Chapter 194: Demon in the Bottle – 33
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Chapter 194: Demon in the Bottle – 33
The cold blades flew, gleaming with sharp light.
The sound of air being torn apart echoed like a torrential rain.
“Screaaam!”
The Avatar twisted her body violently.
Hundreds of daggers struck her tough carapace, bouncing off.
Only about 5% of the aimed daggers hit their target.
But it was enough.
Even 5% meant dozens of hits.
The daggers found their way into the gaps of the Avatar’s exoskeleton.
Blades pierced through cartilage, tearing flesh apart.
Colorful fluids burst out everywhere.
It looked as if tubes of paint had been squeezed all at once.
The Avatar screamed in agony, thrashing around.
It hurt.
It was the first time she had felt such pain.
She had trusted her tough carapace too much.
Inside, she was too vulnerable.
She raised her antennae sharply.
To think she would suffer such agony.
After repaying this several times over, she would kill.
But she was astonished by what followed.
As she writhed in pain, the daggers that had bounced off floated back into the air.
Maya flicked her wrist.
The blades aimed at her again.
“This... this...”
Terror filled the Avatar’s eyes.
Maya did not hesitate.
She launched more daggers.
The Avatar’s screams filled the banquet hall.
The same thing repeated as before.
Maya’s thrown daggers pierced the her joints, again and again.
With each attempt, more daggers hit their mark.
As blades lodged into her body, the Avatar’s movements slowed.
Silver streaks painted a chaotic picture in the air.
But Maya’s expression showed no joy in her newfound skill.
Despite her vastly improved abilities, she felt nothing but sadness.
In less than a minute, all 1000 daggers had been expended.
“Ughh... ugh... ugh...”
The Avatar lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Despite gaining strength, her mind was that of an 18-year-old, now wracked with pain.
She lacked the resolve or patience to accept such suffering.
“I’ll kill you...!”
But she harbored enough hatred for revenge.
Struggling to her feet, she barely managed to rise.
Watching her, Maya’s forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Controlling a thousand blades simultaneously was no easy feat.
It required immense mental strength to calculate their trajectories and forces.
She was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.
The Avatar also recognized her condition.
“You’re not in top condition either.”
Crawling towards her, the Avatar lunged.
With a thud, the marble floor shattered.
She smiled with satisfaction as she rose to her feet.
Surely, she must have been crushed.
Yet she felt another blow to the back of her head.
As she stood up, she saw Maya still sweating profusely.
She had been deceived again.
“Ahh! You!”
Maya was equally surprised.
Her fake illusion had lured the Avatar into the wrong place.
Who created this illusion?
As her magic depleted, the invisibility wore off.
As her body threatened to collapse, someone grabbed her shoulder.
She looked up to see the person supporting her.
It was the person she respected most.
Her mentor.
“Director...?”
“Good work, Maya. Leave the rest to us from now on.”
Us?
“Miss Clara.”
A girl with blue hair was crouched behind the decoration.
She seemed perfectly fine, unlike the others.
“Sir... No, Director...”
I glanced at the object in her hand.
A blood-stained dagger lay there.
And there was a fresh wound on her neck, as if she had just been stabbed.
“What were you trying to do?”
I realized the situation.
Cinepecus’s power.
It stimulated the trauma of the target.
Clara, who until recently had been contemplating suicide, had undoubtedly just attempted to kill herself.
“I thought there was no other way.”
I understood what had touched her heart, though I didn’t know what it was.
She had definitely tried to die just now.
“That’s the only method I could think of.”
I let out a small sigh at her words.
I could tell that her decision wasn’t impulsive.
What reason could there be to bring a knife to the party in the first place?
Perhaps she always carried it with her.
She was still contemplating suicide.
“I told you. Don’t take your life lightly.”
She didn’t respond to my words, avoiding eye contact.
What pain was lurking in her heart that made her consider suicide as the only option here?
It seemed like there was more to her than just the rumors floating around.
“Aren’t you upset? Letting your life be decided by chance.”
At my words, she suddenly looked up.
She bit her lip and muttered as she lowered her head.
“But... I can’t help it. I was born like this.”
It was a serious self-loathing.
I had nothing more to say.
To her, it might seem like unnecessary meddling from someone who didn’t matter.
Instead, I decided to do what I could.
