Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 37

Player Who Became a Constellation – Episode 37

Chapter 37

“……”

Paul stared blankly at his legs.

‘My legs….’

They’re here? And intact, too!

It was as if the monster eating up to his thigh was a lie; his legs were perfectly fine.

Could all of this have been a dream?

But it couldn’t possibly be a dream. The pants torn up to his thigh were proof that all of this was real.

Paul looked at the blue potion in his hand.

Mana Potion.

It restores mana completely, and the recovery lasts continuously.

‘This is the omnipotent potion!’

Goodness… a potion that restores mana?

The very thing alchemists have been yearning for was in his hands.

Though the recovery time has passed and it’s gone now….

Even so, if this becomes known to wizards, it will cause a great stir.

No, the entire continent will be shaken!

The value of wizards will rise, and it could change the landscape of wars happening all over the continent by 180 degrees.

If there is a country that can mass-produce mana potions like this… even with just wizards and an army to protect them, they could rule this continent.

Perhaps a great empire rivaling the Holy Order might be born.

“It really existed! The omnipotent potion and the one who has it…!”

The legendary alchemist! No, not an alchemist, but a demon.

Paul thought of Hoon.

The figure he saw as he was losing consciousness.

It really was the figure of a demon.

“…Could it be a potion made by a demon? But… it’s really amazing. It’s like a miracle of God?”

Paul was astonished and also had doubts.

‘No, is he really a demon?’

If he’s a demon, why did he save me?

Paul thought for a moment and shook his head.

To be exact, it wasn’t ‘me.’ It was ‘us.’

Paul looked at Lapilta and Albert, who had collapsed around the dark secret passage.

They weren’t unconscious in pain, but sleeping peacefully. They were even snoring and scratching their bellies as they slept so well.

The bodies wounded by the Wight [a type of undead creature] were cleanly restored as if it were a lie.

***

The end of the secret passage led to a remote forest on the opposite side of the territory.

Loki, wearing a crow mask, shook his head.

“…Did I heal them for nothing?”

He used recovery potions on Paul, Lapilta, and Albert.

It was a good connection, but his potion might become known to the continent.

Besides, by now, Aum’s pursuers must be looking for Loki.

He wonders if he left traces for nothing.

‘I need to find Yoon Si-rin as soon as possible. Before I get caught up in any more strange incidents….’

“But…”

Loki turned around as he walked through the forest.

“……?!”

A familiar girl was startled and hid behind a tree. Then, she peeked out slightly and glanced at Loki.

She seemed to be watching from a distance, hiding as best as she could.

Loki sighed softly as he looked at the dark elf, Cellut.

For some reason, she keeps following him.

‘Well, she’ll leave on her own later.’

Loki ignored her and walked on without a destination.

***

A dark basement.

The only thing that could light it up was a lantern filled with hazy moisture.

A monk who looked to be 80 years old held a lantern, wore a robe, and carried a large leather bag on his back.

He stepped down the stairs and precariously descended into the basement.

Arriving in the basement with the sound of footsteps, he placed the lantern on top of a display case and rolled up his sleeves.

He moved a pump connected to a well dug deep underground to pump water up.

He carefully filled a specially made bowl with water and put the water bowl on the fire to boil.

It bubbled, and hazy steam rose.

“…Hoo. It’s okay. I’m used to it now.”

The monk took a breath and put his bare hand into the boiling water.

“Ack…ugh….”

The monk’s hand turned red from the hot temperature, but he endured it and carefully washed his hands.

After taking out his hand, he finely chopped the herbs he had brought and put them into a mask.

He carefully examined the mask from side to side.

A mask shaped like a long bird’s beak.

The eye area was made of glass, and there were breathing holes at the end of the beak, but even those seemed uncomfortable to breathe through because of the herbs he had just put in.

But he didn’t care and put it on his head, then fastened it even more with a robe.

He put on leather gloves and tied his clothes tightly with leather straps.

After checking several times to see if there were any gaps, he nodded.

“Hoo-, hoo-!”

Perhaps because of the mask that was difficult to breathe through, his chest rose and fell greatly, and his breathing became rough.

Still, he naturally grabbed the lantern and walked, as if he was used to it.

Walking down the long, dark corridor of the basement, he reached a door.

He put the lantern on the floor and stretched out both hands to forcibly open the steel door.

As the door gap slightly widened, a thick, rotten smell permeated into the mask, even though he had used herbs.

The old man shook his head and opened his mouth.

“…Kids. I’m sorry. There have been a lot of monsters around here lately, so I was a little late avoiding them.”

The old man said with difficulty. But his voice contained kindness.

The old man put his hand into the leather bag and took out two captured rabbits from it.

