Episode 224: The Ghost King -3-
It’s better this way.
Seeing the saint made me even more confident.
That what I deduced was true.
I quickly calmed down.
“Yes. It’s been a while. You seem to be very busy with construction. Considering that you came to Brazil, where there aren’t many believers.”
He shot back at me as if he was complaining.
The saintess smiles brightly.
“That’s right. I ended up in Brazil, which was not in my fortune. It’s all thanks to the person standing in front of me. If everything had gone as planned, I could have easily taken care of everything in Seoul.”
Then, without any warning, he came up to me and linked arms with me.
“Shall we take a walk?”
Level 7 vs level 8.
Should we end it here?
But the trait I was currently equipped with was sending out a fierce warning.
[Ear][Sixth sense][Understanding]
[Intelligent][Cool][Concentrated]
Can’t win.
It’s different from when I beat superhumans one level higher when I was low level.
If level 7 is still in the realm of humans, then level 8 is clearly an extra-human realm.
You felt it when you sparred with the commander.
Level 8 is said to be difficult.
another.
I had a strange confidence that the saint would do nothing to me.
Because I haven’t grown to the extent the saint wanted me to.
I am the saint’s plan B.
At the point where Plan A fails, my death is both my failure and the Saint’s failure.
“Yeah.”
I grabbed the saint and dragged her away violently.
The saintess snickers as she is dragged along as I pull her.
“He’s a rougher guy than he looks. I like rough guys too. He’s good at taming people.”
That’s a creepy sound.
I walked in front of the main shrine in silence.
As I kept my mouth shut, the saintess, unable to hold it in any longer, opened her mouth.
“Are there any questions? I think I have a lot to ask you. Since you’re doing so well, I’m thinking of telling you a few things as a reward.”
“doesn’t exist.”
What are you asking?
I’ll find out.
Even if he dies soon, he will never express regret to the saint.
The saint gave me strength and stopped me.
A state where there is neither the strength of a giant nor the power of a diamond.
The level 8 boss, the saint, was stronger than me.
The saint looks straight at me.
A languid face like a full-bellied tiger.
Eyes as clear as a crystal mirror.
But there was an evil spirit brewing inside.
“I have many questions. I heard about them. From our believers in Greece.”
Greece?
Oh, by any chance?
“You are from another world.”
The saint’s eyes shone persistently.
“That’s unexpected. I thought our savior, the great spirit, would be from our world. I controlled the spell, predicted auspicious days, and conducted the ritual by observing the cycle of soul circulation. In particular, I made it so that a great spirit I know would possess him. But I was really surprised to find out that he was from another world. This is why life is interesting. The twists of fate and the distortions of space and time easily play tricks on people’s small plans.”
Is that so surprising?
He tried to shoot me once, but his face hardened instead.
What did the saint say just now?
There were words I just couldn’t pass up.
Did you adjust the drinking method?
Did you perform the ceremony?
I looked straight at the saint and asked.
“Wait a minute. You performed the ritual?”
“I guess you didn’t know?”
The saintess turned her head slightly.
He was deliberately smiling brightly, but he didn’t look particularly unpleasant.
“I summoned the savior. At first glance, I wondered if it was the person I summoned, but now that I’ve watched it, it seems like it is. Ahaha, an alien! An alien spirit! I thought the ritual failed, but it was a great success, no, a transcendent success! Even my old father was satisfied. That’s why he willingly allowed me to change my future plans.”
“lie.”
“Is it true?”
“I asked Gaia. Gaia said that you, the saint, couldn’t have summoned me. If you had summoned me in the first place, you wouldn’t be standing here in front of me. Where do you sell the medicine?”
I was so sure of that.
At the end, he spoke informally to her, but the saint simply laughed.
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Then he tilts his head slightly and asks a question.
“That’s right. It’s impossible. It’s absolutely impossible for me to be alive and well after carrying out such a grand ritual. I think so too.”
what.
This astral projection technique.
“Then the first problem.”
The saint held up her long, white index finger.
“What did I sacrifice?”
Sacrificed?
what?
Look into the saint.
Try to understand.
Take a cool-headed look.
Think carefully.
In the end, the intuition and sixth sense gained the power of intelligence and one conclusion flashed.
“Yourself?”
Otherwise it’s impossible.
The old father’s sect was an extremely selfish sect.
They take it for granted that they will sacrifice their own blood relatives.
In order to conduct a great ritual that could be dangerous to Gaia in such a religious order, one must ultimately sacrifice oneself.
So, there is only one conclusion.
There is only one case where you can sacrifice yourself and still look fine.
