Possessed in a Thousand Novels - Possessed in a Thousand Novels chapter 57

8. Zombie and Immortal(7)

Taang-

With a gunshot, the shaman fell from the lower rooftop across the street. A fatal blow that was clearly felt even in the dark of dawn. Raina, who was looking at him more anxiously than Siwoo from the side, clenched his fist.

Afterwards, when Raina shined her flashlight, the sight she saw was even more gruesome. The puddle of blood that spread so large that it made one wonder if there had been this much blood in a person was proof of death that Siwoo was accustomed to seeing.

However, Siwoo’s expression did not look refreshed.

“… “He’s not dead.”

“What?”

“Look at that.”

Raina tilted her head for a moment when she saw the puddle of blood that Siu pointed to, but then her eyes widened.

At some point, the pool of blood stopped spreading, and at some point, it was being sucked back into the shaman’s body.

Siwoo, who was seeing this, held onto his rifle, aimed, and fired another shot.

Taang-

The shaman’s head, shattered by the bullet, soon began to be reassembled again, ignoring gravity.

Siwoo clicked his tongue when he saw the sight.

“For some reason, there were no defensive spells. “Did you believe this?”

“… Why not just bury it in the ground? “Like a vampire.”

“Well. “I can’t summon gnomes indefinitely, so I guess it’s just a waste of time.”

Of course, just taking time would be meaningful. Because there are 500 Siwoos here. Even if she only had half a day, the female captain would have found a way to kill that guy.

However, the problem was that Siwoo now had almost no power left. He created a sinkhole with gnomes, was countersummoned once, and even used the spirit’s power to track his man for nearly 30 minutes. Even though he had recovered some of his power over the course of 30 minutes, he still had enough left to maintain even the spirit summoning.

Siwoo suddenly thought about what if he was a high-ranking spiritist.

‘It would have been easy to just create a lava sea and throw it in.’

It was an impossible method now.

In his haste, Siwoo shot him in the head one more time. He didn’t think he would be able to slow it down even a minute, judging by the faster and faster playback speed, but for now, it was enough.

After gaining a reasonable amount of time, Siwoo quickly opened a chat window and called the person who would be most helpful in this situation.

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-Zombie Siu: @ Jusul Siwoo @ Jusul Siwoo @ Jusul Siwoo @ Jusul Siwoo @ Jusul Siwoo

-Zombie Siwoo: Hey, come quickly.

-Zombie Siu: I think I really f*cked up.

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However, Jusul Siu did not respond.

Why is he sleeping? Considering that he gave him this and that advice during the day, it was a reasonable time target.

Afterwards, Siu called Siu’s shaman a few more times before quitting and looked at the shaman who was beginning to regenerate his body. Except for the hole in the clothes on his chest, he looked clean as if he had never been shot in the first place.

Siwoo felt a little uncomfortable.

‘Commonly… Is the regenerative power like that?’

Trivial and starIt’s a question that doesn’t seem to be true. However, it might be a clue to kill the shaman. Siwoo tried to focus on that sense of discomfort.

However, the shaman did not give Si-woo time. The shaman who came to his senses felt his chest for a moment, then turned his head and made eye contact with Siu. Siwoo felt an eerie feeling and held his gun like a spear.

Fortunately, the other person’s mental state was good. The shaman’s eyes, drenched in maddening adrenaline and endorphins, were closer to those of a zombie than a human. Only then would you not have the spirit to use magic.

As expected from Si-woo, the shaman instead of fighting from a distance, made a large leap and landed on the rooftop where Si-woo was standing. As his body is immortal, his physical abilities seem to surpass those of humans. Siwoo used his inner strength to avoid the charging shaman. A shaman who is swayed by inertia.

Siwoo picked up his gun and lightly fired three shots. Because of his excessive breathing, his two feet missed. The wind hole left by his first step was filled so quickly that it was clearly visible to Siwoo.

The shaman crouched for a moment even after his wounds healed, and then used his magic to create the shape of a sword. The anticipation surrounding that blade was unusual. Siwoo was wary of the shaman and thought about the possibility of having to run away in his head. I don’t know if Siwoo is good at witchcraft, but from the perspective of an outsider, how can he destroy that?

