The Discombobulated Revenge

Han Sion was one of the few people who had known about Yeon Taeseon’s regression from the start.
He had even used the hints he had gotten from Yeon Taeseon to separately allocate the guild budget and build expensive shelters here and there, and the numerous emergency tents in the guild were also his work.
But even Yeon Taeseon hadn’t expected The Crow’s Ruins to suddenly sublimate into a pile of wings in the sky, without any time to prepare.
According to Yeon Taeseon, it was three years faster than before the regression.
There were many variables.
Han Sion himself, the existence of Baek Jiye, the rescue of Daisy Rune… there were many situations that had affected the human world.
But if you were to ask if it had affected the ‘Constellations’, the answer was no.
Although he had messed with The Crow’s Ruins’ contractors a bit, it was just a ‘bit of an annoyance’ for The Crow’s Ruins.
Of course, that small thing had spread and led to this point, but.
But for some reason, his Constellation was as reticent as her title.
She never explained anything properly.
Instead, she had shaken Han Sion with other words and actions.
‘Though it doesn’t seem intentional.’
By giving him the most desperate opportunity at the most desperate moment.
Han Sion cut through the empty air with his single wing.
He headed for the place with the most people.
It was a judgment that a place with many people was better than a place with no people to draw ‘attention’.
Normally, it would be the opposite, but that thing in the sky seemed to be a guy who would send a stronger gaze the more people were gathered.
When he cut through the sky above Seoul, he saw many people.
“Is the evacuation not over yet?!”
“My Constellation, my Constellation…”
“How many of us still have our contracts maintained…?”
“Half of a half would be a good defense.”
“What about the association?”
“The situation is so bad that the association president is running around on foot!”
Even with the association president, who never leaves the association, coming out, it’s not enough to cover.
Even in a rather desperate situation, Han Sion was not very worried.
A baby jellyfish brushed against his cheek as he cut through the air.
“Ping!”
The jellyfish, which had bounced off with a cute sound, soon appeared before the contract breakers who had fallen into a panic after losing their Constellation.
“Piing.”
“Wh-what is this?”
“Piiiiiiiiiiing.”
The jellyfish soon turned into small grains of light and seeped into the mouths of the breakers.
The being that was a ‘parasite’ had fully utilized its experience of devouring starlight and flesh and stealing souls.
It held onto the incomplete connection of the flesh, adhered the soul, and created a thin film to prevent the starlight of any Constellation remaining in that soul and body from being recovered.
Of course, the Constellations were flustered.

[Why isn’t it coming back?]
If a contract is terminated, the small amount of starlight that was shared should be recovered.
From the Constellations’ perspective, it would have felt like a very small part, say, a fingernail, had suddenly disappeared and would never grow back.
“Pingpingpingping…”
The baby jellyfish that had settled down laughed.
So what was the result?
“Sucheol, be careful…!”
KWAAAAAANG!
Concrete was scattered.
A certain C-rank hunter, whose unique ability was monstrous strength, was so broken after his contract was terminated that he couldn’t even lift a bag of rice.
That’s what he was like, that guy’s.
The golden spear above his head disappeared.
A miracle had happened to the surviving, contract-terminated hunters.
Even without a guardian Constellation, their unique abilities were activated, and their strength was maintained.
Their states had a common point.

[Applied: The Calamity-ridden Jellyfish]
A calamity is usually silent.
It is silent even when someone screams.
But if someone’s calamity becomes someone’s joy, it is not silent.
It raises its voice and speaks.
Give it back.
At the words of the greatest calamity, small disasters gathered and created a miracle.
It steals and applies everything from those who have fled from the calamity.
It maintains the contract of the contract breaker and binds a part of the Constellation’s power to the ground.
They did not know their exact state.
But there was something they sensed instinctively.
There is a Constellation who has not yet given up.
Most of the Constellations had fled.
They had terminated their contracts and disappeared somewhere.
That’s what the humans were informed.
But when they realized that something was protecting them.
They gained a little more hope.
“…”
Han Sion looked at them blankly.
The miracles created by his Constellation.
The survivors, as soon as they gained hope, took care of others.
A golden spear rained down, but it was broken more easily than expected by their resistance.
“Aaaak!”
Clang…!
“Save me…”
“Mommy.”
Wajangchang, clang, thud, waddeuk, clang, pzzzt…
The sound of light breaking was varied.
The golden spear, which had been drawing a trajectory, was futilely destroyed.
It hadn’t even erased a hundredth of the surviving population.

