ALL NOVEL Chapter 39
David
The king of Israel and the father of Solomon.
And the giant-slayer who defeated a giant with a slingshot.
“You’re fighting like a mess!”
Han Yu-seong, screaming as he was hit by slingshots, forgetting what he did to the former Alliance Leader.
Debris that looks like the size of a person’s upper body flies endlessly.
Each piece is flying at a speed comparable to the speed of sound, so even if you smash one or dodge it, the next attack is right in front of you.
Truly, it was a miraculous attack worthy of being modeled after David, who supposedly killed giants with a slingshot.
Eventually, Han Yu-seong gave up blocking.
At this rate, he would only suffer from just trying to defend.
The most certain way to fend off the endless attacks is to counterattack, preventing the opponent from attacking.
Kwahhh—
The debris from the cathedral collides with Han Yu-seong and explodes.
Normally, he would have sustained near-fatal damage from a single hit, but…
“Good! I can endure it!”
Unfortunately for the [Sculptor], Han Yu-seong was no ordinary human.
“Can you only throw? I can throw too!”
While getting hit by slingshots, Han Yu-seong threw something from his hand.
Something round with a bluish color.
The safety pin caught on Han Yu-seong’s finger sparkled under the sunlight.
“Fire in the hole!”
“This is….”
A grenade.
The grenade thrown by Han Yu-seong exploded in front of the [Sculptor].
Kwahhh—
‘Normally, it wouldn’t have much effect, but…’
The power of the barrier spread, collapsing the cathedral still lingers in this space.
As the smoke clears, he sees part of a statue broken.
“Using a slingshot? It’s not the Middle Ages; have we regressed to the Stone Age?”
In modern times, there are far better throwing weapons.
In that instant, the attacks stopped momentarily.
Han Yu-seong seized the opportunity and began throwing a large number of grenades again.
Huh? Where did this come from?
I’m a diligent man who values even small things.
Of course, I wouldn’t neglect looting after defeating mobs.
Items looted during the cleanup after taking down the Alliance Leader.
The [Abnormality] that allowed the former Alliance Leader to pull a sword out of thin air.
[Subspace Ring]
A plain metal ring on Han Yu-seong’s finger emitted a faint light, endlessly producing grenades.
It isn’t even that spacious, just the size of a warehouse…
“Way more than enough to break a single statue.”
“Aaaaargh!”
Along with the [Sculptor]’s roar, numerous grenades began to explode.
A deafening boom echoed as if thunder was striking…
“The durability of a stone statue is predictable.”
Without the protection of [Abnormality], it would turn out to be merely that.
As the smoke cleared, the sadly destroyed remains of the David statue appeared.
That should mark the end for the [Sculptor]…
“Huh?”
At that moment, shadows began to loom behind him.
As he turned around, he saw a massive figure revealing its shadow.
That is….
“Pieta?”
Ziiing—
The eyes of the merciful Virgin Mary gleamed, and a ray of light pierced down to the ground.
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[Artists] are [Abnormalities].
Meaning the being itself that uses [Abnormalities] is [Abnormality] rather than a human.
Unlike [Heroes] who achieve greatness and ascend.
Those who sought to become idols, drawing awe and faith to become god-like existences, but ultimately failed to reach such heights.
The antithesis of [God].
“No matter how you put it, isn’t this scene too blasphemous for a power used by [Demons]…?”
An awe-inspiring statue of the Virgin staring down from heaven.
It’s contradictory that such a sight, evoking sanctity, is conjured by [Demons].
“I’m sure the Pieta wasn’t this big.”
And as far as I know, the Virgin Mary didn’t shoot beams from her eyes.
Ziiing—
“Ugh!”
As beams shot from the Virgin’s eyes, I ducked, startled.
The ground hit by the beam began melting and penetrating.
Unlike a slingshot, nothing stands a chance against that.
Ugh, what on earth happened to that statue to produce something like this?!
“Indeed, they call it [Sculptor].”
The [David] that burst forth from the [Sculptor]’s body.
And as the [David] was destroyed, the [Pieta] appeared much larger than the original.
[David] and [Pieta].
Both are representative works of the former human [Sculptor], [Michelangelo].
It’s a reinforcement by assigning [Abnormality] using his own statue as a body.
“To fully wield the power of a being akin to [Demons], it must be a renowned work that would gather enough strength.”
Considering that the flying angel statues are not very threatening, I guess I’m right.
Even with those statues emerging from the rubble, they seem to be aiming to do something with the faith gathered in the cathedral…
“Now that the cathedral has collapsed, it’s simply for replenishing troops.”
That makes the situation straightforward.
“So all I have to do is smash the Virgin statue?”
Back to throwing grenades…!
Ding—
Kwahhhhh—
At that moment, a sound began resonating through the space as grenades started exploding from my hand, without even pulling the safety pins.
“Cough, cough… What is this!”
Han Yu-seong, emerging through the thick smoke of explosion, surveyed the surroundings.
