SSS-Class Revival Hunter - Chapter 325

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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 325: The God and the King (1)

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"The Ruin-Harvesting Cow is 'Mutia.'"

Or so the blond-haired priest boy had said.

The Heretic Inquisitor stroked his chin.

“Mainly governing the areas of [Destruction] and [Recreation].”

"Simple but powerful."

At that time, the Heretic Inquisitor was wearing a flowing dress.

It was the period when he was impersonating Lady Goldencup, the Baroness.

Therefore, the Heretic Inquisitor not only stroked his chin but also flicked open a fan, though such a description is probably irrelevant.

“Domains reinterpret the world and brainwash people. The Great Library we were just in does the same! The Head Librarian interprets the world as a [collection of stories], and there, we are [characters in a story]."

"Defeating those who possess their own laws with laws we can use."

The Heretic Inquisitor smiled broadly.

"I define this as a Holy War and a Constellation War!"

Koooom!

A storm that lightly swept everything around it crashed down. It was a single strike. Rocks turned to rubble, pebbles to sandstorms, one strike incinerated the surrounding area.

"You dodge disgustingly like an eel."

The ground cracked in a grid pattern. The lines of the grid creaked and shifted out of place. Bang! Boom! Each time [Ruin-Harvesting Cow] swung the hammer, the misalignment intensified, and finally, the terrain was damaged beyond its original form.

"Try escaping forever, King of Death."

Creak-creak-

"You are not the first to try to flee from me. I once traded attacks and defenses with someone until the moon had waxed and waned thirty-one times. If you mean to ask what became of them, you would be wise to ask your own head directly."

The ground flipped over.

"After all, the moment your skull is shattered, you will come face-to-face with your predecessor."

The terrain thrashed and the landscape was in chaos. Creak! The ground tore apart. Sediments that had accumulated over a long time were exposed.

Mutia wasn't just showing off her strength.

"Peep!"

The moment the fox god loudly warned, the ground collapsed.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The entire floor of the land surrounding where Mutia and I were standing caved in. I tried to evade, but Boom! Mutia swung the hammer to block me. I had to choose whether to avoid the collapsing ground or the hammer aimed at my head.

It wasn't a difficult choice.

Rumble rumble…! Boom! Crash, roll roll……!

As a result, I chose to endure the collapsing ground. The altitude at which the two of us fought became lower and lower, and with every hammer blow to the ground by the Constellation, the speed of the collapse accelerated.

"Indeed."

Before long, our battleground transformed into a colosseum.

The difference from the Colosseum built in Rome might be that it didn't consider the audience at all.

Where the spectator seats should be, there were only steep sedimentary rocks standing.

"Not only did you swing the hammer at me... you changed the terrain to make it hard to escape."

The Colosseum was an artificial hell created for still-living humans to watch and enjoy the bloodshed and slaughter. A gladiatorial arena without spectator seats would simply be a pure hell.

"That's right, young lad."

The one who created a pit of hell in just a few minutes readjusted her grip on the hammer.

"Live as long as I have, and you'll grow tired of achieving just one thing at a time. Achieving at least two goals simultaneously is not so much a virtue for us as it is a habit."

"If it's at least two, it could actually be three or four."

"You're a quick-witted lad."

Ruin-Harvesting Cow.

Mutia, with her golden hair flowing, looked up at the sky with her golden eyes.

[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow issues a quest to her followers.]

[You have been targeted by the quest!]

[The quest has been revealed.]

[Annihilate Your Nemesis]

Difficulty: SS

Objective: You have killed my believer. You have killed an Apostle. You have severed the voice of a child I took in and cut off her lifeline. Is there any reason I should not wring your neck now?

Die.

Compensate with your death.

I have heard you are eyed by many Constellations. Some Constellations will even steal this proclamation to read it by any means necessary. To those, I declare: If you are not prepared to fight with me, Mutia, for all eternity, do not meddle in this vendetta.

It is simple and clear, I wish for your death.

*However, you cannot participate in this quest.

*You are the [Target] of this quest.

The moment the letters were engraved in the air.

"Strike."

Behind those letters, dark shadows loomed. As many people as the letters, or perhaps even more, on the other side of the colosseum. From atop the high sedimentary rocks, they all leaped towards me in unison.

