Ken Miyamoto (3)
Ken, who was quietly looking down, muttered softly.
ââ¦Thereâs no doubt about it.â
He looked skinny, as if he was about to suffocate, but no matter how much I looked at him, he looked just like he did when he was human.
Thereâs no way he wouldnât recognize the face heâs lived with his whole life, right?
Not only does it still maintain the basic base, but it is also a face that is often used when imitating a human.
âBesides, these clothes⦠are the clothes I wore when I was a mercenary. âIâm wearing the same clothes I wore right before I fell into the warlocksâ trap.â
While he was so dazed, his mind began to tickle little by little.
And soon, I began to feel a headache that went beyond a simple tickling sensation to the point of throbbing.
A whirlpool of questions swirling in my mind along with intense pain that felt like my head was throbbing.
His expression distorted fiercely and he grabbed his head.
âfor a moment.â
Then suddenly.
A shiver ran down his spine as a topic suddenly came to mind.
â···Now that I think about it, what was the unique skill I originally had?â
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldnât remember.
What was even more strange was that I didnât even have any doubts about him in the first place.
He unintentionally became a settler and lost all his abilities as an awakened person.
Everything tied to the system, including status and skills.
But isnât it clearly unnatural that he didnât think of everything related to it and didnât even feel strange?
âWho am Iâ¦?â
I felt dizzy due to confusion about my identity.
Ken took a deep breath and quietly looked at his other self, who was lying as if dead.
Although his skin and bones were old, his age still seemed to have stayed the same for twenty years.
gulp-
He swallowed dry saliva and slowly stretched out his hand as if possessed by something.
It was an instinctive action that I did not even know.
And finally, the moment his hand touched the other personâs forehead.
â······!â
His body convulsed as if struck by lightning.
As if he had been waiting for just now, memories he had forgottenâand distortedâbegan to burrow into his head.
âUgh! âWow!â
dump!
He staggered back and fell to the floor, breathing heavily.
How long has it been since I closed my eyes and caught my breath like that?
After roughly sorting out his jumbled memories, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
From the majestic white temple to the golden scriptures engraved here and there.
I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if I had already been there once.
Okay, it wasnât his first time here today.
â···is it. âIs that what happened?â
Ken Miyamotoâs unique skill is âThought Transfer.â
It was an ability that could be used for purposes such as telepathy, which conveys oneâs thoughts, or, conversely, psychometry, which reads the remaining thoughts of a targetâ¦
He wanted more combat skills to survive as a mercenary, so he developed them a little differently.
By giving his own thoughts to the magic tools he possessed, each of them had his own will and shared it with the main body to create an âego weaponâ and use it.
Magic tools imprinted with simple defensive magic became treasures that arbitrarily protected their owners, and items prepared for attack and healing were no exception.
The Ego Sword, which freely moves along unexpected paths and slaughters enemies, and the potion supply device, which injects various potions into the body in a timely manner depending on the situation.
Thanks to this, Ken, a mercenary of extreme righteousness, was able to reach a level where the magic tools he wore on his body would move and respond on their own even if he lost consciousness after receiving great damage.
âAnd Iâ¦â
Ken looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly.
âAre you saying itâs a doll with Ken Miyamotoâs ego implanted in itâ¦?â
Thatâs it.
This was the true identity of Ken, a count-level demon from the Demon World.
***
The deepest part of the temple is deeper than the place where Ken, who is in agony after facing a shocking truth, is located.
Something that had been asleep for a long time stirred violently.
Now it was a âthingâ that was in ruins and couldnât do anything on its own, but now the situation was different from before.
at las···.
The key that will free you has finally appeared!
The little thread of self-consciousness that had weathered away, little by little, began to awaken due to external stimulation.
It immediately stimulated instinct and induced movement.
If you miss this opportunity, you will never get another chance.
There was no time to hesitate any longer as what had happened had become a reality.
Rumblingâ
The shallow vibrations that had been echoing from the depths of the temple began to slowly rise upward.
The only things that moved that being were a few thoughts that now remained as fragments.
To take revenge on those who deceived him and made him like this.
To regain lost strength and to be fully yourself again.
That greater power is needed to cut down the sky, etc.
In order to achieve them, it was important to continue to climb higher and obtain the key.
To complete myself, who has become extremely unstable.
