SSS-Class Revival Hunter - Chapter 338

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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 338: Blood and Wine (2)

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Just before charging at me, the Crocodile Gentleman opened his long jaws.

"O Tower! Fulfill the promise!"

Behind the crocodile, dozens of butlers lined up. Clang! The wine bottles they were holding fell down. Clang. Shattered glass scattered everywhere. Stained red by the wine, the fragments bloomed like royal azalea petals.

[The Reddest Sommelier requests a covenant with the tower.]

[Sanctuary designated.]

[Approved.]

It was the manifestation of the Crocodile Gentleman's power.

[From this moment, this place belongs to the Reddest Sommelier.]

[He who sucks blood and spits it out, worship him.]

It was a thick fog.

Glass fragments twinkled and scattered in all directions. Red. Where they passed, crimson mists followed. A red haze blossomed into the world.

"I am strong against the weak,"

The Crocodile Gentleman went, "Gook, gook," as he laughed. That was what a crocodile's laugh sounded like.

"And even stronger against the strong!"

And then, we collided. Bang! The crocodile's staff and my holy sword clashed. Of course, I intended to slice through him in one stroke with my aura. However, the crocodile, engulfed in red mist, seemed unharmed.

"Hmm."

I frowned.

"You didn't seem like a martial artist."

"To be honest, you don't quite look like a martial artist either, young man! You'd fit more as a butler than a swordsman! What do you say? I'm recruiting butlers, fancy a change of employment?"

"I have already committed myself to becoming a ghost of the Ivansia Ducal Family."

"Pity! I'll build you a new house in the grave!"

I increased my speed a bit more. I unleashed a tri-pronged sword attack. Bang! Surprisingly, the Crocodile Gentleman kept up with my speed. With one hand, he adjusted his tie, and with the other, he swung his staff, blocking my sword.

'What's this?'

Honestly, it was surprising.

'Was he capable of attacking me? His skill level seems low.'

Just when I wondered if I had misjudged my opponent's strength, the bracelet on my wrist, shaped like a serpent, vibrated.

[The Eyes Dwelling in the Labyrinth manifests its power.]

[Exposure.]

[Your opponent's power has been revealed to you.]

Hisimet Cretsu. The Constellation that governs information, now my subordinate, Jormungand, had exposed the enemy's true nature.

Letters appeared before my eyes, wriggling like a snake.

[Evil Parasitizes Good]

Owner: The Reddest Sommelier

Effect: The power of a vampire disguised as a crocodile. A truly simple yet annoying power that turns the strength used against him into his own.

It collects the lives, emotions, and souls of others. If you feel a genuine connection or believe you are equals while opposing him, it's merely an illusion. He will savor the look of delusion in your eyes. His true nature is that of a parasite.

The Reddest Sommelier is a parasite among parasites, and no one can withstand his power alone.

I let out a laugh.

"So, it wasn't martial prowess."

"Hm? Ah, hmm! Oh dear. Hisimet Cretsu, is it!"

The Crocodile Gentleman clicked his tongue as if it were troublesome.

"So, you were not only captured but have also offered information to this young man! O greatest serpent! Aren't you ashamed! I have always respected you, yet instead of seeking revenge against the one who defeated you, you have submitted! Disappointing!"

[That's a lie.]

The tiny snake let out a sharp kiiik.

[The Eyes Dwelling in the Labyrinth points out that 'I have always respected you' is particularly false and gnashes its teeth.]

There's a reason why it's hard for Constellations to cooperate.

"Twins! What are you doing! It's your turn!"

But here, that difficult cooperation was happening.

"Don't," "give us orders."

From behind, the twins kissed. The angle of the lips and the direction of the heads were identical, causing their small noses to press against each other slightly. But without caring a bit, the twins slowly separated their lips, looking into each other's increasingly distant eyes.

"O Tower." "It's a promise."

For the first time, the twins uncrossed their fingers.

[The Eternal Dance of the Twins requests a covenant with the tower.]

