Season 2 Chapter 511

Season 2 Chapter 511

Astrafe was smashed, both arms were chopped off, his head was crushed, and his body was embedded into the ground like a piece of trash.

Instead of the pain that far exceeded his imagination, Retip was more afraid of something else.

‘...has it only been 1 minute?’

In his extremely focused senses, blue flashes of light could be seen in every direction, like illusory images.

This sight revived the feeling of fear that Retip had forgotten long ago.

“Cough. Kuhaha...”

Coughing up crackling lightning, Retip chuckled.

Then, he wondered why he had burst out laughing.

What did that laugh mean?

Was it a bluff to forget his fear? Or was it a way to help his wretched self?

...It was fine either way.

More than that, Retip paid attention to the fact that he could still laugh.

If he still had the energy to laugh, then naturally, he still had the energy to fight.

The moment he got up from the ground, lightning began to strike from the sky like heavy rain.

Rumble!

The surroundings were illuminated and the tall buildings began to crumble like rotten old trees. Retip looked at the only existence that had maintained its original form in his brightened vision.

Ten Thousand Claps of Thunder(萬雷).

He used a radar concept that could turn a country into powder.

Boom!

In the end, it turned out to be the correct judgment. With his ability to barely catch the movements, and half luck, Retip was able to earn another 3 seconds.

Head to head confrontations had to be avoided.

Engaging in direct power clashes with that thing was tantamount to suicide.

In this time, his severed hands and crushed skull had regenerated.

[...so you have a transcendent body.]

Pale murmured in a dry voice.

[That certainly is annoying. If your concept isn’t cut, you’ll keep coming back.]

At that moment, she raised her sword. As the dark blue aura swirled around the blade, Retip felt an unprecedented pressure.

His entire body felt paralysed, like a mouse before a predator.

Crackle.

An electric current flowed through his stiff body, forcing it to move. Retip managed to avoid the blade by a hair’s breadth— or so he thought.

Shuk.

He felt a large cut on his stomach. But instead of blood and intestines, electricity leaked from the wound.

This electricity was the foundation of Retip’s very existence. To the Absolute Retip, this damage was more severe than pouring out blood.

Pale’s attack didn’t stop there.

A series of wild blows that couldn’t be grasped poured onto him without rest, causing the large and small wounds on Retip’s body to increase.

It wasn’t long before he lost the energy to even move and was pushed into a corner.

[About 2 minutes.]

Looking at Retip, who had collapsed in a defenceless state, Pale spoke.

[That is the time you sacrificed your life to earn. Did you know? I could have finished you off faster.]

“...I see.”

Retip muttered in a slurred voice, then reached out to grab something.

It was the broken Astafe. It was like that because it had endured dozens of attacks from Pale. It could be said that it was the biggest contributor to him making it through the first minute.

Even though it had been split in two, a blue current was still flowing from Astrafe.

“It’s broken anyway, so I don’t need permission anymore.”

Just as Pale had a premonition of something troublesome, Retip’s mouth opened wide.

Crack.

Then, he began to chew and swallow the broken Astrafe. Astrafe, which was absorbed by Retip, was not a piece of metal, but a ferocious current.

Crack crack.

Retip’s appearance changed, and his body began to blow up like a balloon.

His skin turned blue, and white currents shot from his eyes.

“Haaah...”

Crackle, electricity was mixed into the sigh that he let out.

“So this is the power of the Thunder God that the Lightning God mentioned.* It definitely is something that I’ve never experienced before.”(*: Once again, my arbitrariness bites me in the butt... bear with it for now.)

Pale looked up at Retip, who had become ten times larger than her, and opened her mouth somewhat sluggishly.

[Why?]

Rising doubt.

She lowered her sword for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

[In exchange for swallowing that spear, you can at most buy some more time, but you cannot escape death. Even if you run away, you will eventually die.]

“...”

[But that doesn’t mean you will be able to defeat me, or hurt me.]

Pale’s gaze was not on Retip, but on something behind him.

Contempt flickered in her eyes for a moment.

[The Lightning God. That despicable being hasn’t even thought about showing up in this situation. Do you not know why? He’s avoiding me because he is afraid of fighting me.]

“Shut up, Blue Knight.”

Retip retorted coldly.

Crackle, the electricity surrounding his body crackled as if matching his response.

“I will not forgive you for insulting him in front of me.”

[Why are you defending him? I don’t understand]

“You don’t have to understand. Because you and I are different in the first place.”

