Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: The True Hero Emerges
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“I said, don’t do this.”
The executioner whispered in a troubled voice.
Executing someone was his job, but this time, he didn’t want to do it even if it killed him.
It was because the one with their head in the guillotine was none other than Darian.
Adrian’s hero. The center of the gallery’s bait.
If he killed him, the executioner’s own life could vanish at any moment.
“Hurry up and do it! What are you waiting for?”
One of the bishops shouted roughly then.
If he carried it out, he’d be socially dead.
If he didn’t, he’d die immediately for disobeying orders.
Caught in this rock-and-a-hard-place dilemma, the executioner trembled.
That was when a calm voice rang out.
“It’s fine. Proceed.”
It was Darian speaking.
That was no line for someone with their head in the guillotine.
“Pardon? But...”
“I won’t die. Have faith.”
Faith in whom? Judak?
To the executioner, he was a hero, but also a fanatic.
Judak was great, but in the end, just a mortal.
It was obvious he’d die, and the executioner wanted to scream at him to snap out of it.
“Start it!!”
At the bishop’s urging, veins bulging in his neck, the executioner squeezed his eyes shut.
“Don’t hate me for this.”
He was someone’s father, after all.
And in that instant, he pulled the rope.
The guillotine’s sharp blade fell.
The moment it touched Darian’s neck.
*BOOM!!!*
Light exploded from Darian’s body.
The light instantly oxidized the guillotine blade and shot up into the sky.
“Wh-what...”
Faced with this impossible sight, the executioner gaped and toppled backward.
“...N-no way.”
“...What am I even seeing?”
It was a pillar of light—a pillar made of pure light.
While everyone was too shocked to move, the pillar of light gradually faded, and someone stepped out.
Darian, gripping a holy sword radiating brilliant light.
“H-Hero...”
This was no fake hero.
Anyone could see it—he was the hero incarnate.
As the executioner trembled in fear, Darian spoke in the same calm voice as before.
“I understand your actions.”
“Sob... ugh...”
“Have faith.”
Even though he’d tried to kill him, Darian understood and forgave his situation.
To the executioner, he no longer saw a boy lost in fanaticism.
Kneeling before the sacred hero, he bowed his head.
“I have faith...!”
That was when.
“Th-this can’t be!”
From below, a bishop screamed in shock.
“A hero? No way it’s a real hero! Impossible! There’s no such thing in this world!”
He was a bishop.
But he didn’t believe in God.
He was just an opportunist who’d joined the church for a taste of power.
And yet, a hero?
The moment he flailed in shock after witnessing the hero before his eyes.
“Heretic. You still won’t believe after seeing it yourself?”
Darian grabbed the bishop’s bald head.
With his other hand gripping the sword, he aimed precisely at the bishop’s neck and said,
“God exists.”
“U-uaaa...”
The sharp blade touched his neck.
As the bishop teared up in fear of death, Darian whispered in his ear.
“Believe in Lord Judak.”
*Slash!*
With those words, one of the church’s three bishops lost his head to the floor.
Darian raised the head to the sky and shouted,
“Glory to Judak!”
[Sharing locations with each other.]
[You receive a portion of the abilities from the holy sword, property of ‘Judak.’]
Ecstasy filled Darian’s face.
*
[Title: Holy shit, a real hero?]
(Pic of the light pillar shooting into the sky)
(Pic of one of the three bishops getting his head chopped off)
I’ll never doubt again lol;
Please forgive me
[Recommendations 9999+] [Disrecommendations 0]
- Oh yeah, I believed all along
- Hero cuts the bishop’s head clean off
- Hero, world’s best barber
ㄴ Holy shit look at these guys flip instantly lmao
Darian survived and awakened his powers.
“Nice!”
Things seemed to be going well.
[Sharing locations with each other.]
[Sharing a portion of the holy sword’s abilities with the target.]
*Only possible while in gallery leader designation state.
*Abilities can be reclaimed at any time.
[Select the ability for the current ‘gallery leader.’]
“Not nice!”
I thought it was just like sharing Wi-Fi or GPS, so I wouldn’t have designated it.
But now my location—unknown to anyone—was exposed.
Sure, I was in the bunker right now, but without a way out, getting trapped would be game over.
“Is this for real?”
A message appeared asking to select Darian’s ability.
But I had no time to worry about that.
I hadn’t expected my location to get leaked like this.
They could already pinpoint me from meeting Darian in Kelliarton, but now full sharing?
[Invited ‘Darian.’]
Judak*: Dude wtf;
In my panic, I messaged Darian.
“Aah...”
Then, in the gallery feed, Darian suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed his head.
- Why’s he kneeling out of nowhere?
ㄴ Looks like he got a divine oracle or something
ㄴ But didn’t Judak appoint him?
ㄴ ㅅㅂ Is Judak a god then?
