Chapter 1847
Baal was different from the Absolutes of heaven. He couldnât transcend the concept of time and was bound to it. It was because he became stronger as time passed.
Baal was aware that the current him wasnât perfect. This wasnât meant in a negative way. He was constantly evolving. He might not be perfect now, but he had the certainty that he could reach the peak one day. The more that jealousy and suspicion sprouted on the surface and the more that quarrels and wars were repeated, the more Baal was completedâŠ
So there was always room for relaxation. It was to the extent that he accepted it easily even when he was first killed by Grid. He thought it would be different next time.
Then what about todayâs outcome? Gridâs growth rate exceeded Baalâs predictions. This was even though his prediction accounted for Gridâs explosive growth. He even grew stronger in real time while fighting Baal. It seemed to have a superior advantage over Baal and made Baalâs strengths meaningless.
âIt is because the Old Dragons helped.â
Fire Dragon Traukaâeverything went awry from the moment he gave an arm to Grid. A certain emotion started to boil deep in Baalâs heart as he analyzed the cause.
It was anger.
Wrath.
It was an emotion that was only felt by insignificant beings who couldnât solve things as they wished. It didnât suit the king of hell, who had ridiculed countless fates and manipulated them to his liking.
[âŠKukuk.]
It was while being trampled on his chest and repeatedly cut by GridâBaal realized that he had lost his composure from the start.
âIt was a defeat.â
The data of the dragon weapons and armor brought to him by his clonesâever since he was defeated by Gridâs swords and armor, which far exceeded their power, he grew impatient and this made him reach this point. Like an insignificant beingâŠ
He didnât deserve to win.
The gray ash symbolizing deathâBaal remained silent even as the souls he accumulated for a long time were escaping from his body. He didnât bother trying to hold onto them. He didnât even let out a single breath as he stared at Grid swinging his sword. Then he spoke words with difficulty.
[I canât⊠if I am alone.]
ââŠâŠ?â
It was a situation where the duration of Nefelinaâs Transcendent Dragon had passed. The Dragon Knightâs effect was lifted. Grid, who was alone, had become impatient.
At this time, Baalâs meaningful words were enough to make him feel uneasy. An unidentified noise was heard. It was like the sound of a clockâs hour hand moving. The problem was that it came all of a sudden. He felt something special that was similar to Chiyouâs bell.
It was a portent. The ultimate of an Absolute.
Grid noticed and let out his stopped breath. He soared into the air and flew far away from Baal. It was to control the distance, but it was a pointless act. The ultimate move of an Absolute couldnât be bound by the concept of distance.
Flash!
The identity of the noise was revealed. A pocket watch floated between Baal on the ground and the flying Grid. It was a watch decorated with bizarre patterns. The indicated unit of time was also far from common sense. The hour hand spun furiously.
The surrounding landscape changed accordingly. The desolate wilderness of hell changed to a plain with lush vegetation and the green earth became scorching red dozens of times a second. It was an incomprehensible change from Gridâs position. It was the landscape of hellâs past, present, and future.
âI didnât know I would use this power.â
The underlying cause of Baalâs anger was fear. It was a fear that rose from the judgment that he couldnât win against Grid. He felt like he was going to lose everything. It clearly meant that he was on the defensive. This made him regain his original appearance, but it wasnât enough to reverse the situation.
Therefore, he relied on this will. The power of his father, Yatan.
I hope you will embrace those who died and fell here with that big body, relieving their sorrow by crossing time and space with this watchâŠ
It was a power that was received along with this nonsense. Baal didnât want to rely on this disgusting power.
One day, Yatan suddenly turned into a mess. He died a humble death like the weak, and Baal buried him in the Abyss with great difficulty. He had intended for Yatan to be forgotten in hell, apart from a few neutral areas where Yatanâs will still remained. Amoract established the irreversible religion called the Yatan Church, so those on the surface were clearly aware of Yatan. However, that was just a situation on the surface.
Baal hoped that Yatan would be forgotten in hell. Of course, a God of the Beginning wouldnât perish just because he was forgotten. In order for Baal to rule and reign over hell, Yatan shouldnât be allowed to surface. That power that had been suppressedâ
[Grid, you brought this on yourself.]
He took it out.
The earth shook. It was due to the steps of a giant who appeared from the continuously changing landscape. A giant walked out from the green plain. His identity was Baal. To be precise, it was Baal of the past. He had an infinitely gentle expression compared to the present day Baal.
[The me in the past.]
Stagger.
A distorted smile spread across Baalâs face as he barely raised his large body.
[Along with the future me, he will slaughter you with me.]
The Baal of the futureâit was his ultimate self that even Baal couldnât fathom. It was the future him, who wouldâve become extremely strong every time humanity experienced fights, wars, and destruction. He probably wouldâve destroyed the Old Dragons on the surface and conquered heaven.
As he imagined it, Baal waited for his future self.
