Chapter 960 – Actually, I Don’t Feel Sorry for This Guy…

000

Poop!

＂Geu-!＂

Just when he thought he heard a voice, the woman who had been confident in his opposition rolled over and fell to the ground right in front of Cleon.

＂Haa… Haa…＂

As she breathes violently, Cleon looks back and forth between her own fist and her flying face.

Her fists were numb, but no matter how violently she struck them, no blood splattered, so it was clear that this was real.

What was more surprising than anything else was that her fighting skills, which did not give in to Cleon’s threats, were worse than expected.

＂Well, despite what I confidently said… I’m not as strong as I thought… I guess that’s a good thing. Because I’m a gentleman, I don’t finish it.”

Cleon spoke to her as he looked at her, and she staggered up from the ground and answered him.

＂What kind of gentleman can throw a one-two straight at such a cute girl with all his might…!＂

“Whoa… No one knows if you’re a really cute girl, or if you’re an octopus monster imitating a human…”

＂Pfft… I have an attitude of not letting down my guard because I have gone through various experiences… ＂

Cleon shook off her hand but did not let his guard down and continued his conversation while maintaining a certain distance from her.

“So? Now, do you feel like telling me who you are and what your purpose is?”

＂…＂

In response to Cleon’s question, she turned her head, closed her mouth, and said nothing.

Then, Cleon would release her hand and make a ‘crunching’ sound.

“Okay. “It’s not over yet.”

When Cleon approaches in a bloody mood, she raises her hand to stop him.

“Wait a minute! No matter how much you fight, you don’t burn your fighting spirit against someone who has just fallen! I told you, I’m doing this to create a happy ending.”

“Then you have to prove that you are a ‘person.’ What. “If only that were possible.”

“Are you a guy without blood or tears!?”

Cleon nods her head.

Well, in the first place, no matter how many times he was hit in this space, not a single drop of blood flowed, so it is true that he is bloodless now.

＂That guy…＂

“I ask you to give me an answer that will satisfy me, not that person.”

10 seconds… 20 seconds…

A few more seconds of fighting and eye-pecking while staring intently into each other’s eyes.

Then, in the end, she sighs as if she has no choice and raises both her hands as a sign of surrender.

＂Okay, okay… I am… The progenitor of the fairies…”

＂The progenitor of fairies…!?＂

When Cleon heard her words, he raised his voice as if he was surprised.

Then, she will frown when she looks at Cleon.

＂What is that…?＂

“You don’t know? No, don’t stop talking.”

＂Oh, sorry…＂

Cleon apologized to her without realizing it and waited for her to continue.

“There is such a thing as the ancestor of fairies. A woman who discovered a way to change from a human to a race of fairies by experimenting on her own body.”

For more detailed information, she tells you to find a book and read it, and explains any further omissions.

＂Is that you?＂

“No. I am the one who made a contract with the progenitor of those fairies. She is not herself. Ah, this appearance is borrowed from her.”

＂…＂

Cleon narrows his eyes at her words.

If she had said that she was the progenitor of fairies, she would have understood a little if she had a good reason when she was brought here.

＂So, listen to everything I say…＂

At Cleon’s attitude, she shook her head and sighed, but these were her words.

“The reason I brought you here is that you are the only means to awaken the progenitor. Did you know that fairies are a species that abandons their bodies over and over again and is reborn with information in their souls?”

In response to her question, Cleon nodded her head.

When she heard that turning a fairy into a demonic beast would cause a problem, the cycle would be broken.

“Actually, that method is an imperfect past life. As the soul information that needs to be stored increases with each past life, there is a side effect of the physical form collapsing as the body’s information cannot be stored.”

“This is my first time hearing that story.”

If there were such side effects, it wouldn’t have been surprising if it had been explained to them when they heard about fairies being reincarnated.

“That’s right, we are ‘controlling’ it so that those side effects don’t occur. Sijo song. By controlling the information remaining in the spirits of Fairy Incense’s fairies, they prevent their bodies from maintaining their bodies. So everyone doesn’t know. Except for the previous fairy kings.”

Cleon paused for a moment at her words and nodded as if he understood.

“So, are you saying I can be the solution to that problem?”

“That’s right. The kindness you possess while changing bodies forever can save the fairies from the side effects.”

At those words, Cleon opened her eyes wide.

She would then place her hand on her own heart.

＂… Is this a person from a past life? ＂

“That! That one~! That’s what you need!”

She nodded and shook her head up and down in response to Cleon’s answer.

