The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 166
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Chapter 166
[Title Change]
[Ascetic → ■■■….]
[LOADING…]
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[Savior ]
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Thud.
The dull sound of the heavy blade hitting the restraint frame stopped time in the world.
Below the guillotine, something rolled crudely onto the sawdust-covered floor.
It was the head of the man who had just declared he would return as the Savior.
His long hair had become short, and his eyes, unable to close, were cloudy like a fish pulled from water.
Reality was cruel. There was no miracle.
From the cross-section of the headless body left on the guillotine, crimson blood shot up like a fountain. The fishy, hot smell of blood rode the wind and swept over the plaza.
“No, Ascetic! Ascetic… Are you leaving these lambs behind like this!”
People burst into tears.
A sigh flowed from the mouth of an old woman standing in the front row. It spread like dominoes.
Tens of thousands of people stood with mouths agape, unable to accept the horrific death before their eyes, shocked.
The head rolling pathetically on the ground had been the Ascetic they were praising just moments before.
“Dead… he’s dead…”
“The Ascetic…”
The Cardinal couldn’t contain his twisted laughter and burst into guffaws.
“Ha, hahahaha…! See, he should have known his place!”
Behind him stood a demon. He patted the Cardinal’s shoulder and said.
“Well done, you’re truly admirable.”
The demon thought he had done really well to seduce the Cardinal and make him contract with himself.
He wanted power, he wanted pleasure, and he wanted to fulfill primitive and essential desires.
If you’re human, if you’re a living being, if you’re a lowly creature, isn’t it natural to have such desires and urges?
The Cardinal showed those desires very well, so he was a child the demon was quite fond of.
The sun crosses over the mountain ridge. Lumensia’s time gradually comes to an end.
However, since this was Lumensia’s domain, she was looking down at this situation from the sky without missing anything.
Finally, it was the day to cut down that pig.
If only she could devour that Sernuan! Everything would be over.
The demon whispered.
“Now, lift that apostate’s head and place it on the altar… offer it to Lumensia…!”
The demon, Lumensia, and the Cardinal had no doubt about his death.
Even without checking, his life activities had completely stopped.
His neck and torso were separated.
Even if they were Forgotten Gods, if the vessel was destroyed like that, what could they possibly do?
Now, if they just placed that head on the altar and performed the ritual…!
The sacred relics he had collected all this time. The power of the Forgotten Gods would all become theirs.
If that happened, they would quickly abandon this damned world and go to a world full of possibilities.
Lumensia had no obligation to protect a collapsing world, and the demon had no interest in a world whose possibilities were exhausted.
“Ha, haha! Behold! That is the end of the god you believed in! Look at how he died with his neck cut! The demon is dead! Justice has triumphed…”
It was before his victory cry could even finish.
Twitch.
The shoulder of the fallen body trembled slightly.
The Cardinal, who keenly noticed this, felt his Adam’s apple move. Cold sweat flowed out. He tried to deny it.
‘It must be rigor mortis. I’ve heard plenty about how the dead can move…!’
Even the demon standing behind him noticed this anomaly.
Something…
Something sinister was crawling out of that corpse.
The Demon of Deception hesitated and moved away from the podium. Something was happening.
The demon’s experience spanning thousands of years rang alarm bells.
It wasn’t over.
He wasn’t dead!
The demon shouted with bloodshot eyes.
“These damned gods…! Playing tricks!”
No wonder it was strange from the beginning that he died so obediently.
But the vessel was destroyed. If it was destroyed to that extent, there should be nothing he could do right now.
“Go right now and put that head on the altar!”
The Demon of Deception shouted at his contractor. The Cardinal was startled by the sound and jumped up onto the podium.
That’s when it happened.
Drip.
The sounds of the world went out.
The stream of blood shooting from the severed section stopped in mid-air as if by magic.
Ignoring the physical law that it should fall to the ground, the red liquid coagulated in the air and trembled.
“Damn it! Damn these god bastards! How much! How much more do you need to interfere with me to be satisfied!”
The demon shouted thunderously.
A smile bloomed on the lower face of the Veiled Teacher who was watching from the building.
The Cardinal tried to carry out the demon’s command and grabbed the head.
At that moment, his pupils shook.
The red blood suspended in mid-air began to change color to black, instantly swallowing light.
It was no longer human blood. Sticky, ominous, living abyss…
The darkest and most dark God of Darkness in the world! No, it’s not darkness, that’s oblivion, nothingness, emptiness… don’t think! Don’t think! Don’t think! Don’t think!
“Ugh, uaaaah! Uaaaaaaaah!!!”
The Cardinal tried to drop the head far away in terror, but he couldn’t let go as if his muscles were paralyzed.
The demon who had been watching this scene quickly realized.
He’s trying to resurrect.
Using the Cardinal’s body as a sacrifice!
“No way! That can’t be!”
The demon who had retreated from the podium burst forward.
People murmured and were horrified at the sight of the demon.
“Wh-what is that thing!”
“Those horns, that’s definitely a demon!”
Crown-like massive horns, a lower body made of giant tentacles instead of human legs.
Where there should have been a face below the massive horns, it was completely empty without any features.
“A demon…? Why is a demon behind the Cardinal?”
The murmuring of the crowd spread like waves.
As the being that had been standing like a shadow behind the Cardinal revealed itself, it was the moment when the ‘corruption of the Central Church’ that the Ascetic had been shouting about was proven real.
But the Demon of Deception didn’t care about people’s gazes at all. His attention was fixed solely on the corpse turning black.
