Clearing the Game at the End of the World

Chapter 126: Star Fall (9)

What? Whats happening right now?

For the first time in his life, Palcatus was experiencing a situation that he could not understand.

The Chavalier that he was controlling was surely flying high enough to see beyond the castle walls. But in an instant, his fathers body started to swell up, and in less than a blink of an eye, the crimson ball of muscle appeared right in front of his face

Phwoommmm!

When he regained his senses, his consciousness was back in his own body.

It died? The higher entity that I selected specifically for outer activitiesin one attack?

Power. The overwhelming power he also dreamed of gaining one day. That shoulder tackle that was closer to primitive stood at the exact opposite point of his opinion on the power of knowledge.

I want it.

Drool pooled in Palcatuss mouth. Inside the symbiont that Mother created for him, he couldnt feel hunger or thirst, but right now, he was currently feeling a burning thirst inside of him.

I want to know. I-I want to learn that too! How could Father, who had a body as weak as mine, gain such a perfect body?

His insight on the battlefield. The sharp look in his eye. Father didnt completely abandon his intellect. Father merely succeeded in finding a new way, a different answer. And one that he could have never expected at that! Like he had always done!

As his affection for his father, which had been fading, suddenly sprang back up to the heavens, reigniting Palcatuss enthusiasm.

From the loss at Turan, I learned about battle using wisdom and strategy. In exchange for losing a precious puppet in Tobrune, I learned how to fight against magic! Failure is bitter, but if there was something to lose from that failure, then it is as valuable as success! If only I could figure out the mystery regarding Fathers body!

He was panting from the excitement. Palcatus hastily concentrated his consciousness. There was definitely going to be an impact on his own body if he didnt use the transmitter bug, but he didnt want to lose this opportunity. If I could also gain a body like that, if I could also run through the plains with my sister and brother!

One with good eyes. Yes, there was one like that!

When he closed his eyes, his consciousness flew from the center of the northern region to Pelas.

Battle! Its a great opportunity! He will be moving his body in the most intricate way possible! Ill make sure to save every muscular movement, up to the bones, all into my head!

Strengthening his determination internally, Palcatus quickly entered one of the mutes before any more time pass

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Powww!

Gaghhhh!

ed but then was flung back out. What he was able to see for the brief moment his eyes were open was the loud sound of collisions and his fathers large fist covered in all sorts of mute blood.

I-Its okay! It has no effect on my body! It hurt a little, but I was able to experience just how strong Fathers punch is! I gained valuable information. Ill keep on doing this, keep on!

He concentrated his mind once more. Guys that were fighting up close were too dangerous, so one attacked from further away. This distance should

Kagkkkkk!

Inside the mutes mouth, whichd been spitting out some sharp, bone-like spear, a pillar of what was supposedly a house shoved itself in.

O-one more time!

Crunchhhh!

Gahhh! Damn it! Again!

Crack!

Hagh! Cough!

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

I-Ill learn it no matter

Crunchh, schltttt!

He exploded, was broken in half, twisted, and ripped apart alive. Father was only going after high-ranked mutes that were able to handle his transmission and tearing them apart.

His entire body throbbed, but there was something that was left clearer in Palcatuss mind than the pain.

The way youre just rolling your eyes around without attacking, its you, isnt it? Son. I appreciate that youre trying to learn But Daddy doesnt have time today. So lets just learn this one thing today, alright?

N-no, dont. Stop it! Gaghhhhhhh!

Eyes. Those eyes that were able to look into him past the eyes of the mute he entered. It was terrifying. Every time he tried to enter another mutes consciousness, he was reminded of those black irises that made it feel like his body in the northern mountains was being looked down upon.

T-this isnt going to work. For now, lets just retreat the Chamber Maid and others Ive planted there. Yeah! Priorities! I have to keep my priorities straight! Information is nice, but retrieving physical resources is important as well!

If it had been his normal self, he would have prioritized the information regarding that power above anything else, but after experiencing six deaths in all sorts of gruesome ways, Palcatus found himself making excuses in that way.

Ten, eleven, twelve. Good. It doesnt look like the Lords castle was attacked.

Confirming that all of the mutes he positioned to guard the Chamber Maid were all still there, Palcatus entered one of their bodies.

Unlike the streets of Pelas he had been on earlier, the Chamber Maids room was silent.

But that silence did not come from peace, but from the corpses on the ground.

Oww, my back. Professor that friend, didnt he say that the maid thing had close to no combat ability? He said that, knowing those thick vines that it swung around?

Those vines were unbelievably tough considering they looked just like plants. But looking at that, I see why he considered this maid weak.

