442 438. Savior.txt (1/2)
The image of Kanami healing people suffering from incurable diseases with a fantastic light is the very image of the ”Great Savior (Magna Messiah)” that I always had in my mind.
Without a doubt, that was my 'ideal'.
But it was that ”ideal” that was throwing my life into chaos.
Like a misplaced button, everything started to break down from that day.
The first thing that was done was for Lomis Neesha to deal with the Kanami witnesses.
I become a victim of the ”witchcraft” experiment - but fortunately, I survive it. Only one person, for some reason, survives, and it's another three years later. After hearing a rumor about Fania's lord, Helmina Neisha, I choose to return home...
I arrived at the lowest level of the Demonology Research Institute.
Just as Helmina-san had told me when I was a child, I stepped into it after I had grown up a bit.
However, at that time I was neither a 'senior staff member' nor a 'low-level staff member', but one of the many victims of the 'magicians'.
-- there was always an echo of screams.
There, the patients of the real 'demon poison' disease continued to be victims.
With every second, my sanity was being chipped away.
I couldn't stop vomiting and crying at the thought that I had been living crappy lives on top of this hell for my entire childhood and continuing to ignore these voices. In particular, the prison I was placed in, called the ”God's Body Storage Room,” was a terrible place to be.
It was a dark room made of stone, always bright red.
Occasionally a cleaning crew would come in, but their cleaning was never able to catch up.
--because the pool of blood in the center of the room regularly overflows.
The surface of the water is constantly pulsing and endlessly producing blood from the chunks of flesh submerged in it.
The admired Helmina-san had been reduced to a cruelty-free state.
However, she was still alive.
To be precise, she was being kept alive and her 'blood power' was being squeezed forever.
As the new 'Blood God' to protect Fania--
'-- ah, ......, ah, ah, ah, ......'
It's nothing short of hell to be chained up and continue to watch the person you admire suffer.
I kept mourning and letting my voice trail off.
However, it will never reach Helmina-san.
No matter how many words I throw at her--
'Helmina, please ...... and also ......, please ....... Please .......
”I'm going to ■■■■ flesh and blood, and I'm going to count it.
I can't talk.
What came back was mostly a strange vibration that was not human.
Even if I could hear something that looked like language, conversation was impossible.
I couldn't get a lesson from Helmina anymore, like I used to.
There was no one in the world to guide this foolish junior.
In desperation, I kept crying, clinging and talking to him, even though I knew it was futile.
'I am ......, what should I have done ......? Where did we go wrong: ......? How could we have been saved: ......--
Somehow, I wanted to hear Helmina's voice.
I wanted her to tell me what to do from now on, just as she once did.
But I can't ask.
Just like the janitor in the past, Helmina-san has been invaded by the 'demonic poison' and is completely insane. It was a 'voice' that could only be thought of as such.
I will never be able to talk to Helmina-san again.
When I accepted that, I wanted to be as mad as Helmina-san.
It was hard to be alive. If I didn't, I was just suffering. I didn't want to think about it or try anymore. If that was the case, it would be much easier to be like Helmina now - it didn't take long to think that.
'Oh ....... I'm going to be just like Helmina-san...
I believed I could become one.
The Dragon God told me that in order to become one of the gods, I had to despair of everything and give up everything. That's why I kept believing that I could become just like the Fire God, Light God and Blood God.
I don't need strength anymore. I just want weakness. If I can just give in to this painful reality and I can also go to Helmina-san, I'll give in as much as I can. If my heart is cracked, shattered and driven mad by this, then--
I can talk to Helmina again.
Again, like when I was a little girl who didn't know anything.
If there's even the slightest chance of getting that fun time back, I'll give up anything.
If the more I pretend, the closer I get to the 'real' thing, the more crazy I'll be.
Even if I'm not crazy, I'll be crazy. Go crazy, crazy, crazy. It's definitely easier already to go mad, so...
Lady Helmina would never want to be saved.
There was a response on the way.
'Not Mr. Helmina.
”Of course you are. Because even now, Lady Helmina is very 'happy'.
'What about ......?' Huh?
Somewhere along the line, I was able to talk to that crazy cleaning girl instead of being able to talk to Ms. Hermina.
She had finished her cleaning duties and was taking a break, and when she couldn't see me in my pathetic state, she called out to me. I could hear it and understand it.
