Chapter 269 – Purity and Jealousy (2)

Alon frowned as he gazed at the existence with hundreds of pairs of wings.

‘Why is that here…’

Alon knew what that was.

It was impossible not to know.

A boss he had faced several times while playing Psychedelia.

‘The Angel of Purity.’

That was its name when it first appeared in Psychedelia.

Its true name was revealed later when one actually played the boss battle.

‘The Seraph of Jealousy… why on earth is it here?’

The Seraph of Jealousy.

A being that hid its name and gathered jealousy and awe from everyone to fully manifest the Sin of Jealousy.

The most difficult existence to deal with in Psychedelia.

Fragmentary pieces of information flashed through his head.

He clearly recognized that the main stem of the story had already changed a lot due to the butterfly effect.

Nevertheless, Alon felt something was wrong with the Seraph’s appearance.

As far as he knew, the place where the Seraph should appear was…

Because it should have been Laxas, where Radan was, not here.

However, Alon soon pushed that question aside.

Unfortunately, now was not the time to have such thoughts.

“T-Teacher? What do you mean by that…?”

Alon turned his gaze and looked at Yutia.

She looked somewhat anxious, unlike her usual self.

Alon felt a sense of doubt and asked back.

“What do you mean?”

“That I don’t need to lift a hand…”

It was a cautious reaction, as if she were watching his reaction.

At that moment, Alon was pondering if that remark was strange.

“Brother!”

Yuman urgently called Alon.

Alon thought he should postpone that story as well for now.

“Yutia, there is something you need to do.”

He brought up the important matter at hand.

***

Yuman felt hope the moment he saw Alon’s figure.

It wasn’t just him.

All the clergy and holy knights here harbored expectations at Alon’s appearance.

There were those who hadn’t seen Alon’s power with their own eyes, but even they knew the rumors.

Countless rumors, too many to be about just one person.

Each one was no different from an epic of a mythical hero.

And as if rewarding that hope.

[Kkyu.]

At the moment a black cat on Alon’s shoulder murmured softly.

“Assimilation.”

The words were spat out from Alon’s mouth.

At the same time.

Grin!

Eyes appeared on the abyss-like body where nothing had existed until a moment ago.

Beyond one pair, two pairs.

Beyond two pairs, four pairs.

Beyond four pairs, eight pairs.

The eyeballs that appeared unknowingly instantly rode down its tail and began to spread into the shadow.

■■■■■■■■■■■!!!

At the moment the White Ghosts, having sensed an abnormality, turned their gaze toward Alon.

“Shadow Wood.”

Pook!

Black thorns pierced the White Ghosts all at once.

“…”

Silence settled over the space that had been full of commotion.

The holy knight who had been shouting Sironia’s name to overcome fear.

The clergyman who had been wielding holy power to protect the people.

Everyone looked at the scene in silence.

As if the massacre until just now had been a lie.

The White Ghosts hung helplessly on the black tree, having lost their freedom.

“Ah…”

An exclamation burst from someone.

Ripples formed in the silence.

One word flashed through everyone’s head.

Overwhelming.

No other word came to mind.

Just purely and neatly.

That alone was stuck in their minds like a shock.

And when everyone’s gaze turned toward one place as if coordinated.

They could see him.

A man who had disposed of the White Ghosts at once by forming seals with an indifferent expression.

Alon Palladio.

Eventually.

As the Shadow Wood disappeared, the White Ghosts that had been hanging helplessly began to plummet to the ground one by one.

Blood flowers blooming along with a hair-raising sound.

The existences that had made this cliff noisy were completely annihilated.

Thus, only one individual remained.

[….]

It was only the Seraph of Jealousy, looking down at Alon loftily with its giant eyeball.

Hope rose in everyone’s eyes.

“Attack…”

At the moment a holy knight was about to open his mouth.

“Stop.”

Alon, who had been silent, stepped in.

Only one word.

But a word that was clearly delivered to everyone’s ears.

Doubts rose in their eyes.

“…Why is that, Brother?”

Yuman’s voice was filled with bewilderment.

Everyone looked at Alon as if they agreed.

At that, Alon calmly said.

“We cannot kill that thing.”

He handed down the verdict.

“…What does that mean?”

Yuman opened his mouth as if he couldn’t understand.

But his question could not continue.

[You are a person with unusual insight.]

Because the holy voice of the Seraph was heard.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the Seraph once again.

[That is right. I am not an existence you can harm because you want to, nor am I an existence you can eliminate because you wish to… so you should just watch my birth.]

It arrogantly finished speaking and turned its massive body…

“Th-That monster is heading to the capital!”

…It began to head toward Rosaria.

At that, the clergymen hurriedly raised their holy power.

However.

“It is in vain.”

Once again, due to Alon’s restraint, the faces of the clergymen were stained with bewilderment.

“Brother, then are you saying we should just leave that monster alone while it goes to Rosaria!?”

Yuman protested fiercely, but Alon remained silent.

He also wanted to pull that thing down right now if he could.

Since Alon had already played Psychedelia, he knew well what the Seraph of Jealousy would do in the future.

If the Sin of Sloth was known as a synonym for grotesque and cruel things in Psychedelia.

The Sin of Jealousy was famous as a ‘synonym for mass slaughter’.

“Whew.”

Alon caught his breath.

Memories that were now quite blurry.

He forcibly pulled out fragments about the Seraph of Jealousy.

The Seraph of Jealousy.

