I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 311

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Chapter 311

 

 

 

 

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After that, Lyos tried dozens of different methods.

Pleading with the priests didn’t work.

So he changed his approach.

He mobilized his entire intelligence network and within half a day uncovered all their dirty secrets. Bribery, embezzlement, tax evasion, illegal exploitation, violence, prostitution.

‘These bastards don’t get punished, but only my elder sister receives such punishment?’

It was disgusting.

Lyos blackmailed the high priests with these truths and received promises to conceal the divine oracle, but.

“A divine oracle has descended!”

Concealing the divine oracle was absolutely impossible.

As if light was pouring from heaven, beams of light descended into the Grand Chapel, making it clear to anyone that divine revelation had come down.

Again.

Lyos quickly returned to the morning before Dana was burned at the stake.

“Lyos, where are you going?”

And he chose to flee.

“Say something. Where are you suddenly going like this?”

He rode his horse like mad all day long. Then he went to the port and boarded a ship heading north.

For the first time on the ship, Lyos spoke.

“Let’s go north and live in hiding.”

“What?”

“The Ramun Church is tormenting you, elder sister.”

Dana didn’t refuse. Instead, she worried about him.

“Will you be okay?”

“Huh?”

“I have nothing to regret. But you’re different. Are you really okay with abandoning everything and leaving?”

Was he okay?

Lyos felt like hot tears would come out.

I’m okay. The one who’s not okay is you.

That night, Dana slept soundly on the ship heading north. Lyos caressed her sleeping cheek and shed tears of joy.

For the first time, a day had passed without her being burned at the stake. It was the first tomorrow that came to Dana since the divine oracle descended.

Hope was born.

 

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They settled down to live on a very small, remote rural island in the north.

And Lyos deliberately did harsh work. Work that no one could imagine the Emperor of the Empire would do.

He worked at the island’s salt fields.

“Lyos, your face is very tanned.”

Digging the ground with a shovel all day to pump out brine, laying waterways, and harvesting salt was hard physical labor.

But when he returned home, Dana was waiting for him.

“Because of me…”

She pitied him, her eyes welling up with tears as she touched his cheek, and Lyos loved that moment dearly.

“Your palms have become rough. What should we do.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. Because of me, you’re suffering like this.”

“That can’t be. I’ve never been happier than I am these days.”

It was truly so.

“Don’t cry. Please smile.”

At those words, Dana eventually smiled as if she couldn’t help it. Then Lyos could smile too.

For three months, sweet and peaceful days unfolded like this. The northern barbarian lands without divine oracles or Ramun believers were heaven to them.

On the day they harbored hope that perhaps they might be safe now.

They discovered a small girl collapsed on the coastline.

“There was a storm recently, she must be a child who survived from a shipwreck.”

Dana pitied the girl.

“Let’s help this girl. Okay?”

Lyos hesitated. Perhaps she was a girl from the Western Continent, from the Empire.

The divine oracle must have descended for sure. The Empire and Ramun Church would have spread wanted posters searching for the missing Dana by now…

What if that child recognized Dana’s face?

“She’s just a child. How can we just leave her like that.”

“…”

Lyos eventually took in the girl according to Dana’s wishes.

The girl came back to life through Dana’s devoted care, and once revived, she recovered by eating the food Dana cooked for her.

Lyos gradually felt relieved too. The girl was very young and followed Dana well like a duckling, as Dana took such good care of her. So she wouldn’t do something like betray them.

That’s what he thought.

But a few days later.

“Elder sister?”

When Lyos came back after finishing his work at the salt fields.

“Elder sister, where are you?”

The house was in disarray. There were muddy footprints everywhere as if someone had forcibly broken in, and the furniture was scattered in a mess.

Especially the kitchen.

The traces were vivid, as if she had been forcibly dragged away while cooking in the kitchen.

“Elder sister.”

Elder sister was gone.

Only that girl was there.

With bread crumbs on her mouth, as if she had eaten the bread Dana made for her.

“They said to report to the Ramun Church as soon as we discover a witch. They said that was Ramun’s will.”

The girl held Lyos’s hand and spoke clearly.

“That woman is a witch. You’re being deceived, brother.”

This girl had reported Dana.

Lyos became genuinely curious. Why on earth?

“The one who saved you when you were dying wasn’t god, but Dana.”

“I know.”

“If it wasn’t for Dana, you would have died.”

“That would be so.”

“Then why did you betray Dana?”

“I didn’t betray her. I followed god’s will.”

“I see…”

Lyos placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Then go meet your god.”

The next moment, he shattered the girl’s body to pieces.

Thud thud, bones and flesh exploded and scattered. The room instantly became messy and sticky. Lyos stared blankly at the pool of blood while soaked in blood, then chuckled.

‘I should have done this from the start.’

Ramun was truly disgusting, and the believers who believed in Ramun made him nauseous.

 

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Only the first time is difficult.

Everything, only the first time was difficult.

Lyos returned to the morning of the oracle day once again.

And immediately shattered the door of the Grand Chapel—that damned relic, the prophetic fresco.

Ah, how refreshing it felt.

I should have done this long ago.

