NOVEL NEXT Chapter 243
“This is just······.”
Draken’s dimensional entity gradually crosses over into the current world.
The dimensions begin to overlap.
Now, the true form that has appeared in the current world is less than one percent of its totality.
But that alone is a colossal body, already powerful enough to completely cover this planet.
The pressure emanating from it is beyond imagination.
“Ah, ahhhh······? How, how am I supposed to face that······?”
Yulia, in charge of navigation, seems to have lost her senses.
She’s trembling and stammering, unable to gather her thoughts······.
Huh? This looks just like the usual Yulia in front of people.
Anyway, she’s in no state to pilot the airship.
Then what about the others?
Cern’s daughter has already collapsed, foaming at the mouth, and Alicia is sitting down making a puddle between her legs, while the nameless one appears to be in a daze.
For some reason, Mi Jeong seems calm.
It’s a relief that Yerina is holding onto her consciousness, even though she’s in pain.
If even Yerina had lost her senses, the engine would have exploded already······.
‘Is Jill alright?’
The airship burning Jill can be seen quickly descending to the ground.
It seems that the priestess Jill managed to hold on to some degree.
Honestly, in this situation, one can’t remain sane unless they are superhuman.
‘Was it always this intense?’
Was the pressure expressed to this extent in the original work?
Recalling old memories quickly, I conclude that it was not so.
No way.
The battle against the final boss in the original work was designed to endure the full pressure of Draken’s entire being.
Yet, even with only one percent manifested, everyone is collapsing, and even Yerina is in danger?
Something is wrong.
Draken’s power has escalated.
At least 100 times more than in the original work·····!
“What the hell caused this oppressive aura to spike like this······?!”
Hastily, I spread the light of the Ultimate Technique in all directions.
I don’t know if it will work, but······ I have to try.
The light of the Ultimate Technique has enveloped the entire airship.
Voices from deep within the crew flow in.
Countless parts’ information comes in.
In this, I must cut only the pressure from Draken.
So far, I had to cut through everything covered by the light.
Theoretically, it should now be possible to pick and choose what to cut.
I thought it was out of reach for my level, but I have to do it right now.
‘Distinguishing each one is impossible.’
While distinguishing what to cut and what not to cut, I realize.
This is fundamentally an impossible task.
How could one separate the tiny grains hidden among the rice grains?
If it were just one bag, maybe, but what if it turns into a sea of millions upon millions?
Therefore, the solution is not to ‘distinguish and cut.’
The key is the will to cut.
Just as the intent behind cutting changes the secret of martial arts, it becomes possible to choose what to cut based on the intent behind wielding the Ultimate Technique.
‘I will cut through Draken’s pressure.’
With a clear answer in mind.
I swing my sword, wielding my will.
In an instant, a massive arc of the sword sweeps across the entire airship.
But despite the sword passing by, the airship suffers no damage.
The crew is also unharmed.
The only thing the blade touched was the pressure from Draken.
“Huh, huh······! Just now, I couldn’t breathe······!”
Fortunately, everyone regained their sanity.
Even though the pressure emanating from Draken was staining the entire current world, this airship seemed immune to it, untouched by its effects.
“Everyone, avoid looking straight ahead. Cern’s daughter, resume your work quickly.”
“Y-Yes······!”
“Nameless.”
“······.”
“Oh dear.”
However, the nameless one’s state is still abnormal.
There’s still no focus in their eyes, and they’re gaping as if dazed.
It resembles······.
That reaction when Linda’s controlled airships attacked.
The pressure has been cut away, so they aren’t paralyzed by it.
There must be another reason behind this.
‘Am I encountering Draken’s power, causing this reaction? Why?’
At first, I thought it was simply a matter of losing the strings of consciousness.
A half-fainted state.
When a human witnesses something beyond their understanding, their brain likely overloads, causing a complete shutdown to prevent damage.
But the nameless one is a special being, unlike an ordinary human.
I forgot that they weren’t born human, but only gained meaning through my existence.
As I extend the light of the Ultimate Technique and examine the nameless one, I feel a shiver down my spine.
‘This is······ death?!’
