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Chapter 130: There Is No Disaster For The Protagonist

Genghis Khan¹, Leopold II², Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot…

『 The Orc Revolutionary Bardugh’s answer when asked whether there were any Earthians who helped the Orcs.』

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The three girls shut their mouths right after that brief conversation came to an end.

It wasn’t easy to control the mana of four different people being absorbed into the seal without them getting entangled.

Luckily, since Yeomyeong’s and Soe Miri’s mana were almost identical, the spell didn’t stop…

However, the problem was the sheer amount of mana being absorbed by the Golden Seal.

No matter how much mana they poured into it, the speed at which the Dimensional Portal was opening remained painstakingly slow.

Attempting to reopen a collapsing Dimensional Portal after losing the corruption stone was no different than trying to rebuild a house with only its frame remaining.

In the end, it seemed that the group’s stamina and mana would be depleted before the gate would even open.

Seti’s thread vein was the first to burst, causing blood to flow from her nose and eyes.

Then, Yeomyeong coughed up blood, and Soe Miri’s hands began trembling uncontrollably.

The Saintess was barely holding them together, but she, too, had already endured several intense battles herself.

It was clear to everyone present that she wouldn’t last much longer either.

They all had the same thought at that very moment: We’re going to die together like this.

Then, the Saintess spoke up.

“…Should we wake Jeon Yunseong?”

The response came swiftly from Seti. She shook her head, gasping for breath.

“No… That’ll only… make things worse….”

Her tone was filled with conviction. The Saintess guessed there was more to the story but didn’t probe any further.

Instead, she got on her knees.

Keeping her left hand on the seal, she brought her right hand to her chest in prayer.

“O White Ulthvatish, your daughter implores you. Please shine your sun upon us and let us walk under your shadow.”

It was a simple prayer that any priest of Ulthvatish could say.

However, since it was made by the Saintess herself, the power of the prayer was immense.

Flash!

And as soon as she concluded her prayer, a blinding blessing surged from the Saintess and enveloped the four of them.

The moment the light touched them, their wounds healed, and their depleted mana returned.

It was the highest level of blessing, one that even high priests rarely succeeded in casting… but it was still far from being enough to pry open the Dimensional Portal completely.

Thus, the Saintess began praying again.

“O Black Mordak, may your dream be upon us.”

“O Red Redox, may your spear challenge us.”

“O Blue Venule, may your book plead for us.”

“O Green Isaginog, may your flower look upon us.”

Prayers to all five gods.

And as if that wasn’t enough, she even pulled out a Holy Relic from her chest and grasped it tightly.

O Gods, if you truly care for me, please do not let my loved ones and the innocent be sacrificed.

As always, the gods did not respond with words.

Only with silence, pain, tickling, scent, and…

Blessings.

Whoosh—!

The next moment, five bright lights burst forth from the Saintess’ body.

Her white hair fluttered and her mana surged, proof that the gods had answered her prayers.

The Saintess then pushed the blessing directly into the seal. Regardless of the distortions in the magic circle caused by the immense mana, she did not stop.

She trusted Yeomyeong, who was controlling the seal, wholeheartedly.

And as if responding to that trust, the magic circle of the seal began to enlarge, expanding enough to cover not just the Dimensional Portal but also the stone altar.

And eventually…

Flash—!

Five lights burst forth from the seal’s magic circle, filling the gap between it and the Dimensional Portal.

The Dimensional Portal, which had been nothing more than a black crack, turned gold and began to take the shape of a large, oval that resembled a real ‘portal’.

Though no one explained it, all four of them understood. The Saintess’ blessing had performed a miracle.

And the one who felt the most excitement on realizing this was none other than the Saintess herself.

Who would have ever imagined that it would have worked on the very first try?

Despite her limbs trembling from the aftereffects of the blessing, she puffed out her chest with pride.

“D-did you see? You saw it, right? Especially you, Yeomyeong, you non-believer! You witnessed the miracle of the gods with your own eyes, didn’t you?”

