The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

"Ugh..."

Astarot, who had lost his mind, groaned and opened his eyes.

In front of you is an unfamiliar ceiling.

Holding back the throbbing headache, he stood up and looked around.

"Here, where are you?"

I thought, grabbing his sore head.

Did I even drink too much?

I tried to recall his last memories, wondering if he had fallen drunk and entered a motel.

'So it was at war... .'

It was enough to get there.

Astaroth took off the blanket covering him and checked his body status.

There were bandages all over the wounds.

"Damn it. It's not a dream."

I hoped it was a dream

I slowly turned my head to look around, but I still didn't know where it was.

A place so luxurious that you can't even think of it as a place to heal wounds.

At least it wasn't the place he knew in the Underworld.

All I could think of was being captured by the Monster Union.

"Oh, are you awake?"

He turned his head, startled by the voice he heard from right next to him.

A silver-haired woman stood there.

'Clearly there was no one before... .'

Did I lose my senses because of an injury?

no, more than that.

- Saint, Asabel

The title and name that appeared above her head were proof that she was a monster.

Then it was clear what to do now.

"Really. Do you know how much trouble it took to heal you? Because of your body's magic, you don't even use divine power to heal...

Suck-

Asa Bell, who had been complaining about her, paused her speech for a moment when she felt a cool sensation in her neck.

“…what is this doing?”

"Thanks for the treatment, but it's because my body can't be held as it is. I'll have to take you hostage until I get out of this place."

Astarot made a spear using the clone skill and aimed it at Asabel's neck.

His body also recovered to some extent, and there were no proper restraints. But if this was a prison, it wasn't.

It was like saying, please escape.

'The only guy I'm interested in is this year.'

Asabel did not panic when a spear was pointed at her neck.

It was as if she had been through it many times.

"Huh. How many times is this? You're going to take me hostage? On the subject of patients?"

"Why? Don't you think you can? You don't know who I am?"

"I know, but it must be hard with that body right now?"

She raised her right hand and tried to bring it to her spear.

Astaroth slammed her spear, squeezing her hand with strength in response to her response.

keying-

But the window didn't move.

I felt a sense of resistance, as if I was stabbing a spear against a solid wall.

And the wall was Asabel's finger.

'what?'

The spear held by her fingers does not move.

She had strength within her five fingers in the underworld, and she herself was being pushed out of her power.

"Originally, patients don't really realize how serious the condition of my body is."

hard-

Asa Bell twisted her fingers and bent the tip of her spear she was holding, then grabbed her hand and made it blunt.

it's a great power

She was so different from her fragile appearance.

“…wasn’t it a healer?”

"It's because you're a healer. You're a patient."

"No. That's not the window..."

"Oh, you mean this toy you just made?"

swish-

Asabel took her spear, crumpled it into clay and threw it in the trash can behind her.

"There's no way that the status of that body was made properly. Lay down quickly."

"No. It can't be..."

Kwok.

As Astaroth duplicated her spear again, Asa Bell grabbed her shoulder and pressed it down.

It was so natural and fast that he couldn't react, and Astaroth acclimatized to her powers and went back to her bed.

she was hazy

She thought that she was weak.

And then Astarot, who contemplated her body, was startled.

'There is no magic power.'

There was only so much magical power left in his body that he called it dust.

It was the aftermath of the lack of magic that was suppressed by Asabel just before.

I had a headache again.

The strength of the body did not go well, and the power of the skill went down significantly.

As she looked at Asabel with her startled eyes, she said as if she knew it.

"So I told you not to overdo it. You still don't have magical powers, so you use these skills. Then you really die."

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know the details. It's just that on the battlefield, as a group, you fell due to lack of magical power, and the Darkest told you to save them. All you can do is rest as much as possible."

"What about the others?"

"You were lucky."

I was lucky.

It meant that others were looking at things worse than themselves.

I fell on the battlefield due to lack of magical power, but how many people survived?

There.

Now I have a clue as to why this happened.

'Satan.'

Most of his magic was borrowed from him.

But the fact that his magical powers disappeared meant that something was wrong with his identity.

"Where are you? How did the war go?"

"You have a lot of questions. Don't wake up, I'll teach you when you're well."

Asabel pulled a syringe of ominous black liquid from her inventory.

"Wait, what's that?"

"It's a cure-all for fractures. I made a new one last night."

"Last night? New? What is that? Wait, I'm going to plug it somewhere!"

"Don't be afraid. It hurts for a while. You'll feel better soon."

"Hey!"

hooked.

Asabel resisted Astaroth's resistance and injected an injection into his arm.

"…uh?"

dump.

My eyes are tingling.

Astaroth, who was about to get up, turned over his eyes at the sudden influx of anesthesia and fell on the bed, foaming.

Asa Bell, who looked at it for a long time, said while looking at her syringe.

"Huh? Should I have put it in a vein?"

* * *

Time goes by.

Astaroth opened his eyes again.

He looked up at the ceiling he had become accustomed to, and then looked at Asabel next to him and said.

