Human beings are always forgetting.

When you meet something you don't like, you forget; When encountering embarrassing things, forgetting; When you encounter something painful, you forget; When you encounter something that you can't look back on, you forget.

So human beings are creatures that are constantly deceiving themselves.

However, no matter how much you choose to forget, when you encounter the same thing again, you will remember it. Because "forgetting" does not really throw it out of the back, but forever seals it in a corner of the depths of the heart, waiting for time to decay, weather, and be forgotten by the whole world.

But will things really work out that way? Is it true that forgotten things will never be brought up again? Is it true that the darkness that has been experienced will not be experienced again?

Lynn didn't know if anyone else would experience this kind of thing again, he only knew that the darkest moment of his life, the moment that he had sealed away and could not recall with his brain, which was close to the most advanced computer of the modern age, had befallen him again.

(I really didn't expect it, I thought it was over completely when I had the opportunity to experience such a thing again in this life.) ）

On the body, the shameful restraint clothing restricts his movements, and the clothing of special materials can make people "uncomfortable" to the greatest extent after being specially designed, which ignores the structure of the human body mechanics only to restrain the meaning of existence, every time Lynn moves his limbs, he will be staggered, torn, and forcibly joined together, which can make adult strong men cry and cry, and it is indeed imposed on Lynn's thin body every moment.

(Ah, ah, now that I think about it, really)

Forcibly pressed on the shoulders, blindfolded, forced to move forward in this seemingly endless corridor, each step of the restraint clothes on the body will give a lot of oppression to all parts of the body, but the bigger problem is that the house where he was imprisoned before was basically not connected to the magic of Dayuan, perhaps for security reasons, the concentration of magic outside the detention room is several times the general amount, people who have lived here for a long time can adapt to this concentration, but Lynn who has just walked out of the place where the magic is almost exhausted, At this moment, he felt a great pain as if the blood vessels were torn—not an exaggerated embellishment, but a tear in the true sense of the word, and every moment enough countless capillaries to burst, and the nerve endings seemed to burn, and on the seventh step after leaving the place where he was imprisoned, his body was stained crimson with crimson.

(The fate of the loser in this game is really tragic, and he has to suffer this kind of thing before he dies)

(It's really unpleasant)

Feeling the footsteps of the person pressing him stop, Lynn raised her head slightly and showed a miserable smile.

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Magicians are sane creatures. This sentence is a model of magicians, whether it is to use relatives as a tool for reproduction, or to transform one's own body at will, or to wantonly slaughter ordinary people, as long as it is beneficial to him, these can be done.

What the? You say that at least the Magic Society is a little more protective of ordinary people? Don't be funny, those guys from the Magic Association are even more sane and terrifying. As long as it's in the interest. No matter how many civilians are sacrificed, as long as the principle of concealment can be kept, there is no problem. That said, there are limits to everything. When a person dies, at most people close to him will lament. But if 10 or 100 people die, the public authorities will come out. As a result, the situation escalated to the point where a single person could not afford to hide, and the Magic Society took action - but this was also for the basic principle of secrecy, which had nothing to do with morality.

At the end of the day, magicians have classified themselves as human beings, and the so-called ethical guidelines are often not inscribed in their blood from the beginning.

However, there are still a few outliers from time to time, such as Rin Tosaka, such as Nishi, and Lynn of "now".

But most magicians don't care about that, they just care about their own research - even if it's with their former colleagues or those close to them.

"Puff~!"

The muscles were sliced open by a sharp silver scalpel, and the blood of the Dead Apostles reacted violently, with a sharp, steam jet sound emanating from the subject's veins.

"Click~!"

The bones that were still connected to the nerves were mercilessly removed, not by the kind of elaborate craftsmanship, but by brute force.

"Puff~!"

The internal organs were ripped out, but before they could hit the ground, they began to slowly regenerate due to the effect of the blood of the Dead Apostles.

"It's perfect, such a regenerative ability strengthened to the extreme by the blood of the Dead Apostles, this perfect body that has been cursed by the world is so beautiful."

While covering his face with his hands in a trance, and waving the scalpel mercilessly, the old magician let out a cry as if he was about to climax.

The most striking thing about this magic workshop created for the purpose of dissection is not the stone bed overgrown with thorns and aconitum grass, but a huge bottomless pit underneath.

The old magician looked ecstatic, holding the heart that had just been cut from Lynn's body and was still beating, as if it were a supreme treasure in his hand.

Cautiously poking out his tongue and licking the blood that was still dripping from it, the old magician shouted in surprise: "Still alive!" Still alive! ”

Then he turned his head away and continued to look at Lynn with greedy eyes.

"It's unbelievable that you're still alive after being stripped of your internal organs."

"Ahem."

