Chapter 403

I didn’t expect to be reunited like this.
I hadn’t seen him in four years.
Surprisingly, they don’t look much different than they did in the original world.
“It’s dirty big.”
I just thought it was big.
No matter how much I tilted my head, I couldn’t take in the whole body in one glance.
The other giants didn’t even make it to his index finger.
I felt like I could smash the altar I was standing on, the altar to the Source, with a single punch.
Eight wings were stirring up a violent storm, tearing the nearby clouds to shreds.
“Don’t be silly. You already caught me once.”
He tapped the hilt of his sword and muttered.
The gumshoe vibrating slightly meant that Lin was nervous.
It hadn’t happened since I’d felt the unmistakable gaze of the Winter Horn.
“Yeah. I know.”
Lin replied.
It was certainly a tough opponent.
It’s not like the bald guys you’ve been fighting.
If an entire race of giants fought this one, I would bet my entire fortune on the king’s victory.
The giants that had been saved from extinction by a narrow margin began to chatter and wait.
“O king.”
『How kindly you descend—!』
The greatsword in front of me was proving to be a great sword.
The chestpiece, which was nothing more than a wall at this distance, blocked my sword, but only managed to slash at me.
Of course, there’s a world of difference between a direct slash and a sword strike, but it was the first time a giant’s weapon hadn’t been destroyed.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t even hear your name then. What is the matter with you?”
I asked cheerfully, but no answer came.
The king stretched out his arms.
Kaaaaaah!
A beam of pure white light burst from the inside of his palm.
“An asshole.”
It was blocking the entire field of view.
I responded by holding the blade vertically instead of dodging.
A beam of light ripped in half, splitting the sky into thirds.
A beam of light over ten meters in diameter, even when divided, disintegrated anything it touched.
『——!』
“Ah—”
It looked like a hundred bald men had died.
Nothing is left where the beam swept through.
He didn’t seem to be a very good king, as he didn’t care about the lives of his subjects.
As soon as the beam broke, the greatsword flew out.
“Eek.”
It was a wide, sideways slash.
I kept my legs planted on the floor and leaned back on my haunches.
The blade grazed the bridge of his nose.
It was a sword blow a beat too late.
Kaaaaaaaah!!!
A crescent moon with a radius of several kilometers rose in the sky.
Once again, countless giants lost their lives.
Blood spurted and dismembered bodies fell.
The crescent moon slid to the horizon, dragging its blue tail.
“Moderation, asshole!”
I leaped to the king, bending and blooming like a molten iron.
Once again, the stabs of the greatsword rained down.
His posture is momentarily disoriented as he evades by a single sheet of paper.
The distance has closed.
Sensing the danger, he pulled back.
Snap!
In one swift swing, my blade sliced through his right eyeball.
“Aja!”
“Ugh.”
I shouted for joy.
He groaned for the first time.
Blue blood was pouring from its gaping pupils.
The blade blazed with the blood of the Bald King.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart. Are you willing to get serious now?”
“On the subject of beauty.”
The king gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.
All the giants around me began to converge on me…the battle was on.
****
“Haa—haa—no, they’re backing off!”
“Holy crap—are we alive?”
Letancier cleared his throat.
Abel collapsed, propping himself up with his sword.
His body was overheated, as if it would burst at any moment, having fended off the giants’ bombardment to the last.
White steam rose up the nape of his tanned neck.
“—I think so.”
Fantasia nodded.
He, too, was overwhelmed.
His once majestic antlers were now shattered to the point where he looked like an ordinary stag.
A double-edged axe from Gran Cappadocia had also been shattered, leaving only the sack.
“They’re not interested in us anymore.”
The giants were all flying toward where Ronan had disappeared.
Gathered around the source, they were so numerous that they appeared to be one giant, white sphere rather than individual entities.
Orsay, his head bobbing like a crane, frowned.
【——Looks like Ronan was half right, the king has descended】.
“Are you sure the king is—?! Shouldn’t I join him?”
[Kasehara?
Orse snorted.
Letancier could only say that because he wasn’t seeing the same things he was.
A sphere of giants.
Eight giant wings fluttering from its center, a black shadow fighting a lone battle.
Orse spoke with equal parts fear, awe, and trust in his voice.
【Our job is done. Let’s trust him.】
****
“How far do you think you can get away with this?”
The king was incredibly agile for his size.
He blocked the source with his body and unleashed a barrage of swordfire.
Each stroke created a storm.
Most of the giants that approached to join in were blown away by the wind.
“Damn it, don’t break the scaffolding.”
Everything else aside, there was nowhere to go but down.
I was fighting on top of a building that had been split in half, a temple to the Source.
The other side of the temple of origin was guarded by the Bald King and his men.
I righted myself and leapt again.
“Fuck you!”
Sword to sword.
