I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 210

“….”

Jin-seong lay down on the Galaxy-M24 Apple, lost in thought. The sound of the capsule’s operation brushed one ear like a gentle wave, then faded away like foam.

From the sanatorium where my father lived, to the Gwanak IC on Gwacheon-daero.

And to the point where I parked my car in a public parking lot near the house I applied for for a monthly commuter pass, entered the house, and lay down on the bed as if collapsing.

The misinformation system followed him and sent continuous warnings, but Jinseong was not easily alerted by the system’s warnings.

To be precise, it was not because of alarm, but because of a doubt that filled his head.

Father’s warning that he had to forget his family and his entire life in an instant after collapsing due to an unexpected accident.

My father, whose time has stopped since the day he collapsed, categorically never spoke out of the memory of Jinseong, much less said anything that seemed to recognize his family.

If it was auspicious, it was auspicious.

The most important thing for patients with severe dementia is to recover their memories, and the family, including the mother, as well as the medical staff residing in the nursing home, tried to treat it as a starting point.

The development of science, including virtual reality devices such as the Galaxy-M24 Apple, has reached the level of providing various treatment methods to patients with severe dementia like their father.

But…

“Die. It’s dangerous.」

「You can’t go. Don’t go.”

‘What the hell…’

Jinseong felt the image of his father staring at him again, and at the same time, he was able to recall without difficulty the unfamiliar words whispering from his dry lips.

It was a very awkward word to just pass by.

As if he were trying to see through his own condition and thereby find out what state his son was in now.

Unlike his appearance, his father’s empty pupils seemed to reflect his inner self, and Jin-seong could not easily access the game despite the warning from the misinformation system.

Common sense would never have done that, but Jin-seong felt that his father’s words were a strong warning that his life could be in danger the moment he connected to the AC.

[Notice: User verified.]

[User: Marginality]

[Notification: Virtual reality mode sync starting]

[Notification: 12%… 33%… 77%… 84%… 96%….]

‘Have I become too sensitive?’

Woo woo woo!

Jinseong closed his eyes while letting out the dry voice of the Galaxy-M24 Apple through one ear. A familiar feeling ran through his heart from the tip of his toes to the tip of his head.

full dive. The physical body in reality is to move only human consciousness to a intact state while maintaining only the minimum life support.

It was the Galaxy-M24 Apple that I had been using countless times over the past 100 days, but it was the first time that Jinseong felt as reluctant as today.

It could have been that he was sensitive to what he said.

Of course, it was quite unexpected that the father came to his senses and spoke to his son in a staggering way.

Although it was shocking enough to say that saying to my son, whom I had noticed after a long time, was a bloody warning that ‘if you go, you will die’.

As long as Jin-seong has already become an existence that the ‘I’ of the virtual reality named Demian cannot easily give up—or he will die the moment he gives up.

Therefore, even in the real world, it has expanded its base and has become an inseparable relationship.

In fact, there was almost nothing he could do even with such an unpleasant feeling.

Yes, I knew it was dangerous, but I was going into limbs.

The more you dig into the tunnel, the more you have to go in with the anxiety of death, not knowing when it will collapse.

The deeper you go down into the deep sea, the more you go down, as if you are being encroached on by the unknown and unknown darkness.

Jinseong now simply enjoys games—not that he doesn’t enjoy them, but rather that he is fighting a lifelong struggle in which he has to risk his life in both the real world and the virtual world.

‘Honestly, if this time goes wrong, you may not be able to return forever…’

Eventually, Jinseong’s consciousness becomes far away, and at the same time, he feels that his thoughts become fragments and are scattered to the other side of consciousness.

[Notice: Synchronization is complete.]

[Notice: Entering Full Dive.]

Excuse me!

Soon, a dry voice resonated in his heart, and Jinseong’s consciousness began to sink under the base at once like a kite that had fallen.

It was a dark battle.

* * *

“Gig-kick, what the hell are you doing there? You seem to be sleeping?”

“….”

“Or is it because I messed things up enough to be ashamed to even say it myself? If that’s the case, you don’t have to.”

The man opened his eyes. The ink-colored mist flowing from the hem of the hood overlapped with the red eyes, giving off a strange atmosphere.

A circular magic circle appeared around him, who was clasping his hands together in a dark space full of darkness.

“You’ve aged a lot, Aleister. In a little while, I will lose my position as an apostle. How on earth was he eaten by the beast, so he could look like that? The giggling potter had to do that…”

“Are you questioning my faith in the Messiah?”

“Kick-kick, no way. I just wondered if you were incompetent enough to not be able to make a bowl yet.”

“…There will be no problem with the completion of the great precepts.”

“How are you? cancer don’t This is our Aleister Crowley. It has become this way because of the mistakes you have made so far. kick kick. I wonder if there was even an iron plate on that mug.”

