NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 1049
<1049 – Weak Crybaby Mode (7)>
As these giants appeared one after another, causing a ruckus only to be chased away or beaten up by Oknodie, Jiang thought to himself.
“Seriously, what a waste of bulk.”
Or maybe not?
Was this the pathetic end of someone who couldn’t even compress their body?
Of course, to Oknodie, that might be pathetic. In reality, even the struggles of a transcendent being wracked with pain loomed as a threat to Jiang’s life.
Sadi had used a technique that mimicked Sing’s origin area to fling away the gigantic boulders threatening to smash their entire domain innumerable times.
After repeatedly unfolding these realms within an impossibly short time, Sadi, drenched in sweat, had a pale complexion and trembling hands clutching the sword.
The trembling of the blade directly correlated to the potential loss of life for a swordsman—especially one who had fully imitated the techniques of Sing, a top-tier master. It was easy to imagine just how exhausted he was.
[What the hell is this corruption? Why is it that an incomprehensible monster grows in size, devouring my strength and soul?]
The shock of the transcendent being was entirely justified.
A full bowl could hardly contain anything new.
Even if they wished to fill it, it would overflow and spill, inevitably.
The curse left by the Heavenly Sovereign was cunning and deadly in that regard. It infiltrated like a comforting deception, assuring them that accepting it wouldn’t harm them, only to swiftly replace the already full energy in their vessel with the curse, growing in its own existence.
Unlike other areas of erosion, it wasn’t something one could interpret and block by deciphering invocations that deceive the body, mind, and soul.
Endlessly pouring clean water into a cup filled with muddy water will eventually leave only pure water remaining.
Drawing on such principles, the transcendent being tried to regain the purity of their soul by pouring out all their strength.
However, like how one’s limbs don’t just drop off when drinking water, the curse stuck to the cup and completely transformed the cup itself.
[Ugh. This is terrifying, but what can I do? Unless I’m aiming to meet my death, the only option is to carve out the vessel of my soul…]
Such infection wasn’t something that happened to just one transcendent being.
At the moment all transcendent beings descended upon the Middle Realm in a rampage, Oknodie’s invocations sprang into action as if waiting on the sidelines to strike precisely at the points of attack.
The result was infection.
A bunch of transcendent beings getting into a sticky situation together.
And a collective self-destruction show.
<An ogre sculpted from the hands of a giant tainted by sorcery>
<Medusa made from the head of a serpent tainted by sorcery>
<Warrior made from the hind legs of a tainted cow>
These results, having carved out a piece of the transcendent being’s soul, quickly transformed into independent forms of life.
Each capable of boasting strength rivaling an Apostle of God—instantaneous clones, all the same!
Of course, the rank was high.
God-level beings wouldn’t need to suppress their Function Experience Points to turn themselves into weapons or clones, after all.
The total amount of experience points was overwhelmingly high.
Just the act of urgently limiting a piece of their soul guaranteed pure experience points would be contained.
[Clone, you are granted freedom.]
[Unified with one, enjoy that freedom.]
[I grant you the freedom of a complete life.]
Losing control over the clones, the transcendent beings prevented their unification back to the original.
The best decision in that short time was to escape the curse, even if it meant permanently losing a piece of themselves.
However, their opponent was Oknodie.
The transcendent beings knew their options were already limited.
With already aching bodies, they had no intention of forgiving the transcendent beings who had come to annoy them.
Thus, the next line was extremely grim.
━━━
[Main Function: Corruption]
[Sub Function: Disorder]
[Conjuration Magic: Curse of Lost Agency]
━━━
A magic of puppetry that strips away the freedom of clones created by the transcendent beings and turns them into slaves of their original!
The clones, turned into puppets of the original, sent the curse back to the original the moment they died, all thanks to the influence of the curse.
They even grew strong by devouring and assimilating the clones they produced!
[How is this possible? The curse has returned!]
[They were objects we had liberated, so how can they exert influence over others’ clones?!]
[The power to return a transcendent being’s clone to where it belongs…isn’t this the power of ‘that woman’ who ‘paralyzes’ our sovereignty?!]
