Chapter 142
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: How to Kill a God.
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The Silver Age, when human civilization flourished.
At that time, it was witches and priests who dominated the world much like players do today.
But the true rulers over them were something else entirely—gods who had descended to earth, known as Avatara.
No matter how arrogant a human might be, they had to learn humility in the face of an Avatara.
These beings possessed miracles inherently impossible for humans, befitting their divine stature.
Tch, no wonder things felt off even when facing that punk Eugene...
That was why, at this very moment,
Rimon had sent everyone else back and was locked in a fierce one-on-one battle.
Whether it was the power of his unique skill
or some other force,
facing Bellos now, who had become an Avatara and attained divinity, would mean even Infinite Monarch Lee Cheongi could die in an instant if he slipped up.
The fact that he had already broken free from the constraints of Rule of Law and was moving freely made it clear.
Not just some immortal, but an Avatara's immortality. What a headache.
He slipped into his guard like sliding on ice and severed his neck.
Dodging the swung hammer from the headless body by arching his back, he spun like a top and sliced off a leg.
Then, as he swung his scythe-like strike at the nape of the neck while blocking the pulled-back hammer by twisting his sword behind him—
Bam!
The severed heel flew in and smashed into Rimon's side.
He stabbed his sword into the floor to halt his body as it flew from the impact.
Right then, the hammer that had been waiting came flying; Rimon deflected it with his sword and grimaced at the throbbing pain in his side.
What the hell?
He had clearly blocked the heel and dodged the hammer.
But in the end, blocking the hammer had thrown off his balance, leaving his body fully exposed to the heel.
Still, Rimon didn't panic.
He just clicked his tongue lightly and swung his sword.
Bellos twisted only his shoulder to evade, then Rimon angled the blade obliquely, peeling the armor and arm muscles clean from the bone like potato skin.
He stomped firmly on the chunked-off muscles to prevent the arm from regenerating, and as he moved to dismantle the remaining limbs—
Clang!
Rimon blocked the very first hammer swing with his sword without cutting anything and was pushed back slidingly.
...This bastard.
Rimon narrowed his eyes.
The hammer he had dodged and the arm he had sliced—
Somehow, the situation had flipped so that he had blocked the hammer instead of evading it.
As if everything he had just done had been undone.
And Rimon, a veteran of countless battles, had already figured out the cause of this bizarre phenomenon that had happened twice now.
"Time reversal... no, causality distortion?"
Whoosh!
The hammer swung in response instead of words.
Rather than barely dodging it, Rimon deliberately stepped back and muttered softly.
"Either way, since it can keep up with my sword, it must be an Avatara of a war or battle deity."
Not all Avatara were omnipotent.
Depending on the god, they might wield divinity over growing crops, controlling weather, or dominating souls.
The tricky part was that Bellos now held a battle-related divinity.
Damn it, if it were a sword god, I'd just crush it with sword reasoning.
As a Sword Master, Rimon could predict all of Bellos's movements.
But if Bellos shattered the causality of the past whenever needed, predicting future movements meant nothing.
A sword that hit would miss.
A killed foe would survive.
A dodged attack would land.
This power to alter even past causality to create desired reality was a true divine miracle, interfering with the laws of the world itself.
And the miracle Bellos wielded wasn't just that.
Growing stronger every time I kill it? Have I ever seen a god as worm-like as this?
Every neck severed made the body tougher; every heart crushed made movements faster.
It was a vile power that screamed, "If I don't die, I'll win eventually," too base to even call a miracle.
That made it all the more oppressively tricky against Rimon.
With causality distortion, suppression won't work. The longer it drags, the worse it gets, so I have no choice but to sever its divinity in one go...
Of course, he was Rimon Asfelder.
Humanity's Last Sword Master, who had even slain demon gods, and he knew well how to kill gods.
The problem was just one thing.
The aftermath after killing Bellos.
Gods never die cleanly, do they?
Gods tied to the world's laws cause massive ripples upon death.
Depending on their divinity, that death alone could trigger earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts, or volcanic eruptions.
Of course, Bellos was an Avatara, and not even a complete one, so the aftermath would be lesser than a true god.
That was why Rimon gauged it.
How much fallout killing Bellos here would cause.
...Killing this bastard here would blow away half the capital region?
Facing this sacred pile of shit that could kill millions if mishandled, Rimon inwardly clicked his tongue.
And he racked his brain furiously on how to dispose of this crap safely.
[...What the hell is going on here?]
"Beats me. That's what I'd like to know."
While Rimon was agonizing over how to deal with Bellos,
Yuna Kyung, who had arrived in the lobby late, tilted her head alongside Li Chingwei.
She could chalk up the lobby turning into a maze as some skill effect.
But Bellos, who had fled pathetically, now rampaging wildly—and Rimon handling him alone—was unexpected in every way.
