I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 140

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Chapter 140

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Whoa.”

 

Ignis muttered in admiration from behind.

 

“Hey, did you see that?”

 

“….”

 

“I caught the bullet.”

 

“….”

 

“But it hurts like hell. My palm’s pierced through.”

 

Dana was delighted.

 

Even if his head was empty, his body remembered! If that’s the case—!

 

“To suddenly start shooting a gun.”

 

Then the shaman’s laughter could be heard.

 

“How unlike someone called a saint.”

 

The shaman scattered something into the air with lightning-fast hand movements.

 

A sweet fragrance brushed past her nose. The moment she realized it, pink haze swayed into the edge of her vision.

 

“Lady Danae Windsor.”

 

What is this?

 

She tried to take action again— but strangely, strength drained from her body in an instant. She couldn’t move. Her head became foggy, and her body grew languid.

 

‘This is.’

 

Dana barely managed to think.

 

‘Savage Tribe Shamanism.’

 

And now, she was being consumed by that shamanic magic.

 

The pink gas relentlessly burrowed into her nose.

 

What had penetrated deeply rose up, up, and finally—

 

Devoured her brain.

 

 

 

“Yeon Dana.”

 

 

 

Suddenly, regardless of her will, strange visions began to flicker before her eyes.

 

 

 

“Yeon Dana. Would it hurt if you fell from a high place?”

 

 

 

The terrible memories from her time as Yeon Dana.

 

Dana immediately realized.

 

This is Memory Revelation Shamanic Magic that shows memories buried in the subconscious.

 

And this shamanic magic wasn’t aimed at her.

 

It was a scheme to revive Ignis’s memories.

 

If he regained his memories, he wouldn’t try to protect her.

 

‘Lyos, you cunning bastard.’

 

You really found a proper method.

 

But you don’t know. That I can break through such petty shamanic magic.

 

Dana squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated.

 

 

 

“It would hurt terribly. Or you’d die before you could even feel the pain. Right, Yeon Dana?”

 

 

 

No, don’t listen.

 

 

 

“The family members just want you, Yeon Dana, to become a corpse. Isn’t the fortune Grandfather gave you too much for you to monopolize alone?”

 

 

 

This isn’t reality but an old memory.

 

 

 

“So farewell. I’m greeting you on behalf of the family.”

 

 

 

The cruel hand pushing me down.

 

The terrible sensation of falling endlessly.

 

The unsettling floating sensation, the dizziness as if all the organs in my body were being pulled upward. It was so vivid that I felt like I might die for a moment. Huff, huff, my breathing became rough.

 

High places are scary.

 

Having fallen before, they’re scary.

 

But.

 

‘This is just a memory.’

 

Since I know that, there’s no problem.

 

Dana gritted her teeth and opened her eyes.

 

The hot power boiling up from her heart exploded like lava. Blazing and surging, it quickly swept away the sensations that had been dominating her. Sweeping, sweeping, sweeping until….

 

Finally blowing them away to ashes.

 

It became clean.

 

Nothing could be heard anymore. Nothing could be seen either.

 

The hallucination-like voice that had been ringing in her ears, the old memories too.

 

Everything disappeared.

 

She had succeeded in purifying the shamanic magic this time as well.

 

Dana exhaled shallowly and assessed the situation.

 

Right now she was collapsed on the carriage floor with her cheek pressed against it. And.

 

‘The gun?’

 

It was still in her grasp.

 

She was clutching it like life itself, like an obsession.

 

“Easier than I thought.”

 

Had he not noticed that the shamanic magic had been destroyed? The shaman’s voice mixed with laughter could be heard.

 

“Well then, shall we go.”

 

Completely off guard, he reached his hand toward her. Dana didn’t resist with her eyes closed.

 

The moment his grip seized her shoulder.

 

Dana extended the hand holding the gun forward.

 

“Huh?”

 

And fired.

 

Bang!

 

“Urgh!”

 

A short scream was heard. As the grip that had been holding her fell away in an instant, Dana opened her eyes.

 

The shaman was clutching his stomach as blood gushed out profusely.

 

“You!”

 

Dana immediately fired once more.

 

Bang! This time he was hit in the chest and collapsed. The shaman who had fallen to the ground writhed a few times, then stopped moving.

 

Was he dead?

 

She didn’t know. Probably dead.

 

But there was no time to confirm.

 

First, Ignis.

 

“Lord Ignis!”

 

It would be terrible if he regained his memories.

 

If he recovered all his memories— he would surely try to kill her.

 

Dana grabbed the shoulder of Ignis, who was collapsed on the carriage floor, and shook him. And at that moment, she flinched.

 

His entire body was drenched in sweat.

 

In that brief moment, he had become soaked in cold sweat.

 

What kind of scene could he be seeing? Ignis’s face was filled with pain.

 

“Get a hold of yourself, Lord Ignis.”

 

Dana placed her hand on his chest. And she drew up her Purification Power.

 

“Lord Ignis.”

 

Don’t remember anything.

 

“Come to your senses.”

 

She poured her power out with desperate hope.

 

“Please….”

 

Please don’t remember anything.

 

You must never remember that I shot you in the head and killed you….

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Ignis gasped for breath.

 

And barely managed to think.

 

‘My head hurts.’

 

It hurts like I’ve been shot.

 

It feels like it’s going to split.

 

No, maybe it’s already split.

 

It feels like my brain has burst. Especially my temples. It hurts so much. Damn it….

 

 

 

“Hey, Red Dog!”

 

 

 

And a rough voice echoing in his ears.

 

Horrific scenes unfold before his eyes.

 

 

 

“Red Dog! It’s your turn!”

