Chapter 43
Another Construction Project Ruined
The moment it awakened, the Evil God’s Fragment took complete control of the body.
Its host’s soul was shoved aside in an instant.
Food!
Without hesitation, it devoured the soul it had inhabited for so long.
But…
Something was wrong.
It had swallowed the soul, but it wasn’t digesting properly.
For sixteen years, it had been weakened by weekly doses of divine magic, making the soul-link unstable.
If the bond had been stronger, the soul would have been shattered into pieces, making it easy to consume.
Instead—
The soul was too intact, making it difficult to break down.
But what could it do?
It had to consume the soul to generate resentment energy—the fuel for its curses.
After a heavy, bloated first meal, the Fragment checked itself.
The results were catastrophic.
Sixteen years of divine magic exposure had prevented it from properly bonding with the soul.
Forced awakening before completion had left its curse power unstable.
But aside from that—
There were no other issues.
It was fully awakened now.
And it could unleash the curse granted to it without limit.
All of it. I’ll eat it all!!
It could feel them.
The souls and minds of the countless humans around it—
The parents who had tortured their own daughter, drowning in guilt and despair in their attempt to save her.
The twin sister who endured pain and suffering just to create happy memories for her other half.
The cowardly priests who had tortured a young girl until they lost their minds and fled their positions.
The broken, wounded spirits scattered throughout the capital.
They were all food.
And the Fragment wanted to devour them all.
So—
It did.
Lifting its host’s body into the air, it spread its curse as far as it could.
Humans collapsed, their souls being eaten away.
And as their souls were consumed, their resentment energy flowed into the Fragment, feeding it.
More souls.
More resentment.
More curses.
This was the first step in an endless cycle of destruction.
“Hurry! Cast miracles to neutralize the curse!”
The priests below fought back, desperately trying to slow the curse’s spread.
But to the Fragment, their efforts were pathetic.
This wasn’t any ordinary curse.
The curse of the Fragment targeted the soul itself.
It planted the fear of soul destruction into its victims—
And once that fear took root, the Fragment would devour that emotion and consume their very existence.
A god’s power was built into the curse itself.
No mortal being could resist it.
Not Saints.
Not Holy Maidens.
Not even Heroes.
So when a man suddenly appeared, stepping onto the air itself, the Fragment wasn’t surprised.
It laughed.
No human could resist the terror of having their soul shaken.
If this fool had thrown himself into the heart of the curse,
Then it would simply kill him.
It cast its curse.
But—
The curse merely swirled around the man without sinking in.
The man’s soul trembled violently, struggling under the curse’s weight—
And yet—
He wasn’t afraid.
He wasn’t even hesitating.
He was charging straight for it.
The Fragment froze in shock.
Impossible.
A living human should be paralyzed with fear the moment their soul is shaken.
That’s just common sense.
So how—?!
As the Fragment reeled from confusion—
A belt swung through the air—
And slapped it across the face.
Then—
The pain came.
A pain beyond imagination.
Blinded with rage, I swung my belt over and over.
The Fragment’s face swelled on both sides, its teeth flying through the air.
And that wasn’t all.
“You fucking bastard, these disgusting wings—!!”
I grabbed its wings and ripped out the feathers and eyes growing from them.
STOP!!! STOP!!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!!!!
The Fragment screamed.
But I didn’t stop.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit!! FUCK YOU!!
You’re going to feel it.
You’re going to feel every ounce of pain Iomene felt!!”
I grabbed its wings—
And drove my knee straight into them.
CRACK.
With a sickening snap, the wing bones shattered.
The Fragment didn’t even scream.
I once heard that when people get kidney stones, the pain is so extreme they can’t even scream.
This must be like that.
But I wasn’t done yet.
Not even close.
Compared to what it did to Iomene—
This wasn’t even enough.
I glanced at the handful of feathers I had ripped out—
Then looked back at the Fragment, trembling in agony.
We’re just getting started.
The tip was sharp.
Perfect.
I approached Iomene’s body, which was now barely able to breathe, choking on the pain.
I grabbed her hand and lifted it.
Then, I pressed the sharp tip of the feather beneath her fingernail.
“Did you think that was the end?”
The feather’s point pierced under her nail, digging into the tender flesh.
Iomene’s body convulsed violently.
AAAAAGHH!! AAAAHH!!
She tried to escape—
But how?
Her feet were locked in time, frozen along with space itself.
I slammed my fist into her stomach, sending her reeling, then whipped my belt against her arms and legs, striking her until bruises formed.
She couldn’t last long.
Not even the Evil God’s Fragment could endure this level of pain at 3000x amplification.
AAAAAAGHH!!
The Fragment screamed, wrenching itself out of Iomene’s body.
A pitch-black mass surged from her mouth, spilling out into the air.
YOU!! MINE!!
It let out a horrific shriek and lunged straight for me.
I didn’t resist.
I closed my eyes and let the Evil God’s curse seep into me.
Yeah.
This is it.
For some reason—
The curse wasn’t working.
Even the Fragment’s direct attack wasn’t affecting me.
Fine.
Then I’d just let it enter my soul directly—
And destroy it from the inside.
