Something Keeps Appearing in My Subspace - Chapter 113

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113. Corridor of Sacred Blood (3)
“He got away.”
A strange sense of déjà vu washed over me. I was certain I’d experienced this exact situation before.
When it happened came to me immediately. It had to—I’d obtained sanctity that time as well.
The Gate where the Nolls emerged. There, the Dark Mage fled the moment we saw through his trap.
He descended and did something suspicious before the statue of the evil god.
“There! The heretic is there!”
“Inform the Archbishop at once!”
And then, shouts erupted from behind us. It must have been some time since we’d escaped the Prison.
The Archbishop was likely en route to observe the execution ceremony, so our escape would have been discovered.
Whoosh—
The moment I opened the Subspace, I summoned Yong-yong, whom I’d kept hidden for covert movement.
“I’ll go ahead. Please cover the rear. Be careful.”
I glanced at the Helper as I spoke. I still couldn’t trust him completely.
It wasn’t mere intuition—narrative-type Gates had cases where the initial Helper betrayed you.
“Huh? That….”
Before Chul-gi finished responding, I used Leap. Forty meters. I didn’t reach him.
But I saw his back. The interior of the Old Main Hall came into view.
‘It’s similar.’
The structure matched the Temple I’d seen when facing the Dark Mage.
A statue of the Goddess stood at the end of the Main Hall, and light streamed through a glass window in the wall behind it.
It was near sunset’s end, so the pastel-toned crimson backdrop was faint.
Still, the Archbishop had a bolder side than the last boss monster. He hadn’t hidden away underground.
Before the Goddess statue, a Saint with closed eyes was bound with both arms spread wide.
Her left wrist was cut, and drops of blood fell slowly from the wound.
‘So that’s why it’s called the Corridor of Sacred Blood.’
Beside her were glass bottles filled with blood—far more than a day or two’s collection.
Even to my eyes, it was no ordinary blood. I felt the same sanctity I’d sensed before emanating from those bottles.
-That blood contains sanctity. I ask that you not break those bottles before combat.
As if to prove my suspicion, Chun-bae spoke up.
“…How did you know!”
In the brief moment after I used Leap and surveyed the interior, the Archbishop also seemed to notice me, turning his head sharply.
His reaction was similar to the Dark Mage’s back then, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
Of course, this was different from before. He would be strong, but I had grown incomparably stronger since then.
-He’s planning to use that sacred blood in combat.
‘That’s why he came in here.’
The Archbishop.
Nearly the boss monster of this Gate. I’d disrupted the Gate’s sequence using my Subspace, but he wouldn’t have fled at the mere sight of us without reason.
A vampire would naturally grow stronger using blood infused with sanctity.
Sure enough, the moment our eyes met, he fixed his gaze on the glass bottles brimming with sacred blood.
‘Is this a binary choice?’
If I destroy that vial, the vampire weakens and I fight at an advantage. If I win without destroying it, I obtain blood infused with holiness.
But I didn’t need to make such a choice at all.
‘You asked me to fight without breaking it, right?’
-Affirmative.
‘But do I really need to do that?’
Whoosh.
The moment I spoke, I activated Leap. Naturally, I was faster than the Archbishop’s movements.
“What?”
He was startled. I opened a Subspace and shoved all the glass vials containing sacred blood inside.
As I hastily stuffed them in, light emanated from the bracelet.
It was Chun-bae’s doing. The vials moved carefully so they wouldn’t break, organizing themselves within the Subspace.
I’d heard Chun-bae’s magic wasn’t efficient. Was he doing this because he wanted to eat it himself?
“Hey! Stop!”
“Stop?”
“Yes!”
“Why should I?”
Is he an idiot?
Is he just talking about this?
Of course, even if I’d rushed him immediately, my hands would have been faster, but I let out a hollow laugh.
“….”
Suddenly, I felt like I’d seen the vampire’s expression—now that all his sacred blood had been stolen—somewhere before.
Where had I seen that?
