The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 166



Save Me

A very old ruins site somewhere.

Malik had returned to this place after a brief absence, having been there for hundreds of years.

His appearance was noticeably different from his usual playful self.

The reason he came back here with such a serious look was simple, but heavy.

“see···.”

He had come here to double-check the information he had compiled about the presence of what was believed to be an evil spirit in the world.

Malik has been alive for 1,000 years, unable to die, since he was bound by an old contract.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t taste anything, and I couldn’t talk to anyone because I was a skeleton.

To him, the feeling of joy was like an oasis in the desert, something that only existed but could not be reached.

There was little Malik could do.

Or wander around and look for traces of old, seemingly impossible contracts,

Or, like this historic site right now, get stuck somewhere and get lost in an unsolvable mystery.

1,000 years is not a short period of time.

He discovered many ancient traces, prophecies, and ruins that still exist today.

Also, I was able to learn countless facts that I didn’t know before through immersion.

“Found it.”

His research materials that he found in this way. A kind of prophecy created by connecting ancient traces and passages scattered across the continent.

Malik frowned.

“So that’s what it meant… At first I thought it was some kind of nonsense….”

Reading something quietly.

“The primordial evil will scatter the seven sins it has swallowed throughout the world.”

“You will deceive time with false evil and escape from the guillotine made of light.”

“After four false lives and four deaths, you will finish four meals···.”

With a snap, Malik’s fingers turned the page.

“The primordial evil that has completed the four stages will become true evil, and will cast the gate of destiny where only destruction exists over all that exists.”

“There is only one way to prevent this, and there is only one Savior who can make this way happen.”

“You who will be devoured by fate. Find the one who can open fate. Find the sword that determines good and evil and offer it to him. Help him put the thoughts of the seven deadly sins into the sword.”

Chlap, the bookshelf flips over again.

“If so, the savior who has escaped fate will swing the sword and cut down the primordial evil···.”

“It will open the gates of destiny where only destruction, the original evil wish, exists.”

Malik’s fingers and eyes stopped moving. He wasn’t lost in thought.

However, it was creepy to realize that it wasn’t me who recited the last verse.

“That was the phrase.”

An unfamiliar voice.

Malik quickly drew back his mana and stepped back.

“you···.”

Black hair, blazing red eyes.

The fucking man who led Malik 1,000 years ago.

“Berheim···.”

“long time no see.”

“···I won’t die.”

If that was the case, the captain wouldn’t have said something as casual as ‘It’s been a while’ to Malik.

“Yes. I remember. You were one of those who followed Berheim and coveted his fame.”

“···Where did you get your nonsense? I’ve never met you in person before.”

“That may have been the case with me. But it’s not like that with this guy, is it?”

The man with black hair chuckled, tapping his head with his index finger.

Malik was greatly shaken when he saw that. Because, in his mind, he knew exactly what that action meant.

‘Even the memories of Berheim were swallowed. That means…’

That guy won’t be able to stop me even if the Berheim of the past comes back to life.

“Interesting. You know so much about me. I commend you. You are the first man to come closer to me than any of my children… no, closer than anyone else.”

“Thank you. Then, what, would you like me to give you a reward or something? Or···.”

Malik, who was saying that with a cheeky expression, immediately kicked his foot and swung his sword.

With maximum speed and power.

widely!

But the man with black hair leisurely picked up the sword with two fingers.

Sigh, the man is smiling leisurely.

“Would you like to share a room with me?”

Malik, who was spitting out words in a hushed tone, poured maximum output of mana into the sword he was holding.

Kwaaang!

Mana and mana rubbed together, causing a large explosion.

Fragments of the sword and blade scattered everywhere, and a cloud of light formed as mana exploded, brightly covering the world.

After that, countless clouds of dust began to rise. Malik hurriedly pulled his body out, using the dust and light as a curtain, and started running at full speed.

To get away from the author, who is believed to be an evil spirit.

The evil spirit hasn’t made any moves yet, so I guess I’ll be able to escape safely.

Malik thought so.

“I’m sorry.”

Until the voice of a man standing somewhere I couldn’t see came to my ear as if he were not even right next to me.

“I’m hoping so.”

The man’s voice.

“I hope that you will not be able to tell anyone the truth you have learned.”

It continued blandly.

****

In a flat tone, Hilda spoke to Diane.

“Can you see it?”

Unable to hide his pleased expression, he waved the letter he had received directly from the Pope of the Holy Land.

“At this level, you can be called the proud head of Aden Academy.”

It was only natural that Hilda would be pleased. After all, the letter contained nothing but praise, thanks, and praise-worthy remarks about Camel’s accomplishments in the Holy Land.

Dian, who was watching the scene, thought to herself.

“That’s amazing! Very much. Even the warrior I followed couldn’t do this. But what did he do? Why are you acting so selfish when you didn’t do anything for me?”

Thinking so, Dian controlled her expression and said.

‘It is truly amazing and a blessing. All of this is possible thanks to the principal’s tireless efforts to think only of the academy.’

“I wonder if she was happy to hear that,” Hilda answered with a broad smile.

“Diane, you···.”

