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Chapter 214
Chapter 214
1.
Why do heroes always arrive at the scene at the most perfect timing?
Dashman and his viewers were able to answer this through the Silent Swordsman.
“Are you calculating the entry angle?”
- LOL
- Ah, the jungler calculates the angles
- Stop the bottom-line hatred
- How long are you going to calculate, you idiot!
- Honestly, we might win even without helping.
- Wasting movement, smh
- Wise really is strong.
Ron Berger’s fierce assault.
Even with the combined attack of nine test subjects.
He inflicted fatal wounds on four of them, despite a 2v10 battle.
What would have been a difficult fight with ten became manageable with six.
Ron Berger and the test subjects’ escape was practically impossible now.
“You’re strong, Wise. You don’t even flinch when you see the blood of the young.”
“Uncontrollable abilities are just bombs that destroy both the user and their surroundings. The organization simply told us what needed to be done.”
Wise truly believed this.
Berger also realized this fact.
“You trust the organization. Don’t you know them yet?”
“I know the organization isn’t righteous. But even they know what must be done to maintain order in this city, and what must not be done.”
“Such a magnificent city. A city that can only survive by disposing of children used as test subjects.”
The tension rose again in the battlefield, which had previously calmed down.
“I’ll say it one last time. Surrender, Berger. If you surrender willingly, the organization will forgive you.”
“Stop spouting nonsense. The only difference is who we’re fighting for, what we’re fighting for. We’re the same kind of people.”
With every step, Berger caused ice to form in the surrounding space, summoning a white storm.
With every step, Wise compressed the area, creating a zone where no projectile could breach.
Their zones collided the moment they infringed upon each other.
“Illusion?”
Berger’s form, touched by Wise’s compression sphere, suddenly disappeared.
<Elemental Ice Power> <Ice Afterimage>
An afterimage using ice and light.
The illusory shape caught Wise’s attention.
The real form, missed.
When he discovered its position,
Wise was struck with a chill.
‘Was it all just a plan to make me let my guard down!’
An ice wall hidden by the refraction of light.
Behind that thick wall of ice, Teresa was battling against the bitter cold and attacks.
Ron Berger’s target had never been Wise, but Teresa.
He had carefully set a trap to bring her pain from the start.
“Ron Berger!! Your opponent is me. Come at me!!”
“The pain of loss comes from the shame of failing to protect what’s important. Feel your helplessness and shudder, Wise.”
With every step, Berger’s freezing aura encroached further.
Wise used his compression abilities, ready to crush the ice walls blocking him, but Berger’s power was just as formidable.
The ice walls kept multiplying and showed no sign of retreating.
‘I’ve given up on surviving. These kids will all die. The frustration of failing to protect what I swore to protect, I’ll make you feel it too.’
<Transformation Ability - Mistification> <Mistification>
In the midst of the frigid cold stealing away her body heat, Teresa’s movements slowed as she tried to deflect attacks with her mistification ability.
‘If I die, Wise will be left alone. I can’t leave him by himself! I’ll never let that happen!’
As her body, transformed into mist, was assaulted by the cold, parts of her began to revert back to human form.
Some of her skin tore, and parts of her internal organs were lost, with blood pouring out.
‘But... I can’t escape.’
The ice prison surrounding her was cold enough to freeze her mistified body beyond recognition.
Teresa had realized it. She was caught in a cruel trap from the start.
Mistification, which she thought was an invincible ability to avoid all attacks, continued to lose pieces under the brutal cold and freezing winds.
‘I can’t recover it all.’
Then, she had to sacrifice part of her body.
She selected the parts to abandon, restructuring her form.
<Transformation Ability - Mistification> <Body Reconstruction>
She gave up her chest fat.
She gave up the trained muscles of her thighs.
She gave up parts of her bones and flesh.
Even when she shed, again and again,
The damage accumulated with every use of Mistification.
In less than a minute, the once voluptuous beauty of a tall woman had transformed into a slender, petite figure.
‘I can save only my limbs up to here.’
Now, the decisions were getting harder.
Which arm would she give up?
Which leg would go next?
Would it even benefit her to keep going?
Would Wise feel even greater guilt about her?
‘Certainly. Even if I survive here, I’ll just become a greater burden and weakness for him.’