“…Yeah, I saw it.”

“Then don’t just stand there! Clap your hands and declare, ‘The Saintess is the best!’”

She had enough composure to joke around while Yeomyeong, unable to even wipe his nosebleed, could only chuckled.

It was often said that laughter was contagious, right? Seti and Soe Miri also relaxed, smiling as they watched the Dimensional Portal open.

A brief moment of relief led to a fleeting lapse in vigilance.

And that lapse created an opening.

An opening so brief they barely noticed it, but it was more than enough for the twisted mana from the corruption stone lurking within the Dimensional Portal until now.

Shaaah…!!!

A chilling sound, as if the darkness itself had come alive, echoed.

With that sound as its signal, thick mana resembling black tar burst forth from the Dimensional Portal.

“Everyone, get out of…!”

Realizing something had gone wrong, Seti shouted belatedly. Soe Miri tried to launch a spell, but their response was just a second too slow.

Because the mana from the corrupted stone had already cast its long shadow over the heads of the four.

In that critical moment, just as all four were about to be engulfed by the mana, Yeomyeong acted on instinct, lifting his heel and slamming it down onto the stone altar.

Boom!!

Quake Stomp from the Flying Kick technique.

The shockwave of the martial art, infused with immense mana, shattered the stone altar and sent everyone on it flying down.

Except for one person—the one who unleashed the Quake Stomp.

“No!!”

With Seti’s scream echoing as she fell, the mana of the corruption stone swallowed Yeomyeong completely.

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The Saintess, who had fallen from the stone altar, stared blankly at the spot where Yeomyeong had been just moments ago.

The only thing left on the collapsed stone altar was the now ownerless Golden Seal.

The black mana that swallowed Yeomyeong seemed to have disappeared back into the Dimensional Portal.

The Saintess bit down hard on her lip as she climbed back onto the stone altar.

The corruption stone mana… hasn’t disappeared completely.

It had simply hidden deep within the Dimensional Portal, waiting for the portal to close.

While it would have normally remained hidden until the portal closed and the barrier collapsed, waiting for it to explode…

Because the Golden Seal forcibly opened the portal, the corruption stone mana, which should have exploded, instead burst out of the portal.

The only silver lining was that the corruption stone mana had no intelligence or will of its own.

All it possessed was pure malice, utterly intent on corrupting everything around it.

Yeomyeong, just hold on a little longer.

As the Saintess approached the Dimensional Portal with this thought in mind, she saw that someone was already there.

“Soe Miri, you…?”

How did she manage to not be blown away? Soe Miri was kneeling in front of the portal, gripping on tightly to something.

Poking out from the golden Dimensional Portal… was none other than Yeomyeong’s right arm.

She didn’t know how, but Soe Miri had somehow managed to grab hold of Yeomyeong’s hand just before he was dragged into the portal.

“…Thank goodness.”

The Saintess had been worried about what would happen if he were to disappear beyond the portal, but now there was a glimmer of hope.

Feeling relieved, the Saintess approached the Dimensional Portal.

And when she reached Soe Miri and checked her condition…

She realized that Soe Miri had paid a considerable price to hold onto Yeomyeong’s hand.

Blood flowed from her ears through her torn eardrums and her eyes were oozing a mixture of pus and blood as if her eyeballs had burst.

The aftereffects of magic… they were typical symptoms of having recklessly used spells without preparation.

“Ah…”

Did she use acceleration magic? Or flight magic?

Perhaps it was both, but it was clear that she had risked everything to grab hold of Yeomyeong.

Her wounds were so severe, that she could die from excessive bleeding if something went wrong.

Faced with such determination, the Saintess scraped together what little mana she had remaining and cast a healing blessing over her.

Only then did Soe Miri, realizing the Saintess had arrived, speak in a faint voice.

“Sa-Saintess… please… call Seti. I… I think I’m about to lose my grip…”

Speak of the devil, and they shall appear?

