Magician in Type-Moon

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However, the impact of the two perspectives made it difficult for him to concentrate.

The sound of chewing still echoed in his ears, as if mocking his powerlessness and fear.

The sounds were eerie and corrosive, as if they were drilling into Matou Ike's mind.

Matou Ike tried hard to find the source of the sound, but neither he could see any entity, whether he was the monster himself or the version of himself standing behind him.

"What exactly is that sound?" Matou Ike wondered, trying to find clues from two different perspectives.

From an observer's perspective, there is something tightly connected between the monster Matou Pond and the observer Matou Pond.

What on earth is that?

At that moment, the runes on the wall suddenly flashed for a few moments, and two shadows appeared on the surface of the green boulder wall, which had been polished to the surface like a mirror.

"These are my shadows... Both of them are mine..." Matou Ike was startled, feeling as if he had become even more awake.

The connection between the two Matou ponds is just a shadow.

He stared intently and saw the shadow gradually detaching from Matou Ike, who had transformed into a monster.

In the instant the shadow dissipates, only one perspective remains: the perspective of the observer.

Suddenly, the monster within him let out a painful roar, and his body began to tremble violently, as if in a final struggle.

But struggling is futile; this is a sign of being heavily polluted.

The body is constantly collapsing and regenerating, and the instinct for survival seems to be in an endless struggle against the power of pollution.

As Matou Ike looked at his body, which was gradually turning into a monster, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

He realized that this was exactly what he would do after becoming a monster—he would not give up his will to survive, and even as a monster, he would still want to live.

This survival instinct seemed to mock his inner fear and helplessness.

Even as a monster, he struggles desperately, his limbs constantly deforming and reshaping, emitting painful roars.

But in the end, the instinct to proliferate could not withstand the destructive and corrupting force; the flesh and blood eventually collapsed and disappeared completely.

Just then, the unchanging chewing sound suddenly stopped, and the person smacked their lips, as if savoring the delicious food they had just tasted.

"Was I eaten?"

He felt a chill creep up his spine, as if an invisible hand was caressing his soul, making him shudder.

The chewing sound and the monster Matouchi disappeared at the same moment, as if they had never existed.

The only difference is that Matou Ike now seems to be able to understand the runes and paintings on the walls to some extent.

He blinked, trying to calm himself down, and turned to examine the wall covered in runes once more.

The complex runes and patterns gradually became clearer in his vision, and he began to understand some of their meanings.

The runes seem to tell an ancient story, a terrible legend about the city of Snail Annihilation.

This city was born from the dark stars, and its construction was filled with fear and despair from the very beginning.

Its master is an indescribable being—a terrifying evil god known as Cthulhu, who controls endless darkness and evil power.

Matouchi's gaze swept over the runes and graffiti, as if he were seeing a series of terrifying scenes.

Ancient sacrificial rituals, bloody sacrifices, and countless souls struggling in the darkness.

"In 1925, the secret cult of the Silver Twilight performed a blood sacrifice of a thousand people, which detonated an underwater volcano, causing parts of the City of Oblivion, including the place where Cthulhu slumbered, to rise to the surface of the Pacific Ocean for the first time since it sank into the sea."

"In 1845, the Irish famine broke out, and the refugee cult attempted to awaken the ancient beings sleeping in the city of Snail's Nest by sacrificing a large number of lives."

"In 1666, a secret ritual led to the Great Fire of London, which engulfed the entire city in flames."

"In 1438, I finally found you! — François Plelatti"

When he read the last sentence, he was suddenly jolted, as if a cold wind had swept over him.

He suddenly felt his heart race. The words "I've finally found you!" made him involuntarily look around, as if someone was watching him in the dark.

"What on earth is going on..." Matou Ike muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down.

1438...that's the same year Gilles de Rais found François Plelatti...and that's when Berserker obtained the Book of the City of the Dead.

So what did François Plelatti find that year? Did he find Gilles? Or did he find the true location of the City of the Dead...?

Just as he was still thinking, another rune suddenly appeared on the wall.

"In 1994, Matouchi dreamt of the ruined city of Luoyan..."

This rune actually recorded his experiences.

Is this recording events in the world related to Luoyan City? But why is this rune so far away from the previous one?

