It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106

#Episode 106

“You mean the Divine Seat?”

“Yes, isn’t it strange to begin with? No matter how much you’re a descendant of a Monarch, turning an ordinary human into an absolute god-tier being.”

“While I did think it was strange, that alone isn’t reason enough to destroy it.”

It’s not like I see unconditional power increases as purely good either.

But saying it needs to be destroyed so radically has another meaning entirely.

If I could gain the Divine Seat’s power and make the world more harmonious, wouldn’t that be a good virtuous cycle?

At my theory, Metatron made a sad expression.

“You still don’t know much about the Divine Seat. The Divine Seat isn’t such a convenient thing.”

“That would make sense. There’s no way something that grants such overwhelming power would only be convenient.”

I have no intention of staying in heaven and living luxuriously like others just because I claim the Divine Seat.

Rather, I’ll come down to earth, exterminate all the demons, and create a world worth living in.

That is what I consider the ultimate completion of a peaceful world.

Whether Metatron knew my thoughts or not, she maintained a consistently sad expression.

“Countless Monarchs have already been sacrificed for such an ideal. But in the end, they were all bound to the Divine Seat and never returned.”

The word “bound” caught my attention.

As if sitting on the Divine Seat creates some kind of restriction.

I was curious about this, but Metatron could only make a bitter expression, seemingly unable to say more.

“Do you think I’ll meet the same end just because everyone else did?”

“Yes, especially if you’re this generation’s Lord of Souls with unprecedented power, the Divine Seat’s binding will be even stronger.”

A feeling of indignation.

There was no basis for these words.

But as a person before being a Monarch, I had to speak clearly.

“That won’t happen to me.”

“What’s your basis for that?”

“Myself. Because my will has decided so, because I’ve resolved to save those suffering in the lowest places, I will do it.”

Despite being mere sophistry that only sounded good, Metatron’s expression brightened slightly.

She too seemed to have a similar mindset to mine, being in the position of a savior who rescues humans.

“Do you even know how painful it is to save those suffering in the lowest places?”

“I know. I’ve lived and climbed up from that very bottom pit, so how could I forget?”

At my upright answer of will, Metatron nodded and suddenly pulled out a pure white light sword from her bosom.

“Then finally, I’ll test whether you have the skills to back up such words.”

“…Is there a reason I should accept this test?”

“Yes, if you pass this test, all angels including myself, Metatron, will fully support your adventure.”

“…That’s sufficient.”

“More than sufficient, it’s overflowing.”

The moment our eyes met, battle began.

Lately, my combat experience had been increasing day by day.

Metatron, gathering the pure white flames of angels, spoke to me.

“If you can endure 10 minutes against me, I’ll acknowledge it as your victory.”

“Endure, you say.”

Black flames erupted, opposing the angel’s white flames.

“You’re the one who needs to endure 10 minutes.”

Black flames and white flames clashed and exploded.

Within the flames that bit and tore at each other in fierce battle, scythe and sword collided hundreds of times.

“Black Fortress-!”

“White Out!”

The two domains collided, splitting this massive cavity exactly in half.

As black and white began battle, grim reapers and angels poured forth.

A firm will to not yield even a single step was displayed by both sides.

As angels and demons clashed, I gradually began to be pushed back.

As if to show she wasn’t the Angel King on the Divine Seat for nothing, she began pressing me down with overwhelming power.

I could even feel that she had considerable strength left and was showing mercy.

Since overturning a careless opponent was what I did best, I charged again with my scythe despite being pushed back.

Wielding my split scythe, I grabbed the Angel King’s sword and kicked her chest.

Just touching Metatron’s body caused white flames to blaze on my sole.

It was similar to Yeo-ul’s Yeonje, but their levels were incomparable.

Truly overwhelming strength.

Within that, I had to find the right answer.

Death Dance accelerated me further.

Adding meaning to actions to overcome time, I used that speed to get behind her.

Metatron avoided my attack with just a light bow of her head, as if she had anticipated everything.

Even so, I continued my seemingly meaningless attacks.

Wrists and Achilles tendons, eyes and head, neck and shoulders.

Furthermore, I made constant efforts to target the angel’s heart, but not a single attack even grazed her.

It had been puzzling until now, but at this point it was certain.

“Are you reading my mind?”

At my question, Metatron opened her mouth in genuine surprise and admiration, then nodded her head.

“You’re quite perceptive. That’s correct.”

“…I’m envious. Of that ability.”

“You’re not going to call it underhanded?”

“No.”

While Metatron was engaged in fierce battle with me, black chains emerging from my domain were piercing through every angel’s heart.

“When you’ve given me such a gift, I can hardly call it underhanded.”

Soon all the angels were forcibly dragged over and absorbed into the Black Fortress.

The tremendous power the angels possessed was absorbed directly into me, and my death energy began to rage wildly.

Since I felt like I needed to unleash this power immediately to be satisfied, I pointed my scythe at Metatron and spoke.

“I told you, you’re the challenger here.”