"Hey. Be honest. How many times is this?"

"How many times?"

“How many times have I been used as a four-year mormot?”

"Ah. I finally got some memories back. I think I have allergies, so I improved a lot. I'm glad there's progress."

"It wasn't the first either!"

When she saw her clapping her hands happily as she spoke, her anger rose.

"I thought it was because of the trauma or the side effects of your medication?! I thought I was going to die."

"Trauma. By reference, how far do you remember?"

"Are you going to teach me?!"

"Still, the effect is good. I put a lot of magic recovery agent in it. You survived thanks to that."

After losing Satan's magical powers, most of his subordinates had little to no magic left.

And it also meant death.

In the first place, if there is no magical power, it is because if something disappears, the role it was implicitly disappearing.

For example, a high-ranking Awakened can work for several days without eating and without getting tired, unlike ordinary people, and this was also thanks to the magical powers in his body.

There were so many roles that magic had to do, and the fact that it was evacuated at once was worthy of the loss of all the energy stored in the body.

In addition, the recovery of magic has the characteristic of fixing the existing magic as a catalyst, so it was not easy to recover the depleted magic.

Although her drug that woke him up from her was such a status, her obviously worked and she should thank her for saving her life.

Her, her bizarre feelings and symptoms were nothing to be thankful for.

"…I'd rather die than let go, so don't do it again."

"Yeah, okay. I will respect the patient's opinion. I didn't even think about it because I was discharged today anyway. Come on, wake up."

At her words, Astarot stood up with a humble expression on his face.

Although the total amount of magical power was definitely lower than before, it was enough to function normally.

After standing there for a while, Asabel said.

"It seems you're sad to leave a place you're passionate about."

“I was fainting every time, so I couldn’t attach a bond. Have you been there longer than that?”

"It's been less than three months."

“…Damn it. What happened to the war?”

"Go and check it yourself."

Asabel opened the door and went out.

It's a door that never opened when she tried to sneak out of her before her.

She opened such a door so easily that I wondered if she was special or if this place was special.

"Where the hell is this place?"

"Oh, and I saw you asked that too? This is Bloody Castle. Is this your first time going inside?"

"Is this the Bloody Castle?"

"Yes. The patients were very special and there were so many. That's why we specifically gathered them and made them stay here...not to be detained...but to prevent them from escaping."

“…there are no horses in Jeju in four years.”

"Because I'm an activist."

"I'd like you to refrain from that."

Tock, tock-

Along the way, two men, a familiar man and an unfamiliar man, walked up to each other.

"Hmm. Is that guy Paimon?"

"Huh? Oh. Isn't it Astarot-nim? It looks like you're well. I'm glad."

A subordinate who served in the previous war.

Although he was called a subordinate, he had a fairly high status.

"I'm glad you're still alive. Were you also captured?"

"Captured? What do you mean?"

Paimon answered his question with a questionable question.

Then the person next to him. No, the goblin answered.

"I just woke up and I don't know."

"Oh, and I see, it's misleading. Still, it's still alive. You're too hard."

"This is normal. Oh, I'm late to introduce myself. My name is Jiro. I would appreciate it if you think of me as a healer in charge of Paimon."

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“Even so, there is a class.”

“Still, I have to introduce myself straight.”

The two nodded as if they were friendly to each other.

Astarot carefully checked the appearance of a goblin named Jiro with Paimon.

It was much larger than a normal goblin, and had a fairly strong mana with a muscular body.

- Monster, Jiro

However, the words above his head were clearly evidence of an enemy monster.

He was talking to each other as if having fun together.

'What the hell happened while I was lying down.'

What is clear is that there is no ill-feeling between the two.

Astaroth looked at the two of them and said.

"Hey, are you two dating?"

"Absolutely not."

"Absolutely not."

The two answered with a smile that made them feel embarrassed.

* * *

After that, Astaroth went back and forth to see how his subordinates were with the monsters.

They all looked so friendly that you couldn't even think of a former enemy.

Occasionally, ordinary citizens came in and out.

“…I think we lost.”

I saw the citizens I saw in the second area.

Zone 2 is the last zone where ordinary citizens live. This was no different from losing the entire territory.

However, looking at their faces, it seemed that they were being treated not so badly.

"The dying soldiers are trying to live as much as possible. They are the whole family who visited."

“Aren’t you going to bet on taming?”

"I have no intention of doing it. If you are an alliance, there will be no such thing."

"Is it an alliance?"

"Yes. And I'd like to get an alliance from you if possible."

At her words, Astaroth nodded his head.

If Satan is dead, then he who has the next highest rank will have the power to ally himself.

'If there is no one who has specifically given you permission from Satan.'

Showing this figure now must have been a subpoena for that.

"Yeah. Okay. Can I ask you a favor instead?"

"What?"

Astaroth looked out and said.

"I want you to get some of my dead friends and manastones or memorabilia."

At least to build a cemetery.

Asabel, who heard him, replied as if she knew everything.

"Then let's go to the cemetery."

The place Astarot wanted already existed.

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