Chapter 177
Chapter 177
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 177
Chapter Title: Within the Resonance World
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In the Resonance World.
A tearing scream from Phirsiran echoed throughout.
Beneath the churning earth and crumbling sky.
Phirisran's disheveled hair whipped wildly in the wind.
Leyzon stood tall before her, arms crossed.
"Come at me already."
The moment Leyzon shouted through gritted teeth, she was suddenly right in front of him.
She was a necromancer.
For such a necromancer to charge into close-quarters combat.
There could be nothing more ridiculous.
But this was the Resonance World, built upon the Soul Realm.
A soul stripped of reason, driven by instinct alone, was amplified by infinite imagination.
Phirsiran's nails extended endlessly.
In an instant, her five nails transformed into the world's finest swords.
Piiiing!
The air-splitting whoosh resounded far and wide.
The moment her nails thrust right up to his face, a shadow surged before Leyzon.
The owner of the crimson shadow was Syria.
Slash!
The shadow was easily shredded.
At Phirsiran's level, she couldn't cut Syria's shadow.
Yet in the Resonance World, Phirsiran could do anything.
If she believed she could cut it, then it would be cut.
That was why Leyzon had retreated the moment he first saw her on day one.
Through the gap in the torn shadow, an empty space was visible.
Leyzon, who had been there just moments ago, had vanished.
"Aaaahhh!"
Phirsiran swung her nails at the field in rage.
The field shattered into pieces, marked by five sword scars.
It was absurd cutting power and destructive force.
Her eyes blazed with murderous intent.
She ground her teeth, desperate to find and kill Leyzon right then and there.
"That killing intent must be driving you mad."
At that moment, Leyzon's voice echoed once more.
Phirsiran couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.
Instead, countless Leyzons began appearing before her.
"Since it's come to this, go ahead and let it all out."
The countless Leyzons grinned simultaneously.
Without hesitation, Phirsiran charged at the Leyzons.
She swung her own hands ceaselessly.
With every swing of her nails, stalks of grass flew.
Whether they did or not, the reasonless Phirsiran knew only attack.
Her rampage showed no signs of stopping.
Rumble!
At that moment, something reached her ears.
Phirsiran snapped her head up.
In the distance, she saw a wave of shadow and blood surging toward her.
She pierced the head of the Leyzon right in front of her once more.
Then, without retreating from the massive wave wall, she leaped forward.
It was leg strength enough to burst her thigh muscles.
She swung the ten swords sprouting from her hands toward the wave.
Slash!
With the wave sliced powerlessly, she soared into the sky.
Her form gradually distanced itself from that of a dark elf.
There was a single ferocious beast.
A single beast awakened through the evil vein.
The beast howled toward the heavens.
At that instant, a colossal fortress giant appeared before the beast.
The fortress giant smashed down at the beast with both fists clenched.
The beast, struck by the fist, plummeted to the ground.
The wave of shadow and blood swallowed the beast whole.
The fortress giant rained down fists madly into the wave.
Boom!
Soon, the fortress giant's fist shattered into pieces and collapsed.
Within the wave, the beast's eyes flashed.
In an instant, the beast climbed onto the fortress giant's shoulder.
Then, just as it had crushed the fist, it cleaved off the giant's entire arm.
Shattered stone fragments poured into the wave, sending up a pillar of blood.
The beast kicked off the shoulder to finish demolishing the fortress giant.
At that moment, the shadow and blood clinging to the beast's body crystallized simultaneously.
Her movements were restricted mid-air.
Rumble!
Soon, black lightning streaked across the sky.
A massive evil dragon burst through the thunderclouds, mouth agape.
The condensed black thunder breath struck the beast directly.
The beast screamed but tore the thunder breath apart as well.
This time, the fortress giant backhanded her with its remaining arm.
The beast was flung away, tumbling across the ground.
The beast displayed even denser fury.
It charged at them once more to kill them all.
The beast fought endlessly.
It was a ceaseless chain of battles that seemed never-ending.
But this was the beast's world.
Defeat was something that could not exist for the beast.
In the end, the beast slew everything.
Amid the wreckage of the devastated field.
The beast stood, barely catching its breath.
Its stamina had seemed infinite.
Yet this relentless motion birthed an unfamiliar fatigue.
Her body began to grow heavy in an instant.
The beast's hands trembled faintly.
The urge to rest welled up.
"A Soul Realm necromancer is nearly invincible in their own soul space."
At that moment, Leyzon's voice echoed in her ears once more.
Still, she couldn't pinpoint its origin.
"In soul space, you can do anything. Become a god, remake the world."
The voice reverberated throughout the entire Resonance World.
Due to fatigue, the beast's ears ached.
"But that's exactly why it has a fatal weakness."
Rumble!
At that instant, the ground beneath the beast began to quake.
The beast looked around with a bewildered expression.
Soon, she discovered something surging from below her.
Five massive peaks rose up.
It was as if five mountains were sprouting in an instant.
The indescribable immensity made the beast shrink back.
Soon, her eyes widened slowly.
She realized what the five mountains were.
It was a hand.
