Genius Warlock - Episode 55
Blue moonlight seeps through the open door, revealing the inside of the warehouse..
A corpse hanging from the ceiling and an operating table on one side..
Surgical tools and tools next to it.
It was a sight that seemed more suitable for some kind of laboratory or workroom rather than a warehouse..
All I can hear is the sound of heavy breathing..
"you..… . Who the hell are you??”
Oliver looked at him..
A man surrounded by zombies stitched here and there like rags.
Oliver instinctively realized that he was Glyph, the puppeteer, and greeted him politely..
"hello?”
"........"
Maybe the greeting was wrong, but he looked at Oliver with a sense of strangeness and embarrassment..
Oliver also observed him and could see why he communicated through a doll..
He was so fat that he was deformed, and his flesh was rising and falling like bread dough..
It was definitely a body type that was not suitable for a dangerous battle scene. Well, skinny Oliver was similar..
Oliver stood still and looked at Glyph, the puppeteer, until he spoke first, and luckily he did..
"you… . What on earth are you??”
“…? This is Oliver. Didn't I explain it to you earlier??”
"....who is your teacher?”
"yes? That too earlier-”
“-Do not lie!”
The puppeteer shouted so loudly that the saggy cheeks shook..
"I've never heard the name Joseph in Randa. I don't think she's that old, but my doll... . who is the owner?!"
Oliver was silent..
I told the truth, but the other person did not believe me, so I had no idea how to persuade them..
However, perhaps the silence itself had an effect, as Glyph muttered in confusion..
"Well, it's not a lie,
"yes… . My master was outside Landa. I just came up too.”
Glip was sweating profusely and straining his eyes..
I guess they're trying to check Oliver's feelings. He knew because he did that often too..
"you, what are you?”
Glyph looked at Oliver intently, then waddled back and asked..
Oliver seemed to know roughly what he was talking about..
"Ah, the master said that I am very emotionally weak. so…..”
“-No, not at that level..”
“yes?”
Oliver asked again, but the puppeteer did not answer..
His emotions were clouded with confusion, fear and terror..
It was as if I had seen something incredible. But that too for a while.
Calmness emerged through the chaos, and fear and horror were also overtaken by courage and cunning..
".....why? You're against me?”
he asked.
Rather than being genuinely curious, I wanted to observe Oliver's reaction..
Oliver answered. Because he also had questions.
"Well, how come I see it? Can I also ask a question??"
“…say it.”
"What did you do with the doll I saw on the way here??”
"Are you talking about the corpse doll??”
"yes. It was so amazing. Just by looking at the outside, it really looked like a living person..”
I praised him sincerely, but Glip was rather horrified than pleased..
It was like a person facing a wild beast, but strangely enough, the will to seize the opportunity was visible through the tension and fear..
What on earth do you want??
“..…I learned it from my master..”
Sincerity.
"I learned it?”
"Yes, to my great master Puppet..”
Glyph seemed to be expecting something, but Oliver's reaction was actually boring..
"Puppet… ? puppet? That's a unique name.?”
Glip’s emotions shone with absurdity and absurdity..
“….Are you sure you don't know who Puppet is??”
"ah.… . Do I need to know?”
“of course. If you're a warlock, you should definitely know this! You are a legend in the world of black magic who has been alive for hundreds of years..”
"ah… . sorry. It's been a while since I learned black magic. I don't know. My master too... I couldn't teach you properly because I had work to do.."
“…? How long has it been since you learned black magic??”
“hmm… .. about a few months.?”
Oliver answered, counting on his fingers..
I don't remember when it was sold to Joseph, so it was a rough guess..
But Glip didn't seem to be completely satisfied with this answer..
“lie… .. Do not lie! No matter how genius I am, I can't make a corpse doll that combines all the knowledge I've acquired throughout my life... .! A beginner who has only learned a few months-!”
He was truly angry..
It's like, I can't face it... No, it was an expression that saw something that should not be faced..
He was very angry and in denial..
But, that was the truth.
"you… . Are you a contractor??”
contractor.
