SSS-Class Revival Hunter - Chapter 242

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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 242: We Were Sitting on the Main Wooden Floor of an Old City (3)

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When I opened my eyes again, I realized the transfer was complete.

A white space.

No horizon, mountains, rivers, or vegetation. Just a 3D space that seemed like a blank canvas, where we stood.

A stopover between stages.

We had arrived at a [Temporary Base] to prepare for the next raid.

‘It’s been quite a while since I’ve been here.’

It was too barren to feel nostalgic.

“What is this place exactly...”

“Curious?”

Tap.

[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages], who had been transported with us, lightly stepped on the ground. The Princess smiled broadly and turned to face me.

“No. I was just wondering about it.”

“This is one of the worlds Mother created through All Lives. Wow! I just recited that entire sentence without a single burst of noise!”

Mid-sentence, the Princess suddenly bounced up and down excitedly, as if something incredibly joyful had happened.

“Listen! Terms like Mula-Gagamia or Gesh-ve-Nail, which are normally translated into the language of the main world due to security levels, are not translated here. It's amazing!”

[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages praises your security level.]

The Princess continued to exclaim how amazing it was.

The fact that security levels do not apply to me was that exceptional.

“The kingdom of the main world... That must be the world where Jaa Soo-Jeong lives.”

“Yes!”

The Princess happily confirmed.

“The tower translates all languages except the main world’s. Mr. Gong-Ja, you’ve been to the main world through trauma, right? Could you understand the kingdom's language?”

“Yes, I understood it from the beginning. However...”

A possibility crossed my mind.

“When I was there, I was possessing Baron Gu Won-Ha. Since the Baron was learning the kingdom's language, it would make sense that I could hear and speak it without issues while possessing her body.”

“Hmm, I see.”

The Princess hummed thoughtfully after hearing my explanation.

Then she stepped a bit closer, looking up at my face.

It was a bit overwhelming.

“What is it?”

“Of all people, Advisor Gu Won-Ha and the King of Death... Hmm...”

“Is there something we have in common?”

“No, not at all!”

The Princess quickly straightened up and waved her hands.

“Looking at life, there’s not even a speck of commonality. If you two were to meet, you’d become enemies in less than three seconds.”

“That bad, huh…”

“Yes, yes. It’s that incompatible in temperament and style. But...”

The Princess waved her hand in the air.

Ssshhh.

White petals flowed from nowhere, swirling around her hand.

“Let's say there's an innocent child and a separate world.”

It was mystical. In a world of blank canvas with only white petals fluttering, the space suddenly transformed into a sacred temple where life sang divinely.

“But to save this child, you have to destroy the entire world. Conversely, to keep the world intact, the child must inevitably die.”

“...An extreme version of the world of The Immortal Missionary of Happiness?”

“Yes, yes. You’ve already passed through such a world. But you made that choice because you had the ‘power’ to overturn that world.”

That's right.

If I didn’t have my skills, choosing such an option would have been impossible.

“If you didn’t have such power and could only choose one of the two options, what would you pick, Mr. Gong-Ja? Would you save the child or maintain the world?”

Hmm.

I crossed my arms.

“I would save the child.”

“That was quick. Why?”

“Well, if a world can only be maintained by such means, it's not a proper world to begin with. So the child should be saved.”

“Ahaha.”

The Princess chuckled softly. A laugh mixed with amusement and understanding.

“Right. Exactly. A world like that has little value. The person whose body you possessed thought the same way.”

“...Baron Gu Won-Ha?”

"Yes."

The Princess nodded.

“That person loves Mom very much. No, perhaps it is closer to worship than love. Let us call it the heart of a priest who wants a god all to themselves.”

"......."

“You better be careful, King of Death.”

The Princess grabbed my shoulder.

Turning around, I saw nearly a thousand family members looking at me.

“Right now, you’ve just formed a family. It must be good. Overflowing with belief. Feeling like you can do anything, always rallying together.”

The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages whispered softly.

“But they are a group united by looking at you.”

A group united by looking at me.

“If it is not for you, if you disappear, they have no reason to remain one.”

“.......”

“Do you understand?”

The Princess sneakily approached from behind, resting her hand on my shoulder and whispering.

“The followers of the Demonic Cult cannot accept Ester, who mercilessly slaughtered people. The Constellation Killer, who killed constellations, cannot accept your son, Uburka. These people have lived different lives in different worlds. They are inherently not meant to mix.”

Her whisper was like the hissing of a snake.

“And that’s not the end, right?”

"......."

“There are others you have put off meeting, waiting for the right moment. In the future, there are those you intend to embrace, right?”

That's right.

“As your family grows, King of Death, that disharmony will only grow. And...”

That is precisely why.

“The moment you disappear or become even slightly endangered...”

The Princess clasped and then spread her hands.

Fwoosh.

A playful explosion sound came from her mouth, and she chuckled amusingly.

“Climbing the Tower? Helping the weak? Letting everyone bear their own wounds so that no one's sacrifice is demanded? It is a fine story. But King of Death, if you die here or suffer a truly grave wound... to those children, it will become [a story they could not care less about].”

“.......”

“They will all tell the world to go screw itself and struggle for your sake. The scale will break, and no world will ever be able to equal your weight.”

[The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages issues a serious warning.]

“Don't die, King of Death.”

"......."

“Do not get hurt. Do not get kidnapped. Do not get tortured. Do not sacrifice yourself because you think you can accomplish something that way. With every drop of blood you shed, with all the weight of that blood, the part of those children's hearts occupied by you will be dyed that much redder.”

