There Is No World For ■■
Chapter 127: Crossroads of Revenge (5)

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“…”

The Player was unable to hide his shock.

He glanced back and forth between Dung Beetle and his sword, his face twisting in confusion.

“What the hell…!”

He muttered as he clenched and unclenched his sword, seemingly running through countless possibilities in his mind while chewing on his lower lip.

The shock of having his swordsmanship stolen right before his eyes was written all over his face.

Not one to miss the opportunity, Dung Beetle began circulating mana throughout his body to heal the injuries he had sustained so far.

The bleeding stopped first, then the bullet wounds sealed up, and finally, the cuts made by the sword were mended.

His overwhelming Regeneration ability was on full display.

While the Player’s expression grew increasingly distorted at the sight, Dung Beetle finished his healing and took a deep breath.

Whoo—

As his body returned to its optimal condition and his mana realigned itself, the milky-white sword aura grew even stronger, illuminating the sewer.

It was clear to anyone that his Sword Aura was now far superior to the Player’s.

“Now then, shall we begin again, Player?”

Dung Beetle’s golden eyes turned dark with cold determination as he calculated the distance between them. One move with the Flying Kick technique and he could plunge his sword into the Player’s neck.

- Kill him.

As he saw the Player take a subtle step back, the Killing Aura began to whisper in Dung Beetle’s mind.

- Dismember him. Cut open his stomach, pull out his intestines, and trample all over his corpse swiftly and brutally, just like he did to your family.

Even as Dung Beetle agreed with it internally, he didn’t let go of his rationality. Now was the time to keep his blade cold.

He didn’t know when he would ever come across another opportunity like this.

And if he let the Player escape now, it would lead to a long, grueling chase.

So…

Come what may, I have to kill him here.

Having made his resolve, Dung Beetle kicked off the sewer floor.

Step! Step!

Combining his mana from the Surging Wave technique with the Feather Step, he closed the distance in an instant.

His sword, wrapped in a milky-white sword aura, sliced through the sewer air.

Boom!

Their swords clashed, and the Sword Auras of the same color shuddered as if on the verge of breaking. And the one being pushed back this time was the Player. ŖÅɴ𝙤ΒΕ𝓢

It wasn’t just a matter of strength. With each exchange of identical sword movements, Dung Beetle’s sword always traced the path slightly before the Player.

The Player couldn’t believe it. The same method he had used to dominate Dung Beetle earlier was now being turned against him.

However, unlike the Player who had simply been toying with Dung Beetle, Dung Beetle came at him with a singular purpose.

Execution.

The moment the Player showed the smallest opening, Dung Beetle’s sword dug into his thigh.

A deep gash formed on his right leg. Though it barely missed cutting into the bone, losing balance was inevitable.

Using the opportunity to the fullest, Dung Beetle swung his sword upward.

The Player reflexively raised his sword to block it, but that turned out to be a fatal mistake.

Because Dung Beetle had been aiming for his hand right from the start.

Splat!

As his right hand gripping the sword was severed, blood gushed forth like a fountain.

There was a mix of shock and pain in his eyes as the milky-white sword aura reflected in them.

Then, without any hesitation, Dung Beetle swung his sword at the Player’s neck.

However, the next moment, the Player’s left hand pulled a Teleport Stone from thin air.

Flash!

Light burst forth from the stone, enveloping the Player’s body.

As the Mountain Tear tore through the air, the light from Teleport Stone began to rapidly shoot beyond the sewers.

Unfazed, Dung Beetle unleashed his Flying Kick technique and chased after the light.

While it was impossible to outrun the Teleport Stone at his speed…

This will be enough to prevent his next move.

His prediction was spot on. Even after the Player finished teleporting, the distance between him and Dung Beetle was still less than 10 meters.

“Damn it.”

Watching Dung Beetle rush toward him, the Player pulled out another Teleport Stone and activated it.

Flash!

Over and over again.

Despite teleporting repeatedly, he couldn’t find the time to staunch his bleeding or prepare his next move.

“That crazy bastard!”

It was now a race against time—would Dung Beetle be the first to run out of stamina, or would the Player exhaust his supply of Teleport Stones?

Experiencing this unimaginable war of attrition firsthand, the Player gritted his teeth. To think that his precious Teleport Stones were being squandered like this!

Damn it, if only I had 30 more seconds…

As he continued to waste his Teleport Stones, the Player found himself deep in thought.

But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he struggled to come up with a solution.

Because even among numerous strategies stored in his mind, there was no information about a lunatic who could replicate techniques in real time.

What should I do? How can I…?

Just as the Player was about to activate another Teleport Stone …

Psssshhh!

An ice spear flew in from the other side of the sewer and pierced his left hand.

“Arrrrggghhh!”

The Magic Stone fell to the ground and the hate-filled face of Dung Beetle and the milky-white Sword Aura closed in rapidly.

Just as the Player instinctively squeezed his eyes shut…

“Kyaaaackk!”

A Fiend burst out from beside the sewer. The massive monster hurled itself directly at Dung Beetle.

Swoosh!

Dung Beetle sliced Fiend’s body in half in an instant, but that was just the beginning.

Awwwwwoooooo!

Next, a horde of zombies surged forth from the darkness, overwhelming Dung Beetle alongside the Fiend.

There were more than dozens of them in sight.

On witnessing the horde fill the sewer in an instant, the Player felt a surge of joy.

I survived!

He immediately smashed his left hand against the ground, shattering the ice spear.

