My Right Hand Is Too Strong - Chapter 71

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My Right Hand Is Too Strong Episode 71

Episode 71. A Power That Shouldn’t Exist

The floor of the underground waterway shatters.

Beyond the fragments flying in all directions, I looked at the man who had collapsed, having lost his upper body.

“…Ah.”

I shouldn’t have killed him.

I got heated in the moment and my fist moved first.

“Tsk.”

I could feel exactly the sensation of him being crushed at my fingertips.

Mistake or whatever, he must be dead now.

I clicked my tongue and turned around.

At that moment.

“What a surprise.”

Along with a stinging sensation on my cheek.

A leisurely voice came from behind me.

I touched my stinging cheek with my left hand and turned my head.

There stood a man with half his body stained in darkness, spinning a dagger around with a relaxed expression.

“Are you that Black Dragon?”

Taking my hand off my cheek, I looked at the blood on my left hand.

The dagger the man was holding also had blood on it.

I casually wiped the blood away with my thumb, brushing my cheek.

The wound on my cheek had already been healed by the ‘Blessing of Super Regeneration’.

“This worked out perfectly. The upper echelon has been quite annoyed with you, Black Dragon.”

“So what I did wasn’t pointless after all?”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, it didn’t really matter to me.”

Never keeping his hands still, the man spoke while spinning his dagger around.

“It wasn’t me who was annoyed with you, but my immediate superiors.”

“…Superiors. From what I hear, it sounds like there are quite a few people above you.”

“Isn’t that obvious? I’m the lowest of the low.”

Whoosh.

The man threw the dagger he was holding into the sky and reached forward to catch it.

The dagger caught in reverse grip in his hand.

The man swept his long bangs to the side with his left hand and smiled, narrowing his purple eyes.

“But, if I catch you, I might be able to move up.”

Swoosh—

The man’s body is consumed by shadows and disappears.

This isn’t stealth.

This isn’t an illusion.

He melted into the shadows.

Since a person disappeared before my eyes, it would be normal to panic.

If it had been me just two weeks ago, I would have panicked and then some.

However.

“What are you doing?”

“…!”

The current me was different.

Without any action, I simply extended my right hand to the side and easily grabbed the man by the collar.

I threw the man, who had frozen in apparent panic, toward the ground.

The man spat blood from his mouth as he was thrown to the ground.

His rolled-back eyes looked exactly like those of a dead person.

“How dangerous.”

The man crawled out as a shadow from inside the body of the corpse.

I muttered while watching this bizarre phenomenon.

“So this is how you avoided it earlier.”

“Correct.”

Once the man emerged from the body, the corpse no longer looked like the man.

It had the unfamiliar appearance of someone I’d never seen before.

“Do you parasitize bodies?”

“Well, similar. It’s not parasitism but symbiosis.”

“Seeing that you don’t know the difference between parasitism and symbiosis, I guess you didn’t receive basic education.”

Clicking my tongue softly, I deactivated ‘Black Dragon’ and muttered.

“The ability to melt into shadows. That must be your unique ability.”

“…So you’re deactivating your skill now?”

“There’s no need to use full power just to catch a bug, right?”

“….”

With only black mist wrapped around my body, I lightly flicked my hand.

Of course, this is inside a dream.

Since he won’t really die even if killed, I might be able to use my power freely.

However.

‘I don’t know how many times it’s possible.’

If I swing my fist thoughtlessly, I might actually kill him.

Then I wouldn’t be able to ask who this ‘upper echelon’ the man mentioned is, or what their purpose is.

I stood still, waiting for the man to make the first move.

The man shook his head at my appearance.

“…What I hate most is being ignored.”

Thump, thump, thump.

Suddenly my heart starts pounding.

Why is this happening?

Before the question that suddenly arose could be resolved.

“This power is…!”

Sensing a power that shouldn’t exist, all the hair on my body stood on end.

I widened my eyes and looked at the man before me.

The man who had been handling mana until just moments ago.

Faint demonic energy was now flowing from his body.

“I’ll kill you with this power bestowed by that person, Black Dragon.”

Whoosh—

With a resounding sonic boom, the man instantly disappears from view.

I turned my head to figure out where he went, and sensing a presence from above my head, I threw my body backward.