I didn't know why I could talk to the girl now.
But I was trapped in the 'Goddess Storage Room' and I was starving for someone to talk to, so I didn't think too much about it and ate it up.
'Soooo, you don't want to be saved, ......? It can't be! This is 'happiness'! Look! In that pool of blood! Oh, it's just a piece of meat! This! This is how it ends! Is this a punishment for Helmina, who has worked so hard all along to save everyone! At all times, Ms. Helmina was trying her best to help those suffering from the disease of The Devil's Poison! Little by little, I've been working my way through the ground! And yet, this d*mned 'world' is aaaaahhhhh--!
Maybe it's because I was more pleased to see that I could finally be crazy.
If I kept pretending, I could be 'real' properly.
I felt a little closer to Helmina and I was talking to her normally.
''Yes. So, isn't this what you call an 'ordeal'?
”'The Tribulation', you say ......?
At least, Lady Helmina thinks so. I've been with her all my life, and I know everything about her. --Didn't you once say that trials are about hope and luck? By going through 'trials', one day 'magic' won't just be for God. ...... This is probably the way to go.
This is it? Is this stuff on the way ......?
As if she were Helmina, the cleaning girl would admonish me.
For some reason I couldn't brush it off.
''Yes. Still, Helmina-sama is still in the middle of trying her best to overcome the 'ordeal'. And yet, Fafner Helvirshain is giving up? You, a disciple of Lord Helmina, will succumb to 'trials' on such a path?
It's ......, I wasn't a disciple of ......
'No way, right? -- because you're a 'strong man'.
'No, I'm not really ......, I'm really ......,--!
I'm not strong.
Before he could deny that, a piercing scream interrupted his words.
It was the screams of the demons who are still being sacrificed in the Seventh Magical Research Institute.
It sounded as if the screams stopped me from giving up.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us,” he said, ”and if you give up, what was the point of our deaths? I asked for our regrets. Please, I asked for your regrets.
It's my imagination.
But I was frightened and looked around.
Naturally, there was no one else in this 'Goddess Storage Room' other than me and the cleaning staff.
Nothing but blood. I thought--
What--
For some reason, there was a copy of the Scripture of the Inscription White Church in this room.
The book I used to prefer, rely on, and believe in.
My hand moved naturally and picked up the book.
My body knew the power of the book well.
'Gosh, chapter five, verse eleven: ......'
As if out of habit, I recited it.
Instantly, I felt a little more at ease.
And because it was a little bit easier, I felt like I could still do my best.
Of course, that's a trick.
In medical terms, it's like a religious addiction.
”'Every soul must be honored' ...... and 'Even one's own soul cannot rest in peace.'” ......
I, who was Helmina's assistant, know that this is a dependency in a very dangerous range.
We should get rid of the 'Inscription White Faith Scripture' as soon as possible.
Once you get into it, you will never be able to let go of it again.
However, on the contrary, it is--
”-- Chapter 5:11: 'Unless you honor every soul, you cannot rest in your own soul.'”--
It also meant that as long as there was something I could depend on, I could still do my best.
It was at this time that I realized the true power of the Inscription White Church.
I turn the pages of the Scripture of the Inscription White Faith in the ”God's Body Vault”.
At the lowest level of Phania, I desperately pray to the oldest god and compose the rest of the book.
'-- Chapter 5, verse 12: ”Respecting all souls, your soul has been laid to rest” --
It had become a kind of 'compensation'.
Little by little, that 'monumental white teaching scripture' becomes a part of my body that I need to live in.
And from that part of my body, I can hear a voice that should no longer be heard.
It's the voice of the sacrificed 'demons' saying, ”You can go, you can go. Because you're our Helvilleshain--” the voice that pushes me back.
The admired Helmina-san said, ”The only thing that can pave the way is the knowledge you have accumulated. If you inherit my 'blood power', you will be able to get out of here...” a voice that tells you the path you should take.
The Great Savior (Magna Messiah) Kanami says, ”Fafner, don't give up until the end. The voice waiting at the end of the road that says ”We will meet again someday...”.
Thus, I paid the price and obtained a distorted voice (skill).
It's a powerful force that will never let your heart fail, no matter how many generations in the future, whether it's a hundred years or a thousand years.