It's as if there's a rune that's been erased in the middle.

There's no point in staying here any longer. I've already figured out most of the things that needed to be clarified, even though they're all just guesses.

Before continuing on his journey, Matou Ike severed the Mystic Eyes.

To avoid a repeat of the previous situation.

Nothing much happened along the way until he reached the city's central square.

In the center of the square stood a huge stone platform, upon which lay the corpses of several giant sea monsters.

Its tentacles dangled from the edge of the stone platform, covering most of the square, each tentacle covered with sharp suckers.

The sea monster's corpse emitted a strong stench of decay, and the air was filled with a nauseating odor.

Flies buzzed in the putrid air, as if adding to the festivities of this deathly feast.

He recognized the monster; it was the "Grandiose Sea Demon," a monster that had appeared in a game from his past life.

At that moment, the enormous corpse was right in front of him, which he found unbelievable.

The entire square was scattered with countless miniature versions of the "Grandiose Sea Demons," and countless sea demon corpses were piled up together, forming small mountains.

Their tentacles intertwined, as if they were unwilling to separate even after death.

Why did these sea demons, the original inhabitants of Luoyan City, suffer such a horrific massacre here? Now they have turned into rotting corpses, piled up like mountains.

"And also, why does it feel like coming home after arriving here?"

A chill ran down Matouchi's spine. What was wrong with this city? And what was wrong with him?

Chapter 101 'Companions'

He tried to calm himself down and continue exploring the eerie city.

As for escaping this absurd and terrifying dream, the idea never even crossed Matou Ike's mind.

He even overlooked many illogical details.

Matouchi arrived at an abandoned shrine. The shrine's door was half-open, and through the crack, one could see the dim light inside.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the temple.

There are several wooden doors on both sides and at the far end of the temple. They are showing signs of decay, but they are still barely usable.

It's not too old... but the flamboyant style of the wooden door clashes terribly with the overall architectural style, as if it had been reinstalled.

The air inside the temple was filled with a damp, musty smell, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had set foot here for a long time.

The temple was almost completely dark inside... If only we had a flashlight.

Just then, a bright light suddenly illuminated the entire shrine from behind Matouike.

The sudden light startled Matou Ike. He turned around and saw... it was his 'comrade' who had taken out a flashlight and lit up his way.

"If you brought a flashlight, why didn't you take it out sooner?" Matou Ike complained.

"We didn't have a chance to use it outside, and we've already turned it on when we needed to," the 'companion' said nonchalantly.

The light dispelled the darkness, revealing the temple's original appearance.

In the center of the temple, he discovered a huge altar.

An ancient stone slab, covered with runes and patterns, sits on the altar.

These runes and patterns were very similar to those he had seen in the square before, but more complex and intricate.

However, one difference is that this stone slab does not have any magical glow.

This time, Matou Ike did not rashly activate her Mystic Eyes to interpret the runes on it.

I only made a rough record of it.

I'm not going to pay any more attention to that stone slab.

Why not continue deciphering the contents of this stone tablet?

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike glanced at his 'comrade' who was shrouded in black mist beside him.

"Have you forgotten what happened when I went to decipher the runes on the wall?"

Matou Ike was somewhat dissatisfied. In his opinion, this 'comrade' was practically making him throw his life away for nothing.

"Oh? What happened?" The 'companion' seemed a little puzzled.

Matou Ike was reluctant to answer the questions raised by his 'comrade,' even though this guy had been exploring with him from the very beginning.

How could he not know about what just happened?

He simply wanted to deceive himself into deciphering the contents of the stone tablet so he could reap the benefits.

However, exploring the mysterious city of Luoyan, which has existed in the mists of time, still requires the strong assistance of this 'companion'. The two need to support each other to safely make their way out.

So Matou Ike patiently explained to this 'comrade' what had just happened.

"You mean you found yourself transformed into a monster when you were deciphering the outer wall?"

Matou Ike rolled her eyes at him, feeling that this guy was just asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"That's good, it seems His condition isn't too bad..."

What are you talking about?

Matou Ike didn't take the 'comrade's' nonsense to heart, since that guy had been doing this for a while now.

“It’s nothing, but don’t you think that stone slab might hold an important clue?” the 'companion' insisted.