I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 125

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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A special gimmick that only appears in the first Eater of Worlds boss fight is weapon durability.

Traditionally, the Brightest Darkness series did not have a weapon durability system.

This was thanks to the developers’ firm philosophy that it only detracted from the player’s experience, adding frustration rather than challenge.

The lack of weapon durability, combined with the ability to parry with any one-handed sword regardless of its type, often resulted in absurd scenarios where you could deflect the attacks of monstrous creatures with a rusty, dilapidated blade.

But this seemingly absurd mechanic was a welcome feature, allowing players, constantly battling brutal traps and challenging enemy placements, to worry less about their equipment.

So, it goes without saying how shocked and horrified players were when they witnessed the protagonist’s weapon breaking during the first encounter with the Eater of Worlds.

This was the key to the forced loss event. It wasn’t about mindlessly charging and dying; the protagonist needed to attack the Eater of Worlds until their weapon’s durability was completely depleted.

Only then, accompanied by a cutscene of the weapon shattering, would the boss fight be considered “cleared.”

‘I wonder what it will do now.’

I stared blankly at the fragments of the Bloodstained Sword, shattered into pieces, with only a small portion of the hilt remaining.

It was ironic. The weapon that had flawlessly parried countless attacks from all manner of weapons and monsters was now broken after a single contact with the Eater of Worlds’s scales.

Later on, I would be able to parry any of its attacks with this weapon, whether it was a crushing blow from its forelegs or a sweeping attack with its tail.

I tightly gripped the remaining hilt of the Bloodstained Sword and glared at the Eater of Worlds. I had triggered all the necessary event flags. Now, all I could do was wait for its reaction.

The creature briefly observed the human before it, whose futile attack hadn’t even left a scratch, then slowly began to raise its head.

Fully extending its neck, it straightened its upper body and planted its forelegs firmly on the ground, its massive form appearing even more gigantic.

‘…It really is ridiculously huge.’

And there I stood, holding the broken weapon, facing it. There wasn’t anything more I could do at this point.

—You are brave… human…

Its thoughts invaded my mind again, without warning, as always.

The impact made me stagger, but this time, it seemed its intention was truly to communicate, as the shock quickly subsided. I clutched my throbbing head and looked up at the creature.

My actions seemed to have impressed it. Despite my attack, it showed no signs of anger or any intention to retaliate. Its gaze even softened slightly.

Of course, a slightly more favorable gaze didn’t quench its thirst for knowledge. Its vertical pupils began to turn black once more.

‘Here it comes.’

I gripped the hilt of the broken Bloodstained Sword tightly. It would read all my memories, realize I knew its secrets, and try to kill me.

“……Ugh?!”

Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation in my head.

Something warm and cold enveloped me. It was fleeting, so I couldn’t be certain, but that’s what it felt like.

The Eater of Worlds’s eyes returned to their usual ominous red.

I tensed, knowing that whatever it had been doing was over, even though I didn’t know what it was.

—So it is…

But its tone was much calmer than I expected.

—I understand… human…

‘Understand? Understand what?’

I was dumbfounded.

This wasn’t what I had expected at all. I thought it would be furious, demanding to know how I knew its secrets and threatening to kill me. But it was talking about understanding?

What did that even mean?

—The Sun… the Moon… It is them…

It continued to project its thoughts into my mind, muttering cryptic words. I was just as confused as before.

‘The Sun and Moon are the gods worshipped in the Holy Kingdom… Did the Popes do something to me?’

Why was it talking as if it knew everything, like some green-haired cat girl? It could have kept those thoughts to itself.

I wondered if all ancient beings were like this. Spouting cryptic nonsense, leaving the listener frustrated and confused.

If I could speak, I would have demanded a proper explanation, but the constant influx of thoughts prevented me from opening my mouth.

Just staying conscious was already pushing my mind to its limit.

—If you can withstand the power of the gods… then of course… you could defeat it…

‘Withstand the power of the gods?’

I suddenly recalled the words of the Creature Abandoned by God. It had mentioned sensing the divine power of the Sun and Moon within me.

It had also said that I should have melted before even receiving that power, as my vessel wasn’t strong enough to contain it.

At the time, I didn’t know the source of the power, so I had just dismissed it. But if it really was the power of the gods, it explained the current situation.

Of course, it raised a new question; why did I have that power in the first place?

—A human… who can withstand… the power of the gods… Intriguing… But… nothing more…

With those words, the thoughts probing my mind vanished. I finally regained control of my body. The oppressive weight and pain lifted.

I sighed in relief, then abruptly looked up.

‘…Is that it?’

The creature was spreading its four wings, preparing for takeoff. It seemed like it was actually leaving.

