Chapter 217 216. The Creator.

He tried to slash with whatever was in his hand, he pushed in forward with absolutely everything he had, as he even used 'Frost Devil,' subconsciously, as he tried to slash down, and 'it' didn't even budge, until....

CLUNK

The pitch-black chains clunked very subtly, but it was enough for him to hear them. The Frost Devil he subconsciously used didn't even get coloured; he only turned crystallized and translucent without any content in him. "L"-shaped horns protruded out from the sides of his forehead before both of them were connected to each other with an incomplete white coloured halo that went around his head, and what remained of his clothes froze completely before turning into dust that disappeared soon after; he now only had a black sketched outline to define it as "him."

BOOM

Something imploded inside him and another unimaginable amount of pain flashed in him, and a roughly sketched black coloured aura surrounded him, highlighting his white coloured body, and then....

CRA-CLUNK

The chains around "the something" in his hand began to "crack," and with the amount of strength he was applying to it, it was admirable that the chains could hold on until now, when abruptly the chains snapped and the swing, he was trying so hard to do was completed.

"...."

Except for the colours returning as if the canvas-like dimensions had been torn off, absolutely nothing happened even after the slash was completed. He, who held the pitch-black, 3-meter-long line in his hand, couldn't hold on to his consciousness anymore and began to "fall" in that blinding white space where nothing else could exist in the first place.

The other him stared at the falling figure in a daze, as from his point of view, the other him was falling as soon as his Frost Devil was partially manifest in his right arm, and from then on nothing happened.

"I won, right?" Though his face was still as emotionless as ever, his voice sounded confused. The one who was in free fall right now was the doppelganger, whose existence had materialized because he willed for it to.

The "original" who had first set his foot into the white space had died the moment he materialized two of himself, and the one who was falling right now was exactly the 11,111,111,111st doppelganger.

SWISH

Then suddenly, a strange, small breeze hit his face, which sent shivers down to his very core. He began to tremble in fear, and then a strange black line appeared on his body, as if somebody had drawn a line exactly in the middle of his body. Though his sight couldn't reach the ends of the blinding white space, that too had a pitch-black line that didn't have an end.

"I, I, I am f**ked, aren't I?" He chuckled in disbelief while stuttering in the fear that washed over him. He then glanced at the still-falling figure with a proud smile and accepted his death wholeheartedly. Because he knew that if either one of them survived, he too would be alive.

SHING

The entire blinding white space was cut in half, with the only exception of the falling "him."

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(AN: Still in omniscient POV)

Ronald and Avery Glover, who were trembling in fear while respecting the man in front of them from the bottom of their entire existence, suddenly snapped back to reality, and the man in front of them slowly reverted back to normal before his body began to float a few inches above the floor, his hands moved and crossed behind his back, his chest slightly rose up, and his entire body began to give off an otherworldly feeling, but since they couldn't quite understand that feeling, to them it became one of dignity.

His body began to give off a dignified feeling, then he slowly opened his eyes and stared down at them as if he were looking at something too insignificant, then he began to recall why he was here in the first place. His face twitched as he felt a strange feeling well up in his heart, and yes, it was cringe.

"...." He then uncrossed his left arm and bought it close to his face before removing his white mask, yes, he somehow removed a bound item as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

And with a wave of his hand, the mask disappeared into his subspace and the mana halting the moments of the shocked Glover couple, disappeared.

Even though the mana surrounding them disappeared, they didn't move an inch. Ronald Glover was surprised when he recognised the man in front of him as Eshwar Frost, a former professor of the former Switch Academy, and his daughter's secret crush, which Katharine spoke about in front of her mother, and Avery didn't move because she was charmed by the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Then suddenly, Ronald Glover shook his head to deny his thoughts. He was thinking that Eshwar was White Swan and that he had appeared in front of them to kill them off, but then he remembered that the last time White Swan properly showed himself, he had silvery eyes, so there is no way the man in front of him was White Swan. Then he remembered his daughter saying that Eshwar put his life on the line to protect them from a devil that had appeared out of nowhere, so the man in front of him must not be Eshwar, since he didn't have any reason to do such things; if he really was Eshwar then he didn't even have a reason to reveal his face, and the strange man in front of them was someone who was imitating both Eshwar and White Swan. That was the final conclusion Ronald had reached.

"You. Who are you?" Ronald glared at the man in front of him and questioned.

"...." Without answering, the man glanced at Ronald and met his eyes. Ronald flinched, took a step back instinctively, and began to tremble in fear.

'W-what is t-this?' Ronald thought as his gaze, which displayed pure fear, saw an indescribable being in front of him. The being in front of him seemed like a pure, blinding white being with "L"-shaped horns that protruded from the sides of his forehead and an incomplete halo that went around his head. The horns and the halo were also the same colour as his body, and they were only visible because of the pitch-black hair on his head and 'the something' around him. He had a very strange-looking pitch-black aura surrounding his whole body, highlighting his pure, blinding white body; the aura surrounding him looked like it was "drawn" and then "animated" in the hopes of making it look overpowered.

"I...." The man opened his mouth, and Ronald Glover snapped out of his trance when he heard a voice that sounded "divine."

"I am your 'Creator.'"