Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

He couldn't figure out why such a girl would have that kind of "aptitude"...

"Ask you again."

Kesma's pupils shrank, and the soul's eye peeped directly into the girl's heart to prevent her from lying.

"At that time, when I killed those gangsters, you did see me with your eyes. At that time, there was nothing in your heart other than fear?" he said.

"For example, you suddenly want to kill someone, or your head hurts, your thoughts are messed up, etc."

"No, no."

Sena Artem said tremblingly, she was still a little confused after she just woke up from a coma, but she still answered Kesma's question obediently.

"Mr. Monster... I swear, I was almost stunned, and there was nothing else... When can I go home? I won't say a word about today's events. …”

"Look at my mood."

Not lying.

Kesma's pupils returned to normal, and he threw the information in his hand aside.

Things got pretty interesting.

The reason why the myth of Cthulhu ranks among the top of the major mysterious power systems is that it relies on the incomparably tyrannical spiritual and soul secret techniques, but this well-known system is rarely practiced by humans.

It's not that you can't, it's that you dare not.

Because unlike other magic, Cthulhu's secret technique is a mystery that requires the caster to sacrifice reason in exchange for it. In a sense, it is not much different from the magic in the DND worldview, and it cannot be performed without the evil god.Moreover, when the rationality is completely sacrificed, the caster may become a resident of a lunatic asylum, and may become an indescribable family member who is "lucky" by a certain evil god.

In such a situation, for spellcasters who need calm judgment, they are absolutely reluctant to try.

Even when Rope first obtained the text of Lalaye, it was thanks to the boss of Cthulhu that he could avoid the negative effects of the secret technique. Now an ordinary human girl has this "aptitude"...

Every ordinary has his most special side... huh?

Kesma was silent for a moment and made a decision.

He stood up and walked in front of the girl, bent down, stared straight at Sena Artem with lifeless eyes, and said slowly.

"Miss Artem."

"Yes!!" Senna was stared horribly by him, and when she heard Kesma calling her name, she immediately responded loudly, like a bird frightened, and even her breathing became a little heavier.

She hadn't forgotten the scene where the monster pierced her stomach.

"Obviously today is your unfortunate day, first being kidnapped by gangsters, and then seeing surreal horrors... But God will not stop merciful eyes on lowly human beings, only monsters can notice you - also It's me. So, you now have two options."

Kesma said.

"The first is to die, painless, plain, accidental, death. Your family will get a huge sum of money in compensation, enough for your parents to get rid of hard work and live a rich life. A life to enjoy. Your brother will jump into high society as well."

When Sena heard this, she hurriedly shook her head like a rattle.

The conditions are very tempting, but she is only seventeen years old, and she is just the age of flourishing.

Survival is an instinct, not everyone lives for others.

"Second, be my kind."

"What... what?" Sena couldn't understand Kesma's words.

"As you can see." Kesma raised her left hand, and that arm split apart instantly, turning into tentacles full of sharp teeth, which made Sena shrink back again in fright.

"I'm a monster, alien, indescribable. It's your luck and your misfortune that I didn't go crazy. Explanation... Well, it's too much trouble, you don't have Lovecraft here, say You don't understand either. Of course, none of this matters. But I'm another identity, you may be able to find some scrutiny from your childhood memories."

"I'm a magician." Kesma introduced himself. "It's okay to call me a sorcerer."

magician?Mystic?

"...Harry Potter?"

"Do you want to try my black magic?" The tentacle gently rested on the girl's neck.

"Um...sorry..."

Feeling that bad touch, Sena's tears were about to come out, she bit her lip and listened with aggrieved expression.

After scaring the little girl, Kesma continued.

"Because of your qualifications, I decided to accept you as a disciple, but you have no choice, otherwise you will have to lie down in the funeral home tomorrow. I guess your mother must not want to see one Mummy daughter, right?"

"..."

Sena opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare.

Come to think of it, what could be more unreliable than learning magic from a man-eating monster?Maybe after its novelty wears off, it might be a treat for dessert on a leisurely afternoon.

Rejection is death, not rejection is death.That's the difference between dying early and dying late.

"Have you made a choice? I don't have time to entangle with you here." Kesma ignored Sena's expression and touched her little hand directly.

"Say it with your vocal cords, hurry up."

"I agree."

Saying it reluctantly, Sena felt that while saying these words, a certain part of her body floated out and flowed into the body of the boy in front of her.