Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 0

Chapter 0: Prologue

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I was born with a naturally weak body.

Asthma, rhinitis, atopy, and other chronic diseases that made me wish for death while I was alive.

But I lived faithfully.

I couldn’t work, but my head was okay. However, even after graduating from a prestigious university, I was rejected from job interviews one after another.

In the end, I revived my childhood hobby and made a living as a writer.

As I lived a life that didn’t go beyond my home and the cafe, I made a few bucket lists.

One of them was traveling the world. I definitely wanted to do it before I died. The other one was that. That.

However, when I visited the hospital one day due to unusual symptoms, I was sentenced to a life with a time limit. I had six months left to live at most.

I thought I could do it someday.

Damn it.

I’m waiting for death.

Parents, lover, friends. I have none.

I donated all my remaining money and played games alone with the rest. Because I can still move my fingers and eyes. I always choose muscular male characters.

I don’t need slender gunmen, thin magicians, or flexible thieves. Only a muscular warrior. A warrior who kills monsters with his fists and a large sword!

In dozens of RPGs, Roguelikes, and Dark Souls-like games, I completed the story and campaign modes, leveled up to the max, and made my virtual character brilliant.

In contrast to my muscular male character (my character ID is the same in any game) wearing expensive armor and weapons and shining brightly, my body became thinner and thinner.

The appearance I saw in the mirror was terrible. The upper body with the ribs exposed, the face like a skeleton with no flesh, and the thin arms and legs. Now it’s hard to lift even a cup of water. The medicine that prolongs my remaining life is so toxic that I vomit dozens of times a day.

Finally, I cleaned my house.

Because I didn’t want to be rude to the people who came to dispose of my body. I also put money in an envelope. Please have a hearty bowl of noodles.

My mortuary, where no one will visit. Now I regret it a little. Even with a weak body, I could have made friends.

Lover. . . Damn it.

My eyes are closing. I can feel my arms and legs, which were already heavy, becoming as soft as cotton soaked in water. I just want to kill this monster and go.

My index finger presses the mouse cursor with difficulty. The boss’s health bar, which had almost worn out, turned black, and the words YOU WIN! appeared. The muscular male character raises both arms with an expressionless face. Victory ceremony.

Yeah, you have to win too.

I lost.

Gulp, gulp.

I can feel that there’s not much time left now. And then, is this the afterglow that I’ve only seen in writing? Strength surged into my drooping limbs. I instinctively knew that this wouldn’t last more than a few minutes.

I turned off the computer with difficulty and turned on the light. I put on the shroud I had bought and lay down on the mattress that I had covered with vinyl in advance.

How kind is this? I also prepared my body waterproof. Wouldn’t the special cleaning staff cry?

I folded my hands over my stomach like a vampire entering a coffin and straightened them. I looked at the light on the ceiling that lit up the small room and closed my eyes. My last words to leave in this world came out with a sigh.

“Fuck, I don’t want to wander around as a bachelor ghost.”

If I had to, I would have been reincarnated in another world with a really strong body.

And my dream came true.

In another world where monsters and evil spirits run wild, I was born as a child of a noble family with good bones. I was talented, had a great body, and everything was good. Everything was good, except for one thing.

“Why can’t I see with this eye?”

The ominous purple eyes reflected in the mirror.

In fairytales, it is often called the eyes of a demon or a devil.

I was born with a cursed eye. And now, twenty years later, I ran away from home.

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