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Chapter 211: Episode 39: The Unidentified Wall (6)

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[The character Jang Hayoung has awakened as a Fighter!]

Just as the Guard had its core skill, Guard, the Fighter had Fighter Transformation. It was a skill that melted down one's terror and fear, turning them into strength.

The longer someone had lived among the exploited class, the greater the power this skill could draw out. In that regard, Hayoung was well-suited to become a Fighter even without the Unidentified Wall.

"Haahhhhh!"

The problem was, Hayoung seemed a little too excited.

A thunderous boom rang out, as if the sky had been split apart. The Fighter was a position capable of absolute power when facing an Executioner. Hayoung probably felt like a Constellation right now.

"Don't get too carried away, idiot!"

I shouted after Hayoung, but they had already flown too far away to hear me. This was why Hayoung was a problem. What worried me wasn't their talent, but the rampage that talent would bring about.

「Kim Dokja thought. Jang Hayoung isn't untalented. If anything, they have far too much talent.」

Hayoung, the only all-rounder Incarnation in TWSA.

The Unidentified Wall Hayoung possessed guaranteed tremendous growth, limited to skills passed on through Wall's Transaction.

Reaching the profound heights of a Transcendent would be impossible, but Hayoung could still rise faster than anyone else to a level worthy of being called a realm. They possessed the talent to surpass someone else's years of progress in just a few hours.

That kind of talent was bound to make its owner dangerous.

[Wh at are y ou…….]

By the time I barely caught up, Hayoung was already locked in a brawl with an Executioner. The flames of a Fighter wrapped around their body, protecting them from the Executioner's scythe.

[The Mark cannot be used on this position.]

The Executioner was probably receiving a message like that right about now.

[You ca n't be……]

But the realization came too late. Hayoung overwhelmed the Executioner, subdued its scythe, then skillfully grabbed it by the throat.

[Ghk……!]

Not every Fighter possessed that much combat power. The average Fighter could only surpass a single Executioner. Yet Hayoung wasn't simply stronger than the Executioner. They were completely overwhelming it.

It was only possible because this was Jang Hayoung.

The Executioner struggled like a pathetic rat as Hayoung seized its throat, but it couldn't endure their tightening grip.

Crack.

Its neck bones broke, and the Executioner's body went limp.

Fsssh.

The Executioner's robes scattered. For a being that had ruled the industrial complex's nights for decades, it was an absurdly futile end.

[An Executioner has died at the hands of a Fighter.]

[Number of remaining Executioners: 6]

The industrial citizens injured by the Executioner looked this way. Hayoung's flames lit up the dark night. Their faces looked as though they were staring at a dazzling sun.

But Hayoung wasn't the sun, and it was still night.

"Th-the Executioner died! The Executioner is dead!"

"A Fighter has appeared!"

At the word Fighter, people who had hidden in their homes until now cautiously poked their heads out. They had barely survived for so long, hidden beneath the shadow of the Night.

[Industrial citizens are inspired by the fervor of revolution.]

They emerged from their homes one after another. Hayoung looked at them like a leader.

[The character Jang Hayoung is becoming immersed in Fighter Transformation.]

...This idiot must think they're the Revolutionary or something. I slapped the back of Hayoung's head.

"Ow...!"

Only then did the redness in their eyes gradually fade. Hayoung clutched the back of their head and glared at me.

"That hurt! Why'd you hit me so hard?"

"To knock some sense into you. It'll be a problem if you lose your head too."

「"It is the crowd that must burn. If the leadership is swept up in that heat, the revolution will be snuffed out by the headwind before it can properly kindle its spark."」

Those were words Yu Junghyeok said in the 111th round. I was too embarrassed to say something like that myself, so I only thought it. Hayoung looked at me with displeasure and pursed their lips.

"That hurt more than getting hit by the Executioner."

"Then I hit you properly."

The power Hayoung possessed now was limited to this Scenario, and even then, it only applied when facing an Executioner. It was dangerous to become intoxicated by that power.

Aileen came running from afar and shouted.

"Two in the west! One in the south! The rest are all in the north!"

What those numbers meant was obvious.

"Let's move."

Hayoung nodded, and we ran beneath the night sky. As I watched her take the lead again, a message sounded in my head.

