Chapter 862
Chapter 862
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 862
Chapter Title: Healing Camp
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The emperor began to change little by little from that day on. Through Morgana's death, he had come to recognize his own mortality.
"Your Majesty. I shall research immortality. We will need sacrifices... many sacrifices."
"Black Magic Tower Lord. I have no interest in immortality."
"But Your Majesty... This empire, this world needs your rule."
"I said I don't need it."
It had been nearly three hundred years since the emperor ascended to the throne.
The emperor still showed no signs of aging, but his absolute power had begun to wane. The concubines soon noticed, and it didn't take long for the entire world to sense the emperor's approaching death.
Rebellions broke out.
They erupted constantly, day after day.
One day, a village rose up.
Another day, a city.
Yet another, centered around a hero.
Centuries of pent-up resentment exploded like dry tinder meeting flame.
"Black Magic Tower Lord. I've taken an interest in black magic. Teach me."
"...Your Majesty. If you desire immortality... we shall research it in your stead."
"I said I've taken an interest in black magic."
The emperor learned black magic. What surprised me here was the astonishing speed at which he mastered it—truly on the level of a once-in-a-century genius. It was probably due to the influence of his 'Tyrant Quality.'
"Eugene Bellacarose. Last emperor of the empire."
The hero, Excalibur in hand, stood before the emperor. He pointed the gleaming sword at him.
"The empire is tearing apart. Tyrant of the empire, you shall wander eternally in hell. There is no salvation for you."
"The empire tearing apart? You're delusional. The empire is whole. As long as I live, the empire endures forever."
"You're the delusional one. Look outside. The empire is crumbling. The imperial subjects all cry out for your death. The twin-winged folk have spread their wings of freedom. The dwarves have shattered their chains with hammers. The elves have called upon the spirits. The giants sow destruction, and the beastkin have reclaimed their wild nature. The Bellacarose Empire is finished."
"Kukukukukuku."
The emperor laughed. He laughed madly from his jade throne. Then the laughter cut off abruptly. His feral eyes glared at the hero as if to kill.
"It seems you don't grasp the situation..."
The emperor's eyes flashed wildly, like some space emperor from an autonomous province.
"No one can bring down my empire. Not you, not the twin-winged folk, dwarves, elves, giants, or beastkin! No one can end the empire! Only I can end it! If the empire must fall, I shall reduce it to ashes with my own hands!"
The emperor laughed. The hero felt a chill and charged to slit his throat. But an inexplicable force repelled the hero's body.
The emperor laughed. The wall behind him crumbled, revealing a massive hoard of magic stones. They glowed red—magic stones infused with human life force.
"Today marks the end of the empire's history. And the day I die."
The tyrant unleashed black magic, fueled by the life force of tens of millions.
It had been a while since I'd unlocked an ending achievement, rewarding me with Absolute Imperial Authority.
Absolute Imperial Authority.
Any command issued through it seems to come true. The catch is it only lasts for one minute.
'Isn't this basically an absolute wish-granting power... but only for one minute?'
Curiosity bubbled up relentlessly.
For instance, if I commanded the death of everyone except me, would they revive after a minute? Or stay dead?
'Probably the latter... If it's real, I can't use it lightly... Better save it for the right moment.'
I felt good.
Watching the ending of 'Tyrant for You' cleared away any lingering regrets or unease.
'Now, time to use the Fragment of Omniscience. It should answer anything, right?'
Fragment of Omniscience.
I held the small, stone-like object in my hand.
Suddenly, several curiosities surged before I could even pose a question.
About the dungeons and monsters appearing in reality. We still hadn't pinpointed why they emerged in this world.
'The Fragment should know. I'd also like to know why people awaken.'
A notification window appeared before my eyes, written in Korean.
'It responded to my thoughts... So, the reason I awakened to Playful Life... just luck? Nothing else?'
I knew my abilities diverged sharply from other hunters'. Entering fictional worlds, bringing their items and characters into reality.
Sometimes I even doubted if such power was humanly possible.
'...Fine. Then, do gods exist in this world?'
I recalled the evil god from that dungeon. It was likely tied to the tattoo world. If gods existed there, maybe in this reality too.
