Chapter 180
Chapter 180
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 179
Chapter Title: Half Victory
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“Try eating this.”
[Hey! Hey!]
I stretch my left arm back wide, swinging it toward Magan’s mouth like a shot put athlete.
Belica’s soul shoots straight into Magan’s massive maw, and his face twists grotesquely as it hits the back of his throat.
“Guh, grrrk!”
Magan’s lips twitch like he’s forcing down a lump, desperate to swallow Belica whole.
Then he notices the thin strand of mana draped over his lips.
“Grrrk!”
Connected to my hand, I yank it with all my strength.
Magan grits his teeth, refusing to open his mouth no matter what.
But something must’ve hit his uvula—his eyes bulge wide, and he finally screams in agony, mouth flying open.
“Gurkgh!”
[Puhah!]
Belica bursts out of Magan’s mouth. I pull her back toward me, and her fist grazes past me.
[You’re insane!]
“It was the plan.”
[You know Stella just got eaten a minute ago, right?]
“……Sorry about that.”
But anything less than an archdemon’s soul would’ve melted the instant it entered Magan’s mouth.
Just like Deus had nearly vanished after being chewed for a moment.
“But the momentum’s on our side now.”
I reform my right hand through Belica and yank out the fork choking my neck, tossing it to the floor.
Magan clutches his throat, vomiting acid, his eyes darting wildly between the fork and me.
I declare firmly toward him.
“Dinner time’s over.”
* * *
“Dinner time’s over.”
What an absurd declaration.
Archdemon Magan.
For centuries, humans had been nothing but food to him—dishes laid out on his table, ready to eat whenever he pleased.
And now this one dared drag him away from that table after countless years?
“I don’t need any of this anymore.”
Magan reaches out, and the Fork of Delicacy wraps back around his palm.
“I’ll make you immortal, trapped forever between my teeth, screaming in agony for eternity.”
The rage toward these insolent things that dared provoke him and escape his mouth unchewed was a feeling even Magan himself had never experienced.
He swings the fork forward, channeling that volcanic passion.
Gigantic hands and mouths erupt from the floor like a flood.
Compared to Deus’s small frame, they carry immense mass and overwhelming area—unavoidable attacks.
But the moment they touch Deus’s freakish spiraling right hand, they twist powerless and vanish.
Only now does he realize he’s wasted an emotional, meaningless assault, but it’s too late.
Just as he’d pressed relentlessly at any opening, Deus charges forward the instant he spots one.
Whoosh!
His spider legs on his back, drained of jumping strength, gather every last bit of power for a massive leap.
Deus rockets in, right fist clenched, swinging it forward. Magan raises the Fork of Delicacy to block.
Boom!
The clash shakes the entire banquet hall, dust raining from the ceiling.
Magan, inexplicably weakening, slides back.
He feels the rubble pile at the entrance touch his heel.
Crunch.
Being pushed like this by a human in his own feast hall pushes his fury to the breaking point.
He roars like he’s spewing emotion.
“Graaaaaah!”
A massive mouth thrusts forward. His neck stretches like rubber, trying to swallow Deus whole.
But Deus smoothly retracts his right hand, pressing it to Magan’s lips.
Magan could swallow it whole.
But.
Halt.
Hesitation hits, flashbacks of moments ago flooding in.
Don’t eat it recklessly.
The thought strikes.
“Yeah.”
Deus’s chilling voice echoes coldly.
“You hesitated.”
“Ah.”
Crack!
Deus’s right hand smashes sideways into Magan’s extended face.
The impact launches Magan’s body into the air, crashing into the wall. Shattered teeth scatter pathetically where he stood.
“Krghhh!”
Magan scrambles up desperately. But Deus leaps again, right fist already in front of his eyes.
This is his feast hall.
The humans lined up before him are mere dishes prepared for his pleasure.
Facts that made the Archdemon of Gluttony, Magan, stronger than ever.
‘Ah.’
But he can’t bare his teeth at the one before him. To Magan, this man is no longer...
Food.
Splat!
Deus’s right hand pulverizes Magan’s face. The moment it touches, it spirals freakishly, shredding skin. The archdemon’s blood splatters down, soaking hand and floor.
“Belica!”
I pull my right hand back wide, calling her name. The spider legs powering Deus’s mobility vanish, his feet hitting the ground.
But the right hand grows even larger.
All power condensed into one strike embeds into Magan’s ruined face again.
Rumble!
One wall of the banquet hall crumbles, Magan’s body flying through.
“Greeeeeeeee!”
Fresh night air rushes in with the archdemon’s scream.
Signaling the success of the archdemon subjugation.
“Whew, huuuu.”
Deus forces strength into his legs, breathing deep with dust.
The rough movements stir deep pain from within.
His body was already weakened from poor health; close combat was inevitable punishment.
“You okay?!”
“Deus!”
Deia and Elenoa rush toward me in panic.
Darius and Tairn are handling the Jerman Kingdom and Valestan Duchy forces with the secretary.
Fortunately, Saintess Lucia’s recovery lets her support them, shifting momentum our way.
As Deus staggers out, chaos erupts inside the building.
‘Pindenai, Aria, and Erica must be rampaging.’
Seeing the banquet hall collapse, the three outside are going wild too.
“Good work.”
“Sniff, thank goodness.”
Deia sighs in relief, Elenoa wipes tears.
The multi-story height means Magan crashed through the wall, slumped against the balcony railing, barely clinging to life.
He’s so broken now anyone could finish him.
A clear victory.
But.
“Kek, kekekekeke.”
A foul laugh spills from Magan’s grotesquely twisted mouth.
[Uh…… something’s off, right?]
The black necromancer beside me frowns at the night sky.
She hugs herself against the massive pressure.
Not just her.
Me, Deia, Elenoa too.
We stare at the massive flock flying toward us, backlit by the moon, feeling unprecedented dread.
“Did you really think…… I built this republic alone?”
Magan coughs blood, still chuckling.
“Three…… the number of archdemons allied with me, upholding the republic.”
One figure at the front of the approaching silhouettes flaps wings.
In that instant.
“Hmm.”
A woman with red skin and angel wings grips a spear, standing before us.
The same sensation as Magan.
She bears the title of archdemon.
“You look awful.”
Her gaze shifts to the fallen Magan. Her presence alone crushes us.
But it doesn’t end there.
“Aww, if we weren’t allies, I’d eat him myself.”
A small boy with ten tails crouches mockingly before Magan.
Each tail a different type, five horns on his head all unique shapes.
“…….”
Last.
A massive man stands silently before me, looking down impassively.
Ram legs, three eyes. Thick steel-like muscles bulging with fur and veins.
[Archdemon of Struggle Valkyria, Archdemon of Worship Payrun, Archdemon of Pride Dune.]
Belica names them one by one, voice heavy with gloom.
“…….”
We’ve already exhausted most strength taking down Magan.
Now three more archdemons appear.
“Can we…… do more?”
I ask Belica, hopeful. She scoffs irritably.
[Not “can we”—we have to. They won’t let you live.]
I know.
Their intense killing intent already pours toward me.
‘If Aria were here?’
Still impossible.
Even second-run Aria couldn’t guarantee one-on-one wins.
Three fresh ones now.
A truly hopeless situation.
But.
“Deia, Elenoa.”
I clench my fist, straightening my back.
“Find the others.”
A calm path to the victory still out of reach begins to form in my mind.