The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant - Chapter 175
Episode 175
: Death God.
Although they were similar in status, they were clearly different beings.
Just as the power given by the Aspects to the Revelators, they also bestow great power upon the participants.
However, they take away the power that is several times greater than the power they gave.
The price is life.
They came with the 20th door.
The number of surviving humans has been reduced to about 1 million, only 1/10,000 compared to before the carnival began.
Of course, if you look at it simply as a number, it was a considerable number.
However, considering that there were more than 7 billion people alive before the carnival began, those who remained had little chance of meeting each other.
A situation where you don’t know if there are any survivors left except yourself.
Isolation created fear, and some of them eventually succumbed to the temptation of a stronger force.
‘People looked for the Reaper even though they knew it was a poisoned chalice.’
As a result, two-thirds of the one million or so people who remained by the time the 22nd door was opened lost their lives to the Shinigami.
A mass killing that occurred in an instant.
As a result, when the 25th door opened, Namgoong became the only survivor on Earth.
‘Did they really appear?’
Now only the seventh door has opened…
“Damn you guys.”
“…yes?”
Namgoong gritted his teeth at the carnival that was pushing them without any time to prepare.
“Even if you are in the Tower of Wu, you cannot escape the recovery of Carlos’ power. “The inside of the tower is clearly a space separated from reality, but it is ultimately a place under the shadow of the carnival.”
Namgung said to Galina.
“Since you haven’t given your blood yet, there’s nothing he can do about it, but that means there’s a high possibility that he’ll use some trick to find you.”
Gulp –
The moment she saw Namgung’s eyes, she swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
“I want this place to be peaceful. I want to create a place where people who are tired of the carnival can rest. However, we cannot allow the final ark to be ruined by humans who have no status.”
He stretched out his index and middle fingers.
“There are two options. One is to quietly leave the tower like this, and the other is to go directly to see Aleksandr Volkov.”
“But… Grandpa is targeting me. “If I go to see him, I’m dead.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Namgung closed her anxious mouth with a single word.
* * *
“This is all I know.”
Namgoong looked at the huge organizational chart drawn by Galina for a moment and then turned his head.
“what do you think about it?”
“Honestly, it’s strange why something of this magnitude wasn’t known until now.”
There were as many as nine organizations under [Trace] written at the top of the whiteboard. And there were many more groups and clans under those nine organizations.
“It’s strange. The National Intelligence Service probably did not do its job properly. “No matter how much they operate in the shadows, no one knows about the formation of such a large organization.”
Park Hyo-joo smiled bitterly at Namgung’s words and quenched her appetite.
“We did plant some snow in South America as well. However, no separate reports were posted…”
“It may be because they were operating completely in the shadows, but the people living there were well aware of Trace and the rest of the groups.”
“Hmm, the NIS agents didn’t know what the general public also knew?”
“It doesn’t make sense, does it?”
“Yes.”
Namgoong crossed his arms and looked closely at the organizational chart drawn by Galina.
“It’s blood…”
He muttered quietly about the conditions for being granted power.
“Maybe it’s not that I couldn’t find it, but that I couldn’t find it.”
“What does it mean?”
“There may be some kind of condition needed to discover them. “If the conditions are not met, outsiders will not be able to find out information about them.”
“Is that possible?”
“There are many ways. Whether it’s mass hypnosis or large-scale cover-up… the problem is timing. “To hide that many clans from people’s awareness, it would be possible to at least attack the 15th gate.”
“Why?”
“It will vary depending on the type of magic, but a huge amount of it will be needed, whether it’s magical power, elemental power… or even the power of a mortal spirit.”
Namgoong answered Park Hyo-joo’s question.
“Besides, if you want to maintain the art until now, it’s impossible to do it alone. No, even if there are many, the caster will fall first.”
After conquering the 15th door, something called a ‘fountain of magic’ will be created throughout the city.
All the supernatural powers that existed in the carnival, such as magic, spirit power, and magical power, flowed from the spring.
Because they were able to recover the power of the supernatural there, the survivors began to build a new base around that place.
With the power flowing endlessly from the spring, they used various magic techniques to protect the city.
Those with abilities were able to create various means through Sam’s power, including shields that could block attacks from monsters, concealment techniques that made the base invisible, and various traps that could protect the base.
However, that meant that even the survivors who survived to the 15th door would not be able to do so without Sam’s power.
“Using supernatural powers, whether magic or magic, is like starting a fire. “It’s not something that can be cast indefinitely.”