I now laid Karen, whose treatment was finished, on the ground and approached Clara.
“Come here. I may not know much, but I can take care of your body.”
At my words, she widened her eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She was surprised but didn’t doubt me.
It was natural, considering she had witnessed me treating Karen firsthand.
And the moment I touched her neck, I understood everything.
The Evolution Research Institute had informed me that her body was collapsing.
She would die within a week if left untreated.
She was on borrowed time.
Now, I finally understood her despair.
“Can you really... heal my body... with your power...?”
As the debulroots faded away, the wound on her neck healed.
Clear liquid welled up in her eyes.
She looked at me with eyes filled with tear stains.
The Evolution Research Institute had informed her that to prevent the collapse of her body, she needed periodic injections of debulroots.
The cost was not insignificant.
If I were to think only about completing the game objectives normally, I would have denied her request.
But I couldn’t abandon a friend who was contemplating suicide because of her desperate body.
It felt like I was looking at my old self.
“Yes. Of course.”
***
Leaving Clara, who was staring at me with vacant eyes, I stood up from my seat.
The fight between Byeonsa and the Avatar was intense.
Neither could land a blow on the other.
The Avatar repeatedly struck at the illusions Byeonsa created, while
Byeonsa couldn’t land a blow on the Avatar, who had a sturdy exoskeleton.
She was an excellent illusionist, but lacked the skills of a fighter.
“Let’s finish this and talk.”
I took out a small vial from my pocket and drank its contents.
I always carried it with me just in case.
Emptying the vial, I walked towards the Avatar.
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Chapter 194: Demon in the Bottle – 33
The cold blades flew, gleaming with sharp light.
The sound of air being torn apart echoed like a torrential rain.
“Screaaam!”
The Avatar twisted her body violently.
Hundreds of daggers struck her tough carapace, bouncing off.
Only about 5% of the aimed daggers hit their target.
But it was enough.
Even 5% meant dozens of hits.
The daggers found their way into the gaps of the Avatar’s exoskeleton.
Blades pierced through cartilage, tearing flesh apart.
Colorful fluids burst out everywhere.
It looked as if tubes of paint had been squeezed all at once.
The Avatar screamed in agony, thrashing around.
It hurt.
It was the first time she had felt such pain.
She had trusted her tough carapace too much.
Inside, she was too vulnerable.
She raised her antennae sharply.
To think she would suffer such agony.
After repaying this several times over, she would kill.
But she was astonished by what followed.
As she writhed in pain, the daggers that had bounced off floated back into the air.
Maya flicked her wrist.
The blades aimed at her again.
“This... this...”
Terror filled the Avatar’s eyes.
Maya did not hesitate.
She launched more daggers.
The Avatar’s screams filled the banquet hall.
The same thing repeated as before.
Maya’s thrown daggers pierced the her joints, again and again.
With each attempt, more daggers hit their mark.
As blades lodged into her body, the Avatar’s movements slowed.
Silver streaks painted a chaotic picture in the air.
But Maya’s expression showed no joy in her newfound skill.
Despite her vastly improved abilities, she felt nothing but sadness.
In less than a minute, all 1000 daggers had been expended.
“Ughh... ugh... ugh...”
The Avatar lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Despite gaining strength, her mind was that of an 18-year-old, now wracked with pain.
She lacked the resolve or patience to accept such suffering.
“I’ll kill you...!”
But she harbored enough hatred for revenge.
Struggling to her feet, she barely managed to rise.
Watching her, Maya’s forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Controlling a thousand blades simultaneously was no easy feat.
It required immense mental strength to calculate their trajectories and forces.
She was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.
The Avatar also recognized her condition.
“You’re not in top condition either.”
Crawling towards her, the Avatar lunged.
With a thud, the marble floor shattered.
She smiled with satisfaction as she rose to her feet.
Surely, she must have been crushed.
Yet she felt another blow to the back of her head.
As she stood up, she saw Maya still sweating profusely.
She had been deceived again.
“Ahh! You!”
Maya was equally surprised.
Her fake illusion had lured the Avatar into the wrong place.
Who created this illusion?
As her magic depleted, the invisibility wore off.
As her body threatened to collapse, someone grabbed her shoulder.
She looked up to see the person supporting her.
It was the person she respected most.
Her mentor.
