Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 284

Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (41)

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“AA AA AA….”

The fog disperses and the witch’s body is revealed. The professor caught his breath as he watched the corpses that made up the body fall like rain.

An attack that truly contains all the power we have had so far. Even if I couldn’t kill him in one hit, I thought I could at least inflict a fatal wound.

『Ahh, ahhh…. Why…』

but. Even though there was a hole the size of a bell tower in that giant body made up of countless corpses, that moan that came out of the witch’s mouth.

It was not a sigh of pain, but a mixture of lament and anger.

『Why… can’t I understand?』

From beginning to end. Even before entering this capital, I have constantly wanted to share my questions about her choices. I tried so hard to show it through the intersection of repeated topics and choices.

『To you too. I wanted to give the same teachings to you, a saint who wanders the world bound by God’s will like me.』

Although he was intelligent enough to understand her meaning, the saint who bore the name of light could not accept her will.

At first, it was just a general worry about which member of the powerful royal family to choose. Starting with money and power, just mundane concerns.

After the flowering of the curse, through the human Othello. It proves that faith can be overturned with just a small whisper, and that ideas are easily infected.

Between the power of the emperor and the power of a powerful witch, the choice of a saint who persuaded the nobles and made the people turn to the emperor’s side turned out to be a choice that ended up killing them all, even though it was clearly the right choice. Those who look down from above will not make the right choice, but the wrong choice that requires less sacrifice.

Lastly, her past. Through history’s forgotten battlefields, she taught us that even among the gods, there are scales that divide one’s weight, and that there are imperfections that discard something for the greater good.

『If you truly represent God’s will… if you are also someone who has devoted your entire life to that voice.』

Patter…. patter.

『I believed you would understand me. I was born to love everyone, but I struggle with the contradiction of having to let someone go from my arms with my own hands. I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t understand it, the core… Yeah. Even though I returned to my own choice a long time ago, it still remained within me. ‘Why, why did you make that choice? My light, why did you make me like this? why. Why…’ That was like questioning my existence.』

The professor looked around and gathered his strength as the witch’s voice grew stronger.

“…So, from the castle city to here. “Were you that interested in me?”

『At least… I thought I could get Ro Haram’s answer through your answer.』

Patter, patter….

As if the shock wasn’t small, corpses covered in curses fell endlessly from the witch’s body. The giant fleshy body with thousands of eyes and tens of thousands of arms was unable to maintain its shape and collapsed, seemingly collapsing in the end.

As his body shrunk, the power of the curse that flowed out grew stronger, to the point where it was difficult to breathe.

‘Even though the emperor took it away, he is a being who possesses at least part of the power of a god and the qualifications of a god. He didn’t think he would send it to the goal with one shot….’

A powerful light flowing from a pile of collapsing corpses, as if peeling off their skin.

Unlike its previous monster-like appearance, it was still made up of hideous things, but something clearly human-shaped walked out.

She laughed self-mockingly as she watched the body that had countless vengeful spirits and curses crumble apart.

Even though it did not contain divinity, it was an incredibly strong blow, powerful enough to destroy both her curse built up over decades and her body at the same time. The fact that it was done by the hand of her saint of light seemed like the answer to the question she had been waiting for so long.

I will become a star for the abandoned. If there was no place for them, I promised myself that I would take that place and embrace them all, but this was the last regret that I could not let go of.

『…Latura.』

Because I can no longer hear the whispers of light, I have learned that the answer to the final question that led to 100 years of agony is truly fleeting.

『…This might be the answer. Like the light that just goes straight ahead without any hesitation. He still… hasn’t changed.』

With that smile, the last of my regrets disappeared.

A saint wearing a dress made of bones and blood vessels, and her eyes covered with white cloth.

The cloth covering the eyes symbolizes that the saint breaks away from worldly standards and follows the light of God in her vision.

Her fingers point towards her eyes.

Finally, the old cloth, stained with blood and stains, disappeared before her eyes.

『In that case, I should also give you an answer. You even sent someone like this to her daughter, whose voice could not even reach her, and personally confirmed it.』

The fallen cloth crumbled, finally. After many years, Mary, seeing the world with her own eyes, cast off the last of her mortal attachments and took her steps toward her immortal divine status.

