'No, Norwin. you must be on gaurd at all times."
A woman's voice echoes in my ear. Sweet, gentle, melting. Right after I heard it, a sharp pain shot through my stomach.
"Oh, shit."
In truth, though, a mysterious woman, who may or may not be friend or foe, was supposed to give me advice. But I changed my mind.
The whispers of Arjano are too achy to understand. My vision was shifting rapidly, and I suddenly saw a pool of blood at my feet, which seemed to be a false puddle.
Is this all my blood?
What, what is this? How could this be...?
"You reacted as if you knew Arthur, didn't you? I wonder why. Even before that, you seemed to have uttered the name of the Ulgor Evil cult, so, yeah. You are a little too high-risk to be left unchecked."
My gut instinct was telling me that I was in more danger than I had ever been, but there was nothing I could do with my body already mortally wounded.
I opened my mouth to at least let him know that Arjano was there.
"Oh, sorry. I've already isolated this area with magic beforehand. No matter what you do, nobody will be able to hear you."
Arjano answered without hesitation, as if knowing what I was thinking.
"Oh, hey, why ------?"
"Why? What is that a direct question to? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not interested in that, I want you to answer my questions. How did you know about the Ulgor Evil Order and Arthur?"
" - "'------'. ..."
I can't tell him that.
It would be absolutely disgusting if anyone, especially this guy on the opposite side, knew about the knowledge I got from "Arcadia-Quest".
I would not answer to him even if it kills me.
You don't want to tell me? I don't care. I'll have your memories forcibly siphoned from your head."
Argiano's hand piercing my stomach was hot.
What the heck, I thought, and right after that, a sensation started to spread around my stomach, as if someone was forcibly gouging out the depths of my mind.
Really, my memories were being erased by magic?
This is not good. Not good. No, no, no, no. That's bad.
Aaaaaaah!
Disregarding the pain, I just go wild with all my strength. I must keep my knowledge of the game at any cost.
If these guys get information about future, I am sure I will lose the chance to win.
So, no matter what it costs!
I resist unselfishly and use a combined use of physical reinforcement and Hiyan's original spell.
Without thinking about the future, I just fired at full strength and tried to retreat without caring that the wound in my abdomen would spread.
But,
I'm almost done, wait a minute. I'm nearly finished, just a little more, !
Suddenly, the gathered magic power faded away.
"Huh?"
It was called the worst possible trick in the game by many players, and was said to have completely blocked Almire, who was the most powerful magician in this world.
It was mercilessly scratching away at my magic.
It was so bad that I almost started to laugh at the situation.
Even though I was up against a superior opponent with no chance of winning, I wouldn't even be able to resist if my greatest weapon was knocked out of use.
Is one of the strongest in the world this very far away?
Maybe this guy is even stronger than Veldra, just because he wasn't portrayed in the game itself?
Oh, no. My thoughts are scattered in many different directions.
There's no need to escape reality. Watch what's in front of you. There must be something to be done about this current plight.
Fortunately, the pain has lessened. Though it is not at all a lucky situation if one considers that the injury is so severe that the body's sense of pain, which signals abnormalities in the body, is not functioning.
Still, I wouldn't mind if I could bet everything on this one chance.
Phew.
If I did not make any effort for the past two years, I would have been in a really helpless situation.
But now I am different. Even if I am blocked from using common magic, I still have a weapon that I can use to defend myself.
So, let's see...!
Perhaps he was slightly relaxed after he succeeded in blocking the attack, or perhaps there was some other reason.
Argiano's caution faded for a moment. At the right moment, I activated the new spell that I have been practicing for the past two years.
This was a completely different magical spell from the one Argiano had perfected. Therefore, it should be impossible for him to interfere with it, as he does not understand the concept behind it.
If I were to apply it to general witchcraft, it would be of the fire attribute, with a power of about third level.
Suddenly, a blazing fire appeared and covered Arjano in the blink of an eye.
Firepower that can easily burn a human body. Of course, it is unlikely that Argiano can be defeated by such a blaze, but if it can create an opening, even for a moment, so be it.
While the flames took away his vision...
Oh, no, no, no. I would never allow myself to be harmed. I mean, this fire is magical, Did someone teach it to me?
