Chapter 203
Chapter 203
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 203
Chapter Title: Night Assault (3)
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"...Did you get dumped, Boss?"
"Shut up."
Toker, Sun Haryun cackled.
It had been quite a while since he started serving the Foresight, but this was the first time he'd seen her this sulky.
She sat in the room Dawood had left, propping her chin and glaring at the door he'd exited through.
'...This is the leader of the demon worshippers spread across the entire continent.'
No, she looked more like a pouting cat.
Her face under the mask wasn't clearly visible, but the vibe suggested she had her lips pursed out.
"I told you, didn't I? He's not the type to fall for your charms that easily."
"I said shut up."
Sun Haryun barely stifled the laughter bubbling up at her curt reply, shoving it back down his throat.
'Oh man, she's pissed.'
No doubt about it—this woman was extraordinary.
For a man of that caliber to call her "Boss" so faithfully and show her that much respect.
How could it be any different with Dawood Campbell, the variable that could twist this entire world, and the one human who could potentially match that variable?
As those thoughts crossed his mind, the Foresight continued in her still grumpy tone.
"...That guy's gonna die soon. To a demon."
"You're not certain it's the Gray one, are you?"
"It's the most likely candidate."
When the Foresight said it in that low, subdued voice, Sun Haryun scratched his head.
Ironically, for the leader of the demon worshippers, she harbored real animosity toward demons—and her grudge against the Gray Devil was especially intense.
Was it normal to hold that much killing intent toward something so uncertain?
"I know you have a lot of knowledge about 'other worldlines,' Boss."
Her desire to kill demons, especially her hostility toward the Gray Devil, probably stemmed from that.
Among the countless worldlines she'd observed, the Gray Devil had likely killed Dawood Campbell the most times.
"Things don't always go according to plan, do they? Like how he got that imperial seal engraved last time."
At those words, the Foresight clenched her fist tight.
It felt like just hearing it pissed her off—like watching something that should have been hers get snatched away.
"...He'll need my help this time anyway, that guy."
She followed up in a flat, emotionless voice.
"A vessel with three fragments can alter its surroundings just by awakening. Even for him, the creatures of Pandemonium will be tough."
She was furious, but forcing herself to calm down by recalling that fact.
"The first obstacle alone is like that. What comes after will be even harsher. So without a doubt—"
But even so.
Some things had to be said.
Sun Haryun wrapped his hand around his prayer beads and spoke.
"Well."
He gripped one of the beads and said it.
"I doubt it'll roll over that easily."
A few words formed through incantation swirled in the air, and the beads projected a transparent "spear."
An image capturing a nearby battle played inside it.
"...What the hell is this?"
The Foresight uttered those words in disbelief.
The scene on the screen was undoubtedly worthy of such a reaction.
"Boss, you said the demon vessels couldn't provide him any decisive help, right?"
Anyone familiar with demon vessels would know just how absurd this spectacle was.
Vessels, like it or not, were influenced by their demon's true body.
Most of them ended up on bad terms with each other because of the demons' mutual enmities.
White Devil and Gray Devil, Blue Devil and Purple Devil, Red Devil and Brown Devil...
Their web of conflicts was as ancient as Pandemonium's history itself.
And yet.
"...Doesn't look that way from this."
Gates to Pandemonium opened by the Red Devil's awakening dotted the area.
Sword strikes infused with gray energy lashed out. Simple at a glance, but carrying the power of "corrosion."
Space-time froze. The movements of everything inside slowed to a crawl.
Elnor gracefully sheathed her sword and prepared her next move—to finish off everything caught in the slowed zone at once.
But.
A "blue energy" intervened, shredding the slowed sweepers in one go.
"Five points! Thanks!"
Liru winked and shouted that.
Then she launched herself into the next swarm of sweepers.
"...That thieving bitch."
Elnor muttered, narrowing her eyes, as the screen shifted.
She hadn't fully acclimated to the demon's energy yet, so she fought bare-handed with daggers in both hands, without drawing the purple devil.
Where Elnor had dismantled the sweepers with fluid, dance-like motions, this fight consisted of utterly efficient movements without a shred of waste.
Every swing of her arm extinguished a life. Even if not killed outright, she rendered them helplessly neutralized.
No retreats or parries—just overwhelming one-strike power, the epitome of a grand assassin's style.
Even against Pandemonium creatures with different organ placements, muscle structures, vitals, and weaknesses, sticking to that method was only possible for her.
Of course, it wasn't effortless like the others.
Through the neutralized sweepers, someone "walked in."
