ALL NOVEL Chapter 61
Whoosh!
I sprint, surrendering to instinct. Ouch!
The pain from training still lingers throughout my body.
But it doesn’t matter.
Finally, the author has thrown the stone.
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[Supporting Role Quest]
[Main Event ???]
[Mission Object: Prevent Yeriel’s Tarchangel transformation – 13 minutes 37 seconds]
[Mission Object 2: Prove that you are no longer a supporting role]
[Reward: ‘Lev Denec’s’ general trait ‘Supporting Role’ will be deleted, Anonymous feedback (real-time) will not occur]
[Remaining Time: 13 minutes 37 seconds]
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Could it be that Caeran is being restrained?
According to the reward details, if I can endure this author’s intervention, he seems to be indicating that he will no longer interfere with me.
Even so, the game’s difficulty is already at hellish+@, and because of my existence, the story has twisted slightly.
Anyway, the last quest the author threw at me is…
‘Prevent Yeriel’s Tarchangel transformation.’
According to fanfic, the moment when Yeriel is forcibly transformed into a Tarchangel isn’t supposed to happen until Chapter 3, not Chapter 2.
After the first semester in the Academy ends, during the vacation, Yeriel misunderstands seeing Aria and Edwin together and decides to have some time alone.
At that moment, a Tarchangel approaches, trying to forcibly stir her heart and corrupt her.
It was also a foreshadowing, indicating that realizing her true feelings would be the condition for her corruption.
And this was pushed forward through the floating MacGuffin character, ‘Umberto.’
Time remaining… already 13 minutes…
Currently, the difficulty of this quest can be categorized as extreme among extremes.
The reason is simple.
Aside from the situation after Yeriel becomes a Tarchangel, there’s no time left.
Right here, in the Hall of Struggle, the distance to the Sellafi Black House stuck in the corner is over 40 minutes even using the express Circulation Train.
Waiting for the train, especially on a day like today with crowds, there’s no chance at all.
Asking for help from others is no good either.
Most of the academy staff would be near the rankings match due to the heavy workload.
Even if I grab someone and shout,
‘Something will happen at the Black House!’
there’s not enough time to persuade them, nor do I have any myself.
“So this is how we’re going to settle it?”
If my guess is right, seeing the vague limit of 19 minutes he set, that guy might have poured all his intervention rights or abilities into this.
If he really wanted to mess with me, wouldn’t it have been enough to set it to 1 minute or even 1 second?
So this was his limit.
Even if it’s 19 minutes, the difficulty is still insane…
“If I reach the ending, you’re the first one I’ll find.”
.
.
.
I didn’t need to ponder about how to overcome this predicament.
The answer was close by for someone like me.
Dada-dat!
The place I rushed to was the Evolution Chamber.
“There’s still time!”
Sinatis.
The wind monster, Sinatis.
She was yawning as she pulled down the chamber’s shutter.
“Professor!”
??, ??, ?!
With a blank expression, she was having a motion sickness upon seeing me.
After taking a few deep breaths, I grabbed Sinatis’s hands and pleaded.
“Please give me a ride!”
*
Tick.
At the Sellafi Black House, drops of water fell one by one from the ceiling of the basement.
Tick.
Like these precariously falling drops,
Tremble…
a pure white woman was trembling, bound as if she would break apart.
“So naive, so carefree.”
“…”
“Did you learn it’s okay to bring strange men home? Or did you learn it’s not okay?”
“…!”
The war hero, shaman, Umberto, is not here.
He is already dead.
And wearing his skin is a demon who has become a Tarchangel at the summons of Belial.
Tobiel.
Once a capable angel, he didn’t receive much attention as he was just an angel.
But he drew a clear conclusion for himself.
That is,
To deceive humans,
Lure them out,
Extract their vile desires,
And grow using that as a driving force.
Is there really such an easy way to grow stronger?
Since he mastered the endless human longing for power, he hesitated not and chose the path of corruption.
And finally, he found her.
A girl who, despite being human, possessed the qualities of a Tarchangel.
“It’s alright. I’ve been watching you carefully for a long time.”
“……”
Despite his sticky and unpleasant words, Yeriel could not retort.
Her arms and legs weren’t the only things bound.
With her brows furrowed and her eyes closed, Tobiel whispered into her ear.
“Alright, let’s just stay quiet like that?”
Snap!
As he snapped his fingers,
Pop!
“!!”
Yeriel’s vision was cut off, as if it had blacked out.
But she remained calmer than one might think.
This was just the demon’s illusion magic to scare her.
So, let’s stay calm. There must be a chance; she didn’t lose hope.
And Tobiel, watching this scene quietly, wore a chilling grin.
What’s the easiest way to draw out human nature?
Fear of death?
That’s half right, half wrong.
Certainly, death makes humans honest.
But since humans are remarkably good at self-hypnosis, occasionally, some of them appear ready to face death.
So the method Tobiel used was very simple.
Depriving them of even the right to die.
The curse of the five senses.
Each of the subject’s sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell nerves are gradually cut off one by one, pushing the subject into a void of emptiness.
In a black void where nothing can be seen, heard, felt, where one cannot move or even scream, keeping their mind perfectly intact.
In other words, it forced them to confront themselves in a never-ending world where they might not die, not the primal fear of death.
‘Cough… show your true self then…’
This would surely draw out her true nature.