“So you need materials.”
“okay. “Just like when magicians run out of power, they recover with potions or other ingredients.”
“It means we need materials that can be recovered. If so, isn’t the condition met?”
Park Hyo-joo, who was listening to Namgung, pointed to Galina.
“Reclaiming power.”
“…yes?”
Galina, who was singled out, looked at Park Hyo-joo with an embarrassed expression.
“We use humans as materials to enable the technique to continue.”
“how?”
“The corpse from the Tower of Wu. The subja to whom Carlos gave blood. You said they would die when you retrieve the power you gave them, right? “What if we use the recovered power as a material to maintain the magic, rather than for Carlos to gain it?”
“It’s quite a possibility. “Because life is more powerful than any other magical material.”
“…Why are you here?”
“Of course I am there as a magic advisor. “I shouldn’t fall into an incident like this.”
As Somin pointed at herself and smiled, Namgoong shook his head.
“Stop talking nonsense and go play with that Temer guy. “Because the World Federation’s magic advisor is Den Howl, not you.”
“My uncle told me to help him when he wasn’t around.”
“Stop it.”
When Namgoong waved his hand, Somin stuck out her lips and glared at him with a pouting expression.
“Tch… Dad, if you let me go now, will you regret it?”
“…dad?”
Galina looked at the two people.
“Go back because you won’t regret it.”
“Brother, how about listening to Somin’s opinion?”
Myung-Hoon asked cautiously.
“There was a murder. That too, where we stay. That means the fort isn’t safe either. Do you think there would be any good in Somin being involved in something like this?”
“…That’s not it.”
At Namgung’s answer, Myung-hoon frowned at So-min as if he had no choice.
‘I understand, but… I think you’re protecting Somin too much.’
She is only a middle school student, so she is a child, but people who know her abilities well thought that Namgung might be overprotecting her.
No matter what anyone says, Somin possesses magical magical qualities that even Den Howl, who is called the Great Wizard, is jealous of.
“And Den’s magical knowledge is much better, so when he comes, we’ll come up with a proper plan.”
However, after hearing from Lathea that Somin might have the qualities to open the black route, Namgung wanted even more to remove his daughter from this world.
“Even if Uncle Den comes, you won’t know, right? “Because this isn’t magic.”
But reality was always different from what was hoped.
“…what?”
“If you want to cast a large-scale technique that deceives people’s perception, it is impossible without Jinbeop.”
When she snapped her fingers, a small bead-like object appeared and drew a red line on the map on the board.
“Let’s all start with Argentina, followed by Madagascar, Portugal, India, and Russia.”
People looked at the map after hearing her words.
“It looks similar to the letter W, right?”
“A constellation… is it? What was it? Cassiopeia constellation?”
“that’s right. It’s similar. Druids are people who practice magic in nature. Among their techniques, there are some that are modeled after the positions of Cheonmun (天文).”
So-min nodded in response to Myung-hoon’s question and looked at Park Hyo-joo.
“Druids call Cassiopeia differently.”
“The seat of Ratatoskr.”
Park Hyo-joo slowly nodded in response to So-min.
“In other words, they are also called gnawing teeth. Ratatosk refers to the squirrel that lives in the World Tree. “He goes around all over the place, trying to drive people apart.”
“Ratatosk… He has the ability to blind people and close their ears. So, [Ratatosk’s Left] can be said to be a technique that confuses people.”
Park Hyo-joo opened her eyes round and could not hide her surprise.
“If those cities are said to be the spokes of the spell, how big is [Ratatosk’s Seat] being cast?”
Gulp –
Park Hyo-joo swallowed dry saliva without realizing it at Somin’s words.
“If it were that large of a drinking party… it would be enough to fool the eyes of people all over the world.”
But what surprised her wasn’t just the scale of the technique.
“How many ingredients do you need to maintain that technique?”
Her head couldn’t even fathom it.
It was just horrible to think that that material was a person’s life.
“So Carlos is a druid?”
“no. “I still don’t know what kind of power he has.”
Park Hyo-joo shook her head in response to Namgung’s question.
“However, casting a spell on a single city is a huge task, but if you use that city as a wedge for the spell…”
Park Hyo-joo looked at So-min.
When the two people’s eyes crossed, it seemed as if they read each other’s thoughts without having to say anything.
“It’s not a druid, it’s a monster.”
Somin spoke in a low voice on her behalf.