I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 172

172 – Answer (3)

Correct answer (3)

“I don’t understand. Why are you still struggling?”

“Huh?!”

Esmeralda bounces off as First lightly waves his hand, rolling on the floor several times.

Just a few drops of blood. I couldn’t even endure those few drops.

She had grown enough to be able to weather the torrential downpour of the First, but her injuries were too severe.

It’s as First said. The match is over. What you’re doing now is not accepting the result and is just struggling ugly.

“It wasn’t an attack aimed at you in the first place. It was an attack aimed at Third, who had no power other than authority.”

If you want to make your fantasy a reality, you have to be in a position where the fantasy is visible.

You may be able to hide your body, but you cannot keep more distance than necessary.

That’s why it destroyed the entire area within eyeshot in one blow.

“It was an attack to deal with the dying Second with certainty.”

Even in terms of speed, Robeno had no choice but to give up even the first.

It was annoying that he persistently held on to First’s ankle even though he was already on the verge of death.

So, no matter how fast you are, you can’t avoid the attack.

Yes, the existence of the warrior Esmeralda was not even considered.

She is just someone who should have been caught up and disappeared.

“If you were lying down, I could have just passed you by. Why on earth are you holding on like that?”

The First is busy. They have to invade the human world soon.

I was tied down without even being able to step foot on the threshold of the human world, even though I hadn’t even completed my proper mission.

Robeno, a dangerous element on the same level as Lacrimana, who possesses an ability that cannot be overlooked.

The two of them had to be killed, but Esmeralda didn’t deserve it. If this hadn’t happened in the first place, she would have thought they would have died long ago, so she wouldn’t have even checked.

“Well, that could have been possible. Well, if you think about it, even if they did come to confirm the kill, wouldn’t it have been more effective to launch a surprise attack then?”

Esmeralda smirked, thrusting the holy sword into the floor again and forcing herself up.

“Ah, now I know why.”

Esmeralda said, aiming the Holy Sword at First again.

Even though she was stained with blood, her eyes were bright.

“If there was a confirmation kill, I definitely wouldn’t have been the first. It doesn’t suit my personality to move after someone is dead.”

“… … .”

Things like odds don’t matter.

Do you know anyone who fights thinking they’ll always win?

Esmeralda has always won fights that she was supposed to lose.

It’ll be the same this time too.

With that belief, I have always found a way out of despair.

“Indeed, your heart is straight.”

You can tell just by looking at the holy sword she’s wielding.

Looking at the holy sword that still has its brilliance, it seems like there is something there even though it looks like it is about to die.

It feels like the impossible can really come true.

“Yeah, I see now.”

The first used blood flow manipulation.

The blood flowing from the wrist clots on First’s palm and soon turns into a sword.

It was a sword that looked like a red glass artifact that could break at the slightest impact.

A sword that is extremely thin and cut off in the middle, as if it were not fully finished.

Whoosh!

However, First did not rush the completion of the sword and swung it as is.

Esmeralda, who had not expected that he would swing the unfinished sword as it was, was unable to notice it until the very moment when the First’s sword struck her holy sword.

“I had to break that wick.”

Crunch!

A light swing. As if swinging a thin tree branch.

There is no weight or impact.

However, the holy sword Esmeralda was holding broke into two pieces and fell to the floor covered in blood.

The first time experiencing the destruction of the Holy Sword since the encounter with the Second.

But things were different back then.

The Holy Sword of that time and the Holy Sword of now are different in their strength.

As Esmeralda grew stronger, the Holy Sword also grew stronger, and Esmeralda wasn’t at a loss as to whether she could turn off her sword against the First.

Yeah, it’s power in itself.

The holy sword, strengthened by gathering all of Esmeralda’s power, was split in two without any resistance.

It wasn’t even a finished sword, but a half-made toy-like sword.

It was a crude movement that was not even the skill of a master, but rather like someone holding a tree branch and swinging it.

“Do you still think you can do it?”

The holy sword was broken.

I was helplessly defeated by a force that was simply too simple.

There was no conviction or artifice, just raw force.