“Your Majesty! What is the meaning of this!”

Then five High Priests rushed over to protest.

“That is the prophetic fresco! It is a sacred relic through which God directly delivers His words, how could you!”

“This is treason against Ramun!”

Lyos stared at them blankly, then extended his hand. The priest who had thrown cheese at his face before. He grabbed his hand and.

Pop.

Exploded him like a firecracker.

“Huh, huuk…”

“Wh-what is this.”

The priests, splattered with fragments, stood drenched in crimson, staring at him in a daze.

This time Lyos placed his hand on that one’s head. The priest who had poured wine on his head. Again, pop, the fragments scattering in all directions seemed to truly celebrate this moment.

It really felt like a festival.

He extended one hand after another like that. Each time something burst forth like real fireworks. The day Dana was burned at the stake was also like a festival. Everyone cheered and rejoiced and celebrated.

“Hi, hiiiik.”

The last remaining priest was already collapsed and trembling.

“Hi, hiik. Pl-please, please spare…”

This one had strongly demanded that Dana warm his bed. He had said lewd things about being curious about her naked body.

“Aaak, please, please!”

He exploded and killed that one too.

It was easier than breathing.

Lyos raised his head.

Only then did he notice the priests gathered around. Overwhelmed by fear and shock, they couldn’t even try to stop him.

Why aren’t you laughing?

This is a festival, isn’t it?

You were so happy when Dana died?

I remember all of their faces.

Having seen them not just once or twice, I remember every single one of their faces, expressions, and words.

Everyone rejoiced while looking at the execution pyre.

Watching Dana burn in the flames, they clapped their hands, shouted cheers, whistled, sang songs, stomped their feet, and danced.

Everyone enjoyed the festival, didn’t they?

“Aaaaak!”

“S-save me!”

“Please save me!”

So come on, you should enjoy this now too.

Why is no one laughing?

“Smile.”

Lyos grabbed a Holy Knight’s cheek and grinned wickedly.

“Smile like you did before.”

“Uh, hrggh, uuk.”

“You smiled while setting Dana’s body on fire.”

“Uh, uughk.”

“Smile.”

Then the Holy Knight forced himself to smile, tears streaming down, sobbing in terror.

“Quite clumsy.”

Pop!

It was all over.

Splash, blood pooled like puddles on the floor.

And Lyos raised his head high. He looked up at the blazing sun.

He felt quite refreshed.

I was too pathetic all this time.

Crying, begging, running away, pleading to save that woman, acting like a pathetic fool.

I should have fought back like this.

I should have done so from the beginning.

 

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After that, a long battle was repeated, and Lyos finally achieved victory.

It wasn’t an easy process, but what matters is that he ultimately won.

The Sun God can no longer deliver oracles to this land. He can no longer interfere with or disturb the human world with his power.

Now the Sun God’s power barely reaches this world. Probably, barely.

Lyos made it so.

Therefore, Lyos was no longer afraid of the Sun God.

But it might become a threat someday. It would occasionally appear in the dreams of priests with divine power to deliver prophecies.

But that’s about it. Such things could ultimately be dismissed as mere dreams.

However, he couldn’t let his guard down, so Lyos planned to eliminate Ramun’s divine power through peaceful means if possible. As he told Dana, he was now a pacifist.

That’s how he came this far.

To this timeline where the Sun God is no longer greatly threatening to this world.

What he gained in the process was the Sun God’s curse.

Black hair and black eyes, traces of the curse.

Newly acquired power.

And, Alice.

 

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“Bride?”

Danaina Rolland’s eyes snapped open.

‘Ah.’

Her breath came out rapidly and roughly. Dana panted and blinked her eyes.

What?

What did I just see?

“Bride, are you alright?”

I saw something tremendous. Time I never knew about. Time I never even knew existed. The countless deaths experienced as Danae Grants, Lyos’s efforts to prevent them.

Lyos’s rebellion against the Sun God.

And Lyos, who had come almost to the brink of victory.

“Haa, haa, haa.”

My breath is overwhelming. Did I see this through insight? No. No.

This wasn’t simply seeing the past through insight.

“Danaina Rolland. What are you doing right now?”

Dana quickly raised her head and looked ahead.

Cardinal Dominic.

The one who officiated the wedding of Viego Windsor and Danaina Rolland was holding out a wine cup with a stern face.

“This is a sacred wedding ceremony. It would be inappropriate to have other thoughts.”

Dana swallowed hard as she looked down at the wine glass.

“Please drink the sacred wedding wine.”

That wine glass.

The moment she grasped that wine glass, the holy magic cast by House of Justio was severed.

Mental confusion came immediately- and she perished.

And once again, a timeline was newly created.

Lyos had recreated the timeline.

He duplicated the timeline up to this point, returning to this very moment, right before she drank the wine, and made it start anew.

‘Yes, now, right now it has started fresh.’

High Priest Dominic urged the motionless her.

“Please take the wine glass.”

That was when it happened.

The man who had been standing quietly beside her roughly struck her wine glass away. It crashed loudly to the ground. Crash! Wine spread across the red carpet.

“Groom, what is the meaning of this!”

It was Viego Windsor’s doing.

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