So now seeing these strange kinds of tensions, I was glaring at this fucker Michael, who surely wasn't giving anything for our protection, and seeing how Niona was getting affected by this wickedness, I couldn't help but release my energy of 'God of magic' and bring everyone in my energy.
And the moment my energy released and covered them in it, all the pressure got suppressed by my aura, and everybody began to look at me, and well, it was pretty convenient compared to before, thanks to those jerks interfering with my body.
Now I was able to control my titles way too efficiently, and even the toll on my body was way less negative, so it was way too nice compared to before, and feeling such change, everyone was looking way too relieved by it.
But Michael was still busy chanting those strange chants, and soon a door-like thing appeared in thin air, but it was way too pale and more like a secondhand classic door that I couldn't even call a door.
So seeing it, others also had the same expressions as me. I was not feeling that I was the only person who couldn't think of this door as nothing but a cheap wooden piece, but while looking at this door, I saw a strange message: 'Hanju has recognized the similar energy from the door; its affinity towards you has increased greatly!'
Well, this message was nothing but a walking disaster for me; one after another, everybody was talking about my poor pen, first in that wicked dream, where that bitch was scaring my soul from my body.
And now this jerky system, who was again speaking about it—this was something that I couldn't even feel happy about, because I was already in such deep trouble that I couldn't afford to even mess with a mere needle.
But here these bastards were again and again blabbering about my pen and thinking that I would like it, but fuck you bitches, there's no way I was going to react to any provocation; even if this pen started hating me, then also I wouldn't have given a fuck about it.
It was something that was now more like an organ of my body, and I wouldn't even have hesitated for a mere moment before slicing the throat of any sucker, who would be thinking about taking my pen, and with these thoughts, I looked at Michael while he was still busy in casting, and strange letters were getting engraved on its upper wooden moldings.
Surely this kind of pale door, having these strange symbols were scaring me more rather than exciting , and while i was trying to make sense of this strange door, those chats turned pitch black, and two strange scarred hands appeared from them, and they pushed their fingers in the middle of gap between the door.
And forced it to slide, but it wasn't that simple, because the hands were scared way too much, and it had traces of way too many wounds, and even when it was pushing its fingers in that gap, the skin from his fingers was getting torn from the rough surface of that door, and the blood from his fingers was spilling on the engraves of that door.
And with such a kind of scene, the door started to open, but one thing was even stranger than this brutality: as the door was opening, the skin from those hands was losing their life, and the more the door opened, the more life it lost.
Soon when the hands were left with nothing but mere shaking and skinless bones, while the door, unlike before, was now darkish violet, and a strange kind of symbol of a skull was turning crimson in the middle.
Seeing it, I couldn't help but move closer towards Ashoka and other creeps, because now this wasn't a mere game or a joke; it was something far scarier than anything I ever did in this world, and my instincts were screaming in my ears that if I didn't stay cautious with things, then it would be my hands next time that would be hung on this door, and will be used as openers.
So seeing my terrified and tense face, Niona pinched my ear while whispering, 'Calm down, asshole. Despite being such a jerk, you are acting like a little brat. At least have some balls, creep!' ' Surely she was trying to motivate me, but the door and these other things were feeling pretty insane, and I remembered how Michael is serious in those chants.
I couldn't help but feel way too pressured, so feeling this tension, I thought about messing with Niona first, because who knew if I could even return outside after messing here? So with a deep smirk, I pinched her cheeks while speaking: 'Huh, you surely gained your beauty back. A few moments back you were looking like you might turn to a corpse in any moment, and now?'
Hearing my words and feeling my pinch, she hit my nose with her head in a playful way while speaking: 'Fuck you, brat. A lady always knows how to take care of herself. Even if you wouldn't have a butt in, I would have saved my life in no time!'
Seeing her acting again proud, I gave her a smirk while speaking: 'Now-now, hearing how confident you are, maybe we should test your words right, so you want to go outside of my energy, huh?'
Hearing my words, she panicously forced a calm and sincere tone while speaking: 'Brat, stop messing around; this isn't time to do these things. Michael is looking way too troubled already, so shut up and just stay here only!'
Seeing how cute she was looking even while pretending, I couldn't help but gaze at Ashoka, whose pesky gaze was still fixed at us, a true bastard.
But while messing around, an intense aura radiated from the door, and the aura was so unstable that it couldn't even be called an aura, so seeing it, we all quickly moved towards Michael while he gestured towards us to follow him.
And with a deep breath, we entered the door, and to our astonishment, on the other side of the door, there was nothing but books, a amount that would take at least many eternities to even count.