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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yuma looked at the two chains extending opaquely.
He gripped his club tightly and swung it toward the opaque chains.
‘…!’
Yuma narrowed his brow.
The club passed through the two chains as if they were phantoms.
It was because they were not for the purpose of attack, but the curse itself.
Kwaaaaak.
Yuma hurriedly turned his head toward the two places where the chains had touched.
There were two people into whose bodies the chains had penetrated.
It was Cloney and Hestia.
Yuma’s gaze moved quickly once again.
He looked at the being who had unleashed these two chains, [God of the Precarious Mace] Morg.
Kwadeuk! Wudeuk!
Morg’s body was contracting grotesquely.
The medium of power used for [Dream of Sin].
That power was precisely his own life.
“…Your four precious people… have fallen into an eternal sleep from which they may never awaken. Let them struggle in that agony for a very long time….”
Kwadeuk!
Morg’s body completely crumpled, spurting blood.
It had become a handful of flesh that was unrecognizable in form.
The curse that Morg had unleashed using his ‘life’ as a medium penetrated the minds of Cloney and Hestia.
Because he had staked his life as the price for activating the curse, it pierced through the [Blessing Grant─Mental Barrier] that Yuma had meticulously cast.
Cloney and Hestia’s bodies fell backward with a thud.
Just as their bodies were about to collapse to the floor, Bell and Ermel, who were beside them, caught them from behind, barely preventing them from falling.
“Cloney!”
Bell shouted loudly and shook Cloney’s small body vigorously.
Ermel placed his right hand on Bell’s shoulder.
“They’re not dead… It seems like both of them have been trapped in sleep.”
At Ermel’s words, Bell narrowed his eyes.
“Trapped in… sleep?”
To Bell’s question-filled inquiry, Ermel told everything he knew.
“Yes, it seems to be… a nightmare-type curse.”
Yuma approached the two who had collapsed with a completely hardened expression.
The Zoin tribe and the people of the Zeparos Kingdom confirmed that not only the two gods but also the large army of yeti-formed minions led by [God of the Precarious Mace] Morg had all stopped breathing.
Nevertheless, the survivors could not rejoice.
It seemed that something bad had happened to the very beings who had saved them.
Cressen, the tribal chief of the Eger tribe of the Zoin people, bowed his head toward Yuma and said,
“There are beds over there where you can lay the two down.”
Yuma nodded at the Zoin tribe’s words.
“Understood.”
First, they had to take all the measures they could.
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Following Cressen’s guidance, they were able to lay Cloney and Hestia on the beds.
Ermel continued to sweat profusely as he placed his hands on Cloney and Hestia’s foreheads.
Pure white divine power was emanating bright light from Ermel’s right hand.
Ermel slowly shook his head.
“…Healing doesn’t work. As expected, it seems to be a nightmare-type curse rather than a curse that devours life.”
Yuma, who knew nothing about curses, urged Ermel to explain.
“Nightmare-type curses… first, the target must recognize that the world they’re in is false. There are cases where it opens by realizing this. Or there are also cases where you have to go further from that situation and find something like a key to break open the nightmare yourself.”
Yuma asked a question with his brow furrowed.
“Is there an average time it takes to break a nightmare?”
“No, it varies from person to person. Some people break out of nightmares in about three days… and there have been people who died in a vegetative state without ever waking from the nightmare.”
The variation was extremely stark.
“And this nightmare-type curse… was cast by a mental-type god who can be considered to be at the pinnacle of such curses. The sophistication of the nightmare, or should I say the sophistication of the dream world, will be tremendous.”
[God of the Precarious Mace] Morg, who had staked even his own soul to break through the [Mental Barrier] that Yuma had deployed for Cloney and Hestia.
A curse cast using a god’s soul as a medium could not be easily dispelled.
Yuma continued to stare with a hardened expression at Cloney and Hestia, who had peaceful expressions as if they had simply fallen into normal sleep.
Someone approached beside Yuma.
It was tribal chief Kregel.
Zoin tribe member Kregel had brought one more person with him.
Kregel and the Zoin tribe member he had brought knelt before Yuma.
Unlike Kregel, the Zoin tribe member beside him was trembling.
“What is it?”
At Yuma’s words, Kregel urgently opened his mouth.
“I brought a Zoin tribe member who knows well about curses.”
Yuma approached the Zoin tribe member beside Kregel.
“Your name?”
Being a Zoin tribe member who had witnessed all of the battle Yuma had just fought, he could not help but feel fear and awe in Yuma’s presence.
“Le, Legores.”