The transcendent beings were engulfed in chaos and fear.
[It’s her. She is targeting us.]
[She’s stepped into a place she shouldn’t have.]
[Flee! Her ‘wrath’ is upon us. For the sin of touching her, we will all have our lives threatened!]
Jiang couldn’t understand the situation.
—Oknodie. How can these strong individuals, who are on par with the Heavenly Sovereign, be cornered like this?
—It’s simple. The curse is what the Heavenly Sovereign issued just before dying!
—Even three of us together are already stronger than the Heavenly Sovereign; can’t we combine our strength to overcome the curse?
The usefulness of ambush that transcends skill levels is something an assassin like Jiang understands best.
But he never once thought those words could even apply to the transcendent level.
Can ultra-masters even be ambushed?
An assassin’s reality is that after lying low as if dead to deal a single blow, they must risk their lives to achieve just that.
A supreme ambush of this caliber was not something even an assassin could handle.
And it was achieved through a curse.
A blow from someone already dead was far stronger than one delivered alive.
—Think of it like a wizard who’s freed from ‘constraints,’ that’s the scary part. Since they are going to die anyway, they can pile on a whole bunch of constraints to dramatically increase the power of their final strike!
—If everyone killed before had such a terrifying last blow just before death, I would have quit being an assassin long ago.
—That’s true! It’s not an easy thing to truly accept death and lay on constraints to increase one’s power!
Only someone of the level of Seonhwang, who had sealed the Chairman, could rarely replicate the art of enhancing the power of a last blow with the assurance of death.
Let alone the enhancement of power to the degree of consuming a transcendent being.
This was all possible because the Heavenly Sovereign was the number one in the Eastern Empire and founder of the Alliance of Necromancers, the first wizard, and also the Apostle of God of death.
Jiang was bewildered.
Should he marvel at Oknodie, who withstood the post-mortem curse of the Heavenly Sovereign, or at the intense battle of wits against that cursed nightmare, something both Oknodie and the transcendent beings were engaged in?
One thing was certain.
These individuals stood at an incredibly higher level than himself.
A continuous battle of spells utilizing high-level invocations, a world apart from the measly participation in the Heavenly Sovereign’s hunt.
[The door has opened.]
[Now is the time. Let’s go back and get into position.]
[You, the host of the Middle Realm’s corruption, I won’t forget your strength. When I return, I will surely chew on that tiny body of yours!]
As the transcendent beings, swearing revenge for the future, attempted to open a dimensional gate to return to their own dimension, Oknodie wasn’t just going to sit back and watch.
If someone threatens you to fear future repercussions, you must eliminate them immediately to rest easy.
[Coordinate change]
[Gift Academy: Entrance to the dominion-grade monster sealing facility of Professor Robert Elahim]
So it was sent.
The moment they stepped through the door, they were dispatched straight to Gift Academy.
Unbeknownst to the two transcendent beings, they were directly kidnapped to Gift Academy.
One of the other transcendent beings, attempting to escape late while half their body was still through the dimensional gate, found themselves ensnared by a gigantic tail.
The senior instructor, seeing the thick tail, shouted out, “Look out, look out!”
“What is it, senior?”
“That’s the Principal’s tail!!”
“…!!”
As the tail tightened around their neck, the transcendent being, who had been holding onto the threshold for dear life, gradually lost their strength.
[Oknodie. Seems like this troublesome habit of yours comes with some finesse. I wondered if you’d return empty-handed from the East, but look at you bringing home a keepsake.]
“Hehe. I sent you a nice gift. Are you satisfied?”
[Yes. Thanks to you, teaching the Fourth Year next year will be a breeze. This is one delightful keepsake.]
“…”
Oknodie was currently a Third-Year student.
Next year, they would become a Fourth-Year.
“Why am I getting punished for sending a gift…?”
Oknodie was destined to suffer at the hands of the Principal due to the crime of offloading a transcendent being to the Academy!
Overwhelmed by the sudden wave of stress, Oknodie collapsed in defeat.