A hand of overwhelming size, dwarfing the entire Resonance World.
The hand rose to swallow the beast.
Its owner must lie beneath.
For a moment, the beast felt suffocated.
She had poured her strength battling colossal beings until now.
She had barely overcome even them.
Her whole body was drained of power.
Yet now, a hand so gigantic that even they seemed like ants.
No matter how she looked, there was no way to win this.
"The moment you think even once that you can't overcome it."
The fur cloaking the beast faded in an instant.
The valiant beast from before vanished.
The beast shrank small, taking the form of a child.
The weakest form she remembered from her lifetime.
Her childhood self.
Phirsiran clutched a doll, tears welling up.
"You can never win against a Soul Realm necromancer."
Phirsiran burst into sobs.
Overwhelmed by terror and dread, she could do nothing.
A man landed before the broken little girl.
Leyzon raised his hand and gently patted young Phirsiran's head.
"You did well."
Phirsiran looked up with tear-streaked cheeks.
Leyzon gave her a bright smile.
"Time to come back now."
Auto-Evolving Undead Creation [?EX]
Skill activated.
A breeze blew.
A delightfully refreshing mountain breeze.
The sweet scent of flowers rode the wind.
Birds flitted through the blooms, chirping merrily.
Clear sunlight enveloped her body.
Unthinkingly, she began to hum a tune.
When was it?
Ah, yes, that time.
The day she picnicked with her husband and son in a field blooming with beautiful flowers.
The day they ate homemade sandwiches and juice, laughing so joyfully.
The happiest day in all her memories.
Phirsiran's eyelids slowly lifted.
She realized she was lying in a field swept by mountain winds.
Phirsiran slowly raised her body.
Across the field bloomed star-shaped flowers in crimson and violet.
Crowea flowers.
"Awake now?"
A warm voice came from somewhere.
Phirsiran slowly turned her head, and there stood a man.
Four undead accompanied him.
Each was a monstrous undead renowned throughout the world.
Yet the undead resting by his side looked utterly serene.
As if a family out on an excursion, they lounged beside him.
"Abyss Lord."
Phirsiran called him by his epithet.
"No, Leyzon."
She corrected herself, speaking his true name.
"How's your condition?"
Leyzon asked after her state.
At his words, Phirsiran flicked her ears and let out an absurd laugh.
"Isn't it funny to ask a soul about her physical condition?"
Her flesh had rotted away long ago.
To her, the body was meaningless.
"In the soul world, you can be anything if you set your mind to it."
"That's not so easy."
Still, her mind felt peaceful for the first time in ages.
"You reclaimed the Resonance World for me, didn't you, Leyzon?"
Her memories cut off from the moment she was overwhelmed by the transcendent evil entity.
She didn't know exactly what was happening now.
"Yeah. Not as much as you, but I went through some trouble."
"True, nothing compares to my ordeal."
Leyzon laughed at Phirsiran's jest.
"So, again—how's your condition?"
"Persistent man."
"It should feel completely different from before."
Phirsiran blinked.
She sensed he wasn't speaking idly.
Phirsiran slowly checked her own state.
Soon, she realized one fact.
Her soul had always been dissipating.
To maintain the Resonance World, she had consumed her soul's power.
Yet now, for some reason, her soul's power felt utterly serene.
Phirsiran's head tilted.
She couldn't understand what had happened to her.
"Phirsiran, as of today, you're my undead."
Phirsiran turned to Leyzon in shock.
"Don't tell me you resolved the evil vein to..."
"That's right. You've become the Ghost Princess."
Leyzon's ninth undead.
The Ghost Princess, Phirsiran.
With this, the power of her soul became a regenerable energy source.
She had now attained true immortality as an undead.
As long as Leyzon existed, she no longer needed to live in fear of pursuit.
"And."
Leyzon looked up as he spoke.
In the distance, a boy was rushing desperately toward them.
Behind him trailed a man with a leisurely gait.
Phirsiran's eyes began to widen.
Soon, she sprang to her feet.
Phirsiran ran through the Crowea flower field.
The boy raced through the same flowers toward her.
Phirsiran embraced the oncoming boy with her whole body.
A boy strikingly resembling Phirsiran.
It was her son, Piran.
"Piran."
"Mom!"
Piran buried his tear-streaked face in her embrace.
Phirsiran held Piran tightly, at a loss for words.
She had known her son would eventually enter the Resonance World someday.
But it had been a vague thought; she had hesitated to meet him.
She was already dead, destined for eventual dissipation.
She didn't want to put her son through two farewells.
But now, through Leyzon, she could sustain a new life.
She didn't know how to handle this situation.
"Phirsiran."
The Poison Spider approached her.
"For now, just be happy."
Hearing the Poison Spider's words, Phirsiran let out a sigh.
She embraced Piran in her arms.
"You're right."
Tears fell from Piran's eyes.
To her, the fruit of her union with her husband was utterly precious.
"So that's how it was."
Flower petals danced on the breeze.
The flower filling the field, Crowea, symbolized longing.
The most beautifully shining star, reminiscent of the Southern Cross.