Chapter 521

The scene reflected in the water mirror left by the Blue Reaper seemed like a moment straight out of a movie.

In the Mini Reaper Garden, under the canopy stretching through the air, beams of soft light embroidered the sky as an unimaginable battle unfolded.

The ground, covered in marshmallow-like softness, shattered due to the impact of the battle, with white powder swirling like a storm.

Each time the massive purple Reaper’s spatial cuts tore through the air, a deafening sound echoed, and through the gaps, the sharp blade of the First Sword erupted one after another.

[Please capture the enemy!]

[Please hinder the enemy!]

From the sky, the waterfall of commands created by the giant blue Reaper poured down.

Between the cascading waters, the golden log punch of the massive golden Reaper and the space-tearing claws of the massive black Reaper blended together, creating a dazzling swirl of black and white light.

The massive red Reaper’s flames tried to burn away all abilities, while the massive orange Reaper controlled the flames’ movement with its probability manipulation.

The mysterious waves generated by Mingming’s Circular Domain intermingled with the illusions of the yellow Reaper, blurring the boundary between reality and unreality.

The fierce charge of the Gremlin Reaper hybrids shook the ground, followed by the time-warping movements of the Mini Flower Reapers and Sprout Reapers, distorting the space around them.

And finally, the massive Bleached-Grey Reaper’s grey fist sliced through the air, drawing a powerful trajectory.

Though up until now, I hadn’t successfully landed a blow on the Black Giant, each punch carried enough force to be undeniable in its power.

This was the combined strength of the Mini Reapers and the Halos in the Mini Reaper Garden.

But ominously, the Black Giant, receiving all of it, seemed untouched, as though no damage had been dealt.

The full-scale assault from the many Mini Reapers merely brushed past the Black Giant like a gentle spring breeze.

Not a single scratch marred its massive body, and its overwhelming presence seemed to weigh down the surrounding space.

Watching the colossal battle unfold, the playful yellow Gremlin muttered with a tone of self-deprecation.

“Kyuu kyuu? What are we supposed to do with our insufficient power?”

The yellow Gremlin’s cry carried an air of helplessness.

Next to it, the blue Gremlin, resting nearby, responded with a cold expression.

“Kyuu. Kyuu kyuu. We’re useless. Just bring the Mini Reaper popcorn.”

And just as the Gremlins brought over the popcorn and began munching on it,

“Kyuuak!”

The Master’s sharp strike landed precisely on the heads of the Gremlins, who had been slacking off.

The Master Gremlin hurriedly led the scolded Gremlins to the other busy Gremlins gathered together.

Numerous Gremlins, with their short legs moving hastily, ran around.

The Gem Reapers, placing large piles of gem logs on the ground.

The Ghost Reapers, creating sharp knives and laying them out across the floor.

And at the center, the original White Gremlin and the Lamp Reapers were stationed.

This was a place where the children who couldn’t participate in the grand battle were gathering to do something.

In the space ruled by endless darkness, another change occurred.

Golden flames rose, casting a new shadow, and a massive figure emerged, appearing as if it had always been there.

“Master!”

The Blue Girl’s bright voice pierced through the darkness.

Her face was full of joy at the sight of her master.

The Master, who had been observing the white marble round table, briefly showed a look of confusion but soon seemed to understand the situation.

“….”

With his head bowed, the Master sighed, and rather than regret, there was a sense of lightness in it.

Then, he raised his head and looked at his precious disciple with a playful smile, one that had always walked the right path.

The master’s face lit up with a relieved smile, as if shaking off his previous doubts.

While their reunion continued, another alchemist at the other side of the round table was rustling through things.

“I can’t believe I failed… This can’t be…”

The alchemist with purple hair, waking up in a hurry, stared at the sand images projected on the table with a pale expression, changing them in search of something.

“!!!”

And finally, as if she had found the scene she was looking for, the color returned to her face.

Perhaps due to the Purple Alchemist, the sand no longer merely mimicked shapes but began to take on vivid colors.

At the center of this sand image was the small girl with purple hair, surrounded by countless colored Gremlins.

The alchemist let out a sigh of relief as she looked at the girl who resembled herself so much.

But before long, the alchemist of the Tower intervened, trying to change the image again.

