I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 198

“It’s strange. Very strange.”

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

A small octagonal shrine.

Mungchi was standing and hovering around the unconscious Damian. Suddenly, the figure holding a checkered bread hat and a magnifying glass looked like a private detective from a certain cartoon movie.

It’s been less than 5 minutes since his owner, Damian, lost consciousness with his eyes wide open, but it’s also true that he hasn’t shown any biological reaction since he put his hand on the stone statue of Akrasia Yu holding a lottery (?).

Even more, it was only natural for Mungchi, who knew that if a human did not show a biological reaction for 5 minutes, that he was in a state of being as good as dead.

It was a sentiment expressed from a mixed feeling of half doubt and half concern.

No matter how much Damian had warned him to return to the spirit world if something happened, it wasn’t a very good picture for him to abandon his master and run away.

Even if I could do that, I had no desire to go back to the old-fashioned spirit realm—at least it was like that for Mungchi.

It was because after returning to the spirit realm, if Damian died, the possibility that he and his master could meet again was almost zero.

“If the owner dies, I can’t buy a bag of nuts. The master must live.”

“Beep!”

…Of course, the fact that the biggest reason was in the brilliance Brünak, which was close to 1 billion gold, was the fact that the owner was no different from the summoned beast.

“It doesn’t look dead. The owner must be alive. Either I’m out of my mind or I’m crazy about it, or both!”

Poof!

As the wad flew over Damien’s shoulder and raised the magnifying glass above his head, the new chicks huddled at his feet raised their heads at the same time.

It looked like cats who saw a sparrow on the wall.

However, even so, it is not that the newbies are knowledgeable enough to notice the state of Damian, who has been sucked into consciousness.

Even if they knew the situation, all the newbies could do was tilt their heads innocently.

“Even the owner is insane! I don’t know why you’re so reckless when you say you only have one life!”

“Beep beep beep beep!”

And soon, as if Munchki had become a doctor, he lifted Damian’s eyelids and pointed a magnifying glass at the whites of the upside down.

“Lord master?!”

“Pia?!”

Cool!

Immediately, blood poured out of Damian’s mouth.

“The main owner is in trouble!!! Why the hell are you vomiting blood!!”

“Beep!!!”

As Damian vomited blood from his seat, the new chicks circled around, holding their heads with their two wings.

It was a bonus that the wad that had turned into a riotous mountain grabbed Damian by the scruff of his neck and shook him.

I didn’t know why Mungchi, the new chicks, or Damian coughed up blood, but anyway, it seemed like something was wrong with Damian’s body.

It was only natural that the bunch and the new chicks made a fuss without even taking any action, especially since it was hemoptysis bursting out of a corpse without even being aware of it.

What was thought to be a mere rumor could become a reality.

If there is a problem with Demian’s personal image and he can’t wake up forever, or if it could lead to death without ending with hemoptysis.

Let alone the 1 billion gold lottery, they could have had to part with their masters in the remote ruins at the base of the Patreon Sea.

“Owner, wake up! The master must not die!!”

slam! slam!

Before long, the bundle of twins hit Damian on the cheek.

* * *

‘…what is it.’

Damian opened his eyes.

It was a space where nothing could be seen.

Damian’s first thought when he woke up was that he couldn’t hear anything. It was like watching a black and white screen on TV in a dark space where not only sound but also the five senses were objectified.

It’s like sitting alone on a sofa in a black space and staring aimlessly at the TV, so it’s like you’re wandering in a dream, like you’re floating with only your consciousness remaining.

‘This is… what the hell…’

Where is it?

It was when I felt that way.

Damian sat quietly watching the light come on from the screen in front of him. On the screen, unknown scenes from someone’s point of view were passing by.

I couldn’t tell who it was because the screen was smashed, but a voice that must be a man penetrated my ears, the screen flashed, the sky rotated, and the ground shook.

However, even as Damian watched the video streaming from the screen in front of him, he had no idea what it was about.

In fact, since I opened my eyes, I couldn’t think of anything because my mind was in a daze.

Or I’m getting so drowsy that I don’t even want to think about anything.

Perhaps it was because of this feeling that the screen that was projecting an image of something did not catch his eye.

‘I… obviously…’

Damian frowned at the memory he couldn’t recall.

It was to capture the hazy consciousness that submerged into unconsciousness.

