I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines chapter 90

90 – Full Barrier(3)

The Spear of Longinus.

If used normally, it could tear holes in otherwise impassable dimensional barriers.

A magical tool designed to create a passage to the underworld.

Of course, as for now, it’s incomplete.

Missing its crucial part.

A navigator to set coordinates is absent.

Without that part, we have no idea where we might end up.

Maybe in the middle of the vast ocean.

Maybe a deserted island.

But none of that matters anymore.

Thanks to the foolish Belphegor who completely enveloped Basel with a full barrier.

Now, within and outside of Basel have been completely severed, becoming a separate world.

In other words, if we use the Spear of Longinus now, it means we’ll definitely end up in Basel.

Thud!

Seemingly sensing something amiss with the Spear of Longinus

The whole ground starts violently shaking.

Walls emerge from all sides, ominously closing in on us.

We cannot delay any longer.

“We’re going back. We’re returning to reality.”

Before it’s too late, I activate the Spear of Longinus.

Tick, tick, tick. The gears start turning.

At first moving slowly, but then increasingly fast, spinning like a top.

Suddenly, my hand became not just warm, but hot, from the heat.

However, at some moment, the speed at which the spring was winding down began to slow.

“We’re running out of magic! Put yours in too, any way you can!”

“….Okay.”

I hand over the Spear of Longinus to Mijeong.

And with Mijeong’s magic supplementing it, the spring begins winding at top speed again.

At the cost of tremendous power.

A magic deemed forbidden in this age was realized at this spot.

“Phew.”

Only a moment ago, I didn’t dare lift my head.

Now, I can stand straight, and strength comes back to my body.

The sense of powerlessness that had filled the body disappears, and instead, courage fills up.

When I lifted my head and looked up there.

The skull-filled eyes were gradually glowing red, and a bright light shone over everything.

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But it’s already too late.

With one hand, I firmly hold Mijeong’s hand.

And with the other, I’m holding onto Trancia’s hair.

I have finished all preparations for returning.

As the powerful light that seems to tear us apart starts coming down.

Just before the approaching wall swallows us.

With a strange sensation, the body crumpled.

“See you next time!”

We were all sucked into the spring at once.

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‘What’s going on? What just happened?’

The soft feeling of soil I can touch with my hand.

The refreshing air fills the lungs.

Transilvia noticed the oppressive and overwhelming force weighing on her body had vanished.

‘Was it back?’

The sight unfolding before her eyes was simply unbelievable.

Just a moment ago, she had been in that hellish place, face to face with Draken.

But pulling herself together, she found herself in the forest mountains, by the human village once again.

‘What, what is happening! How did this happen! By what means did we return!’

Bellphégor screamed amidst his confusion.

In contrast, the human was pulling himself up, catching his breath.

He let go of the hand of the Demoness he had been holding tightly,

And instead, took up a sword.

‘What kind of trick did you use!’ he demanded.

“Shh.”

Without uttering a word, silently,

The human, lifting his sword, taking a step forward, inhaling deeply, controlling the flow of magical energy.

The sight made Bellphégor falter.

The demon king, one of the four horsemen, was intimidated by a mere human.

Transilvia also, in her heart, wanted to throw the same question as the demon king.

What kind of technique was used?

But more than that.

She was eager to ask, how did he get back on his feet?

How on earth.

How was it possible to stand up after confronting such an extraordinarily powerful entity?

How could he think of pitting himself against his minions?

These thoughts were completely beyond Transilvia’s comprehension.

‘No matter how you look at it, he’s not crazy. He made that decision in his right mind… how the hell?’

Transilvia was once a member of the Four Horsemen.

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Back then, she took pride in her title,

thought all humans were inferior, deserving of subjugation by monsters.

She had never seen the face of the one titled Draken. yet she believed they shared a similar purpose,

These thoughts were all she could vaguely conjure.

But then, suddenly I was dragged in front of Draken.

Transilvia instinctively knew.

It appeared that Draken’s purpose would be impossible to comprehend even in an entire lifetime.

Since returning, the memory of that day haunted Transilvia like a ghost.

Eventually, after suffering for so long, Transilvia ran away.

Leaving the throne of the four heavenly kings.

And returned to the human world.

Initially, Transilvia felt more comfort and affinity at the monster’s side.

