238 – Are Regressors Brave? (6)

Finally, check the situation. The magic attribute is about 80% of full capacity. Since I wasn’t in a hurry to get here, I have plenty of magic attribute to spare. The wrist holding the sword is still fresh, and the will to fight is still there. Because it is a judgment that we are at the ‘starting point’.

“Ha, ha, ha.”

I’m out of breath due to tension. The female figure is doing a strange dance with its back to me. The crackling, crackling sound coming from the bone joints is clear.

“Is it now?”

Spreads magic power low. The fog spreads in a circle around me. The gently spreading fog stopped just before it reached the ghost. The distance is a little short. You have to move.

One step from the border between the hospital room and the hallway. One step. Now, the range of ‘chill’ is within reach. The magic power that slowly moves his body

And.

-Rattle.

The ghost exposed to my cold stops for an instant. My body, which had been bending this way and that like crazy until now, became completely rigid.

“Fuuuuu… “

It is now. Now is your chance. While maintaining the magical power that limits the guy’s movements, he also focuses on the sword. The target is the head. I will blow your head off.

One second. Icho. Three seconds.

Is it because the distance is quite wide? In order to deliver a sword strike that maintained such lethal power, it took quite a long time to concentrate. The ghost is not moving yet.

Sedge. Ocho. Six seconds.

The ghost’s head moved and turned 180 degrees. With his back he turned to me, he just turns his head to look this way. There is a big smile on his mouth, and his eyes are out of focus.

Chilcho.

Just before my sword, full of magical power, was swung.

Dadak, dadak, dadak, dadak!!!

The ghost started running toward me, stopping and moving repeatedly, like a doll with a broken windup!

“Wow!”

The sight of him running, as if he had fast-forwarded through the video, was scary, but the sight of him jumping and stopping and moving repeatedly was even scarier! That incomprehensibility and strangeness prick your instincts!

No, does it resist my magic that much? Is this your first time too? My hands are shaking, but I must not back down from here. It just goes back to the beginning. We must fight back.

“Lord, die!”

He screams and swings his sword like a third-rate villain resisting the protagonist. Of course, unlike the amateurish screams, the magic power radiating from the sword was fierce. A sharp magical sword that freezes the air, freezes space, and tears skin.

– Whilick!

“… !!!”

However, the ghost that was running down the hallway flipped its body around to avoid my sword strike, and now it started crawling right up against the ceiling! Agility that is unbelievable despite being exposed to cold!!!

Embarrassed, I shot out magical energy here and there as if in a fit of convulsions, but the ghost easily evaded my attack by showing left and right movements that normal creatures cannot show. The distance that had grown narrows in an instant.

Why so fast? No, ghosts usually disappear like a shock, but is that simply because they are fast?

That tearful smile on that mouth wasn’t just a simple smile? Was it the leisure of the strong, the boredom of struggle, the smile of an expert, born of absolute confidence in oneself…? !

They weren’t just jumping, but jumping as if they were dancing, twisting their bodies here and there along the way. The knowledge of that movement was indescribable. I should have recognized it when it was hanging upside down from the ceiling, but it was too late.

-Wow!

As the ghost strongly shakes off its shaky arm, revealing its bones, a stream of blood shoots towards me. The blood stream that was crossing the air froze midway due to my magic, but the blood flying in a frozen state is threatening in itself.

Bye! Instead of making a big move, he swings his right elbow and smashes the flying blood. It was because they trusted the dwarven armor and did not want to expose any gaps.

-See profit.

But was that enough? The ghost, with a bigger smile than before, ran up the ceiling and then jumped down. A ghost rushing towards me as if dancing, fluttering up and down and left and right in an uncontrollable manner, like paper fluttering in the wind.

“aah!!!”

I also imbued my sword with magic, while at the same time widening my eyes and making eye contact with the ghost. It must be cut down. It must be cut down. Now, with this blow, I have to cut it in half. I will kill the ghost here and now, and I will return to reality.

