Only I Am the Magic Tower Chapter 159
Angola, South Africa.
‘Ai’ was born as the seventh child in an ordinary working-class family.
The couple did not lose their smile even though they were raising many children in less than affluent circumstances.
Although the days continued to be hungry, the brothers followed the example of the couple and smiled without a single complaint. The child also lived happily under the care of the couple and her siblings.
Then one day, the village next door was caught up in a civil war.
The villagers were afraid and hesitated to leave their home.
However, this couple had an extraordinary ability to act. Soon the child was ordered to pack his bags.
That night. They were escaping from their hometown, where bullets were raining down, screams were pouring in, and flames were rising.
If we had been even a little late in leaving, we would have been in big trouble. Cradled in her mother’s arms, the child watched endlessly as her hometown burned.
They became wanderers and moved from village to village. However, in this harsh world, it was unlikely that the villagers would look kindly on the new refugee who showed up with seven children.
They built a shack a little far from the village, and while the couple went to beg for food for a while, villagers came and destroyed the house.
In the end, they wandered around looking for another village.
They visited six villages. Like the last village, people showed hostility, and monsters attacked the village and ran away.
The eldest, who was walking silently in the scorching sun, collapsed and died.
The parents cried bitterly, dug into the ground, and buried their first child with their own hands. The child thought it was his first time seeing his parents cry.
The second child fell ill and died.
Strange red spots appeared all over his body, and he whined all night until he eventually stopped moving. Her parents buried their second child in the front yard where she was sleeping.
crossed the border There were many soldiers.
The child heard the sound of being a refugee until his ears started to tingle.
Soldiers with guns persecuted them. The couple had to lie down on the floor in front of their children and undergo a humiliating physical examination.
The third child starved to death. The couple no longer shed tears.
A monster called Lizardman attacked. The father threw the dying fourth. While the Lizardman was devouring the fourth child, the remaining family members ran away.
Arrived in a big city.
Men in turbans approached and put chains on the fifth’s arms. In return, the couple received several bills and pieces of bread. I haven’t seen the fifth since.
At this time, the couple pointed at the child and bargained for something, but the people wearing turbans looked at the small body of the child and shook their heads.
The sixth child and the child took on the responsibility of sleeping on the streets. She had to lie down on the floor and beg for a coin all day long.
Then a strange homeless man approached me.
The sixth child and the homeless man started fighting, and eventually the sixth child was stabbed.
The homeless man stuffed the money in the basket into his pocket and left. The child built a grave for his last brother.
There was a big fire in the city. They said it was an attack by rebels. Tanks rushed in and soldiers with guns shot and killed people.
My mother told me to walk until I reached a safe village. The last thing the child saw as he ran out of the house was the couple coughing up blood and collapsing.
The child went out into the city and walked. Now he was alone.
I walked and walked endlessly.
I walked until I reached a safe village.
But there is no safe place in this world. The child knew that.
I was hungry. It felt like the skin of my stomach was sticking to my back.
Her cheeks were sunken and her ribs were sticking out.
On the way, I met merchants riding camels.
When the merchants saw the starving child, they pulled out the mushrooms stuck under the tree and washed them in water. The child ate it and the merchants giggled.
My body started to swell. Something that looked like inflammation was bulging. The child no longer thought of himself as a person but as a frog egg.
I had to go to a safe village. I was hungry too. I was so hungry that I died.
I wanted to eat meat.
Meat.
The child eventually collapsed due to the beating sun. I had no strength in my body.
The eyelids slowly close.
[Are you hungry?]
I heard a voice. The child raised his head. The sun disappeared and pitch darkness came. Howling evil spirits were flying in the sky.
[Aren’t you resentful?]
said the voice.
[If you want to eat meat, eat it. If you need a safe shelter, get it.]
In my hallucination, I saw something reaching out its hand.
[Now, hold my hand.]
* * *
I opened my eyes, feeling memories rushing into my head like a stream.
It was a pure white space with nothing in it.
The concept of the floor is whether you can step on it or not.
‘What about that memory…? … ‘
I shook my head and shook off my headache.
In addition to the memories, the child’s emotions were conveyed without filtering.
My psychological state right now is extremely complicated and painful.
I controlled my emotions and kept my cool.
First of all, I had to know where this place was.
I took a step forward.
Clap.
‘… ‘Crash?’
It was a pure white space, but blood was splattered red on my shoes.
And the moment I recognize ‘it’ on my feet, the background changes.
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“Ugh!”
I feel nauseous. The surrounding area turns bright red, like muscles. All around are ‘children’s faces’.
A child with closed eyes, a child with a torn mouth, a child with a melted face, a child with oversized ears.
