My World Is… (1)
Drdrdrdrk!
Ghislain clenched his teeth and tried to pull his arm out while drawing up his mana. But it wasn't easy.
Even with a sword lodged in his body, Lahamod was holding onto Ghislain with all his might.
Ghislain glared at Lahamod with a cold gaze.
Since the fight wasn't ending easily, it seemed Lahamod was willing to take damage as well.
However, Ghislain wasn't flustered. There were plenty of ways to escape. If he lacked the strength, he could simply cut off his wrist.
Astion wouldn't like it, but even with one hand gone, he could create a mana-powered prosthetic and live just fine.
And right now, he had an even better method.
"You made a mistake."
Ghislain poured mana into Gramdir with all his might.
Until now, his attacks had only grazed the surface due to the opposing energy, but with the sword now embedded inside Lahamod's body, it was a different story.
Fwaaah!
"Grrraaaagh!"
A seething groan erupted from Lahamod's mouth.
Ghislain's mana exploded from within Lahamod, tearing everything apart inside him.
No matter how extraordinary Lahamod's regenerative powers were, taking damage from the inside was dangerous.
But Lahamod didn't collapse easily.
He gritted his teeth and poured out his energy in streams. That energy wrapped around Ghislain, strongly binding and suppressing his movements.
In response, Ghislain released even more mana. He intended to destroy Lahamod from within and end the battle here.
And this wasn't happening only to them.
Kwa-jijijik!
Grondal's halberd dug into Tagmah's side.
"You bastard! What are you thinking…"
Grondal realized it too—Tagmah had deliberately taken the attack. He also released his energy and seized Grondal.
Both Ghislain and Grondal's movements were restrained.
As a result, Lahamod and Tagmah also found themselves in grave danger.
Actions this reckless wouldn't turn the tide of battle—if anything, they were a shortcut to death.
But Lahamod and Tagmah hadn't staked their lives to win the fight. They were betting everything on creating a single, decisive opportunity.
"Grraaggh…"
With bloodshot eyes, Lahamod suddenly burst forth with energy. Tagmah did the same.
KWAHHHHH!
But their energy didn't strike at Ghislain and Grondal. Nor did it target Deneb. It surged in a completely different direction.
Kwaaang!
Lahamod's attack struck Yulian, who was fighting Munareff.
Caught off guard, Yulian was thrown backward. Tagmah's energy forcefully pushed back Erenes.
Seizing that moment, Lahamod shouted loudly.
"Kill that woman!"
Kwaaaang!
The priest fighting Erenes immediately charged at Deneb. Munareff also changed direction.
Ghislain tried to move right away, but Lahamod's restraint still crushed down on him with immense force.
Lahamod had poured everything into holding Ghislain back, even at the cost of his life.
"Kh…!"
Ghislain gritted his teeth and unleashed strands of mana.
Fwaaah!
Hundreds of threads burst forth, wrapping around Munareff's body.
Even then, Ghislain didn't feel secure. He quickly turned his head—because the priest on Erenes's side was also moving.
But that priest was unexpectedly blocked by someone.
"Uwaaaaah!"
With a cry more akin to a scream, Lionel threw himself in front of the priest.
He had been supporting Erenes from behind. The fight was so intense that if he entered directly, he would only get in the way.
Ironically, this meant he hadn't been hit when Tagmah pushed Erenes aside.
He, too, knew Deneb had to be protected. He didn't like her, but that was separate from emotion.
However, with Lionel's skill, there was no way he could properly face a superhuman-level opponent. So he chose simply to block the way.
Kwaaaaang!
The two collided fiercely. Normally, Lionel would've been blown away.
But he endured the impact with all his might and held onto the priest.
Though the two of them rolled across the ground together, Deneb remained safe.
"You bastard!"
The priest raised a hand to strike Lionel. But he couldn't follow through.
Ssszzzz!
"Gaaaah!"
The holy power imbued in Lionel's body pierced into the priest with force.
The priest, already exhausted, was overwhelmed by burning agony.
He should have been ready to die and pour his energy into attacking Deneb. But the pain scattered all his focus.
"Get, get out of my way! You bastard!"
Grimacing in pain, the priest slammed his hand down on Lionel's head.
"Kugh…"
Lionel resisted the crushing force, hugging the priest even tighter. The priest then began pounding Lionel's head with his fist.
BANG! BANG! BAAANG!
Lionel poured out all his mana to withstand the blows, though he knew he couldn't last much longer. Still, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay conscious.
"Lionel!"
Erenes rushed over and attacked the priest. But the priest took the hit head-on and continued to focus solely on striking Lionel.