With lightning speed, a clean, unburned arm reached out from the flames and grabbed my hand, which was clutched in a knife for self-defense, as I tried to kill myself.
" Let go of me!"
Here you go.
Hey!
I tried with all my might to break free, but he suddenly let go of my hand and I fell on my bottom. I sat down in a puddle of blood and once again confirmed the fact that I was mortally wounded.
I was so excited to see the results of my efforts.
I've been through a lot since I came to this world, but this is the end for me.
I don't want it to end like this.
I'll be able to look into your memories in a little while, so please be silent.
Arjano's hand touched me again, but I couldn't even twitch.
The last of my strength seems to have been exerted by my resistance now.
Oh, he's going to use my memories to kill me.
I'm so weak. Can't the weak even choose how to die?
The sensation of something being sucked out of my head rapidly grew stronger...
Boom!
With a sound of something popping, Arjano's hand touching me was erased.
Ah, haha. I see. It's been enchanted so that I can't enter.
Rejection, huh?
If I believe what he just said, is there a way for my head to reject Arjano?
Why?
When?
Where?
Huh?
This magic, yeah. I see. You've met Fail, haven't you? Did he put something in your head?
What, ------?
Oh, no. I can't even talk anymore.
Who's Fail?
I've never heard of him, not even in the game . And he keeps talking about enchantment, but isn't that the same as witchcraft?
Hmmm. I'm at a loss. I can't steal memories, and I probably won't be able to brainwash the guy into vomiting, either. I wonder... What should I do? I think it would be better for him if I just kill him.
Arjano left me alone and continued to wonder. It was only a few seconds later that he finished his pondering.
All right, I'll give him the treatment.
Then get on with it...
I was so excited that I was able to get a hold of him.
️
Hey, long time no see.
An inorganic space with darkness spreading as far as the eye can see.
In front of me was a huge door and a tired-looking young man standing in front of it.
I realized that I had come back to that world.
And with the intuition I got from Arjano's earlier words, I arrived at a fact...
"Are you Fail-san?"
I have missed being called by that name.
The young man, who seemed to be a tired man named Fail, gave a troubled smile.
'No, Norwin. you must be on gaurd at all times."
A woman's voice echoes in my ear. Sweet, gentle, melting. Right after I heard it, a sharp pain shot through my stomach.
"Oh, shit."
In truth, though, a mysterious woman, who may or may not be friend or foe, was supposed to give me advice. But I changed my mind.
The whispers of Arjano are too achy to understand. My vision was shifting rapidly, and I suddenly saw a pool of blood at my feet, which seemed to be a false puddle.
Is this all my blood?
What, what is this? How could this be...?
"You reacted as if you knew Arthur, didn't you? I wonder why. Even before that, you seemed to have uttered the name of the Ulgor Evil cult, so, yeah. You are a little too high-risk to be left unchecked."
My gut instinct was telling me that I was in more danger than I had ever been, but there was nothing I could do with my body already mortally wounded.
I opened my mouth to at least let him know that Arjano was there.
"Oh, sorry. I've already isolated this area with magic beforehand. No matter what you do, nobody will be able to hear you."
Arjano answered without hesitation, as if knowing what I was thinking.
"Oh, hey, why ------?"
"Why? What is that a direct question to? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not interested in that, I want you to answer my questions. How did you know about the Ulgor Evil Order and Arthur?"
" - "'------'. ..."
I can't tell him that.
It would be absolutely disgusting if anyone, especially this guy on the opposite side, knew about the knowledge I got from "Arcadia-Quest".
I would not answer to him even if it kills me.
You don't want to tell me? I don't care. I'll have your memories forcibly siphoned from your head."
Argiano's hand piercing my stomach was hot.
What the heck, I thought, and right after that, a sensation started to spread around my stomach, as if someone was forcibly gouging out the depths of my mind.
Really, my memories were being erased by magic?
This is not good. Not good. No, no, no, no. That's bad.
Aaaaaaah!
Disregarding the pain, I just go wild with all my strength. I must keep my knowledge of the game at any cost.
If these guys get information about future, I am sure I will lose the chance to win.
So, no matter what it costs!
I resist unselfishly and use a combined use of physical reinforcement and Hiyan's original spell.
