How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 152

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How to Replace Your Dad

Chapter 152

From an appearance several years younger than my current self to an adult.

That was the adult me.

-I’m wise in this life.

I realized.

That was me who had died before Mother regressed.

‘He remained here as a lingering spirit to guide me.’

The illusion, no, the lingering spirit smiled warmly at me.

Soon it became particles of light and scattered.

I clenched my fist tightly.

“Let’s go.”

I said with a voice full of determination.

* * *

Oscar, who had collapsed, let out rough breaths.

His whole body had long since become rags.

At least he was in better shape than Cesar.

He was sprawled out covered in blood.

It was admirable that he had endured this much after losing an arm.

“Are you alive, Cesar?”

He asked, but no answer came back.

Instead, it was GM who opened his mouth.

“He’s not dead yet, so no need to worry. Well, he’ll die soon if left like that, but you don’t need to concern yourself with that either. You’ll become pillars and live eternity here.”

Oscar gritted his teeth.

His hand tied to his sword trembled.

While fighting GM, his wrist tendons had been cut, so he had tied it up.

‘Not yet?’

Oscar looked back at the exit.

GM smiled.

“If you’re waiting for Yustea, you should give up. She won’t come.”

Oscar’s face hardened.

“You… what did you do to that child?”

“Are you asking if I attacked her? How foolish.”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t hurt Yustea. Such a precious child.”

Precious?

Come to think of it, there was something strange.

GM seemed uninterested in winning the family tournament.

It was certain, seeing how he didn’t go looking for Leira as soon as they fell into the trap, but brought them here instead.

In the end, his purpose must have been to create pillars.

‘Then why…’

“Why didn’t you lead us here from the beginning? What was the reason for pretending to chase Yustea?”

“Yustea is on a different level from you guys. She would have noticed something suspicious right away.”

“You’re saying you wasted time to shake off that child?”

“Your choice of words is wrong. It was for protection. I didn’t want her to get involved.”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it natural to hope that someone you love doesn’t get hurt?”

GM, who said that, took a step.

The distance between him and Oscar slowly closed.

GM, who had reached Oscar who was barely holding on by supporting himself with his sword on the ground, opened his mouth.

“That’s why I don’t like the way you look at Yustea.”

“…”

“Well, the most annoying one is Luciano though.”

“…Disgusting bastard.”

When Oscar muttered through gritted teeth, GM’s lips curved gracefully.

“Do you think love is exclusive to humans?”

“So you admit you’re a monster?”

“That’s not the context. You humans have a saying that love has no borders. Species might not be a problem either.”

“There may be no borders, but there is age. Old man!”

Oscar swung his sword.

He swung with all his might, but GM disappeared at some point.

“Is there anyone who counts a god’s age?”

A voice came from behind him.

‘Damn it!’

This again.

The reason his desperate attacks didn’t work was because of this damn movement.

The moment he thought his attack had landed, GM moved to an unexpected location.

Magic was often swallowed by something like a black hole.

He simply couldn’t catch him.

His neck was grabbed by GM.

It was tremendous strength that lifted his body into the air.

“The requiem is over.”

His neck was being twisted.

‘Damn…’

His body sensed the end first.

His vision gradually narrowed.

They say people see their life flash before their eyes just before death, and it was true.

Though they weren’t entirely good memories.

They were memories of suffering when he infiltrated the Irregulars.

Memories of the elites raiding some landowner’s chicken coop because there was nothing to feed the unit members.

Memories of running away from the Clan Leader’s hellish training, saying he couldn’t take it anymore.

Memories of giggling while watching Antonio burn his tongue as they sat around a campfire roasting potatoes.

And…

“Oscar.”

‘You come to mind.’

Oscar’s eyes closed.

But at that moment.

“Oscar!”

“…!”

Oscar’s eyes opened.

It wasn’t a hallucination.

‘This voice is definitely…’

And those people are…!

“Let go. That’s ours.”

Antonio, gripping his mace, charged in roughly.

“You cannot move your body. Your hands lose their strength.”

Miliano’s verbal technique.

“Leave the rear support to me and charge in.”

Whip-like character strings quickly extended from Yuise’s hands.

