Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 26 - Magic Stab

“...”

I stared at the big man, sharp without blinking to show my firmness.

“...”

He also looks good. Although I could not see his face because of the mask he was wearing, I could feel the heat of the atmosphere right now. Not a wave of emotion, more in a direction like instinct and intuition alone.

Until a few seconds we were silent, I did not see a good response from the big man. He was still speechless with an expression I could not see clearly what it was like. Until the end ....

*Plac

Hn?

Applause?

*Plaque, plaque, plaque ....

“Oh, OooOOohhHH .. I did not expect it to be like this.”

“What?” tanyaku firmly jerking. “You still want to want to further lure me?”

“No, no .. I was just .. just amazed to see all this go on beyond expectations. It makes me even more interested in you.”

“Save that answer later, I just want what I ask now.”

“Don't be cold like that. You should be proud because you are the first human being to have me interested to this extent. How about we start getting acquainted first, my name is Octalif. Just call me Octa.”

“...”

The big guy looked down small, he lowered his head parallel to his shoulders and put a hand on his chest as well as a waiter who introduced himself. But, at that time I felt a little awkward, maybe because the height of his body far above made my point of view strange.

“My name ... Kaivan.”

I was there to decide my name. With such politeness automatically my humility also appears.

“Kaivan .. I will remember,” rephrase Octa who until now still heard his hoarse voice. “Starting this second, there is no such thing as a deal.”

*tav ....

“Hmn?”

In Octa's last sentence, he suddenly raised his hand again. Like holding a volleyball with his palm up, he made an orb of light in his hand. Bright glistening, dazzling with the dominant color in a dark room.

I then had no bad thoughts, being calm because I thought that what he was doing was some kind of teleportation magic to drive me out of the place. The emotional wave of the big man still felt bland, I don't know what he was thinking directly just by feeling the thick and indolent emotions in the heart.

There he continued to coagulate the light in his hand, continuously condensing the magic ball in his hand until it finally formed a small rod like a pen, and continued to be compacted again until it was as small as a match. Then ....

*throw

Octa threw the magic formation, he threw a hand swing forward so that the magic rod was thrown.

*stabs

“Hh!?”

Until finally it stuck to my forehead.

At first I did not respond strongly, only slightly shuddering while directing two eyeballs to the middle of the forehead looking at the light rod stuck in my head. But all of that only lasted a few seconds. Because ....

“Gkhgt!!? Akghht!!? AaAaaakkkhh ..!!”

I started to feel an incredible sensation. As if all the veins on my face were electrocuted with high tension, making the thoughts and reflexes in the head become tense instantly, making the eyes, ears, tongue, gums, even nose hair feel the sting.

The flow of energy from my forehead made my eyes want to come out, the head that was not strong was given a spark that was unintentionally swayed. I who want to muffle all those feelings can only hold the head with one hand, stick the fingers with strong energy, override the pain to eliminate the strong sensation, scratching violently while occasionally growling teeth in pain.

*Dug, dug ....

My heart rate was boosted, gradually the energy felt from the head flowed into the area under my body. Every finger segment, every joint in the wrist, every vein in the active muscle moves randomly out of control. The flow of energy makes a ‘tak normal pulse in my body, making it vibrate like being stung by electricity repeatedly.

Whatisthis? Whatisthis? What'sthis!?

Pain ...?

Wasn't it!

The feeling I felt was not pain, but full. The magic energy he gave me just now made my body fill up like a balloon, constantly being forced to expand in a mysterious sense. I felt it, a gradually strong urge that continued to force my body to enlarge.

But, of course, the human body is not designed to expand like that. My veins may be elastic, but that doesn't mean they can be enlarged, my muscles may be trained to develop, but not to blow. Every arousal I felt, my body automatically resisted it all to maintain its original form. So I kept feeling the pressure on my body.

The force on my feet began to disappear, the upright foundation on the soles of the feet was replaced by the knees, I collapsed into a half-standing position.

My vision grew blurry, interrupted by the refraction of tears, and inexplicably turned white every second. I'm sure my eyes are open, the veins on my face force it to open. The sensation of the eyeball wanting to come out was constantly held back, and at one point my vision was completely replaced by a white beam.

There I tried to hold all my consciousness. Continue to regulate breathing that may improve the condition. But, the more I tried, the firmer they all flew away.

I started to lose control of my body, at one point I didn't even understand how my body was now forming. When I thought I was moving my body, I felt absolutely no reciprocity from the heavy effects of every nerve I commanded. Just like I was dreaming.

The light file began to fade, all of it seemed to be replaced by a scene I did not know.

*Whoush ....

Black ... color fading white file. Chocolate ... vibrating color that keeps on chiming in black. Green ... another color that appears on the other side when I try to move the view.

Ah, yes, this is in a region with many shade plants.

My view there remains blurry, not as clear as the shadow that is affected by drugs. I did not know how to move my head, but the vision that was moving like a swinging head was not at all from the command of my brain.

Hm?

There my gaze began to be directed better, raised straight in line to look forward. Then, the first thing I saw was two people, with a large male poster standing across from each other talking about something.

Eh? This ... where? Me ... Where am I?

A sound?

