Damn Necromancer

Chapter 382: Galaxy

Kwaaaaaaang—!

The Heavenly Demon's dark red supremacy and the Death Lord's pitch-black divinity. And the compressed Outer God's authority of the apostle Mutakta clashed head-on.

—More! Pour out more, humans!

Every time Mutakta's wildly laughing greatsword swung, the grand canyon evaporated whole.

However, Kim Minwoo and Yoo Honbi did not retreat a single step either, carving out the guy's flesh.

The aftermath eventually led to a disaster.

Jjeojeojeojeojeok—!!!

Beyond the dimensional rift connected to the Heavenly City, a sticky and bizarre swamp of the abyss fluctuated.

And in the middle of that abyss, a massive and terrible eye that looked like it had swallowed tens of thousands of planets slowly began to turn its gaze toward the Heavenly City.

[Warning! An out-of-standard entity has perceived the dimensional gap!]

At that moment, the chilling will of the Outer God's main body, an absolute command that creations could not defy, struck Mutakta's mind like a thunderbolt.

—『Return, my apostle.』

Simultaneously, Jiphael, who was watching the screen at the system management office, shouted with a pale face.

"Damn it! The barrier is being breached! Forcefully close the rift right now and return those humans!"

[The system's emergency protocol is activated!]

[Closing the dimensional gap in question and forcefully returning the Awakened Kim Minwoo!]

The Outer God's return command, and the system's forced repatriation light wrapped around Mutakta and Kim Minwoo's bodies simultaneously.

The Creator and the System.

It was a truly absolute intervention, where two massive wills overlooking the dimensions gripped the leashes of their creations and tried to forcefully pull them out of the battlefield.

However…….

To the two monsters facing each other in the middle of the battlefield, those commands from beyond the dimension were not as important as the prey right in front of them.

—……Chwiiiiiik! Noisy!

Udeudeudeuk—!

Mutakta's full-body muscles made bizarre rupturing sounds and expanded.

An unfamiliar pain from a fatal wound inflicted on his physical body for the first time in decades.

To the apostle perfectly swallowed by the joy of struggle, his master's withdrawal command was merely an annoying noise.

—This prey is mine!

Mutakta ignored the Outer God's command and re-gripped the greatsword Butcher.

The pupil of the Outer God looking down from beyond the torn sky distorted wildly with bewilderment and anger.

And it was the same on the other side.

Kim Minwoo, who was being enveloped in the light of forced return, cracked his neck in annoyance.

He had no intention whatsoever of meekly backing down here.

Starting from the Guidance of Destiny, which had a whopping two-month cooldown, to the massive divinity consumption caused by Descent.

He had just spammed all sorts of cooldown skills to chip away at Mutakta's health.

Furthermore, the opponent was the Outer God's proxy, an apostle, whom he would struggle to even meet normally.

How many times in his life would the opportunity to beat down such an out-of-standard monster come around?

'If I miss him now, I don't know when I'll meet him again.'

If he could slice off Mutakta's neck here and take his spoils and soul, it would be an unimaginable, ultimate jackpot opportunity.

But now, after setting the entire table, he was being told to forcefully empty the room empty-handed?

Paaaaat—!

Kim Minwoo slammed Hell Rhapsody into the ground, drawing out the Death Lord's divinity, which twists causality, to the limit.

The absolute irregular's authority, which forcefully rejected even the system's rules and calculations, dropped an anchor into the ground against the return protocol pulling him.

"……!!"

Popo, watching the scene from the system management office, tore out his cotton-stuffed fur in astonishment.

—Hi, hiiiiik! S-Seniorrrr! He just chewed through the system's forced repatriation with sheer strengthhhhh!

Even Jiphael dropped the teacup she was holding to the floor and muttered with a blank expression.

"Th-those crazy bastards……"

Ignoring the Outer God's command, smashing the system's forced power…… they were just going to stay and fight to the end?

In the middle of the grand canyon where even the interventions handed down by out-of-standard entities were arrogantly crushed.

Mutakta's blood-red pupils and Kim Minwoo's pitch-black eyes clashed head-on in the empty air.

—Khahahahaha! Come, human!

"Stick your neck out, you beast bastard."

A life-or-death struggle between true battle-crazed monsters who had thrown away common sense, rules, and their masters' commands.

Mutakta infused the Outer God's authority, compressed to the limit, into his greatsword and swung it horizontally, and Kim Minwoo also compressed the power of Descent and the trajectory of the Mind Sword to the limit in Hell Rhapsody, clashing head-on.

Kwaaaaaaang—!!!!!

It was the very moment death and the Outer God's energy were about to explode at a single point.

[Warning! The dimensional axis is in danger of collapsing due to an out-of-standard collision!]

[The system forcibly executes physical intervention!]

Jiiiiiing—!

A freaked-out Jiphael at the system management office dragged all the system's core mana and forcefully shoved it between the collision of the two monsters.

And it was the same for the Outer God's main body watching this life-or-death struggle from beyond the dimension.

Judging that the apostle Mutakta might even be annihilated if something went wrong, the Outer God's massive will forcefully wrapped around Mutakta's physical body and roughly yanked it backward.

Kim Minwoo, Yoo Honbi, and Mutakta.

Added to this were the system's forced power and the Outer God's intervention.

The result of five transcendent powers tangling together in the middle of the grand canyon was truly ruinous.

Jjeojeojeojeojeok—!!!

Eventually, the dimensional axis itself could not withstand it.