It’s like water being sucked into a dark sewer of unknown depth, so it feels like you’re going to cross an irreversible river before you even realize it.

However, like a bird struggling to get out of its egg, a faint memory passed through his mind.

Even though it was left as fragments, it could be said that it was not at a level that I could not remember very much.

It was at that moment that Damien’s consciousness, sitting on the sofa, was hazy like fog, but gradually became clearer.

After clearing the twisted dimensional gate of the old castle Agilante, the incident that remained at the ruins of Shantalia while taking a glimpse of Ser Kim and his party who warped to the ground.

And, along the maze-like waterways of the Shantalia ruins, plummeting headlong into the sea, riding the torrent and reaching the base of the Patreon Sea.

After that, after waking up the legacy of a forgotten hero that had been dormant at the bottom of the sea in the Nahinir language, he passed through the red and white gates that are believed to be the product of Hildebrinho de Garcia.

And…

‘Akrasia Yu.’

Damian was finally able to recall the bet with him, the hero who saved Middle-earth from the seven demons and the owner of the forgotten legacy, stuttering in the fragmented memories.

It goes without saying that all of that was from one weapon.

“…ah.”

Damian remembered Brunak. Like broken windows being put together in his head, the fragmented memories were gradually being reconstructed into a single picture.

A rare magic spear that penetrates everything and does not miss, and moves by itself.

It is a weapon that has been with Yu of Akrasia, a divine spear, and an instrument of extinction that has been eradicating demons for hundreds of years, including the seven demon grand dukes.

However, it is unknown what is sleeping inside it.

The light spear Brunak, which was protected by powerful magic and runes, had an aspect that did not fit its name, and Damian was only able to realize that the legend his old colleague had told him was real.

It was quite a remarkable achievement for stepping up to the legacy of forgotten heroes while relying on legends.

In fact, he didn’t really care whether he was Brunak or whatever, and the reason he came here in the first place wasn’t simply to get his hands on a legendary weapon called Brunak.

Yes, that was not the purpose from the beginning.

There was no sense that the host and guest had been evangelized, but it was only after the teachings of his teacher Keiron that he stepped into the old castle Agilante.

What Damian wanted was not the realization of far-off wealth and the exercise of powerful power through Brunak.

It was because he tried to control the ‘darkness’, which was called the inner demon, through an instrument that was even called a divine object.

But…

“…Why did I do that?”

Damian buried himself on the sofa where he was sitting alone, feeling that his consciousness was becoming hazy again.

If you think about the whole process, it was really not like that.

He, who does not move until he has the minimum basis and certainty about something, risked abandoning his comfort by leaning on the secret story and the forgotten history that his old colleague said?

And through it, all of this—from going to the southern continent through Hassan and Maria—was put into action?

Of course, there were quite a few twists and turns, but as a result, we found the legacy of a forgotten hero.

Although he is also a human being, it is an established theory in the academic world that he cannot be calculated forever in making a momentary decision.

Needless to say, it was an exceptional fact that at least such Damian threw his whole body into tiny expectations and clues.

It was a behavior that he himself did not understand well.

Not to mention, even his old colleague Halo didn’t know whether the weapon Akrasia Yu was using had that much power.

Given that Damian was also skeptical of the question of whether Brunach would help him control something inside him.

Even looking at it from all angles, it is credible to say that his mind has gone temporarily or that he has been possessed by something.

So Damian’s impulsive decisions and actions made him come this far, maybe because he felt a sense of crisis enough to risk his life in hopes of himself.

It was proof that he had lost his composure and was impatient.

In the first place, he returned to the present, 10 years ago, to live a second life again.

That is why he faced the -9999999999 tendency and the terrible system—or the curse—that once he died, even his true nature could not live again.

Not only did he step into the worst dungeon on earth under the name < Demon King's Expedition > right before he was killed at the hands of Cheolcheon enemy named Yoo Min in his previous life.

It was because he returned from his previous life after hearing the message of Abraxas, the worst and most evil demon in history, who invaded Middle-earth from the demon world using that dungeon as a base for advancement.

At least, he had no choice but to think that if he had the legacy of a hero who single-handedly stopped the forces of the seven demons, he might be able to control his inner darkness.

– Kick… Ki-kick… Kick…!

“…!”

At that moment, an unfamiliar laugh echoed in Damian’s ears.