I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 29

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Chapter 29. The Pantheon (2)
‘This bastard Ken, why is he spouting personal story dialogue in the middle of combat!?’
Since this was no time for persuasion or explanation, Camilia simply barked at him.
“Do you want to die because you weren’t paying attention!? Look ahead!”
“…!”
Ken quickly spun his body around, proving that even an 18 Charisma threat could be effective.
Clang!
A sharp metallic ring echoed as the greatsword and one-handed sword collided.
But it was Ken who was pushed back, not the Apostle.
“Ugh, what kind of strength…!”
To help him regain his footing, Rohengreen Ashen thrust his shield forward, positioning himself between the two.
Nashu Shumel also threw himself into the fray without hesitation, swinging his mace.
It was a solid coordinated attack, though somewhat rough around the edges.
But the Apostle was no pushover either.
He deflected Nashu’s strike with his shield and drove Rohengreen Ashen’s shield back with his body.
Despite being three against one, anyone could see that one side held the advantage—and rightfully so.
On our side: two level 1 and 3 knights with nothing but raw strength, and a level 5 warrior whose resolve was wavering.
On theirs: a Paladin, the most broken, most overpowered class imaginable, decked out in armor and equipment layered with countless magical and miraculous enchantments.
There was only one way to tip the scales decisively in this situation.
To place an equally broken weight on our side of the balance.
“Netanel.”
“Yes, I’ve been eagerly awaiting your call.”
The Apostle of the Scales, who manipulated every balance in the world, raised her scepter in response.
The Apostle of the Pantheon flinched as she suddenly felt a surge of divine power.
But Netanel Fragma proved she hadn’t leveled up while slacking off, weaving a miracle together in an instant before her opponent could even attempt a response.
“The Scales shall bind you all as one!”
As Netanel Fragma extended her hand, a golden aura enveloped both our forces and the Apostle.
The miracle she unleashed was ‘Equitable Distribution of the Scales’.
A skill that summed the levels of all living beings within range and unified each being’s level to that average value.
In simpler terms, every living creature within the domain would possess the same level.
‘A level 5 Paladin against two level 1 and 3 knights and a level 5 warrior is hopelessly one-sided, but a level 4 Paladin against two level 4 knights and a level 4 warrior is actually manageable.’
Of course, merely manageable wasn’t nearly enough for what I wanted.
Camilia demanded that the scales tip decisively in our favor.
“Netanel, keep going.”
“Really, no matter how I think about it, I must have signed a terrible contract.”
Even as Netanel Fragma grumbled to her superior about being made to cast such high-tier miracles, nearly as demanding as those of the Sanctuary itself, and then being asked for additional duties, she obediently followed her orders.
Each time the scepter in his hand gleamed, high-tier blessings worthy of warfare poured forth.
“Hah, my strength… my strength feels like it’s about to burst…!”
“Shumel, take a deep breath! Don’t take your eyes off the enemy!”
“Yes, yes, Commander!”
Nashu Shumel, receiving a blessing for the first time, floundered momentarily before regaining composure thanks to Rohengreen Ashen’s support.
“Low!”
“Yes, understood!”
Since we had practiced coordinating our attacks beforehand, our rhythm synchronized quickly.
Nashu Shumel, exploiting her small stature, drove in low at the apostle’s legs while Rohengreen Ashen protected her, pushing forward with a large shield raised.
But the Pantheon party did not simply endure the assault.
The two dealers, recovered through the power of blessings and potions, rushed in to support the apostle.
“You cowardly bastards! How dare you interfere in a one-on-one duel!”
As the balance shifted, Ken, ever the veteran, swiftly moved in to block the two subordinates of the God of Calamity.
The Pantheon dealers wasted no time with retorts like “Then isn’t a two-on-one fight also cowardly!”
Gripping their weapons tightly, they charged at Ken, eager to finish quickly and aid the apostle.
Pushed back as the level reduction from the miracle made defending against two opponents difficult, but Ken was not alone either.
With the vanguards locked in combat and unable to provide support, Lena, the archer of Ken’s party, swiftly fired arrows to aid him.
Followed immediately by Bella, the rogue, who attempted an ambush and joined the fray, turning it into a three-on-two engagement in an instant.
Utter chaos.
Even amid the frenzied exchange of blows, Camilia did not forget her role.
‘Three, two, one. Purification aura—fade.’
As I evaded the relentless barrage of attacks, the purification aura surrounding the apostle finally exhausted its power. Immunity to status ailments had vanished.
Camilia raised her hand as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“Darius Grim!”
A flinch!
The apostle, having tasted the bitter sting of ‘Dominion’ before, instinctively fixed his gaze on Camilia.
Yet Camilia, instead of casting a spell, simply smiled at him.
‘A feint, you fool.’
The price of that momentary distraction was a direct blow to the apostle’s flank.
Nashu Shumel’s mace, swung from below, struck true.
The armor revealed beneath the cloak crumpled significantly, and the apostle’s body staggered.
But he did not fall.
Nashu Shumel, gasping, gritted her teeth and pressed forward, delivering another strike, yet this second blow also failed to topple the apostle.
