I Became a Genius Mage in the Cthulhu Game - Chapter 459

Chapter 459

Episode 459: Which one is ‘normal’?

The signs are not good from the start.

[…] … It was. But now everything looks completely different. A place hidden underground to avoid the existence of the abyss. The ceiling is so low that it feels cramped. A stuffy wall with no windows. Disgusting and unpleasant objects obsessively collected by a mad wizard. It all seems to be pouring down on you. You imagine how your fragile body would be crushed. It’s ominous. It’s terrible. Everything is unfamiliar and scary.]

An endless message.

‘I came down to the basement to prevent this situation… … .’

As soon as the madness hits, there is no time to react, and delirium is about to break out.

No, that was a bad decision.

There’s too much clutter in this basement to prevent random insanity.

This is a place that will immediately become a mess if you have anything like phobia of grimoires or technophobia.

what?

I know? Why did you do that?

‘If we were really looking for a safe situation from insanity, shouldn’t we have created a space completely devoid of anything?’

A realization crossed my mind.

As expected, when it comes to issues related to phobias or obsessions, we always end up making unreasonable choices.

Is this really a problem caused by madness? Maybe it was artificially manipulated for the pleasure of those evil administrators.

[System: Due to the effect of ‘Insanity – Claustrophobia’, ‘Status Abnormality – Confusion’ occurs.]

The decision failed early on, and confusion began.

Coming down to the basement itself was a problem, but more than that, it was because I made an unreasonable choice.

As soon as I confirmed the details of the madness, the thought occurred to me: [I must escape from this place.] Well, it was good up to this point.

But would it be said that the method chosen for that purpose was wrong?

“Useup… … . damn. Hmm, ugh… … .”

Is this the sound of my breathing?

A body that doesn’t move properly. Sweat running down my chin. My right hand trembles helplessly. The feel of the stone floor touching my whole body.

Aren’t you stupid?

I chose the [Run] option to escape from the basement.

My prosthetic leg is not very good at handling such sudden movements.

So, instead of escaping out of the basement, I fell in two steps.

Damn, my left elbow and shoulder are throbbing.

Oh, this body is so weak.

You put me in this trash body… … . You damn bastards. Give me back my original body.

“Huh…huh… … .”

Despite the manifestation of madness, he is relatively sane.

Are you okay?

Memories too… … . There is nothing immediately noticeable.

This means that [Confusion – Amnesia] is not working.

So what is it? It’s a bit different from the previous delirium.

[Confusion – Delusion]? [Confusion – violence]? [Confusion – excessive affection]? [Confusion – self-harm]? [Confusion – Obsessive Compulsive Disorder]?

“Huh-haha.”

However, I can’t breathe well.

okay.

Some types of confusion cause paralysis of physical activity. [Confusion – loss of consciousness], [Confusion – paralysis].

However, the current symptoms cannot be said to be of that extent.

Rather than being paralyzed… … . Your body movements and basic reflexes are a little strange. Is that why you fell?

“Whoa… … . Hmm… … .”

If I am not conscious of it, my body will not try to do the act of breathing.

why?

My body feels strange. No, it’s not enough to end with just saying it’s strange. Is that really my hand? weird. It’s really strange.

How have you been moving those awkward-looking hands all this time?

Grumbling-

“Ugh, ugh! “Ugh!”

Goosebumps appear on the skin of the entire body. An eerie feeling in my left cheek.

A terrible shape. My left hand twists and writhes in bizarre ways – ugh! bizarre! what’s this?

tentacle! You turned into a tentacle!?

“No, no. therefore… … .”

My memory is intact.

I know how I lost my left hand and why I got it. But is he sane?

This tentacle is an object that moves based on necromancy. In other words, it means that the human soul is trapped within this. The left arm of a dead human was used.

Grumbling-

Bright red, ugly tentacles that look like internal organs that have been turned inside out, wriggle in a disgusting way. This replaces my hand?

“Damn, go away…” … .”

But the tentacles get out of control at will. A pounding headache. pain in the neck.

To control tentacles, you must move magical energy and convey your will.

“… … .”

So – with a clear will without doubt or hesitation – with the conviction that my thoughts and wishes can change reality – What kind of crazy talk is this?

I know that magical power exists.

I also know that I can move it according to my thoughts. But, it doesn’t make sense, does it? Magic? I? Does that make sense?

“Keuuuuu… … .”

Instead of making the irrational choice of using magic, I moved my still intact right hand and crawled on the floor. To somehow get away from the tentacles. And to somehow escape this stuffy basement.

I think I’ll go crazy if I stay trapped here any longer.

“shit. Shit. damn!”

But even that right hand causes me discomfort. What are those hands? A completely different form from [my hand] that I remember.

no.

Hands aren’t the only problem.

A feeling of foreignness felt throughout the body.

This is my body?

no. This is not [my body]. My limbs weren’t originally this length. It was not in this form. This body is not mine.

Why this bizarre and sloppy…? … . Have you accepted the body of a faceless being?

“Sigh… … . Phew-”

Rumbling-

A sound heard near the lower body. The prosthetic leg I made based on the command golem has disintegrated. A bunch of junk is running wild, demanding new orders.

Even those miscellaneous items actually contain the crushed human soul. And ugly and grotesque objects lying everywhere. Disgusting place.

A feeling of suffocating closure.

Instead of this murky and stale air, I want to breathe clean air in a larger place.

[System: Confusion continues. If you want to get out of this situation, either move away from the element causing the madness or ask a colleague for help.]

What should I do to get my body back? There are no legs. no arms

“Off… … . damn.”

The fingers on my left hand are itchy. I want to scratch, but I don’t have a left hand that can scratch. That tentacle is not my left hand. sick. My left leg hurts.

