Return of the Shattered Constellation

Chapter 290: Star, a Futile Dream (4)

chapter 290: star, a futile dream (4)

『...?!』

『... i know you’re the mediator, but you’re still disrespecting us too much!』

balor and tomte responded the fiercest.

haul ass, dead meat... contrary to their expectations, the absolute being known as the mediator of all creations talked smack and cursed inelegantly and vulgarly like a gangster. as beings whom everyone praised and worshiped before their deaths, tomte and balor’s pride were naturally hurt.

『disrespect?』

the two golden eyes in the sky curved as if found their reaction funny. tomte and balor immediately realized that he was sneering at them.

『i see. well, i’m glad you brought that up.』

just like a skeleton watch, hundreds of large and small gears meshed together inside the golden eyes. they were the components that made up the [coordination machine eyes], the authority of .

click.

click, click.

click, click, click...!

like clockwork, his golden pupils quickly rotated. at the same time, an enormous ripple spread throughout the sky. clouds dissipated and were pushed back, making the blue sky brighter and allowing a significant amount of sunlight to shine down on chang-sun’s subconscious realm. the rays of sunlight turned into sharp spears, stabbing into the skin of everyone in the realm as if they had become enemies of this world.

『i’ll disrespect you for real, alright.』

oooooong!

when all the gears in his eyes started to fiercely rotate, every being in the subconscious realm suffocated.

『hup...!』

『urgh!』

thud!

thump!

balor and tomte grabbed their necks and fell to one knee. tomte was panting especially hard, seemingly about to die soon.

[all the rights regarding your subconscious realm have been vested in the ‘deus ex machina’ by force!]

balor and tomte grew paler by the second as their shock turned into horror.

the control one had over their subconscious realm was as absolute as—no, it was stronger than the control one had over their divine ground. after all, subconscious realms were made of a soul’s ego.

the higher one’s class was, the sturdier their subconscious realm. considering the classes of chang-sun’s past reincarnations, they were supposed to be the absolute beings in this place.

those who would dare invade a subconscious realm were no different from idiots who voluntarily entered their prison cells. their authorities, divine rights... they couldn’t use anything in someone else’s subconscious realm. to use their powers again, they had to be strong enough to weaken its owner, which was practically impossible if the owner was like balor or tomte.

nevertheless, , who had originality in an infinite number of worldlines, didn’t seem affected at all. even though he was an emperor, the celestials were confident that he couldn’t do anything here, but he just proved them dead wrong.

[your subconscious realm has classified you all as!]ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

[your subconscious realm has rejected everyone’s presence..]

[your subconscious realm has blacklisted everyone.]

[your subconscious realm has invalidated everyone’s existences.]

...

the moment acquired all the rights, chang-sun’s subconscious realm began nullifying all his past reincarnations.

[the air now contains poison!]

[the ground has turned into a swamp!]

[the rays of sunlight turned into spears!]

...

“arrgggh!”

“urgh! let me go! let me go—!”

“i can’t get out—!”

“urggh!”

they couldn’t breathe. the moment they inhaled, the toxins in the air filled up their lungs and ruined their organs, divine power, and divine classes. balancing themselves also proved difficult with the ground now a giant swamp. when they tried to fly away, the mud clung onto them like tentacles, restricting their movements. the clouds also rained down acid, melting them down.

as if to prove that they were now classified as the realm’s , everything in the realm tried to kill them—no, they actually died.

a series of disasters occurred, resulting in all kinds of death. some of the blue battalion drowned in a flood while some of the red battalion perished in a fire. some were also beaten, starved, or dehydrated to death. seemingly trapped in invisible guillotines, there were even people who were executed.

he didn’t know where odin and perkwunos fled. this realm was still under the command of , so where could they have run off to?

chang-sun considered going after them for a moment but realized he didn’t have the time to. the angels, the avatars of , were attacking him as well, restricting his movement.

claaang!

gritting his teeth, chang-sun deflected the sword of an angel with difficulty. ‘they’re strong.’

despite using a lot of mana and regaining his full power as ‘divine twilight,’ the angels were so powerful that even chang-sun felt a shiver running down his spine. they were all at the same level as him, and had dozens of them. chang-sun couldn’t help dumbfoundedly chuckling.

‘they also have exceptional swords and armor made from dragon skeletons... a high-class dragon—no, a king-class dragon’s ribs. how did he get his hands on such materials?’ chang-sun wondered.

did capture a dragon king and slaughter it? if he did, then he also did a remarkable job in reinforcing the materials. even chang-sun wasn’t sure he could have done the same.

that aside, if chang-sun wasted more time, he knew he would meet the same pathetic end as balor or tomte.

‘... i can’t let that happen.’

fortunately, the sudden interference of reestablished his connection to the outside world.

[the terminated channelings are being restored...]

however, himself didn’t seem to have noticed.

badump, badump, badump―!

with his heart beating fast, chang-sun unleashed as much mana as he could.

[your ‘ferocious heart’ is racing!]

[your ‘ferocious heart’ is manufacturing .]

pzzzz―!

little by little, chang-sun exuded .

“ha! what have we got here?” the angel fighting chang-sun tilted their head.

it looked like a part of was in the angel, considering they made an expression that resembled him despite being emotionless up until that moment.

“do you think i’ll go easy on you just because you’re using—!”

“you don’t have to, sir,” chang-sun interrupted.

“what?”

paaah!

the chang-sun exuded spread in every direction like an ink drop in clear water.

kiyoooo―!

beyond where chang-sun’s gathered the most, cadmus’ howl faintly echoed.

[your subordinate ‘cadmus’ has answered your call and relayed your message to its original owner!]

...

[your has successfully strengthened a specific channeling from the outside world!]

[the channeling owner has received information about the current situation.]

[the channeling owner lets out a sigh.]

[the channeling owner mumbles why your everyday life is so chaotic.]

[the channeling owner asks why in the world you resemble someone so much.]

[the channeling owner reluctantly decides to interfere.]

the behind chang-sun instantly spread wider. as if he drew a black curtain, the space around him turned pitch-black.

‘if it’s hard to fight him myself...’ chang-sun thought.

woosh!

not long after, an enormous set of navy blue flames—inferno sights—lit up.

‘... i can just call an adult.’

[the celestial ‘abyss-chasing great devil’ has descended!]

mephistopheles ripped through the curtain of , revealing his gigantic form.

namu's thoughts

i suddenly got a strong déjà vu of my childhood.