Chương 8: "Alien Encounter: A Journey to an Unknown Civilization part 5"
Chapter 8: A Mixture of Awe and Danger
"Okay, you're right," he said, his tone a little more relaxed. "We need to be careful and gather as much information as we can before we make a move, but what did you mean by having access to something beyond our current understanding?" the man asked curiously.
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[(⊙_⊙) (confused) You really see yourself as the protagonist of a novel, don't you?] AI Alex replied. "Let me be straightforward. If they're really using magic here, then you're in a very disadvantaged position."
"I'm listening," the man said.
[If magic is a natural occurrence in this place, then it means most people are naturally able to use it,] Alex explained.
"What's the problem with that?" the man asked.
[(・_・) (confused) Why did the government choose an idiot otaku like you for this mission?] Alex retorted. [To put it simply, you're not reincarnated or transferred into another body like the main characters in novels. Your body is just normal. To put it simply, YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO USE MAGIC.]
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING AN OTAKU, and I'm not an idiot. I mean, the government chose me for a reason. I'm just a bit confused by these shocking events."
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After some time, the man heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Another group of elves entered the room, their lithe and graceful forms moving with a fluidity that was almost otherworldly. They were dressed in shimmering robes of green and gold, and their hair was adorned with delicate flowers. They approached the man with kindness in their eyes, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. They took him by the hand and led him to another room, where he was met with a breathtaking sight.
The room was a wonderland of greenery, filled with lush gardens and sweet-smelling flowers. The man felt as though he had stepped into a fairy tale, and he was awestruck by the beauty of it all. Maidens with ethereal beauty stood at the edges of the room, their eyes fixed on the man. But what captured his attention the most was the group of people sitting in the center of the room. They were three in number: one man and two women, each more attractive than the last. They sat on chairs made of gold, their forms aglow in the soft light of the room. The man felt drawn to them, as if by some mysterious force, and he approached them with a mixture of awe and wonder.
[(＾་།＾) (nosebleed) Wow, just like in myths. Elves are extremely beautiful. Isn't that what you thought of?]
The man ignored Alex. However, as the man took a step forward, a group of guards suddenly appeared, blocking his path. They brandished their weapons, shouting at him in a language he couldn't understand. The man stumbled back, fear creeping into his heart. He had thought that he was among friends, but now it seemed as though he was in danger once again. The guards continued to bark orders at him, their faces stern and unyielding. The man had no choice but to wait, unsure of what was going to happen next. He felt trapped and vulnerable, his heart racing as he gazed upon the guards and their weapons. The beauty of the room was forgotten, replaced by a sense of fear and uncertainty.
As the man stood there, frozen with fear, a figure suddenly appeared from the shadows. It was the king of the elves, the very one the man had thought was in charge. The
king stepped forward, and the guards stepped back, bowing their heads in apology. The king spoke a few words in the strange language, and the guards stepped away, leaving the man alone with the king and a small group of elves.
One of the elves, an old, wizened creature, approached the man and lifted his hand. The man felt a sudden warmth spread through his body, and he realized that the elf was casting a spell. The words were soft and melodic, and the man felt his fear and confusion begin to lift. When the spell was finished, the man felt a sense of peace and calm settle over him. He looked up at the old elf, and the elf smiled down at him, his eyes twinkling with kindness.
As the old elf spoke, the man felt as if a veil had been lifted from his mind. The words that were once strange and unfamiliar now seemed to make sense. He listened with rapt attention, soaking in every word. The words were beautiful and melodic, and the man felt as if he was being enveloped in a warm and comforting blanket.
The old elf's voice was soothing and calm, and the man found himself relaxing further and further with each passing moment. He felt a sense of understanding and connection with the elves that he had never felt before. The words held wisdom and knowledge, and the man felt as though he was being given a glimpse into a world beyond his own.
When the spell was finished, the man felt as though he had been changed in some fundamental way. He felt more confident and at ease, and he was eager to explore the strange and beautiful world that lay before him.
Just as the man was beginning to feel at ease and fully absorbed in the magic of the moment, he noticed a tension among the elves in the room. Whispers filled the air, and a heated argument broke out between two factions. The man couldn't fully understand their words, but their gestures and expressions revealed a deep divide.
[(◣_◢) "Kill him,"] an angry and forceful voice growled from one of the elves, shocking everyone in the room. The man's heart skipped a beat, realizing the danger he was in.
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