Gridâs eyes darkened rapidly as he noticed the situation.
The past, present, and future Baal had to be confronted at the same time? It was a ridiculous power. It felt like the victory he thought he had barely won was getting further away. The words defeat and failure were etched into Gridâs mind one after another.
âNoâŠâ
Nefelina was frustrated as she watched the situation from a distance.
Squeak squeak!
Bunhelier, who had been looking for an opportunity, also sat down. The mouse leaned against the wall and sighed as he slumped down.
âWe canât beat this. Squeak.â
Bunhelier had existed since the beginning of time. Even so, Baalâs power came as quite a shock to him. He was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness after discovering that he had fallen into Baalâs trap.
What could Grid do? The preparations for the past few months and todayâs fierce struggle had all been for naughtâŠ
Wouldnât it be hard to stand back up again? Bunhelier thought that Grid would be finished like this. He thought it would make Grid give up on his vain dream of purifying hell and saving humanity.
The atmosphere became extremely gloomy.
ââŠItâs okay.â However, Grid didnât collapse. There was no sign of despair on his face. The will in his eyes was too intense for him to pretend to be calm. âIâve been through more trials than this. I can get over it.â
Originally, Grid was nothing. He was a substandard human being who only watched and envied people who studied and worked normally. Yet he had reached this point. No matter what type of despair he faced now, it was better than it was in the past.
[âŠâŠ?]
Baal found something strange. He showed signs of anxiety that went beyond the level of confusion. It wasnât because he was intimidated by Gridâs unexpected attitude. It was because the future him didnât respond.
[âŠThis damn guy?!]
A scene popped into Baalâs mind. It was a scene of his future self sitting atop Rebeccaâs throne and laughing at his present self with glee.
[âŠTwo is enough.]
Baal gritted his teeth and glanced at his past self.
Grid, who was alone without any dragonsâit was a signal to attack and kill this guy who had consumed many things throughout the battle and was weakened.
[âŠâŠ]
However, the past Baal didnât cooperate. He looked at the present day Baal and took a step back. He disappeared into the landscape of vegetation. It was natural for him to not cooperate. The Baal of the past was still pure. It was a time when he accepted the obligations given to him by Yatan without questions.
Tick.
Finally, the pocket watch stopped. The landscape also returned to its original state.
âYou betray even yourself.â
Grid approached and thrust his sword into Baalâs heart. It was the best blow of the day. All the movements of the six fusion sword dance were smoothly linked. It was a perfect embodiment of the ideals that Grid had envisioned. The weak point hits and critical hits were applied to all strikes.
[KuekâŠ.! Kuaaaaaaack!!!]
Baal couldnât contain it and let out a scream. It was a scream of suppressed emotions.
Deathâhe intuitively felt that the concept he had been playing with all his life was descending toward him.
âMistake⊠It was a mistake.â
Baal overcame death because he was the source of fear. In the beginning, Baal wasnât an object of fear. It was all because he was afraid of Grid. In order to get rid of Grid without fail, Baal needed more strength and returned to his original form, only to be caught by this.
Now he couldnât overcome death. Death really was the end. He couldnât die.
Baal was more persistent than imagined. He proved the reason why he regained his original form by enduring without dying, even though he had already been hit several times by the six fusion sword dance. The fists he swung viciously and the rays of magic power that rained down every time he screamed turned Grid into rags.
This absolute defense and the Shock Mitigation effect of the Fire Dragonâs Armor couldnât cope with the shock and it was gradually exceeding the limit.
âEndure. Endure it.â
He was in the middle of enemy territory. There were variables such as Asura and Amoract remaining, so his immortality shouldnât be consumed.
Grid was just as desperate as Baal. He was focused, not once blinking his eyes stained red with his and Baalâs blood. He was actively using his artificial senses and using his brain nonstop in order to somehow get hit less. This made Baal even more desperate.
Deathâa concept that he had only vaguely imagined through indirect experience was right in front of him.
He was starting to realize death, extinctionâŠ
At this momentâ
âMy LiegeâŠ! Lord Baal! Croak!â
A bipedal toad came waddling toward him.
Chepardea, Baalâs closest subordinateâhe was the most loyal one among the loyalists. He spat out sticky bodily fluids toward Grid, who was in the air. He stretched out his long tongue and tried to somehow grab onto Gridâs ankles.
âThis idiotâŠ!â
Grid was on the verge of chaos due to Baalâs offense that struck in all directions. There were so many signals from his artificial senses that it was difficult to respond to all of them. It wasnât an exaggeration to say that he was walking a tightrope.
The intrusion of an intruder at this time was a great headache.
Chepardeaâs sticky fluids restricted the targetâs movements and were judged by the God Hands as a real danger. They even communicated all the directions it was flying in to Grid, causing Gridâs brain to be on the verge of exploding. Eventually, a gap was exposed. It allowed Baal to fight back. The one who was afraid to die and was being attacked non-stop was given a chance to breathe.