Sound?
Did that trigger the grenades?
From between the rubble, not entirely destroyed instruments began emitting unpleasant sounds.
Perfectly tuned instruments turned into an orchestra producing a horrific cacophony of noise, twisting the surrounding space.
[Conductor]
“Indeed… I never imagined you would destroy our trap in that way, but how arrogant of you.”
Even if you just destroyed the trap, it doesn’t change the collective power of those here, yet you reveal yourself so defenseless!
The [Conductor] emerged, tidying up his disheveled suit.
Although most instruments were broken, it would still be enough to annoy the enemy with what remained.
While it’s uncertain whether he could pull off a proper fighting capacity, it didn’t matter.
Many would fight in front of him besides himself.
“It’s just an annoying noise.”
The long-haired man grumbled as he stood up.
Furrowing his brows, he finished tuning his violin.
[Musician]
“But this music fits the situation perfectly.”
Suddenly, the dreadful noise was replaced by a strange melody as the sounds of the violin wove through.
“This is…?”
[Divine]?
The [Divine] emanating from the [Musician]’s performance fused with the noise resounding, transforming the world.
This place, where this music resonates, is his [Sanctuary].
The strength of [God] fills the space.
So this means…
“Ah… the game is broken. I’m out!”
“Huh?”
“What?”
“Huh?”
The moment I declared my surrender, the [Artists] were momentarily speechless.
But isn’t it true?
If I fought head-on, I might die, so I was trying to conserve my strength, but the damage isn’t as great as I thought.
It seems that the cathedral morphed into an [Abnormality] and provided a first line of defense…
According to the Deputy Priest, I would be at a disadvantage.
I think differently, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to risk my life to test it.
My goal is not with those folks after all.
“So it’s time for a player switch!”
In a failed game, the best solution is to quit quickly.
Han Yu-seong pulled out a door from subspace, grasped the handle, and opened it.
What lay inside was the main base of the [Broadcasting Station].
Leaving a kind warning to the stunned [Artists].
“Ah, you should look at the sky.”
Well, it’s already too late.
“The sky?”
At those words, the [Musician] glanced up and widened his eyes.
When I first detonated the cathedral, I definitely said something like this.
I would show the modern war weapon flavor.
To begin with…
This isn’t fighting; this is war!
War isn’t between individuals, you know?
Upon my signal, missiles launched from Korea’s [Broadcasting Station] had reached a distance visible to the eye.
Again, I said, this space still bears the influence of the barrier I detonated.
In other words—
“It was nice to meet you, and let’s not see each other again?”
Those fools won’t survive the missile bombardment.
Thud—
The door closed, severing the connection with the [Broadcasting Station], crashing pathetically to the ground.
And the trio watching that scene.
“””Hey, you bastard…!”””
With the curses of the three heroes, missiles intended to wipe out the whole Vatican City began to pour down on that spot.
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“A mad monster….”
[Clown] thought.
No matter how one looked at it, that monster was surely crazy.
The moment he looked up at the sky, all he could see was buildings plummeting down.
Did he think he was some sort of grand wizard?
Shooting meteors with buildings.
No, the bigger issue wasn’t the building.
While buildings are indeed a problem, it’s not just solid rocks; if they’re merely buildings, those [Artists] could probably find a way to counterattack and survive even a sudden assault.
However, it’s what was inside those buildings that posed a problem.
[Clown]
Unlike other [Artists], he stemmed from the [Ghost Story], bred from the fear generated by the [Clown Phobia] in America, embodying the image of a serial killer or kidnapper in clown disguise—a being born to enjoy kidnapping and killing humans.
His very origin is as a being that kills humans, making him sensitive to malice associated with murder.
Thus, the moment he saw the buildings falling, he sensed.
The realization that they were filled with things crafted with the intent to kill.
“I’m glad I prepared an emergency escape body.”
Though pursuit was risky, it was better than being obliterated on the spot.
Unlike other executives, the [Clown] lacked the ability to seek survival in that situation.
“It would be nice if that monster dies on the spot.”
Well, it’s not impossible.
Even if the trap was shattered, the three gathered there might have a chance.
It’d be a struggle because their preparations were wrecked, but…
Well, if those three died and the monster survived…
What could he do?
He had to lay low for a while.
Since they were essentially hunting me down, hiding could make death inconspicuous; he might be able to disguise his death without using his strength.
“In the end, aren’t I back to Korea again?”
When not using his strength, he couldn’t help but think about safety.
Right now, Korea is the safest place in the world.
If he could just hide and find a way to contact a [Company] to obtain some [Abnormality] that would hide his existence…
“Wow, you really have some guts, huh?”
How did he think he could get back into Korea?
In that moment, the [Clown] froze.
Cold sweat trickled down his spine, and his pupils dilated.
How?
That monster should be busy fighting the other executives right now!
“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”
With a sinister grin, Han Yu-seong draped an arm around the Clown’s shoulder and said.