The guard captain handed me a towel so I could deal with my bloodstained cleaning uniform.
I mechanically wiped down the uniform, trying not to look beside me.
Because right there, there had to be the grotesque corpse of the Nameless Religion cultist whose head the guard captain had blown apart.
-Hmm. It certainly isn’t a pleasant sight! Defiling the floor without any sense of aesthetics…… Oho, Mr. Roe Deer! Something interesting is happening!
“…??”
I turned my head reflexively.
The place where the gore, flesh, and smashed head had been tossed aside was already melting away.
As if time had suddenly been turned backward, what had been drying into the floor transformed into the shriveled body of someone….
A human corpse.
So emaciated that there was no way to identify who it had been, and from the gaping mouth of that person, a dry, tightly rolled, old scrap of paper fell out.
The inner side, where unrecognizable golden letters had been written, wriggled the instant my gaze landed on it and changed into Korean.
Mimicry Sect Scripture, Verse 4
Story Usurper
“…!”
A divine method.
In other words, it was basically one of Nameless Religion’s Ghost Story generators.
When an initiate swallows a fragment of a divine-method scripture and performs a ritual at an altar, they become able to use that particular power.
The guard captain slowly walked over to it, then crouched down.
He was probably going to collect it….
“Grade 4… Hey, do you want it?”
Pardon?
“It seems like… the company buys those for a pretty good price…. Just say you got it somewhere else and sell it later…….”
“…You’re the one who dealt with it. Is it really okay for me to keep it for myself like that?”
“What’s the problem……”
“……”
“I don’t really… need money….”
No, what I meant was, with the company’s guard captain stepping in, was it really fine for me to keep it…