Chapter 118:

Chapter 118:

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Im going insane, Seong Jarim muttered as she realized she had fallen into the Path of Sin.

I knew this would happen, but its just too predictable

The tower constructed from ore, the magical stone-powered transportation device, and the vibrant stones embedded in the bodies of the residents of Baskarall of it resembled the scenery Seong Jarim had encountered when she was first trapped here.

I feel terrible.

Planet Baskar had attained a more advanced civilization than Earth, thanks to the magic power infused in the ores. If there had been no way to return to Earth, they might have accepted their fate and lived reasonably well here. In fact, a few people, including Seong Jarim herself, had held onto that hope.

However, the administrator of this place chose to exclude them.

Just like now.

A burst of red liquid suddenly erupted in front of Seong Jarim, who stood frozen. Even though she recognized it as an illusion, the intense heat overwhelmed her.

One by one, those trapped here were perishing. The administrator was literally slaughtering the people from Earth, not concealing their hatred toward them.

Why?

For 108 years, Seong Jarim had tirelessly pondered this question.

Why does the administrator of Baskar harbor such deep hatred toward the people from Earth? Why do their actions brim with anger? What did we do?

Even a single reason would have made the massacre feel less senseless. Yet, the administrator adamantly refused to disclose anything, choosing instead to seek their annihilation.

Unexplained rage ultimately ignited anger within the other party as well.

So, this isnt my fault

The tower crumbled, crashing to the ground, and a person running toward it became trapped in the debris. The magic stones mana went wild, causing the transportation device to explode, and the vibrant light emanating from the residents of Baskar gradually faded away.

Amidst the chaos, she stood at the center, consumed by anger, destroying everything.

She had awakened as an L-class due to the constant threat on her life and possessed the ability to drain her opponents vitality. No one could halt her rampage. The administrators relentless attempts to eliminate her had become a twisted form of a last push.

When Seong Jarim finally regained her senses, the once magnificent civilization lay in ruins, and Elona, who had tried desperately to save her, had perished.

Now I understand why I succumbed to the sin of wrath.

An empty land, a sky devoid of its radiance, and her sole friend in this placedead.

All of this was the price she paid for her anger toward the administrator.

With a bitter smile, Seong Jarim clenched a handful of sand in her hand. In the past, she would have been consumed by guilt, tormented, and slowly driven to insanity.

But I have changed.

Not anymore. With Seoras assistance, she had regained her sanity, recalled her homeland, and come to believe that the administrator of Baskar had committed the gravest wrong. However, the guilt of having taken innocent lives still haunted her.

Her hands were stained with sin, perhaps she wouldnt meet a noble death, and even in death, she would suffer. But for now, not yet.

There were still tasks she had to accomplish while she remained alive.

Someone has destroyed the head of Wrath. Awakened Seong Jarim has been freed from Path of Sin.

Look. Arent they urging me to get out there, saying theres no time to be tormented by guilt? Seong Jarim beamed at the system message illuminating the lightless sky. Outside, Yun Soera grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out. Yes, lets escape. Instead of wasting time suffering illusions that hold no truth, Id rather seek forgiveness from the innocent lives Ive taken.

Seong Jarim tightly gripped the light and shattered the illusion that held her captive.

***

Are you alright? Seora examined Seong Jarim carefully. Her complexion looked much better than Seora had expected.

Im fine, Seong Jarim replied calmly, easing Seoras concerns. Seora had been worried that she would have a difficult time, but it seemed that Jarims mental strength had improved.

Kang Sejun!

As Seora reached out her hand, Kang Sejun, who was engaged in combat, flicked his finger. A crimson magic circle appeared beneath Seoras feet, lifting her body into the air. The dragons tail swung towards the blocking cube.

Ugh!

The impact of the strike reverberated through the cube, but Seora swallowed the bitter taste of blood and endured. Kang Sejun, who had been launching attacks from above, quickly approached to support her.

You fool! Leave the rest to us and take a break. Your mana has significantly depleted.

I still have potions left. And these kinds of injuries will be easily treated once Monique is freed.

The problem is not knowing which one is holding Monique.

Havent you seen her in the past?

Things have changed. It was originally Garcia who was trapped in wrath, not Seong Jarim. Besides, Ive also fallen into greed, which Ive never experienced before. Its possible that others have changed as well.

Seora glanced briefly at Seong Jarim, who was relentlessly carving through the dragons scales below. Hmm, it seems like shes lost control again.

Well then, lets attack them one by one. Lets eliminate them in order.

Whos first?

That one.

Seora pointed her finger at the yellow-crowned head, the head of gluttony. You can fly in front of the dragon together with the angels. Even a dragon would find flies annoying. Meanwhile, Ill break the horns and crowns with Seong Jarim.

Did you just refer to the angels as flies?

Well, it doesnt matter. No one is listening anyway.

Seora looked at Michael, who was battling the red head. His flaming sword struck the red crown repeatedly. Clang, clang. The sound of metal resonated. Julian would soon be liberated even without their assistance.

If it were Michaels true power, he could have severed at least two heads by now. But since Olivers skill summoned him, its probably difficult to cut off more than one. Even in Armageddon, there are limits when summoned by a contractor.

Then while Michael serves as a decoy, well cut off the remaining heads. Lets go.

Seora kicked Kang Sejuns buttocks with her foot. Despite his bewildered gaze, she called out loudly to Seong Jarim, who was on the ground.

Seong Jarim!

Her voice was so loud that not only she, but also the angels and the dragon, turned their attention toward her. However, Seora paid no mind and aggressively pointed her finger toward the yellow head.

It was so blatant that it would be stupid not to notice her intention.

<Do you think Ill just stand here and watch!?>

The heads opened their mouths wide, preparing to unleash their breath attack. Seora created a small cube in the air and kicked it, propelling herself high into the sky. Thanks to Kang Sejuns flying magic, she swiftly escaped the range of the breath attack.

<RAAAARGH!>

Seizing the perfect timing, Kang Sejun attacked the open mouths. Lightning tore through their jaws, causing the dragon to writhe in pain. Blood oozed between its teeth, but its heads still clustered around the yellow head.

Once again, the tail swung through the air. Kang Sejun narrowly avoided it, but the angels, unable to evade in time, were torn apart and crashed to the ground.

With the heads attention focused on the sky, Seong Jarim skillfully maneuvered through the thrashing body of the dragon. Her movements, grabbing onto scales and leaping, surpassed even Yun Seoras.

<How dare you!>

In an instant, another head lunged toward Jarim as she stood atop the yellow head. Just as Kang Sejun had done, she also attempted to swing her scythe toward the mouth of the head.

Huh?

Something caught her attention. What was that? Why was that there, no, why was Seora there?

Seora?

Above the blue head, Seora, wearing a wicked smile, tightly gripped the crown of sloth instead of gluttony.