''--Ha, haha, kuha!
Hmmm--, do you understand? You were a 'strong man'.
Two giggles spill out.
I continue to laugh, losing out to the screams of the 'demon' echoing from afar.
''Haha! Yeah, I know! Yeah, I knew it! This much of an 'ordeal', always! Ms. Helmina is still alive! As long as we can hear this Helmina-san's voice, we can still do our best!
'Yes. ...... because we're alive. We're not dead yet.
Oh, I'll never die! I'll definitely live, get out of here, and save everyone! We'll kill all the top scientists! It's absolutely ridiculous that we're 'unhappy' and those scum are 'happy'! It's not supposed to be ...... that you can't be saved, that everyone can't be saved--!
The ”ordeal” is not despair. Rather, I was sad with tears in my eyes, smiling broadly and rejoicing that this is where the hard work begins.
-- and that new 'voice (skill)' will lead me to it.
The other researchers were useless, so I studied on my own in this 'God's Body Storage Room'.
Stretching my chains to the limit and stretching my hands into the pool of blood in the center, I taught myself 'blood power'.
How? If you ask me, it's a very simple answer. Following the 'voice' that can be heard from somewhere, I have found a way to become the agent of the 'one who steals the reason for blood'. That's all.
.............
This is how I became the agent of the one who steals the reason for blood.
After that, I continue to overcome the 'ordeal' like a madman.
As Helmina's agent, I also spread her grateful teachings.
Because I believed that if I worked hard, I would one day become the 'real thing'.
.............
That's just a tatemae.
It was probably because it was the easiest path.
In an effort to make my mind a little more comfortable, I instinctively chose Theologian and became an agent of the One Who Steals the Principle of Blood, and continued to follow the voice of the skill ”oracle” - not the skill ”oracle” - but the voice of the state abnormality ”auditory hallucination”.
That is the true identity of Fafner, the agent of the One Who Steals the Principle of Blood, a thousand years ago.
In the world a thousand years later, we sort out that past and become painfully aware of it.
And with that pain, his consciousness slowly begins to clear up.
Not only the mind, but the body also awakens.
From the 'Goddess Storage Room' of a thousand years ago, to reality.
From the Fafner Helvirshine after a thousand years, who can't even handle a substitute properly, and who still continues to make mistakes--
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--Return, I wake up from my meditation.
Slowly, I lift my heavy eyelids and exhale the air in my lungs.
'Huh. ......'
The scene that pops into my retinas is the same one I had been recalling earlier.
It was a bright red stone-built room with a pool of blood pooling in the center.
But there are no more lumps of flesh submerged there. No one is there.
Even after a thousand years, I was still in the 'God's Body Storage Room' and had my back to that dirty wall.
I used fresh blood magic and the labyrinth construction system to 'recall convergence (drop)' the fania from a thousand years ago, so I can say it's almost the same room. However, the faces there are a bit different than in the past.
''Are you okay? I don't know if I'm pale, or if my face is showing through a bit.
Right in front of me, Glenn Walker was worried about me.
And in his chest, that 'Heart of Helmina' was housed.
A thousand years ago, I had given away what I had worked so hard to obtain to someone else.
When I wake up, I often observe my surroundings.
Me and Glenn, facing each other, are naked on top of each other, with a large hollow opening in their chests in a matching manner. However, I'm 'empty' and Glenn has 'Helmina's Heart'.
Compared to when it was housed in my chest, its heartbeat was too feeble.
But it was just as planned.
It seems that I've succeeded in weakening its power to the limit. Even though Glenn had inherited the Heart of Hermina, the magic power in his body remained thin. This doesn't hinder his covert activities.
And it wasn't just Glenn who was getting thinner, it was me too.
Not only is his magic power quiet and quiet, but his raw limbs are very thin. The abnormal presence of the 'Stealer of Reason' had disappeared, and he had completely reverted to a single Ghost 'Magician'.
Now the preparations were complete.
In just a few moments, Kanami, the one that steals the logic of the dimension, will arrive in this ”God's Body Storage Room”.
The existence that splits the ocean with a single fingertip, makes fruit trees grow just by stroking the soil, and cures all sicknesses by radiating divine light, is coming to save you because I once wished to be saved.
That's why I discarded 'that which steals reason' ahead of him.
