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◈ Omniscient First-Person's Viewpoint

Chapter 133

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The Slanted Ceiling and the Mountain of Smiling Corpses - 5

A thin voice slipped from the regressor as she barely forced herself back up.

"I... also... tried not... to kill you. I thought... maybe there was another way..."

No matter how you looked at her, she was a wreck. She looked like she could not fight anymore.

Drip, drip. The blood running down her body flowed back. She rewound it with bloodcraft. At the same time, wind wrapped around her and brushed off the dust. For a moment, she looked clean again.

But only on the outside. Inside, the body that had taken a direct hit from the Earth Dragon had severe accumulated damage. Standing on both feet alone should have been difficult.

The regressor had a talent for turning pain and despair into fury.

"I... just wanted to do it right. I'm the only one who can do this. If I don't change, nothing changes.... I thought if my intentions were good, if I tried sincerely, everything would get better."

Back in the early days of her regressions, when she saw things improving little by little compared to before,

the regressor believed.

If trouble appeared, she could show up anywhere, resolve every conflict, and make everyday life peaceful and beautiful.

If she repeated it, and repeated it again, things would gradually get better.

There had been a time when she believed that.

But.

"Then why! Why, why! Whyyyyy!"

A future she could not change. Hearts that would not move. Hardened conviction, stubborn obsession, sheer pigheadedness.

Corrupt organizations, evil individuals, and among them, the few good people died first when crisis came.

The people she thought would help all hid their own schemes, and in the middle of it all, the regressor could only play the clown alone.

The ones who truly seemed willing to help, even those promises turned meaningless when they shook their heads in the next round.

"Why won't anyone help meee!!"

Burning with pent-up rage, the regressor raised her head. Seven-colored light flickered in her eyes.

Red Eye that saw temperature.

Vermilion Eye that looked down.

Golden Eye that saw what could not be seen.

Green Eye that pierced through.

Azure Eye that saw depth.

Indigo Eye that saw far away.

Violet Eye that saw power.

The Seven-Colored Eyes, demonic eyes that could shake the world even if only one appeared. All seven lights flashed at once.

They were not mixed, and they were not taking turns. The seven lights existed separately, yet flickered at the same time.

A halo rose in the regressor's pupils and shimmered like stars in the night sky. At the edge of it, something flowed, tears, or a cluster of light.

Full awakening of all Seven-Colored Eyes.

Wheel-Turning Heavenly Eye.

That authority, achievable only when all seven demonic eyes were gathered, witnessed what lay beyond reason.

"If you want to die that badly, then die once firsttt! I'll think about whether I can save you after thattt!!!"

The Seven-Colored Eyes that saw the unseen, and their unified will, the Wheel-Turning Heavenly Eye, looked at possibility.

Once called the Eye of Fate, the eye that judged one's own potential.

Its ambiguity, its uncertainty, and all the people who clung to fate and destroyed themselves made it gradually shunned and split apart. But for the regressor, it was different.

Because she already had as many fruits of possibility as the number of times she had regressed.

She looked at herself.

She drew out the potential of the human called Shei.

It was not prophecy, and not foresight.

It was power she had gained in some past round. By reading and observing the potential she could have achieved in that round, she temporarily recreated that power.

The price was lifespan.

For the regressor, that was more than abundant.

"Celestial Sword Qi, Dragon Updraft!"

A storm surged behind her. Energy spreading in all directions swirled violently. She kicked off the ground in a single burst and unleashed a massive wind-wrapped slash.

"You leaped again. Do you have no ability to learn...?" Jiseon said.

Pin with the Spatial Formation, tear apart with the Earth Dragon. Jiseon clenched her fist and twisted.

Creeeak. The concrete body of the Earth Dragon twisted with an ominous sound, like a pillar carrying too much weight.

"Hyaaaaaa!"

"Earth Dragon."

A spring did not have to be metal. As long as it did not break, concrete could be a spring too.

The Earth Dragon moved by Jiseon's power was more than qualified.

The dragon of rising earth writhed and appeared right in front of the regressor in an instant.

At the same time, it split exactly in half.

At the point where one became two branches, the regressor came through, splitting the Earth Dragon vertically. Wrapped in stormwind, she swung Skywarbler straight at the defenseless Jiseon.

If that swing had been made on the ground, it looked fierce enough to split even faraway clouds.

Slash.

Jiseon's body was cut wide open.

Blood poured from a wound that could not close. It was a fatal gash, carved from shoulder to opposite waist.

Even after landing the blow, the regressor did not let her guard down. She immediately shifted into a defensive stance and ground her teeth.

Then Jiseon's kick slammed into her from above. The regressor's body flew like a ball.

