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Chapter 106: 106

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"Di-divine power...?!"

The dean's eyes widened.

He wasn't the only one shocked.

"Divine power?!"

"Impossible! How could a Black Mage's lackey wield such a noble power...?!"

"Even His Eminence the Cardinal, no, even His Holiness the Pope has never manifested divine power so clearly. How could this be...?!"

"Could he truly be the Prophet-"

The students and faculty behind the dean stared at me with shock and confusion in their eyes.

My hypnosis app had them all in a daze!

Cries of disbelief also erupted behind me.

"Divine power! It's divine power! He really is the Prophet!"

"I had my doubts about Raphael's words, but he truly wields divine power. My goodness..."

"Hooray! We have been saved! Hooray! O Heaven!"

Even the Black Mages lined up behind me were overwhelmed with shock and joy after witnessing my divine power.

I snickered.

'These guys only believe me now that they've seen my divine magic. They looked strangely doubtful before.'

The ten Black Mages, including Raphael, had already seen my divine power.

They clearly believed I was the Prophet.

The other several hundred Black Mages, however, had never seen it before.

They seemed half-convinced and half-doubtful about whether I was really the Prophet.

Then, at last, they saw my divine magic for themselves.

Only then did the Black Mages acknowledge me as the real Prophet.

As a result...

"The Prophet... is real?!"

"O Heaven!"

"That's divine power? Then what was everything I'd seen until now...?"

"The Prophet has shown us divinity! He is the true Prophet!"

Everyone here accepted me as the Prophet.

Black Mages and white mages alike.

Students and faculty alike.

Several hundred people watched me in hushed awe, their eyes filled with reverence!

It felt good!

So I gave it some thought.

'Hmm... Should I show off as the Prophet here?'

Under normal circumstances, I would've drawn all sorts of attention here.

I'd have yelled that I was the Extreme Lunatic Hell Heaven Prophet and demanded they hurry up and praise and worship me.

But...

I couldn't bring myself to do that.

I had at least a little conscience.

'People are dying here. Even I feel a little bad acting like that right now...'

I glanced over at the injured people.

They lay huddled together where the barrier had melted away.

Their condition wasn't good.

"Save... Save me..."

"Urrghhh..."

"..."

Dozens of injured people lay on the floor, unconscious and groaning in pain as they hovered near death.

They were literally on the verge of dying.

Even I felt a little guilty about putting on my Prophet act and showing off in front of dying people.

I'd hold back my usual nonsense for now.

Anyway.

"Yap."

I extended my staff and activated the loaded Blessing spell.

Then...

-Paaaaaah-!

Brilliant radiance burst from the tip of my staff.

Warm, sacred golden energy spread beautifully as though it would fill the entire space.

It scattered across the area where the patients had gathered.

Then I realized something.

'Ah. I put in too much mana! I used enough mana for a thousand Fireballs.'

There were so many injured people to heal...

I must've gotten too fired up.

I'd burned far too much mana on Blessing magic!

The mana I'd just used was enough for a thousand Fireballs.

It was comparable to my ultimate move, Mana Cannon, «Final Spark».

I clicked my tongue.

'What a waste. An eco-friendly person like me wasting mana like this...!'

Using even a quarter of that would've been enough.

I'd failed to control my strength and spent a huge amount of mana.

Still, since I'd used so much, the effect was unquestionable.

-Fssshhh...!

Golden radiance settled over the injured people's bodies.

Then something extraordinary began to happen.

The deep stab wound in a young man's abdomen closed in an instant.

Fresh pink skin grew over a burn victim whose skin had burned away over half their body.

Color returned to the cheeks of a girl who had gone pale from excessive blood loss.

-Wooooooong!

Warm light seeped into every corner of their bodies.

It erased their wounds and pain without a trace.

By the time the golden radiance completely faded...

"Handel's condition?!"

"Eric! Are you awake, Eric?!"

"Mac, where are we..."

"Princess Aurora!"

The patients had all recovered as though they had never been hurt.

My Holy-Area Heal had saved them in an instant!