At the highest room of the spire, the room was covered in crimson blood from the vines that had been cut off, and on top of those tattered vines was a headless body.

The werewolf and dark mage that carried the head of the woman with vines instead of hair were looking out of the window to look at Professors battle.

He must have been going a little easy on me when we fought.

A little? Are you not overrating yourself right there? You think that you will be able to fight against that monster with a little more effort?

Do humans really have to trip over every single phrase like that?

From their leisurely attitude, Palcatus could tell that this side had also been finished long ago.

A diversion! It was all planned to begin with. Father had never abandoned his wisdom and was drunk on his strength! He merely succeeded in imbuing power into the body with his great intelligence! Since when did he realize? Was that savage battle a method to make me act irrationally? Did he predict I would be here? But how, exactly how!

Brrrrrg

Hm? Dark mage. I think one woke up.

Do not speak nonsense, Borka. I have pulled out all of their souls and put them in my jar, they could not have huh? It really did.

The werewolf and old man that had been standing at the window approached the mute Palcatuss consciousness and entered. Only then did Palcatus realize that he was looking down on them.

Why am I floating in the air? Mage? But I didnt feel any mana from them!

How odd. Another soul is inside of the body. Hey you. You use an interesting trick, I see.

Hes looking through me. All of these people are monsters! Pelas is done for. Lets get out of here. I shouldnt waste energy by dying?

Thmpp!

Something was wrong. He tried again, but he wasnt able to return to his own body.

H-how What did you do to me?

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Its talking.

It is speaking! How interesting!

Palcatus twisted and turned his body. There was no restriction to his movement, but no matter how much he tried, he couldnt escape the restraints that held him up in the air.

I was told that talking mutes have unique abilities, but this is beyond my expectations. The power to enter others minds

Can you capture it? A talking mute would look nice on our record. We may be able to trade it with the church in exchange for information.

The werewolf commented on Palcatus like he was some sort of valuable loot or decoration. Looking at him, the dark mage pushed his fist towards the werewolfs side.

That again! I said not to worry! Our leader, who currently looks like an ogre with a goblins head, will figure it out for us. And I have already captured it. Moving just the soul in front of a Soulbinder. That is basically begging me to capture it.

Whshhhh!

Palcatus, who had been struggling like a fly stuck in a web, suddenly felt a freezing breath touch the back of his neck.

A little girl in a white dress was floating in the air. The girl, who was holding a dozen strings connected to other mutes like him, smiled cutely and opened her mouth towards the old man.

Huh? Give it to you? It is a soul you saw for the first time, and it looks good?

Nod nod.

My goodness, Nell Do you not think you have eaten too much for the day?

Eat Dont tell me youre going to do that again?

Looking at the werewolf unconsciously bristling his fur, Aldrich let out an exasperated laugh.

Mmm I apologize. It is not easy to make Nell give up on something she is intent on having. It is indeed better to capture the talking mute, but killing it will be worthwhile on its own, so do not worry too much. If we prove it through a truth spell, then they will most likely find your children for you.

Then I will be outside. I do not want to see that ever again.

You can wait downstairs. I will follow soon.

So after the werewolf almost ran outside, the old man nodded toward the little girl. The girl gave him a smile as pure as sunshine.

The moment she placed her small hand on his shoulder, only one thought passed through Palcatuss mind.

Im going to die.

The feeling of death he experienced directly through the six other mutes today then filled his thoughts. Hes dying. Hes going to die! Like his other brethren that died tragicallyno, even more violently than that!

The closer the little girl came, the more his body slowly went rigid.

Move! Please move! Please!!!

Schlaaaaar

And just as the girls mouth stretched open to reveal her sharp fangs!

Pwhkk!

Crunch!

Just a little faster than the spirit girls teeth snapping down on the mutes entire head, his right hand pierced through his own heart and burst it.

Thwoomp!

Hagh! Hah! Hagh! Hagh!

A familiar, stony environment. Familiar green fluid. It was his home back in the north. With shaking hands, Palcatus reached up and touched his head. It was still there. Just before his soul was devoured by that terrifying spirit, he managed to escape that body!

Hah, hahah, Im alive. Immphlived.

Palcatuss tears floated up the green liquid of his supportive mute like oil in water.

He no longer dared to go back into another mute in Pelas to check the situation or order them around.

[So lets just learn this one thing today, alright?]

His fathers words echoed in his mind.

That day, Palcatus learned what fear was.

Ding!