“How annoying…”

Even Abel standing in midair!

The strength left GM’s hands and Oscar’s body plummeted to the ground.

Yuise’s strings quickly pulled Oscar and Cesar toward her.

Yustea embraced both of them with her arms.

Though she staggered under the weight, struggling to support them, she desperately held on while generating golden light on the floor.

She could feel their rag-like bodies recovering instantly.

To a level where they could stand.

“Ugh…”

Cesar groaned.

His condition had been more serious than Oscar’s, so his recovery was slower, but he regained consciousness.

Yustea frantically felt around Cesar’s arm.

“Your arm…! Where did your arm go!”

Cesar opened his mouth with difficulty.

“I thought… I was going to die waiting. …Young Lady.”

“Sorry I’m late…”

Yustea’s face contorted.

Yustea, holding Cesar and Oscar’s hands, lowered her head.

After biting her lips tightly for a while, she turned her head toward GM.

When she glared fiercely, GM’s lips curved up crookedly.

“How touching.”

“You’re the one who did this to my kids, GM.”

GM and Yustea’s gazes clashed fiercely.

* * *

I quickly assessed the situation.

‘Will the other Irregulars be enough to handle him?’

I’m anxious.

Yuise, Abel, Antonio, and even Miliano, said to be the strongest Irregular, had stepped forward, but GM was leisurely dodging their attacks.

Just when an attack seemed to land, he would immediately appear somewhere else.

‘It’s because of his time manipulation ability.’

We were too late after all.

Though we saved Cesar and Oscar’s lives, we arrived at the point when Cesar had already lost his arm.

My healing has limits.

I can’t create what doesn’t exist.

‘If only Cesar had his ability, there would be a way to stop GM.’

He’s someone with the ability to control mana threads very precisely.

Since he manipulates through his hands, he can’t use his ability now that he’s lost an entire arm.

That’s when it happened.

Bang—!

A powerful wave emanating from GM slammed Yuise, Abel, Antonio, and Miliano into the wall.

GM walked toward me.

“How disappointing, Yustea.”

“…”

“Why don’t you worry about me too?”

“…”

I glared at GM and said.

“Explain the situation, Oscar.”

In case I might give up.

I’ll find a way somehow.

Oscar stepped in front of me and spoke.

“As you can see, attacks don’t work at all. Magic creates holes in midair that suck things in, and magic connected to the body is particularly dangerous. You get petrified by curses flowing from the holes. Physical attacks are rendered useless by those movements.”

“What else?”

“He planted an error in the transmitter. According to him, a different scene will be shown in the Mirror World.”

“…!”

That means we can’t expect support either.

GM reached Oscar’s position.

Oscar charged with his sword drawn, but GM instantly created a wave that sent Oscar flying far away.

Miliano shouted.

“The muscles in my whole body are stiffening—!”

GM extended his hand.

The wave became a wall, blocking Miliano’s voice.

This time it was Cesar who stepped forward.

A thread from Cesar’s remaining arm quickly pulled Antonio toward him.

Antonio’s muscles expanded.

Instead of the mace he’d dropped when slammed into the wall, his fist struck toward GM.

GM disappeared before our eyes.

“How bothersome.”

And he appeared behind me.

Wrapping one arm around me, he said.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t act so annoyingly. Two pillars should be enough.”

“You…!”

“I’ll give you a choice, Yustea.”

He continued in a gentle voice.

“The right to choose the two most unnecessary among them.”

I turned my head to glare at GM.

“How about that one with muscles instead of brains in his head?”

Antonio threw a punch, but it was sucked into a hole created in midair.

Yuise hastily pulled Antonio out.

“Or that girly one?”

“You…”

“If you don’t like him either, that dark green-haired one who only has a third-tier divine mark would be good too.”

Miliano was thrusting his sword at the wave wall.

“How about that one who isn’t even an Irregular?”

In place of the useless Miliano, Abel shot a condensed mana orb.

“What about that foul-mouthed one?”

Cesar’s dagger flew toward GM, but at some point GM was standing in midair while holding me.

“I think the traitor would be best though.”

Oscar, who had kicked off the ground and leaped up, reached toward me, but crashed down due to another wave.

GM asked in a soft voice.