This was virtually the stage just before becoming the ‘Sin of Jealousy’.

The moment it headed to a crowded place and preyed on fear, awe, and jealousy.

The Seraph of Jealousy would emerge and be born as a Sin.

Someone might wonder.

How one could feel ‘awe and jealousy’ looking at that thing.

But that was not a big problem.

Even if the appearance was that of a bizarre monster.

Its ability was focused on planting ‘awe and jealousy’ in those who felt ‘fear’…

Because it was focused solely on giving birth to the Sin of Jealousy in this world.

If the Seraph’s ability was only that.

Alon would not have given up like this.

Because he could just deal with it before the Seraph of Jealousy did anything.

However, the essential reason why Alon did not dare to do so.

It was because of Nullity, one of the other abilities possessed by the Seraph of Jealousy.

The ability to nullify any attack until it turned into a Sin.

That was why in Psychedelia, only the White Ghosts, which were small mobs, appeared for nearly 20 turns.

It was a boss with a gimmick that allowed one to make full preparations for the fight with the Sin that would be born later.

That meant.

They were currently in a situation where they had no choice but to just watch the mass slaughter.

“Brother!”

Yuman cried out desperately.

Clergymen were also seen ignoring Alon’s words and firing holy power toward the Seraph.

However, as expected, their attacks did not reach it at all.

The sword of the holy knight.

The spear of the clergyman.

Even the cardinal’s ignorant holy power.

Yuman’s will to somehow block the Seraph heading to Rosaria also did not work.

And.

[Do not be afraid…]

When the Seraph of Jealousy finally reached the sky above Rosaria, lamentation appeared on everyone’s faces.

[My children.]

The hope that had dwelled in their eyes fluttered like a candle in front of the wind.

[I am the existence that shall grant you enlightenment.]

Terrible despair swallowed their chests.

[Everyone, look up at me.]

A sin-like helplessness wrapped around their limbs like a hungry ghost.

In that brief moment.

Hundreds of pairs of the Seraph’s bizarre wings twisted and snapped simultaneously, announcing the birth of a new existence.

…The birth of a Sin began to be announced.

And.

Swish.

Alon, who had been waiting only for this moment, moved.

“…Brother?”

Yuman, who had lost his soul in frustration, muttered blankly.

However, Alon, with his back to everyone’s gaze, quietly formed hand seals.

At the same time…

Hand Thunder Seal.

Sixfold Knot.

Flash Thunder God.

It shot out as it was.

Alon looked forward.

Hundreds of pairs of wings were sucked into its giant eye.

Below, there were the subjects who looked at the sky in fear.

What would happen after this was obvious.

The moment the Sin of Jealousy was born, all those who felt fear and awe would turn into White Ghosts.

They would hunt humans as if it were their given mission.

Yes, in just a few tens of seconds.

“…”

Therefore, Alon.

Aimed for this moment.

While everyone offered awe.

Now, when the Seraph of Jealousy was preparing to be born as a Sin.

This moment when that thing was no longer the ‘Seraph of Jealousy’ but had become an incomplete Sin…

“Reverse Heaven.”

He had waited for it.

Whoosh!!!

His body was enveloped in a pure white brilliance, and stars began to appear above his head.

One star for a point.

Two stars for a line.

Four lines for a shape.

Eight, sixteen…

Countless stars created a Milky Way under the sunset sky.

“Ugh.”

Alon’s head, instantly overloaded, became as hot as if it were melting, and his eyes became bloodshot.

Alon’s mana hole, which was very narrow to handle the constantly generated mana, constantly overworked his brain.

But even in the midst of that.

Alon calmly finished the analysis.

‘The magic until now won’t work.’

Alon acknowledged it cleanly.

Even if it was him using Reverse Heaven.

Magic that simply poured in mana ignorantly could not cause much damage to a Sin.

Even if that Sin was in an incomplete state.

A Sin was an unreasonable existence in itself.

Because Alon’s magic only widened the range even if he poured in mana ignorantly, it didn’t get stronger.

Therefore, he recalled.

It started from Penia’s opinion…

‘After all, the point is that you can’t handle mana, Marquis, so you float all the overflowing mana in the sky, right?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Then simply, how about making “preparations” with that?’

‘Preparations…?’

‘Yes, of course, difficult magic would be hard. But wouldn’t simple magic of about the 2nd circle be possible? You can compete with quantity. For example, instead of randomly sending out mana in a hurry, you keep it in a certain form, and then link the mana clumps created that way at once in units of lines…’

An inquiry.

‘Hmm, it certainly looks okay for something implemented while incomplete… Marquis, you shouldn’t use this recklessly, okay?’

‘Do you think there will be a problem after all?’

‘In many ways. First of all, it is implemented, but it’s incomplete, right? It’s not the feeling we wanted in the first place. And above all, it’s too unstable. Especially, you should never use it in a place with many people!’

‘I am aware of that much.’

As she feared in the recollection, what Alon was trying to use now was incomplete.

He couldn’t produce the effect properly.

Perfect control was also impossible.

The incantations and phrases were only roughly matched.

But even so.

The reason Alon used this magic, even asking Yutia to prepare the moment he saw the Seraph of Jealousy with his own eyes.

Was because he thought that even though it was incomplete.

There was nothing but this for now.

And.

Linked Computation.

Fourfold Knot.

Beneath the sunset sky.

Meteor Shower.

The Milky Way fell.