A small but clear piece of God, a saint.

The power of the emperor, who was supposed to be the master, turned the mortal emperor into a puppet, and allowed the empire to prosper while his power alone floated like an illusion. A divinity without a master.

The god who formed a complete form by combining fragments and half-power was exactly like the essence of the crushed corpse and the vengeful spirit.

[Wuuuuuu-]

Tower of Cursed Fire. The tower of flowers bloomed by the dead shook with cries as if honoring its birth.

As the tower shook, all the cursed people throughout the capital knelt down on the spot in amazement. As if she were walking towards heaven like that wish, the witch began to move upward, stepping on the steps of worship made up of her dead man’s arms.

A voice that proclaims to the world that it is not simply a stain on the world, but a rule that makes up the world itself.

『I was born as a saint. I have lived hundreds of lives, completely practicing what I was born to do, and living in that joy.』

The tower made of flowers was growing endlessly. Through the fog that covered the capital, through the clouds, endlessly, as if the entity made up of the bodies of the dead reached out toward the sky.

『Mission and affection. To extend that light to the ends of the world and move towards endless peace, and to treat them all with love. Of the two essences that make up me, I will choose only one.』

Up, further up. The tower, which was heading endlessly into the sky as if it would reach the stars, finally stopped growing, instantly blooming a huge flower that cast a shadow over the entire capital, and then withering away.

At the end, the moment when the hand of the witch touches the stairs that are made of the bones and flesh of the dead.

Saralarak-

Like an illusion, it bore enormous fruit consisting of curses and fog.

Cover the moon, cover the stars. A sphere large enough to absorb all the light that illuminates the night.

『…Now, I am their mother. I will transcend the boundaries between good and evil, life and death, and embrace them all in my arms. In the name of Mea Maria, not me, the saint. I will become a malefic that destroys the world and become one with them all. No one anymore. I will not be abandoned before the name of the world.』

All that falls into her hands will be sucked in and returned to nothingness, their resting place, Hungseong.

A person who was born as a saint, was reborn as a witch, and eventually became a god.

Mea – Maria.

“…It feels like too much for a rehearsal.”

As a professor who had suddenly found himself dealing with a god, the situation was so absurd that he couldn’t even laugh.

-Snap.

[Aldrich.]

[I need time. I can see it, but I can’t get to it. There are so many spirits surrounding that entity. Unbelievable. To unite the damned with affection. How can this even be insulting…]

[….Ottoman.]

[Notum and I alone are not enough! When you gave it a big shake, you ripped out what appeared to be the core of the tower, but in the blink of an eye, a new core was in place! Even if we estimate, you will have to repeat the same shock that shook the witch’s soul three times!]

“…Three times…. Easier said than done.”

The professor looked at the witch surrounded by purple light and the red malefic star covering the sky.

The deeply rooted cursed tower spreads out its roots and absorbs blood, corpses, and curses throughout the capital.

Those absorbed produce the cursed fruit, which bursts and spews out a purple mist.

The fog of curses, flying like a bridge to the sky, touches the evil star, its light and size. It adds even more vitality to something that is still on the border between illusion and reality.

The reality of witches. A fallen saint, a saint who defected for the sake of those who were abandoned. The way she ultimately wanted to approach.

Malice, Mea Maria.

“…What does Armageddon mean in a fantasy apocalypse?”

As the red star gradually became clearer and closer to the capital, the professor squeezed his thoughts.

The ultimate blow that pulled out every last muscle of the entire body, from head to toe.

An ally who even used the doping called Edeorna’s Arm to achieve a few more blows.

[….If you do that. Can you tear off all the cursed coins that make up the core of the tower?]

[Maintaining the status quo… I think it is possible to some extent.]

“Hey.”

Even the result that can be achieved by doing so is no more than blocking the water with a hoe.

‘….does not exist. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t think of a way to block that with my abilities.’

The wedge is ready. Aldrich and Nell. Otman and Notum. The important thing is to open a gap to drive that wedge in.

There are no answers to what I know, but if there is one thing left to look forward to.

“Emperor. A person who says that he is omniscient because he can read the past and future of the empire, and that he fell into sloth because of that.”

