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KWA-AAAAANG!!!

“Uriel has caught it!”

“Uriel! Uriel! Uriel!”

“Truly the Angel Guild!”

“……”

It’s been 59 days since the disaster appeared.

The second supreme dead one, the massive body of the Vina team, was smashed by Uriel’s hammer.

The Vina team used their enormous body and the powerful ability to change the terrain to instill fear across the continent.

Originally, the Angel Guild did not intervene, and other guilds with different users were supposed to handle it, but the supreme dead one is a different existence.

No matter how much power the users who gained the strength of angels had, there were limits, and the Angel Guild had to join forces.

Raphael and Uriel. Along with the majority of users who were granted holiness, they combined their powers, ultimately ending the Vina team’s life with Uriel’s hammer.

KABOOM!!

As Uriel stood atop the Vina team’s corpse, the cheers grew even louder.

While most people cheered for Uriel, she quietly looked around.

No matter where she looked, everyone possessed holiness.

Whether many or few, most were soaked in holiness, and the white badges attached to their clothes sparkled.

Indeed… there are too many.

At this rate, wouldn’t almost everyone have chosen the angels?”

“Is this it?”

“Now it’s just beginning. Wave your hand or something.”

Raphael came closer amidst the cheering crowd.

Uriel gave a displeased expression at Raphael’s words and then asked him to make himself clear.

“Enough. It’s better to catch them quickly.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Where’s the other supreme dead one? If we caught the Vina team, I would think they’re all revealed.”

“The first dead one, Abid, will target Elbrite, Lady Lily’s land. There are several strange monsters there, including the Emperor, so it should be no problem.”

“And then?”

“Only the seventh one, ‘Clown,’ remains. You know? The number doesn’t necessarily reflect the order of strength.”

“So?”

“Never let your guard down.”

The Angel Guild is strong, but the supreme dead ones aren’t to be underestimated.

With the baseline being among the middle low and demonic levels, if one underestimates them, the chances of falling helplessly are high.

Uriel glared at Raphael and then flew straight toward the target.

Although she couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of the supreme dead one known as the Clown, she could faintly track the traces thanks to receiving the power of the angels.

Continuing to follow the traces would yield meaningful information.

As Uriel left, Raphael turned his head.

‘Soon. The door will open.’

The door to the ‘Heavenly Realm,’ which opens when all seven dead ones beloved by the demon die.

Whether that door would bring good or bad to the users is uncertain.

“…It’ll be alright. It has to be.”

At least it would be a good thing for those who chose ‘light.’

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Kuhhh…

Somewhere outside the territory of Elbrite in the northeast.

The first supreme dead one and a couple of zombies, hidden in the shadows filled with the dead.

The swordsman, Abid, who lost his lover to Lily, stared intensely in the direction of Elbrite, suppressing his rage.

“I will kill… I will definitely kill…”

I want to smash that place right now.

Having lost his eternal half to the existence of light.

Even though the ‘Evil God’ has not yet descended at this time, he couldn’t possibly win, but the Abid then and the Abid now are different.

Having trained at ‘Mountain of the Dead’ until his soul was chipped away, he could confidently say he has become much stronger.

Perhaps, given a little more time, he might reach even higher realms.

Kuhhh…

“But I can’t. If I go now, it’s an instant death.”

I can’t feel that ‘light existence,’ but I can sense at least two pretty strong presences.

One was a warrior of similar or lower caliber to himself, while the other was far superior.

The eerie and dry presence gives off a vibe that, although weaker than the light being, could easily defeat Abid.

If they were all they had, he would muster the dead of the Mountain of the Dead for revenge, but…

“Without catching that light existence, it’s meaningless.”

The ultimate goal is to eradicate the light existence and revive his lover with that power.

If he can’t achieve that, this fight would be pointless.

Kuhhh…

So he can only wait.

‘How long? How long must I wait?’

The door must open.

The ‘Evil God,’ who will turn this land to death and ruin the world, must descend.

But just how much longer must he wait?

‘Just how much longer…’

“You seem to have a lot on your mind, Abid.”

Tap.

From beyond the shadows, a dead one gracefully descended.

He had long legs and arms, with a long hat obscuring his face, dressed in a clown’s outfit.