Taking out Deneb was the top priority, no matter what.
But thanks to Erenes, they had bought a little time. Ghislain turned his head back toward Munareff.
Trdrdrdrdrk!
Even while tangled in Ghislain's technique, Munareff kept pushing forward.
The momentary pause had lasted only a second.
Crack!
The mana threads snapped, and his body surged forward again.
Ghislain tried to bind him once more with threads of mana, but it only managed to slow him down a bit.
Thudthudthud!
Munareff broke through Ghislain's interference and charged toward Deneb.
Even slowed, he was a superhuman. In the blink of an eye, he could reach Deneb.
"Yulian!"
Only Yulian could stop him now.
At Ghislain's cry, Yulian quickly chased after Munareff.
But Munareff was still faster.
Deneb!
Yulian summoned every ounce of strength and hurled his body forward.
Had he ever exerted himself this much in his life?
His flesh felt like it was tearing, his muscles ripping apart. But he didn't care—he kept running.
Still, his hand didn't reach Munareff's back.
Ghislain continued to bind Munareff's body, but it wasn't enough to stop him.
More and more, Munareff's hand reached toward Deneb.
Crack!
Yulian's body creaked as though screaming under the strain.
But he couldn't stop. His entire will was focused not on chasing Munareff… but on protecting Deneb.
Fwaaaaah…
In that instant, Yulian felt something strange.
As if time itself had been cut off—everything around him began to slow.
Munareff, Ghislain, Grondal.
The shouts drenched in blood, the ragged breathing, even the wind brushing past his skin.
Everything slowed.
'This is…'
He didn't know why, but at that speed, he felt like he could finally catch up to Munareff.
However—
It was as if he had sunk into the deep sea. His body was heavy, and a suffocating pressure weighed him down.
His consciousness had reached the gap in time, but his body couldn't keep up.
A divide between mind and body.
That gap pierced into him like despair.
Only then did Yulian realize.
This was how a superhuman perceived time.
And that he, himself, was not yet one of them.
It was merely a coincidence—his focus and immersion had reached their peak, causing this phenomenon.
'A superhuman…'
He had to reach that realm. Only then could his body follow this mental perception of time.
But becoming a superhuman wasn't something you could achieve just by wanting it. If it were that easy, he would've done it long ago.
'Deneb…'
Munareff's body was drawing closer and closer to Deneb.
Dragging his heavy body forward, Yulian could do nothing but watch.
Drdrdrdrk…
Munareff stretched out his hand. Darkness slowly began to gather in his palm.
In just a moment, Munareff's hand would shatter Deneb.
"No... don't…"
Yulian clenched his teeth. He tried to stop Munareff somehow.
One step, another step. He moved forward with great difficulty.
Even so, Yulian couldn't close the distance between them.
Unless he was a superhuman, bridging that gap was impossible.
'Ghislain…'
—To become a superhuman, you have to establish a world of your own.
That's what Ghislain said about reaching the stage of a superhuman.
Though he always clearly pointed the way, that part he had left vague.
—Some reach it by holding onto a strong belief, but that's not the only way. Some realize it while eating, others reach it just by relentlessly training.
—That's why I said, you have to establish a world of your own. The reason for breaking through the wall is different for each person.
—So how do you do it? That's the one thing I can't explain clearly. It's something you have to realize for yourself.
Naturally, Yulian and Kyle couldn't understand what he meant. It was too abstract, too vague.
Even though Yulian had reached the highest level, he always remained just short of that threshold.
'My world…'
He was just a nobody from a rural village.
No grand ambitions, nor any strong desires toward something.
He had lived as an orphan, barely surviving through hunger and cold, scorn and neglect.
Then, he met his friends.
Kyle, rough around the edges but hearty and bold. Astion, who seemed a bit insane but was strangely knowledgeable.
And… Deneb, who had always protected and cared for him since they were children.
Thanks to those friends, he didn't stray down the wrong path.
It was Astion who changed their ordinary lives.
—The prophet that once entered me said so! That we are the ones who will save the world!
No one believed Astion. They thought he was just a weird friend making a fuss.
But Astion, full of strange knowledge, taught them how to grow stronger. Under his guidance, they gradually gained strength.
Deneb often said to them:
—Let's use this strength to help those in need.
Yulian nodded to her words.
Saving the world sounded too grand, but that much he could do.
He knew how painful it was to live without power, having experienced such a life himself. So he felt no resistance to the idea.
So he worked hard to live helping people. That's how he met Ghislain, and how he had come this far.
