Chapter 372

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“Coming out big, aren’t we.”

A hollow laugh.

Absurd.

Laughable.

Or a laugh that bursts out without even realizing it.

Rarely, Bael was letting out a hollow laugh close to mockery.

“A sword to kill me, are you so willing to give it up so easily?”

Even Bael hadn’t foreseen this situation.

The sword that the Four Seasons had painstakingly forged.

To hand it over to the King of the Devil Gods, no less.

It’s to stop the King of the Devil Gods from running rampant, but the sacrifice is too great.

“Are you so satisfied with that new sword?”

Eugene.

The chosen one of the current generation.

The strongest sword completed by the Four Seasons.

Certainly, his potential is superior to Yoo-seong.

But, even so…

“Did you think I was so laughable that I could be defeated by a mere ‘Heavenly god’?”

If you wanted to catch me, you shouldn’t have given up the God of War. Heavenly God and God of War. Only when the two challengers are together is the balance barely right. 

In that situation, you’re giving the God of War to Bael? Do you really not know what the consequences will be if Bael wields the sword called God of War?

The tone was seemingly unpleasant, but in fact, a faint smile was hanging on Bael’s face. Everything was unexpected. The Four Seasons’ response, the current result. It was truly fascinating to Bael.

“I can’t understand it at all.”

Yes, I don’t know.

I don’t know the Four Seasons’ intentions.

It’s impossible.

To Bael, ‘unknown’ cannot exist.

He knows, even if he doesn’t try to know.

Bael was the being who knows everything in the world.

That’s why he’s lazy.

Knowing everything, a powerless ruler who does nothing.

That was the King of the Devil Gods.

“I admit it. I underestimated you too much.”

I thought I had already seen through all of the Four Seasons’ schemes.

But what I read was only the surface of the truth?

“What are you plotting? What are you aiming for by giving up Yoo-seong? Can your plan kill me?”

A faint laughter floats in the empty throne.

Bael belatedly realized that he was laughing.

Laughter. When was the last time I laughed so sincerely?

It was the first time since Yoo-seong’s sword pierced his heart.

“Ah, how interesting. Not knowing, is.”

Bael leaned back on the throne.

In fact, all of this is Bael’s overestimation, and the Four Seasons’ scheme may not be that great.

Or perhaps all of this was Bael’s arrogance, and Bael may have missed the last chance to win in vain.

Maybe. Or. If.

Bael quietly smiled at the questions and predictions that complicated his mind.

“Good. I’ll play along. Do whatever you can. Please don’t disappoint me.”

That was the fundamental reason why Bael accepted Autumn’s proposal.

The anticipation that an unexpected situation brings.

“…But now, I don’t know what to do with you.”

In front of Bael, a boy was lying unconscious. A boy like the night sky. Yoo-seong, the commander of the Celestial Corps in his Ten’s, who had been sealed by Agares and Murmur. 

A trophy handed over as a price for the contract with the Four Seasons. Bael’s nemesis. The strongest warrior who had cut out his heart. Now that he was lying down in this state, even Bael was quite emotionally moved.

“How tragic. Your life is. Losing friends, losing comrades, and the reward for protecting humanity while becoming degraded is this?”

Then rather.

Sleep in a peaceful dream.

He was an enemy I had high hopes for, but in this state, I can no longer expect the unknown.

I have no intention of insulting him. As a tribute to the one who was once my nemesis, I will give him a happy dream.

With that thought, Bael reached out to Yoo-seong.

“Ho.”

His finger was cut off in an instant.

A different light appeared in Bael’s eyes.

“Disgusting. Are you pitying me? I refuse such charity offered as if it were alms.”

The closed eyes open.

Golden eyes sparkle as they glare at Bael.

In his hand is a sword formed of light.

Yoo-seong clicked his tongue briefly.

I was going to blow off his hand, but it ended with just a finger?

“Ah, really. I don’t like those Four Seasons bastards until the end. Are they now selling even me? If I survive today, I’ll take care of those guys first.”

“You were awake. Since when?”

“Why don’t you find out with your great power?”

“I’m doing that. But I can’t read it.”

Under Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one.

Yoo-seong’s supernatural ability nullifies all authorities.

That included even Bael’s authority.

