The Experimental Log Of The Crazy Lich 소설 & 이야기

The Great Zhou Void Spiritual Qi suddenly erupted, forcing the 16 generals and the Ninedust Moonlight Mirror to retreat together. Boom! The cold currents were surging. Even though the Ninedust Moonlight Mirror had blocked most of the power of the 16 great generals, it was still seriously injured by the lich's Great Zhou Void Spiritual Qi. One or two of them fell to the ground and couldn’t stand up, vomiting blood nonstop. "Are you ready to die?" The Lich slowly asked, "If there is a next life, remember not to go against me. You are not qualified enough."

The whispers swirled around them like a current, pulling at every stray thought and fear. A sudden crackle of static snapped through the air like a whip. The invisible loudspeakers around campus came to life with a harsh whine, demanding silence. Then the voice came—measured but cold. “Attention students. This is Dean Rowen. We have a situation on campus.” Every voice on the quad died. “Earlier this evening, there was an incident in the alchemy laboratory. A student, acting without supervision, attempted an unauthorized experiment involving lycanthropic chemical enhancements. During the trial, exposure to an unstable compound occurred while the student was in mid-transformation.”

S) To be honest, I was actually impressed by the idea itself, also to be able to use such a high-level spell and even use it just to froze things this Lich probably going to be something that I will have to worried about. One thing that weird even for me on this second floor is that the whole floor was turned into a freezer, and based on our observation, it was used to store a lot of stuff, I can see a few boxes of seeds, greens, and a whole lot of cured meats and after casting a few [Analyse] at the meat, all of them comes from a monster. What kind of Lich willing to preserved a lump of meat and furniture, I wondered if this Lich is even normal at this point.

“Oh, Edith… I’m sorry. But they destroyed him?” “Not without heavy casualties. We’re restructuring all our factions to lower the chances of a breach of secrecy. Even many of the diehard rogues are seeking to return to the safety of the pack.” “But what does it have to do… the bloody battlefield.” “Battlefields and other locations, the Lich used for horrific experiments. We couldn’t clean it all up fast enough. It appears as if this group of humans like to use bloody underground locations to open the portals. The good thing is that the Fae may be coming through, but they are killing the ritualists after they are through. Closing the doorway to further traffic.”

he slaps at what looks like a journal of some kind, "on 'failed transformations' and 'tests.'" I take the journal from his hand. The handwriting isn't too legible but I can make out enough of the words. "Experiment 102: failure. Genome successfully wiped, new installation unviable. Alive." I skip back several pages. "Experiment 86: failure. Seizure mid genome wipe. Fatality." The rest of the pages continued on like this. Failure after failure. I've fought these 'experiments' and I feel like not much about them were failures. Sure, they look hideous but if all he's going for is greater strength, then surely they aren't all failures.

{~~Logan Grey~~} The first testing was about to begin, and I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. The lab, now a hive of activity, was a testament to the countless hours of preparation and planning that had brought us to this moment. Every piece of equipment, every test tube and microscope, was ready to be put to use in our quest to find a cure for Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome (LDS).

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.

Milrac takes the letter carefully from my hands and reads it once. His face doesn’t change. That scares me more than anger would. I stand abruptly and start pacing. “I’m running out of time.” “Ava—” “The antidote should already be finished but the stabilization keeps collapsing and every version either degrades too fast or turns toxic and I—” I stop. Completely. The realization hits so suddenly it feels physical. Milrac notices instantly. “What?” I turn toward him slowly. “The lilies.” His eyes sharpen slightly. “The black frost lilies in your northern garden.”

Or maybe that was me. “Clara,” Niko’s off‑screen voice said, low now. “Just keep breathing. Focus on my voice if it hurts.” The log ended abruptly, and the screen was cutting to black with a soft electronic chirp. My reflection stared back at me in the darkened monitor—pale, eyes wide. I clicked the next log with numb fingers. LOG_004 – PROTOCOL B. The image that filled the screen made my blood run cold. Same room. Same chair.

​While I fought the ghosts of my past in the sterile upper levels, Killian was fighting for the very survival of his soul in the pits deep below the mountain. The “Training Grounds” were a series of sunken circular arenas, the walls lined with high-voltage emitters and silent cameras that recorded every drop of Alpha blood spilled on the sand for Lilith’s data logs. The air down here was thick with the scent of old copper, sweat, and the electric tang of the dampening fields that kept the beast at bay.