Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 272

C272. Purity and Jealousy (5)

 

“…Huh?”

A blue radiance enveloped his entire body.

Alon Palatio involuntarily let out a surprised murmur as he looked at the necklace.

Just now, when he had ascended to deliver the final blow against the Sin.

The fact that the necklace suddenly began to emit that blue light only generated doubt in him for an instant.

[There is no time.]

A voice was suddenly heard behind him, and immediately Alon realized that the owner of that voice was the goddess Sironia.

“…Goddess?”

He hesitated for only a moment, but Alon postponed his questions.

First, he had to finish off the Sin in front of him.

It was the perfect opportunity.

For some reason, the instant he ascended toward the sky, the Sin of Jealousy and Envy —who should have been flailing its arms to attack him— remained completely motionless, its gaze fixed on the void.

Alon carefully observed the Sin.

Its appearance was very different from what he had seen in Psychedelia.

The body born inside a shattered cocoon had not managed to fully form: its arms and legs were abnormally long, its face lacked the minimal intelligence that a Sin should possess.

A monster too incomplete to call it a Sin.

Alon let out a sigh of relief.

Even such a defective Sin could wield an absurd power.

If a complete one had been born… it would be an unimaginable nightmare.

He didn’t even want to think about it.

[Listen carefully. You have to blow its head off in a single strike. By any means.]

The headache caused by the backlash of Reverse Heaven was starting to throb, but at the goddess’s words, Alon nodded and briefly meditated.

And when that decision became firm—

Krak!

Blue lightning leaped across his entire body.

Two horns began to sprout above his head.

At the same time, a chilling cold emerged from the Hand Thunder Seal on his fingers and spread around him.

And then, what he took between his hands was—

Pajijijijik!

A dark blue lightning bolt.

An electric spear that expanded in all directions as if connecting the earth with the sky.

A spear made solely of lightning.

But Alon knew it.

It was the best he could create… but it still wasn’t enough to defeat the Sin in front of him.

So he chose something else.

“Thunder… Arrangement…”

To add more power to the spear.

He had never tried it.

It was foolish.

It was dangerous.

A single word mispronounced…

and that invaluable opportunity could vanish.

Even knowing it—

Alon opened his mouth.

He had no other choice.

He had to push himself beyond the limit.

The spear in his hands began to grow.

The lightning that only illuminated the ruins of Rosario now tore the sky and poured light over the entire city.

But it did not stop.

More.

A little more.

Just a little more.

The spear grew.

More.

More.

A little more.

And so, with an infinite amount of mana poured out without restraint—

A gigantic spear that divided Rosario in two was born.

It covered the Milky Way of the dark sky.

It blocked out the blue moon that illuminated the night.

A dark blue lightning spear rested in Alon’s hands.

A lightning spear fueled by an amount of mana unimaginable for the usual Alon.

Not even he himself knew how powerful it was.

After all, pouring mana without control did not guarantee greater destructive power.

It was an incomplete magic.

An improvised theory, built only with the knowledge accumulated up to this moment.

That’s why he couldn’t be sure.

But there was one absolute truth:

This was the best he could do.

Heaven’s Revelation (천계).

Alon threw the spear.

The blue radiance enveloped the gigantic electric spear.

And then, the dark sky split in two.

Inside that slash…

a sky so clear and blue that it seemed impossible was revealed.

Then—

Hee-juk—

As if he had seen something truly amusing,

the eyes watching from behind Alon curved, showing a distorted smile.

And then—

Light enveloped the world.

When the white radiance disappeared—

The first thing Alon saw, already back on the ground after finishing Reverse Heaven,

was the Sin with only half a skull remaining.

He frowned and tried to activate Reverse Heaven again, but stopped.

The Sin’s body was slowly disintegrating into dust.

It was its disappearance.

Upon confirming it, Alon exhaled a sigh of relief.

[…I’m sorry, my child.]

Sironia still remained behind Alon.

Her murmur confused him, until he suddenly understood something.

The Sin’s eyes, which were empty before, now held a trace of reason.

Alon, surprised, watched as the Sin, in a clear voice —very different from its monstrous shrieks— said with difficulty:

“Don’t be sad, Goddess. Simply…”

“…my choice was the wrong one…”

And he got a revelation.

