A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 265
“I, the author......!”
“Ugh!”
The man who stumbled out of the gate of the divine realm alone was none other than Reed.
Kuuung.
“.......”
Reed slowly took three steps, his back turned to the closing door. His steps were unusually trudging.
Of course, even if he had momentarily forgotten his manners, his dignity and prestige did not fade at all.
“This is impossible, this is impossible.”
“I, I came out alive......?”
The eyes of those watching were filled with shock and fear.
An evil that had entered and exited the temple of the gods and yet still preserved its physical form.
However, Reed was not completely fine.
“Cough, cough......!”
His body collapsed in just four steps.
The noble evil laid its knees and palms on the floor, spewing crimson blood.
His body was burning life, aura, and magic to keep from breaking, drawing out its functions to the limit.
Tendons bulged and twitched all over his body, and his blood vessels swelled as if they were going to burst, frantically pumping blood into his body.
The black magician was currently incapable of fighting.
Romina Recandro, who realized the situation, was the first to shout.
“All forces, attack!”
However, his response was just a hair’s breadth too late.
A sudden dry sand wind blew and enveloped Reed’s body.
<Chaotic evil... ... . I have come to take you. Come to my lair... ... .>
Carpeios took Reed to his Demon King’s territory with great care.
Only a puddle of blood remained where Reed had been just a moment ago.
The Demon King’s subjugation force, having lost their target, stopped moving all at once. The atmosphere of the battlefield became quiet once again.
At that time, Tesilid, who had been watching the series of events, asked his comrades.
“Could it be that the child.......”
“.......”
“He went inside......?”
Inside.
The pure white triumphal arch located in the center of the battlefield.
He knew at first sight that it was not of this world but of the other world, or more precisely, of the divine world.
There was no way that he, who had lived 117 times, would not know what it meant to go inside while in a demonic state.
His sea-colored eyes, which had forgotten to even blink, were trembling like glass on the verge of breaking.
Hilde opened her mouth with a face that looked like she was going to cry, but all she could do was suck in a breath.
That was enough of an answer for Tesilid.
“Te, Tesilid!”
“Brother!”
Tesilid immediately kicked away and ran madly toward the door of the Pantheon.
The tightly closed door could no longer function as an entrance. It was nothing more than a huge and solid wall, without even a handle.
A pitiful human standing before a wall that could never be crossed or penetrated.
Tesilid knew this feeling very well.
The helplessness and despair that his god had taught him long ago seemed to burn his soul white.
Tesilid knocked on the door miserably.
“Ai! Ailet Rodelin! Answer me!”
Patsut! Patsut!
Every time his fist touched, the divine sparked.
When there was no answer, Tesilid gradually went mad. He charged his fist with divine aura and began to bang as if he was going to break the door.
“Ai, please! Answer me! Ai!”
It was a fist with power comparable to a battering ram.
However, the entity before his eyes was the gate of the Pantheon. In other words, the gate of the divine realm.
The divine aura was nullified, leaving only the power of the insignificant flesh.
His gaze changed at the door that did not budge. He glared at the door, or rather, beyond the door.
As bloodstains began to appear on the marble-white door, the target of Tesilid’s plea changed.
“Give me back! Give me Ailet Rodelin again!”
He dared to cry out to the supreme and omnipotent being beyond the door.
“Give me back!”
The door still did not budge. As always, the god turned away from him.
“Why.......”
His throat was choked up and he couldn’t bear it.
His stomach was burning hot and he felt like he was going to die.
The resentment that had been building up against the god for so many years finally exploded.
“Why......! Why is it always like this......!”
Bam!
“Why do you always take it from me like this! Why does it end in betrayal or loss!”
Boom, Boom!
“You can make an exception for one! Just one......! It’s not that greedy! But why are you......!”
Boom!
“Why won’t you allow me even one......!”
Kwaaang!
A pitiful scream finally split in the dull echo.
A bloody fist slid across the door. The angel beautifully embossed on the surface shed tears of blood.
“Please...... Please have pity on me, you damned god....... You damned strict order and goodness......!”
It was at that moment when the blasphemy of a man who had despaired of the world reached its peak.
A mercy that was not befitting of ‘his god’ came down like a miracle.
Kkeeeeeeek.
“......!”
The door to the pantheon opened again. Unlike when he spat out the lead, it opened wide and poured out a long stream of divine light.
After desperately adapting ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) to the light, his eyes found something in the light.
Inyeong, whose silhouette was blurred by the backlight, was approaching him.
Thud.
Inyeong, who had crossed the threshold, slowly leaned forward.
Before Tesilid could even judge something with his head, he spread his arms and embraced her body.
Squeak, quaang.
The door to the pantheon closed again and disappeared.