“I don’t understand”
“Why?”
Gold flowed from the sky.
A rain of gold flowed.
No one was greedy.
Because the gold was flowing and pooling among the corpses of those who had not managed to survive.
In this small place, what Han Sion had to do was decided.
‘I have to balance the scales.’
To kill the ‘Constellation’, or to kill the ‘stigma’.
Both would be important to the pile of winged eyeballs in the sky, but the latter was just a small errand.
Like buying a drink on the way out, a very simple task.
If his own Constellation, the Silent Calamity, was the sea, then Han Sion, his contractor and the owner of the stigma, was not even a small stream.
So he would turn this small stream into a sea and balance the scales.
Sion drew his sword.
It was an EX-rank weapon with nothing but durability, the Fragment of the Milky Way.
The one his Constellation had personally chosen for him.
“…I wish.”
He prayed briefly.
The Fragment of the Milky Way shone.
The longsword cracked, fragmented, and shattered.
And then, it followed the trajectory of its master who was cutting through the sky and was scattered on the ground.
Stardust had accepted its master’s will.
Pasasas…
Star dust rose.
The sparkling, white dust of a shattered star spread in the dry air.
The small jellyfish helped it.
Even as they were cut and injured, they held the star dust and spread it far away.
Far, far away.
Across the sea and the sky, far away.
So that this foul rain of gold could stop, far away.

[The blade of the second spear of the ‘Trident’ is being sharpened.]
[The one who must bear the anger…]
Even before the golden spear visible in the distance disappeared.
────!!!
A deafening sound that could not even be called a noise echoed.
The sky shone.
It shone like thunder and split the sky.
A white fragment was engraved in the gray sky where gold was flowing, and then, it ran out and covered the entire sky.
And a belated thunder roared.
Ureureung…
────!
It was a sound that made Han Sion’s ears go deaf.
The humans did not hear it, his Constellation heard the explosion.
And the sky he looked at again maintained a white light for a moment, and with the scattering of gold dust…
A deep blue sky revealed its form.
“…I miss you already.”
As if it were the same color as his Constellation’s eyes, the mere human who had sacrificed the Milky Way to regain the Azure Sky muttered.

“Why?”
It said.

“Why so far?”
It was the tone of a child who did not understand.

“Starlight”
“Gone”
“The Milky Way was”
“The last?”
Han Sion smiled.
“It’s over.”
His unique ability can no longer be used.
Because it is being used to disperse the second spear, the ‘rain of gold’, that has spread across the sky.
As a price for a mere human body to break through the authority that casts a shadow over the world, he can no longer use his unique ability.
The red eye, which was visible everywhere in the world, immediately turned to the human who possessed its last wing.
“Ah.”
Han Sion realized.
That he had balanced the scales, very accurately.

[The blade of the third spear of the ‘Trident’ is being sharpened.]
The last blade of the golden spear that was visible at the end disappeared.
But a golden light did not immediately rise.

“…”
“Where”
Because the scales were balanced, confusion began to arise in this winged one-eye.
To whom should he use his most powerful authority.
The human who is blocking the second authority?
The Constellation whose existence itself is annoying?
The red one-eye rolled busily.
The eye that had been observing the world soon split into two, four, eight, sixteen…
And soon, it split into thousands and looked at the world in detail once more.
And it saw.

“Starlight is”
“A lot?”
The light of a white Constellation.
This belongs to the Silent Calamity.
There were two that were particularly shining.
One was weak, and one was powerful, but.
For the newly born Distorted Revenge, there was no capacity to distinguish between them.