“Is it because you lost your ex? You’ve completely lost your mind.”

Kwajik!

“Cough!”

It was only then that Dian, who had been beaten by Hilda, realized.

The fact that he said out loud what he thought inside, and that he thought inside what he should have said out loud.

“Come here. I’ll take this opportunity to get your mind….”

Hilda, who had been hit hard, grumbled and tried to swing her fist again, but Dian, who did not want to get hit again, hurriedly took out a piece of paper from her bosom and showed it to her.

“Ugh… Okay, wait a minute. Let me show you this first. It’s true that Camel is proud, but it’s not always when she’s happy.”

“···what?”

“Jikel, this is the letter my friend sent me.”

“Jikel?”

“I heard you were called up this time.”

“What is meant by summons···”

“Yes, there it is. The ‘Table of Destruction.’”

“hmm···.”

Hilda snatched the paper that Diane was waving, grumbling.

It was only natural. The ‘Table of Destruction’, the secret group that Jikel belonged to, was a group that had a great influence on the continent, knowingly or unknowingly.

“As you know, the ‘Table of Destruction’ was established under the pretext of protecting the balance of the world, and has been passed down only to the blood relatives of the original members who were the original power holders···.”

“It has long since degenerated into a cult that believes that the resurrection of Bulginus is the only salvation for this world.”

After saying that, Hilda slowly began to read the letter that Jikel had written.

My eyebrows naturally furrowed. The handwriting was trembling and the sentences were written without any care for spelling, perhaps because of the urgency, but the message was clear.

“The members of the ‘Table of Destruction’, who did not even bow their heads to the Seven Deadly Sins, are preparing diligently and preparing their weapons to welcome someone···.”

Hilda asked Diane, her eyes tightly shut.

“Do you know what this means?”

“There has only been one entity throughout history that was higher in rank than the Seven Deadly Sins.”

“···Evil spirit.”

“If that being really appeared in this world again···.”

“Camel, I’m going after that kid.”

After hearing Diane’s words, Hilda was silent for a moment.

How long did this static atmosphere last?

Hilda sighed deeply, opened her eyes and asked.

“Diane, how many do you think there are?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Those who have the strength and will to fight back, and can come here immediately.”

“···I don’t know about the will, but I can’t think of even five people with the strength to do that.”

“Then contact those who come to mind right away. Tell them to come here.”

Hilda said, getting up.

“I will also contact everyone.”

Hilda looked out the window for a moment at the rain falling steadily, then muttered softly.

This child, at least, must be protected no matter what happens.

****

My father, who lost a lot of money in coins in his previous life, always used to say,

-“I have to protect my own body.”

I almost thought that was a cool thing to say. If only my father hadn’t said that while running away with me like the wind to avoid the debt collectors’ demands.

I didn’t hate my father, but I didn’t respect him either, so I forgot his words, which were like his last words. To be honest, I thought it had nothing to do with me.

‘I have to protect my own body.’

So far, it feels like the most fucked up thing in my life.

Bam!

He blocked something with his wrist, which was full of mana.

What touched my arm was someone’s delicate palm.

But, in my palm, I felt a weight and power greater than that of a rock.

Phew!

I tried to endure it somehow, but the ground under my feet caved in.

“Oh, you stopped it?”

The pretty eyes of the beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair draw a curve.

A dazzlingly beautiful eye smile.

But having spent so much time with her, I know better than anyone what those graceful curves mean.

‘I’m not that angry.’

It seems that my teacher, whom I haven’t seen in a long time, is so angry that his anger gauge has reached the max.

The reason was so obvious.

The disciple he had raised in the chicken coop for a long time ran away.

And then he finally found the runaway disciple and tried to discipline him, but the disciple so arrogantly blocked his whipping.

It was as natural for a teacher with a narrow understanding like a needle’s eye to be angry as it was for a man to like a woman.

‘If it were like before···.’

I thought he’d be lying down for about a month, so I would have just avoided the vital points and hit him.

Not now. Because, looking at the Master’s condition, if he kept getting beaten up like that, he would be bedridden for a month or so.

And above all···.

“Su, the chief blocked that witch’s attack···!”

“Why did you stop that? Shit, we’re going to get hurt too!”

“scared···.”

“Academy… I’ll be kicked out tomorrow.”

This is because, unlike the days when I used to get beaten up alone, I now have social status and social status.

Even among those countless gazes, there were many pretty women.

‘Absolutely not.’

I hated being beaten like a rag in front of everyone, like a public execution, more than dying.

“Teacher… no, professor… let’s talk for a moment….”

So, I tried to have a conversation, even though it was difficult.

“Conversation? Disciple… no, I don’t think the cadet knows what conversation is.”

“It is an act done between humans, or between those who are qualified.”

The attempt failed.

Kwajik!

I hastily stepped back, and Master completely destroyed the spot with his fist.

The scattered debris on the floor,

In between, you can see your classmates who have already taken refuge in the distance.

and.

“Come here.”

The teacher approached me with a sinister smile.

After seeing that sight, I prayed earnestly to the author, God, for the first time since I was possessed by another world.

‘Save me.’

While using mana burn to its limit.