"I apologize for what we've done to your hotel, Princess."
"Don't worry about it. This wasn't an opponent you could fight while minding the facilities."
Youin approached belatedly and bowed politely.
Li Chingwei asked him calmly.
"More importantly, could you explain the situation?"
What had happened in the meantime.
Youin gave a concise, point-by-point explanation of the lobby events to the very curious Li Chingwei.
[A god? That's an Avatara?]
"That's what Sword Duke said."
Yuna Kyung was especially shocked to hear Bellos had suddenly become an Avatara.
In this player-dominated era,
Avatara were that rare.
Especially since the vessel wasn't a devout priest but a Liberation Brigade remnant, a heinous criminal.
"...So his armor suddenly changed?"
"Probably the result of using some skill with a former comrade as sacrifice."
"Is that it?"
In contrast, Li Chingwei didn't care at all that Bellos had become an Avatara.
She just gave a strange look at Bellos's armor, now markedly different from when fighting below.
Sacred Spirit Gear isn't something you suddenly empower with skills or sacrifices.
She muttered inwardly without showing it.
If not skills or sacrifices, how had Bellos strengthened his Sacred Spirit Gear enough to accept that immense power—
Or rather, survive such reckless empowerment.
If something enabled that...
[Huh?]
As Li Chingwei gazed intently at Bellos,
Yuna Kyung blinked.
Her nape itched, as if someone was watching her.
Glancing around briefly,
Distracted by the flashy Rimon-Bellos fight, she hadn't noticed before—but now she spotted it and her eyes nearly popped out.
[Ack! Team Leader's friend?!]
Yuna Kyung freaked out seeing Eugene,
heart ripped out by Bellos, kneeling in near-corpse state, abandoned.
She unwittingly hopped from Li Chingwei's arms.
Rolling over to Eugene, she grabbed her knee with a wing, shook it, and spoke.
[Friend! No, Sister Eugene! Snap out of it. You can't lose consciousness now!]
Perhaps due to the emergency,
Yuna Kyung openly used Flame Speech.
But even seeing the sudden talking chick, Eugene didn't startle or panic.
She just wore a faint smile and moved her lips.
[Hello? This isn't the time for casual greetings?!]
[I know I talk well!]
[Don't speak anymore. No, wait—keep talking. Gotta maintain consciousness first...]
[...Huh? What did you say?]
[Wait, what do you mean?]
As Yuna Kyung conversed via Flame Speech with lip-moving Eugene,
Li Chingwei, finally shifting her gaze from Bellos, approached.
"You know her?"
[She's Team Leader's friend from recently. But why is she here...!]
"Sword Duke's friend? Her?"
Li Chingwei looked surprised.
Unlike Yuna Kyung, who hadn't grasped the full picture due to familiarity, she knew who Eugene was.
How had this berserker—the craziest in the Liberation Brigade—become friends with Rimon?
Gazing at Eugene inscrutably, Li Chingwei asked calmly.
"So, what did she say?"
[Uh, well...]
Yuna Kyung stammered momentarily.
Making a face unsure how convincing it'd sound, she relayed Eugene's words.
[She's talking about a violin?]
The Violin of Profound Darkness—that damned thing is his weakness.
Coincidence or inevitability?
As Li Chingwei heard about the violin from Yuna Kyung,
Rimon reached a similar conclusion.
It wasn't just because Bellos clutched the violin in one hand while swinging the hammer.
He had discerned that the violin's self-playing melody resonated with Bellos's divinity—precisely, the constellation powering it.
That Violin of Profound Darkness had melted the starlight fragments in Rimon's body, after all.
So influencing constellation power in another's body wasn't strange.
If I can somehow stop it or pry it loose somehow...
One problem.
Knowing the weakness didn't mean he could exploit it.
Damn it, even when killed, he won't let that go.
Whether slicing arms or snatching the violin,
Bellos distorted causality each time, undoing everything and counterattacking—Rimon furrowed his brow watching.
With that causality distortion miracle, weaknesses were meaningless anyway.
Even dragging him to the deep sea forcibly was impossible because of that accursed miracle.
No helping it, then.
That was why.
Rimon conceived his final resort.
I'll sever even the laws connecting to his divinity.
If any priest or witch knew Rimon's thought, they'd all say the same.
What mad idea is that?
It was like slicing a boat on a lake, causing ripples—so to stop it, blowing up the entire lake.
Rimon knew how absurd a gamble it was.
Even he, over centuries old, had attempted such recklessness only once.
And even succeeding, he'd nearly died absorbing all the backlash himself.
But he didn't hesitate.
This was the only way to kill Bellos without fallout, and he was confident of success.
He was Rimon Asfelder.
Humanity's Last Sword Master, who had overcome such trials many times.
Thus, as Rimon resolved and gripped his sword two-handed—
Clang!
"...Huh?"