The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 160



Salvation

“My faithfulness and faith are stars that shine even in the infinite darkness, and they are swords that defeat evil···.”

I don’t know why I have to recite this passage.

However, if you do not recite this phrase in the game, you will only be reciting it because you cannot pierce the small, delicate heart embedded in the giant heart.

“I will not yield to evil.”

All I know is that this is the first verse recited by those who wish to become knights at the foot of the cross, and that the owner of the small, delicate heart that our swords will pierce is the Primal Virgin.

“I will swing my sword until the moment my soul burns.”

Thump thump.

As I recite all the verses, my small, delicate heart, which had been quiet, begins to beat as if it has been given life.

Sigh.

He pierced her small, delicate heart with the sword he was holding with Lily.

Phew!

Then, crimson blood spurted out like a fountain,

Kkiyaaah!

A ferocious roar burst out from within the giant heart, as if eardrums were being torn apart.

Flash!

Soon, a swarm of crimson lights exploded and my vision briefly blinked.

When I opened my eyes again, countless pure white souls were floating in the air, dyeing the bloody background pure white.

“This is···.”

“These are the souls that were captured here. No, to be exact, they are the souls of the unfortunate ones who were unable to die even after death and became the driving force of that heart.”

“What the heck is that heart···.”

“The evil god Bulginus. One of the four hearts he had.”

As I said that, I still screamed and looked at the huge heart that was slowly, pitifully, and miserably collapsing.

“As far as I know, the owner of the heart we stabbed with our swords is···.”

I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether I should tell the truth I learned while playing the game, and then opened my mouth again.

“She was the saint of the beginning.”

“How could that be···.”

“You said you sacrificed it. If you left that heart alone, which was the only one that wasn’t sealed, there was a high chance that the evil spirit would descend again, so you sealed that heart with your own.”

“That fact is not recorded anywhere···.”

“I wish I could do that myself.”

I continued speaking, caressing my small heart that was slowly stopping moving and a faint cloud of pure white light still remaining.

“I did it because I was afraid that the person I loved would not allow me to make this sacrifice, and because I knew better than anyone that the person would not stay still if they found out about it, so that’s why I did it.”

“I want to say that I don’t understand… but… I think I can understand a little bit now.”

For some reason, I can’t help but chuckle as I look at Lily, who has her face reddened and her head bowed.

“She wanted to continue her will as a saint even though her soul was possessed. The divine power that Lady Lily used was part of that. Actually, it doesn’t make sense. Black magic with healing properties.”

“That means···.”

“Although the saints were exploited and abused here by the followers of the Chaos Cult, it may have been what she had hoped for. That her divine power would bring hope to many.”

“I really… didn’t know anything.”

This is something I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t played the game, but for some reason I really wanted to tell Lily.

So we take a moment to be silent and honor someone’s sacrifice.

Hwaak.

A blast of pure white light burst out from the heart, and soon a faint wind blew.

“uh···.”

Lily and I looked ahead, wondering what it was, with our mouths open and dumbfounded expressions on our faces.

It was worth it. All we could see was the figure of a woman approaching us with her pure white wings spread.

She was smiling at us through tears.

[—-.]

I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but I thought I understood one thing.

She was thanking us, and she was touching Lily’s untouchable forehead and giving her blessings.

How long did I stare at that sight? She, who had been giving off a warm vibe to Lily, turned her gaze towards me and began to slowly disappear with a bright smile.

[If it’s you··· destiny···.]

A beautiful voice could be heard faintly. I couldn’t hear exactly what it was saying, but I knew it was blessing my future.

“···.”

And then she disappeared completely from sight.

“Mr. Caramel.”

In the midst of all this, Lily’s voice is heard.

When I turned my head to look, Lily had tears in her eyes and nodded to the people around her with a pretty smile.

“and···.”

As I looked around, the world was changing.

The once blood-red lake had become a transparent and clear lake, and the once dark catacombs had transformed into a beautiful temple.

“I knew this was a temple in the beginning, but it feels new to see it in person.”

“Mr. Camel, you know so much. Sometimes I wonder where all that knowledge comes from.”

“Well···.”

That’s because I’m a veteran who’s played the game for over 10,000 hours.

Unable to answer, I mumbled and scratched my head with my fingers.

“Well, what does that matter? What I see, this very moment, is so beautiful.”

Was it some kind of consideration? Lily held my hand tightly and, with a brighter smile than ever, enjoyed the scenery of the world changing into a girlish appearance.

“Certainly… the architectural style seems to have been more beautiful in the past.”

For some reason, I felt embarrassed and we looked at the scenery together while talking nonsense.