But now, Transilvia felt closer with the humans.

Although previously, she was a human who would unstintingly kill and drain the blood of others, she now hesitated.

She wanted to take the human side.

She didn’t want to let that unfathomable and fearful existence consume this world.

But confronting them was another problem.

She did not want to die.

So, she chose to live in silence.

Quietly, succumbing to the natural flow of life.

Remaining uninvolved.

Maintaining neutrality.

If Transilvia could survive by pretending ignorance until the day Draken crosses over to this world bringing destruction, she would be content.

Those were the thoughts she lived by.

Until she met with the human race.

“What tricks did you pull?”

– Ah, no! It’s okay if you don’t respond! –

Kwaang!

The new faith of the human race erupted, and the blade cleaved the wind.

But where Belphegor had stood, only black smoke was scattered.

The great demon was already flying far away, fleeing.

The barrier that enveloped the city was also beginning to crumble.

The sun shone brightly again.

A bright light poured in.

The archdemon had fled so far away that he was no longer even detectable by smell.

Humans collapsed to the ground, dropping their swords.

Their limbs shook, muscles quivering.

Clear symptoms of magical fatigue.

Even though they were in no condition to fight, they had managed to frighten off the archdemon.

‘Takyia style swordsmanship. Zero form……’

It was a brief posture that existed for just a moment.

But Transylvania recognized the swordplay instantly.

A martial art that was lost hundreds of years ago.

The human was using that forgotten swordplay.

‘He’s definitely no ordinary guy!’

What kind of human was he?

No. Was he even human to begin with?

As these thoughts raced through Transylvania’s mind, he felt chills run down his spine.

“……The magic tool. It’s broken.”

“Of course it broke with that level of output. We can just recreate it.”

“Wait, what! You’re planning to go back to Draken!”

The human casually mentioned ‘going back.’

Upon hearing this, Transylvania lost his temper.

He couldn’t understand it at all.

“Why. Are you scared?”

“Scared? Of course I am! You shouldn’t have noticed it yourself! The sense of helplessness that envelops the body! The fear that implants itself in your mind! The overwhelming force that can subdue us with just a gaze! How can you even think of standing up against that!”

“We need to stop it.”

“I know that too! I understand very well that Draken will undoubtedly bring about the end of this world!”

“If you know it, then you should prevent it. What’s the problem?”

“……”

His spirit was crushed.

At first, he just thought the man was crazy.

But it wasn’t just crazy, he was seriously insane.

How can anyone confront Draken without their spirit breaking?

“How can you still think of fighting?”

“I was worrying you were some kind of spirit or god. But you’re a being with form, aren’t you?”

“What good is a form! Whether you cut with swordplay or use the tenth level magic, it would only leave a scratch!”

“A scratch? Would that imply damage has been inflicted? That means it’s possible to capture, right?”

“What…?”

He was at a loss to follow the flow of the conversation.

If you can inflict damage, you can capture it?

Though they both went to the same place.

What this human saw was completely different.

While Transilvia encountered overwhelming despair and terror, the human glimpsed a possibility.

To Transilvia, it was a relapse of trauma, but from the human’s perspective, it was a successful reconnaissance.

‘So he’s not insane. He is truly, sincerely planning to hunt the dragon!’

The human’s eyes hardened.

It wasn’t the eye of a lunatic.

Not the eyes of a foolish person blinded by revenge or rage, banging their head against the impossible.

Just simply, with infinite rationality.

Stepping into the area where it seems impossible, but it may be possible.

Such normal human eyes.

“Ahahahaha!”

The moment he realized that.

An uncontrollable laughter burst out.

Forgetting all fear and pressure that had been holding him down until just now.

He simply felt a sense of absurdity.

“You’re struggling to prevent the end of the world that’s not even of your generation! Standing against an enemy that no one recognizes or knows about! You’re insane!”

It was the first time he’s seen such a human.

He’d thought he’d seen all types of humans in the hundreds of years of his life.

Thought it was obvious now.

The human who stirred a feeling of awe in the ancient vampire.

This human was the first.

Upon this, Transilvia made a vow.

“And I really do admire a man who’s lost it! I find it quite appealing!”

Beseeching that I’d watch over this man’s end.

No matter if he ends up falling somewhere.

Or ultimately achieves his goal.

I’ve become eager to witness that very end.