[Why are you so loyal to the Lightning God?]

Retip smiled faintly.

“Are you really asking about a subject like loyalty while in the form of a knight?”

That was his only source of information about ‘Thunder’. And because of that, there were limitations.

For example, if someone with the same vessel as you were to exist in the same space, it would not be possible to perfectly obtain information about that being.

‘What about me?’

Lukas inputted himself into the equation.

The computational power Lukas gained by devouring the ‘other Lukases’ was formidable.

‘Computational power can be called the [authority] of Lukas Trowman.’

Therefore, if it was him, he would be able to not only see the movement and development of every atom in space, but also predict the behaviour, and even thoughts, of those with egos.

It would be possible for him to completely digest all of the information.

If this power was applied to the minimal time zone...

...Lukas’ contemplation deepened, but as a result, his understanding of Thunder began to increase.

Thoughts beckoned thoughts, and possibilities beckoned possibilities.

And the hypothesis with the highest probability was established.

Of all the scenarios, the best method to use Thunder.

‘Lightning God.’

He perceived the presence of the Lightning God.

[What is it now?]

There was even a hint of annoyance in his voice now.

Lukas got straight to the point.

‘I want advice. Listen to my opinion and tell me if I’m wrong.’

[Kuku... madman.]

Chuckling as if he enjoyed it, the Lightning God continued.

[Nevertheless, since you seem to have let go of your pride, I’ll give you one piece of advice. If you want to go to the next level, don’t be so attached to the human body.]

‘...’

[As you are now, it should be possible to form a transcendent body with your soul. If you got rid of the pesky constraints of a physical body, the amount of power you could handle would increase by several times.]

‘I know that. Nevertheless, I have no intention of abandoning my body.’

[Why?]

‘Because I can only be myself when I have this body.’

The Lightning God was silent. Lukas could feel that he was speechless.

‘Although you might not know, I, who was once an Absolute, know. The warmth of a body. The beating of a heart that is more beautiful than any rendition... The soft skin that feels good to touch.’

[Or in other words, fragile. You intend to use the Lightning God’s Thunder with a human body? Did forget what happened to the arm that you used to fire the lightning bolt?]

‘I didn’t have any experience at that time, I just need to use Void to prevent the side effects.’

[Hmph... do whatever you want.]

The Lightning God didn’t seem to plan to persuade him any further.

Smiling, Lukas said.

‘I want to apply the information acquisition of Thunder to the Absolute Field.’

[Are you talking about magic again after coming all the way here? This guy.]

‘It’s fine as long as there’s a detailed setting. I’ll adjust it after combining them. All I want to know is if it’s possible.’

This was something that he couldn’t figure out, no matter how much he pondered.

Only the Lightning God, who knew everything about Thunder, could give an answer.

[In theory, there should be no problem.]

‘Then...’

[However, you might go crazy. It seems that you’re trying to show off your computational power, but controlling space and understanding it are completely different matters. Even more so ‘understanding everything’.]

‘...’

[It is similar to what you defined as the ‘minimal time zone’. The general laws of physics that you use in the world are a bit different from that place. The world of atoms that you’re trying to comprehend are even more so. The elusive laws in the minimal time zone are tangled together like a spiderweb...]

Lukas also knew that the atomic world in the minimal time zone had completely different laws from the existing world.

However...

‘It’s possible.’

[...]

‘This isn’t refusal to give in. Lightning God, I’ll say this without any arrogance or conceit. My computational power is higher than yours.’

[Hmph.]

The Lightning God neither affirmed nor denied.

[Then prove it.]

That was the last thing he said.

Almost immediately after reaching a conclusion, Lukas’ consciousness quickly rose to the surface.

—He could feel his blocked senses returning one after the other.

The first thing he felt before even opening his eyes was a certain sensation.

Tuk, tuk.

It was the feeling of a warm, gloopy liquid.

Falling regularly onto Lukas’ face.

The sense of touch meant that his body still existed.

Lukas opened his eyes.

His blurred vision gradually cleared up and returned to its original state.

Then, he realised that someone was standing in front of him.

Like a shield, protecting him.

At first he thought it was Retip, but it wasn’t.

It was a body so delicate that it couldn’t possibly be that guy.

“...Iris?”

Blood dripping from her mouth, Iris looked at him with hazy eyes.

Seeing this, he realised two things.

Firstly.

Iris protected him from Pale’s sword.

Secondly.

She... was already dead.