The daughter of the god, either with a frivolous smile or a solemn voice, prophesied to me in the false temple of the white world.

“Be happy.”

"......."

“You must be happy so that other family members can be happy. As much as possible, earnestly. Not just emotionally happy, but clearly understanding why we're doing this, what incredible things will happen if we succeed. Be happy like that.”

I…

Nodded.

“Yes."

“Hmm. Another quick answer. Are you sure about your response?”

“When others are happy, I am happy.”

I spoke with emphasis.

“As long as I fight for someone, as long as the fight continues, my happiness will not end.”

“Hmm.”

The Princess smiled.

Then she turned around and clasped my hands.

“Take good care of mom.”

As our hands met, bright light shone through the gap.

At the same time, I flinched.

A tremor came from the Princess's hand. It was a tension that did not match the Princess who had been smiling leisurely throughout. I inadvertently raised my head to look at her face.

“...Princess?”

“Please. I beg of you.”

The daughter of the god, with tears streaming down, pleaded.

“Save mom…”

…...

“There are too many unhappy lives. Lives that blame mother, lives she must be responsible for, too much suffering…”

“Princess.”

“Despite there being so many already, every second more are added than before.”

That would be the case.

I thought of the worlds I had passed through during my mission.

In the world of the Aegim Empire, I wondered how many of the ordinary people who had died senselessly in the Demon King's attack had been the Tower Master. In the martial realm where my master had lived, I wondered how many of the nameless gangsi who starved to death had been the Tower Master. And how many had there been in the world of The Immortal Missionary of Happiness?

In the snail empire created by the Heretic Inquisitor, how many among those who were discriminated against and abused to death were the tower master?

How many in the world where I lived?

“Please.”

The daughter of the god who suffered, wept because she had such a god for a mother.

“Please. I am begging you.”

And then.

At that moment, the voice announcing stage entry echoed in the space.

[The 36th floor has been opened.]

[To those climbing the tower.]

[May fortune be with you.]

I gently stroked the little princess's shoulder.

“Okay.”

I braced myself and nodded.

“I’ll save her.”

The distant 100th floor of the tower.

But once there, surely, something can be done.

“It’ll be tough, but wait for me.”

If that god saves all the worlds in creation,

We will save that god.

It was simple, clear, and unreservedly good.

“We are strong.”

[You are being forcibly transferred to the 36th floor!]

As I continued to comfort the still crying princess, I looked ahead. A tide of light was sweeping from the infinite canvas.

It was already a silent explosion of light.

The wave made of light easily swallowed me, Kim Yul, and Silvia Evanair, and swept away all 1000 family members at once.

In the last moment, I smiled for the princess who would be left alone.

And then we were floating above a plain.

It wasn't the first time floating like ghosts, but it certainly felt novel with so many people, a thousand family members.

‘If someone saw us, they might think it's the end of the world.’

I looked around.

Soon, groups as large as ours came into view.

On both sides of the vast plain.

Two armies under different banners were fighting.

-Wooahhh! Kill them!

-Don’t back down! Kill! Kill them!

One side was the army of the Ghost Tribe.

Led by the 6th Rank Hunter, Viper.

The Ghost Tribe members were larger than other tribes, with two horns growing on their heads. Wearing loose armor, they wielded swords as large as their own bodies.

The other side was the army of the Earth Spirit Tribe.

The tribe I lead.

Aside from the fact that they lacked horns, these people I had not seen in so long did not look very different from the Ghost Tribe.

-Kwaahhh!

-Horn-heads! Let’s settle this!

-Archers! Fire the arrows!

-Don’t let your guard down! Use the enemy’s corpses as shields against their arrows!

A brutal battlefield.

About 20,000 from both armies were engaged in a deadly battle.

'Hmm.'

I felt a momentary surge of emotion.

‘How many lives among them were wronged beyond all measure, and how many of those were, once again...’

The scene was overwhelming, but I steadied my heart.

Not getting swept up by emotions, not turning away, but facing everything head-on, I stood firm.

As a result.

I saw [it].

“Nyahaha-!!”

On the frontline of the Ghost Tribe army. A red-haired Ghost Tribe swordswoman was there.

Wielding dual swords and wearing a robe-like garment, her lively appearance attracted everyone's attention.

In fact, she was indeed attracting attention.

-Wow! It’s the Sword Maiden!

-I always believed in you, damn it…!

The Ghost Tribe cheered.

Compared with the Ghost Tribe's rough-hewn faces, she was... well, drawn in a completely different art style.

Hmm.

But the problem is....

“Daddy.”

Uburka poked my shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“About that… is that by any chance…”

"Hmm..."

I averted my gaze. I had just decided to face everything head-on, but in this situation, I wanted to look away.

However, Kim Yul mercilessly muttered beside me.

“That's a [Possessed Body].”

“Don’t say it…”

“I'm currently a 'player', akin to a ghost. Is it because of that? I can see the image of a middle-aged man possessed in the body of that woman rampaging on the battlefield...”

“Ugh! Don’t talk about it!”

That's right!

Behind the Ghost Tribe swordswoman, the figure of Viper was visible!

In other words, it was Viper!

“Family Head.”

Silvia tugged at my sleeve.

“Why…."

“That’s... not the only one…”

“Not the only one?”

“There, over there. No, don’t look away. Look there. Yes, right there.”

Silvia forcibly turned my head to look in that direction.

It was also one of the frontlines of the Ghost Tribe army.