The shaman crouched for a moment after forming the blade, but then spread out his body like a flower in full bloom and rushed towards Si-woo. Siwoo swung his gun to block the approaching sword and pierced the shaman’s solar plexus with the tip of the barrel.

Then he grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger.

Taang-

However, the shaman, as if he could no longer feel pain, ignored that and rushed at him. Seeing the sight, which was close to being a vicious murderer, Si-woo made a disgusted expression and kicked the shaman with his powerful leg. Using the power of aim correction magic, he randomly fired his gun at the shaman. The shaman who had become a beehive fell down, and his fragments flew out into pieces and spread across the rooftop.

The moment he saw that, an inspiration flashed through Siwoo’s mind, but he couldn’t catch it with his brain already consumed by the excitement of battle.

The shaman, whose entire body was incapacitated, fell silent. The body, which did not even rise or fall on its back, was clearly that of a corpse, but a new spell was already being created at the shaman’s fingertips.

Si-woo, seeing that shocking sight, trembled.

It occurred to me that maybe today, he might die.

‘… No.’

Siwoo clenched his fists and shook off the ominous thoughts.

He must never be defeated.

His death is the end of hope and the destruction of humanity.

If I couldn’t win, I had to run away at least. He somehow survived, so he had to plot the next one. He, the only clue to overcoming the zombie outbreak, must not die here.

No, even if that is not the case. He had no desire to die.

With that intention, Siwoo focused on defense rather than offense. Rather than defeating the shaman, he began to think of a way to escape safely. The body filled with energy and the body strengthened by magic repeatedly advanced and retreated, colliding precariously on the rooftop.

At first glance, the fight between the two seemed like it was from the Middle Ages, and it seemed like there would never be a winner or loser until daybreak.

Unlike Siwoo’s inner strength, which was gradually drying out and showing its bottom, the shaman’s body did not seem to have any intention of getting tired at all.

In the meantime, Siwoo tried several ways to escape.He couldn’t run away alone, leaving Rayna behind, so he focused the shaman’s attention on himself, crossed several buildings, and moved the battlefield away from Rayna. He also tried to see if he could hide by using the gun to temporarily incapacitate her. .

However, the shaman was persistent, and in the end, Siwoo was caught by the shaman and had to fight.

And now, the shaman attacked Siwoo again. He had already been shot dozens of times throughout the day and was already beside himself with endless pain, but even so, the charge had a destructive power that could not be ignored.

Siwoo forcibly squeezed his weakened muscles, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. He planned to use the gun’s stopping power to buy time.

But instead of bullets, the gun let out a terrible metallic sound.

Crash.

“… !!!”

A bullet was chewed in the chamber.

Embarrassed, Siwoo hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the hot barrel and tried to swing the gun like a bat. The response was very quick, though.

The speed at which the shaman dug in was faster.

Wickedness-

Siwoo’s right arm fell with a tickling sound as if paper was being cut. The shaman’s blade dripping with his blood. Siwoo looked at his right shoulder with unrealistic eyes.

What am I seeing right now? I still have my right arm. The sensations are vivid too. Even now, if you hold your right hand this tightly, you can hold a gun like this…

“Ahhhhh!

“Siwoo!!!”

Hearing Siwoo’s desperate screams, Raina called his name. But the shaman paid no heed and raised his sword again.

The target is Siwoo’s heart.

Siwoo barely managed to twist his body and give up his left arm.

“Off… Hmm…”

Si-woo shed tears due to the pain that left him speechless and the immense sense of loss.

In a place that now felt like it was far away, a distant gunshot rang out. The shaman standing in the blurred vision seemed to be turning his head.

Raina. It’s Raina’s gun. Siwoo thought.

‘I’d rather live alone. ‘I’m going to die anyway.’

But contrary to his thoughts, Siwoo still wanted to live.

The increasingly sluggish judgment went as the desire hoped.

I want to live. But how do we live? Even though I spent everything, I still lost. Am I going to die like the other 500 people?

‘No, there are some things I didn’t write.’

What was it? Ah, divine power. But you didn’t write that. Why couldn’t I use it? That’s right. I didn’t understand the meaning of the scriptures. That was the last part.

But what was that phrase?

‘In the end, one hundred and thirty stars will shine brightly and seven stars will rise.’

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I don’t know.

Even if I knew from the beginning, would it make any difference? There’s just so much you can do with your newly awakened divine power.