“Tell me everything you know about nightmare curses. Do you know if I can intervene, if there’s a way to intervene?”
To Yuma’s urgent questions, Legores answered with his beak trembling.
“As, as far as I know, there’s no way to intervene… but still.”
“But still?”
Legores composed himself and continued his explanation.
“Perhaps with the divine power that Yuma-nim possesses, you might be able to enter the nightmare and observe.”
“Observe?”
“Yes, you won’t be able to directly intervene… but you should be able to watch. Though you’ll only know for sure if you try it yourself, Yuma-nim.”
“Understood. Is there any possibility that the nightmare itself might threaten their lives?”
Legores slowly shook his head.
“That shouldn’t happen. However… the fact that the being who cast the curse is not even a demon but a god means that no matter how strong one’s mental fortitude, it will be sophisticated enough to be unnoticeable. So recognizing that it’s a nightmare will be hellishly difficult.”
That was the moment.
Samer, the great warrior of the tribe who had been standing guard at a distance, approached those who were having the conversation.
“The 2nd Knight Order Commander of the Zeparos Kingdom has come. It seems he’s come to see the god.”
“Understood.”
Yuma stood up.
If he was going to waste unnecessary time, it was better to do it early.
When Yuma left the tent, members of the 2nd Knight Order of the Zeparos Kingdom came into view.
Arwin, the knight commander with silver hair, knelt without hesitation.
Clank! Clank!
After that, the knights standing behind him all knelt in unison.
“We meet the great being.”
Yuma spoke with an expressionless face.
His dark gray hair fluttered in the strong wind.
“Stand up.”
At Yuma’s words, the knights immediately stood up.
Ermel decided to step forward so that Yuma wouldn’t need to pay attention to unnecessary matters.
The blonde saint took a step forward.
Ermel looked alternately at the members of the 2nd Knight Order and the Zoin tribe members as he spoke.
“Yuma-nim is the sole chief god of this world, the middle realm. He is currently slaughtering the evil gods who have invaded various parts of the middle realm continent.”
The people and Zoin tribe did not doubt those words in the slightest.
What Yuma had just done.
And the sight of Ermel healing the injured Zoin tribe members and knights on the way to the Zoin tribe’s land.
All of it proved that it was the truth.
Tszszszt…!
A golden flag appeared in Yuma’s right hand.
Yuma stuck the flag into the ground without hesitation.
Those surrounding Yuma and Ermel widened their eyes at the golden waves spreading widely.
“I will protect this land, so trust in me.”
Yuma could see with his eyes the Follower List increasing in real time.
“You people.”
Yuma could read a strangely cold atmosphere, even though everyone trusted him.
“Was there some dispute before I came?”
At Yuma’s words, the knights of the 2nd Knight Order flinched.
Yuma pointed at Arwin, the knight commander, with his chin.
“Tell me the truth, knight commander.”
Arwin’s brown eyes wavered.
“Before the gods invaded, we… those on the Zeparos Kingdom side suspected that the gods’ continental invasion might have been because of the Zoin tribe, based on historical aspects.”
Yuma could easily guess that the historical aspects Arwin was talking about referred to the matter of the Purma Kingdom on the Geherhen Continent.
Yuma spoke decisively.
“The invasion by those bastards that happened on this Yeigel Continent now is not because of the Zoin tribe. Those bastards are just going crazy trying to elevate their own divinity and stirring up the middle realm.”
Yuma decided to give a little support to the Zoin tribe side.
Only then would the power balance between the two become similar.
“I was able to become a god thanks to the ancestors of these people, the Zoin tribe, Ardolark. I received great help in the process of becoming a god. So don’t needlessly ostracize the Zoin tribe.”
Thump!
Arwin knelt again.
This time it was toward tribal chief Cregen of the Zoin tribe, not toward Yuma.
“I’m sorry for having suspicions.”
Cregen sighed.
“No. From your perspective, it could certainly have appeared that way.”
After Yuma commanded Arwin to stand up, he opened his mouth again.
“Now there will be no great disasters invading the Yeigel Continent. The remaining stragglers or monsters influenced by those bastards are scattered throughout the continent, but my subordinates spread across the continent will clean them up. So rest assured and rebuild the ruined continent. The kingdom side should make sure not to seek me out for the time being.”
Arwin and the knights bowed their heads.
“We will keep this in mind.”
Having concluded the dispute situation, Yuma entered the tent where the beds with Hestia and Cloney lying on them were located again.
Sweat began to form on Cloney’s forehead as she lay with her eyes closed.
Yuma’s brow hardened.
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