Chapter 89 30. Obelisk of Origin
The Obelisk of Origin
Episode 89
After calming the sobbing Tirpe, I hoisted her onto my back without much thought.
Her pregnant belly made it slightly awkward, but—
『Fallen Angel mothers are far sturdier than humans, so carrying her poses no issue.』
Well, if that's the case, I'll just carry her then.
Her ashen hair was so long that it spilled over her buttocks and even tickled my thighs. Her braless chest pressed softly against my back, its pliant weight shifting with each step.
Not to mention, I took full advantage of the opportunity to knead her firm thighs and round backside, clad in sheer stockings. I even tugged lightly at the g-string peeking from the slit in her hip and let it snap back.
"Hng..."
Truly, nothing worked better to stir and then soothe my mood than the body of a beautiful woman.
But the fact remained—we had to return to Earth soon.
And no amount of lust could smother the unease creeping out from beneath it.
Would we really make it back safely?
The Outer Dimension was fraught with uncertainties, and the weight of them pressed heavily on me.
Still, we had no choice but to go.
Staying here and becoming Wanderers would be far worse.
[......]
We passed through the cave where Maltaira and I had lived for some time. The floor was littered with utensils, spellbooks, martial arts manuals, and scrolls of sorcery—a far cry from the barren cave where she had first been.
[Just... leave it....]
Well, if she said so, I walked past without tidying up.
[The days I spent with you... were special to me.]
I hoped the memories we'd shared with this Wanderer had brought her some solace.
[Let's... go.]
With Maltaira leading the way, we stepped out of the cave that had been our shelter.
Above us stretched the endless gray expanse of the Outer Dimension, its shifting backdrop like a hole torn through reality. It was time to escape this godforsaken place.
* * *
As we traversed the Outer Dimension, Tirpe suddenly twitched in my arms.
"......."
Her eyelids fluttered open, the lingering haze of sleep making it hard for her to focus. But when she realized she was being carried, she stiffened and mumbled in confusion.
"Where...?"
"We're heading to the Obelisk of Origin."
The distant floating landmasses shrouded in mist, the blurred sky streaked with shifting colors—
"The Obelisk of Origin..."
Tirpe stared blankly at the surreal landscape of the Outer Dimension.
"We have to go back to Earth. You know we still need to enter the Tower, right?"
"...Y-yes, but."
"Let's go, Maltaira."
[That's... right.]
I glanced back at Maltaira, who didn't so much as turn her head.
Between the strands of her long, trailing hair, the plump curve of her bare backside peeked out. I briefly considered giving it a playful smack but thought better of it—no need to provoke her temper.
'The Obelisk of Origin...'
The reason I had been pestering Wanderers about its location was simple:
They instinctively despised the Obelisk of Origin, an ancient relic of the Outer Dimension.
No matter where they were, there was always a direction they refused to go.
And that direction always led to the Obelisk of Origin—an enigma that had existed in the Outer Dimension since time immemorial.
But why did Wanderers hate it?
Because the Obelisk revealed the origin of those who drew near.
Wanderers were the lost.
They feared remembering what they once were.
Yet, it was precisely by facing that fear that the Obelisk served as a sanctuary of awakening—a place to grow stronger.
'Which means powerful Wanderers will be drawn there...'
A dangerous prospect, but for weaklings like us, it was the only way home.
For those who still had a place to return to, the Obelisk opened a portal back.
And if we failed to reach it—
'We're screwed. Completely.'
If that happened, as a Wanderer—
'I'd just knock up Erkwi, Maltaira, and every other Wanderer in sight, then tear the Tower apart. Fuck it.'
Shaking off the absurd (and slightly corrupted) thought, I kept walking.
Then, we encountered them.
[Who... are... you...?]
[Humans...?]
From the mist-choked earth, stirred by violent storms, blurred figures emerged. Their faint, flickering gazes seemed on the verge of extinguishing.
Three Wanderers.
One of them stepped forward, blocking our path.
[Humans... good... prey...]
Their diluted eyes twisted into something sinister.
Suddenly—
[......]
Maltaira lifted her head.
Her smooth, featureless face rippled with change.
[Disappear....]
For an instant, pale eyelids—like those of a cold beauty—flickered into existence before vanishing again.
Crack—
A sound like shattering glass split the air.
The frozen Wanderers turned translucent, crumbling from their feet upward like scattered beads of frost. In moments, all three had dissolved into nothingness.
"...Hey. The other two were innocent—"
Then, a pair of frigid, merciless eyes turned toward me.
