That's not what you can call a painful sensation anymore. Once, Cheese pondered what was the most painful thing in the world, and what could trigger it. He also asked many of the people in the Ashen Tower about it, but most of them dismissed it as casual talk in small talk, and what they said was more worried than painful. Of the many respondents, only two of them were the most impressive. The first was the sleeper, who told Cheese that ignorance was the most terrible, and the second was Ann Lina, who said that the fire burning from within was the greatest pain.

The Master did not doubt the words of these two men, because what they said was their own experience. As a spellcaster who excels at dreams, the sleeper is asleep for a long time, and sleep is mostly a means of recovery, but not for her. As a result, she thinks more about sleep, and she always says that although her biological age is about the same as that of Cheese, she actually lives far less than Cheese. That meant that she wasn't always dreaming when she was asleep for a long time for sleep magic, and the time she didn't have to dream seemed to her as if it didn't exist.

Nothingness, that's a terrible thing indeed. Cheese himself feels this way, and it gets stronger as he gets older, and sometimes he wakes up from bed and suddenly feels a sense of loss when he looks at what is in front of him. It was that he was confused about what he had done since he was born, and he didn't know if his actions would have real meaning. Although the wizards always say that mortals waste their lives on meaningless matters, how can they deny that their lives have not been wasted? Which is more true, the unseek-seeking truth, or the house that a farmer has spent decades purchasing? Is there a day, when a wizard finds that truth, that he realizes that he has only spent more effort to buy a larger house. What about the time you spend?

It's a problem that sleepers can't escape, and cheese is trying to escape. As for how to escape, the mage chose to deliberately fill his time with thoughts, so that he didn't have to face the problem. Aside from the pain of this nothingness, An Lina's answer may be closer to the answer to the question that the mage really wanted to ask. Cheese also believed that Anna Lina, who had treated him like a mother, must have passed on to him the worst experience of her long life as a Bloodline. Because in some small talk, Ann Lina told Cheese that she had wanted to know herself many times.

As a blood clan of An Lina's level, it is difficult to deal with ordinary vampires, even the scorching sun at noon can only burn her to a charred corpse, and when the sun is deflected, her interior will be rejuvenated again. It's just that although An Lina wants to kill herself many times, she has no hobby of suffering, and many ways to commit suicide stop after she tries it once, because it is too painful, and the most close to death, and the most important thing that makes her not want to try again is to drink clean water. The so-called pure water does not mean holy water in the conventional religious sense. Ann Lina only told Cheese that it was the most powerful poison for all blood and things born of magic, and she didn't elaborate on its exact nature and why she didn't die after drinking the most powerful poison.

What she told Cheese was the torture that the pure water had caused to her after drinking it would never be experienced again. It is a scorching heat from within, scorching the body and spirit, which not only causes the body to react in all kinds of twists under severe pain, but also evokes a series of negative emotions such as anxiety, restlessness, anger, hysteria, and so on. And those negative emotions will breed this burning feeling, and the cycle will repeat, and there is no escape.

Now that the mage was suffering from both, his body and mind being dragged into the burning hell under the impression of a magical void, his mind had to face the question he had been avoiding for so long, what was he doing, what was the meaning and value of his life, and if he died here, what was left of him, would the gray robe called Cheese have no future with the physical death? He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't think about anything other than these damn questions. This is something that the Lord of the Grey Tower has never mentioned.

Thought, like a hollow, devours the remnants of Cheese's will and reason, and all his knowledge, ambitions, and consciousness are attracted by the hollow and become a victim in the whirlpool. Gradually, he couldn't even condense his thoughts, and his mind degraded back to his childhood, no, the cheese of his childhood was smart enough, he was degrading towards his early childhood, only instinct, only the most primitive part of instinct.

"Teacher, I'm still sticking to my plan. I know you're right to be worried, it's too dangerous for the individual and for the world. So I'm going to separate the lab from the Grey Tower, and from the world, so that no matter what happens, what's going on inside the lab won't leak. In this way, I only have to take my own life. ”...

"This should be adjusted here, well, let's just record this part in elven script, just to note that the meaning of this word is biased. Teacher, you shouldn't be here. No, I don't need to rest. What did I write, you asked? Just notes, but none of them could be used by anyone else, and I was dealing with something that couldn't be recorded in our language, so these notes were just information passwords that I made up through personal associations. Unless someone can live a life that is no different from mine, he will not be able to understand the true meaning of these passwords. ”...

"Teacher, don't come here again. My research has reached a very dangerous place, and I have a hunch that I will get results soon. To do this, I had to increase the frequency of my experiments. What are you doing here? You're trying to force me to stop? No, it's impossible! I'm going to succeed! I'm going to understand them! And your spells don't work for me. I, have changed. ”

It seems that something that has been sealed for a long time has been opened in the spirit of the horse, and at a time when Cheese's self-consciousness is almost completely lost, many vague but unusually real fragments of memories emerge from the bottom of his consciousness. And, along with these memories, there are other things. Those things overflowed from the body and consciousness like black mud, and they took over every part of it arrogantly by the hollow and shriveled body of the magic at this time. From the inside to the outside, these strange things began to transform the flesh of Cheese, and the heat generated by the accumulation of magic power was ruthlessly devoured by it. If you look at it from an outsider's point of view, you can see that a large number of chain patterns are beginning to appear on the cheese's skin, but these patterns seem to have been eaten by monsters that can eat iron and gold.

"Something is not right. "I have bad feelings. "I hate it. The multi-headed monster that was licking Atta in mid-air with its tongue with the worm that came out of its stomach stopped its blasphemous behavior, and its cloudy eyes looked neatly at a human who had fallen not far away. The human must have died a long time ago, and he had been there for a while.

Coincidentally, the imps who had bitten off the throat of the Count of Montenegro and were eating him all stopped moving, and they carefully curled up their bodies and moved closer to their masters. The evil centaur cannibal also put down the ears he had just cut off, and the sharpened teeth rubbed up and down uneasily, and he suddenly felt a chill in his body.

The prostrate man stood up. It's just that it's hard to say that what stands up is still not human.

"Kill them. The sorcerer who had lost his gray robe, or who had been a sorcerer, muttered, its eyes like two deep pools, with an indescribable chaos.