Lynn coughed a few times, spit out a pool of blood and mucus, and showed a bleak smile: "Well, I can't beat Xiaoqiang, this"

Lynn's words didn't continue, because a sterling silver scalpel shot out of the old magician's hand, just right to poke Lynn's vocal tract, and in a burst of black air, Lynn's vocal voice was completely burned.

"Is silver unusually small?" The old magician, who had calmed down, made a thoughtful voice and beckoned the attendant beside him to take out a quill and poke Lynn directly into her guts, using his blood as ink to write something on a roll of parchment.

"Next is mercury, and you have thirty minutes to restore the body tissues."

threw the internal organs and limbs that fell to the ground into the bottomless huge pit next to the stone bed without care. The old magician smiled merrily.

"Until then, let me check if your brain is spiritualized."

Then, how long have the days passed? How long has Lynn been in this place for an unknown number of years? Lynn, who was still on the stone bed, didn't know.

In this dark magic workshop, only the sound of painful whimpering and cutting limbs kept ringing.

Sometimes, even when darkness has come and despair has begun to spread, it takes a long time for those who are suffering to come to an end or to be delivered.

Or rather, liberation is

Lynn lay on his back on the stone bed, and after a long time, the thorns growing on the stone bed had already wrapped around his ribs and spine, and the aconitum grass that was full of blood containing his magical power also grew on him wantonly, greedily drawing nutrients from his veins.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

A man with a hood and a face that could not be seen clearly walked in, carrying a wooden barrel covered in dirt. It was filled with foul-smelling slime. Ordinary potions are like this, but this kind of potion that is obviously shoddy and shoddy, providing the most basic nutrients, cannot provide even a trace of superfluous power.

The feeding was of course just as rough, the thick wooden spoon directly stretched the broken gums, and the jailer poured the dirty potion from the barrel directly into Lynn's stomach pouch as if it were too time-consuming.

The smell of the viscous stench rushed into the nasal mucosa, which had only recently recovered, and the young prisoner was indeed drinking the potions greedily.

"Hmph, what kind of young prodigy, 'magician of magicians', isn't he just a test subject like a stupid mortal?"

A mouthful of foul-smelling sticky phlegm spat onto Lynn's face, and with the pleasure of insulting the genius, the jailer laughed and walked out of the cell.

Then, there is silence.

In the last experiment, the eyeball was tested for acid resistance, and the lens that had been tilted with a large amount of solid acid has not regrown until now.

After a long career of experimentation, even the bottomless stone pit has not been filled with nearly half of Lynn's blood remains, and there are faint signs of a large number of monsters living on the mud-like flesh and blood.

It seems to be a gate to hell, more like an altar to evil gods. Who would have thought that all this blood sludge belonged to one person?

"Ahh

Half-banged, a sound like rusty iron grinding came from Lynn's mouth.

"Alaala, I didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing just to blow up the designated department of the seal. Although I have heard of the darkness of the magic world in your country for a long time, this is the first time I have seen itSo, boy, who are you and what have you done? ”

A crisp female voice suddenly appeared in this magic workshop that seemed to be a hellish picture scroll.

"Why don't you have a face?" There is curiosity in the voice, even though it is a mature female voice, as if it is a child who has not grown up.

Of course, because my face was cut off from the last test, and now it should be in the pool of blood below.

The rare brain, which turned sluggish and rusty, and had the sharp horns of a unicorn stuck in it, gathered all the remaining computing power, and the test boy came up with such an answer.

"I see."

Although Lynn didn't answer, the female voice muttered to herself as if she knew his answer.

"So"

"Young man, do you want to go out?"

It's called Lynn. Helsin. What Yugdomrainia's thirteen-year-old boy and some unreliable magician had heard when they first met him, he had almost lost his personality at the time, did not answer.

But

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"Now, I'm qualified to answer." Gently moving his muscles and bones, Ren Ping's special material restraint clothes rubbed against the skin roughly, and the blood of the bursting capillaries flowed down.

The slightly long hair was like a wriggling snake under the magician's will, untying the heavy restraints on his head, and then Lynn opened her scarlet eyes and looked at the pool of blood in front of her with a rather strange mood.

"Really, you think that reenacting my dark experience will break my will? Shadow of the Void, you underestimate me too much. ”

"Take him down."

The old "magician" commanded the "jailer" in panic, but was immediately knocked out by the magic storm set off by Lynn's body.

This is a special technique called [Mana Release], which is generally only possible for strong warriors to master, but if you don't care about your own magic circuit and physical condition, a magician who is good at mana circulation can also release it.

Glancing at the "boy" on the stone bed, his internal organs spread out like angel wings, Lynn smiled indifferently.

"So Shadow of Nothingness, do you have any other means?"

"If not, the second game is about to begin."

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PS: Hmm, this is a connection to Lynn's black history in the first volume...... Although we don't think we have written a good QAQ

PS2: Sure enough, she's a friendly quarrel

PS3: So I asked for some recommendation votes to comfort us, and it feels good to see someone speaking in the book review area