These countless children’s faces are clinging to the wall made of muscle.
‘Ah! Are you watching? This… … ‘
-This is a dungeon that has not been registered in the Magic Tower’s data. There are no similar cases at all. in other words.
‘Earth’s unique dungeon.’
This space is a dungeon created by Earth’s misfortune, regardless of the overlay phenomenon. At that time, the faces around me opened their eyes.
[meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat.]
Voices that desperately yearn for something. A deep, unfathomable thirst is conveyed through the voice.
It looked like it was going to attack at any moment, but strangely, there was no attack.
“You called me.”
okay. I did not break into this dungeon.
This kid invited me. Even willingly showing his memories.
I looked at the child.
A huge disaster caused by famine in Africa. A living hell created when disaster strikes a child who was starving to death.
‘… … ‘I understand now.’
This child who became a disaster created a monster. Legion commanders, commanders, centurions, and even small monsters.
The child is connected to monsters.
Monsters also feel extreme hunger and crave flesh.
They attack humans and eat their flesh, then pour it out along with mucus before they can fill their stomachs, creating a living field. And then I feel infinite hunger again and repeat the desire for flesh.
The ‘appetite’ produced by monsters was the child’s tendency itself.
‘Living field’ also refers to the element that the child was obsessed with during his lifetime, that is, ‘safe shelter’. Monsters cannot leave their territory. It wasn’t the law of the controlled area monsters, it was just this child’s habit.
When the child left his hometown, all his misfortunes began. Monsters were also instinctively afraid to leave their territory.
Yes. This is the identity of Tabes, who has driven Africa into the current quagmire.
“Whoa.”
I took a long sigh and looked straight at the child.
[meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat.]
The faces were crying from hunger. He sheds bloody tears and clenches his mouth. It is a scene so horrendous that it is difficult to look straight at it.
The child feels the same hunger as tens of millions of animals in Africa. Its very existence is such a huge source of sadness.
What on earth? By what right have they created this horrible living hell in our world?
“…….”
At that time, the blood and flesh I had stepped on began to dry quickly. When I lifted my leg and stepped on a flat surface, the face I had touched when I first stepped on it was restored with super regeneration.
Among all the big, huge, horrible faces, this one looked particularly small and ungainly. Among all the faces shouting for meat, only that face was different.
[Zni Na (I’m hungry).]
A word that Selegma left just before he died. And the words I said when I entered the dungeon.
This is the language I saw in the labyrinth dungeon. I know what sounds come out through phonetic symbols.
[GuozI Nail(Kill me).]
My eyes turned red.
I can’t stand it anymore.
‘Here we go, ea.’
-Yes, top owner.
Place a magic circle in the center of the dungeon, take out four sub magic circles, and process the formula.
The processing formula proceeds steadily. I can concentrate very well.
The first 5-step magic I learned.
Magic appears, and a rose as red as blood rises from the center of the hideous flesh. It is a rose that grows by directly absorbing biological energy.
As soon as the rose appeared, it enlarged at an incredible rate. At the same time, the voices of children who were crying and shouting for meat gradually decrease.
The rose gets bigger and bigger. As if one rose was not enough, the magic circle expands on its own and a rose field spreads out in all directions.
One by one, the children’s faces close their eyes.
The red rose grows by absorbing indescribable sadness and screams.
Bright red roses cover this hideous and ugly dungeon.
How much life energy is in this dungeon?
The roses, which have grown to the point of enlargement, are unable to control their overflowing power and burst out their petals in all directions.
‘and.’
It’s just a sight that can’t help but make you shudder.
Red rose leaves explode like firecrackers and flutter in the air. The world is covered with red waves. I can hardly take my eyes off the blooming appearance of the rose that has absorbed the nutrients of that terrible disaster.
I couldn’t hear the sound of meat anymore. All the faces closed their eyes and disappeared without form.
And all that remained was the last, small, ungainly face below me.
[Joail La (thank you).]
The face was smiling.
[Disaster has been cleared.]
[Analysis characteristics have reached Lv.7.]
[Magic power has increased by 10.]
[Intelligence has increased by 10.]
[Concentration has increased by 5.]
… … .
Player messages came to mind one after another, but I barely noticed them today.
The child’s smiling face kept lingering in my mind.
– Top owner. Are you okay?
‘huh.’
All disasters have disappeared. Flesh and faces.
What is left is this space.
The core of the dungeon.
I have already been to a similar place once.
The labyrinth dungeon. There, I took over the dungeon and ruled out Mine, who became the boss monster.
‘good. Now it’s all over.’
fantasy,