“Close.”

Boom!

Air is pushed away with a tremendous impact.

Frowning at the powerful shock, I barely landed on the ground before sharply raising my right hand and slashing diagonally downward.

[Mist Technique – Mist Blade]

A blade of mist shoots diagonally.

Shot from close range, there’s no way to avoid it.

I kicked off the ground and charged after the mist blade.

“Ugh!”

Crackle!

The mist blade hits the man’s abdomen.

Blood and flesh fragments spray.

A pained groan flows from the man’s mouth for just a moment.

The man with a crooked smile didn’t defend himself, but instead spread both arms wide.

The man’s body was cut in half by the blade.

Soon after, something black burst out from within the corpse.

I didn’t miss that opportunity and quickly reached out my hand.

[Thousand Transformations]

Thousand Transformations.

A derivative technique of ‘Mist’ that I newly acquired in the Tower of Illusion.

The description of molding high-density compressed mist into specific forms might seem like it only ends with strengthening the right hand like before.

‘But then it wouldn’t be a derivative technique.’

I realized this while using ‘Phantom Ring.’

Roughly speaking, the difference between derivative techniques and application techniques is the difference in possibilities.

Derivative techniques have many possibilities, so you can create numerous skills from there.

Application techniques have few possibilities, so their limits are clear.

The system described ‘Thousand Transformations’ as a derivative technique, not an application technique.

That means.

‘It doesn’t end with just strengthening the right hand.’

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The black mist, compressed countless times and transformed from gas to solid, layers upon layers.

As expected of a technique that consumes a lot of mental power, my head throbbed, but I ignored it and focused on layering the mist.

The layered black mist transformed into a familiar shape.

[Casting Net]

A net made of black mist instantly enveloped the black something that had burst out.

I pulled the rope strongly to tighten the net and breathed heavily.

“This actually works.”

Real combat is indeed the best.

Since failure means the end, you succeed right away.

An act whose feasibility was uncertain had been successfully completed.

Swallowing the flowing nosebleed, I approached the man struggling inside the net.

“Is this your true form?”

“Don’t, don’t look!”

Clearly visible ribs.

An emaciated body.

The man, who had a frail appearance that didn’t look like the human who had been attacking me just moments ago, shouted roughly.

I crouched down in front of such a man.

“If you just answer my questions properly, I’ll back off.”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

“What’s the name of the organization you belong to?”

“Shut uuuup!”

“What purpose are you doing this kind of thing for?”

And.

“You’ll also have to explain about magi.”

Thud.

The moment the word magi flowed out, the man’s movements stopped.

Thinking he might make a final struggle, I immediately raised my arm, but the man still didn’t take any action.

Right.

He froze as if someone had pressed the pause button on a video.

-That’s because this place is a dream.

Turning my head at the deep voice heard from behind, I discovered Omen flying in the size I had seen in the Tower of Illusion.

“Are you perhaps the main body?”

-This is inside a dream. So, because it’s a mental image, I could only appear in the form I desired.

So it’s not the main body.

Clicking my tongue, I kicked the frozen man with my foot.

Omen looked at such a man with sunken eyes and muttered.

-I came because I suddenly felt magi in the dream. I didn’t know magi existed in other worlds too.

“Tell me about it.”

There are no Spirits of Darkness, but magi exists.

It would have been better if it were the opposite.

Clicking my tongue, I asked Omen.

“So, why is this happening?”

-As I said, this is a dream. It’s a space that replays based on what the dreamer experienced.

“So, you mean Soo-a Nuna doesn’t know which organization this man belongs to?”

-That’s highly likely. Furthermore, since she never even heard the word magi, that might have been the trigger that completely stopped the dream.

So I can’t get information from this man anyway.

Narrowing my brow, I clicked my tongue softly.

Then there’s no point in capturing him alive.

-Wait a moment.

Flap.

Omen, who had been flapping his huge wings, landed next to me.

He walked step by step and stopped in front of the frozen man.

-Perhaps we might be able to extract information.

“You said it was impossible.”

-My main body has now gained the power of the Spirit King. The Spirit King’s power is overwhelming, so it can make even the impossible possible.

Saying so, Omen wrapped his body with his wings.

