Chapter 166

Chapter 166

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Before long, everything around was covered in light and shadow.

Space was engulfed helplessly in darkness, and all the sounds that rang in the ears evaporated.

Even the presence of Ted, felt from behind, was the same.

Oooooooom-

In the space where the beautiful correction had taken hold, now only desolate swirls of white light remained.

Yet the hero continued to walk.

Instead of a neat suit, Zero Requiems robe took its place, and instead of an ordinary greatsword, there was the solid sensation of Black Hope.

And finally, the end of the road.

There was a silhouette waiting for the hero.

The husky voice of a middle-aged man pierced the heros ears.

So quickly discerned. Since when did you know?

From the beginning.

Yeah, I knew from the beginning.

The Doppelganger was immune to mental magic.

Its an illusion that alters memories.

Entering the illusion, one was trapped in a trap of the illusion without even realizing they were immersed in the memories in their mind.

But for him, who had undergone countless polymorphs, there were countless memories.

In the face of such overwhelming quantity, the power of magic did not manifest much.

Yet, the reason he didnt immediately return to reality was

Because I missed you.

Perhaps he wanted to see glimpses of the world that could have existed.

Children in a world without demons3.

I knew that this was the only chance I would have to see Ted alive again, so I didnt come back right away.

Avoiding the deepest longing must have been a difficult decision.

I never said it was easy.

You have remarkable willpower.

The hero let out a brief sigh.

The silhouette, made up of faint smoke, still seemed to be interested, peering ahead.

Youre a betrayer of the Demonic Church Or rather, is this the legacy he left behind?New novel chapters are published on

Thats correct.

So, what was this trial for?

Though the features were not clearly visible, the blurry apparition seemed imbued with a remarkable level of magic.

Huuuuu-

The apparition swayed like a breeze and responded.

I wanted to find a worthy successor.

Referring to the master of the blessing.

Thats also correct.

The hero narrowed his eyes.

This betrayer was no longer of this world.

According to the interrogated followers of the Demonic Church, he was captured, tortured with the intention of being forced to commit suicide, and then killed.

Perhaps he exhausted all his power in creating this space.

It felt strange to converse with the apparition left behind by someone who died years ago.

But it spoke as if it had been waiting for this moment.

I am, as you say, a betrayer of the Demonic Church. I was the one who had no choice but to betray.

The hero decided to continue the conversation to gather information.

Why? Your followers faith couldnt have been easily shaken.

I realized that the visionary, commonly called the leader, was nothing more than a shell. What we believed in was an illusion, and realizing that it was a delusion, we lost all justification for the sins we had committed. So, only belated repentance could follow.

The heros brow furrowed at the unfamiliar nuances of the words.

The leader was just a shell?

You will learn the details after you pass the second and final trial.

The second trial.

The words deepened the wrinkles on the heros face.

What more do you want from me here?

The previous trial was to confirm one of the qualifications I desired.

Shuuuuu-

Suddenly, the apparition soared several meters into the air.

If you enhance your multitasking abilities and train systematically, your magic resistance, which you already possess, will become even stronger. Furthermore, you may even advance to become a high-level magic swordsman, something that has never existed before.

A magic swordsman? Even if you say magic swordsman, I can only use low-level magic, right?

No. Its just my speculation but if the experiment goes smoothly, you may be able to acquire magic that can have a significant impact on combat.

Ban hesitated for a moment.

But no matter how much merit there was, and even if the other party was a senior from the Department of Mysticism with proven skills, he couldnt just accept the sudden invitation to participate in the experiment.

Ill look into it more and get back to you

Ban was about to refuse when his mouth closed at that moment.

It was because of a sudden memory that came to mind.

Die!

An open field in a dim forest.

A swirling crimson magic.

Enoch, who urged him to dodge if he could.

Friends lying unconscious.

For the first time in his life, Ban realized the importance of strength.

In this perilous era, strength was necessary to protect something.

And for Ban, who is in the midst of breaking out of his shell, there are more and more things he wants to protect.

Upon coming to his senses, Ban found himself signing the consent form that Beatrice was offering.

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Come on, dont resist. With Bans excellent magic resistance, my magic wont be able to penetrate if you resist.

Uggggghhhhh.

Hmm, even when feeling fear, the level of activation isnt bad. Lets mix in a bit of anxiety here.

The moment Beatrices magic was lifted, Ban collapsed to the floor, gasping.

It was a very strange experience.

Nothing had happened, but his heart raced involuntarily, his breathing quickened, and his muscles tensed as if electricity was flowing through them.

It feels like Ive encountered some demons in the dead of night.

The memories of navigating through the Forest of Martial Arts came flooding back.

It seemed as challenging as physical training, if not more so.

However, Ban was somewhat willing because he saw this series of events as training to cultivate resilience against negative emotions.

Humans are creatures of adaptation.

Experiencing various emotions beforehand can be a great asset as the threshold rises with intense emotions.

Alright, Im getting stronger.

Ban exclaimed as he sprang to his feet.

Next!

Shall we try something other than negative emotions?

Is that possible?

Of course.

Beatrice adjusted her glasses and replied.

They experimented with emotions like anxiety, fear, and frustration all morning.

Even though the effects were temporary and the potency was controlled, from Beatrices perspective, she couldnt help but worry a little about Ban.

They needed a breather.

How about we try emotions like excitement, love, longing, comfort, excitement, maternal love Mixing these little by little can create an infinite variety of emotions.

Excitement? Love?

Maternal love?

Ban looked at the diminutive Beatrices violet eyes behind the thick lenses with a puzzled expression.

Y-yeah. Lets give it a try for now.

Alright, lets start with a light feeling of excitement.

Beatrices wand was aimed at Ban.

Ban instinctively halted the magic dismantling he had been unfolding.

Wooooooom

Suddenly, there was a tingling sensation in one side of his chest.

Knock knock

Master, we have a visitor.

A visitor?

Ban raised his head with a flushed face.

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