I Became the Patron of Villains - Chapter 219



219. Foreign News and Reverse Heaven (3)

A dark, yet strangely well-lit deep passage.

As Alon walked through it, he suddenly thought.

‘…I’ve never heard of such a passage existing.’

Of course, it wasn’t strange that he didn’t know.

The game Psychedelia he played was from Eliban’s perspective.

It wasn’t unusual for there to be hidden settings unknown to the player.

However, what puzzled Alon was.

This passage revealed a peculiar error in the Psychedelia setting he knew.

‘…I think there was a setting where even the barbarians considered the horizon a sanctuary.’

Of course, he didn’t know the details.

In Psychedelia, the northern barbarians were nothing more than ‘enemies.’

There had never been detailed settings or stories revealed about them.

But he vaguely remembered such a setting.

‘…If this place is truly connected to the horizon, the barbarians wouldn’t have left it alone.’

For a moment, the thought crossed his mind that perhaps this place wasn’t connected to the horizon.

Alon thought of Yutia, who had introduced him to this path.

‘Come to think of it, what was the Pope’s order?’

He hadn’t asked further because he didn’t want to trouble Yutia.

But ever since she introduced him to this passage, Alon had been curious.

What was the Pope’s order to Yutia?

‘I should ask her once we get out.’

With that thought, Alon continued forward and soon arrived at a vast cavity.

‘…Is this, an altar?’

The moment he saw the places built inside the cave, the word came to mind instantly.

It was incredibly old, yet at the same time, it exuded a sacred feeling.

‘I should let Utia know separately when I leave.’

Alon let out a small exclamation of admiration and continued past the altar.

How long had he walked?

Alon confirmed the light flowing in from the end of the cave in the distance and quickened his pace.

And finally, when he reached the end.

“……This is, the horizon.”

He unknowingly blurted out those words.

He just stared blankly at the scenery before him.

Even Alon, who was indifferent to everything, was irresistibly captivated.

It wasn’t because there was something splendid.

The scenery before his eyes was the same as always in the north: the ashen sky and the snow-covered land beneath it.

And in the middle of the vast land stood a massive dome-shaped structure.

In other words, it was too monotonous to be described as beautiful.

Nevertheless, Alon felt the scenery was beautiful.

As if he were the sky.

The pure white snow covering the ground boasted an overwhelming horizon.

It felt as if the sky and the ground had swapped places.

Alon, who was staring blankly at the scenery as if entranced, slowly took a step.

The pure white snow, untouched by anyone.

Leaving the first footprints on it, he moved forward.

‘……Honestly, I thought it might not be.’

Even when passing through the passage.

He had thought that what lay at the end of the path might not be the horizon.

Because it was such an easy shortcut that it was more believable to think it was a lie.

‘I should give Utia a gift or something.’

He was suddenly grateful to Utia.

At that moment.

[Kyuu?]

Just a moment ago, Kkamangi, who had been hiding in my chest, suddenly poked his head out.

Boing!

He jumped straight into the snowfield.

With a soft thud, his entire body was buried in the snow.

As if his feet weren’t cold, he was too busy marveling at the snow around him to notice anything else.

‘Did Kkamangi always like snow?’

Meanwhile, Basiliora popped out this time.

[This place is quite peculiar.]

“What do you mean by peculiar?”

[…Hmm. It’s hard to express directly, but that’s the feeling I get.]

“A feeling?”

[Yes, as if the space is fundamentally disconnected… That’s why I came out too.]

“Ah. So that’s why Kkamangi is acting strangely?”

Alon muttered as he watched Kkamangi start eating the snow at some point.

[Kyuu-]

Soon, he retrieved Kkamangi.

He didn’t want to keep Utia waiting any longer, especially since they had already spent quite a bit of time walking.

So, with Kkamangi back in his chest, Alon moved and stopped in front of a massive structure.

A gigantic dome-shaped building.

The huge door was wide open, as if inviting them in.

[It’s much worse here.]

“Is it?”

[Yes, it doesn’t seem particularly dangerous… but it still feels strange, so be on guard.]

Nodding at Basiliora’s advice, Alon cautiously stepped into the dark entrance.

As soon as he stepped inside, he was enveloped in pitch-black darkness.

However, the faint light from outside softly illuminated the interior of the building.

Relying on that dim light, he walked further inside and soon arrived at the center of the building, where the ceiling was open.

There, he found a door.

A door so old that turning the handle would likely produce the sound of rusty hinges.

It stood tall in the middle of the pure white snow.

Alon, feeling a slight curiosity, grasped the handle of the old door and turned it.

The moment he opened the door.

[You’ve come.]

A voice was heard.

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Chief Luraka.

He was extremely angry.

No, he was beyond angry, he was furious.

The reason was simple.

A girl had invaded the sanctuary of the barbarians.

With a gentle smile, she had nonchalantly disturbed the sanctuary that had been preserved for over a thousand years and severed countless spells—

All because of one girl.

