Chapter 382

Chapter 382

The hand was a giant structure.
From a distance, it felt like an integral part of the creature, but up close, it felt different.
What to call this.
It was an odd looking building.
“Did the giants build this?
It looked like an illegal addition to a giant hand sculpture.
The five fingers were as tall as the spires of the Phileon.
His flat, wide palms were facing parallel to the sky.
The snotty, whitish surface made it look like it had been built with the hands of bald cubs.
“Let’s land.”
It seemed worth taking a closer look.
There was no other way to avoid drowning in the ocean.
I swung my sword toward the surface, which was getting closer and closer.
Pow!
A fiery blast of black energy collided with the seawater.
“Ugh—!”
It was bigger than expected.
There was an explosion like a land mine going off.
The shockwave hit him, and he bounced wildly.
Flying in an almost straight line, I was only stopped in my tracks when I landed on my back on the middle finger of a giant hand.
“Argh! Fuck!”
This one hurt a bit.
The vibration reverberated through my hand.
I landed in a swallow turn and rubbed my back.
Rin sighed.
“Reckless, as always.”
“Shouldn’t you have come anyway?”
“Of course you are. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead.”
He sounded confident.
I couldn’t agree more.
Every time this happens, I am reminded that I am not a normal person.
But what can you do.
I was born with the body to do this shit.
“You’re not dead.”
The palm was wide enough to walk around in.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see any cracks, but there were enough interesting elements to make it worthwhile.
“What’s an altar, anyway?”
“Oh yeah, that’s right, isn’t that finger kind of like that? Something keeps coming out of it.”
I pointed to the top of my finger with a chin gesture.
It was so high that I had to tilt my head all the way back.
At the top of each of the five fingers were pointed structures.
It even looked like a fingernail at first glance.
“Right.”
“I know I’ve seen that before—where was it?”
A five-pronged beam of light from the nail connected the sea and the sky.
The light contained the shimmering mana characteristic of Nebula Clage.
It was a car that wrestled with intense visions.
“Adren.”
Voila!
My finger snapped off on its own.
The moment of recollection is as lucid as clearing a sneeze that’s about to escape.
I’ve seen something similar before.
Once upon a time, I traveled with Asel and Schlieffen to the Dragon City of Adren.
In the sky tower where the dragon king Azidahaka resided.
“That beam came from the magic circle where the twins were performing their ritual, remember?”
“From the sounds of it, it does.”
This was many years ago.
Blinded by jealousy, the dragon king enlisted Nebula Clasier to give him the power to surpass Navarordje.
The scammers tricked the dragon king into performing a suspicious ritual.
A ritual to descend a bald giant under the guise of empowerment.
“I’m sure. That’s a signal to the bald world.”
“What’s the point? If, as you say, the world is already taken over by giants, there’s no need to come.”
“That’s something we’ll have to figure out.”
The question needed to be answered.
I delivered a light blow to the index finger in front of my eyes.
The blade that dug into the surface stopped in the middle.
“Oh?”
It was pretty solid.
But what I held was the sharpest sword in the world.
With a little pressure, the blade gently dug into the inner wall.
An oblique line has been drawn in the middle of your index finger.
The top slipped along the cut and fell into the ocean.
Pfft!
A bright red spray shot up into the air.
The rays have been reduced to four.
The water was clear, so I could see my finger sinking.
“What, nothing.”
I was a little disappointed.
I thought for sure something was going to happen.
He was about to cut off the rest of his fingers when he realized what he had done.
Kaaaaaaaah!
Suddenly, a bombastic roar rang out from behind me, like a dam bursting.
“What the fuck?!”
The sound wasn’t quite right.
I turned my head in surprise.
Black seawater gushed from the center of his vast palm.
It was like a whale spouting water.
“I think we should avoid it.”
Lin added.
I agree.
It was nothing compared to the previous wave.
I took refuge behind the severed index finger.
The seawater rose to the sky and swept across the palm of my hand.
“That’s scary.”
I watched the spectacle, hanging from the base of my fingers like a cicada.
The water was so turbulent that I felt like I was going to get swept away.
The random fountains only added to the already eerie color of the sea.
‘What’s in the mix? It’s not blood, is it?
The feel of wetting my face was unpleasant.
It was much thicker than the original red seawater.
The thick consistency really reminded me of blood, but I couldn’t smell or taste it.
The eruption didn’t end for another ten minutes or so.
I slid off my finger and walked over to where the seawater was spewing.
“Hole—.”
In the center of his palm was a giant hole.
The seawater came from here.
It seemed to me that something with a significant diameter would be able to reach the bald giants.
It was quite deep, and the bottom was in darkness.
I was in the middle of peering into the hole.
“Ronan.”
“Oops. Okay.”
Lin vibrated.
I shook my head.
Deep in the hole, I felt an unmistakable popchuck.
“I’m sure this time, it’s a creature.”
“Could it be one of those giants?”
“We’ll have to see about that. Here we go.”
“You’re going. Wait—”
Before Lynn could say anything.
I jumped into the hole with a light assist closing.
No sooner had he jumped than darkness enveloped him.
“Shit. What’s so high?”
I looked up and saw a hole that was already as small as the moon.