Every time I divided the sum, a lightning bolt struck.
Sugakak!
A white line was drawn over the spot where the greatsword had slashed.
The hovering curve glowed with a light I’d never seen before.
“Huh?”
I was looking at it, wondering what it was.
Kaaaaaah!
In one fell swoop, the narrowed line exploded.
The swept giants met a disastrous end.
I’ve never seen anything like this before, and it seems like a newly acquired skill that I’ve gained from absorbing more souls than the world can handle.
It was just as I was walking away from the explosion.
The right flank came in too late to dodge.
Oh well, I can’t help it.
He spun his body as wide as he could and parried the blow.
“Boom!”
My body flew as if I’d been hit by a siege weight.
He also had a weight class that made it difficult for him to take big hits.
One of the bald men, who had a big head, took me into his body.
“You are—!”
“It saved my life.”
I muttered, and leaped at him, kicking him in the chest.
A giant with a hollow ribcage crashed to the ground, spitting up blood.
The distance has narrowed.
A lunging blow grazed the king’s side.
Yikes!
Blue, sticky blood gushed out like a fountain.
“Well, you’re a—.”
The king frowned.
Unfortunately, it didn’t cut through the guts.
I jumped right back into the fray and we evened the score.
Thunder roared, blood splashed.
Every now and then, they’d land a hit, and they’d carve scars on each other’s bodies.
‘He’s definitely gotten stronger. Damned bastard.’
I wiped the nosebleed that ran down my chin with my sleeve.
I was flying around here too, but the Bald King of this world, whose growth was unhindered, was far stronger than the one I killed.
The bald men were now in formation, unwilling to intervene.
Kaaaaang-!
We parted our swords, and they bounced back in antagonism.
I was about to run out the door when I was frozen in place.
The king, who had been raging like wildfire, stood still.
“Whoa–what are you doing?”
“…… What do we know about the Sun King.”
“What–in this situation–who cares about that?”
“Gohara.”
They don’t understand thinking, anyway.
I want to know if you think you’re going to win anyway.
I scratched my chin and stopped.
“I hate it. Fuck you.”
“What?”
“It’s annoying, and I already told the world that in the first place, so why bother explaining the same thing twice?”
It was only said in the first place to get the attention of the bald fuckers.
There was no reason for me to explain about the kindly frozen Sun King and Ceniel.
The king’s eyes narrowed.
“You dare—you will pay the price for deceiving me.”
“Try it.”
I spit on him.
Eight wings spread out at once.
It was an all-consuming frenzy.
I steadied myself by driving my sword into the floor.
Everything within a radius of several kilometers was swept away by the wind, except for the shrine to the source.
“Big…!”
The blood-soaked coat flapped frantically.
Soon, white particles gathered above the king’s head.
In an instant, hundreds of light spheres began to form.
Each one was slightly smaller than or about the same size as a greatsword.
The moment the king extended his index finger to me, all those weapons rained down like rain.
“Oh. Shit.”
This is a little tight.
My eyes lit up.
It was a temple and I was going to blow it to hell and back.
Something had to give.
Muttering to myself, I gripped the hilt of my sword.
“That’s it. There’s nowhere else to go.”
It was time to make a decision.
Sensing a crisis, Rin chirped loudly.
The attack would have destroyed the scaffolding anyway.
I took a slow, deep breath.
I could finally feel some tension.
“Hoo hoo hoo—.”
The weapons had gotten closer and closer.
With a plan in place, I kicked up my heels and jumped.
The light is near.
At the same time, a spear of light swooped down, shattering half of the temple without a trace.
The footholds disappeared, but I didn’t care.
There’s no going back, so we have to end it here somehow.
“Bald.”
I swung my sword throughout my comet-like surge.
The weapons and giants that stood in their way were disintegrating into hundreds of pieces in real time.
Suddenly, the road opened up and the king was revealed.
Here was the tricky part.
I swung my sword at his feet.
Boom!
Sword energy exploded, and my flying body accelerated once more.
For a moment, I felt a sensation that resembled space travel.
The king’s face appeared in the distance, right in front of me.
Pfft!!!
A sonic boom erupted from his back.
“What—.”
“So much for playing king of the fucking world!”
An echo rang out.
In that moment, I felt like a wall had been broken inside of me.
Time slows down.
The movement of the king’s hastily raised greatsword was perceived as slow.
You can see everything around you clearly, one by one.
“This is—.
I feel like the occasional sensation has been maximized.
Billions of shimmering particles littered the surroundings.
The king seemed to intend to rain down the attacks he had just made until I was dead.
I’m annoyed but forgiving.
It’s a thing of the past anyway.
The sword, the only one moving at its own speed, drew an arc.
A blue line was drawn over the king’s thick neck.
The sky opened up in front of me as I flew past him.
Angle-!
The lines parted and the king’s head shot into the air.