Without thinking about the future, I just fired at full strength and tried to retreat without caring that the wound in my abdomen would spread.
But,
I'm almost done, wait a minute. I'm nearly finished, just a little more, !
Suddenly, the gathered magic power faded away.
"Huh?"
It was called the worst possible trick in the game by many players, and was said to have completely blocked Almire, who was the most powerful magician in this world.
It was mercilessly scratching away at my magic.
It was so bad that I almost started to laugh at the situation.
Even though I was up against a superior opponent with no chance of winning, I wouldn't even be able to resist if my greatest weapon was knocked out of use.
Is one of the strongest in the world this very far away?
Maybe this guy is even stronger than Veldra, just because he wasn't portrayed in the game itself?
Oh, no. My thoughts are scattered in many different directions.
There's no need to escape reality. Watch what's in front of you. There must be something to be done about this current plight.
Fortunately, the pain has lessened. Though it is not at all a lucky situation if one considers that the injury is so severe that the body's sense of pain, which signals abnormalities in the body, is not functioning.
Still, I wouldn't mind if I could bet everything on this one chance.
Phew.
If I did not make any effort for the past two years, I would have been in a really helpless situation.
But now I am different. Even if I am blocked from using common magic, I still have a weapon that I can use to defend myself.
So, let's see...!
Perhaps he was slightly relaxed after he succeeded in blocking the attack, or perhaps there was some other reason.
Argiano's caution faded for a moment. At the right moment, I activated the new spell that I have been practicing for the past two years.
This was a completely different magical spell from the one Argiano had perfected. Therefore, it should be impossible for him to interfere with it, as he does not understand the concept behind it.
If I were to apply it to general witchcraft, it would be of the fire attribute, with a power of about third level.
Suddenly, a blazing fire appeared and covered Arjano in the blink of an eye.
Firepower that can easily burn a human body. Of course, it is unlikely that Argiano can be defeated by such a blaze, but if it can create an opening, even for a moment, so be it.
While the flames took away his vision...
Oh, no, no, no. I would never allow myself to be harmed. I mean, this fire is magical, Did someone teach it to me?
With lightning speed, a clean, unburned arm reached out from the flames and grabbed my hand, which was clutched in a knife for self-defense, as I tried to kill myself.
" Let go of me!"
Here you go.
Hey!
I tried with all my might to break free, but he suddenly let go of my hand and I fell on my bottom. I sat down in a puddle of blood and once again confirmed the fact that I was mortally wounded.
I was so excited to see the results of my efforts.
I've been through a lot since I came to this world, but this is the end for me.
I don't want it to end like this.
I'll be able to look into your memories in a little while, so please be silent.
Arjano's hand touched me again, but I couldn't even twitch.
The last of my strength seems to have been exerted by my resistance now.
Oh, he's going to use my memories to kill me.
I'm so weak. Can't the weak even choose how to die?
The sensation of something being sucked out of my head rapidly grew stronger...
Boom!
With a sound of something popping, Arjano's hand touching me was erased.
Ah, haha. I see. It's been enchanted so that I can't enter.
Rejection, huh?
If I believe what he just said, is there a way for my head to reject Arjano?
Why?
When?
Where?
Huh?
This magic, yeah. I see. You've met Fail, haven't you? Did he put something in your head?
What, ------?
Oh, no. I can't even talk anymore.
Who's Fail?
I've never heard of him, not even in the game . And he keeps talking about enchantment, but isn't that the same as witchcraft?
Hmmm. I'm at a loss. I can't steal memories, and I probably won't be able to brainwash the guy into vomiting, either. I wonder... What should I do? I think it would be better for him if I just kill him.
Arjano left me alone and continued to wonder. It was only a few seconds later that he finished his pondering.
All right, I'll give him the treatment.
Then get on with it...
I was so excited that I was able to get a hold of him.
️
Hey, long time no see.
An inorganic space with darkness spreading as far as the eye can see.
In front of me was a huge door and a tired-looking young man standing in front of it.
I realized that I had come back to that world.
And with the intuition I got from Arjano's earlier words, I arrived at a fact...
"Are you Fail-san?"
I have missed being called by that name.
The young man, who seemed to be a tired man named Fail, gave a troubled smile.
