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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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In Reincarnated Hero, the Authorities of Archdemons were treated as omnipotent.
Perhaps because of this, Marcosias’s Curse of Obedience also had an extremely malicious mechanic.
First, like Bune’s ‘Curse of Instant Death,’ it possessed the utterly broken trait of ‘Curse Removal Impossible.’
During the closed beta, when implementing this, they treated it not as a simple debuff, but as a ‘skill’ applied to the target, making it immune to dispel magic.
Therefore, I was able to select this curse.
Of course, stealing this didn’t mean I could use the Authority of Obedience.
On the contrary, it meant I would become Marcosias’s subordinate.
However, if I didn’t steal it, Aria would remain Marcosias’s subordinate.
‘…I’ll take it instead.’
Originally, my plan was to steal this skill and immediately log out to escape back to reality.
However…
As if the goddess of fortune was truly by my side, a way to overcome this appeared.
With a bitter smile…
I took out my ring.
The Great Sage’s Memorize: Shackles of Inscription
And I registered the skill [Heisman Family Secret Technique], obtained after defeating the demonized Nicolseta.
‘To think this would work out so perfectly…’
My plan was… simple.
Steal the Authority, the curse, placed on Aria using ‘Dawn of Resurrection,’ then use the inscribed ‘Heisman Family Secret Technique’ with dual chanting to extract it in scroll form.
Then, both Aria and I could escape his control.
‘Select, Marcosias’s Authority – Curse of Obedience.’
Select the skill
› Stealing Marcosias’s Authority – Curse of Obedience!
-Woong!
A violet afterimage appeared on my body.
“This feels disgusting.”
Perhaps this was what Marcosias’s oppressive magic pressure felt like.
-Crackle!… Crackle!
“Ugh…”
A sharp pain as if his heart was being squeezed.
He realized anew how remarkable Aria was.
And at the same time, dual chanting activated.
The magic pressure that had been crushing him swiftly retreated,
-Swish, swish!
and began to permeate a piece of parchment in the air, forming letters.
‘Nicolseta, you, who were a troll incarnate, are being so helpful…’
-Ding!
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Finally, in his hand was a scroll containing that bastard’s dog-like unavoidable skill.
‘Now. Come quickly. Marcosias.’
All that remained was to wait for him.
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Back in the Valley of Death.
-Ping! Ping!
-?!
Suddenly, Marcosias felt a sensation as if something had snapped in his mind, repeatedly.
‘……’
He knew instinctively.
It was like with Darian. Someone had escaped his control.
‘Wait…?’
Girl?
-…
The silver-haired girl in front of him showed no reaction.
Girl???
It felt like talking to himself in an empty space.
“She… broke free… from my control…?”
For some reason, Aria was no longer Marcosias’s subordinate.
It didn’t take long for the bewildered Marcosias to fully grasp the situation.
“It doesn’t… matter… Without that bastard, the chances of these weaklings defeating me…”
As Marcosias shrugged it off and raised his head,
-……
A Fallen Angel with three pairs of black wings stood before him.
Her beauty surpassed even the succubi of Pandemonium.
“Hmm…? Who are you…?”
-Snap.
-?
-Kaboom!!!
With a single snap of her fingers, Marcosias’s body was split in half.
W-Wait…!
More accurately, it was the pain of being split in half.
Kgh…
Pain so intense he couldn’t even scream.
For a moment, the thought that he had sent a Fallen Angel from Pandemonium to support him felt like a delusion.
-Slam!!!
He was now slammed vertically into the ground.
Kgh! Kghaaaaaack!!!
Meanwhile, she, floating motionlessly in the sky, was supremely noble.
‘Is that… the girl… who used fire…?’
Unlike vultures or evil spirits that circled in the air, waiting for their prey to die…
She stood motionless, delivering the final blow without a shred of mercy.
“…Die…”
-Snap, snap.
This time, it was two snaps of her fingers.
The pain had only just begun, and this was dangerous.
W-W-Wait…
The magic following these simple movements was truly immense.
-Kaboom!!!
Black meteors began to crash into Marcosias’s entire body.
He couldn’t see.
Starting from his head, everything that constituted his form began to crumble.
It didn’t end there.
He began to burn from the inside, melting away.
Black flames.
Flames that inflicted pain as if grinding his bones.
Flames that, once ignited, would burn even his soul…
The one who wielded Pandemonium’s inextinguishable flames had appeared.
M-Mercy…!
.
.
.
Needless to say,
the situation afterward was one-sided.
To the point where the archdemon’s dignity seemed pathetic,
Marcosias writhed in agony and died.
-Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp.
He didn’t know. How long had he burned?
With his memories torn to shreds, he was certain of only one thing: he had suffered for a very long time.
As he escaped that nightmarish time and gasped for breath…
-Zoom!
His other ability, the Well of Souls, activated.
Unlike other archdemons like Bune, who couldn’t Revive with the Well of Souls if pierced by a holy sword,
Marcosias had gained the power to withstand it and return, so this was all he could cling to.
‘I-I must return… to my legion… quickly…!’
And for the first time, he had to acknowledge it.
The potential of humans when faced with extreme situations.
He had been too careless, too dismissive of them.
Once he regained a new body, he would gather his strength and advance cunningly, without joining forces with those useless humans.
“Haha… Hahaha!”
The thought somehow amused him.
He was amused by himself, defeated by those insignificant creatures.
But he would be better off than Bune. No, he was better off.
At least he had been given a chance for revenge.
.
.
.
-Crackle. Crackle.
-Splash!
Marcosias’s body began to reconstruct in the hatchery pool, his territory.
-Hiss… Haaa…
The familiar air of Pandemonium, the abyss where the 5th Legion resided, reassured him.
He was surprised.
To think that a human girl would awaken the power of a Fallen Angel…
‘A Fallen Angel. Or perhaps even higher…’
Unlike himself, a Power Angel, she was at least at the level of a High-Ranking Angel.
“Was it the influence of the Crimson Ash’s essence and the rampaging magic tower…?”
Unfortunately, only humans could absorb the essence of monsters.
‘Human greed knows no bounds.’
The memory of just a few minutes ago, screaming madly while engulfed in black flames.
-Slam!
He slammed his fist into the ground.
“…Damn it. Damn it…!”
Marcosias, in a foul mood, needed time to recover and compose himself.
“Yes… Today, it’s a human girl…”
He would capture a few human girls and have his way with them until they died.
He had put aside that hobby for a while because the sight of them desperately clinging to life was annoying.
-…
Even recalling that girl’s face was repulsive, but he had to overcome it.
-Crackle… Crackle!
Just as Marcosias’s body was almost fully restored,
-Click.
-……?
Silence, and the cold touch of metal against the back of his head.
…Wh-Who… Who is it…?
At the same time, a familiar instinct pierced his mind.
The unpredictable arrows of that bastard.
The fear that seeped into his very bones.
I-I asked who it is…!
His heart sank reflexively.
In truth, Marcosias knew best who it was.
But stalling for time by asking a question with a predetermined answer was proof that Marcosias, who had always found his daily routine boring, felt anything but bored right now.
A-Are… are there any others here…!
His body wouldn’t move.
His physical form hadn’t fully returned yet.
Instead, his massive body trembled violently.
This was the first and last time he would experience the emotion called fear.
And the one who bestowed this terrifying gift upon him spoke.
“Hello.”
M-Mercy…
Two human words that served as both a greeting and a farewell.
!!!!!
With those words,
a single crossbow shot, heralding death, echoed through Marcosias’s hatchery.
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