Chapter 16 In short, we survived

After all, I accepted the protagonist's constitution from that weirdo in the first place, because he promised me that if I accepted this constitution, I could save someone who was very important to me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That miracle really happened.

And the night half a month ago, I, who was seriously injured by Olivia, miraculously and suddenly healed my own injuries.

I don't know if a miracle will happen to me again if I beg with all my might again.

But that's all I have.

I prayed with all my might, and then I felt it again, the feeling of my heart being held.

Of course, no one held my heart, and if I did, it was a feeling that my soul was about to be broken up, and it felt like it was going to be crushed.

Useful or useless information, out of nowhere, poured into my mind, and it felt like my brain was about to burn out.

Just like in front of Olivia half a month ago, 1 second was as long as a year, and my whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

I shouldn't have been hurt again, but I felt like something deeper in me was broken.

Then, I noticed that the fractures and bruises all over my body were gone in this short moment.

I felt like I had been skinned just now, but at least I could move.

It was at this point that I truly confirmed that it was not a coincidence that my prayer had been turned into reality, but that it was the power of my own special constitution.

Not missing this opportunity, I immediately jumped up and punched the masked servant in the face.

I was hit suddenly by this blow, and the masked servant, who was not heavy, was beaten back again and again.

I didn't give him another chance, and I rushed up with a combination punch.

Press it against the wall on the other side of the hallway, and attack him by all means I can.

Punches, kicks, headbutts.

However, although this guy's weight is not heavy, his body is unexpectedly durable, and his body is still not damaged when he is attacked like this.

At the end of the day, there has never been evidence that his body is only human strength.

I don't know how many seconds there will be when he won't be able to use magic, but there is no point in me recovering my body if I continue like this.

Helplessly, I once again used the kind of power I had.

If my kind of power can respond to my desire to restore my body, then can it also respond to my desire and make my next punch strong enough to punch this guy through?

I don't know if it's okay, but that's all I can pray for.

Once again, it was as if my mind was once again shaken in every sense of the word, and my mind was burned again by the mysterious flow of information that almost made me unconscious.

However, compared to the previous healing of the body, the pain this time is slightly lighter.

When I came back to my senses, my clenched fist had already been punched.

Just as I had prayed, the punch was like a cannonball, completely piercing the masked servant's body and creating a deep pit in the wall behind the servant.

I didn't feel like punching at all, and I didn't feel any kind of power.

This punch was defined as "a punch through the target" and then swung out on its own, exactly as I had just wished.

This time, he was really mortally wounded.

Unlike humans, he has no blood coming out.

His body faded away, and the underneath his clothes became empty.

The magician-like tuxedo also turned into ashes, leaving only a cyan mask with a smiling face in the center of the ashes.

"Won—ah."

I slowly picked up the cyan mask and held it in my hand as if to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

Even I can't believe that I, an ordinary human, have really defeated this A-class servant who has no chance of winning.

No, even I don't feel like I'm just a human being.

Recovering from a near-death injury in an instant, and delivering such a powerful blow, if it weren't for that, I should have gone to Hades a long time ago.

This is probably one of the abilities of the "protagonist", and I realized that as long as I try my best to imagine and make a wish, this imagination can become a reality, at least my own imagination will become a reality.

However, I can also be sure that this is definitely not a convenient ability, and it is not like in some novels or games, where a person's subconscious delusions can change the world.

Having experienced the feeling of being oppressed and clutching at the heart, I probably understood that this was something akin to a ritual.

"The ability to sell your soul, you will die if you use it a few more times, it shouldn't be such a setting......

It's much harder to heal yourself instantly than it is to throw a powerful punch, so it costs more, so it makes sense.

In the past, I would never believe it, but now it can explain the current situation very well.

In conclusion, it is better not to use this ability until the essence of it is determined.

However, just as I was thinking about my abilities, I suddenly saw several people coming in front of me.

Why are there people here? It's a simple question, this is a hotel.

Olivia seems to have said that she had set up an enchantment around this area in advance to hide people's eyes, so I didn't see any unrelated people when I fought with the Kamen Servant.

However, with Olivia already falling, this barrier must not last long.

And what do the ordinary people who come here think when they see the depression left by the Servant in the wall and the scratches around the corridor due to the spatial cut?

"You're—"

Seeing this, a man accosted me.

And at this time-

"Zhao Jie, run!"

Just then, I heard Olivia shouting to me with all her might.

"If you stay here any longer, you'll be in big trouble."

It does feel that way.

So, without saying a word, I ran backwards and picked up Olivia.

"Hey, who are you!?"

The man seemed to treat me like a suspicious person, with a hostile look in his eyes, but, after all, he was not a policeman, and I could tell that although he tried to stop me, he didn't have the courage to stop me.

I'm going to be in trouble if I show my face here.

So, I lowered my head, took the cyan mask left by the masked servant just now, and turned around.

"If you cherish life, don't meddle in this matter."

I don't know if it's the reason for the mask, but when I said this to him, he stared blankly at this side, so I didn't know what he was looking at.

However, I don't have that spare time to care about him.

I fled from the side staircase with Olivia in my arms.