Chapter 12 : Incidents(3)

Emerging from the bushes, it revealed itself.

“Kraaaaa-!!!”

Its front paws were the size of a human head.

A physique that looked like it could beat up a wolf.

However, judging by the ears and tail, it was undoubtedly a rabbit-type Sarkas.

What is this?

I created all the Sarkas.

But a rabbit-type Sarkas the size of a bear?

Such a thing shouldn’t exist…?

Suddenly, letters appeared in front of my eyes.

Chaos Level: 1

You have encountered Chaos.

<Master Sarkas> A form in which a normal Sarkas has evolved by devouring the spirit dwelling in a human body. It is generally known that the spirit of 50 humans is required.

Last time, when I killed Mr. Windgart, the Chaos Level rose. Could it be because of that?

It wasn’t the time to think. The monster in front of me swung its front paws with tremendous force, and the tree in front of it shattered like chopsticks.

‘Forget about chaos, let’s survive first…!’

The strength was on a different level from that of a wolf-type Sarkas.

The speed was a little slower, but with one heavy swing of its front paw, the trees fell down.

I ran, loaded the crossbow, and fired bloodstone arrows at it.

“Kraa-!”

‘Crazy.’

It’s not that the arrows didn’t penetrate, but the fat was so thick that none of the arrows caused a fatal wound.

‘Should I try to run to the base? No, if I do that…’

Right now, the only weapons that can kill a Sarkas in the entire bandit group are my two daggers, and taking it to the base would only increase the number of victims.

Running on the slope, I carefully shot all the remaining arrows into the Sarkas’s left foot.

“Kraaaaa-!”

It was somewhat effective, and the speed of the Sarkas chasing me slowed down considerably.

“Okay, at this rate, I can shake it off…”

The Sarkas that was chasing me suddenly stopped.

‘What..?’

Then, it bit off its own front paw, where the arrows had clustered, and threw it on the ground.

“Crazy…”

The next action was even more spectacular. It frantically searched the surroundings, then devoured a small rabbit Sarkas.

After devouring it, the front paw began to grow back.

“It’s… devouring its own kind…”

The creatures I created, Sarkas, at least did not devour their own kind.

They are somewhat heterogeneous, oxidizing without leaving flesh or leather when they die, but they also have their own rules of survival.

But the one in front of me, as if to ignore all those rules, shows terrifying actions.

‘When Windgart Luares died, the development of the novel was twisted. And that thing was created…’

As if it couldn’t tolerate the twisted world, it completely ignored the laws of the novel.

Running, rolling, climbing trees—but it didn’t get tired.

It is a figure that seems to have gathered only the obsession to devour the ‘spirit’ contained in the human body and formed a single creature.

“…!”

The monster’s huge claws caught the hem of my hood.

Without hesitation, I threw off my hood.

“Kraaaa-!”

Clearly, I had never heard of such a monster during my years living here.

Did it appear not long ago?

That thing is a monster.

While it was distracted by the hood, tearing it apart, I hid behind a tree for a moment and caught my breath.

“Haa…haa…”

All the arrows were long gone. I didn’t have enough information about that creature to confront it with daggers.

In the first place, is that thing even a Sarkas?

If I stab it, will it die in one blow?

While countless thoughts were racing through my mind, I looked at the mark faintly shining on the back of my hand.

‘…Magic..?’

It hasn’t been long since the mark awakened, so I haven’t tried it once.

There was no way to learn related theories or spells.

But I am the one who created all those spells and magic, right?

Somehow, wouldn’t it work?

Before I knew it, it had come right behind me.

‘Please… activate…’

The activation conditions for magic are as follows:

First, visualize the magic to be activated in your mind.

After deciding on the magic, specify the trajectory and chant it aloud.

“Scotadi.”

Along with the chanting, I recalled the most intense memory.

In magic, emotions act as a catalyst, dramatically increasing efficiency.

Whether it’s a happy memory or an angry one, they all become catalysts in different ways.

What I chanted was the basis of dark magic, the ‘Scotadi’ spell, which literally means darkness.

Around my body, a sphere of darkness spread.

“Kiaak-?”

The Sarkas, suddenly deprived of its vision, shook its head wildly.

Now is the only chance to escape.

The duration and range of magic depend on the user’s potential and proficiency, and there’s no way that the magic used by a novice like me would last long.

As soon as Scotadi was activated, I ran like crazy to the base without looking back.

“Kraaaaa-!”

I heard its cry from afar, but I ignored it and ran.

I will survive and somehow find a way to defeat that thing.

How long did I run? My breath was coming in ragged gasps, as if my lungs were about to burst.

“Huff, huff…”

Fortunately, that monster couldn’t follow me here.

I sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

If it weren’t for magic, it would have been really dangerous.

Today, I decided to quietly stay in my room and focus on magic research.

After finishing dinner with the members, I came into my room and opened my notebook.

The protagonist of the novel, Yuri Freesia, is practicing magic.

As befits her with the Mark of Freezing, a description of her succeeding without difficulty appeared.

Dark magic is set to be able to use the basics of other magics to some extent. To be precise, it’s set to be able to steal it, though.

If so, wouldn’t it be worth trying?

I stretched out my hand and shouted into the air.

“..Pagos.!”

…

As expected, there was no reaction.

Shall I try one more time?

This time, with feeling.

“Pagos!”

Thump.

Suddenly, the door opened, startling me.

“Ack!”

“W, what’s wrong!? Saya!?”

The culprit was Gillian, who came in with snacks.

“Gillian, knock…”

“Ahaha. Sorry…”

I saw Gillian’s hand, holding crutches.

A faintly shining green mark.

The same wind mark as the spirit master who fought the bandits.

“Gillian. Have you ever used magic?”

“Magic? No way. You know I can’t learn that kind of knowledge in a place like this.”

