128 Lesson 36: Death

My spiritual strength alone kept me standing. I feel like I can move at any time, but I'm not at all sure I can really move when I have to.

The man in front of you is a monster of truth. It's not like I know what kind of bills you're hiding.

The ruins of the ancient castle have been further lit by the moonlight. I can only hear the wind.

I would have definitely escaped by myself. We have fought death many times before, but the monster in front of us is not like them.

A true monster who has survived many years. The terms were overwhelmingly in my favour. So I was set in a trap.

The opposite is true of the usual. This guy's not supposed to be more mutated than me, but he's stronger than me. If there had been a difference in button hanging, I would have lost.

I desperately calm my spirit. Keep calm.

And - the sword I was holding in my right hand broke away and pierced the ground.

A column of blood that was skewering the jet from all directions loses control and spreads mist.

But the jet fell to the ground without moving any further when he regained his freedom.

Apparently, The Blood Curse (Brad Payne) from Sable also has its disadvantages.

You lose too much blood, you lose your head, and this power isn't complete in the first place.

Perhaps I could only absorb the force halfway through because I took it away from the body out of my heart.

It is a miracle that we were able to activate such a half-power in that extreme state and inflict fatal injuries on the jet.

But still, winning was winning.

Jett had already lost his power. There is no sign of regeneration of the scar worn there.

Initially, mutations consume enormous power. How much power is consumed by reincarnation?

Vampires cannot regenerate without the power of blood. Even I, who became undead with my memory intact, would have died in that forest without Cenri.

Fallen shadow king on his back. Red eyes, like that blood, were not me, but watched the moon floating in the sky.

Its poorly colored lips slowly unleash words.

"Oh, dry... this is, dry, this is, pain, this is, hunger, this is - fear"

The voice had no regrets whatsoever about what was surprising. Not so long ago, was the flesh before rebirth, the flesh of immortality, an abomination to him?

When I was resurrected as a dead meat man, I had no desire whatsoever. Still, I had a human spirit. [M]

But I don't know what would have happened if I had lived that long.

External stimuli must be essential for people to live as people.

That eye moves from the moon to me looking down.

"No way, my, to the same dead, is the day to defeat -"

The trend was determined by the presence or absence of companions.

If Cenri and the others fought first, I'm sure my power would not have reached this king.

The end of Avicord I was feeling from under the rubble. If I had left that man, the end of this king would not have been like this.

"Who is the King - Lonely"

Says the Phantom King in a plundered voice.

"Lonely...... only friends, enemies only. Young king... the dead leave nothing behind. But - I'll take it, but good."

It was a thought that was too isolated from creatures. Its fingertips tremble, indicating a sword piercing beside it.

Someone with life expectancy leaves something for the child to think of a death that will definitely come soon. But there is no one who can remain in the King of the Dead with no fate.

So surely the only one left behind by the king of the dead is the one who sent himself down.

There was no resentment in that voice. If I were in the same position, I would throw up one of the curses, which is probably proof of the late life of the king in front of me.

Dawn is near. If left alone, the Phantom King would be exposed to the sun and ashes.

There is no way to keep the jet alive. This man is too dangerous.

Lift the jet lying like a real dead man. I have eyes for eyes, but Jet's eyes are not looking at me anymore.

"I 'm-- I'm going first."

"The grief... was fulfilled, was fulfilled. Oh, this joy... you too, sooner or later, the day will come to know"

At that moment, I did forget the fear of death that I had felt all my life.

Stick your fangs at your neck without hesitation. The King of Tai Ancient. The power of my parents' kings, who lived longer than their parents lived, pours in.

There was little blood left in the flesh of the dying jet.

But I feel the power engraved in his soul, the curse, engraved in this body anew.

And the Phantom King, Jet Numite Braklion, did not utter a single grudge until the end, and completely disappeared from the world.

My heart pulses loose. Pain runs all over my body as I just remembered. My body fluttered, but I stomped firmly on the ground and endured.

I'm losing consciousness. I felt a strong fever, hunger and dryness.

Jet was out of power. But he wasn't the only one whose powers were exhausted.

Mutations consume enormous power. There is no more blood left from the centipede. I used my powers. If we ran out, I was the one who lost. Really, it was too much.

Blood... blood, I want to suck. Right now, but there's fresh blood.

Watch the rufflers fall down. The Luffreys were worn out. The power of blessing seems to be exhausted and unconscious.

The worst part was - centimeters. Quickly kneel near Cenri.

It's worse than I expected. My heart is moving, but I can see my life is about to disappear. Life force is depleting.