Yes, the First easily crushed Esmeralda with overwhelming force. It crushed her hopes.

“With a sword shorter than a dagger, with a faith that has lost its shine.”

As always, in a casual tone, as if nothing had happened.

“How long did you think you could be so stubborn?”

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The first dashed hopes.

***

Belphegor thought.

‘what?’

The celestial god is weak. She made him that way. I used to think he was the ultimate enemy, but hadn’t he already had most of his power usurped?

They weren’t opponents in the first place. They were just something symbolic.

however…….

‘How are you holding up?’

A situation where blue flames collide.

The imperial palace, which had already been reduced to ruins, was reduced to ashes, leaving not even a single piece of debris.

No one could intervene in the fight, and the world was already engulfed in blue flames, making it impossible to tell up from down.

Despite such overwhelming circumstances, Jim held on.

Compared to Belphegor’s flame, it is only as powerful as a small candle and is able to deflect all attacks.

It’s not like the attack doesn’t work. Every time he deflects an attack, the impact alone causes Jim to vomit blood and roll around on the floor.

“… … Are you surprised?”

“okay…….”

Jim was lying face down on the floor, trying to get up several times but falling over again.

The strength in his arms gave out and he fell down a few times. The strength in his knees gave out a few more times. The sight of Jim barely getting up from his seat like that brought about an indescribable fear.

“In fact, it’s natural. The power you’re using now wasn’t your power to begin with. The original owner knows better.”

“You didn’t burn because you set it on fire? You have to make sense.”

“haha…….”

Jim laughed as if he was relieved.

Belphegor’s argument is valid. No matter how much power it is, the person using it is a different being.

There is no case where a weapon that is your own will not harm you.

“I think so. I think you and I are similar.”

“Well, yeah. You look stupid too. Why are you just sitting there and taking the beating?”

“Don’t you know that’s not what I meant?”

He looked like he was about to collapse at any moment. But Belphegor couldn’t move rashly.

No wonder Jim isn’t dead yet. What’s more, he hasn’t even attacked her once so far.

Even though I had several chances, the luggage did not move.

To Belphegor, it seemed as if he was preparing to strike with a fatal blow.

To use one chance at the most certain moment.

That’s why I hold on and hold on.

“We were equal failures.”

“… … .”

“We are people who have had to face failure many times because we are more ignorant and helpless than others. Isn’t it a life where nothing comes true?”

Just as Belphegor did everything he could to save Lilith.

Just as Jim had stopped several times to discover his brother’s whereabouts.

They failed, but they tried again and again.

“But there is a clear difference.”

Jim straightened up with a soft smile.

“You were born with the qualifications of a transcendent being, but I was originally destined to never become a transcendent being.”

Even though he was destined to die, Belphegor was born strong.

Her talent was unmatched by any other human being, and her mere presence was enough to render someone helpless.

However, Jim was a man without any talent. He was someone that everyone laughed at, shook their heads, and pitied.

Those two people stood on the same line.

However, because of their different origins, there was one clear difference between Jim and Belphegor.

“You asked if I wouldn’t burn if I set the fire? Actually, that analogy is a bit flawed.”

Hurrah!

The blue flames burning on Jim’s palm scatter like sparks in the wind.

“I wasn’t born strong like you, so I had to be conscious of and create things that others take for granted.”

The scattered sparks seep into Belphegor’s embers, which are burning the earth.

That tiny spark is swallowed up in the fire and disappears.

“So, if we were to use an analogy, it would be like this.”

Belphegor noticed it too late.

My physical condition, which was so precarious that it looked like it would explode at any moment, has improved.

Thanks to the lighter body, my thoughts were able to expand further.

That’s why I realized it, even if it was late.

“You have a beating heart and blood flowing. I had to design those things from the beginning.”

The power was taken away. The celestial god was regaining his dignity.

I don’t know how. No, if I had to be specific, the moment our sparks touched, they were stolen, regardless of size.

I didn’t notice it because I was handling flames of the same color.

“I have the blueprints, but does that mean I can’t handle them just because someone else did?”

Half of the flames that were already burning the earth have passed to the gods.