＂The system called the reincarnation factor, created by Triss Megistos, without any significant risk, was an ability that only he could create. There is only one person in this world who has it. So, you are the ‘dark demon clan’.”

Then she pointed her index finger at Cleon and twirled her finger as if to lure him into bed.

＂Outside of this mental world – that is, in your reality, you are currently immersing your body in the ancestor and assimilating the two. In order to read the information of the past life and replicate it. Then? What happens when you learn how to infinitely reincarnate your body’s information? Sijo wakes up? The same method can be applied to fairies, too. Do you understand?”

＂…＂

She neatly explains her purpose to Cleon.

And when Cleon remained silent and nodded her head, she clapped her hands together and sighed.

Soon, she was smiling with the same relaxed pose and expression she had shown at first.

“Okay then. Because I also explained my purpose. Will you cooperate? From what I understand, you seem to be quite kind towards people who are in trouble.”

“Ah… Of course, if you need me to save someone, I will gladly cooperate. But…”

“Huh? But what?”

Cleon still couldn’t let his guard down as he looked at her.

“I haven’t received a proper explanation of who you are yet.”

“… Ha. You are also a man who cares about small things.”

“It’s not trivial. I heard an explanation about Sijo, but in the end, who are you, and why are you making a contract with Sijo? Because I haven’t heard such a story.”

In response to Cleon’s questioning, the woman pouted and stuck out her mouth and grumbled.

“There are some things it’s better not to know if you go so far as to say so.”

And a small sigh.

Unlike the sigh of ‘I like it’ earlier, it was a sigh of ‘I can’t help it.’

“I don’t have a name in your words. Instead, some of you call me a ‘predator’. ＂

＂Predation-＂

When Cleon heard those words, he immediately tried to pull out his sword.

It’s a natural thing.

Speaking of predators, Cleon also has quite a few negative connections.

Predator.

Monsters that live in the gap between two dimensions, depleting the magic power of various dimensions.

Cleon, who has encountered beings with strength beyond common sense, such as Jormungand and Yog-Sothoth, is enraged by the fact that the woman in front of him is just like them.

Then, upon realizing that Galatea was not around her waist, she clicked her tongue and got into a fighting stance, even if it was just with fists, just like before.

However, she sits down in a relaxed manner and answers while giggling.

“I haven’t finished introducing myself yet.”

“If you are a predator, your perception will not change even if you are explained that you are something more.”

＂Really? That may be true, but what can we do about it?”

She looks towards Cleon with a smiling expression.

Due to the eerie sensation, Cleon’s body moved first.

Different from the fist she swung earlier to subdue her, she swung a sword filled with murderous intent –

Suddenly.

Her neck was cut off without any resistance, unlike before.

＂…!?＂

No, she looked and felt like she had been cut off.

To be precise, her cut-off head was regenerated immediately after it was cut and returned to its original position.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I felt a person’s hand passing through my neck.”

Then, in the next moment, her face starts to soften and melt.

No, not just her face, but underneath her – her shoulders, arms, legs, and even the covering she wore on her body.

The gray, viscous liquid that flowed out of her was reminiscent of the slime that she and her colleagues had defeated together earlier, but it was different.

It’s more like sticky mud, it’s dark, and it brings out the instinctive disgust inside Cleon.

The colorful colors floating on the surface of the mud seemed to be a copy of the ‘second dimension gap’ that Cleon had seen several times.

It, like chaos crawling on the ground, dragged its body towards Cleon and clung to his limbs.

“Listen, and find out why I’m here.”

The next moment, Cleon’s eyes were covered with a dark illusion.

“And then let’s be friends, Cleon. Same, as ‘the person trapped here’.”

001

A very, very long time ago, when there were no significant threats to humanity yet.

This was before the appearance of the Magic Tower and its ruler, Crowley, but in the human world, the gap between ‘those with magic power’ and ‘those without magic power’ was gradually widening.

And is Sijo unfortunate or fortunate?

He was a person belonging to the former.

However, should we say that mediocre power actually brings misfortune?

From the perspective of humans who persecute those with magical powers, calling them witches or magicians, the progenitor, who was not a very strong wizard, would have been the perfect prey.

Because they didn’t have the power to make them retreat, and they didn’t know how to use magic, the perfect targets for them to vent their anger on after being beaten by a wizard somewhere else were mediocre wizards like the progenitor.

Being hit with stones, having your house burned down, or having your drinking water poisoned.

Almost all available methods were used, and the founder was persecuted again and again and was at risk of death.

It wasn’t that no effort was made to resolve the situation.

However, as has already been explained several times, magical talent is almost entirely determined at birth.

