Chapter 481

The few disheveled and wretched men and women froze in place, as if they had been fixed in time.

Almost.

Just a little bit more, and they would have been covered by the light cannon, evaporated along with the dense trees until not even bone fragments remained.

Amamiya Rindou, once hailed as the "Dragon's Fang," had cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and the hand gripping his God Arc was trembling.

If he hadn't seen it wrong, the one who unleashed such a terrifying beam of light with bare hands was a human, right?

So, what is going on with the humans in this world?

Mythical humans?

274. Earthlings' smiles gradually become unhinged.

"If I didn't see it wrong, the light just now erupted from her fingertips, didn't it?"

Clutching his arm, the blood-soaked Satomi Rentaro felt his legs trembling a little.

"Seems... seems like it..."

Tsukiyama Shuu, an S-rank ghoul with the title of "Gourmet," stuttered with his pupils dilated.

"That is a true transcendent ability, right?"

Argo, a former member of the resistance group Funeral Parlor, had eyes turned red.

He looked at his own mutated, hideous arm, then at the holy, beautiful girl who looked like an elf.

Why?

They, a group scattered across the world, had been hunted like stray dogs under various disasters of evil gods.

To gain power and struggle, they even had to turn into these monsters that were neither human nor ghost.

Not knowing when they might lose control and become monsters, only to be cleared away by their companions in tears.

Being called transcendents, they were actually just poor wretches counting down their days.

And yet...

The breathing of the other wretched few grew heavy, but looking at that chasm, they instantly became peaceful.

Whatever, at least they finally escaped.

Ah, the light, this water, this beautiful sunset, these peaceful people holding phones to take pictures.

The familiar yet strange scene caused the few people present to burst into tears, their faces streaming with tears, crying out in near-loss of composure.

"Calm down, we aren't out of danger yet. Those monsters might still follow us. I'll go communicate with the person in charge here first."

Amamiya Rindou was the team leader, after all.

The disaster of evil gods in his region was called Aragami; in essence, it was also a derivative of an evil god, and even stronger and more despair-inducing.

Being able to escape from such a disaster itself meant he had extremely strong psychological fortitude.

And there was something else he didn't say.

As far as this world was concerned, they were no different from harbingers of plague.

Not to mention whether the evil god's tentacles would infiltrate this world through this path, the pollution on them was in itself a form of positioning.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before this world was also destroyed in the disaster of evil gods.

Even though the girl before them displayed immense power, he didn't feel it had any meaning.

But...

They wanted to live, too.

For this step, they had sacrificed too much.

"Hello, I am Amamiya Rin..."

Amamiya Rindou, who had successfully subjugated a disaster-level evil god derivative, put down his giant sword, raised his hands, and stepped forward with a friendly smile.

Zzzzt—!!!

A magnificent purple stream of light roared, like a precision strike, arriving in an instant and hitting exactly at his feet.

Silent and soundless.

A bottomless, deep void appeared on the spot, with wisps of youth emerging.

Amamiya Rindou's pupils contracted violently.

Another method of attack, and what was that complex rectangular array?

A magic circle?

That feeling was completely different from the energy attacks like ion cannons they used; it was something more idealistic.

He had a strong sense of absurdity.

Could it be that this world was actually a magic world?

"One more step, and you die!!!"

A light female voice rang out.

The girl's figure floated up slowly, her black hair dancing gently with the swirling golden electric arcs, her beautiful eyes turning into a blazing gold-white.

Invisible air waves rippled out layer by layer, and a pressure from the depths of the soul spread along with it.

Even at a distance of nearly a hundred meters, the breathing of the few people stalled at this moment.

But not far away...

Earthlings expressed that they were used to it; they were already immune.

However...

"Hiss, this is Yingdao Mai, right? With this feeling, could it be that she has broken through to A-rank?"

"If not A-rank, it's close enough."

Thinking of this, people were so jealous their eyes turned green.

The magecraft system was not like those miscellaneous systems of the past.

It was fundamentally impossible for it to be like other systems, where one could destroy the world yet have a shorter lifespan than a mortal, and even more impossible to be stabbed to death by a single blade.

Every step was not merely an expansion of power, but a sublimation of the essence of life.

C-rank was the first sublimation of life, half a step beyond the scope of mortals.

And stepping into A-rank meant completely becoming a kind of existence higher than humans, no longer in the same world as ordinary people from then on.

"Oh my god, I knew that being chosen by the Sky Curtain meant hitting the jackpot, but I didn't expect it to be this fast. I remember she was only C-rank two weeks ago, right?"

"Being C-rank in such a short time is already very good, surpassing ninety-nine percent of people, but it gets harder the further you go."

It's one thing to reach C-rank in a short time with good talent.

But she was also chosen by the Sky Curtain; looking at it, A+-rank wouldn't even be the limit, and it's estimated that stepping into the level of super A-rank big shots in the future wouldn't be a problem.

Even though Yingdao Mai was a stunningly beautiful big star, people couldn't suppress their jealousy at this moment.

"It must be that rumor, that those who are important characters in the Sky Curtain will resonate with themselves from another world in their dreams and obtain all their experience and insights. She must have advanced by leaps and bounds because of that."

"Needless to say, even basic magecraft has such great power; even with good talent, it still requires time to pile up."

Many people were panting as they analyzed, and the more they analyzed, the more they wanted to cry.

Damn it.

Why isn't it me?

Wuwuwu, I also want to become a Sky Curtain Master; no, being a bit-part character would be fine too.

"Wait, what are those people doing? Covered in rags?"

"Beggars from out of town?"

"Damn Tokyoites, asking for a beating, right?"

"Don't fight, don't fight, you can't kill anyone without using magecraft."

Those who were heckling, those who were dueling, those who were drinking cola and watching the fun without fear of trouble.

Even knowing those few people were strange and likely had something fishy going on, no one took them seriously.

Just kidding.

Do you know who they are?

The favorite brats of the Holy King, the kind that would be resurrected even if they died.

A mere group of goods with not a shred of magic power fluctuation, what is there to be afraid of?

The magecraft system, whether close-quarters or long-range, was overwhelmingly powerful and possessed extremely high weight.

Even if it couldn't be like Heroic Spirits, where one could ignore nuclear bombing if the mystery wasn't enough, it was still enough to challenge above one's level.

"Hey, brother, what were you trying to say just now? Don't be afraid, Lord Yingdao is very gentle."