Beyond the space of the grand canyon shattering, the entire martial arts planet, from its core to its crust, began to collapse uncontrollably.

Paaaaang—!

The explosive power of the massive planetary collapse and the dimensional turbulence swallowed Kim Minwoo and Yoo Honbi like a tsunami.

The moment the cosmic repulsive forces generated by the system and the Outer God to forcefully separate them clashed, space-time twisted bizarrely, and a massive dimensional gap opened its maw behind the two people.

While even the apostle Mutakta was swept away by the collapse of space and bounced far away, an ignorant suction power like a black hole swallowed Kim Minwoo and Yoo Honbi into that torn dimensional hole in a single breath.

How much time had passed.

Kwaaaaang—!

"Keuheok!"

Two silhouettes plunged like meteors onto a massive garbage pile in a dark alleyway.

"……Kulleok!"

Kim Minwoo pushed away the pile of broken scrap metal and vomited rough breaths.

A terrible pain as if his entire body had been ground in a blender.

His mana circuits were a mess due to the recoil of rejecting and holding out against even the system's forced return.

"Hey, Heavenly Demon. Are you alive?"

"……Damn it. Where the hell are we now."

A short distance away, Yoo Honbi also spat blood and staggered to her feet.

And an eerie landscape they had never seen before in their lives unfolded before the eyes of the two people who raised their heads.

Wiiing—.

Wiiing―!

Acid rain fell steadily.

A dark slum alleyway where bright red neon signs and hologram signboards flickered dizzily.

It was when Kim Minwoo and Yoo Honbi, who had plunged onto the garbage pile, exhaled and raised their bodies.

"Oh my, what kind of shooting stars fell from the sky?"

A group walked out from the darkness of the alleyway along with a despicable voice mixed with a mechanical sound.

They were cyborg humans with half their faces covered by deep blue metallic lenses, or their limbs heavily modified with hydraulic machinery.

They scanned the two people rising from the garbage pile up and down.

100% pure organisms without a single machine part (chrome) embedded.

Pure humans rolling around on the floor of a slum like this were exactly one of two things.

Crazily strong monsters who didn't need the power of machines at all, or pathetic refugees who didn't even have the money to buy a single machine part.

The thugs' gazes headed toward the clothes the two were wearing. Scraps of rags torn here and there and drenched in blood from the life-or-death struggle with Mutakta.

'What a stroke of good luck. They're refugee bastards who tumbled down from some backwater dimension.'

One thug, certain of his prey, approached with a fishy smile.

"Well now, you stranger folks. Looking at your state, it seems you rolled around quite harshly somewhere. Here, put this on at least."

Tuk.

He tossed a cheap ointment at Kim Minwoo's feet with a tuk.

"The generosity of our Galaxy Alliance is truly amazing, you see. Since we treated your injuries, now you should pay the treatment fee, right? We'll take exactly 500,000 credits."

"……."

He didn't know what kind of currency credits were.

However, looking at their smirking faces, one thing seemed certain. That it was an incredible rip-off to price a single cheap ointment at.

When there was no answer, the thug clicked his plasma sword jjalggak and revealed his true colors.

"Ah, what. You don't have money because you're beggar bastards? Then you should have said so earlier."

Wiiing―.

Cheolgeureok.

A brutal greed gleamed in the guys' mechanical pupils.

"Then we'll have to take it in something else. Fresh pure organism organs without a single machine part mixed in are priced very highly at back-alley hospitals, you see. We'll extract them all alive!"

Kim Minwoo's gaze headed toward the super-massive hologram billboard floating in the slum's night sky.

[Welcome to the cradle of chosen humanity, the great super-massive corporate alliance, Galaxy.]

"……Ha."

A dumbfounded, hollow laugh burst out from between Kim Minwoo's lips, having finished grasping the situation.

Galaxy.

A state-of-the-art SF faction dominating dozens of star clusters and armed with thorough efficiency and capitalism.

It was the exact main base of those insidious financial backers who had formed a non-aggression pact only up to the mid-tier ranking matches, while secretly plotting behind his back to steal the treasure map and discard him when his usefulness ran out.

"Hmm……."

The machine human A-4 he had faced in the Demon Realm ranking match in the past.

The place that transplanted the memories of a martial artist (Ice Blood Demon Lord) honed over thousands of years as data, and rolled out tin cans with steel skin as killing machines.

It was an aggregation of massive capital, to the extent that it easily cost the price of a small country to make a single such machine.

A state-of-the-art cyberpunk worldview swarming with such guys.

'This should bring in quite a bit of money, shouldn't it?'

Kim Minwoo's black pupils flashed greedily.

They were guys who intended to strike him in the back of the head anyway once they moved on to the upper-tier ranking matches.

Since the thug bastards right before his eyes had handily provided the perfect justification of self-defense called 'treatment fee extortion' first, it was a golden opportunity to legally rob their capital and technology, said to easily cost the price of a small country, down to their very souls.

Taking it one step further…….

'If I reform the machine humans too…… couldn't I use them as new believers?'

Human memories and souls dwelling in mechanical bodies.

Incorporating them into believers of the Death Cult to receive infinite pumps to his divinity?

The more he thought about it, the more it was a truly perfect and excellent business item.

"Do you guys believe in a god?"

Super-massive skyscrapers where bright red neon signs flashed dizzily.

Kim Minwoo asked with a beaming smile as he looked up at the night view of the massive machine city piled high like a mountain with things for him to rob.

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