âLord Baal! I will buy you some time, so please leave this placeâŠ! You need to regain your initial form!â Chepardea shouted as he arrived before Baal.
Hundreds of timesâno, the one who had been toyed with and killed by Baal tens of thousands of times was loyal to Baal without knowing the truth.
[ChepardeaâŠ]
Baal glimpsed hope thanks to this and he gave Chepardea a look of great affection.
Chepardea was thrilled. He was smaller than a speck of dust compared to Baal, but he stood with his arms outstretched as if to protect Baal.
âOnly One God GridâŠ! I wonât let you take a single step forward!â
âYouâŠâ It was the moment when Grid was about to say somethingâŠ
Baalâs large fingers formed claws, grabbed Chepardeaâs chubby body, and lifted him up.
âEh? Ehh?â Chepardea rose up and reached Baalâs face in an instant.
âMy LiegeâŠ! Donât worry about me! Get rid of me and run awayâŠ!â he shouted while flailing his short limbs.
He even had tears in his eyes. He was moved by Baalâs unwillingness to turn away from him in a moment of crisis.
Baal grinned at him.
[I laugh every time because of you.]
ââŠHaha? I-Iâm gladâŠâ
Chepardeaâs face swelled like a balloon as he was responding without understanding what was going on. It was because Baal increased the strength of his fingers grabbing Chepardeaâs belly. Chepardeaâs face started to turn red from the unbearable pressure and this was starkly projected into Baalâs big eyes.
[Poor and foolish henchman of Yatan. I truly like you, who has been betrayed and killed tens of thousands of times, but still entertains me every time.]
ââŠâŠ!â
Tears of blood flowed from Chepardeaâs swollen eyes just before they popped out. It wasnât just the shock of his flesh and guts being crushed, but the aftermath of remembering the truth. It was a truth that always appeared when he was on the verge of death.
ââŠYes⊠YouâŠâ
[This will be goodbye forever. It is too bad.]
Baal said goodbye and threw Chepardea into his mouth. From his perspective, he was chewing and gulping down something smaller than a grain of rice. It was to thoroughly digest Chepardea.
The demon who shared his soul, magic power, and body with the thousands of eggs he laidâhe was powerful enough to proclaim to be Yatanâs guardian and Baal dreamed of evolving the moment they merged into one after ingesting him completely. He activated the spells hanging in the spawning grounds and all the eggs were transferred to Chepardea and digested at once.
[âŠHah.]
Surprisingly, the signs of evolution didnât come immediately. Still, it was enough to get through the immediate crisis. His wounds healed quickly. He had secured enough health and magic power to defeat the damn Grid and flee to the river of reincarnation.
[It was worth keeping that worthless guy by my side.]
âYou disgusting bastardâŠâ
Grid was no longer aware of the epics. He felt extreme disgust for Baal and let out insults.
It was something Baal was familiar with. He snorted and started to fly with his back toward Grid. It was toward the river of reincarnation. He was going to reach it in a flash.
âŠThis was what he thought until a thunderous sound came from his stomach.
[WhatâŠ]
The warrior who escorted Yatan when he left heavenâBaalâs worst mistake was to transfer over the eggs in order to fully absorb Chepardeaâs power. Chepardea had unknowingly dispersed his magic power to thousands of eggs. At this moment, he embraced the eggs and regained his former power. He released magic power into Baalâs belly and shook all his organs. He was also being dissolved in gastric juices in real time, but he didnât care.
[Sinner who terribly destroyed the shelter of those who lost their place after death, you will surely receive divine punishment today.]
[It has been a long time since your god disappearedâŠ!]
Baal shouted to Chepardea, who was talking in his stomach. His voice cracked. He could barely feel the squeezing. There was a faint sense of joy that didnât fit.
Pure evil. Even at this moment, Baal was delighted that he had informed Chepardea of the desperate news.
Surprisingly, Chepardea didnât despair. Instead, he laughed. He said in a fading voice as he melted in Baalâs gastric juices.
[Donât turn away from the god in front of youâŠ]
He was referring to God Grid of the surface.
Baal came to his senses and looked back.
Grid stood on top of Bunhelier, who had reappeared like a rat, and yellow divinity was fluttering around him. It was the image of divine punishment that Chepardea had just talked about.
âBaaaaaaaaaal!â
[âŠYou are like a cockroachâŠ]
Baalâs will was insignificant. It was to the point where it wasnât suitable to be called the source of all evil. It felt more suitable for Grid. This bastard, who was worse than a speck of dust, should die as the most insignificant thing in the world and be ridiculed forever.
The sword that would bring down the skyâ
[The 1st Great Demon, âBaal,â has died.]
He first cut through the dark clouds that covered hell and the surface. It wasnât until his death that Baal understood.
The reason why his future self didnât respondâit was because it didnât exist.
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