'Demonic Judge of Fire' Uriel.
An Angel of Eden, and a Fable-grade Constellation strong enough to be counted on one hand among countless others.
But even for her, there were definitely things to be careful about.
One of them is Probability.
In fact, Probability was something that even Myth-grade Constellations, beyond Fable-grade, had to be careful about.
Because once deviated, Probability becomes a justification for other Constellations to intervene, comes as a penalty that could lower one's status, and could even become the cornerstone for the destruction of a world.
Therefore, in a way, her choice could be described as foolish.
Nirvana Moebius.
No matter if he violated Probability first, for a Fable-grade Constellation to manifest, though not descend, to her Incarnation in an early scenario was a quite big deal.
"Who cares, f■ck. My Heewon is more important."
Of course, she was an angel who didn't give a damn about such evaluations, so it wasn't a very important part.
The most important part for her right now was….
[The time you can manifest in your Incarnation is 3 minutes remaining.]
How to deal with this situation within the time limit.
-Whooosh…!!
Her specialty is slaughtering demons, inflicting terrible pain on demons, destroying demons' bases, etc. Not 'How can I save everyone?'.
Therefore, Uriel was currently very perplexed.
Even if she runs away with Yoo Sangah, once her manifestation ends, he will track them down again.
It wouldn't be difficult for him, who summons over a hundred Shikigami, to find them.
If that is the case….
"Indeed, breaking at least one leg would be right."
"…!!"
-Fwoosh—!!
The time she can manifest in her Incarnation is merely 3 minutes.
To someone, 3 minutes might be an absurdly fleeting moment.
But for a Fable-grade Constellation, not a mere Incarnation or Historical Figure-grade Constellation, that 3 minutes was more than enough to drive one Incarnation into despair.
"…!!"
"Why, flustered? Didn't know the difference would be this big?"
-Kwa-ga-gak—!!
The formless slash he fired and the blade she wielded collided with a bizarre sound.
But the one significantly pushed back without any resistance was the formless slash. In other words. His slash could no longer reach her.
Truly, the tide of the battle was overwhelming.
Even more than when Jung Heewon and Yoo Sangah combined forces to confront Kang Yuhyeon.
"Eat this ■■, you bit■!"
"…!!"
The opponent is a Seraph who has slaughtered demons for tens, hundreds of years.
Even if all her authority and strength are restricted, even if the strength she can exert is blocked by the limits of Jung Heewon's body, there is no way she would lose.
Of course.
[The time you can manifest in your Incarnation is 1 minute 30 seconds remaining.]
In a normal situation.
"…This f■cking sh■t. ■■mn Probability, really drains f■cking fast."
Uriel, who was venting her accumulated anger while taking revenge for her Incarnation, clicked her tongue briefly seeing the time she could manifest.
The time allowed to her was already half gone.
Now it was time to get serious, not playing around.
-Fwoosh, fwooosh…!!
"Don't die. If you die, you will definitely be reborn as a devil or become a demon."
With those words, beyond the blade, the night sky filled with countless stars is instantly covered in pure white.
It wasn't the sun rising. The flames burning evil spreading from the tip of her sword covered the sky.
That is her Stigma, the true [Hell Flames Ignition].
Her true power that can turn a world into a sea of fire with a single blow.
[Exceeded the scenario limit!]
[Scenario Probability goes awry!]
[The time you can manifest in your Incarnation decreases exponentially!]
"So what, f■ck. Screw the scenario. Didn't need up to 3 minutes from the start."
As she smiled faintly, the pure white sky that finally covered the sky became a dot and soon fell towards the ground.
A man who had no way to block or avoid it quietly observed it.
And when it finally hit the ground causing a blinding flash and swallowing the area.
-Kwa-ga-ga-gak—!!
His world flickered for an instant.
"…Ugh."
"Mm? What. Why suddenly."
"…No, felt like I got burned somewhere suddenly."
"Really?"
With those words, the man started smoking again.
Wondering if a director of an orphanage should do that, but well. Since he was always such a person, I didn't expect anything anyway.
"So. What is it."
"What."
"Fought with brats again. Why did you fight."
"Annoying."
"…Anyway sht. Just advertising you have no parents. If you keep beating kids for such reasons, you won't end up well, you bastard."