The man, Aleister Crowley, fell silent at the words echoing from the other side in the darkness. Aleister didn’t seem to care about the sarcastic remarks that would make the listener feel uncomfortable.

It could be said that his silence was not because he had no respect for his sarcastic remarks, but rather because he had no interest or value in anything other than the god he served in the first place.

Even more so, the fact that the words that came out of the darkness were not wrong at all when viewed objectively was also the reason why Aleister didn’t feel the need to say more.

In the first place, he was the only one of the Crusaders who had multiple bodies and had the power to create ‘vessels’ among the seven apostles because he was the only one.

“In the past, you have had many opportunities. We handed over the authority to you, and you made a bowl with it. When all the vessels you have made have become mere rubbish, you have opened the door to the outer world and brought in things from the outside. I was wondering if there were still some things that could be used as ‘bowl’ among them. But what was the result? Is this what we want it to be?”

“There were variables.”

“variable! Yea the gnome variable! To a star that died once, no, to you, who caused a setback to the project because of a mere worm who succeeded that progress, that must be a variable!”

Aleister replied, and his voice raged wildly. At the same time, something began to stir in the darkness.

It must have had a form if you saw it using evil with human nature, but why is it that I don’t think it’s a human being anyway.

The pair of eyes that emanated from the wriggling object were very similar to those of humans, but the ominous color of the eyes was enough to arouse instinctive alertness in the viewer.

It was the same red, bloody color as Aleister Crowley or someone else’s.

“Aria’s limbs began to move. Those bug-like bastards sensed it and were moving around. Moreover, once the door to the apocryphal world has been opened, their preparations will be more solid than before.”

“Moreover, it is premature for the Crusaders to appear on the surface, as old living things have been holding on from the war hundreds of years ago.”

“In addition, it is only because the forgotten star fell into the hands of the Hungry Star… Needless to say, there was a problem with the vessel you were supposed to make.”

“I don’t know what Nicholas was thinking when he asked you to hand over the authority, but this is a serious issue that can no longer be ignored.”

“We need a trick to overcome this difficulty, Aleister.”

A soft voice flowed from the darkness, and Aleister fell asleep. As the voice said, the situation was not so good.

seven deadly sins. The original seven evils that led the invasion of Middle-earth hundreds of years ago.

In other words, he is referred to as the Seven Devil Grand Dukes, and is the subject of the power possessed by the apostles of the Crusades, including Aleister Crowley.

As Damian deduced while dealing with Aleister, these two are the same being, and the Cross Dawn Society had prepared a great plan based on their power.

It was a plan that had been going on for hundreds of years since the invasion of Middle-earth.

After opening the door on the other side, building a bridge between the demon world and the middle world, and directly invading along the way, it failed.

After realizing that it was impossible to obtain Middle-earth by force, the Seven Deadly Sins decided to use a more certain method.

In other words, it was a plan for the Eucharist.

Before the Seven Deadly Sins left Middle-earth, a couple of apostles formed a secret society called the Crusades.

At the same time as they prevented this land from becoming the land of perfect Arya.

Making a vessel to contain the ruler of the other side, called the Messiah, and bringing Balak, who was previously an outright evil, to this land.

That was the great plan of the Cross Dawning Society and the reason for their life on this land.

It was a noble mission.

The fact that they try to dominate the monsters that grow on this land with some kind of authority, the bizarre monsters infest the Berthas Plateau, and the creation of new creatures that did not exist before.

All of that was Aleister’s plan to make a ‘bowl’, and it was also part of the Great Plan of the Cross Dawn Society in a broader sense.

The other day, he almost wiped out the monsters in the Utah Mountains, but it was also the reason why a famous adventurer named < Cillian > was killed without knowing the cause.

His research, which had been going on for hundreds of years, required more and more test subjects, and a perfect body was needed for the coming Messiah to come.

However…

‘…a malevolent star.’

He felt a little uneasy from the first encounter, but now he has grown so much that he can no longer stand by.

Even more so, he is believed to have inherited the power of Shaka, the god of darkness, a planet that once died, and possessed a sacred spear belonging to the forgotten star Akrasia.

The Star of Destiny, which was sucking in everything around it, had swallowed up some of its own authority that had been built up over hundreds of years, and was growing in a threatening shape to both Arya and the Cross Dawn Society.

It was showing off its presence to both the light and the dark.

As if the long-forgotten end is revealing itself and gradually approaching everyone step by step.

As the voice in the darkness had warned, Aleister knew before anyone else that he would need a trick to overcome this difficulty.

“…I have a plan, Jabir.”

“It’s a plan. I hope it’s something worth listening to.”

Before long, the voice of a being called Jabir resounded hollowly in the darkness.