"...Not innocent at all—blocking our path like that. Truly rotten bastards. You did well."
[That's...right.]
Maltaira gave a small nod, seemingly in a better mood now.
Fuck. I'm too terrified to even speak...
Still, Maltaira hadn't undone the Tortoise Shell Binding Art I'd trapped her in. Her Affection Level was...
『Maltaira's Affection Level: 89 / 100』
「Sensuality Points - Park Si-hyun's gaze, touch, Tortoise Shell Binding Art」
「Disposition - Extreme Depravity Sadism (S)」
「Preferences - Park Si-hyun」
「Sexual Fantasies - None」
「Arousal Level - 66%」
「Conquest Hint - Wait until she develops female reproductive organs. She will come to you on her own.
However, you must handle the danger of that moment yourself.」
No way to jump straight into forcio (womb) sex and seal the deal—this was nothing but an ominous warning.
"Now, put her down."
"Ah... yes..."
I lowered Tirpe, whom I'd been carrying all this time. Though she briefly wore a disappointed expression, she quickly composed herself, aware that carelessness wasn't an option in the Outer Dimension.
From then on, wanderers occasionally emerged from the mist.
Maltaira must have been quite formidable even among wanderers, as some of them flinched and avoided her on sight.
But there were also those reckless enough to charge at us.
『Maltaira uses her ability 「Stasis」.』
『Maltaira activates the skill 「Eternal Bitter Cold」.』
Their bodies and souls froze in place, their very existence erased from the world.
What would it feel like—endless cold slowing your consciousness, leaving you in perpetual torment?
I didn't even want to imagine. As someone who despised the cold, the mere thought made me shudder.
With Maltaira's assistance, our perilous journey through the Outer Dimension progressed far more smoothly than expected.
『Maltaira 「stops」 the 「Distortion of Dimensions」.』
Even the spatial distortions that could have flung us who-knows-where were halted before they could reach us.
Tirpe, wary of Maltaira's overwhelming power, hesitantly asked:
"M-Maltaira... why... why are you helping us like this...?"
It was only natural to wonder why such a powerful being would aid us so willingly.
Maltaira, walking ahead, didn't answer immediately. Only when the eerie mist of the Outer Dimension brushed past us again and again did she finally speak.
[...Because... we are... friends.]
Her voice was calm, almost detached. Then, she glanced back at us with just her gaze.
[...Or... are we not?]
I relaxed my lips into a faint smile.
Tirpe stiffened in surprise before letting out a faint smile of her own.
"Yeah. We're close friends. We've even shared a meal together."
Tirpe nodded silently, then looked at Maltaira. Unlike with humans, she seemed to have lowered her guard around this sincere wanderer.
"Thank you, Maltaira."
Only then did Maltaira turn her head forward again. The frost-like shimmer of her hair swayed behind her.
[Then... that's enough...]
It didn't quite suit her to speak so grandly while still bound by the Tortoise Shell Binding, but I decided to let it slide.
At the very least, this was an affection I never could have imagined in this treacherous Outer Dimension.
We continued following Maltaira.
She led us unwaveringly through perilous slopes where space itself had been frozen in place.
Gradually, something began to loom in the distance.
Wooong—
A tower, the most vivid presence in this blurred world.
[...We've... arrived...]
A monument erected as if to honor some great being.
Bit by bit, its form emerged from the mist.
Only then did I realize its surface was covered in arcane patterns—high-dimensional sigils even my 「Read」 skill couldn't decipher.
[This is... the Obelisk of Origin.]
By the time the vast floor, previously obscured by mist, came into view—
The shimmering fog gathered toward the center of the tower before dispersing outward like an exhale.
『Obelisk of Origin』
A structure that restores the origins of others, though none know what those origins truly are.
Had the Republic of Korea itself become a tower, would it have been this massive?
Tirpe and I were overwhelmed by its sheer scale. Even the mystical aura radiating from it felt utterly alien to us.
Maltaira, her glowing eyes slightly narrowed, stepped onto the edge of the vast altar. The shimmering mist seemed to repel her, yet she pressed forward.
"......"
With our small frames, it was impossible to gauge how long it would take to reach that colossal obelisk.
This felt like a structure built by giants as vast as the cosmos itself.
The very air was saturated with 「mystery」, far exceeding the limits of my 「Read」 skill.
Giving up on comprehension, I could only mutter blankly:
"What... is this place...?"
A monument more enigmatic than the Tower that had appeared in Seoul.
All I could do was stare, dumbfounded, at the obelisk stretching beyond the heavens.