Fled Without Realizing I Had Prevented the Apocalypse

As I’ve said before,
I’m a person who thinks that no one truly wants to die.
One might have suicidal thoughts due to unfavorable circumstances. One might throw themselves off due to unbearable slander and violence from numerous people. Perhaps, one might hang themselves unable to bear the pressure they hold.
However, even after experiencing all these things, people don’t desire death.
They just give up on life.
Because living is painful, because they can no longer find a reason in living their life, or because the expectations placed on their shoulders were too great.
It doesn’t matter which.
Regardless, voluntarily giving up on life, among the things one possesses, means that something of equal weight has happened to the person in question.
I think it’s understandable.
However.
Separately from thinking it’s understandable.
I can’t respect those who give up on life voluntarily.
That’s.
Crack.
The reason I shattered the Outer God’s sphere in front of me right now.
Of course, even excluding my personal reasons, there are plenty of reasons why this sphere needs to be destroyed.
We need to stop the ghosts’ plan to summon an Outer God, and from the moment this sphere appeared, the remaining Contaminants’ ferocity has gone beyond limits.
The Empire’s superhumans aren’t so weak as to die to such Contaminants, but there will certainly be quite a few injuries.
Then there will be that many vacancies in personnel, and those vacancies will lead to some kind of result.
Besides this, there were many reasons to break the sphere, but I immediately shattered it without bothering to convince myself.
There’s no need to explain the reasons in detail.
If a reason is needed, just someone’s inner thoughts engraved on the surface of that black sphere would be enough.
‘A child who brings misfortune.’
‘It’s because I did wrong that they died.’
‘If someone is near me, they’ll become unfortunate again.’
‘It’s natural for me to die.’
‘Ah…’
And the occasional sound of someone sobbing from beyond the cracked sphere.
[ It’s impossible. ]
[ This can’t be happening. ]
[ A sphere containing the power of an Outer God. ]
[ So easily. ]
The ghosts, surprised that the sphere had collapsed sideways, expressed their bewilderment, but I approached the sphere without paying any attention to them.
Because there was something more important than that.
Crack, crunch.
Breaking the cracked sphere with my fist and clearing away the fragments, I looked inside, and saw someone trapped in there.
The girl, who was curled up and trembling while looking at me, slowly opened her mouth.
“Why…?”
Not how, but why.
Those who are saved after achieving the impossible usually ask about the method.
However, the girl in front of me asked not about the method, but the reason.
Asking why I saved her.
A thought process that wouldn’t come from ordinary people.

Because I seemed to know where that thought process came from.
I inwardly twisted my face.
Because it seemed like I shouldn’t show it on the surface.
At the same time, I slowly opened my mouth.
“Did you try to stop the Outer God’s descent by sacrificing your own life because you were the subject of the ritual?”
Instead of the answer she wanted, about the plan she might have made.
However, not in the usual way.
“What a pathetic plan.”
In a way that denied her.

“What do you mean…?”

At her master’s words, Arlea’s eyes widened.
Not to the first question she asked after being taken out of the sphere, but to the sudden criticism of her plan.
It’s not strange that she’s surprised, given that he suddenly called her pathetic when she had been trying to die just a moment ago.
However, Kyle continued speaking without paying any attention to that.
“You probably intended to die after completely dismantling the sphere and its power created by the ghosts. This sphere is the result of trying to combine your power with that of the ghosts.”
“……”
“The ghosts’ wariness towards you, who had willingly given your power until now, would have mostly dissipated, so this time too, you pretended to follow their intentions without resistance, offering your body, but at the crucial moment you would resist and drain all power. Is that right?”
Kyle’s explanation that followed.
Arlea could only nod without any reply.
Because his explanation was exactly the same as hers, not a single word different.
Although she didn’t know how he knew, Arlea’s plan was as Kyle explained.
When they couldn’t kill Kyle Amillan even with the Contaminants and her power, and instead found themselves in a situation where the Outer God summoning ritual seemed likely to fail, the ghosts showed signs of crisis.
Then they executed the plan they had prepared as a last resort.
That plan was to inject all the ghosts into her body.
Cases where the dead and the living become one by borrowing the power of an Outer God are rare but do occur occasionally.
However, in such cases, even with the power of an Outer God, an enormous amount of power is consumed, so if someone interferes during the ritual, a situation could occur where power is consumed but unification doesn’t happen.
That’s why the ghosts usually don’t use this method and kept it as a last resort plan.
But the princess knew until the end that the ghosts’ plan wouldn’t succeed.
It wasn’t that she had any other basis, she just believed in her master.
And indeed, Kyle Amillan had made the ghosts execute their risky last plan.
So she too had to act according to her plan.
She would accept the plan docilely, then strongly resist at the crucial moment.
As she was also a superhuman, she should be able to interfere to some extent.
The fusion of the dead and the living is a delicate process, so it won’t succeed if there’s strong interference.
And if the fusion doesn’t occur after consuming the Outer God’s power, both the subject and the medium will separate in an exhausted state.
It would create the best timing for her master to deal with the Outer God’s medium.
If Kyle hadn’t broken the sphere as soon as he saw it.
“If you know that, then why…?”