Sararak.

The twins' hair, which had been tinged with gray, changed. One turned stark white, and the other pitch black. The White one and the Black one were clearly distinguished.

Such stark black and white.

As if the world itself had split in two between them.

[Sanctuary designated.]

[Approved.]

"Excellent!"

Someone moved upon seeing this. It was the Crocodile Gentleman. The crocodile leaped backward in a flash. Tat! I launched a chasing strike, but it was blocked by the crocodile's swirling staff.

"Futile, King of Death! Your realm becomes my realm!"

The Crocodile chuckled deeply.

"As the master here, I generously accept the twins' intervention!"

The crocodile retreated, and one of the twins dove into the space he left. It was a tag-out. The white twin, The White one, swung a fist at me with an expressionless face.

[From this moment, this place belongs to the Eternal Dance of the Twins.]

[Joint ownership has been recognized.]

I thrust my sword forward.

[They who are harmed and harm in return, worship them.]

Cleanly.

The tip of my sword pierced through The White one's shoulder.

"Ah! Aaaah, aaaaaah!"

White clutched their shoulder and screamed. Unlike the Crocodile Gentleman, who had easily blocked my attack, White displayed no such skill. One half of the Constellation writhed and wept in pain.

Just as I wondered why they had charged so recklessly,

"It's okay."

Far beyond the table, Black stood motionless and smiled. A whisper flowed down their pitch-black hair, hair so dark that even one's gaze seemed to be drawn into it.

"You're not hurt."

"......!"

White's eyes became bloodshot.

"I'm not hurt!"

It was madness more intense than pain.

White swung their fist as though they had forgotten their shoulder had been pierced. I naturally extended my sword to knock the blow aside and severed my opponent's arm at the same time.

"Ah, hee?! Uh, ugh, aaaaaah!!"

And right after I severed the arm, I realized.

"It's okay."

The wound I had opened in their shoulder had already healed completely.

"You haven't been damaged."

I unleashed my sword strikes. Left, right, overhead, with a speed that the opponent couldn't possibly follow, I launched a relentless offensive. The enemy's limbs were torn apart. Each time, The White one screamed. And each time, from a distance, The Black one softly whispered.

"You haven't been hurt, right?"

"Mm-hm! Yes......!"

Where an arm fell, another grew. Crumbled knees stood up again. I didn't hesitate and aimed for the opponent's neck, but it was in vain. That neck, too, shed its skin and grew anew.

The Black one chuckled.

"You're noble. No one can harm you."

"Except for you!"

"Ah, right. Except for me."

White screams and black whispers mingled, muddying the air.

"We are complete."

I narrowed my brows.

'Tricky.'

It was meaningless to inflict fatal wounds.

At this very moment, The White one, battered and torn, swung their fist. I turned them into even more of a rag, but the enemy recovered in no time.

"It doesn't hurt! You're nothing! A nobody like you!"

White charged incessantly, madness streaming through their eyes.

What kind of strategy would work? As I pondered, new letters were carved before my eyes by the serpent.

[The Eyes Dwelling in the Labyrinth manifests its power.]

[Exposure.]

[Your opponent's power has been revealed to you.]

And the power of the twins was laid bare.

[Two-Person Completion Alliance]

Owner: The Eternal Dance of the Twins

Effect: A power that completes the world. If I interpret the world you see and you interpret the world I see, the world is complete in itself.

A spell that closes off the world. If I aim to collect 'everything' and expand my size to match the breadth of the world, the twins adjust the world's breadth to their size by not collecting 'anything'.

Attacking one of the twins is futile if the other half remains unharmed. This applies to both physical and mental attacks.

"......"

So, if the vampire parasitizes, the twins coexist.

Is the former a [Dealer] and the latter a [Tanker]?

"I have no choice."

Then I only had to strike White and Black at the same time.

