I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 123
Chapter 123
Mom?
T h is w as copi e d f ro m k i ng mt l . o r g
[Aah! Aaaah! Child, my child!]
Every time a spirit died, she instinctively sensed the death of her children. She was on the brink of madness, helplessly feeling the deaths of her spirits.
If she were to go completely mad, the remaining spirits would also be consumed by magic and become dangerous entities akin to monsters.
Thus, she clung to the last thread of sanity. She endured what felt like the agony of being torn apart alive, and though she was finally rescued, she wasn’t in her right mind.
T hi s w a s co p i e d f r o m k i ng m t l . o r g
T h is wa s c o p i ed f r om k i ngm t l . o r g
Boom, crackle!
The immense energy she emitted shook the room. Lian crouched, driving the demon sword into the floor.
Creak, creak.
The ornate chandelier on the ceiling swayed back and forth. The light illuminating the room flickered like a scene from a horror movie. Lian looked up at the spirit mother, who was exuding dark energy.
‘Hmm, what should I do?’
[Hmph, she’s quite impressive.]
Lian was startled by the excited spirit, and the demon sword was impressed by the spirit’s dramatic entrance.
Whoosh!
Meanwhile, a swirling force of darkness began to form around the spirit’s body. Unlike magic, this dark power, belonging to the spirit of darkness, coalesced into spheres the size of torsos. There seemed to be dozens of them, obscuring the spirit’s form.
‘Gargandoa, can you subdue her without injury?’
[Spirits reincarnate even if they die. Just kill her easily.]
‘No, I promised to bring her back properly.’
Th i s w a s c o p i e d fr o m k i n g m tl . o r g
Just before the demon sword’s response came, the turbulent air suddenly calmed. It felt like the calm before a storm.
Crackle.
The dozens of spheres pulsed like hearts before rushing towards Lian.
Boom! Crash! Crackle!
Lian rolled swiftly, dodging the incoming attacks. The attacks, much like guided missiles, pursued him relentlessly.
Bang! Crack! Boom!
The narrow margin attacks landed where Lian had just been. Unable to harm the spirit directly, Lian could only dodge.
The demon sword, designed with killing in mind, had its functions mostly oriented towards shedding blood. Thus, a technique for subduing without injuries was something the demon sword had never imagined.
As the demon sword tried to think of a way, Lian continued to dodge the attacks as if he were dancing.
The problem was that his dance looked less like a dignified noble’s dance and more like a frivolous and taunting one.
Like when he evaded Mia’s (the female dark wizard shocked by the organ) attacks by bending his waist into a C-shape, Lian twisted his body by stepping and stretching.
“Ugh… Refreshing.”
Amidst this, a black sphere caught by the gag filter paused midair, engaging in a bizarre dance with Lian.
T h i s w a s co p i e d f r o m k ing mt l . o rg
If the spirit had enough sanity to perceive the absurd spectacle, she might have been shocked back to full sanity.
Even without sanity, if the opponent dodged all attacks like a cockroach, they would instinctively change their attack method. The spirit also stopped instinctively launching the black spheres.
“Ah…”
Lian raised his head and looked directly at the spirit again.
Unlike the young spirits, her appearance was very human-like, with black hair cascading down to her waist, eyes raised in anger, and a murderous expression – not to mention her beautiful yet fearsome appearance.
Lian’s mind went blank for a moment as he stared at the large piece of cloth covering her enormously fierce chest.
Not missing the opportunity, the spirit summoned a sword made of dark power and rushed towards Lian. If ranged attacks didn’t work, a direct assault would suffice.
In the moment she attempted to slash Lian’s neck while he was staring blankly,
Faced with the approaching ample chest, Lian instinctively thought of someone.
“…Mom?”
[…!]
Due to the gag world’s rules, he’d never seen the important parts in detail, but he could discern the shape and size even with clothes on.
Lian could confidently say that he had never seen anyone with a chest as large as his mom’s in his life.
Facing what he thought was his mother’s exclusive attribute, Lian reflexively uttered, “Mom.”
Though he regained his senses belatedly, the spirit’s sword was already right at his nose. Inside, Lian screamed.
Reattaching a severed neck was incredibly difficult. While affixing the neck, the body became defenseless. If attacked in that state and the body was mutilated, it would take a long time to recover.
