Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Burning Perspective
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Parhel scanned the surroundings with a bewildered expression.
"No way, this can't be possible. Then why didn't you use it outside? There's no reason not to!"
What nonsense. Perspective isn't like sound or smell—concepts that regenerate when burned. Once perspective burns away in an area, it's gone forever.
Burn the perspective in a specific region, and it turns into a traffic accident hotspot.
I can't trash my precious Earth—the planet I have to live on—like that.
The key point? This isn't a place I have to live in for life.
"What are you doing? This clown's pulled out his ambitiously prepared joke. Don't kill the vibe—laugh already."
Someone went to all that effort. What kind of reaction is this?
"Shut up."
The undead atop the ramparts unleashed a volley of arrows at me. But not a single one came close.
In a world stripped of perspective, landing a shot on target is next to impossible. You can't gauge distance.
"Unless you've practiced a ton."
Like who? Like me.
I yanked an arrow from the ground and hurled it like a dart. With a sharp whistle, it smashed straight through one corpse's skull on the rampart.
I flashed a grin at Parhel, whose smug look had evaporated moments ago.
"Prepared your army? For you, I've readied the battlefield."
I stomped off and charged, thrusting my spear forward like a siege ram. Bone-shattering cracks rang out as the sturdy rampart crumbled and caved in.
"Haha! Come at me, all of you! No clue how much rotten meat you've stockpiled, but I hope it's plenty!"
Watching those crimson flesh lumps writhe, it felt just like stepping into an all-you-can-eat meat buffet.
If that lich was the restaurant owner, I was the pack of mukbang streamers crashing for a company banquet. One of us was dying today.
"Here—one more plate, please!"
I didn't climb the ramparts. They had numbers like a full legion; I was solo.
No point in "capturing" anything. No reason to crawl into that cramped killbox either.
The flesh lumps desperately loosed arrows and barrages of spells, but nearly every attack landed somewhere bizarre.
A few made it toward me, but the hundreds of blue trajectories I'd whipped up with my spear swings auto-blocked them.
"With this."
After chaining strikes, I sucked in a surge of ambient mana, then swung my spear wide.
A deep rumble echoed as one flank of the white-bone rampart collapsed, sending the flesh atop it tumbling down.
Mana gathered on the falling lumps. Parhel detonated them all. Exploding flesh sprayed blood, blotting out my view.
I shielded my face with an arm, blocking the incoming chunks and gore.
I hawked a glob of phlegm to the ground, planted my spear, and stood atop the ruined wall.
The battlefield blazed. But these weren't normal flames—they devoured what ordinary fire couldn't touch.
Perspective. Color. Direction sense.
On the field I commanded, the building blocks of a normal world crumbled one by one. Some would regenerate in time.
But everything I burned now? Irrecoverable.
"You're destroying the world."
Parhel glared at me from afar, eyes burning with murderous hate.
Her vision—along with every undead guarding the castle she'd piled up—was useless now. It had lost its function.
She wasn't even seeing me. Just aiming her gaze at where my life force pulsed.
"Yeah, destroying it. So what? It's not the real world anyway."
Once that bastard died, the whole erosion core would vanish.
"No being—no existence—can be allowed such power. Especially not some mortal swinging it on a whim."
"Oh my, anyone hearing you would think a holy angel dropped in, not a lich."
Not the kind of line for a reanimated corpse. Parhel irritably flicked her hand, and corpses surged toward me like a tidal wave.
Couldn't gauge distance? Fine—saturate the zone.
At the same instant, a cacophony of destructive dissonance erupted from the massive organ. The oncoming corpse wave boiled in response to its vibrations.
"Lich or whatever—you're a threat to all creation by existing. I'll eliminate you here, no matter what it takes."
"Hah, so now I'm the villain?"
Then I'd play the part. I hurled myself straight into the crashing corpse wave.
The massive surge that should've swept me away detonated instead, blasting skyward.
Flesh, bone, and blood rained down like vile precipitation. I charged through the disgusting downpour, black flames cloaking me, straight for Parhel.
"What you can do now—what you'll be able to do—it's intolerable. Unbearable by anyone!"
Magic circles bloomed, summoning bone greatswords—thirty meters long at least—that plummeted from the sky.
"No—these aren't greatswords. That's buildings crashing down."
The bastard was pushing too hard. The organ's melody hurtled toward a frenzied peak, the rhythm pounding like a KANGKANG dance track.