As she lost her human form and fought desperately, her final goal was clear:
She would die on her own terms, while some of her beauty remained, so that Wise could survive.
“Don’t give up, Teresa! Just a little more, just a little more, and we can break this wall!!”
“Sorry. Don’t call me selfish. As a woman, I want to be remembered as a little more beautiful in front of the man I love.”
Teresa stopped avoiding the attacks and proudly stood tall.
Until the very end, beautifully.
That was her final decision, the last image she wanted to show to the man she loved.
Crack!
With the sound of the ice wall breaking, countless ice shards scattered, and the glittering light coming from behind her caught Teresa’s eye.
She couldn’t hide her shock and confusion.
“Newbie?”
<Top-tier Swordsmanship> <Heaven-Talking Dragon’s Might>
A supreme swordsmanship that surpasses even dragons, discussing the heavens.
No sky is unreachable.
No sky is unconquerable.
Like a dragon dreaming of ascension,
A sword strike that surpasses the dragon.
This is the strike that broke through the ice wall that had brought Wise to despair, reaching Teresa.
‘The new member of Wise’s team. Did the surface tactics fail?!’
Ron Berger’s arm froze.
The overwhelming power was too much for his body to endure.
‘If this is the end, I’ll accept it. I’ll gladly give my life. Even if support arrives, all that happens is two allies become one!’
Crack!
The forbidden awakening drug that amplified the test subjects’ abilities spread throughout Berger’s body.
The awakening drug exploded inside his mouth, amplifying his abilities to an irreversible degree, freezing both himself and the children he had sworn to protect.
He didn’t care.
His death was certain.
If he was going to freeze to death in one moment, it would be better this way.
So, he didn’t regret it.
He didn’t look back.
With all his strength,
With all his life,
He unleashed his final ability.
<Elemental Ice Power> <Rampant Self-Destruction> <White Hell>
An ultra-low temperature hell that doesn’t allow even the smallest breath.
A freezing cold storm that freezes everything in its path, enveloping the world.
This cold, this white hell, struck both Teresa and Ha Eung Eung.
‘An ice hell born from the exchange of a life, forged from resentment. Could something so beautiful exist?’
In the underground waterway, dyed by the cold that rejects life,
Ron Berger found rest in this harsh sight.
A cruel city where organizations use even their young for experiments.
This was the final fitting end for the underground, a place no one visits.
Crack!
The time left for his life was dwindling.
The shackles that would forever be etched into Wise’s remaining days.
Crack, crack, crack!
The unbreakable White Hell, forged from the life he had exchanged, began to fracture.
This was not Wise’s ability.
His compression abilities did not manifest in such a way.
The cracks came first.
The ice shattered.
The force of penetration was not his.
It was unmistakable.
The strongest ability user in the organization had arrived.
To protect those poor children, all measures had been taken to analyze and prevent this.
‘It’s not Wise.’
With the painful tearing of his heart, the White Hell, the frozen nightmare, shattered into pieces.
At the end, standing before it was the figure holding an umbrella, exuding the sharp energy of a lone swordsman.
‘So, the new member of Wise’s team... has the organization prepared someone to replace me…’
Unable to move a finger, Ron Berger stood frozen.
The newbie, approaching him, pulled out a pen, and after noticing the frozen ink, smirked.
Crack, crack!
The newbie didn’t write with the pen, but instead, carved the ice to form letters.
This message was meant for Ron Berger.
“Unending cycle. If you had realized the true meaning of unending, you could have become stronger. What a pity.”
A piece of advice about controlling abilities.
‘...Is she insane?’
At the brink of death, what use were her words?
For a brief moment, disbelief took over.
The oxygen supply was cut off, and his thoughts dulled.
Duty, mission, morals, and conscience—
Frozen in chains.
Only when it all ended, did the thoughts break free.
‘That... was it...’
‘...’
He realized.
How his abilities could have been stronger.
The true meaning of unending.
He didn’t have to abandon the children.
He didn’t have to embrace death.
The late realization only brought despair.
As his consciousness faded, his life ended in despair.
‘A great warrior should gain some enlightenment on his final path.’
In the heart of the one responsible for the man’s end, there was not a trace of malice.
In a sense, the one walking the path of nothingness offered only kindness.
But for one who wasn’t a martial artist, the weight of that kindness was far too heavy to bear.