A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 264

[<System> Warning. Excessive combat activities in the current situation will increase aftereffects on your body. Rest is recommended.]

[<System> Warning! Rest is recommended!] It was nothing but noise.

"Say something more helpful, System."

In defiance, I burned my aura more fiercely, as if to burn my life itself. ['Scales of Soul Judgement' is murmuring.]

['Creator Economy Administrator' sighs.]

['Heavenly Secrets Inspector' rubs their forehead.] Reed's voice kept trying to control me.

"You should think about the fever. Don't push yourself too hard, Ayleth Rodeline."

The seemingly kind words pierced my ears as his strike aimed for my neck.

This level of malice was nothing.

I swung my sword to parry his scythe, simultaneously extending my Serpent Sword's hilt like a tail to lash out.

"Don't act so relaxed, Reed."

Reed, having parried my counterattack, chuckled.

"Did I get caught?"

His answer seemed unusually honest.

"There’s no way I’m relaxed. I’m excited about being with you soon."

"......."

I couldn’t simply dismiss it as mockery or deception. Silently, I popped another candy into my mouth.

There were only two sedatives left.

As always, time was not on my side in combat against Reed.

How can I drive him away from here?

While my mind was turning fiercely, it was then. ['The Oracle of Worldbuilding' shouts that it has found a way to restore your condition!] "......!"

My god has opened the way.

"Oracle, quickly!"

['The Oracle of Worldbuilding' says it will personally cleanse your magic energy.]

['The Oracle of Worldbuilding' asks, in order to do that, you...] I listened to the following explanation.

"......."

A task requiring significant effort was necessary. However, while listening to the oracle's words, I remained surprisingly calm.

['The Balanced Cynic' says that it is a dangerous task that will cost your life.]

['The Scales of Soul Judgement' asks if there is no other way.] The answer is unnecessary. The previous suggestion is the best.

['The Oracle of Worldbuilding' asks if you can do it.] "I will."

I trust you, Oracle. Please save me.

With my grip on Libriel tight, I distanced myself from Reed’s attack range.

Keeping my guard up, I held the standoff, and Reed’s eyes narrowed.

"Your eyes are different. I wonder what my uncontrollable variable is planning to do now."

"Quick and decisive."

At my short and sharp answer, Reed’s gaze also shifted. His suspicion soon turned into discomfort.

"What are you planning?"

"......."

"Don't tell me you're going to hurt yourself again? If so..."

Reed seemed to recall the skill 'Invocation Commandor,' and he released his strength and pressure.

<Ayleth!>

The moment Agnes had warned, dozens of black aura blades materialized around Reed.

Leading a group of elite soldiers formed from non-swords, he threatened me.

"I'll need the greatsword’s recovery power. I’ll need to offer a sacrifice first."

His swords, ordered to massacre, flew outside the Colosseum. A trick to fill their bellies with blood.

I too ignited aura blades around me.

They clashed with Reed’s non-swords, leading to mutual destruction. Explosions chain-reacted from left to right in my vision.

With both armies entirely nullified, Reed and I once again clashed at close range.

I spoke the answer I had delayed.

"I’m not doing that."

At that, Reed’s gaze softened just a little.

"Then, is it that again?"

"......."

"The garbage dump of the demon realm?"

Reed rolled his eyes mockingly and glanced toward the right.

His gaze fell on the audience stands. Specifically, the huge rift there.

Since I regained my will, the specters trying to drag Tesilid away had vanished.

However, the hole leading to the demon realm’s garbage dump was still open, leaving a space that swayed like a swamp.

Reed put more pressure on me, his blade grinding against mine.

With that, he wore a longing expression, as though his heart were breaking.

"Ah, are you trying to abandon me?"

"No."

"......I didn't think this would work."

Instead of laughing, I corrected his misconception.

"I'm trying to push you somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?"

The playful air on the handsome face disappeared.

A neutral, expressionless face. I knew that this was the greatest disturbance he could show.

His eyes, probing for information, never left me.

Without evading his gaze, I spoke.

"Shrine of the Gods. Open it."

The promised command word was met with the sky's response. [<System> The transcendental skill 'Gate of the Shrine of the Gods' is opening!]

From the pitch-black night sky, holy light poured down. The unseen creator’s hand molded the light, soon shaping it into a specific form.

It was an archway, grand and beautiful, as if it were the gateway to heaven.

"That, that’s..."

Reed turned around, stiffening in place. It was a clear opening.

But there was no time for me to press him.

The backlash from invoking the 9th-tier divine power struck my entire body.

"Ugh."

