The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 356

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Chapter 356
Chapter 356
“Run! Run! Run!”
The Imperial Army and the players.
They scrambled over one another, desperately fleeing to distance themselves from the Evil God.
The Lord mounted upon the Evil God had cried out “explosion,” and an enormous torrent of mana was being rapidly sucked into the Evil God’s body.
Anyone witnessing this could anticipate the Evil God’s detonation.
“Damn it, an explosion!”
“Huff, huff! Do you think we’ve run far enough?”
“Far enough? This is the Evil God’s explosion! There’s no way this distance is sufficient!”
“Then how far do we need to run!”
“I don’t know!”
Most simply fled without direction.
The Imperial Army soldiers ran for their very survival.
The players ran because the war was nearly concluded, and they had no desire to perish now, only to suffer death penalties and lose merit points.
However, some mages and the more perceptive among them had stopped in their tracks, their faces etched with despair.
“…It won’t work.”
“Bailey! What are you doing? We need to run!”
“It won’t work.”
“What do you mean it won’t work! We need to run now or….”
“Running is pointless. Even if we flee, we cannot escape the explosion.”
“Don’t give up! We can make it!”
“Such hope is meaningless. If my calculations are correct, no matter how far we run, we cannot escape.”
“You won’t know unless you try!”
“Only fools think that way. Don’t you see those people standing there? They’re beginning to realize it. That explosion—no amount of running for a few minutes will allow us to escape it.”
The reason was simple.
They had come to understand that fleeing would be futile.
And rightfully so.
“Just how powerful is this explosion! The Evil God’s detonation, even if it’s….”
“Continental-scale.”
“…What?”
“Based on the scale of the mechanical weapons Mir detonated, I extrapolated that at minimum, the entire Eastern Continent will vanish from the map. Perhaps… it may even spread to the Center of the Continent.”
“That doesn’t make sense! Even for an Evil God, that’s impossible!”
“Why argue with calculations? Calculations are calculations. Wishful thinking won’t change the outcome.”
“But… damn it!”
As they considered it.
The power of that explosion was continental in scale.
In other words, even estimating the explosion’s range at its minimum, they would need to escape the Eastern Continent before the Evil God detonated.
Was that even possible?
Given the situation, it seemed the Evil God would detonate within mere minutes.
There’s no way to escape this without using ‘Teleportation,’ a technique employed by Grand Mages.
Even an ordinary Grand Mage would struggle to traverse the entire Continent with a single teleportation.
No one could escape the explosion.
“If I’d known this would happen, I should have stayed and tried to attack the Evil God instead of running away.”
Realizing this, regret washed over me.
At the time, I panicked at the thought of the Evil God exploding and fled the area without thinking.
But now I see that wasn’t the case.
Escape was impossible anyway.
In that case, I should have stayed and cast at least one more spell to prevent the Evil God’s explosion.
Come to think of it, there were people who held that very thought.
‘Mir.’
Commander Mir.
Along with members of the Major Guilds and the Imperial Knights.
I remember that far more people than expected remained at the scene rather than fleeing.
‘Did they know?’
For a moment, that thought crossed my mind.
Perhaps those who stayed behind didn’t flee because they’d realized escape was impossible anyway?
I entertained that thought.
‘That can’t be right.’
Some might have thought that way.
But surely not all of them.
From the start, they were with Mir to bring down the Evil God before them, giving no thought to the explosion’s range.
That realization brought a wave of guilt.
While others fought the Evil God to contain the explosion, I had fled here in fear.
‘But…’
Though I’d run quite far, it was only a matter of minutes.
How far could I have possibly escaped?
In fact, just by turning my head, I could see the Evil God’s massive form clearly in the distance.
And the Evil God was still drawing mana together without a care.
Could anyone stop that?
Truthfully, the outlook was grim.
Though I’d halted its movement, no one could pierce the Evil God’s impenetrable body.
So I stood there, watching the Evil God in a daze.
‘Soon…’
The Evil God’s explosion was nearly upon us.
As expected.
Even Mir couldn’t prevent the Evil God’s explosion.
At this, the man calmly prepared himself to accept death.
“No!”
“I can’t die like this!”
“No, this can’t be….”
“We came all this way!”
“We should never have gotten involved in a war like this in the first place….”
“I promised her I’d propose when I returned home! Sob, sob.”
These were not the voices of those around me.
People who screamed and continued fleeing even knowing they couldn’t escape.
Those who wept, unable to accept their approaching death.
Those who prayed to the heavens or had lost their minds facing the end. And more.
I heard the varied voices of many people.
But then.
Crack!
Why was this happening?
I had fled so far from the Evil God.
Yet the sound from the Evil God reached my ears with perfect clarity.
It was unmistakably the sound of something precious that formed the very essence of the Evil God shattering, and with it.
Boom-!!
A violet flash erupted from where the Evil God stood.
However, the explosion that burst forth with the flash was directed not at us, but toward the sky.
Witnessing this, I could understand.
“Mir…!”
The hero of the Empire.
Mir had prevented the Evil God’s self-destruction.
* * *
Crack!
The moment Mir thrust Durandal forward.
The rupturing sound from within the Evil God’s head spread with eerie breadth.
Because of this, all those fighting the Evil God could hear that sound.
“Finally!”
