Worn And Torn Newbie

Worn And Torn Newbie chapter 771
7 Vaporization Color Concentrate (4)

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The sound of something crawling on the floor was leaking through the gap in the black door.

When I put the key in the lock and turn it, the sound stops.

quiet silence.

I looked at the floor and walls for a moment before opening the door.

A hallway with dark water. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just black.

'This?'

I brushed off the black powder on my hands.

It was black, made by mixing red, yellow, blue, purple, brown, and green together.

As countless different colors were mixed together, it just looked black, and all that was flowing out of the room were colorful paints and people.

Gigging geek...

I opened the door.

Then, what immediately caught my eye was a shocking sight.

A skinny old man. I can't even imagine how old you are.

But on the loose eyes and lips

Flowing saliva, enough to cover the whole body

With his gray hair and a white beard, he looked like he had aged hundreds of years.

The old man was wearing heavy restraints on his wrists and ankles.

It looks like he's been locked up in this room so he can't escape.

However, it seemed that the old man himself had no intention of escaping from this place.

he glances at me like he's wary

sneaks deeper into the corner of the room.

Then he picked up a piece of white paper and began to paint with the pastel he was holding in his hand.

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The sound I heard outside the room earlier wasn't the sound of crawling on the floor, but the sound of an old man using his entire palm to paint the picture.

The problem is that the coloring of the elderly is only visible at the level created by people with dementia or dementia.

white paper. When it is put into the hands of the old man, it is painted over with a single color.

The old man was painting a large piece of paper bright red with the red pastel in his hand.

In this way, the drawing paper, which is filled with red, is thrown into the corner of the room relentlessly.

Next to where the red paper was thrown away, there was a drawing paper painted only in yellow, next to it was a drawing paper painted only in black, next to it was a drawing paper painted only in green, and next to it was a drawing paper painted only blue .

The old man's madness could not stop.

He was frantically coloring the paper with his bare wrists bound in heavy handcuffs.

Saliva dripping from the corners of his vacantly relaxed eyes.

While the old man was wasting pastels, paints, and drawings like crazy for no purpose and no value, the number of papers piled up on this rooftop was astronomical.

" I can feel the madness."

I looked around the mountain of drawing papers packed in a fairly large room.

Pastel powder and drops of paint splattered while painting these countless canvases with color completely blackened the room and even the hallways.

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Even at this moment, the old man continued to paint a piece of paper black.

Then.

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In the end, after half-painting the drawing paper, he fell to the floor and never got up again.

"Huh? It's okay... "

[It's okay.]

As I tried to approach the old man wearing the restraint gear, I had no choice but to stop.

Because the answer came from right behind his back.

When I turn my head, I see the face of the mansion owner.

  NPC Great Sage Morzanius

He saw me and the old man in front of me.

He sighed as he looked at each other.

"This is my distant uncle. His name is 'Solgeo'."

Then, the name appeared on the head of the fallen old man.

  NPC Painter Solgeo

It was the moment to discover the hidden NPC hidden in the most secret place of this mansion.

I looked down at him for a while as he collapsed and didn't move.

Morzanius shook his head and said.

[It's always like this. You waste paper as if you were possessed, and you fall tired and fall asleep. When the paper or paint runs out, they shout, cry, and riot so that they can be heard even from outside the tower, and there is nothing we can do about it. Just paper and paint, never die

We have no choice but to keep adding only enough water and food.]

It's really hard to have one crazy person like this in the house.

What's more, aren't these people who hide their colors and hide their breath, avoiding the devil's eyes?

Morzanius gritted his teeth.

[This is all because of the devil. According to the words of the older brother, the 'bitch' who captivated Uncle Solgeo, who was fine, and made him go crazy.

Because!]

what year is that?

When I showed my curiosity, Morzani Us told the story of the old man Solgeor.

[It's not a big deal. I've heard that Uncle Solgeor was a little odd since he was a kid. He said that he was very interested in the colors that the villagers feared and avoided. Avoiding the strict controls of adults and secretly

It looks like you secretly did a coloring book. Then one day In the end, Satan broke out."

Morzanius continued speaking with a gloomy expression on his face.

[At that time, there lived a witch named "Esther, who eats colors" in the mountain behind our village. That ominous bitch suddenly appeared one day. And he seduced Uncle Solgeor, who was still young, and drove him crazy.]

"What if I cheated?"

[I don't know. But the bitch used some mysterious magic trick to lure the young Uncle Solger into the back mountain. And then I corrupted Uncle Solgeo to that level.]

