Chapter 47: Something That Can Never Be Inherited (13)

It’s strange.

I definitely escaped from the subspace, but when I open my eyes, it’s an endless, dark space.

What is this?

What about the Hero?

What about Fran?

How is the situation unfolding?

Many thoughts crossed my mind, but my pounding heart and constantly demanding lungs wouldn’t allow me to think.

Rough breaths and a dizzy head.

It’s not a space Fran created.

Even though it was dark there, it didn’t feel this unpleasant.

A space with deeper darkness visible.

The sticky air makes me feel like I’m about to drown.

“We’ve finally met.”

“…”

The voice that appeared in my dreams every night, tempting me.

A murky voice that can only be produced after suffering hardships and trials for a long time.

No, not this voice again?

What ridiculous demand are you going to make this time?

I’m annoyed.

It’s obvious to anyone who isn’t an idiot.

The Hero is currently fighting in the outside world.

There’s no time to pull any tricks, and we just formed a cooperative relationship, so there’s no reason for him to do something like this.

This is a more fundamentally different problem.

Rather than hypnosis, it felt like there was another being inside me.

“If this continues, the Hero will die.”

“…So?”

The dark space shook for a moment, and the outside world began to appear.

Fran with his heart ripped out, and the Hero only being pushed back against Fran.

The mana spreading in all directions was dyeing the sky black.

Was a dragon that strong?

The Hero is definitely a cheat character; there’s no way he could lose.

Thinking it was strange, a black sphere pierced the Hero’s thigh before I knew it.

The Hero knelt with a painful groan, and Fran, already having lost his mind, just kept laughing.

Natalia and Laura are nowhere to be seen.

If this continues, the Hero will really die.

“You want to save him?”

“…With what method?”

The Hero dies.

For some reason, I didn’t like those words.

I didn’t trust him, but we had barely become allies.

It would be such a waste of the holy water bombs I used as a down payment if he died already.

Besides, it was obvious that I would be next after the Hero.

Fran’s attacks were relentless to that extent.

“You have the Holy Fire.”

“I don’t want that.”

Such foolishness.

Look at my body; it was so painful even with the Holy Fire I burned just now…

You want me to do that again?

The pain of my whole body burning.

My body was only slightly scorched, but the shock to my mind was too great.

“How about wielding a sword?”

“I can’t even lift anything heavy with this body.”

No matter what anyone says, my strength is below average.

There’s no way I could wield a sword.

Even if I could lift it, what could I do against an enemy that even the Hero couldn’t handle?

“Are you going to entrust everything to the Hero?”

I still hate pain.

Most things have gone smoothly since I came to this world, but in the end, I’m just a shut-in.

Pain is supposed to make people mature, but in the end, I haven’t changed at all.

Holy Fire is like a last resort for beings rooted in mana.

Now that I’ve lost that Holy Fire, I’m in a position where I have no choice but to rely on the Hero.

If only I were the Hero, or if only I could use magic.

I wouldn’t have lost the initiative.

“You hate pain, but you want to satisfy your desires.

Do you think something like that exists in this world?”

“…That’s the kind of world it is.

That’s why I took refuge in my room.

What’s so bad about that?”

The form of the voice is gradually changing.

From a murky voice that didn’t reveal its gender to the voice of a living woman.

It seemed to long for pain, hatred, and something else.

“It’s not bad.

You’ve finally regained your reason, so what can’t I do for you?”

“…Who are you, really?”

The voice inside me, which had only said what it wanted to say, finally began to converse.

So I had to know what was happening to my body, everything.

“I’ll give you power.”

With those words as the last, the vision that had gradually disappeared began to fade.

The body began to fall into dark paint.

Where did it all go wrong?

Fran, standing on the dying Hero’s body, looked up at the sky.

He didn’t want to see Selene sacrifice herself.

He wanted to return the Dragonkin to their once great era.

If the gods wouldn’t intervene in this world, he would rather run wild as he pleased.

That’s what he thought.

But Selene died, and Kane, who accepted black magic, also died.

So he even ripped out his heart and ran wild, but for some reason, he didn’t feel any better.

“…You still had strength left?”

