The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 192



Chapter 192 – The Last? – 5

He knelt down on one knee in front of Aria. Even at this moment, the color of his eyes was constantly changing between gray and blue.

‘You said that our souls were mingled as one.’

In that case, all you have to do is separate the soul. Fortunately, the Holy Spear can do that. It can’t separate the soul directly, but it can produce a similar effect.

He took out his spear. A golden color appeared in his left hand, and the surroundings became bright. Aria’s struggles became more intense. From here on, he had to concentrate. He took a deep breath and brought the spear tip to Aria’s chest.

He supported Aria’s back with his right hand and wrapped her limbs with magic to lay her down straight. Her body continued to shake. It seemed as if Latina was blocking Aria’s attempts to struggle. The Holy Spear made contact with her chest.

“I’m sorry, Latina. It might hurt a little.”

He thrust the spear inside. With a bang, the spear of light tore through the flesh and dug inside. Fresh blood gushed out on the nun’s habit, which was soaked in blood. Divine power began to rip through the inside of her body.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

The eyes that had been changing from blue to gray opened wide. A muffled scream burst out of his mouth. As he focused his mind on the tip of the spear, he felt something wrapping around him. It meant that the Holy Spear was searching for his soul.

‘Found it.’

Within moments, the Divine wrapped itself tightly around a soul. It felt like it had found something in the mud that was all mixed up. It twisted the Holy Spear as it wrapped itself around it.

“Ugh, huuugh?!”

Aria struggled. Not yet. She continued to breathe divinity into her body, giving it strength. Finally, a gap appeared between the mixed and messy souls.

I thrust my spear in with all my might.

“ㅡ!!!!!!”

A soundless scream burst from his mouth.

Aria, who had been writhing around, soon became as quiet as death. Her entire body was covered in cold sweat, and blood was gushing from her chest. I checked her eyes while treating the wound on her chest.

Gray eyes were looking at me. Gray eyes blinked and blinked at me, then opened their lips and spoke.

“It hurts. I didn’t say it would hurt this much, Savior.”

“… … Latina.”

I felt something hot rising deep in my throat. There was so much I wanted to say, but when the time came, I didn’t know where to start.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. There’s still time left. Aria’s soul—”

Just as I was about to say that I needed to purify myself, Latina carefully grabbed my hand.

“It’s done.”

“Okay, what do you mean?”

“I’ll do it from here on out. Please allow me.”

Stuck in time for over a thousand years, Aria had been thinking endlessly.

‘Why me?’

Why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be you?

I constantly blamed myself, resented myself, felt intense anger toward whoever made me like this, and harbored endless hatred. I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t resent someone.

The feelings of hatred and anger that had been burning themselves in such an endless time ended at some point because Aria had come up with a completely different thought.

‘Because I’m special.’

This is what happens to her because she is special. Only Aria, who is special, can move in the frozen time, and that is why she must endure this moment.

The thought soon turned into conviction and fanaticism. It was natural, since there was no one around to stop Aria or tell her otherwise.

“… … Yes. This was a trial. This was a special trial given to the protagonist.”

This conviction finally reached its peak when he absorbed the fragments of the shattered world. When he realized that this world was in fact a world created by fiction, and that he himself was the main character in such a novel.

The reason he locked Laura, who was no different from the creator of the world, in an infinite regression and watched her gradually deteriorate was primarily for revenge, but on the other hand, he also felt a sense of superiority.

Even the humans who created this place are helplessly being destroyed without being able to do anything. That is the proof that Aria is a more special and superior human being.

Even after bringing in real humans to keep time flowing, that feeling didn’t change. No matter how real they were, they were all trapped in the time Aria had created and were ruined.

“I think I understand now. Why did I go through all that? Because I am special.”

Aria’s thoughts did not change, nor did they bend, nor did they break.

A thousand years had been behind Aria April’s conviction. A thousand years of being alone and lonely, and finally gaining a twisted conviction.

If you are not special, then that time is also being denied as nothing. I couldn’t let it be. I couldn’t let Aria decide that the time she had sent me was meaningless.

It had to be that way.