Piecing together a shattered body was like assembling a 100-piece puzzle – tedious and time-consuming. Lian didn’t want to deal with such a troublesome task.
‘Ga-Gargandoa, why aren’t you doing anything?’
In such a dangerous situation, the demon sword had always stepped up, so Lian’s face was marred with confusion when it remained silent.
[Well—…]
Before the demon sword’s response fully reached him, white light flashed, and his view turned pitch black.
“Mmph!”
T h i s w as c o p i e d f r om k i ngm tl. org
A soft, warm, yet suffocating mass of flesh enveloped Lian’s face.
[Attacking when the opponent has withdrawn their killing intent is not a ‘stylish’ action.]
With the demon sword’s remark, a heavy blow sent Lian tumbling backward. Contrary to his expectation of hitting the floor, he floated gently. At the same time, the darkness covering his face lifted.
“Huh, huh?”
Lian uttered a dazed sound, trying to grasp the sudden change in situation. His face was half-buried between the spirit’s breasts, his body suspended in mid-air by some force. The back of his head and neck were being patted gently by the spirit.
T h i s w a s c o pi ed f r o m k ing m tl . or g
Rolling his eyes upward, he saw that the fierce spirit was gone, replaced by the tenderly smiling ‘spirit mother.’
[Child, child…]
Spirits can sense the power of words. Even when sanity is almost lost, they can discern if the word “mom” spoken by Lian was genuinely meant for their mother.
Lian had sincerely thought of his mother when he uttered the word, leading the spirit to mistake him as her child. Hence, he was being rewarded… or rather, patted.
It took five minutes of gentle pats for Lian to regain his senses. Finally, attempting to break free from her embrace, she smiled softly like a mother handling a child’s tantrum, refusing to let go of him.
“…!”
The pressure from behind his head made Lian freeze again. He almost dropped the demon sword from his hand. The spirit’s chest wielded an ominous power.
Desperately trying to regain his composure, Lian repeated to himself,
T hi s w a s c op ie d fr o m k in g m t l.o r g
‘Th-this is mom… yes, mom’s chest. It’s mom’s chest, so stay calm.’
Oddly enough, that thought worked well. Given that both mothers(?) were similar in size and the current situation felt quite familiar. Lian’s mother always had a habit of clinging to Lian’s shoulder and whining after work.
Thanks to those experiences, Lian barely maintained his sanity.
‘Phew… At least it seems things ended well, so I should get out of here quickly.’
Lian decided to head out while carrying the spirit on his back. At that moment, a familiar spirit flew in from outside the door.
T h i s wa s c o pied f r o m k i n g m t l. o r g
[The mustache man is coming!]
The spirit hastily flew to Lian, then was startled upon seeing its mother.
[M-Mother…]
Sniffing and whimpering, the spirit approached, and she reached out to stroke the young spirit. The spirit cried out [Waaah!] and clung to her shoulder.
The young spirit, smaller than a one-year-old baby, couldn’t wrap around the 2-meter spirit mother, so it hung onto the edge of her shoulder.
‘First, let’s hide.’
It would be easier to assess the opponent and attack after identifying them, so he hid behind the curtain that separated the room from the lab, despite it being torn at the edges by the spirit’s attack.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Soon, rough footsteps were heard outside, and a mustached man, disheveled and panting, appeared beyond the broken door.
“Huff, huff… Damn! My, my experiment!”
Seeing the empty place where the spirit mother and spirit king were held, he let out a whimper.
T h is w as c o p ie d f r o m k i ng m t l . o r g
“No, no. Do you think I’ll fail just because of this?”
Staggering, he approached the split and collapsed desk. Then he retrieved a bag lodged in there and began hurriedly stuffing it with research-related papers from the drawer.
“With these results, I can start again. First, I need to escape here and head to the Demon King’s castle. As long as I have these results… Yes, with this, Erboan will surely value me greatly.”
He muttered like a madman, obsessed with reviving his failed investments on the brink of disaster. Once he seemed to have gathered all the documents, he tucked the bag under his arm and tried to hastily exit the room.
“Wait.”
At that moment, Lian stepped out from behind the curtain, looking at the man. The man, who froze on the spot, turned trembling to face him.
End of Chapter.
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