It was a word Oliver knew. A being who gains power through a contract with the devil.
According to what I saw in Joseph's study, it was said that one could instantly acquire talent and power that surpasses a lifetime of effort..
To put it in an analogy, it is like evolution that transcends species.….
Although they had to bear the consequences, it was said that there were many warlocks who fell into temptation because the fruit was so sweet..
That's why warlocks are rejected..
"Unfortunately, no.”
"no?”
"Yes, I have seen a contractor, but I am not a contractor..”
gulp.
Glyph swallowed his saliva, looking for an opportunity. he decided something.
"....Do you want to become a contractor??”
"hmm… . I'm not interested in being a contractor, but I would like to meet the devil. I want to ask you something.."
Oliver answered, remembering the old man on a horse who greeted him..
Why did he greet me? And why is he so foreign yet familiar??
Oliver wanted to know.
“…There's something I want to ask the devil?”
"yes….”
"my… I'm also interested in corpse dolls.?”
Oliver looked back and answered.
“yes… . It was interesting..”
"You are so… .. I guess you have a lot of questions.?”
"How did you know? I have so many questions.”
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on Glip's face. It was as if he had found a way to survive, or rather, a nugget of gold..
"....then let me help you.”
"You said you would help me?”
“Yes, I can help. So that you can satisfy your curiosity. It looks like you have excellent skills, but lack common sense... how is it? If you help me, I will help you.”
Oliver looked at Glyph. He was speaking the truth. Although he had ulterior motives, he was sincere in helping..
“hmm… .. Is it related to the Black Hand??”
“okay… . The mole told me?”
"yes… . I heard that it is an organization made up of powerful warlocks. Is that correct??”
"okay… . It's a lot bigger than that, but it's about right. It is a powerful organization in charge of one axis of the underworld. An organization that includes dark magicians who are like living legends. This place deals with numerous resources and forbidden knowledge. If you officially sign up-”
"Does Mr. Glyph's owner, Mr. Puppet, also belong there??"
"okay! It makes sense now! But when referring to him, add the letter nim..”
"Ah, yes… . But there is something I don't understand..”
"what?"
“The owner belongs there, so why are you trying to join??”
At that moment, Glyph became agitated..
He was stabbed in a painful spot, and he panicked and shouted..
"Well, that's the master's teaching... . Yes, because of His teachings. Prove his own abilities... . Something like a test!"
lie. Oliver thought as he penetrated the inside of Glyph..
But I didn't bother to ask..
It didn't seem like anything worth discussing. Instead I asked something else.
"That place called Black Hand, it's a really great place..”
"okay.”
"Well, it won't be easy to sign up.?”
".…What on earth do you want to say??”
“Oh, it's just that they asked moles for beggars to join them? Like the people down here.?”
Oliver said, pointing to the warehouse floor..
There were many emotions full of fear and fear under the warehouse.
Glip's expression turned grim at that question..
"Okay, what is that?… . Is it possible that a warlock cares about such things??”
Do you care... . Oliver was lost in thought, rubbing his forehead..
Um, do you care??
Oliver thought about why he left Weinham..
While I was wondering about Cant, I forgot about it for a while..
Why did Oliver leave Weinham??
It was none other than to satisfy his own curiosity..
To quench your curiosity about beautiful emotions, black magic, and the devil..
Because I thought it would be difficult to answer that question while running an organization,.
“no.....”
Oliver muttered..
Obviously, that was the main reason, but there was another reason that sparked a small spark..
A small passing word. However, the decisive word that led Oliver to leave Weinham.
At that moment, a woman's voice rang in my ears..
‘Don't stay in this darkness, come out into the world. Meet people there and learn how to live as a person..’
"ah.…."
Oliver let out an exclamation as if he had just scratched the itch..
And in the process, I met Cant..
The man who helped me without any ulterior motive.
He helped without any ulterior motive just because he saw it. She said that she had received such help in the past..
Besides that, he protected beggars and even risked his life..
Although his emotions were not without temptation or frustration, he nevertheless carried out his will to the end..