'Oh, they do exist! It says it so plainly! Shouldn't it at least tell me who?'
Gods exist in this world. Whether Jesus, Buddha, or someone else, they exist—at least if the Fragment tells the truth.
'...No.'
The first question had been impulsive. From now on, I needed to be cautious—for Yuria's sake at least.
'What trial is Yuria currently undergoing? Tell me.'
'...That's all?'
'No, you rigid bastard!'
I screamed internally while carefully setting the Fragment down on the floor. No sense risking an accidental third question.
'...Two trials for Yuria. Wait, no reason she has to have just one like mine.'
Assuming one trial was prejudice.
I pondered Yuria's two trials.
'I think I get why she accepted them.'
First trial: Achieve Aura Master without memories or power.
Yuria must have objectively assessed her body and talent. Even without memories or power, she wouldn't become someone else—she believed she'd reach Aura Master swiftly.
'Even without memories or power, Yuria was Aura Expert through physical prowess alone.'
Yuria's body naturally accumulated mana just by breathing. With elixirs from me and high-level training...
'One year. No, possibly sooner—she has a high chance of reaching Aura Master.'
Second trial: Love me without memories or power. Yuria knew I wouldn't abandon her, memories or not. She was confident she'd still love me.
'Yuria trusted me after all. ...Or do I need to love her? Maybe mutual love.'
Knowing the trials' nature made them seem less daunting.
'I spared Yuria rest and activities since she lost her memories... but now it seems that consideration backfired. Considering she first awoke in the training hall after losing memories... was that her message?'
I realized the trials tied to desires.
When stabbed by the relic dagger, I got the trial to become impotent.
'A horrific one. But definitely tied to my desires.'
Yuria's were too. First: desire to grow stronger—she used the relic dagger for that. Second: she loved me, and her drive to grow stronger stemmed from that love.
'I raised one hell of a maid.'
I formulated a plan. Starting tomorrow, intense training for Yuria. Rent a suitable gym; I'd teach her personally. I trusted her talent. That body had once reached advanced Aura Master. She'd get there faster than before.
'Won't even take a year in Baekhwan Time. Maybe half.'
I sneaked quietly into the bedroom.
Yuria lay naked on the messy bed, sleeping soundly. I remembered: after exiting the 'Tyrant for You' world, we'd had sloppy sex, then I dove back in for the ending.
Looking at her nude form, I grinned. Long, sleek legs. Full, white breasts with pink nipples. Slightly parted pink lips revealing neat white teeth and the tip of her crimson tongue.
Closer now. Her hair disheveled, her pink pussy with silver pubic hair stuffed full of my white semen. Drip. Semen trickled down her ass cheek—lewd as hell.
I stripped fully and climbed over her. Kiss marks on her neck, collarbone, breasts. Leaning in, her scent hit me. Never tiring, always arousing.
I fondled her breast and kissed her lips.
"Mm... ngh."
Her sensitive body woke her instantly. Before memory loss, even more so—she'd sense me sneaking in like a ghost. Though sometimes she'd pretend to sleep.
"Darling... were you out?"
"Why?"
"Just a feeling..."
"I was in the living room briefly."
Yuria wrapped her arms around my shoulders, tilting her chin up and closing her eyes. Begging for a kiss.
Indulging her was fine, but mischief struck. I kissed her shoulder instead, lips trailing down to her armpit.
"Ah, t-tickles, darling. Hehe, hoot."
Teasing her nipple with fingers, I licked her armpit relentlessly. Her body smelled and tasted sweet everywhere. Yuria was my personal honey pot.
"Haaang... ahn."
Her moans grew sluttier. Her armpit, one of the erogenous zones I'd developed. Harder to find undeveloped ones now.
"Hehe... Darling, my womb's tingling... I want your cock. Give it to me, please?"
"Kuku. Can't refuse when you want it that bad."
Yuria spread her legs in an M, fingers parting her pussy wide.
"Yuria, I found a way to restore your memories..."
"Really? You did?!"
"I'll tell you later."
"Haaaaang!"
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"Hubby! Hubby! I heard healing camps are trending... You'll go with me, right?"
Mi-ryeong hugged me tight, fox ears perked, eyes sparkling. No urgent matters, so I nodded.
"Sure, why not."