“We’ve done it!”
“Mir has succeeded!”
Everyone could recognize victory.
Mir had pierced through the Evil God’s skull and succeeded in destroying the core within.
That meant he had prevented the Evil God’s self-destruction.
But not long after, their expressions darkened.
The reason was simple.
The violet flash that erupted from the fissure Mir created at the moment of rupture.
This revealed that destroying the core didn’t mean the Evil God’s energy would simply dissipate.
Sure enough, along with the flash.
Boom-!!
The Evil God’s energy began to surge forth from the fissure Mir had created.
The problem was that Mir was caught in the path of the erupting energy.
“Mir! Run away!”
“You must escape at once!”
Yul-ha and several others cried out in concern for Mir.
If he remained within the range of the energy discharge, even Mir wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
But Mir’s thoughts were different.
‘This isn’t enough.’
The volume of energy being released was too small.
This wouldn’t be sufficient to prevent the Evil God’s explosion.
While this could delay the explosion’s timing, the amount of energy gathering was greater than what was being discharged.
Therefore, to completely stop the Evil God’s explosion, I needed to create a larger fissure.
With that thought, Mir—
Crack!
—thrust Durandal deeper with renewed force.
Accompanied by a much sharper rupturing sound than before—
Boom-!!
Far more energy erupted through the enlarged fissure.
The discharged energy tore through the atmosphere, even evaporating the clouds in the sky.
Unsatisfied with that alone, the energy painted the heavens in deep violet.
The problem was—
“Mir-!”
Mir had been caught in the erupting energy.
Of course.
Mir was the one who created the fissure, and since the sword was lodged in it, there was no opportunity to escape.
Even Mir couldn’t withstand such energy.
No shield, however strong, could have blocked that energy, and even with instantaneous teleportation, there would have been no time to evade the energy that burst forth the moment the fissure formed.
“Did he sacrifice his life?”
“Even if he defeats the Evil God, if he dies like this, his achievements will be reset.”
“I… didn’t anticipate this either.”
The players, of course—
“Truly, the Empire’s hero.”
“I’ve heard that adventurers can be revived even if they lose their lives… but even so, sacrificing one’s life isn’t something one can do easily.”
“His Majesty was right to trust Marquis Mir!”
The Imperial Army, including the Knight Order, marveled at Mir’s sacrifice.
Meanwhile, the energy continued to discharge.
Just how much energy did the Evil God possess?
If all that energy had been compressed and detonated at once, one couldn’t even imagine the scale of the explosion.
In fact, there was concern that the energy now erupting into the sky might cause abnormalities in the Continent’s climate.
Fortunately, it seemed the Evil God’s energy wasn’t infinite.
Shhhhh—.
The surge of energy gradually began to diminish.
Along with it, the Evil God’s eyes, which had shone violet until the very end, faded away.
Yes.
Finally.
I had succeeded in bringing down the Evil God.
Yet even with the Evil God defeated, the people could not cry out in celebration.
The one who had made the greatest contribution to felling the Evil God.
Mir had perished, swept away by the Evil God’s energy.
“A bitter victory indeed….”
At this, those who remained steeled themselves with somber expressions.
Mir’s sacrifice was tragic, but they could not simply stand idle.
Along with the Evil God, Cronion itself had vanished from the map.
The battle against the Evil God had claimed many lives, and they needed to attend to the aftermath at once.
But then.
“Mir!”
An unexpected voice echoed out.
Mir?
But Mir was supposed to be dead?
No matter how resilient Mir was, surviving the Evil God’s energy explosion should have been impossible?
As those who raised their heads with such thoughts looked on, what they saw was.
“You’ve all worked hard.”
“Mir…!”
“You’re alive!”
“Thank goodness you survived!”
“Hah, you survived even within that energy explosion?”
“Truly, you always exceed our expectations by far.”
“Welcome back, Marquis Mir.”
The principal architect of the Evil God’s defeat.
It was Mir.
* * *
The Evil God’s energy explosion was formidable.
So much so that even I could not withstand it.
My stamina was already nearly depleted from the Black Flame rampage, so the moment I drove Durandal deep and the energy erupted explosively.
[ You have died. ]
I lost my life.
Of course, I had known.
That if I widened the rift further, I could prevent the Evil God’s explosion, but I would inevitably perish.
Yet the reason I chose sacrifice without seeking another method, widening the rift ever further, was.
[ Passive Ability: Intermittent Immortality ]
It was because of this passive ability that arose from consuming the mythic-grade elixir ‘Pharaoh’s Wish’ this time.
That ability was none other than the power to resurrect once every month.
And so.
[ You have been resurrected due to the passive ability ‘Intermittent Immortality’. ]
My stamina, mana, and vitality recovered by roughly half, and I could open my eyes once more.
“Thank you all for your efforts.”
I offered my gratitude for their hard work.
“Gasp!”
I could see the shock on everyone’s faces.
Well, by any measure it had been a fatal situation, and I had actually died.
It was only natural that others would find it miraculous.
However, I had no intention of revealing ‘Intermittent Immortality’ to them.
This ability could become my trump card someday.
So I simply ignored their reactions.
[ Main Scenario Quest ‘Harbinger of Great Evil (7)’ has been completed. ]
I began to savor the rewards of victory in earnest.

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