[The Fourth Wall looks at the character Jang Hayoung and smacks its lips.]

"Hayoung's off limits. Don't get any stupid ideas."

Just as with Nirvana and when we fought the Outer God, the Fourth Wall seemed to covet Hayoung's fable again. More precisely, it probably wasn't after Hayoung, but the Unidentified Wall.

[The Fourth Wall is disappointed.]

"You said you wanted to be friends with that wall. You don't eat your friends, you bastard."

「Said Kim Dokja, who wanted to be friends with the Fourth Wall.」

This bastard really...

"Uwaaaaaah!"

The cries of the rushing crowd echoed out.

"A Fighter has appeared! Hold on a little longer!"

A few burly men gripping weapons tightly bellowed toward the sky. Flames of Mana rose throughout the industrial complex. People were fighting back. They were fighting an enemy they had no hope of defeating.

If anyone among them claimed to be the Revolutionary, I thought I could believe them.

[An Executioner has died at the hands of a Fighter.]

[Number of remaining Executioners: 5]

Hayoung had taken down another Executioner.

Five remained now.

Once all the Executioners were dead, the duke would no longer be able to stay hidden. The real revolution would begin then.

"Kill them all!"

"Uwaaaaaah!"

As the industrial citizens found their courage, the Executioners' momentum began to falter. No one except a Fighter could harm an Executioner of the Night anyway. But the mood was what mattered.

[Fool ish……]

An Executioner swinging its scythe came under attack from Hayoung. Perhaps because two Executioners had already died, it didn't face them head-on.

The Executioner slashed through the air and fled as if it were terrified. As they watched it run away with its tail between its legs, the industrial citizens cheered.

"They're retreating!"

Hayoung ran across the industrial complex's low rooftops, chasing the Executioner fleeing toward the residential district.

Everything was going smoothly. At this rate, tonight's Night would pass without incident. To minimize the Executioners' losses, the duke would have no choice but to forcibly withdraw the Night.

「But Kim Dokja didn't let his guard down until the very end.」

In the history of the Demon Realm, there had been countless Revolutionaries who died with revolution right before them. Until the Night retreated, a Revolutionary must never lower their guard.

Even if I was a fake Revolutionary.

「Kim Dokja thought. Han Myeongoh, who had acted as the strategist, was caught by me, and three Executioners died during the day.」

As the balance of power shifted, the mood in the industrial complex was changing rapidly. In a situation like this, there was no way the duke would send the Night without a plan. At least, not the Duke of Seisvitz I knew...

Sure enough, I instinctively ducked at the chilling presence brushing the back of my neck. Four scythes sliced through the air, tearing apart the rooftops as they passed. If I had been even a little slower, my head would have been gone.

...They were hiding.

All four Executioners, except the one Hayoung was chasing, were targeting me. Their killing intent was incomparably more vicious than on the first day. I had activated [Bookmark] and [Way of the Wind], but that wasn't enough to evade every attack flying at me.

"Guard!"

[Someone is using their life force to guard you.]

Mark, who had been hiding, used Guard on me. Mark only had two points left now. Even with Guard active on me, the Executioners didn't move out of the way.

「In that instant, Kim Dokja thought.」

Their movements suggested they were trying to stall for time. I understood the duke's plan.

「The duke knew that a Fighter would appear.」

...Hayoung was in danger. Using [Way of the Wind], I condensed the wind and created a powerful explosion behind me.

As I shot forward like an arrow, the startled Executioners cried out.

[St op h im!]

Borrowing the power of Guard and [Way of the Wind], I broke through the Executioners' barrier in a single rush. Hayoung must have chased after the last remaining Executioner.

And, as I expected, that place would probably have...

"Aaaah!"

Hayoung flew through the air, spraying blood with a sharp scream.

Damn it, this was why I hit the back of Hayoung's head earlier. I controlled the wind and gently caught their falling body in midair.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Hk... Cough..."

Blood spilled from Hayoung's mouth. Their internal injuries didn't seem severe, but they didn't look capable of continuing to fight. I wondered who could have reduced the Fighter of the Night to this state, until I saw a massive Executioner walking toward us.

[Are you the Revo lution ary?]

It was impossible.