When she revealed the reason for her intrusion into the sanctuary,

His rage boiled over to the point of losing consciousness.

To the barbarians, the sanctuary was as precious as life itself.

It was a place where only the greatest warriors were allowed to enter, and only once in their lifetime.

They could only enter when performing the great ceremony of receiving the seal.

Yet the girl before him had trampled on this place, which all barbarians cherished as their very lives,

Just to use it as a ‘passage.’

She had crushed all the countless spells that had been maintained for over a thousand years.

There was no longer any restraint.

The barbarians, one and all, rushed at her.

Luraka was no exception.

Originally, he had many questions for the girl before him.

How she had discovered the sanctuary.

How she had easily broken spells that even the greatest shamans could not undo.

Moreover, he had to be on guard.

But the moment the girl uttered those words,

Luraka, consumed by rage, had lost even the slightest bit of patience.

Swinging his axe wildly, he charged forward, forgetting even the command of the barbarians he led.

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And the result was.

“……”

It came before him in the worst possible form.

“Ah-“

Luraka let out a low groan.

It happened in an instant.

The ground, not gray but made of blood, filled his vision.

The snow, soaked in blood, melted and turned the ground into a swamp.

The bright red snow that hadn’t melted yet froze in the cold of the snowy mountains, creating grotesque streaks.

And in the midst of it all.

There was a girl.

With just a few flicks, she had turned the gray ground into a sea of blood.

Countless comrades were crushed into a bloody pulp in an instant.

In a world drenched in blood, the girl, with eyes even redder than the blood, stood there.

Just, standing there defiantly.

“……”

Luraka gritted his teeth.

He could feel it on his skin.

The fear of death that had stained his comrades, who had been pouring out their anger just moments ago.

No one was an exception.

Even the chieftains leading the barbarians felt awe and fear at the power the girl displayed.

“Ugh-“

Luraka was no different.

His hand, gripping the weapon, trembled.

He tried to calm it, but his body was already out of control.

All he could do.

Was to cautiously roll his eyes and look ahead again.

And then.

The girl was still standing there.

Comfortably, or leisurely.

However, it was that very incomprehensible attitude that dragged the barbarians further into the swamp of fear.

“……Turtur.”

“At your command, Great Chief.”

“Blow the black horn.”

Luraka, in the end, made a choice.

His lieutenant, Turtur, whose eyes widened at the command,

“Understood.”

Without hesitation, he took out the black horn from his bosom and blew it.

Wooo-!!!!

A sound loud enough to resonate throughout the vast snowy mountains.

The fear that had dominated the barbarians until just a moment ago began to fade.

Luraka, too, shook off the fear that was weighing him down.

Towards Yutia, who was still standing leisurely-

“You will regret not stopping us.”

The moment he opened his mouth.

It fell, suddenly.

Kwooom-!!!!

The heavens and earth shook.

Snowflakes covering the ground flew up, creating a blizzard.

The swamp, soaked with the blood of the barbarians, disappeared, covered by the shattered ground and rising snowflakes.

And what appeared was.

[Huh-]

The black-skinned foreign god who had descended to the north a few months ago and had been secretly hiding his presence.

[You called for me.]

The immortal Neltar.

With horns sprouting from his head like a demon.

Each of his four arms and four legs was gigantic.

At the sound of his voice, filled with a deep smile, Luraka bowed his head respectfully.

“Yes, great foreign god. I wish to use the authority granted in exchange for the sacrifice, here and now.”

[Alright, what is your request?]

“Please kill that girl.”

There was no hesitation.

Neltar, too, immediately asked back as if intrigued.

[Using my authority for something like that, are you serious?]

“Yes.”

[Well, it’s the authority I granted you, so I won’t question it, but-]

The corners of the black-skinned god’s mouth twisted bizarrely.

[If you want to borrow my power again, offer five thousand living sacrifices as you did last time.]

“I will do so.”

[Hmph-]

Power.

Five thousand.

Living sacrifices.

Terrible words were exchanged.

But everything ended with a short sentence: “I look forward to it.”

Soon after.

As Neltar’s eyes turned to Yutia, a faint regret passed over Luraka’s face.

The authority obtained by offering the captured soldiers and knights of Caliban as living sacrifices.

He didn’t expect to use it on the girl before him.

But Luraka did not regret summoning the foreign god at this moment.

Because he had seen it clearly.

The power of the foreign god, which had wiped out a forward base of Caliban, where thousands were stationed, with just a single step.

Therefore, Luraka just watched quietly.

Neltar, moving leisurely as if he had found a new toy, full of anticipation.

[Well then, I have no great regrets-]

However.

[Oh, none-]

Neltar, who had arrived in front of the girl.

Could no longer continue speaking.

At that moment, a question arose in Luraka’s mind.

“……?”

He saw it.

Shaking-

The incomprehensible being, which he was certain would erase the girl before his eyes from the world without a trace-

[Why, why are you here……?]

He began to tremble with fear.