As soon as… Now!

-Sweet love!!!

A slash with fierce force. The walls were cracked, the hallways were cracked, and the air was cracked.

“… Huh?”

Ghosts… There wasn’t. It disappeared at some point.

“… Oh my!”

Only then did I realize my mistake. The moment it attacked, the moment my own arm blocked its view, it met the condition of ‘getting out of my line of sight.’

No way, that ghost wasn’t targeting my body from the beginning… The goal was simply to block the view… !

“Not yet… !”

It can’t end here. I quickly turned my body back, and at the same time, chills radiated out in all directions. Now that we’ve reached this point, it’s time to take out the secret weapon that I could only imagine…

“… “

But there was no ghost behind me either. On the ceiling, on the floor, or even in rooms I didn’t check.

The ropes hanging from the ceiling are shaking as the wind blows from somewhere.

After standing there in a daze, I let out a long sigh and started moving forward again, breaking down the wall.

Now we have just passed the first hurdle.

**

I don’t know the passage of time, but the hallway has turned twelve times so far. The important thing is that I turned to the right every time. In a normal hallway, you only need to turn right four times to return to the starting point (since it turns 90 degrees each time), this space was an exception.

Is it just the space that’s weird? That’s not it either. As if this hallway couldn’t watch people quietly passing by, it spewed out incomprehensible strange sounds every time it moved a certain distance.

The first thing I encountered was ‘a book that only tells the truth.’ On the very first page of this book, an image modeled after my body was drawn, and on the next page it was written, ‘Those who do not tell the truth will burn.’

When I turned the page again, it said, ‘If you had to kill either a friend or a lover, who would you kill?’ . Even if you make the right choice, you will suffer mental damage, and if you lie, your body will appear to be on fire.

The next thing I encountered was a door that only moves when a certain amount of blood is added. The large door blocking the hallway was pulsating like a living thing, and if you looked closely, you could see a human face-like figure with blood vessels protruding from all over the place, screaming silently.

It was written that in order to pass through this gate, one must sacrifice more than 3 liters of blood. We don’t know what the blood will do to the door.

The last thing I saw was a monster walking on all fours with a shiny face. He followed me from a very far away and persistently picked up my hair. The moment he picked up exactly 10 hairs, he rushed to rip my skin off.

Looking closely, I saw that this guy’s skin was not his own. The creature was covered in another human’s skin, but the face of the skin was located on the back of its head, making it appear as if it had no face. I think the 10 strands of hair probably have some magical meaning, and when a certain condition is met, they rush in to rip off my skin.

“Phew.”

Astute people may have noticed, but my description just now was in the past tense.

Yes. I cut them all down with a sword. With overflowing magical power and strong mental power.

Books that threatened to tell the truth were torn to shreds. The moment the book was torn in half, something resembling a strange soul came out of it, and it was frozen with magic. Even though physical attacks don’t work, it seems that magic power can’t be overcome, and the soul has disappeared.

The living door was also cut down. The moment the door was split in half, blood poured out like a flood from the crack, but it froze on its own before it reached me. After confirming and killing him, he passed by.

A skinning monster? This guy was quite agile, but as long as he was exposed to my cold, he was just a meal. The reason I learned that I was a ‘skinning monster’ in the first place was because I killed him.

When I killed it, the outer skin was separated from the inner body, and the body looked like a bunch of black caterpillars. It released cold energy with all its might and froze the whole thing. Since there were no larvae missed, it would be safe to say that it was completely dead.

That’s right.

The weak monsters on the 24th floor were not strong enough to deal with me. With my magical powers lifted, I am practically a munchkin. A strong person comparable to ‘me with overlapping hero characteristics’. Such a shabby ghost cannot block my path.

What would the ghosts in a horror game do against a helpless victim or a ghost, or a superpower with a sword?

“Who will stop me?”

A smiling and dancing ghost. If it’s not him… You can’t stop me.