Chapter 3: Flesh and Soul Forging

So, if you ask questions, martial arts, techniques, these things rely on the body, then, what does magic rely on?

The answer is the soul, and only a strong soul can sustain the mysterious thing and allow the magician to perform miracles. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The mysteries and qualifications that have been accumulated over the years will eventually become something called the magic circuit, probably, right?

Well, there is no natural magic circuit, just make it yourself.

The insects were peeled apart, and the most essential fibers were picked out with a knife, and spread them in the shallow sink, which was filled with sections of gray-white fibers, and just one look at it made Shinji shudder.

"What is this?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"It's your magic loop"

Dirty Yan stopped his hand and smiled grimly at Shinji before continuing his work.

Shinji didn't understand.

"Isn't the magic circuit invisible?"

He didn't dispute whether or not he wanted to accept such a disgusting-looking modification, because there was no doubt that it couldn't be useful.

He only wanted to understand one thing now, what was in the pool.

"That's right, Shinji, of course the magic circuit of an ordinary magician is invisible, but you're not like Shinji, you're a waste"

Jian Tong said happily, looking Shen Er up and down from time to time with a negative gaze, as if he wanted to decide where to go under the knife.

"You don't have your own magic circuit, so I have to make it for you, you see these things, it's the body of the Tick Worm, Shinji, make them into a network of tandem bodies, and then sew them into your body while you're still young and malleable, ah... Isn't it great? Shinji?"

Shinji shuddered from the depths of his soul.

The old man's horror and viciousness are beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination.

Although it was just a fluttering word, Shinji could fully imagine what an evil and twisted process it was.

Using a scalpel to separate the skin, muscles, and bones, and then brutally stuffing those scattered things into the body, whether there will be allergies and rejection reactions, not to mention, just the practice of not considering the psychology of the recipient is already a real madman.

Shinji, whose limbs were trembling, naturally did not escape the eyes of the dirty researcher.

I don't know how many years of life the insect envoy stopped his movements again, looked at him, and laughed again.

"Why, are you scared? But it's too late, Shinji, people can't regret their choices, you should understand that, right?"

"Of course"

Although his scalp was numb, he still responded recklessly.

"That's good - this seems to be enough, come here, let's get started"

Dirty Yan beckoned to him, and then, unable to resist, his body moved on its own.

His hands and feet were stiff and he didn't obey the call, and walked over to that side on his own. Frightened Shinji.

“・・・！？”

"Don't worry, it's just a simple hint - but if you can't even hold this up, hmph, unexpectedly, the quality is amazingly bad."

Shinji was placed on a makeshift operating table, and then Dirty Ken picked up the knife.

"Don't worry, if you feel the pain, you're still alive—"

Then, without anesthesia or sterilization, the cold-glowing blade cut through his skin and muscles like slicing cream.

"- Whoa, a

Shinji's screams rang out instantly.

The blade cut every bundle of muscles, and the pain of cutting every millimeter was so distinct, it only took a moment for cold sweat to wet the clothes, and then, the shouting was hoarse.

――It was the result of Shinji's throat being dumb.

The screams of fear and pain to the extreme, in just a moment, tear the vocal cords.

"Oh, what a spirit"

Dirty Yan nodded happily, still waving the blade slowly in his hand.

Whew――

Whew――

The sound of flesh and blood splitting woke Shinji from the brink of coma again and again, obviously the pain of being dismembered, but he didn't even have the right to die.

Both hands and feet were immobilized and then dissected.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, it's just the left hand"

The sound of dirty grinding and chattering revealed the joy of horror.

"There's a lot more, Shinji, liver, kidneys, ah, do I want to show you? You know, it's a rare experience to be able to see your own organs... Oh, by the way, and your vocal cords, since they're broken, the heir of the Maki family, can't he be a dumb person-you're right? Shinji?"

His eyes almost burst from his sockets, and Shinji couldn't hear anything anymore.

Blood filled the vision, and the pain still hit again and again.

The throat filled with the smell of fishy sweet rust, gurgling like a broken bellows. Hidden in the hoarse whistling sound was a wail of extreme pain.

No one can hear, no one can be saved.

Sakura, who was abandoned in the corner, clutched her ears tightly, closed her eyes, and cowered in the corner, trembling with all her might.

However, it doesn't matter.

Dirty Ken doesn't care about her anymore, he has better toys, and Shinji - he doesn't have that kind of leisure anymore.

"Oh, let's try it, come, try to accept it, kid, you should believe that you can take it"

Dirty Ken took out a piece of fresh white cord sewn from the pool of worm fibers, and without any tenderness in his hand, he stuffed it directly into Shinji's left arm, which had been cut open and the flesh was clearly visible to the bone.

Shinji's already numb body trembled violently again.

In order to prevent excessive blood loss, Dirty Ken took some blood bags and infusion tools from other places, inserted them in his right hand, and continued Shinji's life with magic.

Then, the needle and thread were taken out.

With the thread of magic, it was really stitch after stitch, and under Shinji's desperate gaze, sewed the body of a seven-year-old child—even if it was only for a short moment, it was already like an abandoned rag doll.

Then, there is the right arm.

Left leg.

Right.

and, the body.

The knife slice through Shinji's body, exposing his fresh and warm organs to the air.

But Dirty Ken didn't care about that, he just sewed more white ropes together, then combined it rudely with Shinji's body, and finally sewed it up again.

He didn't care about any aesthetics, and he didn't care about failure.

So, like that, the pain lasted for three hours.

"It's funny, you actually survived, Shinji"

Dirty Yan's tone after everything was over, and it was so playful that it was terrifying.

It was a tone of joy, like a child torturing bees with cruelty, plucking out their stings and seeing that they did not die immediately.

A vicious smile that doesn't contain any malice.

However, Shinji can't see it anymore.

At the end of the operation, his head was also cut open and the foreign body was buried.

He didn't know how he had survived, or why he hadn't died immediately for a surgical effort that was clearly beyond human comprehension.

In fact, he didn't have time to think about that.

Now, he has been deeply captured by these connected 'networks', and has sunk into a world where he can't distinguish everything by sight...

There is no time, no light or shadow, not even the form of matter.

He could not speak, he could not hear, he could not see, he could only suffer in that endless agony called 'nothing'.

This is where he came from.

Ken Maki made an artificial magic circuit for him, sinking him into the place where he was born.

And the result of this is that if you can't wake up, it's no different from dying.

Will he be able to wake up?

He himself is unconscious, and Dirty Research will not care.

The only thing I'm worried about for this unknown person is Sakura, who has been tortured before...

"Let's go Sakura, let's go out"

Dirty Ken laughed, took Sakura's hand, and pulled her out of the basement.

The trembling girl didn't dare to make any rebuttal, so she could only silently follow the rickety old man, but in the end, she couldn't help it, mustered up the greatest courage, and asked tremblingly.

"What about him?"

She's talking about Shinji.

Dirty Yan understood, and so, he smiled.

"That's not him, it's your brother, you know?Sakura, I'm grateful to him... Shinji is him, but the messenger of justice."

Dirty Yan smiled happily.

He didn't mean to laugh at Shinji, because he didn't hate the messenger of justice.

Yes, never, never hated.

It would be nice if there were people like this all over the world, right?

Even if it is a hypocrite, but the whole world is a world of hypocrites, isn't it much better than a world where the whole world is a real villain?

Even if everyone is in a position to maintain a false peace, it is better than following the wild nature and waging the war again and again according to one's own will.

- Isn't that so?

"Are you a hypocrite?"

He muttered happily to himself and continued to walk forward.

"Let's go Sakura, forget about it, you won't have a chance to come back"