ㄴ Shut up idiot, read the room and kneel first
Seeing that, nearby soldiers glanced around, set down their weapons, and knelt in unison.
Darian: Ahh, O God, speak your words
Judak*: ㅅㅂ What’s wrong with you
Judak*: Get up first;
Then suddenly Darian slammed his forehead to the ground.
He raised both hands to the sky and shouted,
“How dare I! Please speak freely.”
Judak*: ㅅㅂ
No way could someone be this fanatically devoted to another person?
“You doing this on purpose to mess with me?”
Was he pretending now that he knew my location?
Sensing my intent, Darian sent me something.
[Scroll Infused with Life]
This scroll contains a life force.
If torn, the caster dies instantly.
Caster: Darian
Darian: If it’s about your dwelling, worry not. I humbly understand it’s not yet time.
Darian: I prove it with my life—please accept my faith!!!
Darian: (Praise the hero cat)
Judak*: No ㅅㅂ why this
Judak*: Save your life you madman
Darian: (You spared me! Hero cat)
Darian: (Teary-eyed hero cat)
Judak*: ㅅㅂ
“No, this is dizzying.”
It was like with the Jutak Worshippers last time.
Did these cultists have a disease where they’d die if they didn’t offer me their lives?
I immediately sent the scroll back and messaged him.
“I get that you believe in me, but...”
The problem was it wasn’t trust between people—it was faith between god and believer.
Judak*: Why do you trust me so much?
Darian: When I had lost everything, only God gave me food and clothes!
“No, just that one tuna can?”
Anyone collapsing like that, you’d give it to them, right?
Especially if you had overflowing tuna cans like me.
All that for one can, and now he’s fanatically devoted even to the point of suicide?
But those words hit a landmine, and Darian ranted back explaining.
Darian: I’m not a black-haired beast!
Darian: I know gratitude and warmth
Darian: To God, it was merely a tuna can, but to me, it was the whole world
Darian: The moment I accepted the tuna can, I vowed my soul!!!
Darian: Judak is God!!!!!
Judak*: ㅅㅂ
“Any more talk and my head’ll explode first.”
From our brief chat, I realized.
Darian was dead serious.
If I told him to off himself, he’d do it without a second’s hesitation—a total lunatic.
And the problems weren’t over.
Remnants still lingered.
[Title: Lmao these guys ㅋㅋㅋ]
(Pic of them holing up in the cathedral basement)
There was a place like that?
When shit hits the fan, they all rush down to hole up—ridiculous ㅅㅂ lmao
[Recommendations 6621] [Disrecommendations 12]
- Driving me crazy lmao
- (Chest swells with pride elf con)
- -in-
ㄴ Original is –elf– you pointy-ears;
ㄴ Cats who’d be extinct without Judak
ㄴ ㅗㅗ Do they think they’re any different?
In the cathedral’s hierarchy, almost all the powerholders were wiped out.
But roots remained.
The moment the light pillar shot up, they’d led troops straight into the cathedral basement.
“But why?”
First thought was confusion.
Holing up was pointless.
The main food source in this isekai was the market.
If I shut the market, they’d have no supplies, food, or justification to hold out.
- Lmao ㅋㅋㅋㅋ What’re you idiots doing down there?
- Ancestors gonna provide food?
- Wow, went to the cathedral 10 years and never knew that place existed;
Gallery reactions were similar.
That was when I noticed no bishops among the holdouts.
“Trying to escape through a back path?”
Hidden space in the facility?
One hundred percent rat hole.
But resistance was fiercer than expected.
[Title: ㅅㅂ Playing dirty like a game]
(Pic of pouring oil on the floor and spraying fire)
(Pic of mages relentlessly adding heat to the flames)
ㅅㅂ They’ll run out of steam anyway
- Ugh church bastards
- Bad manners to the end lmao
But the issue was they were holding strong.
As if anticipating this, they’d sealed the basement entrance with fire magic.
With thick smoke and heat, even knights couldn’t breach it and could only watch.
“Gotta call Paddak.”
Of course, summoning Soonjukhup or Pellisi would end it.
But distance meant it’d take some time.
Just as I was about to message Paddak without delay—
- ???
- What’s the hero doing now?
- (Head-tilt elf con)
Before flames that would swallow knights whole, Darian approached.
Ignoring the searing heat that’d cook flesh, he suddenly knelt and looked up at the system.
“What’s he doing?”
About to pause chat and watch his odd behavior.
A message from Darian arrived.
Darian: Lord Judak
Darian: Grant me the strength to overcome this trial
Judak*: ???
He was straight-up praying to me for power.
“No, how?”
But I wasn’t a god.
Just your average gallery troll.
Before I could explain, prayer done, Darian stood.
- Wh-what’s hero doing?
- Madman stop!!!
“Could it be?”
An ominous hunch hit.
Darian threw himself into the flames.