It wasn't as dazzling as the beautiful light, but still, what could I say about that soft light... very….
"-answer my question!”
Oliver came to his senses due to a sudden loud noise..
The puppeteer in front of me had an angry expression on his face..
"Answer my question… . Does a warlock care about trash like that??”
“hmm… .. for about one minute.?”
“…what?”
"What should I say… . I can't express it well, but it's amazing anyway. Holding on to something and keeping your will... ..It's pretty pretty.”
"It's pretty?”
"Yes, feelings… . If you're a warlock, you'll know.?”
“.…No, I don't know. What are you talking about?.”
“Oh, that's a shame..”
“….Say it again. If you cooperate, I will help you gain the knowledge you desire. If you only join the Black Hand, you can gain knowledge and teachings within the organization, and you can also use the black market using your personal connections..”
“hmm.… . Black hands, black market. I'm sorry, but to do that, do you have to hand over beggars like moles??”
"Yes, that's what you sign up for in return. The remaining burial grounds. You can gain tremendous power and knowledge by passing through the trash on the streets.."
“hmm....."
Oliver was troubled again..
Demons, black magic, and beautiful light. There was so much he wanted to know, and Oliver didn't know how to get it..
Clearly, the man in front of me was speaking the truth..
If he could get Oliver's help, it would definitely help him gain knowledge..
The first step is to let go of the beggars..
It was a cheap price. it couldn't be denied.
They were numerous, but weak, and Oliver could easily defeat them if he wanted to. But, what can I say?.….
"It's a bit like that.”
"what?”
"It's a bit like that. hmm… . I definitely want knowledge, but it's a bit much..”
"....I know how stupid you sound right now.?”
"yes. Still, I don't really feel like it. I got some help, and I don't hate those beggars that much..”
"Missing this great opportunity for such a trivial reason? It's a black hand... .. This is the opportunity every warlock dreams of.!”
"Well, it's unfortunate, but there's nothing we can do. but....."
"I met you for that trivial reason, isn't that just fun? .… There is such joy in going out into the world and hanging out with people..”
"Is that so... . Well then, search.-!”
In a fit of rage, the puppeteer ordered the remaining zombies to attack..
Oliver targeted the zombies' heads and shot the Hate Bullet..
Unlike the previous corpse doll, no special functions were added, so the zombies were just helplessly destroyed..
[meat shield]
[Bone Spear]
A puppeteer who deploys a shield out of broken zombies and creates a spear made of bone..
However, when Oliver poured out hate bullets, his counterattack was completely destroyed to the point of being meaningless..
“.....Bent!”
Eventually, the shield made of corpses broke through and he was struck in the abdomen and fell to the ground. He urgently said,.
“Oh, this dog... ! Joe, okay… . I'm leaving like this. I'm leaving….”
"I know it's a lie.”
Oliver said as he approached..
"Ugh… . If I die, whoever received things from me will take revenge.-”
“-I know that's a lie too. You're not even sure yourself.?”
Glyph's expression was distorted in shock..
I was filled with shame, as if I had been stripped naked..
Oliver approached him, got down on one knee, and asked politely:.
“Falling into black hands. I know it's a lie that it was a test given by your master puppet. why did you lie?"
Glip's expression was distorted to the point where it could no longer be distorted..
His only emotions were fear, shame, and despair, and he gasped and died..
Filled with fear and shame.
"hmm......."
Oliver groaned as he looked at the corpse..
I thought maybe I could see a beautiful light..
For some reason, fear played a bigger role than will at the last minute. Why on earth?
Putting aside a bit of regret, Oliver focused his attention on his eyes..
Then, I saw a secret passage device that I had seen in Joseph's factory in the past..
Oliver walked over and placed his hand on the wall, holding his emotions in his hand..
The black light moved a few times, and eventually a secret passage opened..
As I went down the stairs, I saw a bed, a table, some books, a safe, other black magic tools, and people locked in cages..
Oliver looked at them and asked.
"Do you need any help??”
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