episode_0021

Boldly (laughs), I folded the guy up after removing even the outermost quark of his eye and tucked him under the bed before coming out, unable to hold back my laughter.

Well, that’s understandable.

“What, so… where’s Kyo-dae…?”

“K-Kkuh…”

“S-Stop it!!!”

The black mages who were causing a ruckus started screaming when Kyo-dae disappeared, their expressions turning sour as they began to shout in distress.

The black mages of the Kyo-dae faction you were waiting for?

I sent them all to America!

Mad black mages trying to summon beings from hell and beyond to taint the world.

I sent them off to the world they desired.

So kind to the world.

When this truth comes out, won’t the black mages be extremely grateful?

Pondering these thoughts, I confirmed that the group of black mages I had subdued had been kneeling for quite some time.

…You guys were really a handful, huh?

Somehow, it seemed like there were fewer black mages than I expected, but it appeared they had truly been backed into a corner.

Perhaps the Adelheid family’s connections had impressively dealt with the black mages, making this place their last stand.

Somehow

I thought there would be a war, harvesting many deaths to summon “that,” but they were already conducting the ritual so quickly.

Both the black mages and the orcs already attacking the Great Barrier seemed to have become more urgent.

Thinking it was truly annoying, I approached the black mage who had just kneeled this time.

“[Cough, are you okay?]”

“K-Kuh… Orc…? T-Take me outside…!”

Whether he couldn’t come out of the spell circle himself or not, he was asking me for help.

Nodding, I pulled him out.

“[Cough, is that better now?]”

“Hah, huff… If it’s okay, could you take me towards the tents…?”

“[Cough, sure.]”

“…Thank you. I won’t forget this favor.”

The black mage thanked me, blood dripping from his eyes as he bowed his head.

‘What on earth happened..?’ I thought, looking down at the black mage muttering something.

Thanks?

Oh, what thanks~

I dealt with another black mage like that.

…

As I kindly(?) sent the collapsing black mages one by one to the world they desired, chaos erupted within the spell circle.

“[C-Cough… no more…]”

Thud.

“[Humans… where did all the human scum go?!]”

Thump.

With the disappearance of the black mages to such an extent, it seemed like the orc shamans were bearing the brunt of it.

Their once sturdy bodies began to crumble and collapse.

It could easily lead to the failure of the ritual itself.

‘Oh, a failure?’

Just as I was about to entertain that thought, a commanding voice echoed from inside the tent, turning the situation around.

-“Here. You are the most… pitiful creatures. You can’t even handle this much and cause chaos?”

The moment the voice was heard, the movements of everyone in the village came to a halt, feeling the immense power emanating from it.

And then

-Kwaaang!!

As if the tent exploded, crimson threads emerged and engulfed the city.

“Now only the final remains. It can’t be helped. Let your bodies be the last sacrifice.”

With those words, the red threads attached themselves to the orcs in the village.

“[Cough, what is this?]”

“[Cough… An arm… bracelet! This is a bracelet!]”

“[Cough… Chieftain…?]”

-Crackle…

As a few orcs and those with exceptional instincts showed signs of unease, the orcs connected by the red threads began to attach one by one.

“[C-Cough…!]”

“[W-What is this…}”

The orcs, unable to resist, collapsed in agony, their bodies withering away.

The fallen spellcasters, the few remaining black mages, the orcs, the wolves, the elites—all had their life force drained without exception.

With each life extinguished, the threads grew redder and thicker.

Inside the tent where the threads connect, something unsettling begins to stir.

Our protagonist watching it.

-Parat

【Pairing】

What in the world is this?

-Parat

【Pairing】

Continuously aiming towards the red thread rushing at them, they were endlessly pairing.

What on earth is this!!

Even though there’s almost no physical force, it’s not impossible to pair, but timing it right isn’t easy!

I tried to reduce my power, but I never thought I’d succeed in this way!

【Pairing】

While cheering at the orcs falling one by one, I expressed my unease.

Is this going to be okay?

Creating and strengthening so many orcs like this won’t make them too powerful, right?

【Pairing】

No.

Come to think of it, that guy doesn’t grow in that way.

Then it shouldn’t be a big problem.

