#192
192. Imprint (2)
after a while
I was sitting with my arms clasped, leaning against the wall.
The wound on his left arm was gone, but a burning pain lingered.
“……Whoa.”
I sighed.
It’s a shame because the response was quick, but if it was a little late, I wouldn’t have been able to turn it back.
<What is this… … what… … .>
“What do you think it will be?”
I looked down with an annoyed tone.
A fat dove fluttered at my feet.
The dove swung around in place, scanning its wings and body in turn.
<This gnome… … What have you done to me!>
“You said you wanted a body? You did what you wanted. Are you angry even though you can’t say thank you?”
<No way… … .>
“okay.”
“Goo… Goo?!”
The dove’s eyes widened.
“You became a dove.”
<… … .>
“It’s good that I got a body. By the way, the pigeon’s name is Gugu-Kon.”
<What, what!>
Actually, I didn’t even think it would come this far.
I didn’t know that the monsters from Advent Dungeon would appear in front of me.
It was the first time I had witnessed the process of descending and imprinting.
‘anyway… … .’
I sat down on the floor.
After swallowing the second potion, I looked at him again.
The dove was staggering, teasing its fat feet. He lowered his head to look down, to examine the wings. It seemed that he couldn’t understand the situation.
<This, this nooooom! A lowly human being to this body… … !>
After observing the body for about 5 minutes, the pigeon seemed to have finally accepted the reality and shouted at me.
<Take it back now! Otherwise, I’ll give you a bowl of muk!>
“How can I get it back?”
<Are you asking because you don’t know?>
“I’m asking because I really don’t know.
<That… … that, that… … !>
After thinking for a while, the dove spread its wings.
<Return it anyway! I was trying to give you the honor of being an alter ego of a great race, but you did something like this. There’s no shame. Han Israt!>
“Coo-goo! Goo… Goo!”
The pigeon’s beak opened wide and closed.
<Human! If you bring me back, my life will be spared. Choose wisely! No one can survive if they wear the wrath of the Great Race.>
“You said you want to take my body. If you turn me back, won’t I die?”
<It’s not about dying. It is to become one with me and survive.>
When I stayed still, the dove covered its mouth and laughed.
“Kukukuk…”
<Are you scared? good. give me a special chance put me back in your left arm While counting ten! I’ll count from now on. heat… … .>
“Quek!”
I grabbed the dove by the scruff of its neck and pulled it up.
“Even the chickens bark loudly.”
<This noooooum! Do you still not know your fountain? Bug-like human subjects… … .>
“Queuck!”
with a plop!
I plunged the pigeon’s head into the bucket next to it.
The dove flapped its wings and struggled, but there’s no way a midday bird has any strength. I drowned him deeper, all the way to the bottom of the bucket.
“Kuhk, kkeuk, gurreuk…!”
After counting 30 seconds, I took it out of the bucket.
<You cheeky bastard! the head… … .>
second plunge.
I counted 30 seconds again.
<I will kill you… … .>
third plunge.
This time I counted 1 minute.
“Kirararak!”
It wasn’t until the fourth time that he quieted down.
I grabbed the head of a dove lying on a pile of straw and pressed it down.
“Don’t mess around.”
“Curr… courr!”
“It’s noisy, so shut up.”
I smashed the pigeon’s head to the ground, then forced the beak open and stuffed the rice straw into it.
The fallen dove flapped its wings.
“You don’t seem to know the situation. What a great race, right now you’re just a pig-like pigeon chick. Do you understand? If you twist it, try transforming into that proud dragon.”
<This, this bastard is this… … .>
“You still don’t know?”
I smirked and stepped on his head.
A fragile skull. With just a little bit of force, his head will shatter like potato chips.
<If you kill me… … I can’t use black dragon blood!>
“It doesn’t matter. Just think you stepped on poop and get a new stamp. It’s better than being beaten by a chicken who doesn’t even know the subject.”
I applied very little force to my toes.
“Queuck!”
The dove fluttered furiously.
I expected the contamination, but I didn’t know it would be like this.
I was quite annoyed. To the extent that it doesn’t matter what the engraving is.
Because I almost got into a bad situation.
<Now, wait! wait!>
“Why should I?”
<If you kill me… … .>
“Because I don’t need it.”
<Don’t kill me! I don’t want to go back there!>
“Kwaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeg
The pigeon that had vomited up the rice straw wriggled from side to side.
“Do you understand the situation now?”
<Ah, got it! Don’t ask for it back!>
“It’s nice to know, even if it’s late.”
I loosened my feet.
The pigeon panted and lay on its side.
“Okay, gugukon.”
<Dude! I am Halgion Siraos. in the beginning… … .>
I moved my foot
<Call it whatever you like.>
“okay.”
It seems that there is a seat now.
I sat down on the rice straw and started asking questions one by one.
I made up words that didn’t match the front and back, so I put it in a bucket of water for about a minute, and I vomited up the truth.
“Black Dragon Blood wasn’t in a perfect state.”
<… … yes.>
Gugukon replied as if resigned.
<You had a different personality than the other heroes I knew. I thought you could be my vessel, not just lend me strength.>
indeed.
It seems that the test this guy meant was completely different from what I thought.
“So you pretended to fall over and hit the back of the head?”
“coo…….”
Gugukon’s head drooped.
According to this guy’s explanation, the black dragon blood imprinted on me is incomplete.
In order to move the body, after subtracting the elements that should be in the imprint, special magic was added.
“Why did you do that?”
<I was trapped there for tens of thousands of years. It’s what I wanted to get out of. And just in time, you, an unusual human being, appeared before me. How can you not agree?>
“Hmm.”