As expected, Gillian has never tried it since the mark appeared.

“Do you want to try magic?”

“..How?”

After a brief explanation of magic theory to Gillian, I decided to have him try a spell.

He wondered where I learned this, but I brushed it off by saying I learned it in the village.

The spell I taught him was ‘Anemos’ (wind), the basis of wind magic.

Gillian stretched out his hand and shouted,

“..Anemos!”

But the magic didn’t activate, and the mark didn’t even shine.

“It’s not working..?”

“You have to put feeling into it. Think of a happy memory.”

“A happy memory..? Did we have something like that in our lives..?”

“..Ah.”

That’s true.

Gillian and I somehow became solemn.

“Then, think of something that made you angry.”

This time, with real feeling, Gillian shouted.

“Anemos.”

At that moment, fierce air with no direction raged in the room.

It’s not nearly as much as that of the spirit master, but it was enough to be surprising.

‘Now is the time…!’

I stretched out my hand in the strong wind and shouted.

“Absolution (Absorption)!”

Then, the wind subsided like a lie and was sucked into my mark.

“What did you do?”

“I stole yours. Watch.”

This time, I muttered the spell through my mouth.

“Anemos.”

This time, the air in the room started to rage again.

This confirmed that in order to use the basics of other magic, you have to aim for the moment of activation and absorb it.

“Saya, are there any other spells?”

“Let’s see, wind magic…”

Gillian and I played around shooting wind for a while. The unrefined wind magic had no power, so there was no damage even if we shot it around freely.

The problem is, we shot too much.

Mental breakdown due to overuse of magic.

Like idiots, Gillian and I, who shot magic far beyond the low limit, were lying down for several hours with only our eyes open.

Since conditions were required for intermediate magic, I couldn’t try it, but I became somewhat familiar with the basics and elementary level of dark magic.

First, the most basic Scotadi (darkness).

At first, it blocked the field of vision for about 1.5 meters, but now it’s possible up to about 3 meters.

There are three elementary dark magic spells:

1. Absolution (Absorption): Can steal the basics of other magic. It’s sealed because there’s no place to use it now.
2. Nightmare: Shows the opponent a nightmare, but I haven’t used it because it can only be used when they are asleep. Truly a useless skill.
3. Dark Bullet: A long-range attack magic that varies greatly depending on the caster’s power. I decided to try this one next.

After being chased by the monster rabbit during the last search, this is the first time I’ve visited the forest again.

I still have the fear of that time, but I can’t experiment with dangerous magic inside, so the practice range is the forest again.

Standing in front of the tree where I tested the arrows several times, I chanted the spell for Dark Bullet.

‘Dark Bullet!’

A black ball-like thing was fired from my fingertip, hit the tree, and scattered, disappearing.

“…?”

Once again, Dark Bullet.

This time, the black ball was fired, but it crumbled without leaving a single scratch on the tree.

I expected it, but it’s garbage beyond my imagination.

“I can’t even catch a bug with this..?”

Dark magic.

All of them are useless magic.

A skill that blocks vision, stealing the basic magic of other attributes, making people have nightmares, and a fantastic black ball show.

Amazing, dark magic!

Actually, this is largely my fault for not considering the power balance between magic when I was in middle school.

Then, what is this magic for?

I sighed deeply and sat down under the shade of the tree.

What is all this?

Others, when they are in another world, get S-class talents, awaken as heroes, or anyway, get a lot of protagonist buffs, but I’m going through all sorts of hardships and, at the age of 11, I’m just shooting ink bullets from my hand.

Ah, it’s absurd!

I needed a target to vent my anger, so I shot Dark Bullet one more time at the tree I shot earlier.

[Paang]

The Dark Bullet made a Paang sound, hit the tree, and crumbled.

‘…?’

Something is different.

It was more powerful than before, and it felt a little bigger.

I was puzzled and approached the tree.

“It got stronger?”

The tree, which didn’t budge even after being hit several times, was slightly shaved when shot from under the shade.

For the experiment, I shot once under the sunlight and once under the shade.

‘..As expected.’

It was different from what I shot in the sunlight.

It wasn’t enough to be used in battle, but the power definitely increased under the shade.

‘Could it be, the darker it is, the stronger it gets?’

Will it be stronger at night?

I want to experiment right away, but it’s still a long way off until night.

If I do it indoors, I don’t know what I’ll break.

Sitting in the shade, I thought again.

‘If only I could block the light… light…?’

Wait, come to think of it, I already had a good skill, right?

If I create a range-type darkness with the dark basic magic ‘Scotadi’, and then use Dark Bullet inside it…?

I’ve never used two magic spells in a row.

But, it was worth experimenting with.

“Scotadi.”

I cast the spell and formed a dark hemisphere of about 3 meters around my body.

The duration is not long, so it is best to proceed quickly.

At the same time as using Scotadi, I envisioned Dark Bullet.

I concentrated my mind and recalled the most intense memory.

The memory of failing to escape from the private house.

The memory of being captured as a s*ave and being in despair.

While recalling dark memories, I gathered all my mind to my fingertips.

“Dark Bullet!”

It was no longer something that could be called elementary magic.

From my outstretched fingertips, a wide range of darkness coalesced to form a shimmering sphere.

The center of the sphere was so profoundly dark that it was close to the abyss.

A huge sphere, exceeding my height, was fired from my fingertips.

“….”

The traces it passed were truly tremendous.

The jet-black sphere, which rotated in a spiral, eliminated everything in its path as if it were a small black hole, leaving only circular traces.

“Ah.”

Without time to admire, my mind stopped with the oncoming dizziness, and I collapsed to the floor.

As much as it had ignorant power, it consumed a tremendous amount of mental energy.

Could it be that I discovered the hidden usage of dark magic?