And with that alone, every sweeper in range was cleanly pulverized.
Like fruit shoved into a blender.
"..."
"..."
Serath stared blankly at her opponent.
Her face was like a kid who'd had all her hoarded snacks stolen for later.
"...What are you doing?"
"Three points."
"No, those were the ones I was saving to take out all at once later...!"
Ignoring her completely, Yuria turned away and trudged forward silently.
Just her movement ground the sweepers within three steps into paste.
With slackened eyes, wordless, in the vibe of a severe depressive, she continued the slaughter—it was downright terrifying.
"...What kind of weirdo is that?"
Overwhelmed despite herself, Serath grumbled and swung her dagger.
The absurdity of competing for that guy's "night hunting rights" even in that state seeped into her motions.
"...Hey, Toker."
Just like that.
Pandemonium creatures poured from the gates, massacred without meaningful resistance.
Watching it, the Foresight brushed back her hair and spoke.
"Yeah."
"Those are Pandemonium creatures, right?"
"Yep."
"...Even a few dozen could wreak havoc on the material world, right?"
"Yep."
"..."
Yet they were being butchered without resistance.
Pitiful, even.
Sun Haryun smirked at the speechless Foresight staring at the scene and continued.
"Hey, Boss. In any of the 'worldlines' you've seen, has there ever been an enemy like this?"
"..."
"Demon vessels 'cooperating.' For one guy."
Individually, they didn't seem on good terms. Even gathered like this, it felt like separate battles.
More like they'd stab each other in the back given the chance.
But.
Even so.
This alone transcended common sense.
Beings that stood above all dimensions, phases, and rulers, alongside the seraphim.
"..."
Such beings.
Even if their "true egos" weren't manifest, and the vessels merely borrowed a sliver of their power.
Demons.
All of them.
For one man alone.
"Looks like the first hurdle will be a breeze, thanks to them."
"..."
Undeniably.
Irrefutable logic.
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"..."
Urgent, yet awkward.
Eliya Chrisanax glanced at Dawood running beside her and thought that.
Normally in a dire crisis like this, they'd exchange some camaraderie-building talk, but now they just ran in silence.
While the other demon vessels plugged the gates' creatures, she and Dawood had to reach the phoenix's location.
-You're the most important one in this incident.
Something like that.
Normally, she'd be over the moon, but the situation was different now.
This awkwardness since earlier proved it.
"..."
No, he seemed fine—it was Eliya herself who was reluctant.
Her gaze kept drifting to the amulet on Dawood's wrist.
She hadn't examined it closely before, but activating her Eye of Truth revealed a familiar presence without a doubt.
The one she'd searched so desperately for.
Even once.
And though she'd denied it until now, seeing it with her own eyes made it crystal clear.
Her brother was already dead.
Preserved inside there, as a soul.
"..."
Her hands trembled.
The sudden Night Assault. Her greatest trauma.
Confirming her brother's death with her own eyes.
And Dawood, who knew but hadn't told her until now.
Everything from one to ten shattered her composure. She wanted to clutch her head and collapse right there.
What the hell was going on?
"The holy sword."
Suddenly, those words came from Dawood running beside her.
"..."
Important, he said.
Earlier.
Maybe it wasn't her personally, but "Eliya, chosen by the holy sword," that mattered more.
Feeling that, Eliya unwittingly replied in a sullen tone.
"...I brought it."
At her voice, Dawood nodded.
"Good."
Silence again.
Only footsteps echoed as they ran. Quiet.
"Hey."
His voice broke the silence.
"...You must have a lot of questions."
"..."
As if reading her mind.
"I'll promise. Once this is over, I'll explain everything. So hang in there for now."
"..."
Suddenly.
Eliya realized.
She was hopelessly weak toward the person she liked.
Just hearing that melted away her pent-up emotions.
How deep did her feelings run that even this made her bow her head and nod without thinking?
"So."
"...It's fine."
As Dawood tried to continue, Eliya responded in a mumbling voice.
"Teacher must have had your reasons. As long as you explain properly, it's okay."
"...Yeah. Thanks. Still, this I have to—"
"No. Really, it's fine."
Eliya grinned.
"...Honestly, there's stuff I want to beat out of you! But! I forgive you all the same!"
"No."
Dawood extended a hand slightly toward the brightly smiling Eliya.
His expression was slightly furrowed.
A what-are-you-talking-about face.
"I was about to say hand over the holy sword now."
"..."
"I'll give it back later."
Hmm.
Should she just sock him now?
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