"Like you?"
"…Yeah. You son of a btch."
The Director always disliked orphanage kids fighting.
The reason wasn't altruism or some petty justice.
It was a calculated and selfish reason that whenever we fought, someone would break something, cry because it hurt, or get bruises, making it annoying to manage us and lowering the product value.
Therefore, he could never be called a good person.
But, that's why I could trust and understand him.
"I'll give you this!"
"Oh, really!? Then I'll give you this too!"
"…."
A person like the Director was rather better.
They were extremely simple, and as long as I did what they wanted, at least they didn't do crazy things.
But what about people who are pure or kind like those children?
I don't know what they are thinking. I don't know what price they expect for the kindness and goodwill offered inadvertently. I couldn't know what point of mine they saw and what they felt to approach me.
Fear of the unknown.
Because that was more fearful than irrational violence, insults cutting down the heart, thick killing intent or hostility, I contradictorily preferred villains over good people.
That was like the truth for a young child not even ten years old.
"You are really pitiful. Hey. You have a decent face, but with that personality, who would take you?"
"Doesn't matter. Anyway, what is easily obtained will be easily discarded."
"…Every time I see you sometimes, you speak unlike your age."
As time passed, beyond good people, I came to loathe even villains, no. Just humans themselves.
Humans are selfish creatures. Don't know with what thought they will betray me again. Don't know where they will blame me again.
It was a concept like sophistry far from ordinary, but an adult to point this out properly.
An adult to guide correctly, saying the world is still beautiful, people are not all like that, did not exist around the child who had gone astray as much as possible, so that child grew up firmly believing his thoughts were right.
"Hey. Want a smoke too?"
After summers hot enough to melt the whole body and winters with cold piercing to the bones repeated several times, the frail child who couldn't protect his own body finally reached the age to go to a school called middle school.
Around that time, the child was offered a cigarette for the first time by an existence who was like his father, mother, and teacher.
Alcohol, cigarettes, and women are symbols of adults.
Don't know about anyone else, but to that child, he thought so, so feeling like he was recognized as an adult, he accepted his offer readily.
Everything is difficult at first for everyone.
Overwhelming, painful, to the point of wanting to give up. Even if it is a trivial thing that looks insignificant.
"Suck…, whoo…."
"…What. You smoke better than I thought? Usually, everyone coughs at first. Does it not hurt?"
"…."
At his question, the child groped his throat.
Does it hurt? No, it didn't hurt.
Even if the hot and acrid smoke rode down the airway and stung the lungs, even if the deeply inhaled smoke went through the brain and made him hazy, instead of being painful, he rather felt comfortable.
Some might express it as him becoming dull to pain. But the child who had no way of knowing that just assumed it was originally like this. That other people were strange.
"Do you still, think so?"
"Probably."
The Director's gaze passes the child and heads towards a man.
To that man who was painfully abandoned by those who were family, bullied for being a newcomer child but took revenge on them conversely, taught various knowledge by a trash-like adult, and quietly, without a word, just watched the appearance of that child growing up gradually and smoking for the first time.
"Want a smoke?"
"…."
Just as the child did, the man receives a cigarette from the man called Director and lights it.
Now the lungs don't sting, nor does the brain feel hazy.
It must be because the man has become dull and accustomed to pain to that extent, reaching a state where he doesn't think deeply about it anymore.
"Suck, whoo…."
Taking another drag of the cigarette, he exhales again.
[Thought Infection], [Nightmare of the Beginning (Eternal Nightmare)], [108 Agonies].
The strongest and best combination of hallucinations Nirvana Moebius can create, and a hell created even by violating Probability solely to destroy his mind and brainwash him.
But for some reason, the hell he was seeing wasn't terrible, painful, nor despairing.
Furthermore, rather than the expression 'Hell', the expression 'Daily Life' was more correct, he was currently too comfortable.
Did Nirvana's skill misfire, or did Kang Yuhyeon's mental strength resist his skill.
Various speculations run rampant, but in reality, the reason was too simple and miserable.
"…."
Because his 'Daily Life' was almost no different from 'Hell'.
Because a hell where terrible pain and despair run rampant was daily life for him.
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