Ah. It was like the expression of that Mister who lost all the money he’d gathered through investments.
-Ah, this method….
While I was thinking that, Chun-bae belatedly marveled. Was he an idiot too? He wasn’t usually like this.
‘You kept going on about being smart.’
-Actually, I knew. I was testing whether Han Hye could find a method….
‘Be quiet.’
-Yes.
Then I understood why Chun-bae was acting this way.
‘Just asking to be sure—you didn’t overlook this because you got impatient thinking you’d eat the holiness yourself, right?’
-No.
‘You’re certain?’
-Affirmative. I’m certain.
‘I think you said you couldn’t lie before.’
-….
Well, I’d hear Chun-bae’s answer later.
The vampire, who had been struggling to accept reality from my successive Leaps, finally came to his senses.
“I don’t know what nonsense you just pulled, but return the sacred blood gently….”
“I don’t know what you mean. I put it in my Subspace.”
“….”
“Are you an idiot?”
Suddenly, it occurred to me that this string of foolish behavior might be because I had twisted the entire flow of the Gate.
He had the key himself, so he must have been flustered to escape the Prison and arrive here. The teleportation and blood theft too.
“….”
Moreover, like Mister, if he thought he’d lost all that Sacred Blood investment, it made sense. The reality before his eyes would have been hard to believe.
The vampire, who seemed to have experienced a momentary mental freeze at my question of whether he was an idiot, opened his mouth as if to say something, then displayed a typical behavioral pattern.
“Return the Sacred Blood!”
It was as if he were shouting, ‘My money! Give back my money, you con artists!’—he naturally lunged at me.
* * *
‘Fast.’
Han Hye was inwardly surprised by the vampire’s charging speed. There was good reason for it. He was a boss-class creature from a level 36-40 Gate.
It meant he was considerably strong.
Moreover, since I had recently focused solely on sword training and explored mostly simple Gates, the impact was significant.
A blood-red blade materialized in the Archbishop’s hand alongside his tremendous charging speed. Fast as it was, I wasn’t unable to react.
Han Hye flicked the blade away, but the problem came next.
The blood-red sword possessed a hardness comparable to any ordinary blade, yet retained a flexible nature.
Ssshhh—
From the point where it met the Windflow Sword, it curved like a whip and aimed for Han Hye’s face.
Han Hye hastily pulled her upper body back to evade and created distance.
‘Annoying. Should I burn it with Blaze?’
Then a brilliant idea suddenly came to mind.
‘Wait. Blaze?’
It wasn’t mere coincidence. It was a fleeting thought from when I received the enchantment yesterday.
When the Windflow Sword gained the fire attribute through enchantment, an additional option was definitely added.
-When flame dwells in the blade, the inherent power acts as if it will explode.
Until now, Han Hye had used Blaze simply to generate flames and burn things.
Unlike other sword techniques, various methods of using Blaze hadn’t been engraved in my mind.
‘If I wrap Blaze around the blade….’
It was a sudden thought, but I felt some concern. Wasn’t this a flame that even burned mana itself?
It could even burn the blade. It didn’t matter if the Windflow Sword burned, but I was worried Min-seok might be sad.
Well. If the blade burns, I’ll just ask him to enchant a new one.
Han Hye decided to think comfortably about it. Hadn’t I felt excitement when performing Wind Slash? But a flaming blade? I couldn’t resist this.
“You!”
While I hesitated briefly and focused on evasion, the Archbishop, mistakenly thinking he had the advantage, charged forward.
Han Hye wrapped Blaze around the Windflow Sword in the same instant she thought it.
-Whoooosh!
And flames fiercer than Han Hye had imagined began to rise above the Windflow Sword.
Like the wind-scattered flame patterns engraved on the blade’s surface.
“…!”
The Archbishop lunged forward in alarm, but the blade was already upon him. Han Hye swung the Flowing Sword with raw ferocity.
Flames scattered in a fan pattern along the sword’s trajectory.
The Archbishop hastily withdrew, avoiding a direct hit, but the blood sword he’d conjured ignited with a sharp crackling sound.