We need treatment as soon as possible. But you can't use healing magic on me, the undead.

To the people - [Descend]... we have to carry them. If you leave it here, you'll definitely die.

Blood. Blood - not enough. I felt a smoking flame in the back of my mind about to swallow me.

That's probably instinct. The instinct of a demon of blood that once multiplied the desire I felt when I was first traveling through the woods with Cenri.

My intense instincts as a vampire of truth must have been intolerable without previous experience.

No more Lord's voice. Reaching out, Ruffrey rolling beside his foot opened his eyes.

Those eyes were out of focus. My consciousness is blurred.

Not nearly as centimeter, but the damage of the Luffreys is not such that it can be healed in a short time.

Blessed shields are also out. If you want to kill me, you can always kill me.

Luffrey speaks up.

"Cenri's... Blood, Suck, Are You Gonna... Monster"

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Just say what you want to say, and Luffrey's consciousness drops. I lost my sight. [M]

Thoughts. All you have to do is think. I can't afford to devote my consciousness to something as futile as I once was.

The fever was burning the back of his brain. The body moves, but the power of vampires is already unusable.

You can't breathe Cenri's blood. Blood suction is the absorption of power. If you breathe blood from a dying centipede, you will definitely kill it.

I can't even leave it alone. Cenri dies.

But - the dawn is near. My senses showed that my natural enemies were imminent right in front of me.

I can't stand the light of the sunrise that I once endured.

Desperately spinning his hazy head.

There is a distance to [Descend]. Besides, the surroundings are plains. Even if we manage to get there before dawn, there is no place to hide ourselves.

Besides, that city has full vampire control. Just because you've brought the wounded, you can't help me or anything.

The moment felt like a long time.

I don't have long lost time.

No - I'm not lost. But I needed to be ready.

The Lonely King entrusted me with everything and laid me to eternal sleep.

But assuming there's a post-mortem world, what would that king think if I came to the same place soon, when I was supposed to defeat myself?

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Reminds me of the old days. Back then I lay on the hospital bed and couldn't move a single finger because of the pain.

My body was heavy. The centipede body you carried - the centipede body that should normally be held up with one hand feels like a heavy stone.

From the puffiness and my flesh, little blood wets the ground.

Vampire power is due to the power of death. According to a book I once read, the power of death, unlike blessings, should not diminish, but what does this weight mean?

I just moved my body forward, thinking such nonsense.

The sensation of fingertips, the sensation of moving hands and feet, disappears little by little. I don't feel the muck on my back or the bloodsucking urge anymore. I can't afford to feel it.

And of course, the fear of death, no more.

Live. Help Cenri. The paranoia that was once geared toward his own survival had already changed direction.

There must be demons on the plains, but fortunately they never came close.

Wildlife instinctively avoids undead. I'm really glad I'm a monster.

The dawn was steadily approaching even as we did this. I don't think about going back or hiding anymore.

If I fall, I may not get up. Take each step firmly and move forward.

I felt like it had been a long time since I was resurrected as an immortal. At least not the ratio of what I experienced in my lifetime for the concentration of experience.

I saw different things. Through several fierce battles. Sometimes it was hard.

But the sight of passing through the back of your brain like a running lantern is just a memory with Cenri.

It was a good memory. It was the best time. Because I have a centipede, I don't have to be the enemy of mankind.

Bones, meat, crunch. The sun is not out yet, but the air is already in the morning. My body is about to become ash.

"!? Duh, what's up!? Are you all right!?

- And I managed to get to [Descend].

A city that abhors vampires, surrounded by deep moats, flowing water. The guards with silver on them, sorry to say, find us and rush over.

Good. Now Cenri helps. Cenri's life has not yet disappeared. She must not die yet.

Supports the body, centers away from the back. Until the end Cenri did not regain consciousness.

Darkness imparts to the sight. The vampire's eyes are supposed to see every darkness, but I can't see anything.

For some reason, I felt profound familiarity, not fear, in the darkness.

"Oh, hey!? What happened!?

My body is even shaken. But it's already too late.

The sensation of the flesh disappears. He'll be deaf soon, too. There is no pain.

Maybe this was the last thing Jett was feeling?

I couldn't move. I forced myself to move my throat.

"Oh, and, two, do it -"

If we are to say that this is the real end, if we are to say that it is disappearance, it would not be bad to say that it is immortal. Is it a relief from being helped by Cenri that you don't feel lonely?

Sunlight comes. The body disappears. Ashes.

But my loved ones were helped.

Before I was completely unconscious, I moved my facial muscles and smiled.