The reason why the Sin of Jealousy and Envy had stopped its attack at that moment.

Then, the light from the necklace went out, and Sironia’s figure disappeared.

The blue light in the Sin’s eyes also faded.

“Tha… nk you…”

Its last word.

Afterward, it lost its reason again.

And then its body began to rust and disappear faster.

Alon lowered his head and let out a sigh.

[With this… it doesn’t… end—]

“Eyadia.”

A sudden voice made Alon look up.

[Pro… te—]

The Sin was still there, disappearing.

With those grey, unreasoning eyes, it opened its mouth toward Alon.

[…ct…]

In a spine-chilling voice.

“Pro… tect?”

Alon asked.

But he got no answer.

The Sin’s face disintegrated.

Its unreasoning eyes looked at Alon.

Then, slowly, it looked up at the sky.

And finally—

The Sin disappeared completely.

Alon remained in the middle of the world reduced to ruins, silently looking at the spot where that being had vanished.

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Meanwhile, when Alon killed the Sin—

 

“Impossible… no… it can’t be…”

The Apostle —who moments before had celebrated even though his own neck had been cut when the Sin awoke—

was now fleeing desperately, panicked.

With clumsy movements, his new limbs made of white flesh emerged from his neck propelled him to run.

“Everything, everything is that bastard’s fault. That… that that that that~!! It’s his fault it’s his fault it’s his fault it’s his fault it’s his fault—”

He kept repeating the same thing as he ran into the forest like a madman.

The one who always acted calmly now only showed confusion and fear.

Even enveloped in the certainty of defeat—

I can still run away… I can start over… if I take a little longer, I can still summon him again… yes… that will be enough…

But his hope ended when—

KWAJIK!

“GRAAAAH!”

A black hand emerged from the ground and shattered his leg.

He rolled on the floor, desperate to get up while regenerating the limb.

But—

KWAJIK!

Another black hand emerged from the ground and broke his leg again.

“GRAAAAH!”

Amidst agonizing screams, the Apostle turned his head, terrified.

Two figures were slowly approaching.

A woman whose golden eyes shone even in the night. (Seolrang)

A man who made black hands surge everywhere while bowing his head. (Nangwon)

Like heralds of death.

“Hi—”

A metallic screech escaped the Apostle’s mouth.

Terror filled his eyes.

Then—

“…!”

Seolrang and Nangwon, who until recently were expressionless, opened their eyes wide.

They stopped, tense, looking past the Apostle.

He, confused by the sudden change, also looked back.

“…Purity. No, I don’t need to hide it anymore.”

“Wrath.”

A strange voice sounded.

The Apostle turned desperately and saw him.

The Apostle of Wrath was there.

With his inseparable black hood that prevented any trace of identity from being seen.

Watching him from above.

“Help me… please… quickly… eliminate those two…”

The Apostle of Jealousy and Envy spoke with excitement and hysteria.

But Seolrang and Nangwon frowned.

They, who considered themselves among the ten strongest in this world…

Felt something strange.

…What is that?

An instinctive fear.

It wasn’t a doubt of “can we beat him?”

It was a certainty:

If they fought now… they would die.

Therefore, their bodies tensed.

“I’m going to start over… I’ll kill those two and start over… this time… in a perfect state… for Him—”

Jealousy sneered at them as he spoke.

And then—

PASEOK!

“…Ah?”

A strange sound was heard from an improper place.

Jealousy looked down.

A hand.

A slender, bloody hand had pierced his body from within his white flesh.

Confused, he looked up at Wrath.

But, as always, he couldn’t see anything.

Only the black hood.

He couldn’t see his face.

Nor his emotion.

Nor his motive.

He couldn’t understand it.

“Why…?”

And then, with already unstable ears, he heard—

“Your role ends here.”

Wrath’s murmur.

And then—

PASEOK!

Jealousy burst like a bomb.

He couldn’t even scream.

His body disappeared without a trace.

Seolrang and Nangwon watched it with stunned expressions.

“Forgive me for stealing your prey. But I hope you understand.”

Wrath’s voice reached them.

“I wanted to be the one to kill him.”

Just because… he bothered me a little.

With that murmur, the Apostle of Wrath disappeared.

As if he had never been there.