Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel

34 – Chapter 34

At the sound of something breaking, I looked there, suspecting that the mechanism might be broken.

But what I saw was the eyes of the evil spirit.

At the same time, the surroundings change.

Looking at them changing like a mirage, it is an illusion.

“…I had no knowledge that demons use illusions.”

I’m saying that, but I’m not worried.

Because the way to wake up is the same as any fantasy.

Either die, or witness the illusion to the end.

It is a truth that will never change even if it is the power of God.

Thinking of that, the moment I took out a screwdriver from my waist and tried to put it on my neck, the surroundings became completely clear and revealed itself.

The huts are embarrassing to even call them houses.

The dirt floor is embarrassing to even call it a road.

And me too stupid to be called me.

I tried to stick a screwdriver through my neck before realizing where I was, but my clever head got in the way.

And as soon as I realized it, I couldn’t put a screwdriver in my neck.

[You can leave if you die. Don’t you know?]

And as if making fun of it, the voice of the evil god digs into the brain.

Unfortunately, however, I cannot rely on my knowledge the moment the lock on this memory is opened.

‘Is this really a fantasy? Can you really leave when you die? If I die, won’t I really die?’

My head is filled with doubts about knowledge and the world.

All the knowledge that has been tested and proven several times is lost in doubt.

And now that I can’t die, I have no choice but to watch.

The illusions in front of my eyes began to move.

“Look at this!”

“Oh, Phryxia. What did you make again this time?”

“It is an automatic cleaning machine. How is it?”

“That’s great. No matter how much book knowledge you have, it won’t be easy to use it.”

“hehehe, no big deal.”

“…Please stop”

Seeing the illusion, I know what will happen next.

“I remembered. I see what you’re trying to say. So please stop.”

But there was no answer.

As if instead, the illusions continued to move.

“I made medicine with herbs this time!”

“Thank you. I’ve been having back pain lately. Come later I’ll bring you something delicious.”

“Oh, Phryxia. I’m trying to build a cabin, can you tell me something?”

“Oh, wait…. So… Here it is! Now, before setting up the pillars…”

“Sleep, hold on! You shouldn’t eat that part!”

“Oh, so? Thank you.”

A village where only good people gather.

I watched my childhood go by in that strangely peaceful town.

My childhood days when I improved the village one by one with my abilities that I had since childhood.

There must be an indescribable shadow cast on my face watching that peaceful and comfortable daily life.

“Fu, Phryxia!”

…Yes, it was around this time.

I came to believe in knowledge and type.

A large epidemic has begun to circulate in the village.

Of course, people who had no way to cure it came to me.

“Sleep, hold on! I’ll look for it!”

While saying that, I found a way while flipping through the pages in my head.

“I found it!”

“Oh, oh oh!”

“So… Uh…?”

“Why, why? Is there any cure?”

“Oh, no… I have…”

“They say you have to eat poisonous mushrooms…”

“…What?”

It was a method of treatment that made no sense in common sense.

Me and the villagers were reluctant to do it at first.

But if left alone, everyone would die of an infectious disease.

“Yes. Let’s do it.”

“Ha, but…”

“It’s the same whether you die this way or that way. Better to try.”

And,

“Oh, oh oh! The fever is going down!”

“s*x, is it success?”

“Yes!”

Success.

“…Can you please stop? I won’t ask your saintess any more questions.”

But just as I ignored the words of the evil spirit, this time the evil spirit ignored my words.

In the meantime, the fantasy continued.

“Fu, Phryxia! Arms!”

“Uh, uh uh?”

“Aagh!”

A man was brought in with a severed arm.

I searched through the books, but there was no technology that could be used in such a poor situation.

At that time, a page opened in my head.

[Healing Magic]

But the warning at the end caught me off guard.

[Because the risk is high, be sure to practice with other healing magic users. It can get caught up in the surroundings.]

“…I’ll try! Everyone, please leave!”

But I couldn’t leave a person who was about to die if I left alone,

“Huuuchi, the wind of healing.”

“Ahhhhh”

“All right, all right!”

Fortunately, I, who had a talent for magic, succeeded at once.

…No, maybe this was the beginning of the misfortune.

Once I took a little risk, my attitude changed.

“Hmm… Possible Explosion? …What, is there anything special?”

“Crazy.”

“Wow! It’s warm!”

“Ummm… Is this really going to happen? But, well… I’ve never been wrong.”

“The Gate.”

“Wow… is it real?”

“Please, please stop. Please… ….”

I half-cry and plead in the air, but this time again I can’t hear an answer.

And the fantasy continued regardless of me.

The more dangerous they went, the more unbelievable knowledge they tested.

Things that I thought were nonsensical when I saw them in print actually came true.

I was lucky.

Fortunately, only real knowledge was accepted.

No matter how dangerous the risk, I have never experienced that risk.

I was lucky. It was a fluke.

Fortunately, these were the fields in which I was talented.

