Chapter 58
As I woke from the dream, I felt cold sweat drenching my entire body.
But I wasn’t afraid.
I wasn’t terrified.
I just felt… overwhelmed.
I clutched the blanket tightly.
At last, all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
What it truly meant to die at the hands of those I love.
What it meant when they said I would die at the happiest moment of my
life.
What it meant when they said that Grace would seize me even after my
death
and send me to a place befitting my actions.
And…
What it meant that Grace would spread its will upon the world through
me.
Now, I understand everything.
Asmodeus of Lust?
Yeah, it all makes sense now.
From the start, something felt off.
I had no magical power.
I had no divine power.
And yet… time stopped at my will, my body was reshaped, my senses
were
amplified three thousand times, and I possessed an absolute hypnotic
ability.
I always wondered where these absurd, godlike powers came from.
Turns out… they were the powers of the Demon King.
Overcome with emotion, I buried myself under the blankets and cried for
a
long time.
Why is my luck so terrible?
Why is my fate so cruel?
Becoming a Harem King—was it really that difficult?
I don’t want to leave.
I really, truly don’t.
I want to stay with Iomene, Almeine, and Erfa for a long, long time.
But for their sake… I have to go.
If I let my selfishness tie me to them, then when the Demon King’s
authority awakens, I have no idea what it will turn them into.
That day, I didn’t do anything.
“Saint?”
Yodel, the old man, came to check on me, his voice filled with
concern.
The holy knights. The priests.
Even the people from the slums who visited me every day…
They all worried about me.
But I didn’t meet anyone.
I just stayed in my room and cried.
And soon enough…
The news must have reached the princesses and Erfa.
That evening.
As I lay in bed, skipping my meals and drowning in tears, three women
came
to find me.
“Amael.”
“Saint.”
“We’re here.”
Hearing their worried voices, seeing their anxious expressions, I
slowly
sat up.
I forced a smile at them.
“Come here. Sit with me.”
No one else, but these women…
They deserved to hear my story.
They hesitantly sat beside me, their faces filled with concern.
Looking at them one by one, I finally opened my trembling lips.
“I have to leave. The moment Tower Lord Orgen finishes the psychic
amplifier I entrusted to him… I’m leaving.”
Their faces turned pale, but I clenched my fists and continued.
“I won’t be coming back. We may never see each other again. You can’t
follow me. I have to go alone. So… please, don’t try to find me.”
Saying it out loud only made the tears flow even harder.
The room filled with the sound of my sobs.
None of them…
Not one of them spoke.
Until finally…
After what felt like an eternity, Iomene and Almeine pulled me into
their
embrace.
“This relationship… it was one we forced upon you in the first place.
Remember, Saint?”
Almeine’s voice trembled as she spoke.
“We were the ones who pushed you into this. You never promised to stay
by
our side forever.
We always knew you had greater things to do… We knew you would have
to
leave someday.”
Four arms gently lifted my tear-streaked face.
As I looked up, I saw Erfa smiling through her tears.
“This was all our selfishness. We were the ones who forced it upon you…
So
don’t feel burdened. Just go. If things ever become too difficult,
too
painful… we just hope that the memories of us can give you even the
smallest
bit of strength.”
Their words shattered my heart even further.
I pulled them into a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry. I really am… I hate that I have to leave like this,
without
taking responsibility… I’m so, so sorry…”
They held me even tighter and smiled at me.
But why…
Why did their smiles feel even sadder than their tears?
“Thank you for indulging our selfishness.”
“Thank you… for forgiving us, even when we forced this upon you.”
“Thank you… for accepting us… for making us happy, even if only for a
little while. Don’t worry about us, Saint. We’ll carry on your will…
We’ll
make this place better, greater, and more beautiful than ever. So go
without
regret.”
I broke down in tears again.
The four of us clung to each other and cried for what felt like
forever.
Once I return to Korea…
I’ll probably never see them again.
The way it all started… it wasn’t good.
But still…
Still, these were the women I had chosen to love.
Leaving them like this…
It’s unbearable.
But what choice do I have?
The power inside me is filthy and base.
Leaving is the right choice.
For their sake.
For the sake of this world.
And so, my tears continued to fall.
Deep into the night.
The very next day, news arrived.
Tower Lord Orgen had completed the tuning of the Psychic Amplifier.