I nodded with satisfaction.

"Hmm. They were all about to die, yet I saved every one of them in an instant...! As expected of me, a serial savior who saves the country, its citizens, its economy, and its industries...!"

As expected of me!

The healing effect was incredible!

The dean, standing right beside me and watching all my miracles from start to finish, asked in a trembling voice.

"You... no, honored one. Who are you?"

"...Are you truly the Prophet? The scriptures say the true Prophet will come to save this world when endless darkness swallows it. Are you saying that Prophet is you?"

"?"

What was this guy talking about?

Was he also the sort who only said things he understood, like the Black Mages?

He continued.

"A Prophet, and one who appeared alongside Black Mages... I was certain it was a lie. But with such extraordinary divine power, and after showing such grace by saving my disciples...! You truly are the Prophet..."

"That's me."

"Aaaaaah!"

Thud.

He dropped to his knees.

"I, Albert Cronion! I was a blind, insignificant creature of this earth and failed to recognize the true Prophet! Please tear out this worthless old man's eyes and punish his irreverence!"

"Why is this old man suddenly saying something so brutal? Why would I tear out your eyes? Don't go overboard. Your knees will hurt, so get up."

I forcibly pulled the sobbing old man to his feet.

In other words, I grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him right up.

"Gah...!"

Forced to his feet, he shuddered.

He must've realized that the physical strength of the Extreme Lunatic Hell Wizard Hunter was no joke, despite my appearance.

He'd figured out I was a strength mage!

I clicked my tongue.

'I forgot to control my strength. To think the Prophet would be exposed as a strength mage instead of a proper mage...!'

A strength mage walks the heretical path, after all!

Anyway, after roughly sorting out the situation, I calmly looked around.

Then I saw them.

"Eric! You bastard! You're alive!"

"Jackson! How dare you make your big brother worry about you?!"

"Princess Aurora has regained consciousness!"

"Your Highness! Thank goodness, thank goodness...! We must contact the imperial family at once-!"

The formerly injured people stared blankly after returning from the brink of death, while students hugged them, crying and laughing in joy.

"So many people at once...! Even with potions, those wounds would have been hard to heal!"

"It's real! The Prophet from the scriptures has descended upon the earth!"

"But didn't they say the Prophet would descend only when destruction came to the world? Then..."

"Look at the state of the continent! The endless war between the Empire and the Federation, the Black Mages' rebellion, even the flood of monsters at the borders... Doesn't that mean the continent's destruction is near?"

"But the Prophet has descended. We will be saved...!"

"The Prophet watches over us! We will wash away the sins of the past, repent, and be reborn!"

"Waaaaaah!"

-Iing!

Black Mages, white mages, noble students, faculty...

Even Iing Iing.

Regardless of status or origin, everyone offered me their cheers and faith.

Just like an Extreme Lunatic Hell cult leader, I'd captured everyone here in an instant!

It was satisfying.

'Hehe. Everyone is losing their minds at the arrival of this Extreme Lunatic Hell Heaven Saint.'

It was quite a sight, watching them offer faith after falling for my hypnosis app.

If this went well, I could make not only the Black Mages, but also the white mages and nobles into believers in my fake church...?

I clenched my fist.

"Good! Time to expand the church! Bring in not only the Black Mages, but the nobles and white mages too. We'll make the church bigger!"

And someday...

I'd become the leader of the Extreme Lunatic Hell fake church and build a harem...

Then live in debauchery surrounded by an army of beautiful fantasy girls in bikinis doing the Zero Two dance!

I could do this!

Let's go, let's go, fighting!

For the beautiful bikini Zero Two harem!

That was when I was hardening my resolve.

"Huh?"

All of a sudden, I felt a strange gaze.

It felt like someone was peeping at me from an impossibly distant place.

The prickling sensation on the back of my neck was incredibly distracting.

"Who's there?!"

Whip.

I quickly raised my head and looked up.

But there was nothing above me.

All I could see was the old, dreary ceiling of the auditorium.

There wasn't a single person in sight.

Hyeji, who had been watching from beside me, asked.