“Your future?”
The back of my head feels cold.
Yeah, this is possible.
If it means burning down one’s own future, one’s own life.
If it’s about pulling in future resources.
A saint who reached level 8 in her 20s.
Level 9 can be either an archangel or a demigod.
If I succeed in resurrecting my old father, I might become a minor deity.
If I were to give up that self and be granted two years, or at most three years of life, I could perform the soul summoning ritual.
Even fooling the eyes of other deities.
“As expected, you are the savior.”
The saint placed her hand devoutly on her heart.
“I sacrificed everything. My life, my body, my soul, everything.”
“Are you crazy? Then you won’t be able to reincarnate!”
“ha ha ha.”
The saint burst into a clear laugh.
“What good is reincarnation when the world is dying? Rather than let this wretched body, which will rot when I die, wear out through endless reincarnation and become manure for the universe, I would rather use it for something valuable, at a time of my own choosing.”
The saintess uncrossed her arms.
Fold your hands together in front of me and bow reverently.
A polite but not servile attitude.
The saint looked into my eyes and said.
“So please, Savior, stop wandering. Life is a sea of suffering, and this Earth is another name for hell. Offer your spirit and body to the old father. In doing so, be freed from this sea of suffering, from this hellish Earth.”
I was almost convinced for a moment.
If it weren’t for the typical fanatic’s rhetoric and the logical fallacy, I might have overlooked it.
The saint was sincere in her words.
He was trying to convince me with all his heart.
Actually, I did that.
Because I pushed myself to live a limited life, to live a limited soul.
There was silence for a long time.
A thought suddenly occurred to me and I asked in a hushed voice.
“… … Why are you doing this? Old Father can no longer be completely resurrected. Wouldn’t it be impossible without sacrificing an entire city the size of Seoul? Even the Phantom King can’t do anything about Sao Paulo.”
“You know that much? The Savior is different after all. Perhaps he observed our world from another world?”
The saint smiled meaningfully.
As if you already know how I will answer.
“I thought you were destroying all the secret strongholds. The Golden Sword? This is the first time I’ve heard of something like that. Do you know when I was most surprised? It was when the Savior made my disciple the sword that my old father had. I really wonder. What would our world have looked like from the Savior’s world?”
The saint who turns her body.
Darkness is falling.
The spider webs spreading across the sky are mixing with the strange energy rising from the ground to form a pitch-black curtain.
“All plans must change according to circumstances. The same goes for the resurrection plan. It would be great if the old father were to be resurrected in perfect condition, but… … Actually, the changed grand plan might be better. A small world deserves a small god. Although it is blasphemous for me to say it myself.”
A small world befits a small god?
There was a concept that flashed through my mind.
“Wise God?”
“Ding dong dang dong! That’s right!”
The saintess clapped her hands slowly, “crack, crack, crack.”
“Once the Savior makes up his mind, everything will go smoothly. The old father will descend as a wise god, and he will continue to reincarnate and protect this world. All the planned disasters will be canceled. The old father, who has obtained the power of the heavens as a result of the success of the Great Consciousness, who has seized the fate of the other world people, will pacify this world!”
The saint turned her face toward me.
So much so that I could almost feel my breath.
“How about it? Won’t you join me in sacrificing your body and soul to save the world? Our great and holy Savior.”
My answer is set.
“fu*k you.”
He gave a forceful stop.
salvation?
Saving the world through self-sacrifice?
It’s all bullshit.
I have no family or friends in this world.
He did have disciples, subordinates, and property.
But you want me to sacrifice for those things?
Not only giving your life, but your soul as well?
I could never do that.
I can fight for what is mine, but I cannot sacrifice unilaterally.
The saintess looked blatantly disappointed.
“I am disappointed, Savior. You have abandoned the cause and are only concerned with your own comfort.”
“Well? To me, a world that is being destroyed by a disaster or a world that has become a human ranch for a transcendent being all look like hell to me.”
“Humans are happiest when they are devoted to God. A life of eating well, living in safety, and then dedicating body and soul to God is the ultimate pleasure.”
“That fu*king shit sound.”
I can’t help but swear.
I have a certain social standing now, so I tried to refrain from swearing, but I absolutely cannot stand this nonsense.
The saint took two steps back as if she had expected this.
“I knew you would do that. It’s too bad. If you hadn’t reincarnated into another world and lived that life, but had kept all of your original memories, then we would have been able to communicate.”
Oh, what?
There was no time to ask questions.
The saint said goodbye to me with an expressionless face.
“I hope you stay healthy until we meet again. I hope you survive today. I believe that the great soul has been reincarnated and reborn as a savior.”
