Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse - Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse chapter 142

To the south of this land (3)

Jiik-.

Lightly draw your toenails down.

Along with him, the claw blade imbued with blue magic cut through the hard ground with a sharp cutting sound.

Kung-!

The cracked wall collapsed with a heavy noise.

[…]

Winter took a step down to reveal itself.

In the black darkness.

However, on the sharp edge of winter, the two pupils penetrated the darkness.

It was a pitch-black darkness that shouldn’t have been seen, but it wasn’t for him.

It was winter, born as a beast of the forest.

He managed to step down the stairs in the dark where nothing could be seen.

‘…How far did the stairs go?’

The winter that went down for such a long time.

Suddenly, he looked down at his own feet.

[…]

Suddenly, Winter looked down at her own feet.

…You can see that the layer of dust that has settled down is thick enough to be layer by layer.

‘No one’s footprints. It’s just dust.’

In other words, even within this Mage Tower, where countless visitors must have reached since the end of the age.

This place proves that no one else has visited for a very long time.

Perhaps Winter was the first visitor to appear here.

Of course, there must have been visitors before.

After all, this was part of the facilities of the Mage Tower.

But in the present, only Winter was the only one who came down to find useful old artifacts in these ruins.

The stairs leading to this basement floor have been hidden by collapsed ruins.

Winter stared at the bottom of the dark stairs.

There was something beyond, so deep that even his gaze could not penetrate.

‘I can feel the thick mana. There must be something down there.’

Even Winter himself couldn’t figure out what it was.

However, it seemed clear that it was something unusual.

Even in the Magic Tower, it was hidden very secretly, as if conscious of the eyes of others.

The leaking magical energy was extremely quiet.

A handful, or not even that much.

To the extent that no one would have known if it wasn’t for someone who had a sense of magical power as keen as Winter’s.

Perhaps, if he hadn’t visited this place, I wondered if the secret that lay dormant here for the rest of my life would not have been confirmed.

Anyway, that was the point.

‘That means there’s something hidden down here with so much effort…’

What exactly is that?

There is no jaw not to be concerned about.

Gooh Oh-.

Finally, Winter came down the stairs.

Then, what was visible over there was an endlessly long ‘passage’.

[…?]

Winter’s eyebrows twitched.

He made a rare impression.

Winter doubted his own eyes at the scene he was facing.

‘…What is this?’

I forgot. Flash.

To my surprise, the lights were on.

It was an electric light.

Even though it was faintly flickering as if it would go off at any moment,

Surprisingly, the selfishness of civilization that remained in the past era remains even now, after countless hours, without extinguishing the residual fire.

‘Is this possible?’

The electricity is on.

In other words, it was clear that there were facilities of that kind left over here.

‘It has a generator.’

Beyond this, its own power is operating?

It’s impossible.

But this was reality.

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Then there is only one reason.

Even if civilization completely subsides, something so important that a separate power plant would have to be run.

That, too, deserves to be preserved with such certainty that it will not budge even after twenty or more years.

Something like that.

A bruise. Bruise.

Winter walked quietly through the long aisle.

Every time his large body took a step, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in this quiet space.

At first, he was very nervous at the thought that something might appear.

But after a while, his tension was quickly relieved.

There was nothing here to put his tension to shame.

Let alone pretending to be popular, not even traces of people.

Perhaps this place has been forgotten even in the memory of the preservers who tried to preserve it.

Well, even so, it was an unusual time.

A very long time had passed, so it was more natural to regard it that way.

Tak.

With that, we finally arrived at the end of the aisle.

[…]

Winter stared at the closed door on the other side.

That was the only thing that existed at the end of this passage. There was nothing else.

‘Can I get in?’

The question was only for a moment.

As winter stood in front of me, the door that had been moving with faint power opened smoothly.

Just.

The door only operated until it opened correctly.

With that alone, the light was turned off with a rattling sound. As if there was no more power left to activate the door.

The door stopped open.

Sure.

As winter entered, the inside was revealed by a glowing electric light.

‘What is this place?’

The inside was truly bizarre.

There were all kinds of creatures.

Bubbling…

Even now, I can see monsters trapped in the green culture fluid bubbling with bubbles.

The usual goblins and orcs, as well as some other races such as elves and dwarves, were also visible.

Are you a research institute? Maybe.

Because I heard a lot about research on the ecology of dungeons and monsters in the Mage Tower.

‘But this… Was a laboratory that conducted more illegal experiments than that.’

Intellectuals, including humans.

So, I saw an experiment on beings that could talk, such as elves and dwarves.

All of the insides, including the body organs, were dismantled and exposed, trapped in the culture medium and floating.

It was a terrible sight to see in the winter, which had been hunting and eating raw food.

But this wasn’t what Winter was looking for.

Although these were powered by electricity and maintained their shape, they were not bought.

Because the vitality was so dry, even magic power was almost non-existent.

What winter felt was deeper inside.

It was very strange that I was at the place I reached in that way.

‘…What, what. This?’

Leakage-. New fluid -.

It was the only living being.

It was a naked little girl.

A very young girl, probably in her early or mid-teens.

She wasn’t completely dismembered like the other lifeforms that had previously been found dead trapped in a green culture medium.

She was still alive and breathing.

With each inhalation and exhalation, the white belly of the girl moves up and down.

It is dazzling.

It was not an illusion.

I didn’t mean ‘physically’ dazzling.

It has a more essential meaning than that.

In other words, it meant that the magical nature of life itself was brilliant.

It was a brilliant vitality that I had never seen before.

‘How could such a creature exist?’

Surprised Winter was just standing there.

I just stared at the girl for a while, still.

That absurd brightness comes from the person in front of her eyes.

At the same time, one unmistakable certainty rises in my mind.

Whatever this could be, one thing was clear.

‘This is absolutely not an ordinary existence.’

I’m not just a human or an elf.

It was not like a high-ranking wizard with outstanding talent and talent.

It wasn’t just a creature that fell into the category of normal creatures.

It is located at a much higher level than that.

It was a life of a higher dimension.

It was a fact that I could notice because it was winter where I could read the inner essence of magic itself.

Sug-.

As if bewitched,

The moment the girl put her own big forepaw into the green culture capsule it was in.

Winter felt his own consciousness sinking.

‘ㅡuh…?’

Consciousness begins to sink rapidly.

As if someone was forced to sleep.

Or, if not, as if it were about to collapse.

‘What is this…?!’

As if water is being sucked in through the pipes below,

‘Stop it…!’

Winter hurriedly began to adjust his consciousness to control the control over his own consciousness, but the resistance was short-lived.

In the end, pulled by an irresistible force of gravity, his consciousness quickly sank to the bottom of the surface.

‘Kuh…!’

But that was the moment.

The ring.

‘Hmm?’

At the sound of the alarm that suddenly came to mind, his head turned to the front.

A message appeared before my eyes.

‘What is it?’

The moment he questioned it, the text quickly turned into a series of new messages.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

[A critical crossroads has been detected.]

[The ‘fluctuating’ trait, the precognitive dream of the dreamer is activated.]

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

It was a message I remembered seeing before.

Now, he was once again approaching the foreknowledge of the future that would happen without even a hint.

‘What, what? Suddenly like this?’

At that moment.

Without anyone saying anything, the precognitive dream was suddenly activated, and the consciousness of winter began to fade in an instant.