It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

 

#Episode 66

 

Rather than gradually dispersing or disappearing, the mist had clearly grown thicker, so I returned to the car to check on my companions’ safety.

 

As it happened, my companions had also realized something was strange and had already gotten out of the car early to wait for me.

 

“As you all must have felt, I just defeated the Swordsman.”

 

I showed them the S-grade magic stone right before their eyes.

 

Except for the flustered Rey, everyone else nodded casually as if it was nothing.

 

“Could S-grade monsters really be defeated this easily?”

 

“I’ve killed them several times now, so there’s nothing difficult about it.”

 

The way they looked at me like I was some abnormal monster was a bit sad, but that wasn’t what was urgent right now.

 

“Even though I killed the monster, this mist hasn’t disappeared at all. In fact, it’s gotten thicker.”

 

“Hmm… So that’s how it is.”

 

“I thought I was mistaken, but why…”

 

There were about two variables that came to mind immediately.

 

First, the Monarch that had entered the Swordsman’s body earlier was acting on a whim.

 

Second, this mist wasn’t the Swordsman’s to begin with.

 

According to what I heard from Senior, they’re a Monarch who values principles and rules, so they wouldn’t use their power to disturb the ground unnecessarily.

 

That left the second variable.

 

“Most likely, there’s a very high chance this mist doesn’t belong to the Swordsman.”

 

“Ugh… Then, that means…”

 

“Yes, the owner of the mist is someone else, and the Swordsman was just a monster living within that mist.”

 

A human commanding S-grade monsters.

 

I let out a sigh as it seemed like a difficult path was already opening up.

 

Unlike the others who had been through extraordinary adventures with me, Rey’s eyes shook frantically.

 

“W-wait a minute, then… someone intentionally set up this mist?”

 

“Yes, it could be a human, or it could be a monster even stronger than the Swordsman.”

 

Rey scrunched up her face and bit her lip.

 

“Monsters might be able to do that, but can humans create mist on this scale?”

 

“Well, ordinary humans would find it impossible.”

 

“…Then there’s a monster stronger than the Swordsman.”

 

“…”

 

I deliberately didn’t answer.

 

Rey, who was tensely gripping her sword tightly, was steeling herself with desperate resolve.

 

‘Hmm… It seems she doesn’t know what Monarchs are.’

 

It really seemed like they had only left traces behind.

 

My other companions had roughly caught on to this situation and were quietly watching for my cues.

 

“We can’t just go back like this, so let’s properly cut this off at the root.”

 

“Sigh… I thought we’d be going back quickly for once.”

 

“We’ll be sleeping outdoors again…”

 

Just as my companions were sighing heavily and about to get back in the car.

 

“Ah, there’s no need for that.”

 

A young voice came from far within the mist.

 

Since my death force couldn’t detect it instantly, the true owner of this mist had probably appeared.

 

“So it’s you? The one who killed my toy.”

 

Six Swordsmen that I had just killed appeared from beyond the mist.

 

The power I could sense from them seemed no different from the S-grade monster I had just killed.

 

My companions immediately raised their guard, but when the creature came a bit closer, I was dumbfounded.

 

‘I see, so that’s why I couldn’t detect it.’

 

Death force manifested so quickly that it couldn’t even react, piercing through the creature’s forehead.

 

The death force passed through it as if no phenomenon existed there and stuck into the ground.

 

“A coward who can’t even come with their real body is talking to me?”

 

“Whoa, you really are as tough as I heard.”

 

It had come not as its real body, but as a clone made by gathering mist.

 

Since it was made by gathering mist to begin with, there was no way a soul or anything could be detected.

 

The creature, having repaired its wounded area with mist again, walked out.

 

“You saw the Swordsman die and still appeared – are you clueless?”

 

“How did you know? I’ve heard quite often that I’m clueless.”

 

A man with snow-white hair like mist revealed himself.

 

He appeared to be about 175 centimeters tall with a gaunt body.

 

A man with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes finally made eye contact with me.

 

He was a man who felt more like an undead than human, with an unpleasant emptiness about him.

 

He trudged closer, then looked at my companions behind me and clicked his tongue.

 

“You really do travel with an entire nation…”

 

The creature was taking in each of my companions with his eyes when he flinched at where Rey was and stopped his head.

 

Then he pulled up the corners of his mouth in a sickly grin and pointed at Rey with his gaunt, dried finger.

 

“You’re the woman the Previous Overlord mentioned, aren’t you?”

 

“…What?”

 

As if displeased by just being pointed at, Rey placed her hand on her sword.

 

Regardless, he stared intently at Rey.

 

Not to be outdone, I glared at him with my Soul’s Eye.

 

Fortunately, the Soul’s Eye clearly demonstrated its ability even against a clone.

 

‘Monarch of the Mist? Is this what Senior was talking about?’

 

Only after learning his title did I belatedly hear Senior’s response.

 

‘Then, please give me some information about that Monarch.’

 

Senior’s explanation briefly filled my mind.

 

The feeling of information filling my head without resistance was quite fascinating.

 

To summarize simply, he’s a gatekeeper who guards the boundary separating the Monarch realm and the Lower Realm.

 

The reason for the mist was also because thick fog always shrouds the boundary he protects.

 

‘So there was a reason you called him rigid.’

 

‘Well, if he’s a gatekeeper, that makes sense… But Senior, why would someone who supposedly loves following rules and principles come to see me?’

 

For the first time, Senior was at a loss for words at my question.