The idea that someone like him, a nobody, could save the world still felt unreal.
But since Ghislain said the same thing, he just kept trying to become such a person.
He had lived helping the weak and punishing evil.
Then, was that his world?
'...…..'
Honestly, it didn't feel right.
Even though he'd lived by that belief all this time.
The goal of helping others hadn't yet led him to the superhuman realm.
It was simply a way of life, not a world that defined him.
Then what must he do? How could he break through that wall and reach the superhuman state?
Time, which had been slowing, now seemed completely stopped.
Within that moment, Yulian ran through countless thoughts, traced back through his past, but he couldn't find the answer.
Until suddenly…
A long-forgotten memory passed through his mind.
—Eat this. I'm fine.
A girl handed a piece of bread to a boy with a haggard face.
Though she herself looked emaciated from starvation, she smiled as she shared what little she had.
The boy, collapsed on the street from hunger, was able to keep living thanks to that small piece of bread the girl gave him.
—It's okay to sleep here. I'll keep it a secret.
When she found the boy trying to secretly sleep in someone's storage shed, the girl brought him her blanket and covered him with it.
Thanks to her, he survived the cold winter and didn't freeze to death.
—It's okay to cry when you want to.
When the boy was falsely accused by villagers and quietly held back tears in a corner, the girl came beside him and gently comforted him.
Thanks to her words, the boy cried in front of someone for the first time in his life.
—Don't ever let go of this hand.
One day, when a massive fire broke out in the village, the boy, working as a servant, was trapped inside the flames.
The timid boy cowered in fear in a corner. The girl rushed to find him and pulled him out by the hand.
Thanks to her, he narrowly escaped and survived. With a soot-blackened face, she smiled brightly at him.
—Don't worry. I'll protect you.
The girl was kind and strong.
The boy relied on her and trusted her deeply. He grew up under her care.
Even after he became stronger than her, he always followed her words.
Helping those in need, living kindly—those ideals were all beliefs that she had led him to.
The boy never resisted. The boy never doubted.
Because that was how he had learned to live in this world.
—I'll protect you.
Just like she once said, the boy wanted to do the same. And more than anything else, he truly wished for it.
To always protect her…
To become stronger than anyone else.
'Ahh…'
Only then did the boy understand.
My world is…
It wasn't about belief, goals, or desires.
'Deneb.'
It was only ever you.
KWAHHHHHH!
From Yulian's eyes, a radiant blue light burst forth.
At the same time, his body rapidly surged toward Deneb.
His body was no longer heavy.
There was nothing left to bind him.
Only…
'Just a little more.'
He had to be faster. Munareff's hand was already reaching for Deneb.
Fwaaaaaah…
Suddenly, spirits began to appear around Yulian.
Beings that had been dwelling in the unseen world revealed themselves, drawn by Yulian's will.
They were still weak, but more than anyone, they listened to Yulian's sincerity.
Like breathing, the spirits gently pushed Yulian's back.
Their touch was soft and warm, but within it lay the laws of the world.
And in that moment—
The world responded to Yulian's wish.
Fwaaah!
His body cut through space like a streak of light.
***
Munareff wore a triumphant smile.
Finally, he could kill the cursed woman with holy power.
As long as his hand reached her, it would all be over. He believed that, and reached out with full conviction—
Thud!
Something blocked his hand. His hand had pierced through another's back.
Sensing something wrong, Deneb halted her prayer. Slowly, she lifted her head.
"Y-Yulian…"
Yulian stood in front of her, Munareff's hand having pierced through his chest.
Deneb's eyes trembled in disbelief at the scene. She staggered to her feet, unable to believe what she saw.
Yulian simply smiled. As if this were nothing at all.
Just as he always did, he looked at her and smiled gently.
Slowly, Yulian raised his hand and caressed Deneb's tearful cheek.
And quietly, he spoke.
"Don't worry… I… I'll protect you."
"Y-Yulian."
Deneb held onto his faltering body. Yulian's complexion rapidly turned pale.
His chest was pierced, the darkness devouring him, leading him to death.
"N-No… don't…"
Tears streamed endlessly down Deneb's face.
She couldn't let Yulian die like this. She couldn't lose him like this.
He had promised he would always protect her.
"Yulian—!"
So the girl…
Desperately wished for him to live.
Kurrrrrrrng!
Darkness thickened, covering the skies over Valskrum.
The black clouds swallowed the heavens, thunder shook the earth.
But it wasn't a sign of despair.
Fwaaah!
The sky split open.
From between the darkened clouds, divine light burst through.
And that radiant, glorious light—
Poured down upon Deneb.
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