Mr. Magical Girl

Chapter: 139. Cluster (3)

We’re here.

In the endless darkness of the commune,

something finally changed in her eyes, Haram Lee.

It was as if a tremendous problem had arisen in the foundational work,

with sharp stones protruding from the gray ceiling.

To escape that place, he clung to the edge of the cliff and threw a punch.

BAM

With a fierce collision sound and backlash,

a massive hole appeared in the space that had blocked reality and the well,

but because I exerted such force,

the cliff that had been my platform crumbled.

I’m falling.

He thought that way. So calmly, as if watching someone else’s actions.

He tried to think of his next move in the brief shock that followed, but…

SWISH

Suddenly, the tentacles attached to his clothes moved,

gripping the cliff and pulling his body up.

He stared blankly at the cliff again and climbed while thinking.

…This is moving.

He thought that and tried to move his wings or tentacles, but this time, they showed no signs of moving.

Filled with doubt, he tilted his head left and right for a moment and reached out into the void, but…

Still, the tentacles didn’t respond and merely wiggled in place.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

It’s not like it’s something that sprouts every time.

Still, it was a relief to have saved some time to climb back up.

THUMP THUMP

He kept repeating that.

Breaking stones, ruining the foundation,

and moving toward a place where he felt some inexplicable intuition.

Why?

I don’t know.

It just felt like someone was calling him from this direction.

He hammered the concrete,
which had an incomprehensible hardness.

Perhaps because it was the wall separating the Otherworld and your world, it had such strength.

He guessed that and continued hammering.

The foundation crumbled and fell.

He failed to grip with the tentacles.

He crawled back up.

He struck the ceiling again.

For an eternity.

Again, again.

To reach it.

Perhaps this is the final wall.

Thinking that way, he swung his fist,

and the concrete ceiling shattered like a sugar sculpture, unlike before.

It was weak.

As he exited through the hole, it was a dark sewer.

Where had all the flowing slime gone? The place was clean and empty.

There was no business to be done here…

I guess I’ll have to go up.

Kneeling, he looked up at the ceiling to leap upward.

THUD

With a refreshing sound of footsteps.

BANG

As he smashed the ceiling that hit his body,

he arrived at a new place.

“What the heck!”

A strange voice was heard.

What’s wrong with that kid…?

The first thing he saw emerging from the ground was his students,

Yumil,

and the scene entangled with Dam and Yeon.

Han Abin and Baek Sihyeon were aiming their weapons at Yumil,

who was panting heavily, clutching her own body with her left hand, while Yeon was held by her neck with Yumil’s right hand.

Finally, the last remaining Dam was cornered, her eyes filled with tears of blood,

clutching a Pippi as if it was her last hope.

What a desperate struggle.

What the hell is going on?

“A monster?”

While he was slowly trying to understand the situation, his student Baek Sihyeon blurted out, aiming a weapon at him.

The silver weapons floating in the air pointed at the black him, and as he tried to counter…

“Hold on, Sihyeon!”

In the meantime, Han Abin intervened.

“Why! Anyone can see that’s a monster…

…Senior?”

Can’t you tell…?

His teeth clicked together.

His eyes closed.

…It felt like he had just been talking to someone a moment ago.

As his vision suddenly darkened, he opened his eyes.

Five dark shapes appeared before him.

Swinging left and right, with a TV screen-like flickering noise, were human-shaped black monsters.

Every time they swayed up and down, a crackling noise filled the air, but he couldn’t comprehend the sentence.

Nevermind, but…

I have to kill them?

Thinking that, he reached out his arm, but.

“Senior! Can you hear me? Is there a problem?”

A sentence struck his head.

It blew away the headache wrapping around his mind,

and for a moment, he was enveloped in joy at the sentence.

As he understood it, the true forms of the black figures appeared before him.

Baek Sihyeon, Han Abin, Yumil, Yeon, Dam.

However, he confirmed their existence only for a moment. They soon turned black again,

as if he were hallucinating.

It’s an illusion, I need to kill them.

His right hand twisted his left arm.

His left hand broke.

With hellish pain, his left hand lost its support and dangled, but soon, black particles gathered and restored it.

And then, he looked back at the five black figures.

…I can’t even waste time killing them.

Thinking that, he took his stance.

This place wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

So, as he took his stance, just before leaping into the air…

(Free yourself.)

Some mysterious sentence arose from within his heart.

Why did we say that? We didn’t know.

THUD

As he broke through the ceiling, a scene captured his view.

One of the five fled.

The larger two among the five looked that way, swaying up and down.

The smaller two among the five embraced each other.

Seeing that, some unexplainable relief surged from the depths of his heart.

It doesn’t matter.

I have my own things to do.

Let’s keep going.

High up on a distant building,

wrapped in gray mist, there was a place enveloped by a black sun and a purple sky with silver stars.

