My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness Chapter 43

Beoncheonhoe (1)

Roselia Grand Shrine located in the center of the main church’s sacred site.

It has already been more than two months since Heinrich came here, but his daily life has not changed even today.

Giggigeek—

“Whoop!”

With a sound like metal being twisted, a chunk of metal connected to a chain defied gravity.

“Whoa—”

Clang—Clang!

The tonne chunk of metal attached to the hideous-looking exercise equipment was steadily rupturing the muscles of rude humans who dared to use it through periodic reciprocating movements.

Then at some point.

Hwaaaah—

“Huh?”

Divine power poured out from his body like a blocked dam bursting.

《The entity has met the conditions and achieved enlightenment. Acquire the special skill 「Blessing: Strong Body」.》

At the same time, the metal that had been lifted with difficulty rose up onto the hook in an instant.

Heinrich froze in that position for a moment, then closed his eyes and assessed the divine power he felt within his body.

‘…We’ve finally reached it! ‘High priest-level divine power!’

At some point, I felt as if my divine power, which had been stopping and reaching its limit, had finally grown beyond its limits.

This is probably thanks to the “Blessing: Rigid Body” I obtained this time.

With a happy heart, I hurriedly put down the chain.

Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mode!

At that moment, the lump of metal, unable to overcome gravity, violently collided with the ground, but that was no longer his concern.

‘I never thought I would go over my limit while exercising.’

Of course, it wasn’t just physical training at Daesinjeon during that time.

Education in theology, doctrine, history, etc. was basic, and additional education as a Holy Knight was provided, including all kinds of martial arts, horsemanship, ceremonies, and sacred law.

At least I was able to easily follow the training using my body, probably because of my bonelessness, but I had to struggle a lot in other areas.

Still, it somehow satisfied the standards.

However, even then, I was worried because my divine power was still stagnant, not reaching that of a high priest, but the senior paladin who helped me with my training suggested a solution as if it was no big deal.

‘Just roll over. Be crazy. Recovery is fast? Then double roll. If that doesn’t work, just roll a few more times and it will be resolved.’

What a trivial solution!

Of course, if you think about it, his prescription was reasonable.

The condition for having high priest-level divine power was ‘having at least one “blessing”.’

And the easiest blessing for them as paladins to obtain was the ‘Blessing of Stiff Body.’

Perhaps those who walk the path of priests will grow through blessings from other lines.

However, now that we have surpassed the stagnation of divine power, it will continue to grow steadily again until it reaches bishop-level divine power.

Because that was his greatest advantage.

Heinrich hurriedly put away the exercise equipment and moved to where the Holy Knights were.

Now that he was officially qualified to become a Holy Knight, he wanted to have a conversation about it.

I was quickening my steps like that.

“Hmm hmmm~♪”

A hum rang out from the garden along the way.

‘I can’t believe I heard humming here…’

As I walked carefully, I saw the person I had expected crouching down there, looking at the flower bed.

‘Saint Riesta Saint Hatianus of the Catholic Church.’

Her soft silver hair was flowing and shaking, and her golden eyes, like stars, were sparkling as she looked at the flowers.

With her fresh smile, she looked no different from any other 18-year-old girl.

‘Except for that halo.’

That is, except for the self-emitting cluster of lights around the head.

The traces of that powerful blessing were nothing short of evidence of a saint.

“Hmm, hello, how are you? Holy woman. “Then why are you alone in a place like this?”

Since we had already encountered each other, I pretended not to notice and passed by, so I lightly cleared my throat and spoke to the saint.

The saintess must have sensed this presence as well, and smiled and turned her head to accept the greeting.

“Hello, Sir Heinrich! I was looking at a ladybug. “It was so cute that I didn’t even notice the time passing!”

…It seems like I was looking at bugs, not flowers.

It was still too early to be called a ‘lord’, but no matter how many times I corrected it, nothing would change, so I decided to just move on.

While staying at Roselia Grand Shrine for over two months, there was one thing that surprised me.

This saintly woman, who seemed distant at first, was actually very informal and liked to wander around when she had free time.

He is kind to anyone who is a member of the same main religious order and does not hesitate to offer help.

A lively and quirky girl who is loved by everyone in the main shrine for her kind personality.

His faith was as strong as his divine power, and he was particularly friendly towards those who were as faithful as him.

Therefore, she was the first saint to approach Heinrich, who had shown strong divine power since his baptism, and expressed his affection for her.

“By the way, congratulations, Sir Heinrich! Have you finally received your blessing? “I thought you would do it quickly!”

I wonder if she was indeed a saint or how she knew this. She clapped her hands and rejoiced as if it were her own business.

