The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 94
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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 094
Tick.
The second hand moves.
We kept a close watch below and deduced the current situation.
“Why are we the only ones who can see their true forms? They even attacked us.”
“Well. Maybe we stepped on some kind of trigger? Black magic has quite a few exception clauses like that, Master. Otherwise, the caster might get devoured by their own magic.”
“Then we need to find out what that trigger is. What do you think those monsters really are?”
Erban tilted his head.
“Hmm. First, those masked servants that came out of the storage room. They’re usually called minions, and since I haven’t seen a single one of them, they’re probably mixed in down there.”
That made sense.
“Also, those people under mass hypnosis? They only looked unchanged, but they were almost on the verge of corruption. Maybe if more time had passed, they would have transformed like that.”
This was also a reasonable guess.
“But we’re missing the most important thing. Why did they become ‘like that’?”
Erban tapped a pillar that looked more like half-melted and hardened paint than a real object.
“This world is really strange, isn’t it?”
Tick.
The second hand moved.
11:55 PM.
Only 5 minutes left until midnight.
“The central stage, up to that front area should be fine. But if we get any closer than that, we’ll be caught.”
“You said your stealth would only be detected by S-rank or higher.”
“That’s harsh. This isn’t an ordinary space, Master.”
I clicked my tongue and asked Shubel.
“Shubel, you said you can’t use magic either?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not like Erban where you can use it a little, but completely unusable?”
“It seems completely sealed.”
Both are techniques that use mana, so why can one side twist it even a little while the other is completely sealed?
‘Is it because this space is eroded by black magic?’
I pondered briefly but gave up due to time constraints. I don’t have specialized knowledge in this area anyway.
Finally, all three of us took our Funeral Flowers.
The Funeral Flowers have stealth and targeting functions that Erban cast on them, and using the stealth function might temporarily offset the enemy marks placed on us.
Tick.
11:56.
“Let’s go.”
After confirming there were no more children on the first floor, we came down to the lower level.
Now all that remained in this space were minions already transformed into monsters and guests who would soon become monsters.
I was a bit nervous, but fortunately the offset seemed to work properly as we didn’t attract the attention of the statues in the area Erban mentioned.
We moved casually like guests heading home.
Just then, the Caretaker wearing a white mask spotted us and greeted us.
“When the bell rings at 12 o’clock, the ball will close its doors. May you have enjoyed all pleasures so no regrets remain.”
I thought it was a strange greeting, but in a place teeming with space distorted like bizarre abstract paintings and monsters pretending to be people, what could I expect? I lightly returned the greeting.
Soon, the central stage came into view.
I took a deep breath.
Tick.
11:57.
“My lady.”
“It’s fine. I’m actually pretty good at running, you know? Don’t interfere and just clear a path for me.”
I said this to Shubel, who looked ready to carry me on his back this time.
Unlike Erban, who had weakened considerably but could still use his abilities somewhat, Shubel’s magic was completely sealed.
Seeing his close combat skills made me wonder ‘Isn’t physical magic still magic?’, but anyway, since a mage couldn’t use magic, I shouldn’t interfere.
Tick.
11:58.
“Then take your time, Master. I’ll go first.”
Without time for even a few words, Erban lightly leaped into the battlefield. He was acting as bait.
Shubel also drew his sword and charged in silently.
“No attack will reach my lady, so please be at ease.”
The battle began. The bizarre cries of monsters could be heard. The once-splendid ballroom quickly turned into pandemonium.
I took a deep breath and rushed into that place.
Shubel immediately cut in half a statue that turned its gaze toward me.
Erban grinned with his face splattered with colorful paint as he spun his dagger around and around.
Even so, there were so many that one swan statue broke through the escort and blocked my path.
“Really persistent.”
I gritted my teeth and aimed the magic bullet gun.
Bang!
The bullet precisely blew away the swan statue’s chest. Behind the crumbling monster, countless red eyes flashed.
I sniped them in rapid succession, but no matter how well I’d learned to shoot, practice and real combat were different. In the end, the last shot missed.
‘Ah!’
An angel statue with broken wings spread wide charged at me, shedding tears of blood.
I bit my lip.
‘Just once more.’
I felt like I could die from frustration.
An ordinary person doing this much would be good enough? When one failure could be the end, what use is such self-consolation?
Now the enemy had approached close enough that I could clearly see even the angel statue’s chilling expressionless face.
In the split second that was just one blink of an eye.
‘If only I had one more chance.’
I didn’t give up and moved my arm to somehow re-aim.
Then.
“My lady.”
A solid back blocked in front of me.
The angel statue’s sharp hand dug into Shubel’s shoulder. A fountain of blood burst from the shoulder of the man who hadn’t been injured even once in all that chaos.
“Please go forward.”
Bang-!
The trigger was pulled and the angel statue’s face flew off.
If there had been even a 1mm error, it would have been Shubel who died, not the angel statue.
“Shubel!”
When I called his name in panic, a resolute answer came back.
“Go, quickly.”
“Master, hurry up and go!”
I gripped the gun barrel tightly. I don’t know who the ‘real host’ who designed this ball is, but I thought I wouldn’t let them get away with this as I followed the path they had created and reached the door.
Tick.
11:59.
Creeak-
Through the heavy doors that began to gradually close, I could see the path leading outside.
I took my final step toward that place.
Finally, I succeeded in escaping the ballroom!
I succeeded!
I succeeded!
…Huh?
‘Why am I acting like this?’
At that moment.
“Ahaha! This is troublesome, truly troublesome!”
Tick-tock.
Time in the world stopped.
The floor of the ‘outside’ I was about to step onto suddenly stretched infinitely long, and the door that had been right in front of me moved far away.
“The main character leaving the stage! That simply cannot be allowed.”
Tap!
Along with the cheerful sound of a cane striking the floor, I could faintly see a white mask sneering between my fixed field of vision.
It was the caretaker who had seen off the guests earlier.
He made a clicking sound with his tongue.
[Ding dong dang.]
[When it strikes 12! And the bell rings♪ The ball! Closes its doors♪]
[So that no regrets! Remain♪ May you have enjoyed! All the pleasures♪]
Ahaha!
Ahahahahaha!
Laughter grew louder from all directions, as if a choir was singing in unison.
Somehow the expressionless faces of the statues seemed to be tinged with fear.
[Oh? You haven’t enjoyed enough yet?]
Ting, ti-ding, ting!
A cheerful sound effect rang out as if small stars were falling from overhead.
Rocks actually fell onto the heads of the statues.
Thud, thoom!
[Then? Shall we? Together? Enjoy it for.ev.er?]
Dong—
The midnight bell tolled.
At the same time, the ‘color’ completely drained from the Funeral Flowers that Shubel, Erban, and I were carrying.
The flowers withered.
Creak, bang.
The ballroom door slammed shut tight in front of me.
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