The divine energy, wreaking havoc in the body remodeled for the Demon King, made my heart and lungs race wildly.

It felt like the blood in my veins had turned into molten metal and was flowing in reverse.

Staggering, I pulled away from Reed, swallowing blood several times as I felt like I might explode.

Then...

Dr, dr, drdrdrdr...!

The massive Gate of the Shrine of the Gods began to open wide. Pure white light flooded the battlefield, turning the midnight battlefield into midday.

"Ha..."

A sigh-like chuckle brushed past my ear.

Reed, entranced by the sight of the shrine, seemed to have noticed something in the light. His eyes widened to the limit.

"Ayleth Rodeline, what are you...?"

"Reed."

I interrupted his words with the softest call I could muster.

As he turned his head back to face me, I spoke again.

"Let’s return to the light."

"......."

"Together."

Though we couldn’t wander the abyss together, we could melt into the light together.

"......."

For a moment, feeling like eternity, his gaze fixed intensely on me.

Now was the chance, as he had forgotten to react.

Boom! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I rushed at Reed with the strength of a queen.

The aura condensed in Libriel struck Reed directly.

"Ugh!"

Even Reed, struck almost unguarded, couldn’t help but falter.

I pushed him with all my might, and his back hit the open gate of the shrine.

As we got closer, I felt the divine energy in my body intensifying, burning hotter, using my cells as fuel.

The immense force from the gate itself helped pull me in.

Reed, who had been dragged into the light, finally regained his senses. He growled as he spoke through the backlight.

"Ayleth Rodeline, stop. If you go in there, you won't make it out unharmed either."

"I know."

From my short reply, Reed understood that I had made my resolve. He closed his mouth. That moment.

The light, blinding enough to burn my retinas, took control of my sight.

Our shadows were consumed by the light. And then...

Boom!

The Gate of the Shrine of the Gods closed.

Swallowed by the shrine, Reed and I... ✠ Purity, purity, pure light—like a white archway, it locked together without a gap.

Where the storm of war had raged only moments ago, a calm stillness settled in.

The presence of countless spectators faded into oblivion as the surrounding sounds died away.

The powers gathered to defeat the Demon King. What they witnessed was clear.

Mutual destruction.

A double death.

The divine priestess, along with the black swordsman, threw their bodies into the light that melts all evil.

The holy light pouring out from the Shrine of the Gods had the power to melt the body of the fallen angel Nazril into wax with just its afterglow.

Inside the shrine, the source of such light, was like the surface of the sun, burning all evil into nothingness.

The Divine Priestess, now a Demon King, without hesitation, pushed the black swordsman into the shrine, throwing herself in afterward.

Even becoming a Demon King, it was a curse she bore as a result of defeating Infernos.

Even in her corrupted state, she sought to destroy the evil again and even eradicate her own corruption.

The people gathered in the Litniel Plains, no, the people of the Serentra Continent, now owed three lives to the Divine Priestess.

"Ah..."

After a long while, someone let out a sigh.

The Litniel Plains, having lost their hero, were filled with an atmosphere of despair.

"The Divine Priestess..."

"Yes, yes, my lord..."

"My god... How could they...?"

Some knelt down in disbelief. The atmosphere, once stunned, soon turned somber.

The five great powers of the continent were no different.

"Lady...?"

The distraught Duke Hispenril.

Unable to find words, Marquis Rekandro and the Fleigel Knights fell into a respectful silence.

The only ones observing the situation with relative calm were the unstable Moriphis and the otherworldly saint, Muriel.

"Oh, what a strange door. A passage to another world materialized with divinity."

"...Indeed."

Muriel could not take her eyes off the pure white archway, shaking off her divine aura.

Her gaze was hypnotized, yet persistent.

"Ugh..."

Around that time, Tesilid regained consciousness from the pool of blood and slowly rose.

Thanks to his comrades from the Silver Citadel Knights, who had already come down to the stands and treated and helped him, he was able to rise.

"Tesilid! Are you back?"

"Brother, are you alright?!"

Tesilid couldn’t hear his comrades properly.

"...The child?"

None of his comrades dared to answer.

It was then. The battlefield, which they had thought was over, began to shake again.

Rumble...!

The ground vibrated with an unmistakable source.

The door to the Shrine of the Gods, still emitting strong divine energy, was guarding the battlefield.

The door, which had {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} been firmly shut, began to open again.

When a narrow gap, just wide enough for one person to slip through, was created, the door of the Shrine of the Gods seemed to spit out a black figure, sending it into the mortal world.

A privilege for a possessed one.