Chapter 132: Fall of the Hero (1)

Chapter 132: Fall of the Hero (1)

It had been a few days since I got an experience double coupon from a 10-pull.

I had already used one coupon and earned a large amount of karma.

It was an item that I bought with expensive money, even if it had some drawbacks.

To use the coupon properly, I had to try it once in advance.

That was what I did.

“Hmm... I got about 3,000 karma last time, right?”

That was how much karma I gained from using the coupon.

On top of hunting diligently, the karma that I usually received was doubled as well.

3,000 karma per coupon.

Not a bad level.

Except for the one I used for testing, I still had four coupons left.

How to use the remaining four was a problem that I had to think about in the future.

“I could get much more karma if I use them when my level is higher... but the causality rate adjustment is a concern.”

There were many things that I had to pay attention to while playing the game.

There was always a backlash, except for spending money.

The most important thing in game play was not to raise the difficulty recklessly.

It was not a game that I could just leave alone and go wild.

“But there are some convenient parts of being idle.”

Of course, even when I was not logged in, the characters worked hard to earn karma for me.

The church was also growing its power continuously.

These were all advantages of being an idle game.

Just like the characters that I saw on the screen right now.

-“For the time being, we plan to spend time on fortifying the holy land.”

The church’s headquarters where Yuto landed.

There, Archbishop Roan gathered the apostles and talked.

What Roan talked about was Yuto’s fortification.

It was also something that I had been thinking about since I got [Artifact: Fake Divine Tree Yggdrasil].

“Fortification. That’s a good idea. A flying fortress is cool.”

A sky fortress that bombed the ground while flying.

Wouldn’t that be every man’s dream?

I agreed with Roan’s plan on many aspects.

Roan, who came up with a good idea, pointed at Yuto who landed on the ground with his finger and spoke.

-“First of all, we will start with installing the magical part.”

-“The magical part...!”

Perin’s eyes sparkled as he heard Roan’s story.

He was happy that Yuto was evolving in some way.

Of course, Roan ignored him and continued to explain.

-“Even though the guardian of the holy land has stealth and bombardment abilities, I think the holy land should be the last bastion for the church.”

-“The last bastion...”

-“For that, Apostle Eutenia helped us a lot. The fortification plan will be based on the magic circle that she drew for us.”

Nod.

Eutenia, who was listening, nodded her head in agreement.

She also contributed a lot to the fortification plan.

And behind her, Peter, the mage, was packing up his stuff.

Why was he doing that there?

As I alternated between looking at the two of them with a short thought, Roan added an explanation.

-“Since Apostle Eutenia will be away for a while on a mission, the fortification plan will start after we transport the carriage and the two of you to the destination.”

It turned out that Eutenia was leaving the church for a while.

It seemed to be part of the operation to get the [Philosopher’s Stone] that I ordered before.

As if to prove that, there was a brief conversation between Eutenia and Peter.

Eutenia looked at Peter, who was struggling to load his luggage, and popped up a speech bubble.

-“Peter. You should be careful not to ruin the cake when you move it.”

-“Huh? Cake? Do we need that?”

-“You never know how long the journey will be.”

-“Hmm...”

She asked him to be careful not to ruin the cake.

It was a rather absurd command from my point of view.

After all, Eutenia liked cake more than any other apostle.

When did she start liking cake?

As I racked my brain and wondered about the beginning, I remembered giving her a cake when she was hiding in a cave.

“Did I feed her too much cake?”

Even by the standards of that time, it was a cake that cost more than 6,000 won each.

It was natural for her to react that way, since she had grown up eating expensive cakes.

Especially since most of the times when a cake came out of the lottery, I gave it to Euteneia as a reward.

Did I make one of my characters a cake addict?

That’s how much Euteneia loved cakes.

“Well... Euteneia does her job well, at least.”

Of course, this was a luxury problem for a character who was worth the money.

No one could deny that Euteneia was the hardest worker in the cult.

Roan also moved busily, but most of the big tasks were done by Euteneia’s hands.

Her personal strength was also one of the top among the apostles.

“Please keep up the good work. As for the cakes... I’ll try my best to find them.”

His power was indispensable for the great work that was carried out in the holy land.

“What do I have to do?”

Chwarararak.

The bookshelf of hieroglyphs in Hus’s hand turned quickly.

Hus’s eyes, holding the hieroglyphs, also shone brightly.

When Hus asked her about his role with the artifact in his hand, Aurora pulled down the lever of the device.

“You have to reproduce this magic, Hus.”

What appeared as the lever was pulled was a magic.

It was a small-scale magic, but it contained complex patterns.

Hus realized why he was needed as he looked at the magic with his eyes glowing.

The device here could only reproduce magic of that size.

Only Hus, who used the miracle of hieroglyphs, could activate magic on a larger scale.

“So that’s what it was.”

“Can you do it, Hus?”

“I’ve finished analyzing the magic. It’s okay to move on to the next step.”

Clank. Rattle.

Aurora’s hand operated the lever again.

Then, this time, a space with a huge magic circle began to rise up.

Aurora winked at Hus as if that was her goal.

Now, her eyes were filled with strong anticipation.

“That’s where you have to use magic, I guess.”

Nod.

Hus’s eyes stared at the center of the magic circle as he moved his head.

Light and light flashed and drew huge lines in the air.

The ability of the hero of knowledge to reproduce the magic he had seen once.

The miracle of hieroglyphs reproduced the powerful magic he had seen on a larger scale.

“——Hieroglyphs.”

One line creates light.

Another line strengthens the light that stretches out.

Many lines overlap and create complex patterns.

Countless lines and power wanted to do only one thing.

The endless movement of great power.

“Ah, aah...!”

A scream burst out of Aurora’s mouth as she watched the magic.

The power flowing from God’s remains was moving towards the hero’s remains.

The powerful power began to defy the order of the world as it shook.

The soul that was forcibly held back also went against the natural order and was trapped in the decaying body.

The hero of the past, who was trapped in the reproduction of the miracle, opened his eyes.

“This is, no way...”

“Arein!”

Crack. Splash.

The glass tube that had been storing the old hero’s remains broke.

The preservation liquid from the broken glass tube soaked the floor heavily, and in it, the dead man who opened his eyes floated in the air.

The former hero of knowledge, Arein Crost.

The dark power flowing from his body dominated the entire space.

“Ugh, ugh...!”

Hus frowned at the pressure of the power that pressed down on his whole body.

He had become a hero and gained endless power, but even with his power, he could not bear the pressure now.

But Aurora ran towards Arein even in that pressure.

She quickly approached Arein and hugged him with all her strength.

“Are you awake, Arein?”

“......”

“Arein. Finally, finally our promise has come true.”

She looked at the dead man who came back to life with moist eyes.

A short kiss.

Aurora’s lips touched Arein’s and then parted.

She caressed Arein’s cheek with affectionate eyes.

The hero who woke up from a deep sleep greeted her with a slow voice.

– “Ah, Au, rora...”

“Arein. Arein... You promised to protect me forever.”

An eternal promise.

The oath that bound the hero even after death was there.

Arein’s hand hugged Aurora’s head, who had grown old.

There was a difference of many years between the hero who died long ago and the saintess who became an old woman.

“There are evil apostles of the evil god who threaten the holy land. Arein... Please defeat them all for us.”

Aurora whispered in Arein’s ear in the endless oath.

The hero of knowledge.

An unrivaled genius.

The talent of destruction.

Impossible.

The hero who inherited all those adjectives nodded his head briefly.

For God. For the holy land.

For his only lover.

The vow was eternal. And it had to be eternal.