I instantly lengthened the holy sword's shadow. The four layered blades that unfolded were the sister swords, an authority of the [Goddess of Protection]. Whoosh! While dealing with White, I calmly sent the remaining blades flying toward Black through remote sword control.

"Ah!"

The White one's eyes widened. Even if the wounds were nullified, The White one's martial arts themselves weren't impressive. The White one couldn't stop my shadow swords cutting through the air.

"No!!"

"......"

Seeing the four swords rushing toward them, Black did not move an inch. They merely watched with a gentle smile. There was a reason for that.

"O Tower."

The enemy party's last remaining member, [The Noble of Dry Fingerprints], closed their fan.

"Fulfill the promise."

Their voice, laden with aura, rang out in that instant.

[The Noble of Dry Fingerprints requests a covenant with the tower.]

[Sanctuary designated.]

[Approved.]

[From this moment, this place belongs to the Noble of Dry Fingerprints.]

The Crocodile Gentleman shouted in a telepathic voice in desperation.

"I have no objection!"

[Joint ownership has been recognized.]

A curtain spread on the table blocked my attack for a moment. Chiang! One of the four swords was deflected. Three remained. The sister swords flew through the gap created by their deflected comrade.

It was at that moment that the Noble's power was activated.

[They who are resented and despised, worship them.]

My swords sliced through The Black one's body.

Clearly, they cut through.

"Hic?! Th, ugh, aaaaaah!!"

But the one who screamed wasn't The Black one.

"Ahah, ugh... aaaaaah......"

It was The White one.

Right in front of me, White, who had been swinging a fist, suddenly dropped to their knees and wrapped their arms around themself. Drip. Blood ran from places I had never cut.

I recognized that every one of those wounds was an injury Black should originally have suffered.

"Indeed."

I took a step back.

"There's no need to request an exposure from Hisimet Cretsu."

And I raised my hand to retrieve the sister swords.

"Is it damage transfer?"

"That's right."

[The Noble of Dry Fingerprints] spread their fan.

"I can transfer the wounds one has received to another. If it's justified, that is."

"It's interesting. It's never justifiable to shift wounds onto others."

"I see it differently."

The Noble glared at The White one.

"Ugh... sob......"

The White one was still groaning, holding their wounds. But the Noble's eyes, looking at The White one, were filled with the same hatred as when they looked at me.

"It's your fault. It's all because of you."

"Ah...?"

"If you had stopped the King of Death, your other half wouldn't have been slashed. There would have been no danger to your other half. It's because you're powerless, because you're weak. Wretched. Despicable. Born lacking. Thus, everything is your fault. If blood must flow here, it must only be yours."

"......"

The sharp words ruthlessly stabbed The White one.

White looked up at their other half with a stunned expression.

"It's okay."

The Black one was gently smiling.

"You're not to blame."

"Ah......"

"Everything is the fault of this King of Death who attacks us. You just wanted to protect me. You wanted to protect us. You are completely all right."

A few words healed the wounds.

New flesh sprouted, swallowing the blood.

The White one, as if never fallen, stood up with quiet hostility in their eyes.

"......"

I looked around.

The Reddest Sommelier.

The Eternal Dance of the Twins.

The Noble of Dry Fingerprints.

A complete dealer, a complete tanker, and a perfect supporter.

"Oh dear, didn't I say so, young man?"

The Crocodile Gentleman spun his staff like a stage clown.

"Do you understand what it means to face three Constellations at once? Remember? Although you realize now, it's too late. Just fall from the night sky and loathe your foolish past."

"Indeed."

I nodded.

"Facing Constellations determined to attack together is not easy. I was slightly impressed."

"That is fortunate! Being defeated in admiration should at least offer more satisfaction than falling amid lamentation."

"However, it was wrong to say there are three Constellations."

"Hmm?"

The Crocodile Gentleman blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know me well, Sommelier. My specialty isn't one-on-one duels."

I gripped the holy sword.

"Ever since I was hunting Demon Kings, my specialty has been beating people down in a group."

Light flowed from the blade.