The Endless Shuttle

"……Yes, it is."

In the hotel in Sweden, an interrogation is unfolding in Xema's room.

The subject is the brown-haired girl who happened on the street and was involved in the "sacrifice" incident.

She sat right in the center of the luxurious room, her expression terrified. The area where the abdomen was injured was wrapped in a white bandage, and I wanted to come to Xema to prevent her from violently dying by magic. Although it will consume a little girl's life, it is a hundred times stronger than immediate death.

Of course, this is not a kindness attack by Xima. As a cold-blooded and cruel combination, he actually doesn't have that **** thing at all.

The only thing that can allow him to act abnormally is probably the only idea left to be "profitable."

Sitting on the sofa, Xema sighed, flipping through Sena's information at will. There is no special place at all.

Liliana got it, and after quickly incorporating a part of the magic association, she can now use the local forces and intelligence networks.

Born from a third-rate hospital, his father was a car mechanic, his mother worked in a factory, and an older brother had been married and had children a year ago. The place to live is not very good, but it is barely within the range of normal citizens...

In addition to the appearance of a little advantage, the rest is mediocre except mediocrity.

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

"Just ask you again."

Xema's pupils shrank, and the eyes of the soul peeped directly into the girl's heart to prevent her from lying.

"At that time, when I killed those gangsters, you really saw me. At that time, there was nothing else in your heart except fear?" he said.

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

"No, no."

Sena Atem said tremblingly, she was still a bit confused after waking up from a coma, but she still answered the question of Xma very well.

"Mr. Monster... I swear, I was almost fainted at the time, and there was nothing else... When can I go home? I won't say a word about the matter today. ..."

"It depends on my mood."

Did not lie.

Xima's pupils returned to normal, and the information in his hand was thrown aside.

Things became quite interesting.

The reason why the myth of Cthulhu ranks among the top of the major mystical side power systems is that it relies on the extremely powerful spirit and soul secrets, but this well-known system is rarely practiced by humans.

It's not that I can't, but I dare not.

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

Such a situation is absolutely unwilling to try for a spellcaster who requires calm judgment.

Even when Rope first got the Laleille text, he was blessed by the boss of Cthulhu to avoid the negative effects of the secret technique. Now an ordinary human girl has this "qualification"...

Every ordinary has his most special aspect... Does it.

Xma was silent for a moment and made a decision.

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

"Miss Atem."

"Yes!!" Sena was stared at him terribly. Hearing Xma calling her name, she immediately responded loudly, like a frightened bird, even her breathing became a little heavier.

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

"Obviously today is your unfortunate day. First you were kidnapped by the gangsters, and then you saw the surreal horror... But God won't stay a pitying sight on humble humans. Only monsters can notice you. It’s me. So you have two choices now."

Xema said.

"The first one is to die. There is no pain, ordinary, accidental, death. Your family will receive a valuable compensation, enough for your parents to get rid of the hard work and live the rich. Enjoy the life. Your brother will also become a member of the upper class."

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

The condition is very tempting, but she is only seventeen years old, she is at the age of grace, so she should not die in the hands of monsters like this.

Survival is an instinct, not everyone lives for others.

"The second one, become my kind."

"What...?" Sena couldn't understand what Xema said.

"As you can see." Cosma raised his left hand, and that arm split instantly, turning into a tentacle with sharp teeth, and Senna shrank back again in fright.

"I am a monster, an alien, an indescribable thing. It seems that I have not gone mad. It is your luck and your misfortune. Explain specifically... Well, it's too much trouble. You don't have Lovecraft here. You don’t understand either. Of course, none of these are important. But my other identity, you may be able to find out some details from childhood memories."

"I am a magician." Xema introduced herself like this. "It's okay to call me an occultist."

Magician? Occultist?

"... Harry Potter?"

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

"Um... I'm sorry..."

Feeling the terrible touch, Senna's tears were about to come out, and she bit her lip and listened aggrievedly.

After frightening the little girl, Xema continued.

"Because of your certain qualifications, I decided to accept you as a disciple. Other than that, you have no choice, otherwise you will have to lie down in the funeral home tomorrow. I guess your mother definitely doesn't want to see one. Damn daughter, right?"

"..."

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

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

Just imagine, what could be more unreliable than learning magic with a cannibal monster? Perhaps after its novelty wears off, it might be a leisurely afternoon to treat itself as a dessert after dinner.

To refuse is to die, and not to refuse is to die. The difference between dying early and dying late is just that.

"Have you made your choice? I don't have time to pester you here." Xema ignored Sena's expression and directly touched her little hand.

"Speak out in your vocal cords, hurry up."

"I agree."

Senna said it reluctantly, and Sena felt that when she said this, a certain part of her body floated out and flowed into the body of the boy in front of her.