The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits - Chapter 218



EP10. The Falling Twilight

From noble mtl dot com

“Ha, hahaha… .”

The end is near. The end of what?

Now, I can’t go back to the past anymore.

I felt naked.

What are you laughing at? It was a subtle feeling. Even though I could clearly feel the Holy Sword in my hand, I could no longer feel any of the power of return in my body, and it was a subtle feeling that death was right before my eyes.

Unable to bear the sense of disconnect, I laughed.

The Demon King looked at me and asked.

“Why are you laughing?”

I stopped laughing and then said.

“No, it’s nothing. You don’t need to know.”

Yeah, you don’t need to know.

Anyway, whatever happened, all I could do was aim my sword at the enemy and fight back.

But in my heart, I had already given up halfway. I had now lost my power, and the difference in power was hopeless. Why was I so weak? What would happen if I died like this? A thousand thoughts were eating away at my brain.

No, maybe even before it got to this point, I had been thinking deep down that I couldn’t win.

However, I suddenly felt a strange emotion rising in my heart.

I was so angry at my own weakness that I couldn’t even laugh at myself, at my own weakness that I thought I would lose despite all the talk, and most of all, at the sight of the Demon King who didn’t even think he would lose to me.

Once again, the power gap is hopeless. Saint and Beatrice, who I believed would be able to withstand the Demon King, were defeated without being able to do anything against the Demon King’s power, and I am far behind them.

It could be said that it was a blessing that the Demon King’s black magic was wasted, but even so, it didn’t really matter because the Demon King’s black magic could finish me off with just one strike.

Not only that, I had already used my power to its limit, so I had no means to counter the Demon King’s power. Therefore, if the Demon King were to use his power, I would be fooled around without being able to do anything. Even if the Demon King didn’t know how I had destroyed his power and so didn’t use it.

Despite that situation, I felt angry inside, as if I was fighting an opponent worth fighting.

Why is it, why is it, why is it.

The sensation continued to spread like a thread inside my body. No, it was almost like an awakening.

The sensation gradually increased from the extremities of my body, namely from my fingertips and toes.

…was this the feeling of moving my fingers originally?

I felt a sense of wonder. The skin inside the palm of my hand, the shape of the bones that held its shape, the feeling of the tendons that moved it, even a drop of hot blood in a roughly pulsating blood vessel – my senses began to expand continuously.

The senses that had begun to expand in that way continued to expand as I continued to die, until finally I reached a level where I could feel even the smallest muscle fibers in my limbs.

What on earth is this feeling? Could it be a hallucination? I looked at my arm.

And then, finally, as soon as I felt them all fully, I felt the full force contained in my limbs.

Divine power overflowed and shone. Magical power quietly rippled through the still waters. Black magic burst forth like a frenzied wave.

The Demon King cast black magic on me.

In this situation, how did I move?

Yes, that’s how it moved. But it was wrong. The magic, the arm movements, a little more efficiently. A little more beautifully. A little more – with killing power.

My sword energy wrapped around the holy sword cut through the Demon King’s black magic. Unlike in the past when I only evaded, the first thing I did was… my ‘defense’.

But I still felt regretful. Something, I still didn’t know everything about my own body. I had completed the ideal of saving it, but the tragedy I had just done was ultimately unfinished.

There must have been complete, perfect movement.

And, as I was trying to grasp the thread of that feeling, the Demon King quickly closed the distance and approached me.

‘…ah.’

Intoxicated by this sensation, I didn’t have time to come to my senses. My senses were expanding, or rather, I felt that my reaction speed had become noticeably faster than before, but that didn’t mean that I could stop the Demon King now.

Is this the end?

Is it really going to end like this, with me dying in vain?

In the past, when I first faced the Demon King, I only hoped for the end of my mission. That’s why I desperately longed for death.

And then, after I realized again that there were precious things around me, I became afraid of death.

My end, which I had longed for, feared, worshipped, and despised countless times, was now right before my eyes.

The power was gone. There was nothing left to stop me from ending and force my story into rags.

What remains at the end is foolishness, regret, rest, or emptiness. I was confused by this feeling that I felt for the first time in my life.

Time has slowed down.

My body was steadily accepting death. Already, from the cells onwards, it was heading towards death.

… how should we face the end?

Should I just sit here and accept the death that is coming? Should I confess my confused heart and face the end?

My worries were swallowed up by the flame that still remained in my heart.

… If it’s the last road you take, shouldn’t you at least give them some candy before you go?

I took the attack move I was most familiar with.

Stabbing. Just stabbing, no special technique required.

A wonderful stab that can be used as evidence that he showed fighting spirit even before his death.

However, something was strange.

My senses continued to expand, and time continued to slow down. Eventually, it almost seemed as if time had stopped, stretching like a rubber band.

The sensations in my body were so clear that I couldn’t understand it, like being cut by a sharp sword. Yes, even the movement of each strand of hair was clear-

I took up the holy sword and performed a stabbing.

Perfection finally achieved, without the slightest shaking, without wind resistance, without waste.

And I felt a sense of deja vu from that perfection.

Somehow, the feeling of familiarity still lingered.

Oh, yeah.

It was the same feeling as when I killed the Demon King of Wrath.

bang!

I heard an explosion. The Demon King looked at me with astonishment, sweat dripping down his face.

But rather, it was I who was astonished. I never thought that it would be possible to react and defend the completion that I thought would be the last in my life.

Again, sensation diminishes. All sensations felt in the skin, muscles, and blood vessels gradually disappear.

And then, the Demon King rushed at me again with an angry face.

Once again, time slowed down.

And, without fail, the senses expanded.

At the end of death, I became a flower and finally bloomed.

Swinging once again, the crescent moon that divides the world.

A bet with the name of perfection, which can be said with certainty that there is no better one.

However, the Demon King reacted to it again. Once again, my perfection waned before the Demon King’s power.

Another collision. Another extension of time. I continued to acquire a sense of perfection in my body.

And again, when my perfection and the Demon King’s power collided, I felt it.

I realized.

The sensation that enveloped my body was clearly licking my skin, muscles, and blood vessels.

No longer was the senses diminished.

Because this was already mine.

“Ahaha… yeah. That’s what it felt like.”

I thought of my comrades’ faces. Right now, they were all in their respective positions, aiming their weapons at the demons.

It was a completely different view from what I had felt before. It was like someone who had only seen the scenery in front of him while climbing a mountain was looking down from the top of Mt. Taishan, and it felt like a completely different feeling from the past.

“You guys, you were living in a world like this.”

The chaos in my mind was no longer felt. What was felt was the one thought that filled my chest.

It felt like an incalculable amount of information, and my mind was processing it with great ease.

This was the normal scenery.

This feeling was so different from anything I had ever seen before, it was like asking a blind person to describe the sight and colors before their eyes, it was impossible to explain.

It wasn’t just me who felt it. My senses expanded and expanded, and I saw the world. The logic surrounding the world was visible.

And, as the logic was apparent, it was extremely easy to manipulate it.

“Is this how it is done?”

I raised my black magic power.

Before I knew it, before my eyes, I saw a darkness greater than that created by Grandis.

Ah, yes. This is it-

Beyond the wall, the scenery.