The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

121 The meaty visitor in the dead of the night

As the 'thing' gained consciousness, it fell into a state of panic.

It didn't know its own state, where it was, or even what it was.

Its thoughts were a jumbled mess of different pronouns.

In this chaotic state, it tried to move, but its body wouldn't move the way it wanted it to.

What is this? What is this? What happened? Why?"

With this chaos turning into total confusion, the 'thing' desperately tried to move its body around. One of its movements managed to touch something silver.

When the 'thing' touched this object, it felt strangely calm, content and happy.

That's right, I, I, I, grr... don't care.

Within that happiness, the 'thing' abandoned the thought of analyzing itself. It also abandoned the thought of unification and separation.

The 'thing' realized that its current state was normal for it.

More importantly, the 'thing' wanted to move quickly.

"Ooohhh..."

Because this was the place that the 'thing' had dreamed of. It was the place that it had dreamed of and desired more than any paradise.

Quickly, I must be at his side!

Driven by this maddening desire, the 'thing' that had been named Lump-of-flesh-chan floated into the air, and in the next instant, it vanished.

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"Vandalieu, wake up. It's still night, but there's a visitor."

Vandalieu awoke to the voice of his mother, Darcia, whose spirit resided in a small bone fragment.

"A visitor?"

Vandalieu could hardly be described as an ordinary boy, but even so, physically speaking, he was a nine-year-old child. Due to this fact, he slept long hours during times of peace.

Everyone knows this, so there shouldn't be anyone visiting me in the dead of the night unless it's an emergency, Vandalieu thought in confusion as he looked around. And then he saw the 'visitor' that Darcia had mentioned, and froze.

That 'thing' had the most bizarre appearance that Vandalieu had ever seen in any of his lives.

The 'thing' was floating in the middle of the air, and it had an overall spherical shape.

But it was made of countless human limbs, torsos and heads twisted around each other to form something resembling a sphere; it had an entirely abnormal appearance.

It was more flesh-colored than pink, and it didn't appear to have skin, hair or even eyes.

Overall, there were more female-looking parts, but there were also some male-looking ones, and there were even animal-looking parts in a few places.

If it were to be given a description, something like 'a sphere, three meters in diameter, created by a mad artist by twisting and combining flesh-colored mannequins made of clay' might have fit.

If this royal castle hadn't been built for the Titan race, whose males could reach heights of up to three meters, it would likely have become stuck against the ceiling.

"Nice to meet you," Vandalieu said, addressing the 'thing's' numerous, eyeless faces that consisted of only outlines. "Excuse me, but who would you be?"