Yet Han Hye paid it no mind.
‘Is this… the Breath of Flames?’
I found myself marveling at the fantastical sight created by the fusion of Scorching and the Flowing Sword. Wasn’t this the kind of scene you’d only see in manga?
Han Hye stared at the blade for a moment, then looked back at the Archbishop. I wanted to swing it again immediately.
“Wait!”
Sensing something ominous, the Archbishop cried out urgently, but Han Hye had no intention of stopping.
‘Wait for what? The mana consumption of Scorching isn’t that much.’
I took two steps forward as if charging, then activated Leap. In an instant, I repositioned myself behind the Archbishop.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I silently shouted the technique’s name in my mind as I swung the sword.
-Whoooosh!
The Archbishop barely evaded it. Or rather, it appeared that way, though “evaded” wasn’t quite accurate.
“Gaaaahhh!”
His body was sliced precisely. However, using blood magic, he instantly transformed his body into blood itself, minimizing the damage.
Though the living blood reformed his shape, the searing pain was unmistakable. There was also a loss of blood.
“Stubborn.”
Han Hye spoke plainly, and the Archbishop’s rage ignited.
“You fool! Is that all the Sacred Blood can do? There is living Sacred Blood over there!”
In that instant, droplets of blood falling from the Saint’s wrist flew upward as if possessed by will, heading toward the Archbishop.
Han Hye’s eyes widened. I could see the Archbishop’s momentum recovering slightly in real time.
‘Lee Shin-hee isn’t here… should I bring her?’
Rather than attack, Han Hye observed the situation for a moment. That blood moved at will, so I had to block it.
At that moment, Chun-bae offered counsel.
-Even if a healer comes, the wounds won’t recover. It’s a vampire’s blood magic. It prevents wounds from closing.
‘Right. It doesn’t make sense for blood to keep dripping like that one drop at a time.’
Then the solution was clear.
Pop.
Using Leap, Han Hye appeared before the Saint. Then I ignited Scorching at my fingertips and pressed it against the Saint’s wrist.
-Sizzle!
The wound burned away, and the vampire’s blood clinging to the area vaporized and disappeared.
The source of Sacred Blood supply had vanished in an instant.
The Saint would suffer from the burning, but it was better than supplying blood to that vampire.
“Now what will you do?”
* * *
“You, you, you!”
The Archbishop was utterly enraged. Hmm. It seemed he lacked patience by nature.
For someone who’d risen to Archbishop, he must have hidden his true nature for quite a long time…
Did I perhaps have a talent for scratching people raw? That probably wasn’t it.
I couldn’t continue my thoughts any further, as blood erupted from the Archbishop’s body in multiple streams.
-Shwaaaack!
I swung the Flowing Style Sword toward the strands of blood approaching with an eerie sound like high-pressure water.
Flames flickered before me, but the blood wasn’t targeting me.
“I need to conserve more!”
The moment he cried out, tentacle-like streams of blood lunged toward the Saint. Of course, I wasn’t about to watch that happen.
I used about a quarter of my remaining mana to create a protective barrier of flame spheres around the Saint.
-Whoosh
Flames that even burned mana itself. The whip he’d fashioned from his own blood simply ignited and turned to smoke before the scorching heat.
“?”
He stared at me with vacant eyes.
“You said you needed to conserve. Let me help you conserve.”
“…?”
Oops. I’d done it without thinking.
While my earlier question had been genuinely innocent, that was a deliberate jab.
Hmm. It brings back old memories.
The me from before I met Mister. To be honest, those were words I’d once heard myself.
There was a spam can that one of the few kind souls had given me as charity. I’d hidden it away to ration, but some vagrant said those exact words to me and snatched it away.
Though I did get proper revenge on that vagrant later.
“You fucking bastard!”
I’d been lost in reminiscence for a moment….
The Archbishop charged at me with enthusiasm like I was fourteen years old again.
From experience getting hit and hitting back, dealing with a guy like this was incredibly easy.

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