The seventh supreme dead one, the being that has existed since the Mountain of the Dead first came into being.

He’s so old that even his name isn’t known, which made him be considered the one most favored by the ‘Evil God’, but it didn’t seem like that at all.

If he truly cherished that, he wouldn’t just be ‘the seventh’, but rather the first or second.

But he was just a pawn now, just like Yena.

“Clown Skeleton. What’s up?”

“Hehe. You seem filled with revenge.”

“If there’s nothing important, then go. Your purpose is to bring death and mischief here.”

Why has he suddenly come without carrying out his duties?

Abid questioned with irritation, but the anonymous clown just shook his head and chuckled.

“It’s just us.”

‘…What?’

“All are dead… No, saying they’re dead is a bit weird, isn’t it?”

After all, the dead are ‘dead beings.’

He nodded as if he acknowledged this and corrected himself.

“They have mostly perished. Among the seven dead ones, only the two of us remain.”

‘Perished? All of them?’

“Yes!”

‘Why?’

Each supreme dead one is a being that could lead the entire continent to destruction.

Although Abid himself is not a match, they were all considered strong enough to be seen as somewhat ‘allies.’

But to say they have all perished is…

The clown spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Because they were weak?”

‘……’

“Unfortunately, among the life forms here, many have received the ‘light’s’ assistance. This blatantly shows they are rejecting us, and it hurts my heart. Boohoo…”

‘What’s up with the skeleton pretending to cry?’

“I too have a rotting heart.”

In the long hat, shadows of dark eyes could faintly be seen.

Though the clown babbled about shedding fake tears for Lily, what fell wasn’t water or blood but poisonous purple droplets.

With a terribly awkward fake emotion, Abid turned away.

‘That’s a real pity.’

“Isn’t it?”

‘Then you take care of the others’ share. I have to focus my power and strike that place…’

“For revenge?”

‘…Yeah.’

“But why aren’t you doing it?”

‘…I can’t do it right now!’

He wants revenge, desperately.

But the situation won’t allow for it.

Even if he tried, the light existence is nowhere to be found!

What can he possibly do in this situation?

Abid glared at the clown, shedding tears of blood, but the clown only laughed more heartily.

“There’s a way, Abid.”

‘What?’

“You know the condition for ‘that person’ to come down.”

‘All seven of us disappear, or more than half of the life forms in this world die. The former seems to be favored by ‘light’, but…’

“Exactly! But what’s the situation? Not to mention half of this world, only 10% has died so far.”

‘……’

Even after diligently slaughtering for over two months, there are limits.

No matter how many dead ones are mobilized, no matter how strong the supreme dead ones are, adversaries exist in this world.

If things had gone smoothly, there wouldn’t have been a need for five supreme dead ones to die.

“If it can’t be won, shouldn’t we summon ‘that person’ and face them?”

‘…What? You’re saying we should annihilate ourselves and hand everything over to the Evil God? You think I would accept that?’

“Eh? What are you talking about? Suddenly wanting to commit suicide! I’m going to live in eternal death!”

The clown theatrically expressed shock and waved his hands.

Abid wanted to take him down right then but struggled to hold back.

There was nothing he could do right now, and the clown had always been a mysterious figure of unknown identity.

He smiled even wider, clapping his hands.

“Do you know? There’s no difference between the dead and the living. Death is life, and life is death.”

‘…?’

“A dead one could very well become a living being again. And what if that dead one dies once more?”

‘…They’re treated as having died in terms of life?’

“Exactly!”

Finally understanding what the clown was trying to convey, Abid’s eyes widened.

Right now, he is suggesting massively releasing the dead to significantly increase the ‘dying life.’

The second condition for the ‘Evil God’ to descend requires more than half of the life forms in this world to perish.

It’s a pretty plausible idea, but there’s a fundamental issue.

‘…But that’s too few. Do you know how many lives exist in this world?’

“Hmm? Quite a lot.”

‘Just sending out a few thousand won’t even scratch the surface. Even if I send out a few hundred thousand at once, it’s going to be impossible…’

“Let’s release all of them.”

‘…Huh?’

The clown took off his hat.

His smile was terrifyingly wide.

“We’ll send out millions of dead ones at once. Let them bury themselves and become one with them.”

 

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