“thank you. “We were able to reach it thanks to the help of many people.”

“no! The blessing of a strong body cannot be obtained through the help of others. “It’s proof that you’ve surpassed your limits through training, so be proud of yourself!”

I think I realized at a glance what kind of blessing I received.

Perhaps it is the influence of the blessing contained in those sparkling golden eyes.

After chatting for a while and smiling, she stopped and looked up at the sky.

“oh! Afternoon service! When is time like this! Then I’ll just leave. “May the Lord’s blessings always be with you.”

She seemed to judge the time for a moment, then got up, said hello, and disappeared like the wind inside the temple.

“…Well, you’re very… active today too.”

It would be more appropriate to say hectic.

In some ways, it may seem sloppy, but of course it wasn’t shown to everyone.

‘We never compromise on evil.’

We show friendliness to those who follow the main deity and try to embrace them even if they do not follow us.

However, there was not the slightest tolerance for those who were tainted by evil.

And there was an issue that such a saint was obsessed with recently…

It was ‘Hans, the descendant of the Immortal King.’

‘Now that obsession is at the point where it’s scary.’

I heard that they are praying several times a day and trying to track down ‘Hans’.

Of course, since it didn’t exist in this world, there was no way to find it, but the act of never giving up had already become a part of everyday life.

I only felt sorry for those who were discovered and subjugated sideways in the aftermath of the blessing that was chasing the demon.

If he was detected by a saint whose main target was the descendant of the Immortal King, it would mean that he was in the middle of performing some evil ritual, so it would be a blessing in disguise.

‘Actually, it’s understandable to be like that.’

Heinrich was also able to understand his feelings because he was educated about history and knew what the immortal king was like.

The first immortal king who suddenly appeared about a thousand years ago.

Many people were sacrificed by him who turned half of the continent into a land of death, and it was only when countless forces, including the church, came together that they were able to barely defeat him and restore peace.

But hundreds of years later.

Perhaps because the first Immortal King was not properly finished, the ‘Heart of the Immortal King’ containing his power ended up in the hands of a warlock…

and thus the second Immortal King was born.

The second immortal king, who was born by being eaten by the inherited heart, brought chaos to the continent again, and in the aftermath, the great empire located in the west collapsed and was split into several kingdoms as it is now.

Still, maybe it was because it was the second time.

The deadly force targeting the Immortal King worked hard to dispose of the heart to prevent the same thing from happening again.

But that too failed.

Although it succeeded in splitting the heart, it used up its last strength and spread it across the continent to prevent it from being sealed.

That was just a few hundred years ago.

‘And two of them ended up in Hans’ hands. If we find just one last piece, the third immortal king will be resurrected, so the church has no choice but to be desperate.’

Because whenever the Immortal King incident occurred, it was the Main Church that was at the forefront.

It was natural for a saint who had learned the history of their sacrifice from a young age to be hostile towards the Immortal King.

Even more so because she tended to regard her fellow believers as family.

‘It would be nice if we could all get along well. That friend is more gentle and kind than you think, but you don’t know that.’

Yes, Hans, who would become this generation’s immortal king, did not wish for the destruction of the continent.

Even at this very moment, he was fighting hard against an evil organization for the public good.

***

Cooung!

“Ugh….”

Park Gwang-cheon, a Beoncheonhoe official wearing a suit, looked around while blocking Hahoetal’s attack.

He confidently led his troops and laid a trap, but all his plans were ruined by just two men.

‘Damn it, this is all because that damn bastard didn’t bring the right information! ‘You completely underestimated the opponent’s power!’

He burst out in anger as he remembered the man with the vague expression.

The main reason why things went wrong was because of a vampire who came in from nowhere, but he didn’t have the time to think about that.

Even if you make all kinds of excuses, failure is still failure.

‘There is nothing we can do about what has already gone wrong. Then, I need to do a good job of cleaning things up…’

He was still fighting hard against Hahoetal with his remaining subordinates, but it was meaningless now.

No matter how I looked at it, it felt like they were watching it on purpose to captivate me.

‘At first it seemed like you didn’t care if I died or not, but now that you have some free time, are you going to interrogate me and dig up information?’

Park Gwang-cheon looked around at his fallen subordinates.

More than half of them were corpses, but most of those who had recently fallen were not dead but had only been subdued.

‘This… is wrong. There’s no hope anymore.’

Seeing as the commotion coming from the vampires’ side had quieted down, it seemed like the situation there was already over.

And being this quiet was never a positive sign for him.

Because it meant that everything was taken care of by one truly incompetent person.