An Executioner of the Night could never defeat a Fighter.

And yet, that bastard...

The robes of the slowly approaching Executioner scattered away, revealing the face of a noble demonic species.

Only then did I understand what was happening. Hayoung hadn't been defeated by the Executioner's power.

Its fable aura was incomparable to that of the demon barons or counts I had encountered when I first came to the Demon Realm. I studied the bastard closely and asked.

"You put some thought into this. To think you'd place an ambush other than the Executioners... Looking at you, you aren't the duke himself. A marquis, perhaps. Am I right?"

"I asked first. Are you the one calling himself the Revolutionary?"

"That's right. I'm the Revolutionary."

"Such an arrogant way of speaking."

The thick-browed demonic species spoke in a strangely languid voice.

"I am Marquis Osteon."

The demon marquis Osteon. One of the two marquises who ruled this industrial complex alongside the Duke of Seisvitz.

"It seems there's another one."

"...You're quite sharp."

At the voice, another demonic species emerged from the darkness. This one didn't seem to possess an Executioner's power.

"Are you a marquis too?"

It wasn't the demonic species who answered my question.

"M-Marquis Cuarteto!"

Cuarteto frowned at the industrial citizens' screams and stepped into the moonlight.

Osteon and Cuarteto.

As the two marquises who ruled Seisvitz Industrial Complex appeared together, the industrial citizens were overcome with terror.

"Uaaah..."

The Duke of Seisvitz liked certainty.

Since the duke didn't know exactly who the enemy was, the duke had sent both loyal marquises.

"To cause trouble at such a precious time, you have quite the nerve."

They looked indifferent, as if they had been assigned a bothersome cleanup job. They had ruled the industrial complex for centuries and must have dealt with incidents like this often enough. Perhaps they had already decided I was dead, because the two marquises were looking not at me, but at the other industrial citizens.

Rumble.

Pressure surged around us, and the industrial citizens all fell to their knees at once. The Incarnations trembled and held their breath. The marquises spoke to them.

"This is the price you will pay."

[The fable Ruler's Command has activated.]

The fable created by the marquises was threatening the industrial citizens.

Nothing had happened yet, but the words themselves carried power and began to command the industrial citizens' imaginations.

"You will lose everything precious to you."

In their imaginations, the industrial citizens lost their beloved families.

"You will lose the peaceful Night."

They were robbed of time that had never been peaceful.

"You will pay for the sin of disturbing this industrial complex."

They paid for sins they had never committed.

"That is the result of revolution."

The words fell like a final judgment. The industrial citizens floundered within them. Clutching their shoulders as if everything were over, they looked up at the marquises with fearful eyes. The marquises smiled as if pleased by the sight.

"Look! Watch your hope crumble!"

They had apparently decided to use this incident as an opportunity to entrench their rule, so their performance was excessive. Bihyeong should have seen this.

The two marquises turned toward me and unleashed their status at the same time.

It was power that would make ordinary industrial citizens immediately fall flat in terror. Yet while every industrial citizen sat collapsed on the ground, I remained standing perfectly fine. When I simply stared at them, the flustered marquises shouted again.

"Look! Watch it crumble!"

The marquises repeatedly unleashed their status. They seemed to be using all their strength just to reveal their presence, and veins stood out on their foreheads.

"Crumble...! Crum...! Um...?"

I slowly walked toward them.

「Kim Dokja thought.」

A Fighter could only face an Executioner.

Since the enemies had decided to use their true strength rather than their Scenario positions, I needed to respond in kind.

「I won't be able to avoid it this time.」

If I released my power now, my Incarnation body would be shaken badly. But there was no choice if I wanted to face marquis-level opponents. I had to get rid of them with the bare minimum of power and the greatest possible efficiency.

"You are...?"

I knew what they were going to ask, so I spoke first.

"You're wondering who I am?"

Marquis-level beings were strong. But no matter how strong they were, that was only by the standards of Incarnations. They didn't even measure up to Historical-grade Constellations in the first place.

I slowly closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For some reason, I felt a little embarrassed. I had only ever ascended to become a Constellation. I had never done this before.

[You are unleashing the Status of a Constellation.]

A tremendous status crushed the surrounding space and time.

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