Summon the Black Wheel!”

At almost the same timing as me, the fake guy also summoned the jet-black wheel. However, the jet-black wheel did not respond to his summons. The jet black wheel was summoned next to me.

I don’t know if the jet black wheel recognized the true owner, or if Indicron tipped off the wheel, or if that’s not the case, I don’t know if I summoned it ahead of time as I thought, but anyway, with this I can prove that I’m really long aiming.

“Ugh, what is that..”

“Wow..”

“Joe, aim.. That’s it.”

“Oh, what a strange creature. Did you climb up from the bottom of the pit?”

When Kessia and Keker saw the jet-black wheel, they vomited, Ayla shuddered and panicked, and Cheshire, who was interested in living things, showed interest. And Aram…

“That’s Aim!! Cheshire sister!! The one who summoned the jet-black wheel is the real one!!!”

He pointed at me and shouted excitedly. Aram has survived with me almost from the beginning. And with the exception of Eunji and Harin, he could be said to have seen the most jet-black wheels.

Thanks to that, he was delighted with the fact that he had just found me without any abnormal reaction even after seeing the terrifying jet-black wheel.

“Uh..? Uh, why.. This is nonsense!!!”

The fake guy pointed his finger at me and expressed his regret when I summoned the Black Wheel first.

“This is wrong!!! That’s fake!! Fuck this!!! I mean I’m real!!! Aram!! Oppa is real!! Cheshire!! No!! Don’t believe him!! What did that guy do!! Ayla!! Keker!!! Kessia!!!”

The bastard’s scream rang out. The fake in my image screamed like a lover in a mirror and someone who had everything he had built and was taken away from.

However, everyone has already recognized him as a fake. His unfair gestures and voice were all lies. I don’t know exactly what that being that imitated me is, but it’s my victory anyway.

“Okay, everyone saw it, right? I am real.”

I actively moved my antennae and showed everyone the jet-black wheel waiting for my command, appealing that I was the real aimer. Then, Ayla, who had taken a step back because of the ugly jet-black wheel, quickly threw something at the fake Jang Jo-jun.

“Bind the sinner.”

-Pajijijik!!!

“Aaaaa!!! Come on!!! Ayla!!! That guy is fake!!!!”

The blue jewels Ayla threw fell and shattered at the feet of the fake Jang Jo-Jun. At the same time, Ayla shouted her starting language, and a magic circle was created in an instant.

The magic circle bound the fake Jang Joon with blue lightning and applied electric shocks one after another to prevent him from using his skills.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, Jun-ah.”

When the fake’s movement was blocked, Cheshire said he was sorry, patted him on the shoulder, and fired the gun he was holding.

-Pyuyung!!!

Blue flames emanated from his muzzle, and the doppelganger, who was hit directly by the beam, fell down with a huge hole in his stomach.

Soon, its body melted into a viscous liquid, and a long, writhing worm crawled out of it. It was a parasite with an apricot-colored, mandulman-like sheen. The wriggling look was like a brain-eating nematode.

“Whoa..”

I let out a sigh of relief and stepped on the flapping bug to death.

– Fuhak.

“Uh… Ugh ugh…!!!”

As soon as I stepped on the insect and killed it, something flowed down my nose along with a shattering headache. It was like water from the melted bugs you just killed. An apricot-colored liquid flowed from his nose, along with blood. My vision was twisted and my legs gave out all of a sudden.

“Poem, fuck… This… Why are you doing this…”

My head is dizzy.

Why.. Is this flowing down my nose.

Oh, maybe these guys were a pair.

One mimics my appearance, and the other copies my memories or skills in my head and sends them over there…

Somehow, when I used my skill, I felt like I was going through me once… I guess it was because of this.

– Fluffy.

I fell to the floor. The eyes are gradually closing.

Are you going to die like this?

– Juna!!!

-This!! Aiming!!!

I heard women calling me. And…

-Wajangchang!!

-Keeeee!!!!

The sound of the mirror breaking and a large number of mirror ghosts crawling out followed.

I had to get up quickly and run away, but I didn’t have the strength to stand up.

I lost my mind as I felt someone carry me on my back.

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“Run! Run!!!!”

Cheshire carried Jang Jo-jun, who had collapsed, and ran toward the direction where the mirror ghosts did not appear. Kessia and Keker, Ayla and Han Aram followed.

“Hey, ten!!”

Ayla turned her head to look behind her and shouted in surprise at the fact that ten of them were following her. It was very easy to kill the mirror ghost, but the problem is after killing it.

The more you kill, the more the number increases, and later the number increases to the point where it is difficult to navigate around the Mirror Labyrinth. It’s something I’ve already experienced several times in the past. So I tried to avoid it as much as possible. Not because it’s scary, but because it’s dirty.

“Shit!! Why are there so many of them!!”

“Uh? Sisters!!! Junie’s back!!”

At that time, A-ram, who was following behind, pointed at the brand shining red through Jo Jun’s torn clothes. There were well over 10 stigmas stamped on Jo Jun’s back.

“This…”

Ayla clicked her tongue as she looked at the dozen or so overlapping marks. In a hurry, she took out a stone to remove the skin and put it on Jo Jun’s body.

Then, all 10 of the marks were transferred to the salpuri stone, and soon the salpuri stone vibrated and was about to break.

“Keker!!! Receive!!”

“Yes? Yes? Uh?”

Ayla decides to sacrifice Keker to escape her immediate situation.

When the stone was thrown in the face, Keker instinctively stuck out her tongue and took the stone.

All of the ’10’ stigmas were transferred to Keker.

And the transferred stigma was passed on to the young beast again…

-Poowook!!!!

Keker stopped running and fell forward and vomited the beast that was in his stomach for storage.

The slaughter beast, which received 10 stigmas from within Keker’s stomach, spewed out as if pouring out and crawled on the floor. The fleshy beast, stained with mucus, began to grow. Soon, the size increased to 3 meters in an instant and let out a beastly roar.

“Great!! Aaaaa!! KIaaaaa!!!!”

The master-servant relationship is reversed.

The beast that devours the curse caught Keker and swallowed him whole.

Soon, the toad’s face appeared on the body of the beast. Not only that. The faces of the ‘things that were once owners’ that it had swallowed up until now appeared on the body of the slaughter beast.

“Whoa… The air… Is beautiful…”

The beast imitated the voice and manner of speaking of Keker, which had just been swallowed. Also, since it was the most recently swallowed being, it even partially imitated Keker’s appearance.

Soon, the beast that became an amphibian, whether it was a toad or a frog, looked down at his hand. Then he smiled quite contentedly.

After completing such perfect absorption and transformation, the beast burst into light and began tearing the mirror ghosts that were running towards it.

Ayla did not look back.

Just ran forward

I ignored all the sounds of the fabric coming from behind and the crushing of the mirror ghosts.

I ignored the laughter that resembled Kecher.

In the end, they sacrificed one person to safely get rid of the mirror ghosts.