To fill in the gaps and be reborn as a more complete person.
[ââââ!]
The figure trapped in the black nest roared loudly.
***
Ken was neither an Earthling nor an awakened person.
He is simply a being who has received those memories intact.
He himself was the rag doll who clumsily filled in various omissions of information that occurred during the delivery process.
âDid he pull all of his ego together and make a final gamble?â
It didnât take long for Ken Miyamoto, who was forcibly transported to the Demon World, to accept the fact that he couldnât escape this place.
In this worst environment, he was just a weakling who could not guarantee victory even if he fought a baron-level demon.
So, in order to avoid a crisis, he gathered his thoughts together and threw them elsewhere in order to find a solution from outside and solve the problem.
âOf course, back then, I would have never dreamed that I would come back after twenty years like this.â
In fact, the attempt itself was a gamble even for Ken, so the distortion of missing memories could not even be expected.
I came to the âDark Nestâ on my own, following some kind of attraction, but because of the tight security, I was unable to find this place and thatâs why I just spent my time wandering around.
âWhew, it doesnât mean anything now.â
Ken looked down at his body with a confused expression.
It would be a lie if I said I wasnât shocked at all, but it wasnât to the point where I was struggling with my identity.
Perhaps it is because his body, which has already become a complete demon, is also affecting his way of thinking.
âLooking at it, it seems like itâs already too late to save her.â
I could tell that right away when I saw it.
Right now, heâs barely able to breathe due to some kind of consciousness, but in fact, heâs no different from a dead body.
The spirit body remains like burnt ashes, and the unique skills that were arranged in advance do not even show any signs of being activated.
The fact that aging did not occur was simply an aftereffect of an evil ritual, and the body had already become a real settler a long time ago.
It was only natural that he had been in Outerica for almost thirty years.
As he slowly turned his head, the people who had turned into corpses on the small altar came into his sight.
They must also be people from Earth who were in the same situation as Ken.
An uneasy feeling came over me as I thought that the main body would soon become like them.
âThe conditions of those still alive are generally similar. What a terrible tactic. âWhat on earth were you trying to do?â
The moment Ken was lost in thought.
âKahaha!â
âKahang! Kahang!â
A three-headed dog the size of a large dog walked lightly into the space where he was, accompanied by a bizarre howling sound.
Even though it has the face of a dog, it has an expression full of deep satiety and satisfaction that can be felt at a glance.
âDavidson? âHow so fast?â
Ken, with wide eyes, looked him around.
The fact that he followed us this far means that Sodian has been dealt with.
A type of wizard who has set up a workshop in his own residenceâand to kill a marquis-level demon so quickly.
Looking at it, it didnât seem like there was that much damage.
âNo, did I waste more time here than I thought?â
But even so, it was still great.
Even if you were a marquis of the same rank, if you were to fight an opponent with those conditions, you wouldnât have enough time to make a final decision even if you fought all day.
âMaybe this guy ate the essence of Duke Goerang and inherited his power.â
While Ken was secretly admiring.
Davidson, who had followed his scent all the way here, was diligently moving his three heads and looking around.
Golden letters engraved everywhere, dozens of offerings on a small altar, and even one of them⦠a man with a face that looked exactly like Ken.
âKaheung?â
Davidsonâs eyes narrowed as he looked at the two people back and forth several times.
At the same time, a strange majesty began to emanate from that small body.
Is it because the ranking has already been clearly established?
He didnât say a word, but for some reason Ken seemed to know what he wanted.
âHmm⦠Itâs hard to explain this in words. I also found out this time, but it seems like this was my real body. âThe main body had the ability to transfer consciousness to another place, but now I amâ¦â
His words, which he continued to speak as if he were making excuses, as if he were reporting the past events to his superiors, suddenly stopped.
And then he just gaped and couldnât open his mouth.
Who am I now⦠and then�
âWhy didnât I think of it until now?â
I figured out why things happened like this.
The problem is next.
Where on earth did this body come from, imbued with the consciousness of the âthought transferenceâ used by Ken Miyamoto?
âItâs the same as before. âItâs as important as the truth about this matter, and I didnât even suspect it until I told you about it.â
An unprecedented power felt in the palm of your hand.
The magical power of an earl-level demon race that had reached the state of transcendence boiled up like an active volcano deep within the body.