Information Update

Mutation Bloodlust : Ending Soon

Just ending soon?! This garbage systems just doing whatever it wants to do now, huh? It isnt even telling me how many minutes I have left anymore!

[You passed 4 minutes, though. The duration increased because your physical body got stronger.]

Its a game! Theyre supposed to tell me how it got better if the skills leveled up! Are they just telling me to figure it out on my own?!

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- Speedwagon : The systems accuracy depends on the person. For goldman sucks it told him only factual information throughout the entire playthrough, rabbit was similar to prof. Qianliu didnt look at the system a single time.

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Kkkkkkrgggkkk!

Shredding up the last mute he assumed his son or something was in, Professor saw the blinking red light from the system and scurried out of Pelas at full speed. He did clean up about 70 percent of the Rank 3 and Rank 4 mutes while in bloodlust mode, but there were still quite a few mutes left. More than enough that he couldnt handle them now that Blood Armor and Bloodlust were gone.

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- Nutriagena : Booooo. Beta behavior. A leader never shows their back, thats a disgrace, a disgrace I say!

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Disgrace, my ass! Honestly, I did my part if I did this much! Im not running away just to save my own skin! Dont you think so?

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- Jokass : You did more than your part tbh.

- Guns_N_Blood : Its been a while since Ive felt this much action! That was the battle of a warrior, Gyosu Park!

- Highwaynachoman : MACHO! MUSCLE! MACHO! MUSCLE! POWER! POWER! AWESOME! AWESOME!

- takealook : what the f did I just watch.

- Noru_is_druig : Ahh! Thats too much stimulation! D, Dont show that to meeeee!

- Holli : Uh. mmm How. intense..

- Soygaybar : Fing beast.

- Noru_is_druig : Maybe its because prof has a monster inside of him that a Type 3 mute took over his left arm?

- Speedwagon : That might be a possibility.

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That was the reaction from Area 47 Chatroom(1), who were already somewhat accustomed to my crazy antics.

And

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- D. Asset3315 : Notice This is the Area Chatroom for professor Gyosu Park. Please take in note that any severe criticism or spamming with lead to repercussions from the Dome Streamer Support Branch.

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- MadMark : Thats fing dope. hes jiz- rizzing me up to my limit!

- sheony : S, Strong man! So cool!

- Somebodyhellme : They said he isnt married yet, right?

- LifeisDeath : Give up. He is not a man that you plebs can handle.

- Gauz : Ahh, madness. My old friend.. when did you leave me to another.

- Papuanewtype : I heard he wasnt just any normal guy, but hes actually bats crazy.

- aiosye2222 : What is needed most in this apocalyptic world is not the Domes technology, nor the Raptors strength! It is the charisma to tear the enemy apart with bare hands! The craziest man out of the crazy! Gyosu Park! All hail the king!

- arms5275 : Hahahah. Everyone, dont you think you all are overreacting a little bit? Who is that man? He has killed the massive Type 3 mutant Old Picture with just three people! Charged into battle with minimal equipment and singlehandedly defeated the ambitions of the Raptors! He is the Gyosu Park! In order to maintain that sharpness, he enjoys this game in Realistic Mode, a man just like a cold, sharp blade! That is who he is!

+ D.bioTeam : [Saved Stream]

+ D.bioTeam : [Saved Stream]

+ D.bioTeam : [Saved Stream]

+ D.bioTeam : [Saved Stream]

- CalloftheTax14 : All know the command that he speaks, that is to face ones weakness in order to survive in this harsh and cruel world. Violence is at times the lesser evil, and in return, we must hastily continue the collection of firearms-

+ CalloftheTax14 has been kicked from the chatroom.

- Adagio : Its that guy again.

- Andello : I am certain now after watching this stream. I wish to move near the BDSM headquarters, does anyone have the coordinates they announced?

- Whitesmith : Ive sent you a message. We might be neighbors if were lucky ^^

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And this was what the Area 47 Chatroom(2), where he separated all of his followers, looked like.

I think I might have officially set my character as a madman

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- takealook : Isnt that what you wanted? After pulling off those shenanigans?

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No, I didnt really do that on

Tzzt

[Heheheheh. Son, want to see a magic trick?]

[Shphwk! Ma-gic!]

[Dont tell me, youre scared of Daddy?]

[And Ill make you the main characterrrrrrr!]

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- takealook : If I needed to teach someone that doesnt know our language what crazy bastard meant, then Im going to show them this video.

- Soygaybar : Youre a better teacher than Sullivan herself.

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F**k.

I couldnt deny it. Even when I looked at it, the person in the video fit the dictionary definition of a Psycho Gang member of the Wastelands.