…

As his thoughts tilted toward giving up, a flash of light flashed through Siwoo’s mind.

Memories of the real world that I always miss. The sh*tty things that have happened in this world. Survival. Hard days. A chat window that gave me some comfort. And spirits. The days of practicing all kinds of spiritual abilities.

And, the day I first received the scripture in question. The first verse he read out loud.

＜Br＞ ‘In the beginning there were seven. When God gathered the seven and contained the possibilities of all things, the world was finally opened.’

The moment he remembered that, Siwoo’s eyes, which had been closed, opened brightly.

In Siwoo’s eerily clear voice, he recited words that were not even found in the scriptures.

“The day when all branches of the world close. The day when only one will remain. “The day when one person descends to become the world.”

“There is a final light, and an army of a thousand men will arrive.”

“They join forces against one thing.”

“In the end, one hundred and thirty stars will shine brightly and seven stars will rise.”

“And so…”

A new world will open again.

At that moment, as if the whole world was filled with light, Siwoo’s vision was instantly filled with brilliant light.

Siwoo’s two arms had sprouted new ones.

“This… What…”

After the excitement of battle subsided, Siwoo looked down at his body in confusion.

My body was already in peak condition, so it didn’t feel real at all. It felt like what happened earlier had been a bad dream.

Si-Woo barely managed to get his mind to move away from him and got up. Anyway, we are in a battle now, and we have to fight.

Then a tearing scream was heard.

“aaah!”

“Reina!”

Siwoo, who understood the situation, jumped between the buildings and rushed at the shaman.

It wasn’t about kicking the opportunity to escape. Now that the excitement of battle has subsided, Siwoo sees a clear path to victory.

Siwoo pushed down the shaman who was trying to finish Raina with all his strength and checked Raina’s condition. Her body was in tatters as she had been stabbed multiple times with her sword over a short period of time.

Siwoo saw her and raised her divine power. It wasn’t difficult at all. Although it was his first time using it, Siwoo was able to manipulate this divine power as if it were his own.

“Heel.”

At that moment, Reina’s body was engulfed in dazzling brilliance, and soon all her wounds healed without a trace.

At that time, the shaman, who had lost his ability to judge, rushed at me like a wild boar. His lunge with the sword in front of him was not something Siwoo could block with his bare hands.

Siwoo had no intention of stopping in the first place.

Suddenly-

Falling right arm. Siwoo looked at it silently and raised his divine power.

And a new arm grew.

“… !!!”

A shaman who is astonished by a phenomenon he cannot accept. Siwoo grabbed the unconscious shaman by the collar and threw him away. The shaman who flew to the edge of the rooftop coughed.

At this moment, the sun was rising behind Si-woo, and Si-woo was shining softly in the light.

The shaman didn’t like that.

The shaman used a spell to temporarily block Si-woo’s vision and grabbed Si-woo’s back. And just as he was about to run over and cut off his neck with his single sword.

The shaman could not go any further.

This is because, just like when he saw Si-woo in front, he was shining softly when he saw Si-woo from behind.

That was not normal light at all.

It’s like.

It looked like a halo that was seen on ancient saints. ＜Br＞

“Have you done everything now?”

Siwoo picked up his severed right arm and threw it at the confused shaman. The shaman suddenly took it and looked at Si-woo. The shaman, who had been shot by dozens of bullets, had his skull shattered seven times, and suffered pain that would have killed an ordinary person hundreds of times from shock, was no longer able to make normal judgments.

Therefore, the shaman repeatedly stabbed, stabbed, and stabbed Si-woo, who slowly approached him. However, not a single drop of blood came from Siwoo’s body. His wounds healed immediately, and under the protection of his divine power, Siu did not feel any pain.

Si-woo looked down at the shaman, who was still holding Si-woo’s right arm tightly with one hand, and talked about the method he thought of to check his reaction.

“I didn’t think about it while we were fighting… When I thought about it slowly, it didn’t make sense. “Nothing in this world is infinite, and the same goes for witchcraft.”

At that moment, Si-Woo remembered Mugi-Si-Woo’s world. His world was a world in which martial arts had been used too much for a long time, and the world’s energy had dried up, making it impossible to build up much.

Likewise, neither magic nor martial arts were miracles that created something from nothing. On the contrary, it is just a technology that is more faithful to the laws of physics than anyone else.