<I don’t want to go back again>
Gugukon shook his head several times.
<I know the situation your heroes are in. I know what happened to Taonier and what the goddess did. She did a great job.>
“You mean selling this place to another dimension?”
<Yes. It can’t be done easily.>
Well, judging by the way he speaks, he seems to have already penetrated the truth of this world.
No need for cumbersome explanations.
“So… what use are you?”
“Gu? Goo!”
I squeezed the head of Gugu-Kon who was tilting his head.
“Tell me how you can help me.”
<Hey, wait!>
“Whether you’ve been there for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, I don’t know. If you’re going to save the bastard you stabbed in the back, shouldn’t there be a good reason for that? You’re going to gather here and eat it?”
“Goowook!”
When I released my hand, Gugu-Kon opened its beak.
<If I’m by your side… … You can bring out the true power of the Black Dragon!>
“Really? What else is there besides hardening?”
<Black dragon blood doesn’t harden. It is a blessing that has come down from the beginning. It is the providence and dominion that penetrates the origin of the universe.>
Gugukon limped and stood on the rice straw, spreading his wings to the sides.
At the same time, his eyes flashed and the dragon’s pupils came to mind.
<What the hybrid black dragon you faced is only a thousandth of its full strength.>
Count X. This is it.
<Yes. You already inherited my blood. Even without me, you should be able to use a portion of your power. However, if this body does not help, it cannot exert its true power.>
“True power?”
<The ability to control the movement of the universe and stars.>
Gugu-Kon flapped its wings.
Dark red lightning bolted from behind Gugukon’s back, forming the shape of a dragon.
Then he put his wings out in front of him.
Jiying.
The branch at the door of the stable was sucked into Gugukon’s wings.
Gugukon held out a branch to me.
<That is gravity.>
“…”
<Black Dragon Rin is just a by-product. If you get the qualifications later, you will be able to wield that great power.>
“Do I need you for that?”
<Yes! I can’t do without this body! It’s a very difficult and difficult job!>
Gugu-Kon held out his chest to me.
<By an ancient oath, everything I said is true.>
“……Hmm.”
I knew it was strange.
If it was simple immunity, there was no way I couldn’t break through this guy’s defense. However, this guy did not suffer a single wound in the slashing with numerous attributes. It meant that some other force was at work.
‘It’s true that it’s a huge monster.’
I couldn’t even bring out the dragon in its original form.
This guy was the top class among Advent monsters I’ve met.
“hey.”
<Why but.>
“Are there three more like you?”
Because it’s called the four generations.
<Yes. But I am the strongest!>
“First of all, put the engraving back and tell me. He said he left it out on purpose.”
<Heh. Don’t be surprised.>
Gugukon stuck out its front wings to me.
Paperweight! Dark red lightning began to penetrate my left arm.
This time there was no ominous feeling like before.
[Bara night!]
[Engraving is complete.]
[‘Han(★★★★)’ has a special ability engraved on her body!]
[True Black Dragon Blood (S, Lv.1)]
[Blood proving the pure lineage of the ancient black dragon.]
[Effect: All attribute defense + 20%]
[Unique Skill: 1. Black Dragon Rin (Duration: 1 second)]
[※There are many other unknown skills.]
I glanced at the engraving description window.
Not much has been added. The one-line explanation that there was an unknown skill was all.
‘You’ve risen to S rank.’
It may not make much of a difference now.
However, as the level and specs of the imprint rise, the hidden ability will gradually be revealed.
That would be the ‘qualification’ that guy said.
I turned my left arm.
There doesn’t seem to be much difference, but at the end of the movement, a strange sensation came along.
It felt like my arms had been stretched to three.
If you had a tail, would it feel like this?
“hey.”
<Why?>
“I said earlier that there are three more guys like you.”
<Hmph, you mean those bitches. Don’t talk.>
Gugukon clicked his tongue in displeasure.
If this guy is the ancestor of one of the four major families, there must be similar beings in the other three families.
‘I guess there are at least 3 more S-class marks in Taoni.’
this is quite lucky
Like the belonging hero, the imprint is different for each account.
However, there were many places where there was no A grade, let alone S grade.
‘If you bring all the other three… … .’
I laughed.
It’s not some drag ball.
Having a lot of imprints is not necessarily a good thing.
It’s a matter of how to grow and use it.
‘If the opportunity arises, I’ll give it to the other kids.’
It doesn’t mean that I alone have a higher spec.
<If you use my power properly, you will be able to become invincible.>
“That’s because there are so many monsters. Anyway, it’s good to have you, right?”
<That’s right. Just by being near me, the source of power, you can awaken your hidden abilities. I can help you.>
“I see.”
I smiled and looked at my left arm.
He held the sword in his right hand.
‘Let’s try an experiment.’
I knew instinctively how to write.
It was similar to the feeling when using a skill. I took a deep breath and lifted the feeling.
[Engraving activated!]
Charleuk!
In an instant, scales sprouted from his entire left arm.
Black scales protruded from the sleeve of his left arm.
Without hesitation, I thrust the sword into my forearm.
[This hero is immune to physical damage!]
Caang!
At the same time as the blade was repelled, the scales quickly disappeared.
It will still be like this. It only lasted 1 second. It seems that there is quite a bit of time to activate it.
It seemed like my body was tired.
You have to practice constantly.
In order to use it in actual combat, it was necessary to train to use it with Exceed or the Swordsman Soul.
<Hahahaha! How is it? Do you feel the infinite power?>
“…”
with a plop!
I grabbed Goo-Goo-Kon by the nape of his neck and threw it into the water bottle.
“Kwu, kurrureu!”
<Why?!>
“I’m not good at talking.”
