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Chapter 15: The Food of God’s

“That’s more chaotic than I imagined.”

I thought being a Count meant having a respectable status and a considerable fortune, but that was just my misunderstanding.

“I don’t want to eat this!”

“Aida, there are many people outside who are starving because they have even less than this. You shouldn’t whine.”

Aida, my little sister, threw the bread aside and burst into tears, while our father, Count Bradley Somerset, sternly chastised her.

I glanced at the food placed before me, thinking that the dining scene in a noble household might resemble that of an ordinary family.

On the table lay a thin, unidentifiable soup and bread that resembled rocks in hardness.

Certainly, these were not appetizing dishes for even a child.

Resolving to eat, I attempted to dip the bread into the soup, but just as I broke it apart—

Crack!

Did I just hear the sound of wood splintering?

—

[Not sure what it is, but it’s just hilarious, Fomingah]

[Troll, gonna get reaped, lol]

[The editor really landed a solid hit]

[Foming’s a gay…]

Suddenly, my pathetic ultimate move turned into a magic show, my hands and feet trembling.

And since it was a live broadcast, it was perfectly preserved.

“Ah! My debut!”

“You idiot, that was really lame. Now you’re the cringiest one here.”

“Hehe! Switching from a loser to a masochist is quite sweet, huh, loser?”

“Shut up. I’ll refill my magic soon, just wait till I show you some epic spells.”

“Yeah, but your ultimate move just flopped.”

“Argh!”

As Dayoung clutched her head in despair and Ahjin showed an unexpectedly cool side, the chat exploded.

In that moment, who would have thought that the same viewer would throw a refreshing insult at the loser editor?

[By the way, who’s filming this? Is there another psychic around?]

[Oh! Psychic? That’s the Hero by the way!]

[Regardless of being a Hero or not, why are only five people fighting? That cameraman should be able to join the battle with such ability.]

Oh, finally, am I starting to get noticed?

Proudly stroking my bulging belly, I raised my nose even higher and turned the camera lens toward myself.

Soon, something that looked like a green frog other than the Hero appeared on the screen, and the reaction flipped.

“Yeah, I’m Ppaeppa. Nice to meet you, Friede and the Foming broth gang.”

[Oh shit! What the hell!]

[Isn’t that a monster too? We need to take it down!]

[Looks totally ugly]

[Come on, looks gotta mean something, right?]

[Is there any chance it’s some kind of love child… not finishing that thought.]

[Genetics are just weird]

I tried debuting with a sweet smile and a handsome angle, but the return was nothing but angry insults from viewers.

Ppaeppa was flustered at the completely opposite reaction from what he expected, but what could he do?

The Hero battling against the Demon King and demons was definitely cool.

Even though Dayoung flopped, she was still showcasing her splendid abilities while defeating monsters that clearly looked like enemies.

Not only the visible abilities, but they also made me feel certain that they were indeed protecting this world.

But with Ppaeppa being just a nuisance in front of the camera, even turning the camera to showcase some horrifying photos in real time, it was only natural for them to dish out more insults.

Ppaeppa’s biggest blunder was overestimating his appearance.

“Zikgaterbelt donated 10,000 won!

— Get that dirty face out and quickly bring the Hero girls!”

“NomNomm, who eats sister, donated 70,000 won!

— Hey, you bastard! Our kid cried just looking at your face!”

“SweetGuy donated 100,000 won!

— Friede! Don’t hang out with that stupid frog, after this fight please consider the STK Streamer contract. I’ll leave my email.”

SweetGuy, you too?

“Ah, I get it, so stop cursing me, you guys.”

He wanted to argue back, but the situation was too tough for Ppaeppa, who decided to take a step back.

He turned the camera lens back toward the Heroes.

The fight was still going on, but it felt a bit dull just showing it off from the outside.

Flapping his wings, he approached Jisehee and Yuri, who were facing the Demon King head-on.

“Yeah, Yuri Gay! Can you give the viewers an update on the situation…?”