I know that 'the thief of reason' is a synonym for 'the weak'.
A child who has a crack in his heart and has just borrowed money from the world to gain an undeserved amount of power.
When faced with Kanami, being 'the one who steals reason' is a weakness.
So, as a final preparation, he performed the inheritance of that weakness.
However, the ritual was harder work than he expected, and it seemed to take a toll on his body and mind.
He thought he was doing some light meditation, but he was lightly disoriented.
'Yeah, I'm fine. I was just doing my own 'past vision' again, Glenn,” he said. It's not so much ...... as it is that you're pale.
'Well ......, that's going to get a bit worse. ...... This is the end of me now, you know.
Glenn muttered after his face fell.
Out of the corner of his eye, a raw, pulsing heart fell.
A fresh heart. Blood was still gushing from the tips of the shredded veins and arteries, continuing to stain the floor of the room red.
--Glen had pulled out the heart with his own hands during the succession of The One Who Steals Blood's Reason.
Normally, he would have died instantly.
The reason why Glenn is alive now is because of the power of his ”demonization”.
His mixture is Poison Bee. He's just a poisonous bee monster without any sort of twist. He's not a high-grade or vital monster. It was just that the history of his bloodline had been extremely distorted for a thousand years.
Thanks to this, that insect monster's physical structure was quite unique.
Instead of using the heart to circulate blood like a human, it used the organ called the pulmonary vascular system to control the body fluids throughout its body. In addition, Helmina-san's medical knowledge of anti-magician medicine and my genetic modification surgery allowed me to recreate a half-dead state ...... The point is that during the 'demonization' process, you can use another strange heart, so it's okay.
I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world, and I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world.
It's only natural since he's throwing away his human heart there.
If he returns to human, he will die.
Will he be able to transform into a monster for a long time?
Or he will die as a human being by releasing his demonization.
These are the only two options.
”Glenn, the succession of 'The One Who Steals the Reason for Blood' is now a success. ...... If you can divide Kanami and the others with that power as promised, then you can be Seldora-san's opponent and I can be Kanami's opponent. As expected, I can't refuse a life-threatening request.
Thank you ....... I have a very good idea that I am about to die. I can feel the knowledge of a thousand years ago from the 'Heart of Helmina' in my chest. It's a very strange feeling. ...... It's a very strange feeling. Is this what it's like to be a magic stone holder? I'm not supposed to be able to 'get along' or anything.
It's a popular phenomenon that knowledge and skills can be passed on from the magic stone. However, Helmina's magical stone is exceptional. The blood power is meant to be used by anyone, so we've made a lot of changes to make it easier to pass on knowledge.
'Wow, the technology of a thousand years ago is truly amazing. I have nothing but gratitude for the great scientist, Hermina Neysha, and a lot of respect for her. I also have great respect for her.
”Respect, Helmina would say this. I'm not the only one who deserves credit for this. The power of blood is the wisdom of generations of Neisha researchers, who have experimented and sacrificed so much in order to arrive at it, you seem somewhat happy about that.
'That's the kind of person Helmina Neisha was: ....... My family did something similar in the family business, so I can understand a little bit of that pride.
We continue to chat.
And then we check in with Glenn to see how well he's doing (...).
'In the ...... family business? That's new to me. What kind of research did you do?
My family's skill of concoction is inextricably linked to science. I remember my grandfather used to call himself a 'poisonous scientist', and I remember it well. ...... Just because of Tiara-sama, we've entered the 'Age of Magicology', so the word science itself has become rare these days.
Magick. I've never heard of that before. Is this era called the 'Magical Age'?
'What? ...... Oh, oh. Maybe I'm not the only one who said that now. It's like my knowledge of Helmina Neysha mixed with my knowledge of Helmina Neysha, and I just kind of thought of it and said it. No, it feels really strange, this: ......
'So that's what you mean: ....... It's true, from what I've heard, that was a Helmina-like choice of words. If it were me or Kanami, we'd be giving it a much, much more exaggerated name.
Oh, you're right, Kanami-kun, you do like the rubrics and all that, don't you? If you'd known about ”The 5-step, 1,000-year plan,” you might have arranged it, too.
We laugh at each other and are convinced.
Really, it's a good fit (・・・・・).
Excessive memory transfer is supposed to be more of a side effect.