From within the nameless one, I feel no thoughts or emotions whatsoever.
This isn’t just losing their mind; it’s closer to annihilation.
In this state, the nameless one is no different from organic refuse before gaining any meaning!
In shock, I quickly wrap the nameless one in my will, sealing off any potential intrusions.
Mana, demonic energy, even Draken’s powers.
Gradually, clarity begins to return to the nameless one’s eyes.
Human emotions start to inhabit their expression.
“Uncle? Why does your face look like that?”
“······It’s nothing.”
The nameless one casually asks me, as if nothing is wrong.
I was taken aback.
If I had been even slightly slower, I might have completely lost the nameless one.
‘Are they trying to control the nameless one as Linda did? I won’t allow that.’
Creak!
I grind my teeth, clenching my fists.
I can feel their malice.
Draken’s will is certainly being distorted and twisted in its transmission.
If so, is this malice a result edited maliciously by the laws of the world?
Can we be sure that Draken’s true intention is good?
“Nameless. We’re starting.”
We can’t be sure.
Since we’re uncertain, we’ll ensure certainty.
What I’m about to do is demote one world and strip it down to the same position as ours.
“I’m surrounded by some kind of barrier or will right now, and I can’t see anything······.”
“Your ability isn’t reliant on your sight, right? You can do it perfectly well without seeing. Can’t you?”
“That’s true······.”
“Close your eyes. Focus on the sensations at your fingertips and your ability. What do you feel?”
“A massive will······. And a sorrowful soul······.”
Without retracting the wall of will surrounding the nameless one.
I cover their eyes with my hand and ask them to reach forward.
I can only vaguely tell that Draken is a colossal soul just as it is.
But it seems the nameless one can look inside that soul.
“So you can indeed feel the soul?”
“Yes······. It’s not similar to any soul I’ve felt before, but it’s still a soul in essence. I think I can manipulate it somehow.”
The nameless one speaks as if the soul is some moldable clay.
Though Draken’s soul is foreign and gigantic, ultimately, a soul is still a soul.
They can do it.
Even if it seems impossible, they must do it.
I keep the nameless person’s eyes covered.
I focus on the countless black tentacles approaching the airship.
They seem furious as they try to brush against my soul.
Each tentacle is massive enough to overturn a continent.
‘I said I wouldn’t kill them, but that doesn’t mean I won’t attack.’
The light of the Ultimate Technique spreads from the airship in all directions.
Endlessly, infinitely expanding.
My field of vision has become infinitely wider.
Now, there’s nowhere my will cannot reach.
Crack!
As each of Draken’s tentacles approaches, they shatter into powder.
I grind and grind those seemingly endless tentacles away.
Of course, this is pointless beyond stalling for time.
Even at this moment, Draken continues to seep into the current world, creating more and more tentacles.
But stalling for time is sufficient.
All we need is more time.
“Nameless. Are you ready?”
“Yes. But this is······.”
“I’ll take full responsibility.”
“······.”
The nameless one struggles to find words.
I can easily guess what they want to say.
The nameless one has the ability to manipulate souls at will.
They could mold Kali’s soul into a mana stone, then revert it back to a soul, repeating that cycle.
But what about that gigantic Draken’s soul?
Is it even possible to compress it into a mana stone and then return it to its original form?
It might be possible, but the reverted form would be unmistakably different from the original Draken.
Compressing a soul and then uncompressing it is unlikely to happen.
Thus, this isn’t sealing or anything of the sort; it’s effectively murder.
Draken would meet his death as a dimensional entity.
A horrific divine murder that births a persona.
To avoid the escape condition and ‘conquest,’ I won’t physically kill them.
But it’s no different from killing.
I had no intention of showing mercy from the start.
Whether intended or not, if they brought the world to the brink of ruin, shouldn’t they face due punishment?
“The clockwork doll! Work completed!”
“Nameless, now!”
“Hoo. I’m counting on you, uncle······!”
The nameless one takes a deep breath and twists their fingertips.
Immediately, Draken emits an overwhelming pressure as if letting out a scream.
From him, the soul begins to pull away.