Right after that,

crack. Jiseon's right earring split. The mark on it looked exactly like the wound on her body. As the broken earring fell to the ground, Jiseon's wound sealed shut as if stitched.

"Prepaid Funeral...! So annoying! Why do you just come back even when you're practically dead?!"

The regressor snapped.

It was not healing, and not restoration. She had only postponed the wound for a while. She made a soil voodoo doll, shifted the impact into it for the moment, and "acted out" a healthy body to keep fighting, that was Prepaid Funeral.

Simple enough in theory, but when someone revived with that in the middle of a long fight, it felt absurdly unfair.

Of course, the one who found it more absurd was Jiseon.

"...Strange. Prophecy cannot change reality, and even if you see something, your skill cannot improve unless you train it. Yet what you just did felt as if your very level of skill had changed...."

The instant she took the kick, she jumped forward to blur the impact point. At the same time, she reached her arm out first, planted it, and reduced the shock. That natural movement and flow of energy were different again from before.

Her energy, her physical ability, everything was overwhelmingly above what it had been. Jiseon felt it.

"Still. Like wearing clothes one size too large, your scattered energy leaks out through every gap. I do not know what it is, but borrowed power cannot last long."

"Borrowed, my ass! This is my original skill! Give me exactly three more years without this and I'd beat you too... as long as you didn't have Jizan!"

Her stamina was draining fast and dragging her body down like lead. Even so, the regressor still burned herself with rage and shouted.

"Surrender! This is the last time I'll do this with words-!"

"I would ask you instead. You look unstable, yet you intend to keep fighting?"

"You've got to be kidding! Without Prepaid Funeral I would've already died once!"

"Then I must kill you two more times."

Clink. The soil-doll earring on Jiseon's left ear swayed. It was an extra life.

And the remaining one life was herself.

They locked eyes briefly and confirmed each other's will.

The regressor raised her sword again, and Jiseon wrapped her body in concrete. At this point, it was a race against time. Whether the regressor could bring Jiseon down before her time limit ran out would decide the victor.

As the regressor looked up at Jiseon with those glittering eyes, she suddenly saw a human shape moving at the peak of the corpse mountain far beyond.

The sight was so absurd she almost fell over.

The regressor's eyes went wide.

'That... what is he doing up there?!'

When the immortal swung his fist and punched through one corpse's belly, that corpse did not fall. It only looked down blankly at the immortal's right arm digging through it.

A limp voice came from the corpse with the pierced stomach.

"It's soil."

"Soil?"

Another corpse reacted to that voice. The murmur spread from corpse to corpse, and before long every corpse began muttering "soil" in unison.

Then their heads turned with a creak. Their eyes turned too. And they started charging at the immortal like mad.

"Uh! Callis, get back!"

Before the wave of corpses swallowed him, the immortal lifted Callis high and hurled her far away. Thrown without warning, Callis rolled across the ground and broke her fall.

After that, the immortal was swept into the wave of corpses.

"Rashy!"

Callis's scream was buried beneath the corpses' chant.

Bury, must bury.

Must honor the soul.

A frantic chant. A cry with nothing left but duty. Corpses in loose clothing lunged like thirsty beasts.

Callis ground her teeth. The number had already gone beyond what she could handle. Cursing her own helplessness, she dropped to her knees before Tyr.

"Progenitor! Please! Save Rashy!"

"...Understood. Wait a moment."

Tyr had been in the middle of floating blood droplets into the air. From the gaps in the corpses, the immortal's booming voice rang out.

"Wait! Something is strange!"

The corpses swarmed like ants. A normal person would already have been torn to pieces, yet the immortal's voice sounded fine.

"Their hostility is weaker than expected! They may not be trying to attack us at all...!"

Then the immortal's body rose up from between the corpses. Like they were carrying a coffin, the corpses held him above their heads and walked toward the corpse mountain.

Standing on top of them, the immortal shouted.

"Haha! I feel like a king!"

Then, boom, the blood droplets Tyr flicked swept through below him in one pass. It was an attack closer to a surface than a line. The corpses shattered, and the immortal, stripped of support, dropped hard.

As the immortal rubbed his backside, Tyr muttered,

"That still gives no reason to leave them be. In the end, vengeful spirits are only final death-cries echoed by those about to die. Erasing them early is mercy instead. Is it not, Hyu...."

She said that and turned her head.

In the place where I had been, a corpse stood wearing my outer coat.

Tyr tilted her head, then understood the situation too late and went pale, then horrified.

"Hyu?!"

While startled Tyr looked around for me after I vanished,

I was already climbing the mountain of corpses, riding on top of a corpse infused with vengeful spirit.

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