The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 92
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#92. Crack (2)
Crack.
As expected from a Japanese light novel, it was written as a rift (龜裂) and called a crack. It was a dimensional gap. It was a way to create one’s own world, a dungeon, by replicating a space in reality.
In theory, only the Four Heavenly Kings, including Changcheon, Hocheon, Mincheon, and Sangcheon, and the Demon King who commands them, could create cracks.
The reason it’s ‘theoretically’ is because Changcheon Haru has never been seen making cracks… … It may be because, due to her nature as a psychic specialist, even if she makes cracks, their power is weaker than a psychic attack.
Anyway, once you get caught up in a crack, there are only two ways to get out.
Either kill the caster, the Demon, or destroy the crack’s core.
“This is… … really difficult.”
As the name suggests, the moment you enter the Dimensional Crack, all communication with the outside world is cut off. Fortunately, at the last moment, you were able to somehow request rescue from Izumi, who was far away.
‘It’ll take a while to get here.’
Even if you rush to the capital right away, it’s not easy to penetrate a crack that has already formed… … Rather, it’s honestly close to impossible.
Even in the original work, where all sorts of situations appear, crack penetration was unprecedented. That’s why I’m so nervous.
“It stinks.”
“… That’s right.”
The ones who got caught up in the cracks with me were Liliana and Dohyewon.
In terms of position, it’s a combination of 1 ranged attacker (no combat experience), 1 healer (limping), and 1 cuteness (useless). A party with 5 stealth one-tools *only the arrogant ones will be more balanced than this.
*Bbanggeo: Slang for the thief class.
X-rated, seriously!
‘I was complacent. I thought that at least the Black Death would spread first and then Hocheon would intervene.’
I quickly pulled myself together.
Self-reflection is good, but what’s important is how you hold out until the main character arrives. I looked back at Liliana.
As long as I am resurrected, whatever happens to my life doesn’t matter.
But Liliana must be kept alive.
Do Hye-won… Well, if you live, you live.
“Liliana. Listen carefully.”
“okay.”
“This stench and stale air. This is clearly a crack created by the river.”
“I’ve been wondering for a while now, what exactly is a crack?”
“It’s some kind of dimensional rift… … .”
After giving Liliana a brief explanation, I gave her instructions.
“To increase the survival rate, we travel together as much as possible. However, there is a condition.”
“Speak.”
“If I give you an order, Liliana, you run away first.”
She immediately objected.
“That’s nonsense! Why would I run away and leave you? In terms of survival rates, it’s much more beneficial for both of us if you live-”
“Liliana!”
Liliana’s words were cut off by my unusual shout. I took a deep breath and gave her a firm smile.
“I’ll calculate that.”
“I can’t understand… … .”
“You said before that I was an extremely utilitarian person.”
Then Liliana shut her mouth as if she had eaten honey and become a mute. Her face turned red.
“That was, that is. I misjudged it. You are too much to be defined by such simple words.”
“No, that’s right.”
He comforted her in a gentle tone.
“I’m a utilitarian. If it means saving many people, I’m willing to give up even the things that are precious to me.”
“Justinas, I,”
I grabbed her shoulder.
“So please listen to me.”
Don’t ruin other people’s plans.
“Liliana must survive this crack. For the sake of the world.”
Got it?
“… … .”
Liliana didn’t answer, but turned her head away. She simply pulled out the gun on her back and disengaged the safety.
***
Two people and one horse walked through the devastated capital.
Yes, this was the capital.
As Justinas explained, cutting and copying space, this place where two people and one horse walk around was not much different from the capital.
The space was like that.
But the dark sky, the vibrating stench, and the desolate and dreary atmosphere can never be erased.
Instead of people, the streets were roamed by rotten zombies and gingerbread men. The rotten flesh and stiff joints of the corpses were incredibly creepy.
“Keep the noise down as much as possible. You never know when Hocheon will come.”
Bang! Bang!
Following Justinas’s instructions, the gun with the output reduced to the minimum was put into Ginger’s head. Ginger, whose head had disappeared, was left with only his torso, shaking like crazy.
Liliana quickly hid while carrying Dohyewon, who was in fox form, on her shoulders. It was a tactic that used only the most flat ground possible so that Justinas could follow.
‘It’s not easy.’
Liliana sighed as she saw Justinas hiding behind cover. Thanks to his ‘magic-seeing eyes’, he seemed to be following her somehow, but Justinas was basically blind and had difficulty walking. Finding a real hiding place was not easy, aside from temporary cover that quickly became ineffective.
Still, Liliana couldn’t complain. The words Justinas had said just after she had entered the crack were still fresh in her ears.
“If I give you an order, Liliana, you run away first.”
At first I resisted.
Justinas was taught the principle of efficiency, but his intentions were different.
It may have been different in the past, but there’s no way she could run away and abandon Justinas now.
“You said before that I was an extremely utilitarian person.”
But when he actually heard what he had said to Justinas, his heart sank.
I wanted to apologize.
Of course, Justinian may be closer to a utilitarian. That is true.
But Justinas was much closer to the good than to being defined by the single word ‘utilitarian’ and to being judged as a cold person.
It was the same even then.
“That’s right. I’m a utilitarian. If it means saving many people, I’m willing to give up even the things that are precious to me.”
“Liliana must survive this crack. For the sake of the world.”
It makes no logical sense.
A saint who performs jaw-dropping miracles with her own hands and a princess who is only slightly smart.
It’s obvious to even a five-year-old that the world benefits when one side survives.
But Justinus tried to save himself by wrapping his beliefs and good intentions in the word utilitarianism.
All of this is an expression of Liliana’s guilt, to ease her burden.
‘… … It was all my fault.’
How much have I been avoiding responsibility and rationalizing myself when dealing with people like this? Blood flowed out of my mouth, which was bitten by shame.
Crunch.
Liliana raised her gun and shot Ginger again as he chased Justinas, his torso missing.
bang!
The reddened talisman breathed fire.
The bullets that covered the Hwagyemado set Gingershi’s body on fire. Even the most persistent Gingershi couldn’t fight the fire, and he struggled for a while before rolling around on the ground and retiring.
Liliana stared blankly at the sight for a moment.
‘fire?’
The bullets she fired so far only gathered magical power and exploded, and never created any magical byproducts.
But just now it was different.
A more refined and delicate bullet, even though its power has not increased significantly.
‘…Is it a matter of emotions?’
There was no time to slowly look back at the shot just moments ago. Liliana grabbed Justinas’ arm to avoid the zombies that were rushing in at the noise.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
“oh.”
He quickly walked along, leading her. Justinas, who had one leg disabled, followed desperately, staggering as if he was about to fall.
One side of my chest started to hurt. Then, a zombie attacked me from the front.
Bam, bang!
The bullet that was fired hit the zombie and turned into a blue flame. Liliana’s eyes widened. It was a much hotter and more powerful magic than the red flame that had burned the ginger a moment ago.
No, I’m correcting that. This was the way of the devil.
Liliana never forgets what she has experienced once. That is why she was able to embody the magic of the bullet twice.
Bang, bang, bang!
The bullets fired one after another burst into blue flames. Her steps became much lighter.
Then an accident happened.
“Ugh…!”
Liliana threw herself at Justinas, who was about to roll to the ground. She barely managed to catch it, but her limbs, which had absorbed the impact, were torn apart as they rolled on the stone floor.
“Liliana, are you okay?”
“It’s okay. Rather than that, you… … .”
As Liliana was checking on Justina’s condition, a small drain came into view.
The low hole between the building and the road seemed quite deep. It was a location I would not have found if I had not fallen.