I could have sworn it was connected to the bottom of the ocean.
It seemed like it was getting faster and faster when it should have been slowing down.
No, it was actually getting stronger as it went down.
“I warned you I was reckless.”
“Don’t worry. This won’t kill you.”
But there was a chance of getting seriously hurt or being an asshole.
The wind was howling in my ears.
I drove my sword into the wall before it was too late.
Kagagagagak!
With a loud popping sound, the embers began to slow down.
The hilt of the sword rumbled in protest.
“It hurts. It hurts, you idiot.”
“Hang in there, you’ll get better with blood anyway.”
“Bad. You were so into him earlier. This is why you can’t date younger men. You act like you’re going to get stars, and then when you get tired of it, you drop it like a piece of chewing gum.”
“Damn, where’d you learn that shit? I mean, you’ve changed, you’ve become a man, and you’re pouty, but do you still read weird pornography and stuff?”
“Ugh.”
The vibration has stopped.
I felt like I’d hit the nail on the head.
Actually, I’ve always known that.
The noble lady of the sword had a surprising hobby: reading sensual novels.
“—— asshole. It’s not pornography, it’s romance.”
“That’s it. And the romance is bullshit. Is it a normal romance if it’s just that shit from the second chapter to the last? Let’s see, this perverted knife—”
“That, stop. Okay, stop.”
“Hang in there, you’re almost there. I’ll let you slice without circles later.”
Rin grunted, but stopped complaining.
This weakness will be exploitable in the future.
The popularity scale was getting closer and closer.
I felt like the pathway was getting narrower and narrower.
A minute or so passes.
“Okay, we’re here.”
Finally, the bottom has been revealed.
From the depths of the darkness, a dull glow emanated.
However, the shape of the floor was a bit odd.
A long, narrow line was carved into the flat surface.
I soon realized that the entire floor was a giant gate.
“What the hell. What the hell.”
It meant there was something beyond.
It was the moment when I grabbed the hilt of my sword to strike again.
Hundreds of holes appeared up the side wall where there was nothing.
“Huh?”
One area was the size of a horse’s ass.
I think it was originally closed, but it was dark and I didn’t even realize it was there.
This was before I even realized what was going on.
Kaaaaaaaah!
A torrent of water began to pour down the inside of all the holes.
“This is—!”
My eyes widened as I saw the rushing water.
To my surprise, what was coming through the hole was clean water.
The salty ocean smell was in the air.
“Didn’t I just suck all the life out of you?
It was the same waters I knew.
Dozens of questions flashed through my mind, but alas, I didn’t have time to dwell on them.
The warm waters swallowed me up in the blink of an eye.
“Kaboom!”
The word drowning stuck in my head.
With a creak of hinges, the gates beneath his feet opened.
Kurrrrrrr—!
Beyond the door, a thick, red liquid rose through the seawater.
“——!”
It was much thicker than what I saw on the palm of my hand.
The water was rapidly becoming colored.
Then a strong pressure began to push his body away.
At this rate, I was going to be kicked out along with the fountain I’d seen earlier.
“Let me lend you a hand, Varen.
I’ve come this far, and I can’t do that.
I haven’t replaced a core in a very long time.
A golden glow enveloped his limbs.
An auror of Varen that allowed him to unleash his powers.
“Grrr.”
I started to swim down.
The current was terribly strong, but the gift turned me into a salmon against the waterfall.
It was the moment I walked through the gates.
Bam!!!
The liquid subsided as the door closed again.
“Off!”
It was a near crash.
I was sprawled on the floor within seconds.
By the time I woke up cursing, the liquid was long gone.
“Nimi, what do you want me to do?!”
The drainage system was pretty damn good.
Sarante’s coat was dry, even though it was soaked through to the socks.
What else is here, anyway.
The darkness looks like a dungeon.
The gate we entered through was the ceiling.
You’re just starting to look around.
“Hey, is anyone there?”
“What?”
A voice rang out from not far away.
I reflexively turned my head away.
The center of the space.
So, there was a dainty young lady sitting in a place that was symmetrical to the gate overhead.
The woman, her limbs shackled, looked like me, soaked through.
“You are.”
I was amazed.
I recognized the face from memory.
An archbishop who remained until the end of the war and harassed the Allies.
The witch, who had lived for over a thousand years, was practically Abel’s right-hand man.
So the name is—.
“Letancier?”
“You know my name—! Are you Fantasia?! If not, then the Resistance?”
The woman whose name was called had a seizure.
I couldn’t see myself because I was wearing a thick eye patch.
There was no doubt.
That was Letancier, the archbishop of Nebula Clasier.
His head ended up in Schlieffen’s hands.
“I don’t know who you are, but please get me out of here–I can’t take it anymore–it’s painful to breathe–!”
Letancier shuddered.
There was no trace of his former majesty in his desperate gestures.
I was pleased, of course.
I figured this witch must know a lot.
Fantasia, Resistance, whatever.
“Okay. Let’s hear it.”
The blade shoots out.
An eye patch that was split in half fell to the floor.
A grimy but beautiful face emerged.
Ronan’s eyes locked with Letancier’s, and he froze in place.
“Are you—who are you?”