“Now that the situation has become like this, our contract will be useless.”

“That’s right. Even if you don’t remain silent, there is a contract with the Four Seasons. I will still remain silent.”

“Good. That I no longer need to be bound by the contract.”

Yoo-seong checked his condition.

All the serious injuries had been healed.

A faint lingering scent of divinity.

The trace of the Four Seasons. Autumn’s trace.

I’m grateful that they healed me, but could they have expected this to happen?

Now that he’s useless, go fight and die, something like that?

They’re planning to use me up in every way possible. Damn bastards.

…Well, whatever the reason, it was fortunate that all injuries were healed and I was in perfect condition.

At least I won’t be defeated in vain.

“It’s been a while. Your golden light that seems to blind me.”

The power he had sealed himself.

The ability he sacrificed to bind Bael.

The God of War, Mars, returns as the hero, Yoo-seong.

“The chosen one.”

“King of the Devil Gods.”

Yoo-seong held out the sword of light towards the King of the Devil Gods.

“Let’s resume the fight from that day.”

“Are you sure? You are alone now.”

“Why? Are you scared because you think you’re going to lose?”

“You’re still starting with big words.”

The Blessed Saintess.

The Godlike One.

The Pinnacle of Humanity.

300 years ago.

Comrades who fought against Bael together.

They are no longer by my side.

I can no longer fight with them.

Even with everyone together, it was a mutually destructive outcome.

Alone, how much chance of winning would there be…

But just because they are not here, I cannot stop fighting.

“Look forward to it. I’ll cut out your heart like I did back then!”

“Try it. If you can.”

Yoo-seong rushed towards the King of the Devil Gods without hesitation.

Like a moth flying into the fire.

※

Good news and bad news.

Which one do you want to hear first?

To Karma’s suggestion, Kallad replied instantly as if there was no need to think.

“I have no intention of playing along with your jokes. Just tell me quickly.”

“You’re no fun.”

Karma was inwardly sulky, but said without showing it on the outside.

“Then I’ll tell you the good news first. Do you see that barrier of light over there?”

Karma pointed to the sky. Translucent golden light was filling everywhere the eye could see. It was enveloping the city, and further, the entire Allied Nations.

“That light prevents the invasion of monsters. Unless they’re demonic beasts, it will be difficult to break through that wall. It will last for about a month. For now, we can breathe a sigh of relief.”

“That’s a stroke of luck. But who created that barrier? I’ve never heard of a supernatural with that kind of ability.”

“Then here’s the bad news.”

Karma’s eyes narrowed.

He twisted the end of his lips and said.

“How do I know this, anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t know.”

“…”

Is he trying to joke around?

As Kallad was about to snap at him, his eyebrows twitched.

Karma is a difficult person to read, but he’s not the type to make jokes like this.

“Kallad. Let me ask you something.”

“Ask me.”

“Where were you and what were you doing before you came here?”

“I was repelling the monsters that were swarming beyond the barrier.”

“You came here because the barrier of light gave you some leeway. Do you remember the process of getting here?”

“Of course…”

Kallad’s words trailed off. 

Of course, I remember. I’m not a short-term amnesia patient, I don’t forget what happened just a few tens of minutes ago. 

Kallad could explain in detail the process from the border to here. But…

‘What is it? Something, a sense of incongruity…?’

“Don’t you feel a sense of incongruity?”

As if reading Kallad’s thoughts, Karma let out a chuckle.

“It’s the same for me. When I came to my senses, the battle with the demonic beasts was already over. 

My hand was in this state, and I was dumbfounded and confused, and then the memory came to me belatedly. 

What process led to this conclusion? The demonic beast was about to self-destruct, and I was trying to stop that self-destruction and ended up getting hurt. Why did I forget this? It was only a few minutes ago.”

“That means…”

“Ah, now I remember. I heard that from Azazel. It was information Azazel told me. But how does Azazel know this? Unfortunately, I don’t remember that far yet. Strange. It’s like the process is gone and only the result remains. It’s like time has skipped.”

The order of process and result was reversed.

The result came first, and the process followed.

Something unusual was happening.

Karma looked at his blackened hand and bit his lip tightly.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
Hello! I’m back!

Good bye! I’ll go again!

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Smh, can’t even say anything since he said hello this time!