—Zing!

With a sharp glare of anger, Yuri’s eyes struck Ppaeppa right in the face.

If Dayoung’s rage was like a fireball, losing power over time, Yuri’s rage was like a snowball.

In other words, the longer it stayed, the more it pumped up instead of losing steam.

Ppaeppa sensed that if he pushed it any further, both the Demon King’s and his own skull would be shattered.

“Ugh!”

With the scent of fear, his lower half was now soaked; but he had no reason to care about such things, the startled Ppaeppa retreated without hesitation.

[Whoa, is her name Yuri?]

[Ppaeppa’s a loser… shouldn’t he at least maintain some anonymity?]

[What anonymity when his face is all over the place?]

[I just heard news that Yuri was missing. Apparently a classmate of mine’s sister mentions they’re relatives.]

[Doubt this source’s reliability.]

While the chat was buzzing, Jisehee and Yuri facing the Demon King were tense.

The low-level demons below weren’t a threat to any of the Heroes, they were basically fodder.

The problem was the Demon King. Known for destroying worlds, possessing incredible output from consuming gods, Heroes, and all mortal beings.

I momentarily checked on Dayoung and Ahjin, but it seemed that they, too, were in for a tough fight.

No matter how weak it seemed, the quantity pushing in was so immense that there was no chance to back off.

If only there had been a couple more Heroes, the combat would have been much easier.

The power balance slightly tilted towards the Demon King, slowly chewing them down.

No one knew when Jisehee, the hidden card of the Heroes, would rescue Eunha and make a comeback.

It could potentially take half a day or more, which meant…

“We need to break the momentum.”

“Agreed. If we keep going like this, we might just get eaten alive.”

Yuri nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the Demon King’s body started to swell enormously.

The time attack assigned was a mission in another sense for the Demon King, showing his own anxiety.

He had to suppress the Heroes quickly, blocking the light of the Hero that had entered him.

A deep darkness, swallowing even the starlight shining down, all energies concentrated at the epicenter of the abyss.

From within the swollen flesh of the Demon King, the souls of those torn apart, howling in agony when devouring the world, added to his strength.

Even the influx of demons coming through the pathway of darkness was being absorbed as sustenance for their King.

“This isn’t good!”

Yuri’s shock escaped as the mass of power demonstrated prowess beyond the Heroes.

The worst of horrors — a vortex that devoured the world, gods, Heroes, and all mortals condensed into an unseen black hole.

“Shit, it’s dangerous!”

It was a warning that emanated from Yuri, sounding anything but usual; a hint of urgency.

But to every darkness, there is a light that shines beyond.

Suddenly, with a radiant glow illuminating from behind, Dayoung’s staff once again gathered red magic energy.

—■■■■■■!

With a mighty roar, the force that could rip the world apart burst forth from the Demon King’s mouth, and in the contrast, brilliance soared upwards.

The slender Holy Sword formed a cross, divine protection shining like the moon in the sky.

“Phantasmic Sun….”

Yuri’s Holy Sword, now imbued with silver divinity, drew a sacred mark in the air.

—Holy Cross!

Within the halo of light, a shield of silver cross fortified through the Holy Sword.

Truly comparable to the barrier of dimensions, the ultimate shield by Hero Yuri.

Feeling the great surge returning suddenly, Ppaeppa urgently shouted.

“Viewer idiots! Turn off your monitors and speakers now! Your ears and eyes will be destroyed!”

[Why are you saying that only now, Tenry?]

[What the hell!]

The Demon King’s breath erupted like a black hole, colliding straight with the silver shield.

A massive shockwave engulfing everything, sucking in sound and light descended upon the world.

Volcanoes erupted, the ground cracked from earthquakes, thunder and lightning poured endlessly from the sky, a whirlwind engulfing everything.

Had it not been for Sehee’s barrier, everyone would have trembled at the sheer force that could cover all of Korea.

Though ordinary people sensed it instinctively.

“Gah!”

