Season: 1 235: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (8)

Book 1 Chapter 235: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (8)

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

“Kuk...”

It felt like her consciousness was slowly fading. Anastasia wanted to get up, but because of the pressure on her back, such a task was impossible.

The force of this pressure was beyond imagination.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was a Golem, her body would definitely have been crushed by now.

‘Sh*t!’

She couldn’t help but shed some tears because of her helplessness.

Anastasia forcibly raised her head.

She knew that it was pointless. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but take a look.

Then she saw an illusion. In her blurry vision that seemed as though it would fade at any time, she thought she saw Lukas.

‘Ha-, hahaha.’

Right. It was definitely an illusion.

Anastasia was certain that somewhere in her heart, she was desperately hoping for Lukas’ help. She was hoping that he’d suddenly appear and overcome this helpless situation.

But she was simply escaping her responsibility. No. She was doing nothing more than denying the reality.

Anastasia felt so disgusted in herself that she wanted to vomit.

Lukas wasn’t a god. In other words, he wasn’t someone whom she could just conveniently cry out to whenever she was in trouble.

Besides, looking at this illusion.

It wasn’t ‘Frey Blake’; it was ‘Lukas Trowman’. What was the probability that he, who Lord said was already dead, would suddenly appear with his appearance from 4,000 years ago?

At this critical moment.

‘It’s so childish that it wouldn’t even be written in the story of a great hero.’

That’s why she was certain that this was an illusion.

Anastasia’s vision faded.

And even if it wasn’t.

If what she had just seen was not an illusion.

If that person was really Lukas.

And if he’d come to save them...

‘It’s a little... late.’

With that thought, Anastasia lost consciousness.

* * *

[...]

Lord felt his Endtongue slowly dissipate.

This wasn’t because he stopped it. Instead, it was because Lukas had negated his pressure.

This wasn’t surprising. Especially if this man was truly Lukas.

Before long, the pressure that had been pressing Anastasia and Jekid to the floor completely disappeared. Nevertheless, neither of them got to their feet. The two of them had already lost consciousness.

Of course, Lord had completely lost interest in them.

[Right. So that’s what happened.]

His attention was only focused on Lukas.

This man, who should have died after he took most of his divine power, was now standing in front of him once again.

This wasn’t a condition that could’ve been cured.

It was different from an injury to his body. The scars that had been dealt to his soul itself should have taken a very long time to heal. Furthermore, the wounds that he’d dealt to Lukas’ soul should have been fatal.

Time should have done nothing more than accelerate his death.

But he was still alive. More importantly, he reappeared in front of him in perfect condition.

With the balance’s core. The power that he’d given everything to obtain.

Lord’s distorted expression slowly softened. He regained his composure.

This situation was actually much better than he expected. If that Witch, Iris, had been determined to hide the core, then even Lord would have spent a very long time looking for it.

However, the core had now appeared in front of him without requiring any effort.

The reason for his rage and impatience had completely disappeared.

But now that he had more time to think, his suspicion increased.

Lord tilted his head to the side and said.

[But why did you appear before me again?]

He was genuinely curious.

He continued as he looked at Lukas who was silently looking back at him.

[I figured where Iris took you... It was the broken Celestial World. It is a world that had already been destroyed and was filled with space debris. Had you not left, you might have been able to enjoy some false happiness for a moment.]

“...”

[Isn’t that what Iris wanted?]

“I’m sure it was.”

[Then why? Why did you come here just to die a dog’s death?]

“What’s the point of living in a fake illusion?”

Lukas paused for a moment before shaking his head.

“...no. I might make sense to you. But I don’t want that. Reality is much more important to me, and I can’t ignore the suffering of those who are close to me.”

[Hoh...]

“That’s why I can’t just sit at the side and watch you do as you please.”

After saying this, Lukas seemed to remember something.

“And it will be you, not me, who will die.”

[Ku-, kuhuhu...]

Lord burst into laughter.

Right. He thought this would be the case.

For some reason, he felt that this situation was very familiar. Similar to when the humans here had driven him into a corner.

The power of Endtongue was clearly activated.