…
Despite this, Yeriel, whose sight had been blocked, still remained still.
“Quite the endurance, huh?”
Most girls of this age would usually scream and shout.
And so there have been a few times I’ve messed up in anger.
“If so…”
Snap!
Next was hearing and touch.
After Tobiel’s unpleasant finger snap, Yeriel could no longer hear anything.
‘…!!’
Swish…
Gradually, the strength left her limbs.
No, it wasn’t like there had been any from the start; the sensations were fading from the tips of her limbs.
In a situation where nothing could be seen or heard for the first time,
‘N-no… I’m scared?’
Fear began to crawl from her depths.
It felt as if her very existence might vanish.
Just as she thought that,
“Hah… ha… Hah.”
From her mouth came breaths that she hadn’t consciously noticed, now becoming rapid.
Tobiel moved his face close to Yeriel’s, as if waiting for this moment, inhaling the sound of her breath and began to savor it.
“Ahh… Hah…”
“…….”
“This is top quality. If it weren’t for the Tarchangel qualifications, I would have held you in my arms directly… How unfortunate…”
“……”
Seeing Yeriel’s body trembling more and more, Tobiel licked his lips repeatedly.
He had acted too hastily.
He should have seen her reaction before blocking the senses.
How long had it been since he lusted after an ordinary human girl?
“Hah, Hah… Hah…”
Yeriel’s breath began to quicken even more.
“Is this it? You want me, huh? Are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?!”
With such purity that one could almost believe she was an angel,
Tobiel wanted to stain that purity black with lust like flipping Othello.
“I can’t hold back anymore!”
Swish. Swish.
As Yeriel’s abdomen, which hadn’t completely lost its sensation, felt the dirty touch passing by.
‘Ugh…!’
Feeling that unpleasant sensation, Yeriel inadvertently raised her chin.
Tick.
As her focus-less eyes began to moisten, droplets began to form just like the ones on the basement ceiling.
“Yeah, cry like that. Stimulate me…”
Does this girl not know that this very act stimulates demons?
‘This won’t do… I’ll have to brand a demon’s mark on her lower abdomen…’
Just as Tobiel resolved on that horrific final game, it happened.
Whizz!
With a clean and crisp sound, light seeped in.
“…?!”
A beam of light illuminating the basement,
“Ah…?”
It reminded him of when he had been baptized in angelhood.
“!…!”
And when he became aware of it, it was too late.
The trajectory of the light was solely aimed at Tobiel’s heart.
“What the hell…? Gulp!!!”
Grrr!
With a painful cough, thin blood began to rise.
Chiiiii!
And the hole he received felt as if it were engulfed in flames.
“This… This…!!”
Whizzing!
The mysterious red light didn’t allow Tobiel to catch his breath.
“Gaaah!”
As soon as he stood up, another beam of light struck through his head, piercing his right eye.
*
Ding!
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[Critical Hit!]
[Additional Damage proportional to Agility]
[Additional Damage from Holy Attribute Enchantment]
[Additional Water Attribute from Sulyong Poseidros’s tendon effect]
[Damage Multiplier: 950%]
[Aggro +99]
[Aggro: 100]
[The Recluse passive is deactivated.]
[Remaining Wind Energy: 0/160]
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“…”
After depleting all my Wind Energy from fighting Caeran, I can no longer use Shadow Kill.
With those two shots, the Recluse trait has also been canceled.
[Time Remaining until Yeriel’s Tarchangel Transformation: 2 minutes 18 seconds]
Time is running out…
Thus, all I have left is only Demon Transformation.
I need to obliterate him with this.
“Grahh… Gwaaaaaah!!”
The demon in the shape of Umberto writhed in agony as he began to return to his hideous true form.
Grotesque black wings, red skin.
He was no different from a demon.
“…What the hell is this!!!”
Only now did he seem to notice me, clutching the crossbow bolt lodged in his right eye, and he started howling.
I didn’t react much; first, I looked at Yeriel.
Shiver…
Unfortunately, I couldn’t feel any vitality from her.
According to the original content, he had already cast the curse of the five senses on Yeriel.
No chance of exposure…
I immediately used Demon Transformation.
[Demon Transformation Used: Expected Duration: 51.55 seconds]
Magic power, not accustomed to my body, clings and tangles.
Geeky-geeky!
“…!”
Is my condition not great? The painful sensations were more than expected, and my whole body began to plead for release with a cry.
But I forcibly pushed the black magic energy emanating from the Gray Ashen Bolt around me inside.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling!!!
[Erosion Level: 34/110]
[Erosion Level: 35/110]
[Erosion Level: 36/110]
[Erosion Level: 37/110]
[Erosion Level: 38/110]
[Erosion Level: 39/110]
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[Erosion Level: 42/110]
Ugh, this feels awful…
Controlling Erosion Level was a harder task than I thought.
I felt like I was about to shatter, with Leragie behind me and Andras in front, their mouths agape.
Holding onto my sanity before crumbling, I aimed the crossbow at him.
Click.
“Wait!!”
“…?”
Then the demon began to scream like the weakest villain.
“T-there must be a demon’s illusion magic in this place!”
“….”
“You filthy creature like you has no right to enter or judge me!”
Why do demons and monsters always love to call humans creatures?
“It’s okay; I’m a demon too.”
And with that, I pulled the trigger.