I stared at its outstretched wings, a mixture of relief and bewilderment on my face.

Did it fail to read my memories? But it seemed to have reached some sort of understanding on its own…

‘Ah, I see.’

The warm yet cold sensation that had enveloped me when the Eater of Worlds attempted to read my memories…

It probably sensed that power, figured out how I had defeated the Creature Abandoned by God, and decided to retreat.

‘It’s just a strong possibility, not a certainty, but…’

Ignoring my confusion, the Eater of Worlds spread its wings and soared into the sky. The ground cracked like a spiderweb from the impact, sending debris flying in all directions.

The Eater of Worlds’s massive body grew smaller and smaller as it flew away, as if it truly had no further business with me. Soon, its gigantic form disappeared beyond the horizon.

Lost in thought, I tried to piece things together.

‘I can narrow it down to two main possibilities.’

The immense holy power I had used during the Creature Abandoned by God boss fight, and the blessing the Popes had bestowed upon me before my return to the Empire.

The Eater of Worlds had probably sensed the former, but I couldn’t completely rule out the latter. It was best not to jump to conclusions until something was confirmed.

‘Come to think of it, I could just ask the Popes.’

I had meant to ask them later, but I had completely forgotten.

I groaned inwardly.

It couldn’t be helped. A lot had happened since defeating the Creature Abandoned by God. And I hadn’t anticipated this situation.

‘I don’t know. I’ll think about it later. For now, I need to take care of the unconscious people.’

I stared at the broken sword, then carefully placed it on the ground.

Since it was destroyed as part of an event, it could be repaired for free at the blacksmith. But now that it had come to this, it might not be a bad idea to give up on the Bloodstained Sword and get a new weapon.

I wondered if breaking the sword had been necessary if this was how it was going to end.

Organizing my thoughts, I turned around and noticed Cecilia staring at me, her body trembling.

A chilling thought struck me.

‘She didn’t hear our conversation, did she?’

The conversation I had directly with the Eater of Worlds was transmitted through thoughts, so there was no way she could have eavesdropped. But she might have heard the conversation I had with the mana human.

It wouldn’t be good if she had more reasons to be interested in me. I tried to ignore my growing unease and approached Cecilia.

“Are you alright, Your Majesty?”

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Cecilia had seen everything.

Although the aftereffects of the roar prevented her from moving, her eyes had been open, allowing her to witness Delta’s actions.

He had stood firm despite the dragon’s roar, he had stood before the dragon alone, and he had faced the dragon’s threats without flinching.

She had seen the dragon gather blue mana to communicate with a mere human, she had seen it unleash another roar to threaten Delta, and she had seen him suddenly decapitate the mana human.

And she had seen Delta charge at the dragon, weapon drawn.

All of it.

Although Delta’s weapon had shattered against the dragon’s scales, the outcome was irrelevant.

‘Is… is that even possible…?’

It shouldn’t have been possible.

A mere human, defying a dragon? And a dragon of legendary proportions, no less? Was that even conceivable?

But she had seen it with her own eyes, so she had to believe it. He had done it.

‘How…?’

Even with his weapon broken, even with his life on the line, his back remained straight. There wasn’t a hint of fear, not a trace of hesitation.

The dragon, rearing its upper body, radiated murderous intent as if about to unleash its breath. Even Cecilia, standing a distance away from that aura, felt her body trembling uncontrollably.

But Delta, he simply stood there, unfazed.

‘What… what is this…?’

The shock didn’t end there.

The dragon, which had been facing Delta with such a menacing aura, had been the one to retreat, flying away into the sky.

She didn’t understand what had transpired. But one thing was clear, the dragon had retreated, and Delta was still standing there, firm on his two feet.

Cecilia stared at his back, mesmerized, unable to look away.

Delta, after briefly watching the retreating dragon, glanced at his broken weapon and carefully placed it on the ground.

He turned his head, seemingly lost in thought, then paused as he noticed Cecilia.

“Are you alright, Your Majesty?”

His hesitation was brief.

Delta strode towards her. Seeing him approach, the tension gripping her body seemed to dissipate.

‘Ah…’

Witnessing that scene, Cecilia was now certain.

This man could fulfill her wish.

She had been half-convinced when she summoned him to her bedroom, but that conviction had now blossomed into awe.

‘Was I… not confident… but arrogant…?’

Minerva’s words came to mind. Be confident, but not arrogant.

What had Cecilia replied?

She had said she would change her mind if he truly were such a man.

“Your Majesty? Are you alright?”

Hearing his approaching footsteps, Cecilia, succumbing to exhaustion, fainted once more.

A profound sense of satisfaction washed over her, reaffirming that her judgment had been correct.

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