The body he now occupies was by no means an ordinary body.
Just by simple calculation, he was a powerhouse that was considered to be in the double digits of the entire Demon World.
And above allâ¦
â···I have had this power since the moment my memories as a demon race first began.â
It makes no sense that the body of a demon with such power was stolen by a âThought Transferâ that was thrown away as if gambling.
Rather, it was normal for the other personâs mind to be torn apart as soon as it came in contact with it.
âThat only means that this enormous body was left without an owner.â
It was with perfect timing that he attempted to gamble.
Coincidentally, the synchronization rate is so high that there is no particular sense of incongruity with the main body.
A body that can ignore even its lack of enlightenment and elevate itself to a state of perfection.
You accepted Kenâs drifting thoughts as if you were waiting for them?
How could something that good happen?
Rumblingâ
At that time, his sensitive senses felt a slight vibration shaking the entire temple.
An earthquake that gets stronger as time goes by.
Soon he could tell it was because of something coming from below.
âCould it be that Sodian wasnât the only one protecting this place? Davidson! Can you still fightâ¦? Pfft!â
Ken quickly turned his head and looked at Davidson.
But he couldnât finish speaking.
By the wayâ
One of the heads that was looking at him with meaningful eyes suddenly bit off his hand.
âUgh! âWhat are you doing all of a sudden?â
Ken, frowning as he felt his energy being drained away, shouted harshly.
The wound itself was not a big problem as it could regenerate quickly, but since I was attacked without warning by a being I thought was an ally, I couldnât just ignore it.
But his anger did not last long.
âAh, as expected.â
Because of a loud voice that suddenly sounded.
â···Who are you?!â
Ken raised his guard and quickly looked around.
The only people here are himself, Davidson, and the barely breathing sacrifices.
Even so, my nerves were on edge as unexpected situations occurred one after another, but when I heard an unidentified voice without any special sign, I had no choice but to react sensitively.
âHeung! âWhere is he looking?â
âKahaha! âI thought from the beginning, he seems kind of stupid!â
âItâs too bad. âIt would be better if it had three heads like us.â
However, Kenâs expression darkened at the voice he heard next.
Unlike before, when I was a bit quiet, I heard it clearly this time.
He was wary of his surroundings and looked down with blank eyes.
There, a grumpy-looking three-headed dog was looking up at him blankly.
âYou could talkâ¦â
âOkay, thatâs enough.â
The humiliation of the past flashed through Kenâs mind at that cold answer.
The days when I had to sleep on the floor after my bed was taken away from me by a dog in a battle for rank, and the moment when I had to say something regretful to save the meat.
There was so much he wanted to say, but he swallowed it hard and quietly closed his eyes.
Because he also had a good sense of time and place.
âAnyway, that body doesnât belong to you right now, right? Right?â
â···Thatâs true.â
Ignoring the man who was still frowning as if he was still dissatisfied, Davidson snooped around and nodded.
The prayers engraved everywhere had already been completely erased from this world, so it was normal for them to be âimpossible to existâ, but it was a matter of little concern to him who was from another world and possessed a âXenoglossyâ.
âHeung! âI guess this isâ¦â
One of the heads that had been scanning the surroundings for a while twitched its nose and took a bite.
âI think whatâs coming now is the original owner of that body?â
âwhat?â
âKahaha! This is special! The taste was definitely that of a count. âYou mean the smell thatâs getting closer right now isnât that bad at all?â
His sensor, which boasts a sense of smell as good as Dianaâs, was responding loudly to something he ate once.
A being worse than the marquis-level demon Sodian and the duke-level demon Karakul that I ate before coming here is approaching here.
âOh my gosh, I was wondering where I had gone and ended up stuck in a place like this?â
âWhat are you talking about⦠no, wait. no way?â
Kugoogung! Kwaaaangâ!
The increasingly strong tremors finally reached the village.
A black figure that had begun to appear from a distance began to approach quickly.
âHeung! But this is a bit difficult, isnât it? âI was just wondering if I could smell it.â
â···Ugh, I donât have any strength if I do this.â
There is just one problem.
ââThereâs no meat!ââ
That being was Davidsonâs natural enemy, a spirit body without any flesh⦠no, it was a being whose entire body was made of a curse.
[ââââ!]
An empty cry swept through all directions.
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