***
“Here it is, Saint. The fully tuned Psychic Amplifier. I’d call it my
masterpiece.”
Completely oblivious to my turmoil, Orgen continued his excited
explanation.
“The horn of a unicorn is quite unique—it has a separate neural
circuit
distinct from the brain.
That very neural circuit functions as a psychic amplifier. And using it
is
incredibly simple! Just open the lid of this locket!”
“I see.”
“The mana efficiency is outstanding. It can function just by drawing
mana
from the air. In the first place, psychic amplification doesn’t consume
much
mana—it’s all about the precision of the circuit.”
“……”
“It’s not just for stopping time. It has a multitude of applications…
Are
you all right?”
I stared at the locket-shaped Psychic Amplifier in Orgen’s hands, my
face
clouded with emotions.
If only this hadn’t been completed.
Then maybe… I wouldn’t have had to leave.
Regret gnawed at me.
I really, really don’t want to leave.
Even as that thought filled my mind, my hands reached out toward
Orgen.
“May I take it?”
“Of course. Is something wrong?”
I didn’t answer.
I only gave him a bitter smile.
As I placed the locket around my neck, Orgen hesitated before
cautiously
asking,
“Will you be visiting the temple again today? I’ve been working on a
new
research project based on what I observed last time. I’d love to see
your
miracles again today.”
I shook my head.
“You won’t be able to see me even if you come.”
“…What?”
“Thank you for everything, Tower Lord. I wish you peace in the days
ahead.”
“Wait. Just a moment…!”
He was visibly flustered by my polite farewell, but upon seeing my
tearful
expression, he let out a sigh and bowed his head.
“You’ve received another revelation, haven’t you? Saints are always
like
this… Thank you for saving the Empire. May you find peace wherever you
go,
and may all your endeavors be blessed.”
“Thank you.”
As Orgen bowed deeply, I returned the gesture, offering him my last
farewell.
Then, I left his chambers.
Dragging my heavy steps, I made my way through the tower’s lobby and
returned to the temple.
There, I summoned High Priest Yodel and Jonathan Karma’s family to my
chambers.
“Please… continue tending to the sick, the poor, and the suffering.
Never
stop.”
“Of course, Saint. But… what is happening? You haven’t looked well
lately.”
I only gave Yodel a faint smile.
Then, I turned to Jonathan and his family.
“Wealth is not a bad thing. But don’t let it consume you. Build a
world
where people can prosper together. I know you have the ability to do
so.”
“Of course, Saint. But… why do you say this now? So suddenly?”
“Are you… unwell?”
As Jonathan and his wife Olivier spoke with concern, their daughter,
Cecilia, sharp as ever, stared at me uneasily.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
Her words silenced the room.
Yodel looked at me, horrified.
“Saint… are you leaving us?”
I did not answer.
“Do not look for me. Ever.”
That was all I said.
“Saint! Please, do not leave us!!”
Despite his age, Yodel wept.
“There are still so many who need your healing! The Church needs you!
The
people need you! Please, continue to guide us!!”
His tears unsettled me.
If even Yodel, the High Priest, was this shaken, how would the others
react?
Their unwavering faith in me…
Wouldn’t that very faith amplify my power, inevitably leading to the
resurrection of the Demon King?
Wouldn’t that bring forth the horrific future I had seen?
I cannot give in.
“I must leave, Yodel. For everyone’s sake. So please… do not search
for
me.”
Tears fell from Yodel’s eyes.
But soon, he bowed his head.
“I… I will do my best to stop them. But I cannot promise that all the
priests and believers will listen to me.”
I know.
There will surely be some who act out impulsively.
Priests, holy knights, devout followers…
Especially the people from the slums—they won’t sit still.
Even if I tell them not to look for me, there will be those who search
for
me with everything they have.
That’s why I had to prepare.
That’s why I figured out how to evade divine tracking and
time-stopping
miracles.
I already decided on a place to escape to.
The 10 kilograms of gold the Emperor gifted me is safely tucked into
a
small subspace pouch, resting in my pocket.
All that’s left… is to leave.
“I’m sorry. But I believe in all of you. Even without me, I know you
will
continue to lead this place well.”
As I spoke, Yodel wiped his tears and nodded.
“We will continue your will, Saint. I swear it.”
My will, huh…?
What will?
I’m just a fraud, a scammer.