The Tower Alchemist wanted to see the battle scene that would determine the fate of the world.

The two alchemists began to bicker like children fighting over the TV remote.

Watching their squabble, the Labyrinth Alchemist sighed deeply.

It seemed absurd that two alchemists, like them, would be fighting over such things.

In the end, he waved his hand and split the sand into two piles.

The Blue Girl, who had finished greeting her master, turned her gaze to another seat at the table.

There, a man, holding a jade plate to his chest, was immersed in silence.

He was the leader of the vast organization known as the “Sect,” the sect leader.

Upon seeing the jade plate the man was holding, the Blue Girl’s lips moved slightly.

And the question that had long been on her mind finally escaped her lips.

“Why was that jade plate considered a holy artifact?”

It was a natural question.

After all, that jade plate contained the method of killing the god worshipped by the Sect.

It was even something that had killed the god, making it an incredibly blasphemous object from the Sect’s perspective.

The Sect Leader, hearing the Blue Girl’s question, slowly opened his mouth.

[This was written by the red being, the adversary of the god, but it is also the proof of the god’s existence for us, who lost the god.]

A murky aura flowed from the Sect Leader, filling the space.

It sounded like the faint, indistinct sound of old pages turning.

The Blue Girl’s eyes sparkled.

Her second question followed swiftly.

“Then… does that mean all relics made from indestructible jade were created by that ‘red being’?”

[… Yes.]

The Sect Leader’s brief answer made the Blue Girl’s face light up.

It seemed like a piece of the long-standing mystery she had been grappling with had found its place.

But soon, her expression grew serious.

“Before, even when I asked the same question, you didn’t answer. Why are you telling me now?”

[….]

The Sect Leader fell silent for a moment.

His gaze was directed at the air, but it seemed like he was actually looking beyond the black veil at the Black Giant.

As time slowly passed, his lips finally parted again.

[In the end, it was destined to be an enemy.]

[But now… everything is over.]

His voice was filled with deep resignation.

In the sand images on the round table, the image of the god, now a monster having lost all sense, appeared.

[A change of gods…]

The Sect Leader’s final mutter faded into the darkness.

In his voice, there was the mournful sadness of someone who had witnessed the collapse of millennia-old faith.

But at the same time, there was a detached acceptance of the coming of a new era.

How long had it been since the Mini Reaper Garden had turned into a battlefield?

Even the golden aurora that once decorated the sky now twisted, glowing faintly, affected by the aftermath of the battle.

I struggled to calm my increasingly anxious heart, still transformed into the massive Bleached Reaper.

Although the full-scale assault of the Mini Reapers was unfolding, it was nothing more than a faint breeze against the Black Giant.

The massive purple Reaper’s spatial cuts, the blue Reaper’s commands, and even the First Sword’s void slashes failed to leave even a scratch on the Giant’s skin.

‘This won’t do.’

My anxiety deepened.

The attacks from the Mini Reapers only seemed to momentarily halt the Black Giant, but they weren’t causing any real damage.

Moreover, the few moments the Black Giant paused seemed more like a reflex, not because it was truly affected.

And most crucially, my own attacks weren’t landing at all.

‘!!!’

Just as I thought this,

At an unexpected moment, my alchemical punch finally pierced the Black Giant’s body.

It was pure luck.

The grey willpower tore through the Black Giant’s tough exterior, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.

The Black Giant’s body was pierced for the first time.

The perfect defense that had resisted every attack was finally breached.

‘Got it!’

A massive hole now pierced the Black Giant’s body, and the surrounding grey willpower spread out like spider webs.

A critical blow that would be deadly in hand-to-hand combat against the Black Giant.

Moreover, such immunity-based abilities would become completely powerless once broken.

‘Now, a full-scale attack…!’

Just as I prepared to command the Mini Reapers for a full assault, an unexpected event occurred.

[■ ■ ■ ■ ■]

An unknown will reverberated through the space.

And the appearance of the Black Giant began to change rapidly.

The Black Giant’s legs, rooted to the ground, split into dozens, and above its head, a faint halo appeared, leaving only remnants behind.

The halo had been mostly ripped apart, leaving a pitiful form.

And everything around the Black Giant began to melt away.

Like an evolutionary liquid.