Soon, dense darkness began flowing out like waves through the gaps in his wrapped wings.

-From now on, I’ll connect this man’s unconscious with this place.

“…Is that possible?”

-Of course, it will be a great burden on Jini, who is the contractor. But.

Omen, who spoke decisively, slowly spread his wrapped wings.

-If it’s the Jini I know, she’ll definitely scold me for why I didn’t do it.

“She won’t scold you.”

-No, she will. I want that child to scold me.

Heh.

Letting out a small laugh, I looked at Omen.

The darkness flowing from his body with spread wings drifted along the air currents.

1 second, 2 seconds.

About a minute passes.

During that time, the darkness from Omen’s body, which had been continuously scattering darkness, suddenly stopped.

-It’s coming.

Whoosh!

With a rough wind, all the scattered darkness instantly returned.

The returned darkness didn’t go back to its original owner Omen, but seeped into the frozen man before us.

“Gasp!”

Like replaying a paused video.

The man, who began moving again while breathing roughly, muttered in a confused voice.

“What are these memories…”

The man, who seemed to have lingering memories of what he experienced with me in the dream, clutched his head and raised it.

The man, whose eyes met mine, realized that all those memories were real and shouted.

“I’ll kill you!”

Seeing him go berserk again, it doesn’t seem like he’ll obediently give me answers.

In that case.

“Should I pull out his fingernails?”

The thought crossed my mind for a moment, but he didn’t seem like he’d open his mouth over something that trivial.

Stroking my chin in contemplation, I quietly turned my gaze to look at the now-smaller Omen.

Having expended considerable power, his size had shrunk instantly, and when he met my gaze, he nodded as if understanding.

-I’ll do it.

Thud.

Completely different from what he’d done to me.

Omen’s claws mercilessly pierced into the man’s forehead.

As the claws penetrated through skin and directly injected darkness, the man instantly went limp like a puppet with severed strings.

I asked him once more.

“What exactly was your purpose in pulling this kind of stunt?”

“….”

“And what’s this about receiving magic power as a gift from ‘that person’?”

“….”

“Don’t tell me ‘that person’ is part of those upper people you mentioned?”

Creak, creak.

The man’s head lifted at a grotesque angle, like a jointed doll moving.

With unfocused eyes and drool dripping from his mouth, the man slowly opened his lips.

“O-our name is Macheongoe.”

“And?”

“Our purpose is to join with that person-.”

The moment the voice flowed from the man’s mouth.

My vision flashed dark.

Following that, a massive impact struck along with an unbearable ringing that hammered my eardrums.

“Urgh….”

Drip, drip.

Drops of blood fell along my arms.

Both arms had melted down to the bone.

A massive amount of magic power must have entered my body, as pain that felt like my organs were being torn apart engulfed me.

It hurts.

My vision flashed incessantly.

But my first thought was wondering what the hell was happening.

-…This can’t be.

As I slowly escaped the torrent of pain thanks to the Blessing of Super Regeneration.

Omen’s disbelieving voice reached into my head through the ringing.

-He’s dead.

“What?”

-That man from just now exploded and died in reality too.

“…What?”

I widened my eyes at Omen’s words.

This is a dream.

Even if someone dies in a dream, it’s just a dream.

They should be fine in reality.

But.

“He died in reality too…?”

-Even when I try to touch his mind, I can’t touch anything. Usually this kind of characteristic only appears in corpses.

“….”

So that means he really died…?

I can’t believe it.

He exploded in a dream but actually died.

“Ugh?”

The ground suddenly began trembling as if an earthquake had struck.

Seeing cracks forming in the air, I urgently shouted to Omen.

“What’s happening now!”

-Your mind is collapsing from the earlier shock. You’ll be forcibly ejected from the dream soon.

“What!?”

I still don’t even know where this place is.

I need to go out and investigate!

-Don’t worry about that! I’ve already identified the location of this place!

“Well, that’s a relief, but…!”

This feeling is strange.

It’s like the feeling when you’ve pulled all-nighters for days and finally lie down on your bed.

The strength instantly drained from my limbs, and my vision darkened.

Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn’t.

As I fell helplessly in the collapsing space, unable to resist.

“Gasp!”

I woke up from the dream.

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