"They are coming."
"Really!"
"I know it!"
In the recording, Elvis whispered incessantly with a hoarse voice, panting urgently due to excessive fear.
"Ha, cough cough!"
Coughing for a long ti, one could hear the sound of liquid hitting the ground, unclear whether it was vomited gastric juice due to extre nervousness or expelled blood.
"They, they all say I’m crazy, but I know for myself, I’m not!"
"I’ve always been very clear-headed!"
"From the very beginning, I noticed it!"
"It has never been asleep!"
Gulp.
A distinct swallowing sound ca from the recording, as if he choked on his own saliva, coughing repeatedly for quite a while.
"It’s been silently watching their every move! Watching them cut Its body, seeing what they did!"
"I don’t understand, I really can’t understand..."
"Why doesn’t It stop them? Why just watch?"
Why do the Divine allow mortals to desecrate themselves?
Why could It endure before?
But now can no longer endure?
He kept mumbling, trying to question a non-existent companion, hoping to get an answer.
After a long while, he fell silent.
"...The reason doesn’t matter anymore, yes, it doesn’t matter at all!"
"Because now, It’s utterly furious."
"I heard..."
"Its roar!"
"It’s summoning the other Divine, I’ve already heard Their response!"
"The vanished Gods are going to return."
"When that day cos, They will unleash a cruel punishnt!"
"Divine punishnt!"
"True Divine punishnt is about to descend upon us!!!"
The Elf Grand Mage began to retch again, falling into a rambling state, muttering incoherently.
"Judgnt Day, yes, the real Judgnt Day is coming, is upon us!"
"Really!"
"But no one believes !"
"That bunch of idiots ignored my warnings, they took all my cautions as if I was jealous of their progress..."
"I’m jealous of them? What a joke, I succeeded!"
"Haha!"
Suddenly, the previously frantic Grand Mage cald down, rather complacently beginning to praise himself.
"Not those patchwork monsters, but what I envisioned, the truly perfect Beastman that can be stably inherited by future generations!"
"Ah, being furry is so great, haha! I’m truly a genius."
"Heh heh, heh heh heh, I’m really amazing... heh heh!"
"Today, today let’s choose this potion! Haha!"
After that, Elvis seed to have fallen into a semi-crazed state.
He seed to have completely forgotten about ’those beings’, imrsed all day in his ’masterpiece’—indulged in turning himself into various types of Beastn.
Yes.
Elvis’s fondness for furry creatures wasn’t about wanting to have so intimate relationship with them.
But about wanting to turn himself into sothing furry...
Perhaps, fear of ’Judgnt Day’ had reached a certain limit, his mind automatically entered a state of self-protection.
He beautified everything unreasonable around him, forcefully explaining all the oddities.
As if
Normally remained as before, constantly changing his appearance, docunting the sensations of each form.
But, at a certain special node, fear would once again break through the ntal defense, realizing anew the danger just at hand.
Trembling, despair, wailing... then once more ’losing his mind’ turning into that ’incorrigible furry enthusiast Grand Mage’ in collapse.
From a universal point of view, this guy really ’went mad’ at that ti, endlessly repeating such a cycle.
"..."
Herbert silently shook his head slightly, sighed lightly, having no desire to continue listening.
What to say?
It’s pointless.
This guy’s end seems to lack so special novelty.
After all, it’s nothing more than the downfall of a mad scientist.
After all, it’s just a record from the old days.
A person from the old days, having nothing to do with him.
The only common point worthy of ntion, is their shared enthusiasm for furry things.
Consider him a kindred spirit?
Not quite yet.
But these two kindred spirits across millennia, actually differ in details.
This Elf Grand Mage’s lik... hmm, hobby is unique, only liking the furry Kemonomimi.
And wants to turn himself into sothing furry.
But Herbert is different.
Whether it’s a fluffy Kemonomimi, or a scaly Monster Girl, or a life-form in a unique form... he can accept them all.
He can accept them all.
Or to put it another way.
All non-human creatures are within his strike zone.
He, equally, loves all the living beings in the world.
Moreover, he has no desire to beco one of them.
Compared to Elvis’s ultimate end, Herbert is more interested in the perfect Beastman potion and antidote he ntioned.
Herbert already had so suspicions regarding the fruits of Elvis’s so-called successes.
Currently, in the world, there isn’t the so-called ’perfect Beastman’ as claid by this Grand Mage, but there is, hmm, a group of ’cursed people’ wandering all over the place.
The cursed people, or the ’descendants of Beastn’, are a pitiable group surviving on the fringes and corners of the world.
They are not the ’Half-Beastn’ produced by the offspring of ’Beastman’ and ’human’, but rather another race, descendants of the ’First Generation Beastn’.
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