He had thought of such means from the beginning and installed magic circles to prevent it.
But whether the human had botched the job or there was other interference, he was smoothly devouring the sacrifice called the Cardinal.
“Let go, let go of this! Let go!”
The black tar-like substance that began devouring the Cardinal’s arm gradually melted down to the ground and ate greedily.
Crunch, crack, squelch.
The black liquid forcibly swallowed the Cardinal. Soon the Cardinal was completely covered by the black liquid.
“Gurghhh…”
He couldn’t leave behind a single last word and melted into some viscous liquid.
For a few seconds, the black liquid in human form gradually sank down slowly like slime.
“Hiiek! Wh-what is that!”
“A m-monster!”
The soldiers in the front row, meant to control the citizens in the plaza, couldn’t overcome their fear and staggered backward.
The hands holding spears trembled violently.
Everyone fell into shock seeing that black slime. Those who witnessed it felt their minds creaking and failing to function properly…
Th-th-that bl-black sh-shadow is…
Crack, crunch.
The sound of bones crumbling and being crushed could be heard vividly.
And the black liquid reeking heavily of blood began to writhe.
Gradually.
Something they didn’t know.
A creature that didn’t exist in this world was at this very moment.
Being formed.
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The world.
Is rolling around upside down…
No, was it my head that was rolling around?
Wait a moment.
‘My head?’
Who am I?
WhoamI?WhoamI?WhoamI?
‘Sernuan.’
It was a familiar name, but.
I felt like that wasn’t my name.
‘Hanbyeol…?’
In memories brushing through the deep sea, what came to mind were two names.
No.
No!
‘Me? My name? Me? Me? Me?’
GodofmagicandmiraclesSageofdarknessvoiddespairnihilismdeathwhoenjoyedauthorityandcreatedthisworld! Whohandlesthemostpureandholypower,makingtorenfleshbloodwellup?
‘…’
“Uaaah! It’s a monster!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Human screams. Like the sound of an unscratched chalkboard, like the noise of wrongly tuned frequencies, they stabbed at my eardrums chaotically.
‘Monster.’
That was surely referring to me.
‘Is there something to call me?’
The only thing I knew was the fact that my neck had fallen off.
And that disgusting sun. To devour and kill that damn Lumensia!
To kill that Lumensia… with this broken, broken body won’t do. Even when I was intact, I got backstabbed and died completely. That can’t happen. That can’t happen… I mustn’t fail again. I promised that. I promised to kill Lumensia, that even if I devour Lumensia, even if I tear her apart completely, it wouldn’t be satisfying enough. No, what was that promise…? No, let’s not think about it now. That’s not what I should be thinking about now. What I need to do now is, yes. Kill Lumensia. Oppose Lumensia. That’s all!
I began to skillfully utilize my divine powers to create a body I could use.
I extracted bones from among the chunks of flesh and erected a spine. Then with the blood of sinners. With the blood of blasphemers I made my heart, and using their terror-stricken screams and praises as materials, I wove wings…
Thus I shall descend upon this world again…
‘Wait. So who am I?’
Who did I make a promise with?
Something was visible between fragments of dim memories, but…
“Ascetic! Ah, the Ascetic returns!”
Since killing Lumensia was more urgent now, I pushed the unnecessary memories to one corner.
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“Ahhh…”
The black mass of flesh began to stretch upward lengthily.
It transforms into ‘something’ that mimics human form.
What they saw was glimpsed through shadows – limbs bending and extending at angles impossible for human joints, and the shape of massive wings blooming from behind.
The aura emanating from there was far too blasphemous, terrible, and overwhelming.
Ancient divine power that mortals dare not face! Submit! Submit!
The Forgotten God has returned!
“Waah…!”
The feet of the crowd trying to flee in terror wouldn’t lift as if glued to the ground.
That overwhelming fear was so immense and perfect that, paradoxically, it was tearfully ecstatic.
Humans feel awe that seems to erase their existence before great waterfalls or in the eye of typhoons. That was exactly the emotion they were feeling now.
“Saint… Oh, Saint…”
“Savior…!”
Our perfect God returns!
People widened their eyes and shed tears. Some had bloody tears flowing or nosebleeds, but no one paid attention to such things.
They were only desperately trying to open their eyes wider to see more of this glorious scene.
OurGod!Savior!TheSaviorhasreturned!TheSaviorwillsaveusfrommortalpaineternalpainoflifewillsaveusandliberateus…
Someone knelt down. The tears shed in terror had somehow changed to tears of ecstasy.
Reason screamed to flee from that thing immediately, but few could think rationally now.
They wanted to submit to that great being and banged their heads on the ground. People bleeding profusely watched the podium with ecstatic eyes as if intoxicated by drugs.
“He resurrects… for us…”
“You kept your promise!”
“Look there! What was behind the Cardinal was the real demon! The Ascetic was right!”
When one person knelt, dozens, then tens of thousands collapsed like waves.
Frenzied faith filled the plaza.
Above the guillotine with its razor-sharp blade, pure white teeth slowly raised a body from the waist up out of the viscous black tar-like liquid.
The pure white, long hair from when he was human in life draped like a bride’s fluttering veil, and within that veil, platinum-colored eyes flowed out coldly.
Though he was tall even when he was ‘Sernuan Lumiere’, his current height seemed to approach nearly 3 meters.
The Savior bent his spine. Platinum-colored aura flowing from his eyes fell like tears.
A spiky halo jutted up sharply behind the God’s head.
Everyone shouted as if entranced.
“Our God! Keeps his promise and descends at this very place!”
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