And finally, the illusion has reached its finale.

You can see and hear even if you cover your ears and cover your eyes.

Information directly hits the brain.

“Oh, no… Please… I was wrong… Stop, stop!”

“Frixia! Lie go! Riega!”

My best friend, Rie.

She was led by her mother’s hand to Rie, who suddenly came upon her. There was Rie, who was cold with her neck bent at a bizarre angle.

She climbed onto the roof and her foot slipped.

“Oops… Ugh…”

“Fu, Phryxia. In our li, how can we not live in our li?”

“Ugh… Sleep, wait a minute…”

While gagging, she frantically flipped the pages in her head with the single thought of saving Rie.

5 Minutes, 10 minutes, 1 hour, 3 hours.

As a result of standing still for five hours and flipping through the pages in her head, she managed to figure out a way to save her Rie.

“Find, found!”

“What, what is it? What should I do?”

“If you put 66 corpses together with a corpse that has been dead for 6 hours and go through a ritual, everyone can come back to life!”

“…What, what?”

“It says that in this way, you can collect 66 souls bit by bit to rebuild her Rie soul.”

This is a really ridiculous solution.

There is no way that the soul of 66 souls gathered bit by bit could be Rie’s soul.

There is no way that the 66 people who lost her soul bit by bit could be alive and moving normally.

But I didn’t have time to consider them.

…No, it’s an excuse.

I just approached her, guided by the light of hope in front of her eyes.

I couldn’t even tell if it was the sunlight illuminating the ground or a bonfire.

I just had no idea.

Awareness and attention were lacking.

That was stupid.

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But it was the same for the villagers.

“Yes, yes. Let’s do it right now I don’t have much time.”

“You’re going to survive anyway, right? Well, I don’t think losing a little soul will cause problems. I have to do it to save Rie.”

My knowledge was never wrong, so they trusted me.

I used the typeface, and they believed in me.

The flow created by people who have been anesthetized with such knowledge.

However, there were some who were not swept away by the current.

“Oh, no. If that fails, we die, right?”

“Yes! Calm down everyone! 66 People can’t die for one person!”

“What? 66 People will survive anyway!”

“You guys, don’t you want to save Rie?”

“It’s not like that!”

And I said I put a stake in that disturbing atmosphere.

“You have to catch it! If the uncles run away, there will be less than 66 people!”

“Let’s kill things first!”

“Mi, crazy. Everyone! That, stop… Uhm…”

Including them, exactly 67 people.

Of course, the one who survived was me, who was conscious.

“Please take good care of me, Phryxia. Ugh…”

“Uh… The taste of alcohol today must be weird… Kuck…”

The corpses who had skewered into their hearts, throwing them word by word, gathered in the pit.

The 66 corpses gathered like that and one corpse of Rie.

Then the ceremony began.

“I will gather the dead and bring my dead soul. Distort the principles of the world according to my command.”

With the words uttered, the ceremony seemed to have succeeded.

Clumps of white smoke escaped from the corpse, breaking apart little by little to form a single mass of smoke.

“s*x, success!”

But right after that, something happened to keep that mouth shut.

“Uh.”

The masses of white mist that were supposed to return to the corpses were scattered as they were.

Amidst the chilly air, Rie’s corpse began to move.

No, the corpse of what used to be Rie.

“Queuuu…”

“Lee, Lee?”

The corpse, which had the appearance of a girl with silver hair, slowly began to stand up, shaking her limp neck.

“Lee, Lee. Oh, answer me Lee?”

“Greuk…Karreuk…”

A movement too bizarre to be called a beast.

Rie, standing up so fully, looked at me with her eyes on her broken neck.

“Lee, Lie…”

There was no answer.

Rie jumped at me instead.

“Poem, Shield!”

“Kreuk! Kyaaagh!”

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“Come to your senses, Rie!”

How many times have you been sitting on the ground like that with a shield in between?

It took me a long time to keep the book flapping in my head.

“My, what have I done…”

It was only then that I realized what I had done.

The author of the book I read. [Crycium Liu]

I was able to read information about him in the records of a certain lord.

“Studying black magic, he was devoured and banished…”

He, Chrysium Liu, was a madman.

I didn’t even know that the researcher and the test subject had changed before I knew it.

“Ah, ah…”

“Kreukreuk…”

As a result of trusting one page of a madman, the result was to blaspheme the dead Rie and kill 66 living people.

“Stop… Stop… Uhh… Stop…”

Even if you cry and scream, the fantasy cannot be stopped or covered.

“Mi, I’m sorry. Lee. Sorry. Sorry…”

“…Impact.”

With that word, Rie’s body shattered into pieces.

“Uhhhhh”

“hahahaha… hahahaha… Black…”

What in the world is the sound the fantasy hears and what the hell is the sound I make.

Does it matter?

There is not a single difference between me then and now.

From then until now, I’ve always been a fool.