“Director...?”
“Good work, Maya. Leave the rest to us from now on.”
Us?
“Miss Clara.”
A girl with blue hair was crouched behind the decoration.
She seemed perfectly fine, unlike the others.
“Sir... No, Director...”
I glanced at the object in her hand.
A blood-stained dagger lay there.
And there was a fresh wound on her neck, as if she had just been stabbed.
“What were you trying to do?”
I realized the situation.
Cinepecus’s power.
It stimulated the trauma of the target.
Clara, who until recently had been contemplating suicide, had undoubtedly just attempted to kill herself.
“I thought there was no other way.”
I understood what had touched her heart, though I didn’t know what it was.
She had definitely tried to die just now.
“That’s the only method I could think of.”
I let out a small sigh at her words.
I could tell that her decision wasn’t impulsive.
What reason could there be to bring a knife to the party in the first place?
Perhaps she always carried it with her.
She was still contemplating suicide.
“I told you. Don’t take your life lightly.”
She didn’t respond to my words, avoiding eye contact.
What pain was lurking in her heart that made her consider suicide as the only option here?
It seemed like there was more to her than just the rumors floating around.
“Aren’t you upset? Letting your life be decided by chance.”
At my words, she suddenly looked up.
She bit her lip and muttered as she lowered her head.
“But... I can’t help it. I was born like this.”
It was a serious self-loathing.
I had nothing more to say.
To her, it might seem like unnecessary meddling from someone who didn’t matter.
Instead, I decided to do what I could.
I now laid Karen, whose treatment was finished, on the ground and approached Clara.
“Come here. I may not know much, but I can take care of your body.”
At my words, she widened her eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She was surprised but didn’t doubt me.
It was natural, considering she had witnessed me treating Karen firsthand.
And the moment I touched her neck, I understood everything.
The Evolution Research Institute had informed me that her body was collapsing.
She would die within a week if left untreated.
She was on borrowed time.
Now, I finally understood her despair.
“Can you really... heal my body... with your power...?”
As the debulroots faded away, the wound on her neck healed.
Clear liquid welled up in her eyes.
She looked at me with eyes filled with tear stains.
The Evolution Research Institute had informed her that to prevent the collapse of her body, she needed periodic injections of debulroots.
The cost was not insignificant.
If I were to think only about completing the game objectives normally, I would have denied her request.
But I couldn’t abandon a friend who was contemplating suicide because of her desperate body.
It felt like I was looking at my old self.
“Yes. Of course.”
***
Leaving Clara, who was staring at me with vacant eyes, I stood up from my seat.
The fight between Byeonsa and the Avatar was intense.
Neither could land a blow on the other.
The Avatar repeatedly struck at the illusions Byeonsa created, while
Byeonsa couldn’t land a blow on the Avatar, who had a sturdy exoskeleton.
She was an excellent illusionist, but lacked the skills of a fighter.
“Let’s finish this and talk.”
I took out a small vial from my pocket and drank its contents.
I always carried it with me just in case.
Emptying the vial, I walked towards the Avatar.