The princess’s expression showed that she didn’t understand.
This was the last chance.
The scepter couldn’t be destroyed, and as long as she was alive, the ghosts’ power would continue to be maintained.
Probably, Contaminants would continue to appear as well.
The only move that could be shown in a fight against an enemy that could never be destroyed.
However, Kyle said without any expression.
“Because it’s absurd for someone who doesn’t even have the courage to die to say they want to die themselves.”

Before Arlea could react to those words, an eerie voice was heard from behind.
[ That. ]
[ Is impossible. ]
A faint energy leaks out from the slightly broken sphere.

They were the ghosts of the Kingdom of Raziel who had failed to merge.
[ Although we failed to merge. ]
[ We learned about the princess’s plan. ]
[ It’s an unexpected gain. ]
The sight of dozens, hundreds of ghosts slowly popping out of the sphere.
Even though they failed to merge early, it’s impossible to completely ignore the penalty as long as they follow the rules of the world, because just the act of merging itself had already used a lot of power.
The penalty for the result of failure had to be realized in some way, and the penalty the ghosts chose was none other than complete separation from the medium.
[ To think she had such a plan. ]
[ We thought she had finally understood our will. ]
[ Was she really a seed that shouldn’t have been nurtured? ]
As the ghosts leaked out, Arlea felt a pang in her heart.
Until now, the ghosts had been parasitizing unilaterally through the curse embedded in her heart and coming out little by little, but through the penalty, they completely released the parasitism using the curse.
Of course, even with the penalty, they could enter again once the consumed Outer God’s power was recovered, and that time would certainly not take long.
Moreover, the ghosts who received special powers from the Outer Gods don’t take any damage from physical attacks.
Only magic, and among that, only special category magic among high-level formulas could harm their souls.
[ However. ]
[ Sword Demon. ]
[ You are not a magician. ]
[ Even if you were a magician. ]
[ There’s no way. ]
[ You could use that magic. ]
Called the Sword Demon.

This was a story that didn’t apply at all to the ghost who ended wars with just one old sword.
It was also the reason why Arlea tried to realize her plan by sacrificing her own life.

[ For your arrogance. ]
[ We are truly grateful. ]
[ If the princess’s plan had been realized. ]
[ We would have been thwarted again. ]
Seeing the ghosts flying through the air and scattering the Outer God’s energy, Princess Arlea lowered her head.
She couldn’t close her eyes.
She thought it would be okay, but now there was no other way.
There were no magicians nearby, and even if a magician came from afar, by that time the ghosts would have entered the curse.
And once inside the curse, the ghosts wouldn’t leave the princess who had betrayed them alone.
She was now about to become a puppet of the ghosts by the power of the Outer God.
As the princess lowered her head like that, in her ear.
“Since we’ve met after a long time, I’ll give you one teaching.”
Kyle’s voice was heard.
He was still nonchalant despite the situation having turned so desperate.
Then came the sound of footsteps and.
[ With a sword that’s all worn out and about to break. ]
[ You’re still arrogant. ]
[ Haven’t you realized yet. ]
[ That it’s impossible with that sword. ]
The voices of the ghosts stimulated her thoughts.
It was a sufficiently effective statement in terms of causing desperate thoughts.
No matter how much he was called the Ghost of the Sword, he couldn’t directly cut down the ghosts who had been granted immunity to physical damage by the Outer God.
However.

“Don’t associate with those who argue about impossibility.”
Kiririri.
As Kyle’s words began, the eerie sword sound that was heard naturally drew her head.
And what she faced when she turned her head was killing intent.
A killing intent that’s hard to believe came from a sword, that naturally makes one’s senses prick up.
A dense murderous aura emanates from his sword, to the extent that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was created solely to kill someone.

“Impossibility is a word uttered by those who have given up to protect themselves. It’s inevitably the excuse of losers.”
Kyle, holding such a sword, muttered alone and swung towards the ghosts, and.
Slash.
[ Wha/t ]
With a short death cry, the ghosts were cut down.
It was complete annihilation.