“Gya, haaug… … !”

Aria groaned loudly, struggling in pain that rose from the depths of her soul.

It hurt. It hurt so much. It wasn’t that the soul was separated, but that the soul of the nun that I had to face straight through the separation felt so special.

Aria tried to raise her consciousness somehow to escape from the soul that made her so miserable, but she had no control over her body since her soul had already been separated.

As Aria struggled desperately to pull up her soul, which was sinking deep into consciousness, Mira appeared again, trying to stab her chest with the spear.

‘You must be targeting me.’

The soul must have been separated, now that she could deal with herself without hesitation. Aria laughed as she struggled endlessly. She should have been destined to be with Mira. She definitely thought so.

Even if there was time to discuss that fate, that nun had no reason to kneel. Didn’t the soul sleep in the light window and then be liberated with awakening, and be resurrected beyond the dimension?

Aria felt the light touch her chest and smiled weakly.

“Okay. I’ll do it from here. Please allow me.”

If the nun who finally regained control hadn’t pushed away the spear that had touched her chest, Aria would have ended here. Mira-ssi was seen looking bewildered as her vision grew increasingly dark.

“You’re going to do it? What?”

“It’s the work of purifying the soul that was bound to me. Isn’t your fight somewhere else?”

The finger pointed to the time that was turning golden. The situation was truly unstable. Because of the divinity that Aria exploded in a fit of rage at the end, time and space began to rapidly become unstable.

“… … Are you okay?”

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“Of course. I won’t die. This is my second chance, how could I let it slip away right before my eyes?”

‘I see.’

Aria was certain, even as she remained blankly staring. This nun was planning to kill Aria with her own hands. Of course. After being treated like this, she would want to take revenge with her own hands.

“Instead, just hold my hand. So that I don’t lose my warmth and wander off.”

At the same time, something hard grabbed her right hand. If only Aria could, she would have covered her ears. This warm feeling was not meant for Aria.

The soul sank beneath the surface. With neither side able to take control of her body, Latina’s body collapsed. She felt someone holding her helplessly collapsed body in their arms.

And then, Aria finally faced Latina and was able to look straight at her. Aria hesitated and covered her eyes at the atmosphere that seemed to be radiating from her soul.

It was shabby. It was so shabby of me to be like this.

“This is my first time meeting you like this.”

“……why.”

A surge of emotion surged through her. Aria shook her body and cried out as if spitting out the words.

“Why are you making me so miserable! Why are you making me feel like nothing! Why… … !”

If Aria had been angry that Latina had stolen her soul, used it for her own purposes, and mocked Mira, Aria wouldn’t have felt so miserable.

But Latina didn’t get angry. She didn’t blame Aria. She just faced Aria calmly. As if she didn’t care about anyone like her.

That behavior was even more unbearable because it seemed to deny his past, because it seemed to treat the thousand years he had spent alone as nothing special.

“I’m special! I’m meant to be! I’m meant to be! But why are you… … If you’re here, I… … Ugh… … ”

Aria burst into tears without being able to finish her words. Latina, who had been watching her calmly, opened her mouth.

“What is it special for?”

“… … What did you say?”

“I asked, ‘What makes you so obsessed with the behavior that sets you apart from others?’”

Aria, who didn’t understand the words, was dumbfounded for a moment. But the silence didn’t last long. The more she chewed on the words, the more angry she became, and she shouted as if spitting them out.

“You must be saying such things because you don’t know anything! If I’m not special, then what was the past? What was the time when I was lonely and suffered alone for over a thousand years?”

Latina listened to the outcry calmly. I know. The souls were mixed and a part of the memory was transmitted.

My obsession with being special may have ruined my mind, but on the other hand, my obsession with being special was also what kept me going.

If that weren’t the case, the human being Aria April would no longer exist.

I’m not trying to deny the evil deeds of this woman. Forgiveness is not Latina’s responsibility. It’s the responsibility of those who were directly involved with this woman.

Instead, you could do something else.

“No. I fully understand that feeling.”

“You understand? Me? How?”

Aria growled.

“I too was once the protagonist of the world.”