Chapter 481

Several ragged, disheveled men and women stood frozen in place, as if they had been paused in time.

Close.

Just a little closer, and they would have been engulfed by the beam of light, vaporized along with the dense trees until not even bone fragments remained.

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

If he wasn't mistaken, the one who had 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?

Are they mythical humans?

274. Earthlings' smiles gradually become unhinged.

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

Clutching his arm, his entire body covered in blood, Satomi Rentaro felt his legs shaking.

"It seems... it seems so..."

Tsukiyama Shuu, an S-rank Ghoul known as the "Gourmet," stammered with his pupils dilated.

"That is a true transcendent ability, isn't it?"

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

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

Why?

They were a group scattered from all corners of the world, hunted like stray dogs under the various Calamities of Evil Gods.

To gain power and struggle, they had to turn into these half-human, half-ghost monsters.

At any moment, they might lose control, turn into monsters, and be cleared away by their companions through tears.

They were called transcendents, but in reality, they were just poor wretches counting down their days.

And yet...

The breathing of the other disheveled survivors grew heavy, but as they looked at that chasm, the scene suddenly became peaceful.

Forget it, at least they had finally escaped.

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

The familiar yet strange scene caused the group to burst into tears, their faces streaming, sobbing in near-hysterical pain.

"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, after all, the team leader.

The Calamity of Evil Gods in his region was called the Aragami; they were essentially a derivative of an Evil God, and even stronger and more despair-inducing.

Being able to escape from such a disaster was proof of his extremely strong psychological fortitude.

Besides, there was something else he didn't say.

To this world, they were no different from a plague.

Not to mention whether the Evil God's tentacles would infiltrate this world through this path, the contamination on their own bodies was a beacon in itself.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before this world was also destroyed by the Calamity of Evil Gods.

Even though the girl before them had displayed immense power, he didn't see the point.

But...

They wanted to live, too.

They had sacrificed too much to get this far.

"Hello, I am Amamiya Long..."

Amamiya Rindou, who had successfully subjugated a Disaster-class Evil God derivative, lowered his greatsword, raised his hands, and stepped forward with a friendly smile.

Zzzzz———!!!

A magnificent purple stream of light roared, striking with the precision of a targeted hit, arriving in an instant and slamming exactly at his feet.

Silent and soundless.

A bottomless, dark hole appeared on the spot, with wisps of youth rising from it.

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 far more idealistic.

He felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Could this world actually be a magic world?

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

A light female voice rang out.

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

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

Even from nearly a hundred meters away, the group's breathing stopped at that moment.

But not far away...

The Earthlings expressed that they were used to such strange sights; they were already immune.

However...

"Hiss, that's Sakurajima Mai, right? With this feeling, could she have 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 messy 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 just 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 an existence higher than humans, no longer in the same world as ordinary people.

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

"Reaching C-rank in such a short time is already quite good, surpassing 99.9% of people, but it gets harder the further you go."

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

But she was also chosen by the Sky-Curtain; it looked like even A+-rank wouldn't be her limit, and it was estimated that reaching the Super A-rank level in the future wouldn't be a problem.

Even though Sakurajima Mai was a stunningly beautiful superstar, people couldn't suppress their jealousy at this moment.

"It must be that rumor, right? Those who are important characters in the Sky-Curtain resonate with themselves from another world in their dreams, obtaining 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 takes time to pile up."

Many people panted 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, even being a bit-part character would be fine.

"Wait, what are those people doing? Why are they all ragged?"

"Are they beggars from out of town?"

"Damn Tokyoites, asking for a beating, aren't you?"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, 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 though they knew those people were strange and likely had some secrets, no one took them seriously.

Just kidding.

Do you know who they are?

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

A bunch of goods with not even a shred of magic power fluctuation, what's there to be afraid of?

The Magecraft system is overwhelmingly powerful in both close-quarters and long-range combat, possessing extremely high weight.

Even if they couldn't be like Heroic Spirits, where insufficient mystery could ignore nuclear bomb blasts, they were enough to challenge across ranks.

"Hey, brother, what were you trying to say just now? Don't be afraid, Lady Sakurajima is very gentle." ===== CHAPTER 482 =====