No matter how much he studied and researched, it was almost impossible for his talent to change.

Some theoretical improvements are made and efficient use of magic becomes possible.

Nevertheless, that wasn’t enough to relieve the persecution from his own people that was pouring down on him.

The day after she carefully treated her child, who had wandered into the forest where she was hiding, and returned him to her village.

When the village’s residents came to burn down her house, accusing her of using her evil medicine on her cured child.

Sijo was in despair.

Should I choose death to be comfortable here and now?

No, it couldn’t be done. I just hated that.

I could no longer bear to suffer only unfortunate events.

That’s why she decided that running away from there was the last thing she wanted to do, so she gathered comrades like herself and tried to protect herself.

She is persecuted because she has magical powers, but she gathers comrades who cannot overcome the pain alone and creates a small community

And, she repeatedly conducted research with them on how they could develop their magical powers –

As a result, the conclusion she reached was that as long as they do not go beyond the limits of the human body, their magic power will not change.

Vampires, lichs, or various monsters that follow them.

However, although she wanted to escape this situation, she did not want to become a terrible monster instead of a human.

Since they are monsters who use other people’s lives as their magic power, aren’t they no different from the humans who persecuted them?

If possible, I wanted to become a part of pure, unspoiled nature, like a ‘spirit’.

Decades have passed since I searched, searched, and searched for a way to do that – but is it still inevitable that I don’t have talent?

She had touched a part of magic that was completely different from that method.

The magic she discovered was a magic that could only be achieved by working together with a few magicians who stayed with her, a magic that allowed her to look beyond the gap in another dimension.

If they use knowledge beyond the world they live in – perhaps there may be a way.

The ancestors did not have much time.

And in the midst of this, she met her eyes with something that was also looking this way from the gap between two dimensions.

Something big and gray was writhing and coming towards us.

Even though she felt that it was not a good thing, Sijo was taken aback by the voice it was said to her.

[I will grant your wish, so please accept me into you. Someday, when my contract with you is over, I will take your body.]

What it is and what its ultimate purpose is.

It was something unknown to the founder, but he saw possibility in the illusion it showed.

Herself and her own comrades, now throwing off their shells.

A future where people can freely use magic and live in a world where no one is persecuted.

The story was so captivating that Sijo nodded and accepted the contract.

It crawled through the gap between two dimensions, jumped over space, and settled into the poem.

And, as she promised, little by little, she passed on her knowledge on how to change her own body.

Through him, the progenitor was a being who broke away from the standard of being human and expanded his magical power.

It later changed into an extra-human being called a ‘fairy’.

Of course.

Sijo knew well that it was not a kind being that just granted wishes.

As a result, the knowledge she provided about her ‘past life’ was only half.

Although it was possible to repair her body and soul with her chaotic powers, she was unable to maintain her physical form as the soul overpowered the body over time.

Not only the founder, but also all her comrades who became fairies in the same way as her.

‘It’, through the ‘despair’ that came from it, attempted to completely devour the progenitor and make it a body that could function in this world.

However, Sijo also had no hope.

As she gathered information about her ‘past life’ and remodeled her own body through the knowledge that ‘It’ gave her, she heard a story about a clan of dark demons who live with one soul forever.

If you can apply the theory used in the argument – you can completely cure this side effect.

It was hope not only for himself, but also for all fairies.

That’s why she locked herself and ‘it’ together and put herself to sleep.

She then went into hiding in the back of her world with her own comrades and decided to wait a long time.

I hope that one day, a being with the past life factor will come to this world and save them.

And, the ‘it’ that she tried to deceive the progenitor from the beginning ended up being a prisoner who was trapped in the fairy incense by the progenitor for tens of thousands of years.

Even though he was a being living in a gap between two dimensions, it was a very terrible thing to live within the ancestor’s mental world where nothing changed for tens of thousands of years.

In an exile that felt like eternity.

The being that ‘it’ and the progenitor were waiting for together has finally arrived in Fairy Village – the basement where they are.

If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to escape this space.

Therefore-

002

＂Please be quiet… Stay still… Okay?＂

The ‘thing’ who told Cleon everything was clinging to him and showing a very tearful expression.

It may have been a face that might have been a little sympathetic.

＂You…＂

And Cleon looked at her like that-

＂It’s your own profit…”

It was a merciless remark.

A moment of silence.

Then, the she-predator in front of her returned to her human form and clung strongly to Cleon’s leg.

＂That’s right, but… Please let me out…! ＂

That was a voice so cruel and ugly that it was hard to think of it as a predator…