[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow’s Apostles manifest.]

Each one of them.

[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow’s Apostles manifest.]

Was like Lady Goldencup.

[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow’s Apostles manifest.]

Apostles.

"Is this the third stratagem?"

"That's right. These are the children who wish to avenge their sister's enemy."

"Nice. Lady Goldencup is a samae, a true junior martial sister."

"Didn't I tell you? At this age, it's natural to aim for multiple gains. It's nothing to be amazed about."

I tightly gripped my sword handle.

About two hundred people.

All of Mutia's Apostles wielded enormous hammers. Even their hair seemed color-coordinated. Whether cropped short or worn long, every head of hair was golden, ranging from translucent platinum to dusky gold.

"Scattering gold dust across the galaxy."

I admired the scene unfolding above me. A golden meteor shower was pouring down. The word Constellation War, once mentioned by the Heretic Inquisitor, fleetingly crossed my mind.

"Ha."

Another voice also crossed my mind.

"You seem quite at ease."

It was Mutia's telepathy.

"To compose a poem facing death. If I have two hundred Apostles following me, they are sharper than ten thousand soldiers under Mahos. King of Death, are you also so relaxed because you have laid out several schemes like me?"

"Well."

The two hundred Apostles who jumped were now right in front of me.

I drew up my Aura.

"Why bother with schemes when I can already count two, three, four or five directions with a single swing of my sword?"

Clash.

"Impudent!"

Screeeeech!

The first to strike with a hammer and clash with me was a short warrior. She too was a user of ki manifestation, an Aura user. Dressed in traditional clothes adorned with plum blossoms, her short hair was neatly arranged, but that elegance and tidiness couldn't hide the warrior's rage.

"How dare you wag your tongue before Lady Mutia!"

"I could also speak without moving my tongue using telepathy. Shall I?"

"I'll smash your skull!"

"That would be problematic."

Whoooosh!

Another Apostle charged at my flank and swung a hammer. It was a coordinated attack. Tap! I kicked off the ground and spun through the air like a crescent moon. Then I kicked the short-haired warrior's fingers.

"Damn!"

"Crap!"

The hammer barely grazed my back. The short-haired warrior was knocked back half a handspan by my kick. The two Apostles clicked their tongues and cursed.

Their first joint attack had failed.

"Shiny."

[Shiny responds with a 'Yes, hero.']

The two who took the lead in the vanguard were probably the most skilled in martial arts.

I estimated the average skill level of the Apostles.

"Let's unseal your true name for the first time in a while."

[The Goddess of Protection manifests the powers of the five swords.]

Swoosh.

Besides the sword I was holding, four more swords rose from the shadows. Shadow Swords. Like sticky blueberry jam thickened, the swords, coated in pitch-black shadows, began to circle around me.

[The Salvation Sword accepts the command of the King of Death.]

[The Sacrifice Sword accepts the command of the King of Death.]

[The Prayer Sword accepts the command of the King of Death.]

[The Pity Sword accepts your command.]

Alright.

These were the Constellation Swords that transformed Kim Yul, an ordinary student, into the founder of the Aegim Empire. Let's see if they can withstand this.

Without any hesitation, I swung all five swords simultaneously.

"Be careful!"

The short-haired Apostle shouted.

"That guy is immune to the [Blessing of Indestructible Body]! We feel pain if we get cut too! Be careful not to get-"

"Come on. If it were that easy, your junior martial sister wouldn't have lost either."

Screams echoed.

"Right?"

Five streams of swordplay unfolded spectacularly in the air. "Ugh!" "Eek!" "Aaaah! Aaah!" The Apostles charging at me, those still descending from above, and those trying to press me from the front each clutched their throat or heart and screamed.

"Ugh, ugh…!"

The short-haired Apostle glared at me fiercely. Even such a warrior was holding her throat.

[Pain without Wounds].

The second power of the Holy Swords, namely the Pity Sword, had stabbed the Apostle's throat.

"Cough! Urgh…"

She must be experiencing the pain of having her throat pierced by now. It was remarkable she could still look up at me without losing consciousness.

Kooom. Koom.