A horrendous pain surged through him, but the adrenaline flooding his head and the fear of death kept his body moving.

Clang, clang!

After having managed to chip off enough ice, he was finally able to move his fingers to pull out a brilliant glowing red potion from his ‘inventory’.

And just as he brought the red potion to his lips, the comet light erupted from Yeomyeong’s Blade.

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Shortly after Yeomyeong and the Player had disappeared deep into the sewer, the Saintess glanced at Seti, who was approaching while dragging Jeon Yunseong from behind, and asked.

“D-Did you… kill him?”

Held by the scruff of his neck, Jeon Yunseong didn’t even twitch—no matter how you looked at it, he resembled a corpse.

The Saintess seemed shocked that her classmate might be dead, but Seti appeared indifferent.

“He’s not dead.”

“But he looks dead…?”

“Unless you rip his neck bone out, he won’t die from something like this.”

And as if to prove her point, Seti tossed Jeon Yunseong into a corner of the sewer.

When the Saintess checked on him, he was indeed still breathing, and even his bullet wounds were slowly being healed.

“His Regeneration ability…?”

Though not quite at the level of Yeomyeong, who was even able to withstand a dragon’s attack head on, Jeon Yunseong’s Regeneration ability was still far beyond that of a normal human.

He didn’t seem this strong back when they met at the Superhuman Olympia.

Should I just shoot him again before he wakes up?

As the Saintess pondered over this, fiddling with her revolver, Seti hoisted a massive hammer, about the average height of a dwarf—reaching up to her chest—over her shoulder as she spoke.

“I’m going to help Yeomyeong now. You stay here and keep watch.”

“What? You’re going alone?”

“…Having more people will just be a nuisance in this cramped sewer.”

Just as Seti was about to rush off in the direction Yeomyeong had disappeared, the Saintess grabbed her skirt.

“…I want to go too.”

“No.”

Her rejection was sharp and cold. The Saintess hesitated, glancing at Seti, Soe Miri, and Jeon Yunseong.

Trying to persuade her, Seti said.

“Don’t make decisions based on emotions. I’m the only one who can keep up with Yeomyeong’s pace, so it’s better if I’m the only one who goes. It’d be more efficient if you stay here and protect the others…”

“…Soe Miri alone is enough to protect Jeon Yunseong.”

The Saintess pointed to Soe Miri, who had been silently staring off into the distance but finally turned her head now.

“I’d rather not do that either.”

“…What?”

“I don’t want to be left alone with this guy.”

The Saintess muttered, ‘O Five Gods,’ as she swept her white hair back.

“Why not? He likes you. Anyone with eyes can clearly see that.”

Though she didn’t say it out loud, the Saintess’ tone clearly implied: ‘So stop flirting with Yeomyeong and just get lost.’

Soe Miri smiled bitterly.

“Even so, I’m really not into Americans…”

“…What’s wrong with Americans? Are you anti-American?”

“Yes, I am.”

“…?”

“I’m an elf, you know.”

On hearing Soe Miri’s unexpected confession, the Saintess’ eye patch twitched, probably due to a frown forming beneath it.

“A… what? An elf…?”

Instead of explaining it in words, Soe Miri subtly tucked her hair behind her ear, breaking the Illusion Magic concealing her true form.

Long, pointed ears, distinct from those of humans.

“You… you’re serious?”

As the Saintess struggled to find words, Soe Miri pulled out a small wand from her coat and added.

“And neither you nor Seti needs to go after Dung Beetle-ssi.”

“…”

“There are more important matters at hand.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

What on earth could possibly be more important than Yeomyeong right now?

“Over there.”

“Over there?”

“Try sensing the mana.”

Soe Miri replied while pointing in the opposite direction from where Yeomyeong had disappeared—beyond the pile of zombie and fiend corpses filling the sewer.

The Saintess expanded her senses instinctively, reaching out toward the ominous darkness looming ahead with her mana.

After closing her eyes and concentrating, she did sense something—a peculiar mana.

It was pure, completely different from the twisted mana filling the sewer.

She had felt this mana before. Where had she sensed it?

As the Saintess sifted through her memories, Seti was the first to speak.

“…A Dimensional Portal?”

Only then did the Saintess realize that this mana closely resembled the energy from the Kaesong Dimensional Portal she had encountered when crossing over to Earth.

However, why is the mana of a Dimensional Portal here…?

As she pondered over this, a sudden memory flashed through her mind—a certain vision she had seen in her Foresight.

Yeomyeong and Seti being sucked into an unknown Dimensional Portal.

She thought the future had already changed… But what if, by some chance, that Foresight was referring to this very moment?

A creeping sense of dread overwhelmed the Saintess as she gazed at Seti.

Her steps heading toward Yeomyeong had stopped and Seti was now staring into the dark abyss from where the mana was emanating.

She seemed to be contemplating something, pausing for a brief moment before turning toward Soe Miri.

“You… you can check on Yeomyeong’s situation right now, can’t you?”

Soe Miri subtly smiled as she responded.

“Is it that obvious?”

“…”

What did she mean by that? The Saintess blinked in confusion, unable to follow the conversation, but Seti continued speaking.

“How is he right now? Will he be okay if I… or rather, if we… don’t go and help him?”

“Yes. We won’t be any help to him.”

The confident response made Seti exhale softly before grabbing Jeon Yunseong by the scruff of his neck once again.

“Then… our course of action is clear. Let’s go—to the Dimensional Portal.”

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