Morzanius shook his head as he looked around the colored papers in the room.

[The witch named Esther, fortunately, was a blessing to our valiant ancestors.

I kicked him out and chased him away... Ever since I met that woman, Solgeor has become like that. Poor uncle.]

I alternately glanced at Morzanius and Solger.

Morzanius looked at Solger and nodded as if he knew and understood everything.

[But there's no need to worry too much about Uncle Sol. we never

I won't give up on my uncle. That's why every time Solgeor's uncle collapsed from overwork, he would sneak up like this and take away the drawing papers and burn them.]

When Morzanius had finished speaking, he laid down the new drawing papers and paints he was holding in his arms on the floor.

Then, he took the red and blue drawing papers piled up in the corner of the room and tried to leave the room.

right at that moment.

[It was you! This thief!]

Solgeo, who he thought had collapsed, jumped up, emitting a ghastly ghost light from his eyes.

Then he grabbed Morzanius' ankle, who was about to take the drawing paper, and started to droop.

[This thief! How dare you try to steal my picture!]

[Ugh! uncle! Why are you here? I'm just doing this because my uncle's room is small! And what picture is this! It's just painting paper with one color!]

Morzanius and Solger fight back and forth.

In the end, Solger succeeded in taking the drawing papers from Morzanius' hand.

A drawing painted all in red

Japanese paper, painted in blue, all in yellow, green, and black. Indigo. Auburn, purple drawing papers.

Solger hastily started collecting the drawing papers.

Meanwhile, Morzanius was terrified when he saw the colors on his white clothes.

[Alas! No! The witch is coming! I'm coming to steal my color!]

Morzanius hurriedly took off his clothes and turned them inside out.

When the colored part goes in and the white part comes out, he looks a little relieved.

I asked gently.

"No, is it okay if the color is on the inside?"

[Yes? then it's ok color by the way

If (color) is not revealed only on the outside

Wouldn't that be okay?]

"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, right?"

[What matters is the appearance.]

Morzanius shook every nook and cranny of his body without going anywhere.

Then he looked down at Solgeo, who was crawling on the floor, with a look of pity and contempt.

[Anyway, it's a big deal. Uncle's madness seems to be getting worse these days.]

As Morzanius said, Solger's behavior did not seem normal to anyone.

I heard him mumble a little bit once.

[#1991 pink, I need pink. Where are you? is this Ah

you're not pink ##1991 I need pink! ah, where did you put it? I must have colored it... 205, S 172, L 180, R 237, G 146, U 255 must be pink... here! It's here! found! haha!]

Solger picks up one of the many pink drawing papers, holds him in his arms, and pours kisses.

Seeing this, Morzanius wrinkled his expression even more.

[Crazy. It's crazy. Uncle may be forever unable to be rescued... .]

But.

" Hmm."

I think a little differently.

Tuk!

A piece of drawing paper that touches your feet.

The person Solgeo was looking for like crazy earlier is the red drawing paper.

Now, Solgeor picked up another white drawing paper as if he had found it and was frantically painting it with one color black.

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I peel the drawing paper with madness

The charred Solger soon picks up another white paper and starts painting it brown.

I picked up the pink drawing paper Solgeor had kissed before.

What did you say earlier? #1991 was red?

I took out an item and picked it up.

-  Dyeing Kit of Spirits / Material/C

This item was created long ago, before the spirits were destroyed by the demons.

Inside the box, the pranks played by the spirits remain intact.

Could it be a headache if I open it?

Items that I brought with me.

I picked up this kit and entered the data values that Solger had muttered before, one by one.

"E 205, S 172, L 180, R 237, G 146, U 255 "

OK.

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Soon, the dye in the kit took on a bright pink color.

It was exactly the same color as Solger had painted the paper.

"Is this right?"

I picked up the pink drawing paper on the floor.

-  Solger's crazy pink drawing paper / Material / S

A paper the crazy old Solger has painted over the course of his life.

##1991-E 205, S 172, L 180, R 237, G 146, U 255 consists of the color arrangement

There is absolutely no room for other colors to enter because it is completely filled with my own color.

This drawing paper is more like just colored paper rather than a painting.

However, the grade of this miscellaneous item is surprisingly an 'S' rank.

I looked around the room at the top of the spire, full of these canvases.

And he said to Morzanius, who had a worried expression on his face.

"I will try to fix Mr. Solger."