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Chapter 194: Demon in the Bottle 33The cold blades flew, gleaming with sharp light.The sound of air being torn apart echoed like a torrential rain.Screaaam!The Avatar twisted her body violently.Hundreds of daggers struck her tough carapace, bouncing off.Only about 5% of the aimed daggers hit their target.But it was enough.Even 5% meant dozens of hits.The daggers found their way into the gaps of the Avatar's exoskeleton.Blades pierced through cartilage, tearing flesh apart.Colorful fluids burst out everywhere.It looked as if tubes of paint had been squeezed all at once.The Avatar screamed in agony, thrashing around.It hurt. It was the first time she had felt such pain.She had trusted her tough carapace too much.Inside, she was too vulnerable.She raised her antennae sharply.To think she would suffer such agony.After repaying this several times over, she would kill.But she was astonished by what followed.As she writhed in pain, the daggers that had bounced off floated back into the air.Maya flicked her wrist.The blades aimed at her again.This... this...Terror filled the Avatar's eyes.Maya did not hesitate.She launched more daggers.The Avatar's screams filled the banquet hall.The same thing repeated as before.Maya's thrown daggers pierced the her joints, again and again.With each attempt, more daggers hit their mark.As blades lodged into her body, the Avatar's movements slowed.Silver streaks painted a chaotic picture in the air.But Maya's expression showed no joy in her newfound skill.Despite her vastly improved abilities, she felt nothing but sadness.In less than a minute, all 1000 daggers had been expended.Ughh... ugh... ugh...The Avatar lay on the ground, gasping for breath.Despite gaining strength, her mind was that of an 18-year-old, now wracked with pain.She lacked the resolve or patience to accept such suffering.I'll kill you...!But she harbored enough hatred for revenge.Struggling to her feet, she barely managed to rise.Watching her, Maya's forehead beaded with cold sweat.Controlling a thousand blades simultaneously was no easy feat.It required immense mental strength to calculate their trajectories and forces.She was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.The Avatar also recognized her condition.You're not in top condition either.Crawling towards her, the Avatar lunged.With a thud, the marble floor shattered.She smiled with satisfaction as she rose to her feet.Surely, she must have been crushed.Yet she felt another blow to the back of her head.As she stood up, she saw Maya still sweating profusely.She had been deceived again.Ahh! You!Maya was equally surprised.Her fake illusion had lured the Avatar into the wrong place.Who created this illusion?As her magic depleted, the invisibility wore off.As her body threatened to collapse, someone grabbed her shoulder.She looked up to see the person supporting her.It was the person she respected most.Her mentor.Director...?Good work, Maya. Leave the rest to us from now on.Us?Miss Clara.A girl with blue hair was crouched behind the decoration.She seemed perfectly fine, unlike the others.Sir... No, Director...I glanced at the object in her hand.A blood-stained dagger lay there.And there was a fresh wound on her neck, as if she had just been stabbed.What were you trying to do?I realized the situation.Cinepecus's power.It stimulated the trauma of the target.Clara, who until recently had been contemplating suicide, had undoubtedly just attempted to kill herself.I thought there was no other way.I understood what had touched her heart, though I didn't know what it was.She had definitely tried to die just now.That's the only method I could think of.I let out a small sigh at her words.I could tell that her decision wasn't impulsive.What reason could there be to bring a knife to the party in the first place?Perhaps she always carried it with her.She was still contemplating suicide.I told you. Don't take your life lightly.She didn't respond to my words, avoiding eye contact.What pain was lurking in her heart that made her consider suicide as the only option here?It seemed like there was more to her than just the rumors floating around.Aren't you upset? Letting your life be decided by chance.At my words, she suddenly looked up.She bit her lip and muttered as she lowered her head.But... I can't help it. I was born like this.It was a serious self-loathing.I had nothing more to say.To her, it might seem like unnecessary meddling from someone who didn't matter.Instead, I decided to do what I could.I now laid Karen, whose treatment was finished, on the ground and approached Clara.Come here. I may not know much, but I can take care of your body.At my words, she widened her eyes.Really?Of course.She was surprised but didn't doubt me.It was natural, considering she had witnessed me treating Karen firsthand.And the moment I touched her neck, I understood everything.The Evolution Research Institute had informed me that her body was collapsing.She would die within a week if left untreated.She was on borrowed time.Now, I finally understood her despair.Can you really... heal my body... with your power...?As the debulroots faded away, the wound on her neck healed.Clear liquid welled up in her eyes.She looked at me with eyes filled with tear stains.The Evolution Research Institute had informed her that to prevent the collapse of her body, she needed periodic injections of debulroots.The cost was not insignificant.If I were to think only about completing the game objectives normally, I would have denied her request.But I couldn't abandon a friend who was contemplating suicide because of her desperate body.It felt like I was looking at my old self.Yes. Of course.***Leaving Clara, who was staring at me with vacant eyes, I stood up from my seat.The fight between Byeonsa and the Avatar was intense.Neither could land a blow on the other.The Avatar repeatedly struck at the illusions Byeonsa created, while Byeonsa couldn't land a blow on the Avatar, who had a sturdy exoskeleton. She was an excellent illusionist, but lacked the skills of a fighter.Let's finish this and talk.I took out a small vial from my pocket and drank its contents.I always carried it with me just in case.Emptying the vial, I walked towards the Avatar.Support TranslatorWrite ReviewJoin DiscordChapter 193: Demon in the Bottle 32 Chapter 195: Demon in the Bottle 34