“Hmm… it seems I underestimated you too much.”

As soon as those words ended, Metatron dismissed her sword.

Then she brought her hands together, and six additional pairs of hidden wings appeared.

Metatron, with her countless wings, knelt as if offering a prayer, and simultaneously an overwhelming amount of pure white lasers began flying toward me.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang-!

The output was enough to completely destroy the Black Fortress, forcing even me to grit my teeth and block it.

Kwaaaaang-!

“Kugh-!”

Despite blocking with full power, I was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

Only after deploying Death Dance could I dodge all the attacks.

Even so, she was thoroughly blocking my approach, making it impossible to get close easily.

With even the Black Fortress destroyed, all I had left was Desperado and myself.

Of course, it’s not like I hadn’t anticipated this situation.

After all, my opponent is an Angel King who has ascended to the Divine Throne.

But that doesn’t mean I’m suited to just enduring and taking hits for a full 10 minutes.

I am a Monarch.

If I’m a Monarch, I must walk the path of supremacy.

Then there’s only one method.

‘I’m not sure if this will work, but…’

This place is, after all, inside my dream.

That means I’m also the owner of this space.

I positioned the Grim Reapers in front to block the attacks, then closed my eyes and gave the command.

A dream is a dream.

It’s the dream of a Monarch that I, Cha Hyeon-su, am having.

This space appears in my dream, and all of this is a dream space that I’m consciously aware of.

As I began to become aware of the dream, this space gradually started responding to me.

The owner of this space is strictly mine, Cha Hyeon-su’s.

Therefore, it moves according to my commands.

The vast space began folding like paper being folded, and the angel’s attacks began to disappear.

The space excluding me folded, trapping Metatron inside a square prison.

Even so, she didn’t panic and tore through the space with a single gesture.

For a being on the Divine Throne who has already transcended the material world, the presence or absence of space is meaningless.

But I clearly saw it.

The moment she stopped praying, her attacks also stopped.

And she deliberately stopped praying to destroy the space.

This meant only one thing.

I poured death energy into the newly created space.

Then it became a small Black Fortress that imprisoned her.

Not just one, but countless, nearly infinite squares surrounded her.

Like a scene reminiscent of an infinite architectural hexahedron, endlessly overlapping realms of death gradually closed in on her.

Squares within squares within squares within… continued endlessly.

Because I continuously created infinite spaces with the momentum to crush and press down Metatron with the space itself.

In effect, I only needed to keep repeating the same thing, making any further combat meaningless.

Moreover, this was inside my dream.

No matter how powerful she was, it seemed she couldn’t destroy all the spaces with a single gesture.

This was happening precisely because it was inside a Monarch’s dream, no less.

How much time passed like that?

Certainly well over 10 minutes had passed when I finally heard Metatron’s sigh.

Crack-!

The infinite space shattered all at once, and Metatron, revealing her true form again, returned to human form shortly after.

Then, with a slightly frustrated expression, she stared at me intently before bowing her head.

“I acknowledge it. This is my defeat.”

Knowing that any further combat would be meaningless, she also didn’t act stubborn and cleanly acknowledged it.

At the same time, a black door opened in the space of my dream, and Senior appeared belatedly.

He was holding popcorn in his hands.

“…Did you enjoy the show?”

When I responded with a slightly irritated tone, Senior chuckled.

“Well, of course. Do you think such an interesting duel is common?”

With a single gesture from Senior, my dream was normalized.

The broken space returned and was restored.

I tried to resist this just in case, but it didn’t work at all.

Senior looked at me and grinned, then roughly ruffled my hair.

“Your battle with Metatron was excellent, but you’re still a million years too early.”

“Tch.”

The table and chairs appeared again.

I strongly felt it was a place of harmony for formal conversation.

“So, how did my junior look to the noble and gracious Angel King?”

“…He resembles someone exactly, having a cowardly and irritating fighting style.”

“Kekeke… I didn’t call you here to receive such compliments, hehe!”

Senior seemed strangely in a good mood today, clearing his throat a few times before asking back with a smile mixed with laughter.

“So now I’d like to discuss the matter of compensation.”

Senior’s eyes narrowed.

Metatron sighed deeply and rummaged through her wings before taking something out.

It had the appearance of an eye within an angel’s ring, seemingly made of an unknown material that changed colors constantly depending on the viewing angle.

“Oh…? Are you really going to give that?”

“Since I’ve decided to help, I should give at least this much.”

Metatron looked at me and extended her hand.

“Little Monarch, would you come here for a moment?”

I glanced at Senior, and he nodded as if there was no problem, so I obediently stood before her.

She heated the ring until it was pure white, then pushed it into where my heart resided.

“Huh…!?”

I pulled back in surprise, but the ring had already been absorbed into my body.

“That is a blessing bestowed directly by me, the Angel King. You will have absolute resistance to Hell and demons, and…”

Metatron chose her words, then at Senior’s clearing throat as if telling her to hurry up, she finally sighed heavily and answered.

“You will possess a status equal to mine as the Angel King.”

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