Before the Saintess could respond, Seti landed in front of the Dimensional Portal with a heavy thud!

She was carrying the hammer and weapon bundle they had left in the sewers, prepared to charge into the Dimensional Portal at any moment.

Though, of course, that wasn’t necessary.

“Ah, you grabbed him… Thank goodness…”

Seti’s reaction, as she alternated her gaze between Soe Miri and Yeomyeong’s hands, was no different from the Saintess’.

Relief, surprise, and concern.

As those series of emotions flashed on her face, Seti quickly took over, holding Yeomyeong’s hand. Only then did Soe Miri collapse in front of the Dimensional Portal, coughing up blood.

As the Saintess began to heal her, she asked Seti.

“How is it? Can you pull him out?”

“…No. The more I try to pull, the stronger the force from the other side becomes. At this rate, it’s only possible to maintain the current state.”

“…”

“Saintess, do you know about this monster… no, about this mana that’s attacking Yeomyeong?”

The Saintess nodded and began explaining.

What the corruption stone was, and what the corruption stone mana that just attacked Yeomyeong was doing right now…

As she continued her explanation, the Saintess suddenly noticed something odd about Seti’s reaction.

She was biting hard on her lip, glaring at the Dimensional Portal.

“Seti? What’s wrong?”

“…The Dimensional Portal is changing.”

“…”

Just as she said, the Dimensional Portal, which had been forced open by the seal, was slowly turning black.

The situation perfectly embodied the saying ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire.’

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It wasn’t hard to figure out why the Dimensional Portal was changing so suddenly.

It was definitely due to the corruption stone mana regaining its strength inside the portal.

What should I do? What…

Seti held on tightly to Yeomyeong’s hand as she deliberated.

Should they use the seal to force open the Dimensional Portal again? But only Yeomyeong could use the seal. Rejected.

Should they enter the unstable Dimensional Portal after him? That could easily lead to mutual suicide. Rejected.

Should they ask the Saintess to perform another miracle? But she was already at her limit. Rejected.

Rejected, rejected, rejected…

In the midst of an endless wave of desperate thoughts, Seti’s mind was on the verge of sinking deep…

When her god suddenly spoke to her.

『The First, consider what you can offer for his sake.』

What could she offer? Seti answered without hesitation. Everything.

Her response must have pleased Her as laughter echoed in her mind.

Was this a divine revelation? Or advice? As Seti subconsciously turned her head, she noticed something.

An antique ritual dagger lay to the left of the Dimensional Portal.

Was it a coincidence, or was it fate?

Reaching out, Seit picked up the dagger, and gazed at her reflection in the blade.

On the blood-stained edge, she saw the image of freed livestock.

She saw sisters blinded by vengeance, his First… and a sacrificial lamb.

…Yes, a sacrificial lamb.

At that moment, Seti understood what She meant by, ‘What can you offer?’

She held the dagger in a reverse grip and prayed to her god.

O my God. I offer a sacrificial lamb as tribute. So, please…

Please, just let Yeomyeong return safely.

With that final thought, Seti prepared herself to stab her own neck.

But just as she raised the dagger, her right hand moved on its own, guiding the blade not to her neck but to a different place—her left index finger.

Slice— The dagger barely nicked the tip of her finger. A tiny droplet of blood stained the blade, but that was all.

A wound that wouldn’t take more than a day to heal with her Superhuman’s Regeneration.

…O my God?

『It is a waste.』

…Pardon?

Unable to grasp the situation, Seti looked bewildered when the Saintess spoke to her.

“Seti… why did you do that all of a sudden?”

Her tone was one of deep concern. And it made sense.

From the perspective of the Saintess, Seti had just suddenly picked up a dagger and tried to stab her own neck, only to end up cutting her finger.

Honestly, Seti herself couldn’t explain it either, so she could only respond vaguely.

“…It’s nothing.”

“…Really?”

“Really.”

After saying that, Seti looked at the dagger stained with her blood for a moment, before throwing it at the Dimensional Portal.

