Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 192: Engraving (2) (Part 1)
After a while.
I was sitting against the wall, clutching my arm.
The wound on my left arm had disappeared, but the burning pain lingered as if I had been burned.
“……Hoo.”
I sighed.
Luckily, I acted quickly; if I had been a bit slower, it would have been irreversible.
<What the hell…… is this…?>
“What do you think?”
I looked down with a tone full of irritation.
At my feet, a plump pigeon was flapping its wings.
The pigeon spun around in place, inspecting its wings and body.
<You damn… What have you done to me?!>
“You said you wanted a body, right? I gave you what you wanted. Instead of thanking me, you’re angry?”
<No way…>
“Yes.”
“Goo… Goo!”
The pigeon’s eyes widened.
“You’re a pigeon now.”
<……>
“Isn’t it great to have a body? By the way, that pigeon’s name is Goo Goo Con.”
<What, what did you say!>
Honestly, I didn’t expect it to turn out this way either.
I didn’t expect a monster from the Advent Dungeon to appear before me.
Even though I’ve witnessed countless advents and engraving processes, this was my first time seeing this.
‘Anyway…’
I sat down on the floor.
After gulping down the second potion, I looked at the pigeon again.
The pigeon was waddling clumsily, looking down and examining its wings. It seemed unable to grasp the situation.
<You, you damn human! How dare you…!>
After about five minutes of inspecting its body, the pigeon finally seemed to accept reality and scolded me.
<Return me at once! Or I’ll tear you apart!>
“How do you want me to return you?”
<Are you asking because you don’t know?>
“I’m asking because I really don’t know. It just happened, so tell me how, and I’ll consider it.”
<That’s… that, that’s…!>
The pigeon spread its wings after a moment of contemplation.
<Return me! I tried to bestow upon you the honor of being a vessel for a great race, and you do this. How insolent. Han Israt!>
“Goo goo! Goo… Goo!”
The pigeon’s beak opened and closed widely.
<Human! If you return me, I will spare your life. Make a wise choice! No one can survive the wrath of the great race.>
“You want to take over my body. If I return you, won’t I die?”
<You won’t die. You will be revived as one with me.>
As I remained silent, the pigeon covered its beak and laughed.
“Kukukuk…”
<Are you scared? Fine. I’ll give you a special chance. Return me to your left arm. I’ll count to ten! I’ll start now. Ten…>
“Kuek!”
I grabbed the pigeon by the neck and lifted it.
“Chickens sure make a lot of noise.”
<You damn! Don’t you know your place yet, you lowly human…>
“Kuak!”
Splash!
I plunged the pigeon’s head into the nearby water barrel.
The pigeon flapped its wings and struggled, but a mere bird couldn’t have much strength. I pushed it deeper, to the bottom of the barrel.
“Kuek, kehek, kururuk…!”
After counting to thirty seconds, I pulled it out of the barrel.
<You insolent… My head…>
Second plunge.
I counted another thirty seconds.
<I’ll kill you…>
Third plunge.
This time, I counted for a full minute.
“Kkirarak!”
It wasn’t until the fourth time that the pigeon quieted down.
I pressed down on the pigeon’s head as it lay on the straw heap.
“Don’t mess with me.”
“Kur… Kurur!”
“Shut up, it’s noisy.”
I slammed the pigeon’s head onto the ground and forced its beak open, stuffing it with straw.
The collapsed pigeon flapped its wings weakly.
“You don’t seem to understand the situation. Great race or whatever, right now, you’re just a pigeon-like weakling. Got it? If you don’t like it, try transforming into that proud dragon body of yours.”
<You, you damn…>
“Still don’t get it?”
I smirked and stepped on the pigeon’s head.
Its skull was pathetically fragile. Just a little pressure and its head would shatter like a potato chip.
<If you kill me… you won’t be able to use the Black Dragon Blood!>
“I don’t care. I’ll just consider it bad luck and find a new engraving. Better than being taken by a pigeon chick who doesn’t know its place.”
I applied a slight pressure with my foot.
“Kuek!”
The pigeon flapped violently.
I had expected contamination, but not like this.
I was quite annoyed. To the point where I didn’t care what happened to the engraving.
I almost ended up in an unpleasant situation.
<Wa, wait! Hold on!>
“Why should I?”
<If you kill me…>
“I said I don’t need you.”
<Don’t kill me! I don’t want to go back there!>
“Kueeeeeek!”
The pigeon, coughing up straw, squirmed left and right.
“Do you get the situation now?”
<I, I get it! I won’t ask you to return me!>
“Good thing you understood, even if late.”
I eased the pressure off my foot.
The pigeon was panting, lying on its side.
“Alright, Goo Goo Con.”
<Damn it! I’m Halkion Syraos, the primordial…>
I moved my foot.
<Call me whatever you want!!!>
“Good.”