Thud-

The Hero’s sword pierces his leg.

But he doesn’t feel any pain or agony.

After all, this body is already dead.

Why doesn’t he know that he can’t win?

Feeling angry for no reason, Fran began to kick the Hero’s abdomen repeatedly.

“Die!

Die!

Die!”

Fran kicks the Hero with all his strength.

Diana told him not to kill the Hero, but right now, he couldn’t possibly feel satisfied without killing the Hero and the Saintess.

“I’ll never… give up…”

The Hero grips his sword again, even though he can’t even make a groan anymore.

But this foolish resistance will be the last.

Thinking that, Fran was preparing for the final blow: a dark explosion made of mana.

“Oh, it’s Sera unni?”

The Hero loses consciousness after being hit by the dark explosion.

Just as he was about to say it was over, Sera appeared before Fran’s eyes.

To think that the target would come to him on her own.

What a foolish situation.

With a continuously joyful laugh, Fran approached Sera.

He had already detonated his heart.

A forbidden magic that grants immense power in a moment by sacrificing all life.

Before that overwhelming power, even the Holy Fire would be useless.

With the Hero, who was in tatters, thrown aside, Fran had nothing to fear.

If what was in front of him was the real Sera, that is.

“Deep and dark place.

Endless despair.

Echoing pain.”

“…Huh?”

The incantations coming from Sera’s mouth.

Seeing large-scale black magic that he had never seen before, Fran’s body froze for a moment.

Dimensions split, and black chains came out of the cracks.

The more Fran resisted, the more firmly his body was bound.

And then, countless despair and pains were transmitted through the chains.

He had definitely given up his life, but he couldn’t understand why he was feeling this pain.

“What is this…?

I’ve never seen black magic like this…”

Sera doesn’t answer.

She simply tightens the chains that bind Fran’s body with a wave of her hand.

If it were the resurrection of the Demon King, a human body couldn’t maintain its form.

But the energies he felt now were definitely the Demon King’s power.

Perhaps the Hero could understand this situation?

He turned his eyes to look at the place where he had thrown the Hero, but the Hero had already fallen unconscious.

Anyone tainted by mana can use black magic, but in the end, black magic is also a field of study.

It was a skill that required a certain level of knowledge and achievement.

And yet, black magic that even I don’t know?

In this situation he couldn’t understand at all, Fran met Sera’s empty eyes.

‘A person who dreams of love can become cruel for the sake of their goal.

That is the first step of corruption.’

The end of the five heroes.

Diana’s words, which told of it, came to mind.

The story that only the Saintess had sacrificed nothing.

The facts he had forgotten because of the Demon King Descent site in Eureka.

Mana corrupts everything, and what is corrupted is used as a vessel for the Demon King’s Descent.

That’s why the black mages were all burned with Holy Fire.

To have sacrificed nothing… means to have accepted mana as it is.

Whose work the Demon King Descent site in Eureka is, all the pieces were fitting together in Fran’s head.

“Puhah, Puhahaha!

Is that so?”

The first Saintess had really done a wonderful job.

That determination to meet the Hero again, he had no choice but to acknowledge it.

The gods accomplish what they desire through those who do not desire it.

So Sera is the only one who can save this world.

The gods have really intervened in this world in a wonderful way.

But the Hero had begun to love, and the Saintess, Lina, who had been sleeping under the power of the Demon King, began to open her eyes again.

He was satisfied.

There was nothing more he needed now.

Fran smiled and smiled again, watching his disappearing body.

Lina, leaving Fran behind, walked to where the Hero had fallen.

“Hero-nim, the day we meet again is not far off.”

When the Hero is summoned, a portion of the power that the previous Hero had is inherited.

The magic that Lina created using all the memories and power left behind by the first Hero when he returned to his original world.

For that, she willingly entrusted her body to mana.

Now it was time to realize the plan to meet her loved one again.

Feeling that the time she could awaken in Sera’s body was running out, Lina began to carefully heal the Hero’s body.

“The vessels are all ready.

Now, Baek Minjun, it’s your turn.”

The Hero before Kim Suhyun, and a fallen Hero.

Calling Baek Minjun’s name, Lina fell asleep again.