He’s a guy who’s a big problem just by existing, so what does it matter.

The only downside for now is one thing.

【Pairing】

Continuously pairing is wearing down my stamina!

I’m only moving my hands minimally to pair, but since my stamina is already terrible, it’s tough!

It’s still okay for now… but if this continues for more than 10 minutes, it’s a bit dangerous.

Being in a position where I need to conserve stamina makes it even more crucial!

【Pairing】

And perhaps an unexpected thought.

-“I beseech the gods, I find the most complete body, so please stay in this body.”

Once again, a dizzying language is heard from inside the tent, and something starts to stir.

-Rumble!!

Even the sky is surprised by the life guarding its birth.

No, could that really be a living being?

Trading numerous lives and energies for ‘concepts’ to create a monster born from life, what should we call it?

Red energies intertwine and begin to create something.

-“The body you came out of, you are here. You are the greatest human beneath the sky.”

Taking cues from the orc’s speech resembling that of a chieftain (酒言), a form gradually takes shape.

Red.

Ominous.

Chilling.

As the red energies that were once entwined start to disappear, the form reveals itself.

Unlike the green orcs that were as green as the meadow, this figure, from head to toe, is entirely red.

At the end of the chaotic ritual, what emerged was merely a differently colored orc, mocking those around him, but it wasn’t so.

If anyone had actually seen it, no one would have believed their eyes.

The seven evils existing in the world.

The first god who dreamed of a perfect world and gathered negativities, casting them beyond the world.

Through the passage where energy flows in from outside, he sneaks in, opens the door, and plots destruction.

The seven children of the first god’s rejected negativity.

Among them, Wrath (Ira).

What I am seeing right now is such a being.

“[…Have we succeeded?]”

I was momentarily stunned by the wrath before me, then snapped back to reality at the voice of the exhausted orc.

A shaman orc standing next to Wrath, trembling with his staff.

He was undoubtedly the second chieftain.

If the shaman-type chieftain, then surely the warrior-type chieftain had gone to the barrier.

Sending Linus was the right choice.

“[Are you… a god..?]”

“[Chieftain… Has the god descended upon us?]”

“[You…!!]”

Before the red thread takes their lives, the surviving orcs ask the chieftain.

Has a god appeared?

Has our god come to see us?

What must we offer to the god?

Lacking fear and intelligence but overwhelming fanaticism.

Just moments ago, knowing their lives were nearly taken, the orcs seemed simply ecstatic.

Their demeanor intensified as the chieftain slammed his staff down and shouted.

“[Everyone do something!! Kneel before the god!! Bow to the god!!!]”

” “[Bow to the god!!!]” ”

-Thud!!

Surviving orcs all kneeling at once, a transcendent spectacle.

Orcs who sincerely pay homage to the gods, humbling themselves.

Upon witnessing this sight, many would squint their eyes and say,

“They truly are a race of born fanatics.”

In reality, many scholars have stated that the reason champions of orcs constantly emerge is due to the high level of faith among orcs.

The orc’s deity, receiving much devotion, sends champions periodically in response.

Reading those papers, some priests of the church openly suggested that they should teach true faith to orcs, only to be publicly suppressed.

Such was the depth of the current faith among orcs.

Watching them kneel before me at the right moment, I observed their anger.

So many kneeling before me, shouting loudly, yet no reaction?

“It’s not time yet.”

Undoubtedly, he hasn’t fully adapted to his body yet.

Whether it was premature, substituting vigor and dedication with life, or simply a matter of time.

The anger had not yet reached its peak.

Even if I were to kill him now, the outcome would be the same, but the power itself was not yet complete.

Where in the world could there be such a perfect moment?

After observing even the complacent chieftain sitting in his chair smiling contentedly, I laughed.

Now was the time.

As time passed, he would grow stronger, soon becoming more than just a transcendent being, an opportunity to kill him.

From the moment I kneeled, I ceased the cancel stacking of **Rush** and explosively leaped up.

No one reacted to that explosive speed, and as I approached him with all the energy of **Fama** gathered in my right hand, the words of a hunter in the game came to mind.

“Hunting powerful monsters always falls to weak humans.”

– Sugeok

Yes.

Truly fitting words.