 

Rather than ignoring me, it felt like he was carefully choosing what he could tell me, so I waited without rushing him.

 

‘What?? What do you mean…? When did I ever do that?’

 

Crossed the boundary, he says.

 

What kind of nonsense is that to say to me, who loves the Human Realm more than anyone in the world?

 

When I asked indignantly, Senior sent a slightly delayed reply.

 

‘No, this guy really.’

 

If that was the case, he should have said something beforehand.

 

There was no killing intent and he just charged at me, so I wondered what was going on, but did he really just come to see my face?

 

‘I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?’

 

After roughly hearing the story, I think I understood why he came looking for me.

 

If Senior says it happens once in hundreds of millions of years, it’s truly a miracle of impossible odds, so maybe he just came as a gatekeeper to check on the variable.

 

‘So he really was just a Monarch who works by following rules and principles?’

 

Thinking that way, I suddenly made eye contact with Sion, who was confronting us.

 

‘Then maybe that guy also just created his own domain?’

 

I wondered if he might be a good guy, but the answer that came back was cold.

 

‘Dead… what? You mean he massacred people?’

 

Senior’s answer that eventually came was quite shocking.

 

All humans are born with basic magical power.

 

Among them, Hunters are irregulars born with stronger magical power.

 

If Bloodsuckers killed humans by sucking their blood to strengthen themselves, he simply extracted and consumed human magical power purely.

 

It was no different from leveling up with humans as targets instead of monsters.

 

Disgust began to well up inside me.

 

I felt the back of my head throb from how I had foolishly hoped he might still have some compassion as a human.

 

“How can someone be so incredibly stupid?”

 

“…?”

 

“When offered such powerful strength, what does some petty justice matter… Good grief!”

 

Sion, who had been giggling and leering at Rey with sinister eyes, held his head and began laughing uncontrollably as if he couldn’t stand it.

 

Rey looked confused, as if she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

 

“Kehehehe… You seem not to understand, so let me show you directly just how stupid a choice you made.”

 

After laughing for a while, he wiped tears from his eyes and lightly snapped his fingers.

 

Suddenly, mist began pouring out of Rey’s ears.

 

Startled, Rey covered her ears, but this time mist billowed out from her nose and mouth.

 

As the mist endlessly poured out, the light in Rey’s eyes gradually faded.

 

The white mist turned black, then sometimes red mist like blood came out, sometimes blue mist like the ocean.

 

“Is… is she dead?”

 

“No.”

 

She wasn’t dead, nor had she fainted; she seemed to be in a dazed state, so I didn’t dare touch her carelessly in case something went wrong.

 

After about 20 seconds passed, her vacant eyes regained their bright, alert light.

 

Like someone waking from deep sleep, she looked around, then saw Sion and her expression twisted as if she’d met her mortal enemy.

 

“I’ll kill you-!”

 

Instead of her usual nightingale-like voice, Rey shot forward with a voice cracked and filled with resentment and hatred.

 

Her sword slashed through Sion’s neck, but naturally, the substanceless mist only split like a phantom.

 

Even so, unable to contain her rage, she endlessly swung her sword at the mist that had no substance.

 

Seeing tears streaming down her face and her clenched teeth, she must really have some great grudge against Sion.

 

I understood her anger, but I had no intention of just watching this meaningless war of attrition, so I lightly grasped her sword with my hand.

 

Momentarily, force entered the sword to shake off my grip, but the blade didn’t budge even a single centimeter.

 

Belatedly, reason began to return to her eyes that had been filled with rage.

 

“Are you coming to your senses?”

 

“Ah… Ahhh…”

 

The strength drained from the hand gripping her sword as Rey collapsed to her knees with a thud.

 

Sion watched the situation with amusement, chuckling as if he found it entertaining.

 

“What happened?”

 

Just from the emotions I could read in her eyes, I could roughly guess what had occurred.

 

They bore a chilling resemblance to the terrible emotions that Kim Yeo-ul and I had also experienced.

 

Rey’s trembling hand pointed at Sion as she spoke.

 

“How could I ever forget… that bastard’s mist…”

 

Her resentful voice began to leak out, struggling to suppress her grief.

 

“It devoured all the family I loved…”

 

Even faced with such intense emotions dripping with hatred and curses, Sion just grinned as if he found the situation amusing.

 

“Your parents were especially delicious. As expected, people who raised an S-rank Hunter have a different constitution, don’t they?”

 

At Sion’s mockery, strength began returning to Rey’s arm as she gripped her sword again.

 

Even while crying tears of exhaustion, her killing intent toward Sion remained vividly alive.

 

Yeo-ul and Hunter Baek Do-hyeon quietly walked up from behind and embraced Rey.

 

Like those who had felt the same pain, mana influenced by emotions rippled over their bodies.

 

They patted Rey, who was crying sorrowfully in their arms, then looked at me.

 

At this moment, they were quiet not as comrades, but like subordinates waiting for their lord’s decision.

 

‘I wondered why he carried so many souls on his shoulders…’

 

With a bitter smile, I summoned Desperado again.

 

The line of consciousness connected to that bastard’s clone was shining even more clearly.

 

The black cloak fluttered, driving away the surrounding mist.

 

A clearing appeared within the mist, confirming his current location.

 

Just as I was about to pinpoint his location and charge straight at him, Rey staggered over and grabbed my wrist.

 

With her completely hoarse voice, she spoke to me desperately.

 

“…I understand.”

 

I had no choice but to grant her desperate request.

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