“Phew, what I said was beautiful wasn’t things like architecture or scenery, Mr. Camel.”

“Then what is beautiful···?”

I tilted my head and looked at Lily,

“Camel, this moment with you.”

Lily opened her perky lips as she stared into my eyes,

“I said it was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen or experienced.”

I covered the lips that had finished speaking with mine.

Warm and moist feeling.

Their eyes closed and their hands wrapped around each other’s waists.

****

The main hall of the Daeshinjeon, where the statue of the god of heaven looks down on everyone.

There, a fierce battle was taking place between the fallen and the non-fallen.

“Kiyaaak!”

“You little b*stards! Did you really think you could kill us!”

“Kehehehe! God of heaven! The only god we have is the evil one!”

The fallen ones, not at all ashamed of their corruption, were fighting against the crusaders who were swinging their swords at them, spewing out their magic energy.

“Ugh···!”

“Maintain formation!”

“The wounded, back, heal the priests quickly···!”

The Crusaders were having a hard time against the Fallen.

Also, the Pope, Franco and Michelangelo were unable to avoid the classics.

“Click, click, Franco. You’re clearly going crazy. If you had just been a dog and behaved like that, you could have survived, but you’re showing your teeth and foolishly asking for your own death.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Well, I appreciate it. Thanks to you, after today, one of us will be able to take the position of Pope.”

“How ridiculous. Even though you are a Crusader, and even though you trusted Master Michelan, you still think that you can cut down our apostles of sin with your old, aging body and a sword.”

The three cardinals, who looked more like monsters than humans, were pushing the exhausted Pope and Dean Michelangelo with their hideous bodies.

“Haa, haa… Are you okay, Your Holiness?”

“You seem more tired than old me, ku, kuluck!”

The Pope and Director Michelangelo were gasping for breath as they desperately tried to fend off the attacks of the corrupt cardinals.

“These crazy old farts!”

In the midst of all this, a pure white line is drawn on the body of a cardinal.

Choaaak!

Amidst the splatter of blood, a boy with a solid line drew his face and came forward, breathing heavily, in front of the Pope and Director Michelangelo.

“Duran···.”

“Is everyone okay? This situation seems to be worse than I thought.”

Duran looks around and raises his sword.

Duran’s words were true. The Crusaders, known as the Sword of Heaven, were being pushed back by the corrupted ones who had directly acquired power from sin, and the number of casualties was steadily increasing.

“Kekeke, you’re the next saint, swinging a sword that’s quite sharp.”

Like a cardinal who taps his wound with his finger while it is being cut but is still growing again, the fallen ones did not fall even after being cut down, but kept running again.

“I’ve been feeling affection for you all this time, so I’m thinking of giving you a chance. What do you think? Why don’t you try changing your mind this time?”

“Tsk tsk.”

“Kill kill.”

As the cardinal who had been cut by Duran’s sword shrugged his shoulders and laughed, the two cardinals next to him also looked at the Pope with mocking laughter.

Duran saw that sight.

chuck.

He raised his middle finger and spat bloody phlegm onto the floor.

“···Oh, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, Duran, you really are a waste of the title of the next saint. You’re so frivolous···.”

“The frivolous one is probably you, the one who follows this woman around and harasses that woman. Why do you talk so much? Just die quietly.”

“Ha, if that’s what you want, I have no choice but to tear off all the limbs of you and those around you, and eat them! Remember! If your beloved sister’s naked body is teased by all things, it will be all your fault···!”

Gulp.

Duran swallowed dryly and raised his sword at the cardinal… no, the devil, who was rushing at him in anger.

If only he had tried just a little harder, just a little harder, wouldn’t he have been able to take down those authors?

While chewing over such small foolishness in my heart.

“I will not yield to evil.”

Duran muttered and stomped away.

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“I will swing my sword until my soul burns.”

Captain Michelangelo also jumped up from his seat, his sword raised high.

“···!”

Pope Franco swung his white-hot sword, squeezing out what little divine power he had left.

That moment.

Hwaaak!

A swarm of pure white light began to illuminate the main hall through the large windows.

“Huh? Kwaaak!”

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Ah, no···!”

Those who were corrupted by the glare stopped moving and covered their eyes as if in pain.

“In the light···.”

The fallen ones who are cut by the sword or who are unable to overcome the light and are perishing.

Pope Franco, who was looking at the scene, muttered with a blank expression.

“There will be salvation···.”

It doesn’t exist, so I won’t believe it.

Franco, who had thought that way his entire life, only realized it today.

Salvation, which I thought did not exist in this world, actually existed in this world.