It was a half-conscious action, and she didn’t expect anything from it, but…

Rumble, rumble, rumble…!!!

The Dimensional Portal that swallowed the dagger reacted violently. Even Soe Miri, who had just finished being healed, sat up straight with a jolt.

“…What was that?”

It was the question Seti herself wanted to ask. What on earth was that?

Was there something special about the blood of the sacrificial lamb?

Half in disbelief, she squeezed out a few more drops of blood and scattered them into the Dimensional Portal.

This time, the black spots forming over the Dimensional Portal disappeared completely.

An awkward silence ensued, one no one could explain.

Fortunately, the silence didn’t last long. Having somewhat recovered, Soe Miri was the first to break it.

“Miss Seti… you really do have a special lineage, don’t you?”

“…”

Special? Sure, one could call it that. But not in a good way.

Seti only gave her a vague smile, neither denying nor confirming.

Regardless, Soe Miri seemed to interpret that smile as a silent affirmation. And after thinking for a moment, she looked at Yeomyeong’s hand and asked.

“Yeomyeong… you still can’t pull him out, can you?”

Instead of answering, Seti tugged on his hand again, but Yeomyeong’s hand refused to budge.

“…Then let’s just push him through.”

“What?”

“We saw how your blood stabilized the Dimensional Portal, right? There’s no longer a risk of falling into another dimension now. So, let’s head in, rescue Yeomyeong, and come out from the other side.”

“Oh…”

Soe Miri’s suggestion was tempting to Seti, but the Saintess quickly intervened.

“Do you even know where that Dimensional Portal leads to? What will you do if you end up in some strange, dangerous place?”

“Wasn’t it initially opened by the priest from the Church of the Apocalypse? Then it must lead back to our homeland. So, what’s the issue with that?”

“…Even so, there are dangerous places back home too!”

“It doesn’t matter how far it is, it’ll only take six months at most to return to Earth, right? Isn’t it obvious? What’s more important—Yeomyeong’s life or half a year at the academy?”

“…”

The Saintess fell silent at the mention of Yeomyeong’s life. She had no rebuttal.

Instead, she thought of something else to say.

“Then I want to go too.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Hey! Soe Miri! Why can you go and I can’t?!”

“Of course, I can’t go either.”

“…”

“If it’s just Seti and Yeomyeong who cross the Dimensional Portal… we can cover this incident from our side. Saintess, you know what I mean, right?”

It was a political issue. The Saintess pursed her lips, trying to think of a counterargument, but she was unable to come up with a suitable response and simply lowered her head in resignation.

“… Pointy-ear.”

“Saintess, that’s a derogatory term.”

“Commie.”

“Huh?”

Paying no heed to their argument which was getting heated, Seti grabbed a hammer and a simple pistol.

She couldn’t carry much since she had to hold Yeomyeong’s hand as well.

Anyway, after finishing her simple preparations, she glanced back and forth between the Saintess and Soe Miri and left a parting message.

“While I’m gone, please take care of my younger siblings.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll take good care of the shepherd as well.”

Soe Miri said with a mysterious smile on her face.

Seti was curious about how much she knew, but now was not the time to ask about such things.

“…Then I’ll be back as soon as possible. Please take care of the aftermath.”

Just as she was about to step into the Dimensional Portal, she was held back for about 30 seconds due to the Saintess’s warm embrace.

“You have to return quickly…”

With the Saintess’ urgent plea echoing in her mind, Seti leaped into the Dimensional Portal, holding Yeomyeong’s hand tightly.

Footnotes

1. 1. Genghis Khan, also known as Chinggis Khan, was the founder and first khan of the Mongol Empire. After spending most of his life uniting the Mongol tribes, he launched a series of military campaigns, conquering large parts of China and Central Asia.
2. 2. Leopold II was the second King of the Belgians from 1865 to 1909, and the founder and sole owner of the Congo Free State from 1885 to 1908.