Nashu Shumel was bewildered.
‘What? He won’t fall? Why?’
She had been criticized for possessing excessive strength, but never for lacking it.
Even the knights marveled at her power, saying they had never encountered anyone as strong as her.
Inexperienced and barely trained, Nashu Shumel’s sole weapon was her innate physical strength.
Yet despite consecutive strikes with that power, the apostle merely staggered?
‘This… this…’
Not fully understanding why the fight had begun, swinging her mace as instructed, a flame of frustration ignited within Nashu Shumel for the first time.
“Even… even this won’t work? Let’s… let’s see!”
The girl, gripping her mace with crushing force, abandoned all defense and swung her arm with every ounce of strength she possessed.
Crash!
A terrifying sound erupted like cannon fire as the Apostle’s shield buckled inward.
My arms tingled, but I didn’t stop.
The Commander would block any attack severe enough to cause serious injury.
If something broke, the Priest would heal it.
If I did something foolish, the Lord would stop me.
So there was no need to think. My only job was to push forward until my opponent was obliterated.
Without waiting for the recoil-trembling arms to recover through blessing, I swung the mace relentlessly.
“Die, you bastard!”
The Apostle, who had been pushed back incrementally with each resounding blow, finally couldn’t endure it any longer and raised his sword high.
That was when it happened.
“Darius Grim, fall!”
A voice that shook my mind pierced through at the most lethal moment, as though she had known in advance when he would attempt his miracle.
He couldn’t even attempt to resist. By the time consciousness returned, he was already falling.
The miracle he had tried to unleash scattered uselessly, and his sword was swatted away in an instant by the young knight who rushed forward.
The last thing he saw was the face of the pink-haired girl, mace raised with all her might.
Crack!
A sound like a shot put being crushed—not a human skull—echoed out as the Apostle lost consciousness.
Thanks to Nashu Shumel’s unique trait “Troublemaker,” a guaranteed 100% stun effect had triggered.
“The Apostle…!”
“Darius!”
The two dealers from the Pantheon party cried out and rushed forward, but it was futile.
Ken, the warrior, and Bella, the rogue, held them back with their bodies, preventing them from reaching the Apostle.
Camilia shouted urgently.
“Finish him! We can’t miss this chance!”
In my place, trembling from having squeezed out every last ounce of strength, Rohengreen Ashen thrust his sword between the Apostle’s helmet and armor.
As blood fountained from the severed artery, the system notification I’d been waiting for finally appeared.
[Rohengreen Ashen has defeated ‘Darius Grim’!]
[Remarkable Achievement!]
‘That’s it!’
Camilia clenched her fist tightly.
【No! Darius! How dare…! How dare a monster touch an Apostle!】
Meanwhile, an unknown hidden ally of the Pantheon released a wave of anguish like a scream.
Camilia sensed it instinctively.
‘It’s coming!’
As if to prove her premonition, the Pantheon’s caster, who had been lying helpless, was suddenly yanked upright by invisible threads.
“Arrogant fools! I can endure no longer! I, Alaric Grim, shall face you myself!”
An eerie voice flowed from the bleeding caster’s lips.
Then his hand shot upward with a whoosh.
As his lips moved as though chanting an incantation, a sinister aura began to spread.
Ken’s party cried out in alarm.
“What? That bastard was a Necromancer!?”
“How did a Necromancer cast a flame spell?”
Camilia was just as shocked as Ken’s party.
‘Possession!’
‘Possession’ was a high-tier spell that only Necromancers of level 8 or above could use.
An absurdly broken spell that allowed one to inhabit a humanoid life form and draw upon the caster’s own abilities for twelve turns.
In other words, a Necromancer of level 8 or higher had been observing the situation and chose to intervene.
‘A Necromancer in this situation? And summoning the undead on top of that?’
Necromancers and Mind Sorcerers had poor compatibility.
Most mental spells only worked on living creatures, and since the undead were already dead, they were immune to spells targeting living beings.
As a result, Camilia couldn’t cast any spell in this crisis.
‘Ha, when the unfairness reaches this level, I’m not even angry anymore.’
Whether it was the Grim Reaper or the Pantheon event, some malevolent force not displayed by the system seemed to be persistently targeting her.
It felt as though The Tower itself was desperately trying to kill her.
She wasn’t angry, but the injustice was maddening enough that she wanted to point at the empty air and scream.
Did I build The Tower? Huh? If I were actually a lord, maybe—but I’m just a former unemployed possession user!
‘Do you think I’ll just die quietly? I’d rather die from the sheer unfairness than actually die!’
Why would she forget this miserable pattern of unfair treatment?
She remembered it because she’d survived it before.
In fact, this was perfect timing.
She’d been wondering how to put the techniques she’d thoroughly tested with her party members to practical use anyway.
She gritted her teeth at the caster beginning to summon the undead and declared inwardly.
‘Inventory! Dump everything from slot 1 through slot 5 right there!’
The system immediately reflected her will.
From twenty-five meters in the air, fist-sized stones began to pour down like hail.

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