"Jiho, why are you suddenly looking at the ceiling? Are you stretching your neck?"

"No. It suddenly felt like someone was peeping at me from the sky. Was I imagining it?"

"What is that supposed to mean...? Jiho, have you finally lost your mind?"

Right.

Had I really gone crazy?

Why had I suddenly felt that strange gaze?

Well, it was probably my imagination.

I shrugged and wrapped things up.

"We've gathered as much loot as we can, and we've saved all the injured people who were hiding behind the barrier... There's nothing else to do here. Shall we head back?"

"Yes. Iing Iing, let's go back! Lead us to the Escape Portal."

-Iing!

Just as we were about to leave...

"Prophet!!!"

Bark!

Raphael, who had been following us, suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Whoa, you startled me! What? Why are you suddenly shouting? I thought my eardrums would burst."

"Prophet! Above your head! Look above your head!"

-Iing! Iing! Iiiing!

Raphael frantically pointed above my head.

He wasn't the only one.

The Black Mages beside him, Dean Albert, the students and faculty, even Na Hyeji and Iing Iing...

Everyone there gaped while looking above my head.

I was confused.

'What? Why is everyone staring at the top of my head?'

Did I have hair loss or something?

No, that couldn't be right.

Everyone in my family had thick hair...

Could hair loss be contagious?

Jang Daehan, you bastard!

Did you dare pass your hair loss on to me?!

This was how you repaid me for saving your hair follicles?!

I won't forgive you!

As those random thoughts ran through my mind, I slowly raised my head to check above me.

And there it was.

-Sparkle, sparkle.

"?"

A round golden ring floated above my head.

It gave off a warm, sacred light!

What was this?

"A Halo, proof of divinity!"

"Even a Halo...! The Prophet has received Heaven's recognition!"

"Prophet!"

"Waaaaaah!"

"???"

As the people around me fell into another frenzy, I blankly stared at the golden ring above my head.

A hollow laugh slipped out.

'A golden ring floating above my head... Isn't this that halo thing?'

The thing that floated over the heads of angels and saints.

Why was it over my head?

When I reached out to touch it...

-Fssshhh...!

The Halo vanished in an instant.

As though it didn't want to be caught, it broke apart into faint golden dust and disappeared.

Scratching the back of my head, I said,

"Um, Hyeji."

"Yes, Jiho?"

"That thing over my head just now. It was a halo, right? The thing over saints' heads in religious art."

"Um... probably? It looked quite similar to the ones in movies and comics."

"Why did it appear over my head? I feel a little weird saying this, but... I'm just running a fake church."

"Who knows? Maybe it isn't actually fake..."

"?"

What was she talking about?

Had Hyeji fallen for my hypnosis app too?

It would be a bit of a problem if even Hyeji believed I was the Prophet.

Anyway.

'Whatever. We've finished clearing Floor 38, so let's just hurry back.'

The strange event had startled me for a moment...

But there was nothing else to do here.

It was time to wrap up the raid and go home.

Leaving the noisy atmosphere behind, we headed toward the Escape Portal.

Our party wasn't alone on the way there, though.

"Prophet! We await your next descent!"

"Please save the continent!"

"Prophet!"

We stepped onto the Escape Portal amid the fervent sendoff of the Black Mages, white mages, noble students, and faculty.

It was a pretty strange sight.

The Black Mages and white mages had been arguing as though they wanted to kill each other only moments ago.

Now they had come together to see me off...

Then...

[Baek Jiho (Republic of Korea: Floor 38)]

[You have completed Tower Floor 38.]

[You have defeated 137 War Black Mages (5,000).]

[Points are being calculated.]

[Tower Floor 39 has been unlocked.]

[Returning.]

The raid on Floor 38 was complete.

We'd picked up a ton of valuable loot, including artifacts and Spatial Bags.

I'd also learned some useful new magic.

It had been a highly rewarding floor in many ways.

A few strange things had happened along the way...

But it was probably nothing!

Tomorrow was Floor 39.

The 'Imperial Palace' floor.

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