‘If we delay any longer, the vampires on the other side will join us here. I’ll do my best now and get out at least for myself.’

Although the barrier between Beoncheonhoe and Hahoetal was double-blocked, he was able to escape using his unique skill, “Space Manipulation.”

The last bastion that has saved his life several times so far.

He raised his magic power one last time before activating his unique skill.

***

The situation on the vampire side was roughly resolved, and the resistance of the Buncheonhoe was now over.

It’s taking time to subdue the remaining ones, keeping them alive as much as possible in order to read their memories and extract information, but that won’t last long.

While I was organizing the battlefield step by step, I felt like the enemy leader was preparing something.

It was already too late to do anything, but the moment I was on guard just in case…

“Thank you all for your hard work. For the Buncheonhoe! [Die for freedom—!]”

The last sentence echoes through the space with magical power.

At that moment, the bodies of the Beoncheonhoe members all became rigid.

Regardless of whether they were resisting or were subdued and lost consciousness.

‘What kind of modification is this again!’

Clearly abnormal situation.

Hans’ thinking accelerated.

The surroundings stopped for a moment and time passed slowly.

Sseuuu…

‘This?’

An unidentified flow of magic penetrates the minds of the living.

It tried to resonate with some energy that was lodged in my brain.

At the same time, Hans, who had no limit to his viewing angle, caught the sight of the man glaring in this direction and grinding his teeth.

And that image slowly began to blur.

‘Orders for subordinates to self-destruct. ‘He escaped.’

I quickly assessed the situation.

I don’t know how space travel is possible when there is a barrier, but it’s a very strange world, so that’s a question that will be discussed later.

Now I had to make a choice.

By prioritizing.

Will they find a way to stop the gang from self-destructing from this unidentified flow, or will the gangsters quickly give up and immediately pursue the escaping gangster in an unknown way?

Neither possibility is very likely.

‘There are only a few seconds left, and the opponent’s means are unknown.’

I instantly became irritated by the forced choice.

In this situation, of course…

[Of course neither side gives up!]

Hans, who swallowed his negative emotions and opened his eyes to his individuality, was also the embodiment of greed and obsession.

Of course I had no intention of giving anything away!

All of the entity’s resources were concentrated on Hans.

Accidents accelerate further.

Time almost came to a standstill.

The dark magic was divided into dozens of strands and each headed towards its own goal.

He hastily left a mark on the water monster, which was almost on the verge of disappearing.

It’s not a proper tracking spell, so it will be swept away by the flow of space and disappear quickly, but it will buy you a few seconds.

The remaining dark magic seeped into the minds of the survivors.

Information was obtained by contacting something that resonated with the external flow.

…I can not know.

A complex technique unique to Beoncheonhoe.

Hans’ research was still insufficient to fully understand this complex issue.

but.

Part of a complex procedure.

‘Prohibitions’ and ‘curses’ mixed in here and there.

It was something very familiar to Hans.

It has also been a frequently used tool recently.

‘It starts from here.’

“Evil Wisdom” followed the familiarity and “Forbidden Knowledge” analyzed it.

Like digging up sweet potato stalks, I figured out the structure of the recipe and reached the end.

The one located at the last part.

It was ‘death’.

It goes beyond what is familiar and touches the essence of Hans.

It was something he experienced, something he overcame, and something he finally mastered.

‘now!’

I intervened in a formula that resonated.

Just as if you carelessly insert a foreign object into a precision machine part, it will break down, so the water will run out of control and harm the person involved.

If that happens, it will fail.

So he removed some of the gears from the machine parts.

After what felt like an eon, the surrounding noise, which had been endless, slowly began to return to its original state.

Woooooung—

a formula that continues to resonate.

However, with an important part missing, it only idled repeatedly and failed to achieve its original purpose.

[Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! I am the one who controls death. Do you think you can escape death in front of me like that?]

Hans, who finished the work, burst into laughter on the spot.

Of course, in the meantime, he did not forget to use his dark magic to stun the stumbling remnants without losing his mind.

Because I didn’t know what they would do if they were awake.

[And you won’t die easily.]

Immediately before he disappeared, I traced the buried dark magic and the traces left behind as he passed through the barrier.

While I was concentrating on breaking the ban, the traces were already becoming blurred.

But unlike the beginning, things got better.

By carefully analyzing the gold, I figured out the magic pattern of the guy who created the flow.

This was information that could not be perceived when simply fighting.

The direction was predicted based on the traces left in the barrier, and the distance was estimated based on the faint traces of dark magic.

Within that range, the location was determined based on its magical power pattern.

I don’t know how he got out of here.