And Lord was convinced that this power would be able to break Lukas’ composure.

...

...

But nothing happened.

[Get lost!]

He said it again.

Nevertheless, Lukas didn’t even budge. Rather, he even began walking towards Lord.

[What is...]

“As long as you have those wings on your back, you will never be able to defeat me. Your essence has already changed.”

[What...?]

Lord looked back at his wings with a blank expression.

Lukas sighed again.

“You are no longer a Demigod. You still haven’t realised that.”

[Of course I know that! But what does that have to do with anything?]

Lord shouted with bloodshot eyes.

[The fact that I’m no longer a Demigod has nothing to do with killing you! They just became a burden anyway! Why should I carry around that trash that made me go crazy when combined with my broken psyche?]

“...”

Clear disappointment appeared on Lukas’ face. This expression enraged Lord even more.

“...is that something that the leader of a species would say? Furthermore, you don’t even seem to realise that you’ve become a different being.”

[Of course I have! I have evolved!]

“You haven’t. Instead, it can be said that you degenerated. At least here in the Mortal World... Think about the demons.”

[The demons?]

He couldn’t understand.

However, when he heard what Lukas said next, Lord’s expression hardened considerably.

“Are they able to use their full power here on the Continent? Even Lucifer only managed to circumvent this law after fusing with the Dragon Lord. After he obtained the core of the balance. What about you? You’re the balance of the celestial world, who killed Lucifer and absorbed Satan’s core. Do you really think you could exert your full strength here in the Mortal World?”

[...]

“It had been possible a while ago. You could have used all the power you wanted. And there’s only one reason why it was possible... the Demigods. The presence of those you treated like burdens was what supported you.”

[...!!!]

The Demigods.

Even if they thought that they were fragments of the will of the world, no one could deny that they were beings born in the Mortal World.

Because he had consumed dozens of these transcendent beings, he had been able to use unlimited power in the Mortal World. Until then, the laws of this world still considered Lord as a Demigod.

But that was no more.

[U-, uhh...]

Lord stumbled backwards.

He recalled the vomit he’d just spat out.

The race he’d abandoned had been calling his name.

‘Lo... rd...’

‘Spare us...’

‘Ku-, kuuk... juk...’

Lukas got closer to Lord, who had collapsed on the ground, and delivered the final truth.

“And now, you are no longer Lord.”

[What do you...]

“‘Lord’ is there.”

While saying this, Lukas pointed to the puddle of black liquid. It was only then when Lord realised that Lukas had also brought his vomit to the island, but he couldn’t concentrate on that fact.

Among the faces that appeared like bubbles in the black liquid, he suddenly saw ‘that’ face. The face of ‘Lord’. The round, egg-like face without any features. (Note: well that explains the sudden facial features)

[A-, ahhh-?!]

“...you should have kept carrying your people. Even if the path was painful, you never should have given up on carrying them.”

Lukas and Lord had something in common.

They were different in many ways, but both of them had successfully brought their souls to a new level.

But there was also a difference.

Lukas abandoned his humanity, but he didn’t forget that he was human. But Lord abandoned the Demigods and forgot that he was Demigod.

He’d forgotten his essence. He’d given up the responsibility that he should have held till death.

Just to be comfortable, Lord had chosen to run away.

And this was the price.

“You gained the powers of an Angel. You must have wanted to showcase your absolute power to the humans. It wouldn’t be impossible for them to wallow in hopelessness and despair after witnessing the power of my Endtongue.”

However.

Lukas looked down at Lord as he continued.

“But such power means nothing to a being who is your equal.”

[Sh-, shut up!]

Lord screamed and rushed wildly towards Lukas.

Looking at him, Lukas simply muttered.

“...we won’t have a fight. You have already thrown away that possibility.”

[Th-, then. What am I?]

Was he saying that wasn’t the trash?

If that was the real Lord...

Then who was he?

Was ‘he’, the one who was currently controlling the body, the trash?

[A-, ahhh! Aaaak! Lu-, Lukas-!]

Lord screamed madly as he rushed towards Lukas.

And on this small, unnamed island, what happened next, as Lukas said, was not a fight.