Inside the Distorted Revenge (3)

The golden angels charged with a metallic clang.
Their bodies, once hardened by blood, did not stop even as they scattered gold dust.
Having confirmed that my greatest weapon, the Word of Power, was ineffective, I now had to find another way to overcome this situation with my own strength.

[The Administrator is requesting help from ‘The Seventeenth Love’…]
[Approved.]
[From now on, your survival is your contractor’s survival.]

I felt the threads connecting me to my contractors grow a little tighter.
‘Thank you.’
This was the belly of Distorted Revenge.
To die here meant not a departure to the starry heavens, but complete annihilation.
And my contractors, holding on outside, were continuing a precarious tightrope walk where a single slip meant instant death.
If I don’t die here, my contractors walking the tightrope of life outside won’t die either.
Even if their hearts are torn out and their necks are severed.
‘But they will endure.’
You yourselves said you would offer your second lives to me.
‘I will never let you die.’
If they entrusted their lives to a Constellation, it was only right for them to endure a miracle that was like a curse.
“[Leap], [Levitate], [Compress], [Move]….”
Before the golden angels could reach me, I soared high into the sky.
I fixed my coordinates in the sky and tried to head for the head on the platter.
If I destroy that head, this place will collapse, and I should be able to reach that thing’s heart.

“Foolish.”

When I blinked my eyes.
The severed head was beyond the horizon.
“Ha.”
The surroundings were filled with golden angels.
In the endless white square, the golden angels move their heavy wings to fly up and kill one person.
As the angels charged like a pack of dogs, gold dust scattered behind them, looking like a meteor shower rising from the ground.
“[Move].”
I once again set the coordinates far away and cast a movement spell, but I only moved a few meters forward.
Hmm.
I felt a bit of heat rising to my head.
“Interfering with my magic?”
Interfering with another’s magic is a great discourtesy and a rude thing to do to an opponent.
Of course, when not just life but the world is at stake, talking about manners and such is ridiculous.
But to me, whose identity was more ‘magician’ than Constellation or human, that one act was sending a wave of insane rage through me.
A golden angel grabbed the hem of my blue dress.
The rapidly approaching golden angels tore at the hem of the dress.
“Let’s do this.”
You son of a bich.
I’m better at magic than you!
“[Move], [Vast Stride], [Gaze Beyond the Horizon], [Sound Tearing the Air]….”
A being who could cast most spells without incantation, with a single glance, now forms hand seals.
Forming hand seals, mixing in the Word of Power, layering magic circles, and creating new magic on the spot.
The greatest space magician of all time creates her first magic as a Constellation.
‘Not enough.’
The hem of my dress is torn.
A golden hand reaches my leg.
‘I need a staff.’
But I didn’t have a staff.
Even when I was human, I never had one.
No staff or wand in the world could handle my mana without breaking.
The limits of materials.
Suddenly, I see the golden hand trying to touch my body.
‘Let’s use this.’
If they are golden angels created in the belly of a being that even a Constellation can’t do anything about, then they pass as materials.
They just need to withstand the Constellation’s mana for a very short time.
“[Stop].”
The newly created space magic stops.
The golden angels tried to tear at my legs.
They try to devour me and erase me from the world.
They try to melt me, turn me into gold, and use me as an ornament for the ruins.
Gritting my teeth against the pain rising from my legs, which had begun to twist bizarrely, I created a small hammer of light.
“[Compress].”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
As I slammed down the hammer of light and chanted the incantation for the support magic, the golden angels that were trying to tear at my legs were instantly smashed into the ground, losing their forms.
The next wave of golden angels, having lost their minds, charges again.
“[Compress].”
The hammer comes down.
“[Compress].”
The gold piles up, forming a mountain.
“[Compress].”
A metallic screeching sound cries out as if begging for its life.
“[Compress].”
And finally, when the number of golden angels had noticeably decreased and formed a mountain of gold dust.
When the remaining golden angels hesitated.
I descended to the ground and put my hand into the highest point of the gold dust.
“Come to me.”
The gold dust responds to the mana filled with starlight.
The gold dust sticks to the extended mana, creating a golden staff with glowing blue cracks.
It was a crude shape, and it hadn’t gone through any special process, but this alone was a powerful staff.
When the branch-like form was in my hand, I looked beyond the horizon again.
The eyes of the severed head were trembling.
“[Resume].”
You probably didn’t expect me to make a staff out of your internal organs.
I felt strangely cheerful.
“[Leap], [A Single Step], [A Desperate Heart], [An Outstretched Hand]….”
When a total of 137 different spells were combined.
A single new spell flows into the staff, and the blue cracks respond.
“[Clear Sky].”
The cracks in the staff emit light.
The gold screams.
The golden angels scream.
Everything made of gold let out a terrible shriek as if it had seen something dreadful.
It was only natural, since I was using their ground-up comrades to cast my magic.
From their perspective, it must have been like black magic that used life force.
‘But that’s none of my business.’
If you interfere with my magic and obstruct my movement, I just have to use a type of magic that you can’t interfere with.
In the next moment, I was in front of the guillotine.

[The Administrator responds to the new magic.]
[‘Clear Sky’ assists in the survival of the contractor: Han Sion.]

Han Sion looked at the closed, single eye in the pile of wings.
Of course, just because it had closed its eye didn’t mean the second spear he was blocking had disappeared.
On the contrary, its momentum grew even more fierce.
It felt like he was barely blocking a blade that had reached his throat.
A powerful sense of exhaustion enveloped his entire body.
It felt as if his heart was being squeezed.
The fortunate thing was that even though that single eye was closed, it was still pouring its attention here.
Screech….
A chilling sound echoed.
‘It’s hard to escape.’
Golden angels with swords surrounded Sion.
He had lost his strongest weapon, an EX-grade item, and had been holding on with a spare dagger while trying to escape, but he was slowly reaching his limit.
He couldn’t use his unique skill either, so it was a miracle he had survived this long.
But he had to endure.
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
Until his Constellation responded….
Claaang!
The low-grade dagger broke.
He had no more weapons left.

• We must tear the wings.

• We must take the last wing.

• There are no more blades.

There is no sword blade reflecting in the sky.

The golden angels muttered.
Many golden angels had fallen below, but the number of remaining ones was still absurdly high.
Han Sion took a brief moment to look up at the sky.
“…….”
It was clear.
A clear sky filled his eyes.
He quite missed his Constellation.
“I should have made you pancakes.”
I haven’t been able to make them for her recently.

• Do not take the wings with a human body.

• Do not take them without knowing the pain of having your feathers plucked, your flesh flayed, and only your bones remaining.

Do not take them without knowing devotion.
A funny thought came to him.
The dessert shop in front had collapsed, so she wouldn’t be able to have strawberry cake.
I should have prepared a ring.
I should have told her I loved her.
I should have done something.

• The price for taking them is harsh.

The sword blade comes down.
Under the sky, a blue sword flashed, and when only light regrets filled his mind.
Something brushed past Han Sion’s eyes.

[‘Clear Sky’ responds.]
[As there is nowhere under the sky one cannot go, the free sky has heard your light regrets. Light and heavy like the wind, it was just right to respond. I express my gratitude to the one who created ‘Clear Sky’.]
[As long as you are alive, you can go anywhere.]
[But it seems difficult to move right now.]
[‘Clear Sky’ responds.]
[Survive.]
[The Silent Calamity will be sad!]

The next moment.
Han Sion was in the shelter in the guild’s basement.
“……?”
It didn’t take long for him to realize that this inexplicable return to life was accomplished by his Constellation.
As his consciousness faded from losing too much blood, a light word came out.
“…I have to make her pancakes.”