Around me, Apostles who were cut by my sword and fainted from the excessive agony were collapsing. The hammers they dropped from their hands fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"The second most foolish thing in this world is to gang up on me, and slightly more foolish than that is to do so with something like a hammer. How many can you swing at once with those coffin-sized hammers? Three, maybe?"

"I'll kill you…!!"

"Scary."

I sliced the short-haired Apostle's head with the Pity Sword. An invisible wound, or rather, pain, pierced right through the center of the Apostle's throat.

The Apostle collapsed as if her strings were cut.

"I won't inflict more pain than necessary on anyone who stops coming at me. Not piercing your eyeballs or tearing through your internal organs is my consideration for you. But even I don't know how long that consideration will last."

"......."

The Apostles hesitated and looked back at their god.

Mutia looked at me expressionlessly, holding the hammer aloft.

"You are capable enough to put an end to the Magic Tower."

"Lady Goldencup is still alive."

I attempted to negotiate.

"It is true that I cut Silvia down. But Silvia has now joined my house and serves as the chief attendant of the House of the King of Death. Her life is probably happier now than when she belonged to you. At the very least, it is more comfortable. You are barking up the wrong tree by declaring vengeance against me…"

"Indeed, there are Constellations who think that way."

Mutia nodded.

"Have you ever considered the position of becoming a god?"

I blinked.

"Pardon?"

"You humans always make wishes. Make me rich, make me healthy. I grant wishes in return for your faith."

Swoosh.

As Mutia spoke, the Apostles retreated one by one. Then, they reorganized their formation around me.

'The god buys time while the believers form up.'

The maneuver was obvious, but I didn't stop it.

This was also part of the negotiation.

In exchange for my allowing this, Mutia, the Constellation, a god, willingly engaged in conversation with me.

"What if I twisted your wishes while fulfilling them?"

"Twisted how?"

"I grant your wishes. But, for those who wished to be rich, I give [the satisfaction of feeling rich without earning more money]."

"......."

"For those who wished for health, I endow them with a personality that is content with their current body. I give them a different personality, a different nature, to be happy and content with what they have now. I ask you, lad who claims to be a king."

The golden Constellation spoke.

"Is that also fulfilling their wishes?"

"......."

"There are many Constellations who think so. But I am different. If they only needed a lesson to be content with the present, why would they pray to a god? I only cherish the children who make wishes to me in that moment."

Indeed.

"I freed Silvia from the shackles of hatred and vengeance."

"Neither a wish made to you nor to me."

"I showed Silvia, who had devoted her entire life solely to killing one person, another way to live."

"That life was not what she wished for."

"She would wish for her current life now."

"You must have brainwashed her."

"Is Silvia's own will not important?"

"The wish made at the moment of praying to me is more important."

"I saved Silvia."

"To me, that is the death of that child."

"How is change equivalent to death?"

"Correct. But that's the logic of your human world, not an excuse that a god should use."

Mutia raised her hammer.

Just then, the Apostles had finished reorganizing their ranks.

"A single exception leads to ten exceptions, ten exceptions lead to a hundred habits, and a hundred habits cement into a single life. King of Death. There are no exceptions in the life of a god."

"......."

"The child made a wish to me, and I accepted it. That's all. I will reclaim the soul of that child you took in. I ask you, is there room for negotiation here?"

So it is.

"No. There's no choice but to fight."

At that moment.

"Peep."

The fox god reacted to my will.

[You are a believer of A Music Box Just for You.]

[A Music Box Just for You assigns you a quest.]

Proof that I, who belonged nowhere, now stand under the constellation of the fox god.

It wasn't a public quest issued by the Tower or a quest issued by the Constellation governing the stage, but my own Constellation embroidered the letters just for me.

[The Golden God]

Constellation: A Music Box Just for You

Difficulty: S

Objective: Defeat Mutia, the ruler of the 62nd floor. The Ruin-Harvesting Cow, Mutia is targeting a member of your family.

*However, if the identity of Silvia Evanair is transferred to Mutia or your identity is transferred, you will be defeated.

The objective was simple and clear.

Thus, I swung my sword without hesitation.

Mutia, without a moment's hesitation, swung down her hammer.

Koooom!

A Constellation's divine intent and my conviction collided.

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