He chose to disappear from existence himself, preventing the witch’s curse from being completed and all of the empire’s divine power from being absorbed by the witch.

However, if you truly have insight close to power, you will know that the moment the emperor, who is the opposite of the witch, disappears, the witch’s power will completely overtake the capital. The witch must have also clearly known that she can reach the position of god just with the power she has absorbed so far.

Why did the emperor choose to die in that way?

There is something. Something must be going on somewhere I don’t know.

There were quests like that while playing the game. A quest that cannot be solved no matter what the player does, and solutions come to the player one after another outside of the player’s line of sight.

For now, I had no choice but to believe that the emperor’s arrangements were being made in that direction.

If I had to guess one thing… Idrasil.

‘The guy who was following me like I was going crazy and wanted to die, I couldn’t see him at some point. Just before he entered the imperial palace, he heard a voice following him from behind.

When I noticed that the stalker elf had disappeared at some point, my small doubts turned into some confidence.

Outside my field of vision, something is happening.

Just like always. Charlotte in Turan and Astrada in Wuthering Heights. Just as Haunuman and Borka were the main characters in each of his stories, this time too, the spotlight on this great incident is not just shining on me.

‘Maintain the status quo. As Otman said, we must somehow prevent the situation from becoming irreversible until our teams on the front lines are ready!’

Clap. Pussssuk…. Slam!

The skin that a witch sheds. The corpses and skin that she had collected over a period of 100 years, and in a way, the corpses that contained the twisted affection that she had held in her arms for the longest time, began to rise one by one.

Knights whose bodies were pierced by spears and swords.

From half-mangled soldiers to those without heads.

Those whose melted skin was tightly woven together like armor blocked my path with a menacing purple eye glow.

One of them looked familiar.

Although it was horribly distorted, the distorted face was familiar and recognizable.

“Landale… was it Sir?”

“There was a time when I lived under that name…”

Led by Landale, countless knights and soldiers were abandoned on the same battlefield as the saint. And civilians.

Those whom the saintess collected first became high-ranking undead who had been with her for the longest time and imbued with the power of the curse to their deepest core.

“I watched in silence…. It was unpleasant to see the disgusting Apostle of Light and the Saint meet, but it was also his long-standing wish…. I hope it will be a small consolation to the one who came out of rest for us. “Hopefully, I opened the way for you and welcomed you…”

The undead’s gloomy voice contained subtle anger. However, it was not the raw hatred towards the living that the undead have.

Rather, it is anger that can be seen as a lively voice.

A voice filled with firm conviction and ego that does not fit in with the undead.

The cursed knights approached with a staggered but firm gait and shared their words as if they were one body.

“I turned my back on the light… and became a knight… but I am not at all ashamed of that vow.”

“The weak…”

“Colleagues…”

“For my brothers who were abandoned in the world….”

“Latura.”

“Latura…. Mea – Maria.”

Sigh!

Phew!

Tdu-duk, pak!

As a signal, Landale pulls out the sword lodged in his chest. Those who were reciting prayers for the unclean began to attack the professor.

“…Latura.”

The professor stretched out his fists towards them and said the same prayer as them.

It was the bare minimum of courtesy not to include Gwangmyeong’s name.

A night in the capital where a red evil sound appears.

Inside the witch’s tower, curses and violence began to swirl together.

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“Ugh-!”

Like lightning thrown towards the night sky, a ray of light soars into the sky with a blazing light. Lucilla had no choice but to pause and cover her ears at the terrifying pounding that followed.

A flow of power that makes you dizzy just by touching its aftermath. It meant that something was happening outside of her and that it wasn’t far away.

Rough fingers touched Lucilla’s arm as she lost her balance and stumbled.

One of two figures wearing dark robes. He was a tall man.

“It’s okay…so.”

“Ugh, wow… no… I think it’s okay. Hydrasil, what about you?”

“it’s okay. Now that we have passed the stage of moving cautiously. “It’s not a particularly big loss.”

Idrasil gently wiped the blood flowing from his ear and turned his head. Familiar energy. That blazing light was unfamiliar, but it had the power to remind me of someone just by looking at it.

“professor. “It must be his strength.”

“…Of course, the only one with such ignorant and loud power is the warrior.”

