The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 378

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Chapter 378. Canonization Ceremony (2)
A frigid gleam tore through the void.
It descended upon the twisted Demonic Realm and obliterated it.
The black tentacles climbing the pillars dissolved into nothingness.
The screams of the malevolent spirits ceased.
The sky of the Demonic Realm fractured as if shattering, and the entire world was blanketed in pristine frost.
The fleeing people’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
Shock and horror bloomed across every face.
“My… heavens!!”
“What… what is that…!!”
It happened in an instant.
The hellish Demonic Realm, those grotesque and alien entities—all dissolved beneath the pure white frost.
Tens of thousands of people held their breath in unison.
Everything froze.
No—it was not permitted.
Only one being possessed that right.
Seraphia, her silver hair gleaming.
Her thighs, visible through the torn dress, glistened with cold frost.
“What have you done to Isolde!!”
Seraphia’s voice rang out.
The very air froze and fractured at her cry.
At that moment.
“The Ordained One!!”
“How could you…!!”
A shriek erupted from one side.
Three hooded figures flinched simultaneously.
But one of them quickly gritted their teeth and shouted.
“Regain your senses!! No matter how ordained you are, you cannot prevent His manifestation!!”
The one who cried out spread both hands wide.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa──!!
Darkness erupted from the outstretched palms, spreading violently.
Black waves swirled in a vortex.
Yet it did not target Seraphia.
They dared not confront her.
Instead, the darkness surged toward the sacred relic.
The wave of darkness engulfed the sacred relic.
An ominous aura amplified in an instant.
Saaaaaaa──!
The sacred relic trembled.
The ominous aura spread as if devouring the very space around it.
Isolde staggered.
Something was happening within her body.
A chaos as if light and darkness had become entangled.
It tore through the sacred.
It twisted reason.
It wrapped around Isolde and lifted her into the air.
Isolde, tangled in chaos, was transforming into something else entirely.
“Sister!!”
The moment Seraphia rushed forward.
Something.
Resonated within Seraphia’s mind.
【Y’ha-nthlei durin】
The meaning was incomprehensible.
It was as though malice itself had been woven into it.
Yet somehow, I could discern the identity of the voice.
‘Sister…?’
It was Isolde’s.
She whispered.
【Once, I witnessed a territory struck by a terrible famine】
The people of that territory, having nothing to eat, kneaded soil and baked it for sustenance.
The soil nourished plants, but it could not nourish humans.
The streets overflowed with the starving dead.
【Yet the lord of that territory grew fatter with each passing day.】
It was boiling over.
Emotions boiled, thoughts boiled.
The very vessel of consciousness that held the mind boiled over entirely.
【Two parents, unable to bear their hunger, exchanged their own child for another.】
Each took a different child and killed it.
They stripped the flesh and boiled the bones.
They made it into human flesh and fed it to their other children.
【They could not bring themselves to kill and eat their own child.】
Yet they were still parents.
By doing so, the other children could survive.
By killing one child.
The other children could be spared from starvation.
【Were the actions of those two parents good or evil?】
They slaughtered a child—is that not evil?
They saved the other children—is that not good?
【I wish to ask.】
What would God answer?
Pain is not a sin.
Neither is the will to survive.
【Then what were you doing all this time, until it came to this?】
Boiling emotions and thoughts curse the divine.
Sharp fangs bare themselves toward the heavens.
【Why did you remain silent?】
【Why did you stand idle?】
【Why did you thrust the guilt upon those who survived!!】
It boils. The entire world boils.
The laws of heaven. The order of all things.
【I despise it.】
An omniscient being that knew yet did nothing—such irresponsibility.
An omnipotent being that could act yet chose not to—such impotence.
【I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.】
“Ugh!”
Seraphia’s body staggered.
Her mind creaked under the weight of indescribable hatred.
It was like before.
The Royal Social Society.
That voice she had heard from the Abyss Spider.
Fragments of infinite malice battered Seraphia’s consciousness without mercy.
Her mind wavered.
Seraphia’s sense of self was swallowed.
Yet she did not break.
It was like before.
The Royal Social Society.
That warm voice of Adrian that had protected Seraphia from the Abyss Spider.
-Adrian, what if—just what if.
Adrian’s voice…?
Seraphia’s mind snapped alert.
It was different.
It was not Adrian’s voice.
-If I were to die in some accident, you see.
-What kind of nonsense is that, Ian.
Ian…?
It was a name I had never heard before.
Yet something felt strange.
Though the voice and manner of speech were entirely unfamiliar, something in my chest began to ache.
No—it hurt.
It hurt so very much.
Seraphia grasped it instinctively.
‘My brother’s memories…?’
These were Adrian’s memories.
* * *
A roiling darkness of hatred.
Yet the biting chill could not erase the darkness.
And so.
“R-Run! Everyone, run!!”
“Save me! Aaaaaahhhhh!”
The Canonization Ceremony Hall descended into chaos once more.
“At this rate, at this rate everyone will…!”
“Get out of the way! Move, I said!!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!”
Screams filled the air.
People shoved and trampled one another, crushing those who fell beneath them.
The Canonization Ceremony Hall, consumed by endless despair and terror.
“Eternal Aura Deployment.”
A quiet voice resonated through the chaos.
Blue crystalline structures rose from the ground of the Canonization Ceremony Hall.
Shhhhhhhhh!!
The beams of light intertwined with one another.
And ultimately formed a single colossal structure.
“Mental Manifestation.”
It shook the Canonization Ceremony Hall.
And a new world unfolded.
The Cradle of Eternity.