"Damn, what a pain."
The falling blades packed serious weight. You had to account for the shockwaves on impact, or you'd get hurt. And there were tons of them.
I leaped back to dodge a greatsword, landing with a metallic screech and sparks from my boot soles scraping stone.
Mana flooded the embedded blades.
"They explode too?"
I whipped my spear in a frenzy, realizing what was coming. Explosions shattered them into countless jagged shards that swept the heavens.
My flaming spear batted away the fragments hurtling my way.
"You blocked all of them? Impossible. What the hell are you?"
"An awesome clown. Want a circus act?"
I muttered that, eyeing the corpse knights charging with swords drawn.
"Alright—watch me erase those corpses."
I swung my spear hard, smashing the ground-stuck greatsword shards. The flying debris slammed into the knights, paradox flames blazing black on every edge.
The hellfire devoured their bodies in seconds, incinerating the grudges that animated them.
"Think I'd let you?!"
The corpses burst apart. But the paradox flames clinging to the flying gore didn't extinguish—they spread.
"If anything, it'll burn wider."
"Doesn't matter."
Parhel retreated until her back hit the rear wall, then drew a deep breath.
"You're stripping meaning from everything while leaving it intact."
Muscles exist, but no strength. Air quivers, but no sound. Brain's fine, but no memories.
"Fulfill the condition, but no payoff after. Actually—no, that's not even it."
"A long-lived lich mage, huh? You get the gist, at least vaguely."
Car hits the Gyeongbu Expressway from Seoul to Busan. Busan's intact? It arrives.
But a nuke wipes Busan? Rode the highway all you want—you ain't getting there.
Busan's already gone. How do you reach a vanished city?
That's paradox flame in a nutshell.
"No wonder that shriveled-up banshee got her soul snatched trying to eat mine—she never stood a chance against this freakshow!"
Parhel rocketed skyward in a flash, weaving magic circles midair. I leaped after her, hot on her tail.
"We'll devour your world, shatter it. Your idiot mortals might hail you as their end-times savior! But no—you're no salvation."
Parhel flipped midair and thrust a hand at me. Hundreds of bone shards flew to rip me apart.
"Worse than us. We bring apocalypse for the future. You? Nothing left in your flames' wake."
I landed back on the ground amid her bombardment. Dodging assaults, I pulverized clinging corpses and kept chasing Parhel.
"Looking scared."
"Terrified. Creepy as hell. Revolting. Makes me want to puke!"
Cracks spiderwebbed across Parhel's face—cost of maxing her mana. The lich was casting in near-mad frenzy now.
A colossal magic circle formed high overhead.
A massive meteor erupted from it, blazing green as it plunged. Thick sulfur stench stabbed my nose.
"This'll hurt you too, y'know?"
That rock wasn't tuned to kill just me.
"Let's die together right here. Best for us—and your damn world!"
Talk about harsh. Dying's a "help"? Nobody's okay hearing that.
Effort's cute, though. Pointless. I flung the still-embedded greatsword shards at the plummeting meteor.
Paradox flames stabbed deep. Size-wise? Like a thorn in an elephant's toe.
But the blaze spreading from that tiny prick? That's what mattered.
"Just like with Sung-hun."
Flame speed meant I couldn't fully nullify the impact, though.
"Die."
Parhel crossed her hands, confirming the black flames. Extra magic circles layered onto the meteor.
Its runes detonated in chain blasts, accelerating the fall.
Now it was a goddamn missile disguised as a rock.
"Aigoo."
Already tough to cancel fully—now with acceleration?
Even burning impact with paradox flame, I'd brace for a mushroom cloud.
Fine—crash away. Fresh cracks spread across Parhel's face, chunks chipping off to reveal the withered mummy beneath.
"Hey, redo your makeup."
People'd freak seeing that mug.
"I'll kill you for sure here. Don't even think of tricks."
She muttered brokenly, like shattering glass. The meteor's runes glowed fiercer.
"Urgh."
The massive organ unleashed sonic waves that crushed everything in range. Legs buckled under the pressure.
She'd even sacrificed her undead buffs. Every corpse but me pulped into bloody paste.
She was dead-set on no escape. The little-girl disguise fully shattered, exposing the shriveled mummy wailing within.
A sharp crack, and something streaked through the air to slam into Parhel's forehead.