The light that shot into the sky like a pillar of light disappeared, and in its wake, the fog that covered the capital city lightened for a moment. Soon, thicker fog poured down and Lucilla became even more impatient as she saw an ominous red moon rising.

‘I do not have time.’

Confidence without cause or basis for speculation. Something close to a merchant’s sense was making her heart beat.

She, too, was clearly aware of the great importance of the Lion Sword in this city full of curses and magic. Since Idrasil was certain that she could never lift it, it occurred to her that this sword may not have caught her eye by mere coincidence, but that he may have entrusted his body to her with some meaning.

I seemed like a foolish noblewoman who believed in stories straight out of fairy tales, but right before my eyes there was a tower of huge flower trees piercing the sky, a red moon was rising that obscured the sky, and the entire capital was going crazy. How could I have any sense of reality?

So, why did you choose her?

‘It definitely won’t be bullshit telling you to swing at me.’

She is a merchant, and she has never had the slightest doubt about that fact in her life.

If it were a knife that came to the merchant’s hand, the meaning would not be to hold it and swing it.

If so, it would be a really strange idea.

As the golden energy whispered, there is truly something she can do in this capital where legends and legends swirl. If there is something that must be done.

What a merchant does. From here to there. A being that is like the lifeblood of the world, moving logistics and goods to where they need to be. If, by some fate, that legendary sword had found its way into her hands.

Perhaps, she thought, she had been chosen to be the carrier.

‘I can’t swing it though. If only I could find someone who could wield it properly. It will definitely be of great help to the group struggling in the middle of that terrible place!’

So, following the faint pull that echoes along with her heartbeat. She followed the sound of the sword and came here.

A small hole-like back door on the outskirts of the capital leading from All Amperia to the Castle City.

All the way to the place that blocks the path of the two people whose entire bodies are covered with thick robes.

“take it. “This sword is clearly looking for you.”

“….”

Face too. Even the name. I couldn’t see anything inside the robe because it was covered in the shadows of the night.

‘Are you sure. ‘This is the person.’

Both Lucilla’s strange sense and her eyes as a merchant were certain that this was the person.

‘Dark brown, shabby robe. It looks dirty, but if you look closely, it’s a robe made of high-quality fabric with not a single hair unraveling.’

‘The small robe makes a clanking sound every time it walks. It’s not a sharp friction sound typical of metal, but judging by the sound, it’s a kind of soft metal intricately intertwined, probably gold ornaments. ‘There was so much trash that I was carrying so much that I even had to be careful about my steps.’

‘When you just grabbed my arm. It’s okay…me? Was it okay…? My lower leg almost came out unconsciously due to my reflexive actions. A person who naturally treats me with disdain even though I don’t even know who he is, even though he is dressed like a nobleman.’

Yeah, it’s definitely this guy.

Lucilla untied the sword tied to her waist and held out the whole sword wrapped in cloth, but the man just stared at it.

“….refuse.”

What came back was the same rejection he gave me when I first met him.

“Do you think I have time to argue with you now? It’s fate. Even if you don’t hold it, you won’t feel that it’s attracted to you!”

“Therefore, I refuse. I’m already tired of being manipulated by fate. “I will now live as myself.”

“B-but…!”

The man doesn’t even blink at Lucilla’s plea and turns toward the back door leading to the castle city.

At first glance, a sword grazed his golden eyes reflected in the red sky, but he turned his head as if to forget it.

I no longer wanted to be swayed by fate. His sword had already been defeated, and when the long chain of fate with him was lifted, didn’t he make a clear resolution?

Now, I will live a life that will be proven by my name, not my last name.

“…Let’s go first, Mother. “There is no life left for us here now.”

The person wearing the small robe stared at the man’s face inside the hood at the man’s urging.

Hair that stretches out like a lion’s mane. Eyes that look like melted gold. A firm mouth and tired eyes.

The prince, Gainax, rejected the fate that had come upon him and turned towards the outside of the capital.

“What should we do now, Lucilla?”

“…I have to follow.”

“Follow me?”

“…I have to sell it! Stick with me until I live! somehow! “Hard sell!”

Lucilla, carrying the lion sword on her back, started crying harder than before and ran after Gainax.

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fantasy,