“Don’t hesitate. Go, Saint. I will continue to grow Karma Company in
accordance with your teachings. My family will never forget what you’ve
done
for us.”
Jonathan bowed deeply and kissed the back of my hand.
Olivier.
And Cecilia.
They did the same.
With a sorrowful heart, I gazed at them one last time before turning
away.
Leaving the room, I made my way down to the temple’s first-floor
lobby.
“Saint!”
“It’s the Saint!!”
“Saint!”
People bowed to me with deep reverence.
I even spotted a few familiar faces from the slums.
They looked healthier. Their skin glowed with nourishment, dressed in
finer
clothes than before.
That sight made me chuckle.
Yes…
Leaving now is the right decision.
I can’t let them worship me any longer.
If I do, they will all suffer.
“I wish you all peace in the days ahead.”
I looked at everyone and slowly bowed my head.
Then, I opened the lid of the locket hanging around my neck.
With a low hum, I felt the Psychic Amplifier activate.
And then—
I stopped time.
The entire world froze.
I took a slow step forward.
It felt like switching from driving an old, clunky manual car to the
smooth
glide of the latest electric model.
“Haha… It’s working perfectly.”
With this, I could probably cross an entire continent while time was
stopped.
At last, I had perfected the efficiency of time-stop, one of my
biggest
limitations.
But I felt no joy.
“It works too damn well… fuck…”
I probably won’t be able to return here again.
Erfa, Iomene, Almeine…
Yodel too.
Jonathan Karma.
And all the countless familiar faces in the slums, those who had
suffered
so much…
I won’t see any of them again.
That realization crushed me.
I wiped away my tears and stood up.
I need to hurry.
I can’t let myself drown in emotions any longer.
I trudged forward through the frozen world, step by step, far, far
away.
Along the way, I used body modification to change my appearance.
I pulled out a change of clothes from my subspace pouch and switched
outfits.
By the time I reached the outskirts of the capital, I released the
time-stop.
Even though I emerged cautiously from a back alley, no one recognized
me.
Feeling relieved, I made my way to the train station.
At the ticket counter, the station employee asked the obvious
question.
“Where to?”
Where should I go?
Somewhere with minimal Church influence.
Somewhere big enough that priests wouldn’t visit regularly to use
tracking
miracles.
Somewhere far from the capital.
I thought about it from every angle, but in the end—
There was only one place for me.
“I’d like a ticket to Scrap Yard.”
“That’ll be 400 Leon (40,000 won).”
I handed over the cash and took my ticket, then boarded the train.
Before long, the magic engine roared to life, and the train began to
move.
I closed the lid of the locket around my neck and slumped into my
seat.
In the end, I was back at square one.
Once I got to Scrap Yard, I would find a modest home, avoid going
outside
as much as possible, and live quietly.
I’d keep a low profile, while also gathering information on black
magicians
and demon worshippers.
And eventually—
I would offer myself to them, hoping they would destroy my soul.
As I silently prayed that, once I returned to Korea, I could finally live
a
happy life—
The train rushed forward, slicing through the wind.
My new refuge.
Scrap Yard was not far now.
***
“Chosen One, we have confirmed the disappearance of the Saint of
Healing.”
At those words, the Chosen One of the Dark God smirked.
“As expected, the Dark God has acted according to his will. With the
Saint
now beyond the influence of the Pantheon and the Church, eliminating him
has
become significantly easier. The Blood Drinker truly makes his will
known.”
As the Chosen One chuckled, the altar of blood began to bubble.
Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward.
“The Dark God is sending a revelation!!”
His heart pounded as he stared into the pool of blood.
Slowly, words began to surface.
The Chosen One stared intently at them—
And then, he burst into laughter and stepped back from the altar.
“The Saint of Healing will soon die.”
“Has the Dark God revealed his plan for his demise?”
“Yes. The Saint has gone to Scrap Yard.”
“The city of atheists, those who worship mines, machines, and steam
above
all else?”
“Exactly. He has walked into hell with his own two feet.”
Using the Saint to ignite a war between the Pantheon and Hell…
If that was the goal, then Scrap Yard was the perfect battlefield.
After all—
“The followers of Mammon, the Lord of Greed, are there.”
That place had long been claimed by one of the Demon Lords.
A clash between the Pantheon and Hell was inevitable.
There was no stopping it now.
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