“Here are cute rabbits that you like. Rabbits are very pitiful creatures that die if they are lonely. You guys didn’t like being lonely either. So play with these kids.”

The old man untied the rabbit’s legs and threw them into the dark room.

The rabbit was buried in the darkness as it was.

And…

-Crunch!

…Heeik-!

A faint scream of the rabbit echoed along with the sound of skin tearing.

And… blood splattered in front of the door.

-Kuaaaaak!

Its identity was revealed in the darkness.

Small monsters with grotesquely distorted heads.

They rushed at the monk.

But before they could reach their target, they were bounced back inside as if by the iron chains tied around their necks.

The monk smiled bitterly at the sight.

“…It’s okay. I’ll fix you. So please bear with it a little longer.”

The old man left those words and closed the door.

It was just another day for the monk, Alex.

***

A long time ago, Cellut spent very happy days.

A large imperial palace, kind and gentle servants and maids. Stern soldiers who protected her from behind.

Everyone laughed and had a good time. Also, when she saw their smiles, she knew how strong her country was.

From short dwarves to long-eared elves and those with beast ears… various races gathered for one purpose.

That is ‘home.’

They gathered to have a ‘home’ where they could feel safe and dream of the future.

Her father became the center of them, comforting and protecting them. He fought against the invasions of humans.

To protect all those precious to him, he became king himself, went to the battlefield, defeated the invaders, and took care of his people.

Thanks to that, all the countries on the continent feared her country.

But that happiness did not last long.

As they made a peace treaty to protect the people and decided to exchange prisoners as a promise, an ‘accident’ occurred.

-Kuaaaaak!

-Monsters?!

-No, no! It’s undead! Everyone, stop them!

No one knows how that being came to be.

The prisons, which housed thousands of human prisoners, were teeming with the dead, and they came out and roamed around, destroying everything.

They are demi-humans who are far stronger than humans. But even they were helpless in the face of beings that could not be killed with swords and spears.

In an instant, the country fell into chaos.

Her father, the king of the demi-humans, struggled to stop the dead and worked to stabilize the country, but the problem arose after that.

In the process of killing a monster called ‘Wight,’ not a single human prisoner died, and the deputies of the ‘Holy Order,’ the representatives of mankind dispatched for the peace treaty, also died.

In the end, humans held them responsible for it.

Under the name of the Holy Emperor, everyone on the continent united and marched into her kingdom.

The happy country turned into hell in an instant.

The screams, wails, and cries of the demi-humans echoed through the streets.

In that brutal situation, only humans ‘smiled.’

-In the name of Constellation Azellan, exclude the heretics!

-May the glory of the Azellan Church be with you!

-A sledgehammer to the heretics!

-Judgment to the devil!

Devil? You are the devils!

Cellut got to see that scene firsthand.

The sight of all the people on the streets being reduced to toys and prey.

They ravage, hang corpses, and burn them alive.

Humans justifying their brutal acts under the guise of the constellation’s grace.

Cellut ran away as if fleeing to find her father.

Dad? Dad is…!

Cellut ran. If it was her dad, he would be able to drive them away. He would be able to turn back this disaster and return to the happy days.

In her eyes, her dad seemed as great as a god!

Because the strongest spirit, Ifrit, is with him!

But her wish was not fulfilled.

-…Dad…?!

All she found was her father’s body, torn to pieces.

At her blank murmur, the humans looked at her and said one word.

-…Catch her.

She ran desperately.

She only remembers running out of the palace somehow until she lost consciousness.

When she came to her senses, her home, the country of Hannes, had been reduced to ashes and destroyed.

So I am….

ㅡ…Hey.

Cellut gently opened her eyes.

ㅡHey!

“……?!”

Cellut stared at the faintly burning flame spirit in front of her.

Even though his body, covered in flames, was touching a tree branch, the tree was not burning.

Even in the rain falling from the sky, the flame spirit was just silently evaporating the rain and looking at Cellut.

ㅡHow long are you going to sleep?

At the uncomfortable voice, Cellut rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She was still sleepy from fatigue, but if Ifrit woke her up, there must be a reason.

“…How… long did I sleep?”

ㅡAbout 10 minutes.

“Is… that so?”

Cellut shook her head, putting strength into her heavy eyelids to come to her senses.

She had briefly fallen asleep on a tree in preparation for an attack by monsters or wild animals, and she looked up at the sky.

It’s still night. The moon was covered by dark clouds, and it was still raining.

The clothes worn by slaves, no different from rags, were soaked with rain, taking away her body temperature.

Her body trembled, making her feel physical fatigue to the limit.

She wanted to sleep a little more.

In fact, she could have slept comfortably.

With the mobility, vision, and hearing of an elf, it is not difficult to find a cave nearby.

Cellut seriously considered it.