Only after the light that had been dazzling his retinas cleared did he finally see the person in his arms.
A person with long, flowing pink hair and closed eyes.
Surprisingly, it was Aylet Rodelin.
“......!”
Tesilid immediately checked her breathing and put his ear to her heart. She was alive.
“Ah.......”
It was the first mercy he had received from God in his life.
“Ai....... Ailet.......”
Tesilid looked down at her in disbelief, then hugged her tightly in his arms.
As if he would never let it be taken away again.
“Yes, yes!”
“Your Majesty has returned!”
“God has returned the Holy Scripture!”
“Ah! Thank you, God!”
Soon, people came to check on the Holy Scripture.
Tesilid did not want to show her to anyone at this moment.
He buried Ailet’s face further into his arms and spoke to King Hispenril first.
“I will return to the King’s Castle.”
He could clearly feel the fever rising from her body because they were so close.
The aftereffects of the divine descent and the transformation into the Demon King would be severe. It was the perfect place to rest safely.
Saint Muriel showed signs of wanting to say something against it, but did not act on it.
A tacit agreement was reached in silence.
“Please. Go first, grandson-in-law.”
“Yes.”
The light cloud created by the fragments of the transfer stone enveloped Tesilid and Aylet and disappeared.
Dawn was already breaking on the eastern horizon. Not only the new moon, but the night had completely disappeared.
It was the end of the disaster.
Chapter 42. Penalty Period
The great disaster that had been upgraded from Walpurgis Night, Doomsday, had finally ended.
The countries of the Serentra Continent did their utmost to recover from the damage. They repaired the buildings and facilities of the destroyed capital city, and paid tribute to the dead who had become souls.
As patients who had been infected by the poison leaked from the dungeon continued to die, the funeral march that echoed through each city showed no sign of ending.
The situation was relatively good in Peronsa, the capital of the principality that had suppressed the Dungeon Burst early, and Wilhelon, the capital of the kingdom.
The capital of the religious state, Panel, and the capital of the Republic of Magic, Gehenid, which had been trampled by the demon army, were no different from ruins after the war.
The public sentiment in the capital could not help but become irritable, and this soon led to the deterioration of public security.
The situation in Panel, the capital of the religious state, was particularly serious.
The strategy of the Holy Emperor's Office to use the 'Building a Holy Land' artifact to occupy the area naturally caused a backlash.
At the time, due to the limitations of the Holy Emperor's capacity, many religious citizens were abandoned and could not enter the safe zone.
Since there were those who had great distrust and dissatisfaction with the religious order, it was inevitable that it would have an extremely negative impact on the public sentiment.
Unfortunately, the Holy Emperor's Office left them alone.
The Black Swordsman's attack had caused the leadership to be replaced, and there was no room for leeway, and distrust of the religious order traditionally tended to be denigrated as lack of faith.
At that time, the Seonghwangcheong was given a role that was judged to be much more important than appeasing the people.
That was the relief of patients with tuberculosis.
Those who had contracted a disease that caused necrosis of the lungs due to the dungeon drain could not be cured with the healing techniques of ordinary priests or healing potions.
Only those who had awakened the 8th level of divine power were effective.
Currently, aside from the Holy Scripture Ailet Rodelin, there was only one person who could handle the 8th level of divine power, Saint Muriel Philise.
As a saint, Muriel was revered in the capitals of each country, performing the sacrament of the sick.
It was natural for her status to rise.
The problem was that there were too many patients for her alone to handle.
Inevitably, the Seonghwangcheong decided to prioritize.
They decided to treat patients who showed great faith in God first, but the standard for measuring that faith was extremely secular.
As a result, the cruel situation of putting lives on the line based on the amount of donations was about to occur.
Fortunately, the Seonghwangcheong's actions were halted.
Rodel Potion Company had completed the development of a cure.
The main ingredient of the cure was Elephantipes, which had not been considered a herb until now.
However, Rodel Company, as if they had prepared in advance, quickly secured a large quantity of this herb and began mass production.
Thanks to this, the cure was distributed to those who needed it, and Saint Muriel was no longer burdened with her role, and could no longer enjoy her exclusive status.
And so, it had already been ten days since Doomsday.
The Serentra Continent was steadily erasing the scars of the disaster.
Even while the Holy Scriptures were asleep. ✠ Under the clear sky, a well-cultivated herb field stretched out to the horizon.
This was the dungeon farm hidden beneath the Earl of Gillette. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
It was a very important place, responsible for producing more than 90% of the Elephantipes herbs used to make a cure for tuberculosis.
The herbs were tended by seven skeletons with shiny white bones.
They had just finished their day's work and were resting, but their appearance was quite different from usual.
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