 

 

 

Rough hands grab him as he crouches in his prison cell.

 

 

 

“Be the best fighting dog today too!”

 

 

 

Fighting dog?

 

Ignis mulled over that word and finally remembered.

 

Ah. That’s right.

 

I was a fighting dog.

 

I wasn’t even human.

 

A boy gladiator of the Illegal Gladiator Arena.

 

His nickname was Red Dog.

 

 

 

“Win! Red Dog! Win!”

 

“Waaaaaah!”

 

 

 

The Circular Colosseum Arena was Ignis’s entire world.

 

There, Ignis fought life-or-death duels every single day.

 

Today’s opponent was an Adult Male Fighter.

 

A man twice his size, but Ignis felt relieved by that fact.

 

He was grateful it was just an ordinary human.

 

Sometimes wild wolves would come out as opponents.

 

Sometimes strange monsters that Savage Tribe Shamans had created through forbidden experiments would appear.

 

Sometimes very famous mercenaries would come out.

 

And Ignis always won.

 

Countless memories of victory flashed by.

 

From age seven when he became an orphan and was dragged to this place.

 

At eight years old too. At nine years old too. At ten years old too.

 

He always won.

 

 

 

“Kill him! Waaaaaah!”

 

“Waaaaaah!”

 

 

 

Amid the cheers of people who had bet money on him, Ignis gasped for breath.

 

He was twelve years old now.

 

The heart of a Boy of Same Age who had just died by his hand was in his grasp.

 

Suddenly he felt like vomiting.

 

What are these memories?

 

Could these be my lost memories?

 

‘Damn it. I knew this would happen.’

 

When I heard from Danae- that woman that I had been a Noble’s son from the beginning, it sounded strangely wrong somehow.

 

‘Yeah, I figured it wouldn’t be true.’

 

And so his childhood memories began to revive one by one.

 

But they were all the same scenes.

 

Eleven years old.

 

Killing. Getting hurt to the point of death.

 

Twelve years old.

 

Covered in blood. Bleeding.

 

And thirteen years old….

 

Tearing flesh. Having flesh torn. Breaking bones. Having bones broken. It was all a continuous series of such scenes.

 

Damn it, this is agonizing.

 

When will this end?

 

‘Just kill me instead.’

 

He had almost really died this time.

 

One day when he was thirteen. Today his opponent was a starving bear, and he wasn’t given any weapons.

 

He barely managed to kill it with his bare hands, but his stomach was torn by sharp claws.

 

Proper treatment was out of the question.

 

Ignis was locked in his room— a Palm-sized Barred Cell, clutching his stomach and gasping.

 

It hurts. It hurts so much. Why are these memories so vivid that I can even feel the pain?

 

I want to die.

 

Yeah, just kill me.

 

As long as he lived, he was destined to do this for life.

 

The Slave Mark carved on his tongue. This mark engraved by shamanism made him show Absolute Obedience to his master.

 

 

 

“Red Dog! Next match! Hurry up and get out!”

 

 

 

Excuse me. My, my stomach is torn.

 

Please let me rest a bit.

 

 

 

“What’s with the whining? Hurry up and get up!”

 

 

 

The flying kicks hurt so much that Ignis finally burst into tears.

 

I don’t want to fight. I’m tired of fighting.

 

 

 

“Get up, Red Dog! If you’re a dog, you should obey orders like a dog!”

 

 

 

Just kill me, please.

 

My guts are spilling out and I’m about to die, so how can you tell me to fight again…

 

 

 

“What? Did he really die?”

 

 

 

Thud, thud! The man kicked his back and asked.

 

I’m not dead yet, but at this rate I’ll definitely die.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

 

 

“Wait, Net! Stop it!”

 

 

 

Someone stops the man who’s beating me.

 

 

 

“Someone appeared who wants to buy Red Dog!”

 

“What? Who?”

 

“Th-that… it’s not an ordinary person! Come out for now. Hurry!”

 

 

 

The footsteps fade away.

 

Ignis vomited blood and curled up his body.

 

Is my owner changing again?

 

It happened often.

 

‘Just kill me…’

 

He blinked blankly.

 

The dirty stone floor was completely red. It was all his blood.

 

At that moment, Ignis sensed his fate.

 

I will someday die in a pool of my own blood.

 

On the day I lose just once…

 

“Lord Ignis!”

 

Then, his eyes began to sting.

 

Something white seeps in.

 

As if fragments of starlight were flowing down, the bright red pool of blood became clear. At that moment, piercing his ears once again—

 

“Come to your senses!”

 

A clear voice.

 

“Lord Ignis!”

 

A voice pouring down like bright sunlight.

 

Is it an illusion?

 

No, no. It wasn’t an illusion.

 

That voice was truly light. A gentle ray of light descended onto the blood-soaked red ground. Warm and soft, brightening his vision…

 

Then it exploded white in an instant.

 

The red blood, the dirty stone floor, the iron chains were swept away by the pure white light that swirled like a storm, scattering like dust. Disappearing.

 

The dazzling scattering of light was so bright that Ignis closed his eyes.

 

“Are you conscious?”

 

He slowly opened his eyes.

 

“…”

 

Pure white wing feathers…

 

No, pure white hair came into view.

 

A woman’s face that sparkled whiter than any light.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Ignis blinked.

 

With a soft sound, something fell from his eyes.

 

Then that woman— Danae Windsor sighed and wiped his face with her hand.

 

“It’s okay.”

 

As if comforting a child, she gently smiled while catching each tear that flowed down, drop by drop.

 

“It was all a nightmare.”

 

“…”

 

“You just had a bad dream. It’s okay, Lord Ignis.”

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