Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Constellation Gallery EP.42
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I hurled the Grave of Ten Thousand Demons like a piercing stab.
The murderous energy stretched out like a spear, skewering the bastard's body.
"Keheuk!"
A massive hole formed where the sword had pierced through.
Blood spurted from his throat in an instant, staining his clothes red.
"Aigoo... Should've held back a bit. He might actually die."
I approached slowly.
"Don't die."
Low-grade Bio Recovery Potion summoned.
I grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open.
"Here, I'll make it painless."
I poured the potion in and pinched his mouth and nose shut.
The guy held out with eyes full of extreme anxiety.
But he couldn't endure the suffocation.
Gulp.
He couldn't hold back and swallowed the potion.
Only then did I release his nose and mouth.
"Don't worry. It's not poison—it's a recovery potion."
"Guaaahhh!!"
The guy writhed in agony from the recovery effect.
As he twisted and screamed, his wounds began to heal. Flesh piled on impossibly.
'Even the torn bits hurt like hell, but I can't even imagine how much pain this guy's in right now.'
The guy clawed at his own body, tears streaming down.
"Does it hurt?"
I chuckled lowly.
"It hurt for me too."
The Constellation Gallery grew even noisier.
I could understand the Constellations' confusion.
But I had my reasons for this.
I observed the guy's status.
As if he were some lab rat.
"Looks like a piercing wound like this can't be fully healed with just a low-grade potion."
I summoned another potion into my hand.
"Take one more."
Gulp.
"Guaaahhh!!"
His eyes rolled back.
His tongue curled, convulsions started.
"R-rather... r-rather kill... me...!"
Slap!
I slapped his cheek, and teeth went flying.
"Quiet. The kids are sleeping."
More than that, teeth from one slap?
Guess he really was a total civilian with zero toughness.
I'd have to learn to control my strength properly.
"Here, for your teeth."
I pulled out another potion.
"S-stop, please, please...! Just kill me!"
"Ask properly."
"J-just kill me, sir... Please..."
"Got it. Open your mouth."
This time, two potions.
Gulp gulp.
His Adam's apple bobbed nicely.
"Kuhuhuhuuk! Grurrrgh!"
I peered into the face of the guy on his knees and said,
"More than that, you sure hold out on fainting well? Begging to die but your survival instinct is off the charts?"
That superhuman mental fortitude comes from wanting to live.
"Or is that the Constellations' grace too?"
"Uh... uh..."
"Good. Keep enduring like that."
I stabbed his thigh with the Grave of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Gaaak!"
At the same time, I pulled out another potion.
"Fainting makes this pointless. The moment you faint, I'll kill you like you want—got it?"
At that instant, the guy's eyes completely shattered.
Fear. Terror. Despair.
The eyes of one who believed himself God's mouthpiece had any trace of divinity wiped clean.
I let out a smirk.
'Yeah. This is what I was after.'
Bio experiments, torture—all good.
But the real goal was sponsorships.
An investment inspired by the flood when I shot the gang boss's head at the mart.
'You fuckers... I was sweating thinking you'd let the potions go to waste.'
Recouped the investment and made about ten times back.
"Man, what now? Seems the Constellations want more healing. They're so kind-hearted? Can't stand seeing pain?"
Fed him another potion.
Them reacting instantly.
Practically telling me to use their potions too.
Meanwhile, the guy foamed at the mouth and fainted.
'Tch, the cash cow's busted...'
I poked around his body with the Grave of Ten Thousand Demons, but it wasn't faking.
Breathing, so not dead, but no twitch even from pain.
"Then, as promised, die."
The keen edge absorbing moonlight gleamed.
The final slash followed.
Shuk.
His head came off clean, but no blood gushed.
Death was surprisingly quiet.
Sring—
The Grave of Ten Thousand Demons rippled with light as always.
But it was different from usual.
A deeper, gloomier, more irrational melody in blue glow.
The blue aura swirled like a whirlwind before fading like a breeze.
"...?"
I looked down at the sword, tilting my head.
What was this? First time seeing a 'color' like that.
At that moment, the Constellation Gallery exploded.
My own reaction matched the OP's comment exactly.
'Did I really fall for that bastard's incitement?'
But there was no change in my skill window.
No matter how hard I looked, no skill called 'Incitement' anywhere.
'What bullshit. It's not there.'
Or maybe it was that type?
Like Tulip's flame resistance passive—not listed but usable naturally.
Could be a 'state I don't know about'.
But I realized that wasn't it soon enough.
Info I couldn't have known without the Constellation Gallery.
'The sword ate it?'
I looked down at the Grave of Ten Thousand Demons.
No sense of any change at all.
This otherworld was fucking unfriendly as hell.
But it was fine.
I had the Constellation Gallery.
'Well, not omnipotent, but.'
'Target-infection type, huh...'
If that's true, just slashing someone with the sword could crack their mindset.
Make them believe fabricated truths, reconstruct their emotions.
All without any persuasion process—as this cold corpse already showed.
The Grave of Ten Thousand Demons was no longer just a weapon.
'...Gonna have plenty of uses.'
I sheathed the sword again.
The tactile sense of murderous energy fading from my fingertips felt unusually light today.
The Constellation Gallery burned through the dawn.