A domain where all concepts and laws pertaining to death were utterly negated.
Anyone who stepped into this realm.
Anything touched by Kai’s consciousness.
If it was something Kai sought to protect, all of it would be ‘absolutely’ excluded from death.
“The dead are… breathing!”
“This is impossible! Their hearts stopped just moments ago…?”
“They’re alive! They’re alive!!”
As death was negated, the people were revived.
Yet the chaos did not end.
“That bastard…!!”
“He’s even covered the divine authority?!”
“No matter! The incarnation has already begun!!”
Three hooded figures.
They drew forth even more power from the darkness.
The chaos enveloping Isolde grew more formidable with each passing moment.
Kai gripped his sword and spoke.
“Rielin. Broombar. Please evacuate the people.”
“Understood!”
“Understood!”
Rielin and Broombar moved swiftly into action.
Kai followed immediately after.
He positioned himself before Seraphia, assessing her condition.
“Countess, are you alright?”
There was no response.
Seraphia stood frozen in place, as though entranced by something.
Her eyes held no focus.
As if she were witnessing a phantom vision.
Seraphia’s gaze would not return.
“This is….”
Kai’s eyes fixed forward.
Isolde, suspended in the heavens above.
The chaos of light and darkness radiating from her seemed to have completely consumed Seraphia.
Kai did not hesitate.
He gripped his sword and charged toward Isolde.
In that instant.
Isolde’s eyes flashed with brilliance.
Boom.
The air trembled.
An invisible force tore across the Canonization Ceremony Hall and struck Kai directly.
His vision warped in an instant.
An incomprehensible power twisted his entire body.
…He could not resist.
It was an overwhelming force that denied resistance itself.
“Ugh…!!”
Kai’s body lifted into the air before crashing violently to the ground.
Isolde’s eyes flashed once more.
At that very moment.
“I’ll help you!!”
Iliana cried out.
A staff materialized in her hand from nowhere.
The heart of Draconir pulsed as explosive magical power collided with Isolde’s force.
Boom!!
The shockwave swept across the area.
Iliana could not conceal her shock.
And for good reason—Isolde’s power was extraordinary.
The sheer destructive force was staggering.
‘Divine Power…?’
There was no doubt.
It was unmistakably rooted in Divine Power.
Yet it was neither healing nor salvation.
‘How could this possibly—’
My questioning didn’t last long.
A thunderous crack split the air above.
The sky itself tore asunder.
Through the fractured heavens, rays of mingled light and darkness descended.
It was as though divine judgment itself had fallen upon the world.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaa!!
A cataclysmic burst of radiance consumed the ground.
Iliana hastily deployed a shield spell.
The azure mana, amplified by Draconir’s power, met the descending rays head-on.
Crash!!
In an instant, the entire shield warped and fractured.
The destructive force was on an entirely different scale.
“Ugh!”
Iliana’s mind went blank.
I had to do something.
Reinforce the shield.
Deploy another spell.
Anything—but no solution came to mind.
And that was because Iliana understood Divine Power poorly.
She had stepped into the realm of omniscience.
She could comprehend and interpret all the laws of existence.
But there was one exception.
Divine Power.
Divine Power—the force of God.
Yet in truth, it was an Aura.
And an Aura was an absurd force that manifested imagination into reality.
So the imagination that Divine Power carried was—
God.
Supernatural, superhuman imagination made manifest as reality.
And the concept of God, that supreme and eternal being, was universal.
Collective belief.
The faith of the masses.
The faith of the group.
Thus, holy power could harness the strength of the ‘collective’ imagination, and that strength made even the impossible possible.
On a smaller scale: the ability to heal.
Purification, blessing, prophecy—even resurrection.
Holy power was already a force that transcended the boundary of impossibility itself.
And so, the realm that holy power ultimately reached was.
Omnipotence.
If Iliana’s magical power touched the realm of omniscience,
then Isolde’s holy power touched the realm of omnipotence.
Of course, omniscience and omnipotence were the same concept.
The omniscient know all things, and thus know the way to be omnipotent.
The omnipotent can do all things, and thus can be omniscient.
Omniscience and omnipotence.
They encompass each other.
Yet knowing and being able to do are different things.
Knowing the method does not mean
one can execute it.
Just as knowing the correct diet and exercise does not guarantee everyone will succeed at losing weight.
Mere ‘knowing’ alone is insufficient.
This is the limitation of omniscience.
But omnipotence has no such limitation.
Omnipotence, in its truest sense.
The ability to do anything.
Thus, though omniscience and omnipotence were said to be the same concept, the practical weight tilted decidedly toward ‘omnipotence’.
Wave Spear—!!
The shield shattered into fragments.
A torrent of light and darkness crashed toward Iliana.
…It cannot be stopped.
How could one stop an omnipotent being.
And with what.
Who could dare to stop it.
Light flooded her vision.
Her breath caught.
As if time had frozen, her senses grew distant.
In that moment.
A piercing chill erupted—!!
Frost-sharp cold surged forth.
The cold that spread in an instant froze the light solid.
Crack! Snap!
The frozen torrent shattered and dissipated.
And standing beside Iliana now was a single figure.
“Seraphia…?”
Iliana swallowed hard and turned her head.
Seraphia’s eyes, which had been hazy moments before, now gleamed with the brilliance of rubies.
“…I have to go.”
“W-what? Go? Where?”
Iliana asked, bewildered.
In the midst of this urgent crisis, where on earth could she possibly need to go?
Seraphia spoke with unwavering resolve, her words stripped of all unnecessary embellishment.
“I must go to my brother right now.”

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