Wow!
A gust of wind blew.
I switched characteristics and fought back, but my vision was briefly blocked for some time, so I didn’t know what to do.
The last words he left behind lingered in my ears like a ghost.
“May the blessings of the old father be with the Savior alone.”
This time, no other gods are mentioned.
It wasn’t a big deal, but I was worried for no reason.
“Hoooo.”
Every time I see it, it shakes my mind.
I steeled myself and looked straight ahead.
Organizing the information you get today is something you’ll do later.
Now is the time to act.
The ground spider that has been spreading since earlier.
It’s obvious at first glance that this is not normal.
This is especially true of the black energy rising from the ground.
It felt extremely evil and extremely slimy.
The magic of death.
The Ghost King was already gaining momentum.
Ding ding ding ding!
“Emergency! Emergency!”
“All hands together!”
“Protect Poka!”
“Call everyone in!”
“Your Highness! Then the citizens of São Paulo… … .”
“Leave them alone! The support request meeting has already been held! Master Chak or Master Tepeu will come and punish them!”
At this point, the Phantom King is dead and will not reach level 8 even if he wakes up.
It could be possible if you give it a lot of time and turn all the citizens of São Paulo into a ghost army.
But before that, the heavy-assed Sage God will arrive and finish off the Phantom King.
That won’t do.
The Phantom King is my prey.
“after.”
Check your weapon status.
The silent sword hangs neatly on my waist.
Mjolnir and the gun are in the armory.
He carried his golf bag with him even when meeting with the archbishop or talking to the saint.
A perfectly perfect situation.
“Hey, Your Majesty!”
The daily secretary came running just now, asking what I was doing.
“I’m sorry, I suddenly fell asleep!”
“It’s okay. I had a guest come to visit.”
“Ah… … But there’s something you need to know! SNS is going crazy right now!”
A tablet PC shown by the daily secretary.
It wasn’t a complete mess.
A slum in Sao Paulo.
Zombies are appearing in hordes and attacking.
These aren’t the slow-moving zombies you see in early zombie movies.
It’s a reinforced zombie.
He was running like some kind of track and field athlete and was piling on the people.
“Let’s go there.”
“yes?”
“The Mamaquila sect and the Poca sect will not move.”
“Ha, but, Your Majesty… … .”
The driver and the daily secretary both had scary faces.
That’s probably it.
Even people in this world who are accustomed to the most gory images can’t help but be afraid when they see people being eaten in real time.
“Okay, I’ll go by myself. You can leave work first.”
it’s okay.
Since when did I start sitting at the top with a stiff neck?
He flew away without even listening to the answer.
Flash!
Move into the air by blinking.
Activate the island power.
A flash of lightning appeared.
After repeatedly using the Great Air Raid and Golden Jump, use Flash and Lightning again when the cooldown is over.
It was faster than taking a limousine.
I ran across the rooftop of the building like a bird.
It was a much better choice as the roads were already getting congested.
Without even needing to open the map, he ran in a straight line towards the place with a strong magical scent, towards the source of darkness.
“Kyaaaaak!”
“Kekeke!”
“Ahhh! Please save me!”
“Mom! Mom!”
The citizens of São Paulo ask me for help.
Reach out your hand longingly.
But I couldn’t hold that hand.
A large army of undead has been released.
In São Paulo, where there were no forces or subordinate superhumans to help me, I was just another superhuman.
‘I can’t help it.’
You have to cool down.
You have to act rationally.
Ultimately, catching the Phantom King as soon as possible is the way to help people.
so.
Pretending not to see people dying.
Turning away from the tragedy overflowing in the streets.
Drinking the elixir.
Applying the catalyst to the Muteki Sword and Mjolnir.
I reached the end of my run.
The place where the Ghost King descended.
At São Paulo’s largest landfill.
[Is it you?]
The Phantom King rose, his skeletal armor rattling.
[The human that the Dark Jaguar spoke of.]
Before I knew it, I had become a celebrity among the gods.
The Ghost King’s eyes glowed with greed.
[It went well.]
Kuuung.
The Phantom King who wields the Skull Sword.
The sticky magic of death flows out thickly.
[If I shape your body and eat your soul, my power will return to you completely. Just offer your head quietly, and I will not torture your soul.]
This guy and that guy, really.
Do I look that easy?
Equipped with the Holy Crown Knight.
A light that glows like a crown tears apart the darkness spread by the Phantom King.
The Phantom King finally looks at me with his eyes shining brightly.
I rebuked the phantom king as he looked at me.
“Try it.”