This was my ticket back to Korea.
I had no doubts.
The Fragment seeped into me, sinking deep.
Yeah.
This is the end.
Goodbye, Arcarl Empire.
It was a shitty experience.
Let’s never meet again—
NO!! NOOO!! AAAAAGHHH!! AAAAAHHH!!
…Wait.
Why is it screaming?
YOU!! YOU LIED!! YOU TRICKED ME!!
The Fragment shrieked in pure horror.
WHY IS THAT INSIDE YOUR SOUL—?! AAAAAGGHH!!
“Wait!! NO!!”
I screamed, but—
CRACK.
The Fragment shattered in an instant.
It crumbled, completely destroyed, disappearing into nothing.
And then—
A brilliant light exploded from my body.
The light scattered into thousands of tiny fragments, drifting down to the earth below.
It looked…
Like fallen stars descending toward the ground—
A fairy-tale-like, breathtakingly beautiful sight.
…But—
F*CK.
MY REINCARNATION TO KOREA?!
MY SKIP-THE-HELL CHEAT CODE?!
WASN’T THIS THING SUPPOSED TO INFECT MY SOUL AND TURN ME INTO A HOST?!
WHY DID IT SHATTER AND DISAPPEAR, DAMN IT?!
WHY?!
When the curse erupted—
Everyone in the capital felt it.
Of course, Erfa felt it too.
She, along with the mages and witches of the Mage Tower, immediately rushed toward the Imperial Palace .
And there—
She saw it.
Against the backdrop of the rising sun,
A woman with black wings hovered in the sky, her wings spewing curses into the air.
And beneath her—
Saint Amael, walking fearlessly through the sky, toward her.
“Amael!!”
Erfa instinctively drew her wand, about to rush forward—
But before she could, a priest of the White Order grabbed her arm.
“You must not approach!”
“Why?! I have to save him! I—”
“If you go near the source of the curse, your soul will be corrupted and destroyed! If you recklessly approach, you will die!
This is not something that can be handled by normal means!
A curse this powerful would require at least dozens of priests using miracles of purification just to contain it!!”
Erfa hesitated.
She had to save him.
But—
She could do nothing.
“…Can the Saint survive this?”
The priest lowered his head in sorrow.
“…It is too late. The Saint’s soul and the host’s soul must be completely destroyed with divine magic.”
Erfa felt her blood run cold.
Saint Amael.
Her love.
Her everything.
How was she supposed to live without him?
Could she live in a world without him?
Her heart screamed at her to tear away from the priest’s grasp and run to save him.
But—
She couldn’t.
Because, at the very last moment, she remembered the words he had once told her.
“Put yourself first, Erfa. Not me.”
A prophecy—
Spoken long ago, for this exact moment.
Of course, as a Seer, he had known this day would come.
Erfa clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms.
She shut her eyes.
She chose to believe—
That Goddess Lilia would never abandon her Saint.
With that faith, she turned her back on the battle.
She chose to help the living.
“What can I do?!”
“Gather the cursed! I’ll use miracles to slow the curse’s effects!”
“Hurry!!”
Instead of running to him, Erfa rushed to save people.
She swung her wand, teleporting the screaming, convulsing victims to the priests.
But—
No matter how hard she fought—
The curse spread faster.
No magic—
No miracle—
Could stop the curse from burrowing into souls and devouring them.
All they could do was delay the inevitable.
“Please! Please!!”
Tears streamed down her face as she desperately moved as many people as possible away from the source.
And yet—
The curse only continued to consume the city, mocking her desperation.
At this rate—
Thousands of people would lose their souls and die.
Just as that terrifying future seemed inevitable—
“T-The curse—!”
“It’s disappearing!!”
The curses afflicting countless souls began to recede—
Returning to their source.
Everyone lifted their heads to the sky.
The Saint and the Curse’s Core were fighting.
And—
The Saint was winning.
Even from a distance, they couldn’t see clearly—
But they could all hear it.
The inhuman screams of the Curse’s Core echoed through the air.
“T-The Saint...?”
“Impossible!! He’s controlling a curse of this magnitude?!”
“That’s— That’s not something a human can do!!”
Everyone stared in awe.
Erfa, too, was frozen in shock.
But—
That wasn’t the end.
The next moment—
A soul-piercing scream tore through the sky.
And then—
A blinding light exploded from the Saint’s body.
So brilliant, it overshadowed the rising sun.
And then—
It scattered into thousands of tiny fragments—
Drifting down from the heavens.
One by one—
The glowing shards landed on the cursed, suffering victims below.
And as they touched them—
Their anguished expressions softened into peace.
“Those are… the fragments of the souls the Curse’s Core had devoured.”
A priest of the White Order whispered in disbelief.
“A miracle.”
“The Saint’s miracle.”
“He… He saved us.”
The entire capital stood in silent reverence, gazing upon the ethereal sight.
The morning sun, now fully risen, bathed the city in golden light.
And within that holy radiance—
The Saint stood alone, stepping upon the sky—
His eyes fixed upon the heavens—
Tears streaming down his face.
A moment of legend.
A myth unfolding before their very eyes.
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