We have arrived there.

To kill people.

To save people.

Time…

Thinking that, he raised his head.

In the purple sky, yellow lines appeared.

Despite being in this bizarre world, there were things rushing toward this place, belonging to reality.

It was close.

Life forms living in this world were explosives created by carving out their own bodies.

If they had been just a little slower, they might have bombed Nanjido.

Then… Let’s take care of this.

Thinking that,

he waved his hand, but

the empty right hand only sliced through the air.

What’s this?

He had a blank expression as he waved his hand a few more times, but still felt no weight in his hand.

What’s the problem?

My body isn’t functioning right.

His teeth met.

In the quiet rooftop, that sound echoed and reached his ear.

…Does it not matter?

If I have no weapon, I’ll have to block with my body. He thought.

With his knees bent and head raised, he directed his fist towards the sky.

CRACK CRUNCH

A strange sound resonated.

Then, the black fangs soared into the sky after him.

POW

Drops of water splashed from his clothes.

When the cheerful sound ended,

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

Tentacles and wings burst forth from his clothes.

Bearing teeth like a seven-star eel,

with its grotesquely protruding scales covering its body, were the blind tentacles.

They formed a base with black bones, shrouded in black ragged plastic, resembling a fly that could hardly fly.

All that burst forth from every part of his clothing swallowed him and grew larger.

The bone-structured fly wings steadied themselves, becoming solid pillars,

while the blind tentacles, gnawing at his very skin, ascended toward the sky, wrapping around the wing bones and becoming flesh.

From within it, he opened his eyes.

Tentacles and wings identical to his own.

In the black view, he gazed upon the purple sky.

He felt the sensation of slime rushing in through the Seven Stars.

The terrible stickiness was tearing at his flesh, but oddly enough, the sensation of the slime felt warm.

Surely, because of this slime, his body was being shredded.

Even now, a black torrent relentlessly knocked against his body and surged out.

However, the thought that this was correct swirled in his mind.

Even as he transformed from a human form to a mass of black insects, he clearly gazed at the sky.

Toward the flames that had grown slightly larger than before.

CRACK

THUD

Finally, his right hand claw came together.

No, it should be properly called a tentacle.

The end narrowed to a point like a sharp tip, and at its tip was a continuously sprouting mouth filled with sharp fangs.

Among the pillars supporting the tentacles, branch-like thin branches extended out, creating a disgusting net.

Thus, the giant right arm was formed.

It was large enough and dense enough to block incoming bombings.

But it was heavy.

It was heavier than he could swing.

Desperately trying to support it, he infused strength into his uncertain leg.

CRUNCH SMASH

Thick limbs like columns extended from beside his pit.

With four-jointed, twisted leg soles driven into the ground according to his will,

grabbing onto the concrete floor greedily, he stabilized his stance.

It’s stable.

As security was ensured, another pillar began to form.

A left hand, identical to the right arm.

A black pillar capable of feeling everything.

As the flames drew near, the pillar grew in his sight.

When the lettering on the warhead began to appear, he completed its form.

A giant insect mound with enormous hands.

That is now his form.

So, he and she, we were going to kill people, swinging our arms downward without regard for weapons, but…

“Not yet, punk.”

He spoke to me.

Pain was felt.

His skin was being torn away, leaving only flabby muscles behind. In between that, a javelin created from his clothes pierced into his brow.

“How long did you think I’d play around?”

Probably by now, this javelin had probably penetrated his skull, lodging itself in his brain.

So, shall we try?

Tear everything apart.

A brief vibration was heard, and an immense pain exploded.

It was a nonsensical pain that seemed to condense all the headaches experienced thus far, leading toward loss of consciousness.

And the uninvited guests that had settled in his head disappeared.

So, it was indeed dwelling inside the flesh.

He didn’t know what had happened, but it seemed to have taken control of him.

Fortunately, as the slime bit away at his body, it seemed to have vanished after tearing it apart to the very last bit.

“Can you hear me?”

He spoke toward those who were probably looking at him.

• I don’t know what kind of ultimate existence you are.

Raising his hand, the giant pillar struck the purple sky, smiting the missile.

A tremendous shockwave and explosion erupted.

Even at this great distance, it exuded enough destructive power.

Though he could have blocked it with a hammer,

he would’ve taken damage as well.

In that case, he probably missed one or two missiles.

“This body is thankfully well used! Oh, no need for thanks!”

How could I not be grateful?

The hostile entity gifted me such a wonderful weapon.

It consumed the burdensome Otherworld’s Power and defended against bombings.

Isn’t it just the perfect situation?

I should thank Abin.

After all, it was Abin’s telepathy that helped him realize the situation he was in.

I’ll express my gratitude later…

For now, let’s save Nanjido.

He swung the giant pillar.

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