The sound is different from the sound heard by the ear. When my conclusion was where I could not hear, I was again confused by the humming sensation in my head. The voice that came was very clearly from a woman, she spoke exactly like she was talking inside my head.

The view continued to move in all directions, looking down and sideways in turn. Until the end ....

I-i'm tied? Wh why? Eh? My mouth is also closed!?

The girl started to panic. He who had begun to understand the condition was immediately flooded with fear. He realized his hands and feet were tied, he realized his mouth was plastered, he realized he was in a foreign place away from the crowd, he realized.

*Dug, dug ....

Eh?

But the most surprising thing is what happens next.

The fear, panic, worry, anger, sadness, and pain felt by the girl could be felt by me as well. Every beat of his heart, every shiver of his hand, every drop of his tear, every groan in his throat. I'm like the second person to do a simulation inside someone's body.

I know how this happened. I know the fear he's feeling. I also know that what this girl is thinking right now is very true.

The two men begin to realize that the girl is aware, they begin to work together and make a deal. Start their action and approach the girl's shadow.

The girl's fear continued to peak, she was so shocked that her body and mind stopped working. Unable to fight, and indeed unable to fight. What he hoped for was a miracle, screaming in his heart and hoping full of hope that what he experienced was just a dream.

*Whoush ....

Hh!?

I felt another sensation. When I was in a torment receiving a wave of emotion from the victim of the crime, at some point my body experienced a severe shock that brought me to another scene.

This time, what replaced the white file was a common sight at home. A peaceful looking environment with furniture calms a resting place.

Returning unable to hear, I could only follow a view that was not actually controlled by me. There was an adult woman, sitting holding her head like a dizzy person.

Usually here I can tell what the woman is feeling by the power of my emotional detection. But, this time it felt empty, what I felt only applied to my point of view.

My gaze was running, the person representing this body was approaching towards the woman. There, I just realized that it turned out high my vision was very low. As the distance got closer, the woman who was sitting turned out to have a height parallel to my view. It seemed, this time my point of view this time was a child.

The mature woman glanced, she spoke with an unpleasant expression. His face was like he was screaming, but I still couldn't hear their conversation.

*Dug, dug ....

Then, it happened again.

The feelings experienced by the little boy were felt back by me. Strong pressure, a sense of destruction, an inner incision in every word heard, and a strong stress that was contagious due to the loud snapping he received.

Mama ... why? Mama .. I'm scared.

It sounded again, a hum of words ringing in my head.

I don't know what he's doing, but his gaze being swiped by a black shadow and a hand made me understand that this child was crying. Indeed the reason is unclear, but I understand from the feeling of fear that he is in. She had no other response that could be issued in this heavy moment other than crying.

I think it's the end. But it turned out to be the beginning of suffering.

The adult woman who was disturbed by the cry of the child began to pick up wooden stick objects. It was a broom, the woman hit the child many times without restraining her strength.

I could feel it, the pain in every part of the body the child was suffering from. Every gurgle of his agonized body was full of bruises, his breathing choking on his cries that were jolted by the subsequent consecutive blows. He could only snatch, protect his head and continue to receive blows again.

Whether in the punch to how much, the boy began to faint. He was exhausted and began to lose his consciousness gradually. Laying on the floor of the house without carpets and smelling cold tiles.

The woman who saw the child had ‘tak fight and silence from her crying was getting bored. He stopped beating her and left the child alone.

I can feel his suffering here. The little boy was not silent, he was just out of energy to cry, and even out of breath to scream.

*Whoush ....

Shaken back to me in a new vision, a new suffering of various people. It's like I'm into a world of illusion and kept being plagued by self-hypnosis.

I was shown the lives of many people, their sufferings, their lives, and all their pain. When they all find the path of truth and the end of the happiness they deserve. All of that was repeated, they were forcibly reset back to their life of torment.

Keep at it, keep on repeating, living in a time loop they don't want to.

Their suffering lasted for weeks, even months. They were helped and found hope, then brainwashed again to feel similar suffering. They are forced to experience the same thing, forced to beg and pray to a miracle, forced to produce a magic.

I now understand how depraved the plan that I had originally kept there was.

However, the most unforgivable thing was when I saw one of the victims of Octa's plan. In the vision, I clearly saw Dina and Azarin's sister. They are both forced to do a drama to continue to feel the pain in order to produce magic.

Sister Dina with her partner Verdian, they continue to live a life of betrayal and crime, even entering into a slimy act. Just keep repeating until someone helps him which of course will be brainwashed next.

Azarin, she was forced to experience violence from her mother continuously. When everything improves and leads to a bright path. They were again brainwashed to repeat the same suffering.

I can see it, the reason why Azarin died turns out there is something to do with this demon named Octa. When I took Azarin's mana, Octa thought it was an anomaly. He who was disappointed not to get anywhere began to reset the KDRT relationship and added improvisation in a more cruel direction for Azarin to suffer more.

But, the results are too excessive. Azarin was depressed and stressed out without my knowledge which she eventually chose to commit suicide.

*Whoush ....

“Ghakhs!! Hh!? Hah .. hah ...”

The illusion started to stop, I could feel my body breathing fast right now.

There my eyes were still blurred, but I was clearly looking at the carpet where I had met Octa.

“OOoooOhhhHH .. how did you sleep just now ... Kaivan?”