Slowly, the light from the silver shield dimmed as the pressure mounted, and Yuri began to feel anxious, sensing the limits approaching just when a reassuring voice rang out from behind.

“Great job, Yuri. Now it’s my turn to handle it.”

Thanks to Yuri taking on the initial overwhelming pressure, it would finally be possible to unleash now.

From within that enormous red power, a plasma phenomenon erupted like a storm, amplifying the momentum.

Furthermore, the magical tip sharpens into a deadly projectile shape beyond the staff.

Yes, this was akin to a powerful cannon.

The final blow by Park Dayoung that had annihilated the Demon King to perfection, despite earlier flubbing it.

—Solar Flare!

Condensed magic transformed under the pressure of the sharp and narrow magical projectile, converting it into a finely pointed shot.

Relying on the generated propulsion, it shot directly toward the Demon King’s breath.

A morning star piercing through the shadows, the heated magical projectile collided with the dark breath, unleashing intense light everywhere.

In a mass just as overwhelming, capable of consuming all.

“Sun?!”

Amazed praise escaped from Ahjin’s lips.

Yes, it was the Sun. A huge core fireball exceeding 3 kilometers in diameter nullified the Demon King’s breath.

“You crazy woman, are you out of your mind, Park Dayoung? What were you planning if that wasn’t Sehee’s barrier?”

“Anyway, the caster’s surroundings are immune to damage!”

So that’s why she had shot while sticking close to him, huh.

“Now it’s my turn!”

Now that the Hero’s power was quelled, Jisehee blazed toward the Demon King.

Now was the moment to seize the chance while the aftermath of the great spell started to wear off.

With a flourish, from her sleeves emerged seven blue lights that shaped into the blade of a legendary sword.

Cheonchu, Cheonseon, Cheongi, Cheongwon, Okhyeong, Kaeyang, Yogwang.

A legendary weapon forged by the hearts of the seven stars moved in one trajectory.

At first, it seemed exceedingly slow, yet suddenly the seven blades’ contrasting energies began to merge.

As the energies combined, like a rainbow, they collected around the rotating blades before the seven swords united as one.

—Seven Stars Blade of the Celestial Maiden!

The Demon King hastily prepared defense.

Utilizing an arsenal of all sorts of evil spells and magic he’d perfected over eons, but the transcendent sword of the Seven Stars pierced the precise gap that Sehee had created.

—■■■■■■!

So terrible was the sound that echoed from the Spirit and soul, the cry of anguish resounded.

“Damn it! Why is this bastard Demon King making it so loud?!”

Ppaeppa, who had covered his ears, frowned while checking the camera.

Fortunately, thanks to protective shields, nothing was damaged, but the chat was oddly silent.

Did they hold back from turning off the speaker and fainted?

Ppaeppa turned his gaze back toward the Demon King, but even injured by Jisehee’s miraculous blade, its persistence was nothing short of mind-boggling.

“Wow, is he really holding on?”

“We can’t kill the bastard! My sister’s inside him!”

“I know, so I avoided the vital points. But he’s still standing.”

The Heavenly Demon, known in this world, succumbed to a single blow, yet this one was extraordinarily tough.

“How’s everyone? Can you hold on?”

With a chuckle, Jisehee asked while looking around; Yuri replied with a stern expression.

“We have to be able to. Until my sister comes.”

“That’s exactly right.”

We endure until our boss arrives. Just as she steeled herself again, a change emerged from the Demon King’s body.

—■■■■■■!

In a different sense, the Demon King’s scream erupted, and he began to writhe.

The sight of him enduring pain more intensely than any previous impact was agonizing.

And with the initial strike of Sehee’s blade, followed by Jisehee’s blade, the wounds drastically widened.

Golden nebula erupted from the Demon King, transforming into a figure embracing someone, returning to the Heroes’ side.

“Heroes emerge!”

In line with that brilliant light, a remarkably exuberant being appeared.

The Hero of Light descended, holding Eunha clad in black armor.