“So? Who would be good, Yustea?”

“I…”

He waited for my answer with an affectionate face.

So I…

“I choose you!”

I shouted while plunging a dagger into GM’s abdomen.

It was a dagger I’d worn at my waist in case of crisis situations.

The strength left GM’s hands.

My body fell.

But I didn’t hit the ground.

Antonio, who had rushed over quickly, caught me.

I raised my voice.

“If GM doesn’t notice the attack, he can’t block it! The moment he senses danger, he stops time or makes it flow slowly to move!”

“…!”

“…!!”

The Irregulars’ eyes flashed.

GM raised an eyebrow slightly.

The dagger hadn’t been driven deep enough to have much effect.

The Irregulars rushed to my side.

Yuise asked.

“But that’s no ordinary perception. It seems like he can read mana.”

“That’s why we need Cesar.”

“Me?”

Cesar flinched and looked at me.

“Before he stops time, we need to hold him down or connect threads so we can predict which direction he’ll move.”

Antonio’s face brightened.

He looked at Cesar.

“Can you do it?”

“…It’s impossible with just one arm.”

“What, that’s useless then.”

“That idiot….”

I bit my lips in frustration.

‘What should I do. How can I….’

Then, Oscar said to Abel.

“Can’t you trap him in a barrier? Like when we fought outside Kuaron Castle.”

“That’s not a good idea. If I were him, I’d create a hole inside the barrier to absorb mana.”

Cesar clicked his tongue.

My eyes widened.

‘The battle at Kuaron Castle?’

I grabbed Oscar.

“Back then, you fused the crows to create a giant crow. Can you still do that?”

“If there’s an entrance, I can do it. I have crows on standby nearby.”

I shouted to the Irregulars.

“Blow up that door!”

Mana began to slowly condense in Abel’s hands.

“Do you think I’ll let you?”

It was GM’s words.

He sent a wave toward Abel.

But we had a powerful mage besides Abel.

More precisely, a magic swordsman.

Oscar’s sword, infused with aura, flashed and split the wave.

Another wave came flying.

The characters wrapped around Yuise’s hands like whips moved quickly, expanding into a massive shield.

Though Yuise was pushed back by the force, the shield made of sorcery wasn’t broken.

Antonio simply picked up Abel and threw him toward the entrance.

“This will be faster than walking on barriers!”

“I hate that guy.”

Abel clicked his tongue in displeasure.

But he really did fly straight to the sealed exit and placed his hand on the door.

Kwaaaaang—!

The door was blown away with a thunderous roar.

Then.

Flap!

With tremendous wing-beating sounds, crows rushed in like arrows.

The flock that had become a giant crow aimed its beak at GM.

“Such a trivial attack.”

Bang—!

It was just one moment.

The moment the crows fell with thuds and rolled on the ground.

“I needed this one moment.”

As I grinned, GM narrowed his brow.

And….

“…!”

He looked at my hand in surprise.

More precisely, he read the mana connected to my hand.

The mana connected to the transmitter!

“You created an error in the transmission?”

“Yustea, you….”

“You seem to have forgotten the Saint’s characteristics, but I can’t only heal.”

My more special ability is purification.

Whirrrr—.

With a vibrating sound, a red light came on in the transmitter.

This meant this scene would be broadcast throughout the Empire via the Mirror World.

I shouted.

“Luciano!”

I can’t create something from nothing.

That would go against causality.

But I know someone who can destroy causality.

The name of the crest I gave him was Destroyer of Causality.

* * *

[Luciano!]

Luciano shot up from his seat.

The people watching the Mirror World looked bewildered.

They had been watching the battle between Yustea and Andres.

Just when some were even calling for the match to be stopped due to the cruel methods that went against chivalry, the screen switched.

Luciano immediately moved into action.

The Emperor quickly asked.

“Where are you going?”

“The match must be stopped.”

“What?”

“Something has definitely happened. Someone must have created an error in the transmitter. This is a clear violation of regulations. Open the portal—!”

He didn’t listen to the Emperor’s words any further.

That child was calling.

Nothing was more important.

As Luciano moved, Aslan approached.

“Please let me come with you.”

The Irregular Clan Leader had moved.

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