Is it phantom pain? You’ve never done anything like this before, right? Why now?

At the same time, the pain felt as if a large nail was digging into my right brain. A big screw. It felt like a very long, rusty, horrible shaped screw was spinning around and digging into the right side of my head.

“Huh… … .”

I feel nauseous.

The unfamiliar-looking right hand compulsively scratches the floor.

“Mr. Sanghyun! Come over here! Mr. Sanghyun! I have a problem! right now!”

Argh! My mouth moves as it pleases and I scream. stop! stop! Don’t control my body!

I was able to stop my mouth from moving uncontrollably, but… … .

What comes to mind is the fact that there are alien beings swirling around in my head that I cannot control.

Ah, that’s not all.

I even had the flesh of an abyssal being embedded in my body.

The closed basement is not the problem. My mind and soul are imprisoned in a body made up of a mosaic of grotesque monsters and unpleasant corpses.

“Ugh! Ouch!”

Cramps felt in the intestines. An organ that contracts in an unpleasant way. A gurgling noise heard somewhere in the abdomen.

“Turn it off… … .”

I hastily lifted the mask halfway up. I vomited for a long time without even knowing what position I was in.

“Sigh… … . Cough, cluck – Cough… … . Phew… … .”

This body is strange. It’s not a normal body. It’s not really my body. The structure of the body. The shape of the skeleton. The movement of the internal organs is different from mine.

Something is wrong. help me! Someone help me!

“Shinhwa?”

The basement door opened. A little bit of fresh air blows in from beyond the door. And standing there… … .

Oh my god.

A corpse approaches. A dead man is walking.

“Go, don’t come any closer!”

“Shinhwa, are you okay?”

A pale-skinned monster reaches out its hand towards me. Heo Sang-hyeon’s thin, dry hand tries to grab me.

Every time his hand touches my skin, goosebumps spread along with an indescribable discomfort. These cold hands are unpleasant. Horrible. This is a corpse. Do not touch! Get away from me! Let go of this! Damn it, let go!

puck!

At some point, Heo Sang-hyeon’s face turns to the left. Did my hand hit his face?

I don’t know if my bare hands could have inflicted any meaningful damage on him, but I think I could have at least startled him.

“Uhm… … . Shinhwa.”

Heo Sang-hyun pauses his actions for a moment and looks at me.

The two large, bizarre eyes move so hard that they seem as if they will roll out of his face at any moment. Pale-pigmented four-white eyes staring at me. A grim expression reminiscent of a psychopathic killer.

I think he’s planning to kill me.

Dangerous. Heo Sang-hyeon must be neutralized.

Is it because the door was open? Fortunately, little by little, my senses are starting to return. Thanks to this, I was able to think of a way to easily subdue Heo Sang-hyeon. There is no need to use magic.

Just by deciding to do so, I can stop Heo Sang-hyun from working. All you have to do is touch the magic that moves his body. [Autonomous action OFF]. Heo Sang-hyeon cannot move just by giving such an order. That’s not even a person anyway, right?

“Mr. Sanghyun… … .”

barely.

Barely, really.

I was able to suppress that desire. This is because the irrational discomfort has begun to subside. Instead, I asked for something else, and Heo Sang-hyun nodded with a firm expression.

“All right.”

But what can I say – it wasn’t easy.

Because the confusion has not been resolved yet. All I could suppress was my instinctive desire to destroy Heo Sang-hyun. His touch still gave me a terrible feeling of fear and discomfort.

Unpleasant scolding and nonsensical verbal abuse. Struggling. scream. The clamor.

“Ha!”

living room!

“Ugh, wizard! how-”

An ominous psychic cursed by the Abyss.

A dangerous substance that can lead to disaster at any time. A gloomy magical power radiating from the entire body. Even excluding all the surreal elements, he is a criminal with a delinquent and disturbing appearance that you don’t really want to have anything to do with.

“Move!”

“yes!?”

“Get out of the way!”

Magical power concentrated at my fingertips. okay. Just like this, my senses have returned.

[Fireball]

Grumbling-

I am a wizard who can summon the power of flame and destruction from thin air just by strengthening my will.

Quaaaaaaaaa!

The entrance to the [Starving Mansion] that disappears in an instant.

“Ugh!?”

Jang Hyeon-deok sits down in shock. The magic continues without a moment to catch your breath.

[flashing]

Tsupat-

If you were going to move like this, wouldn’t you have needed [Fireball]? But if that kind of thinking had been possible, there wouldn’t have been this mess.

* * *

tree. forest. darkness.

High in the sky.

And the air was so cool and clear.

“Sigh! Phew- ha- wow… … . ha-”

Looks like someone who almost died by drowning. shit. What is this? Deep breathing while lying down on the dirt floor of Jangmyeong Mountain.

[Your mind has temporarily stabilized as there is no object around to stimulate your madness. If you witness the object of your phobia again, or something reminiscent of it, madness will reappear.]

“You son of a bitch.”

Now everything is back [as it was].

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrva-

The tentacle on my left hand moves dozens of branches to raise my body. A magic that can be activated simply by thinking that it is needed.

[Summon: Command Golem (prosthetic leg)]

Rumbling!

The miscellaneous items rolling around on the basement floor instantly turn into a prosthetic leg to replace my left foot and stick to it.

First of all, I have to apologize to Sanghyun and Jang Hyeondeok, and quickly fix the broken front door. But there is something to do first.

『Your screams were heard all the way into the forest.』

Surreal eyes shining on a tree. An elegant body that seems to have been created by flowing darkness. Multiple tails dancing in strange ways.

“There was a little problem.”

I tried to say it was no big deal, but Kongsuni smiled and responded in a strange way.

『It was a very beautiful scream.』

Now, goosebumps appear in a different way.