Chapter 1,Part1
Chapter1,Part1
Chapter 1.1. The Prologue Is An Epilogue! (1)
There is a room with no light. The walls and ceiling were like obsidian, emitting no light at all. If there is a light source, the light would be absorbed and not be allowed to illuminate this room. The room was filled with a disastrous atmosphere.
A black haze was spreading over the entire room, and the back of the room appeared to be blurred.
It may be strange to describe it as a room. The room is one kilometer deep. The pitch-black world stretched out endlessly, and there was only silence.
There was no design on the walls or ceiling and no furniture. If you listened carefully, you could hear the moans and groans of people coming out of nowhere, the thin, eerie voices of pain, hatred, and resentment like a noise.
All would live in this space as evil. Even if it were an old building of historical value, it would unanimously agree to destroy it. Such was the room.
The room had been several hundred years old without having been visited by anyone.
After hundreds of years without a visitor, a light shines in this place. A magic circle with glowing blue letters appeared on the dust-free floor.
The magic circle glowed brightly, and a figure appeared in the circle center. The figure, which had not been there before, was wearing a robe, and a hood covered its face.
The magic circle had probably completed its work. It lost its light and disappeared ephemerally.
The black haze that had filled the room began to move as if it had a will and tried to envelop the figure’s body.
The cursed haze takes the life of any fool who visits this room and turns them into dead persons. It was a terrible trap that would dissolve even their bones.
The floor and ceiling polished like obsidian were not obsidian, but human blood had been smeared and polished into a jet-black material. It’s a room made of tens of thousands of dead people. That was the fearless identity of this jet-black room.
The death trap attacked the shadows and tried to suck out their life force. But something strange happened. As soon as the haze touched it, the figure absorbed the haze.
Still, the haze attacked the figure without care. The haze that filled the vast room wriggled like slime, crawled toward the figure with sticky movements, and eventually, all of it was absorbed and disappeared.
“Was this haze treated as magic? Too bad, I absorb the dark attribute, sorry.”
The shadow opened her mouth to apologize, but the apology was not sincere. Shrugging her shoulders, she walks through the darkness, as if she can see as if the haze has disappeared.
When she reaches the center of the room, she holds her hand in the air. Curiously, several items appeared from the air, including multicolored swords, spears, jewels, and necklaces, and scattered to the ground. All emit a divine light and have the power to purify even this disastrous room.
“Oh no, failure, failure.”
The human figure arranged the scattered objects in a circular pattern with a wry smile on its mouth. The objects are too divine to be touched, yet she handled them as if the scattered objects were toys. When she finished their preparations, she held her hand in the air again.
Then, a pulsating heart appears in the palm of his hand. The reddish-black beating heart was filled with an eerie spirit, like a crystal of evil.
But the figure does not pay attention to the mass of evil and places it in the circle center.
Then, holding out their hand, she began cheerfully chanting while turning her eyes to the air.
“[Use] the heart of the God of Destruction? [Yes], [Yes], [Yes]”
As she finishes her mysterious chanting, the entire room glows red, illuminating the area. An eerie and disastrous magic circle, as if drawn by combining bones, is drawn around the heart, destroying several Sacred Artifacts.
The mysterious spears were broken, and swords with divine light rusted. Shining pearls turned to stone, and necklaces emitting an air of serenity were shattered.
Each time an item loses its power, the heart pulsates with power, and the aura of darkness it wears grows. After the items are shattered, the ground shakes, and the heart rises to the surface. The floating heart turns the jet-black aura it wears into bones, flesh, and skin.
It’s transformed into a giant that one could look up. It wears jet-black armor and a superbly designed toga, and his four arms, thick as logs and made of flabby muscles, hold swords and spears so clad in evil that the mere sight of them frightens you and makes your body tremble.
Each strand of hair that grows on his twisted, sheep-like horned head is a snake, and its face has three vertical, golden, reptilian eyes. Mammoth-like fangs peek out from its mouth, and its breath is a miasma-like haze. On its back grew ten bat wings, and its body was a massive ten meters high.
The floating monster in the sky was evil and should not exist in this world.
The evil’s eyes flashed, and it called out to the robed figure in a voice that sounded as if it were scratching at glass, a voice that made one feel sick just listening to it.
“Well done, you have revived me. The demon god [Ashtaroth] was born to destroy this world. Let’s spread demons in this world and give all living things a demonic night.”
“Heheheh. So, Ashtaroth-san, are you fully revived? Are you incomplete?”
The figure asks with their hands on their hips, showing no respect for Ashtaroth. Ashtaroth’s face is distorted in displeasure at this matter-of-fact attitude, but it forgives her attitude and answers, saying that she has resurrected itself nonetheless.
“Umu. I am completely resurrected. This body is overflowing with [Mana] and [Magic Power] that have never changed. I am fully recovered. Thanks for using all the Sacred Artifacts that sealed me in the resurrection ritual. I’ll praise you.”
The weapons and accessories scattered around the area were the Sacred Artifactts that had sealed Ashtaroth. It was a surprise to the demon god Ashtaroth that anyone could collect all the Sacred Artifacts and revive him in perfect condition.
When it was unsealed before, half of the Sacred Artifacts were missing. Its power is imperfect and can only destroy half the world. It has been newly sealed with a Sacred Artifact created by humans gathering the power of gods.
But now Ashtaroth’s power was complete. With it, it could destroy the world and transform it into a world ruled by demons as it wished. God no longer existed in the land, only power hovered like air in the world.
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