So what about the shaman’s body?

“Then your regenerative ability must also be used up somehow. Making the most of your original body is… “It’s probably a way to slow down that consumption as much as possible.”

The way it was played from the beginning was strange.

The super regenerative ability that is usually depicted in creative works is like growing new flesh and new arms, not collecting and reassembling already spilled blood like that shaman.

Still, what is the reason for using that method? That implied one thing.

The shaman’s spell cannot handle the level of wear and tear that causes new skin to grow.

“So, all you have to do is destroy your body to the point where it can’t regenerate at all.”

Siwoo finished speaking and checked the shaman’s reaction, but he was no longer in a state where he could hear anyone. His brain, the most important human organ, had broken down and he could no longer move.

Human zombie. Or worse.

Siwoo was a little disappointed and grabbed the shaman’s neck with one hand, extending his arm over the rooftop railing. The shaman was stiff as a corpse in the air.

And when Siwoo slowly loosens his grip on his hand and tries to drop the shaman.

The shaman simply uttered one word.

“Im… Mor… Tal.”

With those words, Siwoo completely let go of his grip, and the shaman began to fall.

Siu extended his hand towards Siu’s right arm, which the shaman was still holding tightly.

“Body explosion.”

Kwaang-

With a powerful explosion, pieces of the shaman’s body exploded in the air and scattered in all directions. Each one of them looked like a piece of a corpse.

The idea was in line with the inspiration Siwoo had missed during the battle.

The body pieces that have fallen off from the main body are no different from corpses.

‘So, that means you can use Corpse Explosion.’

A smile appeared on Siwoo’s lips. The long and difficult fight has come to an end.

And now it was time to take the last step toward the end.

Siwoo took a wide view. He caught all the falling pieces of the shaman’s body at a glance. And targeting all of them –

He used the final magic to end the battle.

“Body explosion.”

Boom- boom- boom-

At the same time, small pieces exploded like firecrackers, and the zombie who dreamed of immortality died completely.

To humans who truly possess divine power that is close to immortality.

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-Zombie Siu: @ Sajesiu

-Zombie Siu: Is your original divine power strong enough to sprout new limbs as soon as you first awaken?

-Priest Siu: No.

-Priest Siu: When you first awaken, it takes 10 minutes to heal a paper cut, right?

-Zombie Siu: Why am I like this from the beginning?

-Priest Siu: Wait a minute. I think I heard someone actually say that.

-Priest Siu: I will ask the sister and come back.

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-Priest Siu: I found out who it is.

-Zombie Siu: Who is it?

-Priest Siu: A saint from our church.

-Zombie Siu: ?

-Zombie Siu: I’m a guy?

-Priest Siu: A man can be a saint.

-Priest Siu: In fact, aren’t half of the saints male?

-Zombie Siwoo: Ah, TS water…

-Zombie Siu: No, I’m a saint who uses corpse explosion then?

-Priest Siu: ㅇㅇ It would be perfect if you cut off your own hand and use it as a grenade hahahaha.

-Priest Siu: This is a f*cking scam, really.

-Zombie Siwoo: What a f*cking scam.

-Zombie Siu: There’s nothing a priest can’t say to a saint.

-Priest Siu: Yes, it’s not my religion~ Look for heretics~

-Zombie Siu: f*ck it.

-Zombie Siu: But the creation of divine power was done by the Creator God, right?

-Priest Siu: I think so? It’s probably there because I gave it to you.

-London Siwoo: Oh, should I try to believe in God too?

-London Siwoo: I think I would be less anxious if I had divine powers.

-Elanciou: The island bastard will trust me in the Anglican Church hahahaha.

-London City: Yes, it’s a thousand times better than Protestants who can’t drink alcohol.

-Pastor Siu: ? What a good doctrine it is not to drink alcohol.

-Shaolin Siu: Amitabha Tree and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva… I’m craving soju with pork belly, sir.

-Zombie Siwoo: So, Changjo Siwoo gave it to you?

-Zombie Siu: If you understand God’s will, you will be imbued with divine power with God’s permission.

-Zombie Siu: Was it possible to interfere in another dimension like this?

-Chang Jo Si-woo: … ? I never gave you anything like that?

-Zombie Siu: ?

-Creation Siu: From *what kind of being* did you receive divine power?

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