Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Ownership (2)

#76

Bran raised his head.

Through the cracked space gap a bizarre color was wavering.

Honestly he worried a lot, but it was endurable more than thought.

‘It is not a level of external pressure I can endure now. As expected stats are gangsters.’

If it was not a physical build even attempting would have been impossible.

The skill obtained while eliminating the Outer God fragment, Sword of the Boundary also played a part.

Because the conditionally rising stats were at a level surpassing even mediocre blessings.

Bran muttered to himself.

“The craziest act since coming to Letunir.”

Still the fact that it is reckless did not change.

Originally to eliminate the otherworld rift extremely cumbersome procedures were needed.

The elimination method of ramming like now was a method worth attempting only in the mid-to-late part of the game.

But, since falling into this world has there been a time that was not reckless.

“Hueup!”

Bran swung the greatsword.

It was a blow containing Morning’s Blessing.

The moment the slash slammed the rift, a roar as if chariots colliding burst.

Boooom-!!!

At the same time a giant shockwave swept the audience chamber.

Benden who was pushed helplessly fell while planting his butt.

“Hueeuk!”

“This fuck. It is no joke.”

Ilark was startled and retreated.

Even though sufficiently distancing he did not know it would be this much.

At the vibration shaking the whole body Bran shivered.

“Kkeu···!”

The greatsword and the edge of the rift were interlocked.

Although not even a hairline crack was made in the rift that was not important.

Because originally he did not think he could smash it.

“Come out.”

The reason he does this kind of thing was to call out the owner of the rift.

The fact that Sword of the Boundary which only takes effect when confronting the ‘existence’ of the otherworld activated was also because of that guy.

It was the moment Bran recited lowly.

Puhwaaak-!

Red tentacles burst out while tearing the rift.

The slimy texture is unpleasant.

On each strand a powerful otherworld presence was smeared.

Rustle!

In an instant the tentacles that flew wrapped Bran’s arms and legs.

“Hiiik! Bran!”

Kale’s face turned pure white.

It was an appearance like a fish captured by an anemone.

Rustle!

Subsequently the tentacles began pulling Bran toward the rift.

Arazan hurriedly drew the bow.

“Bran. Going now!”

“Don’t come close!”

But Bran’s reaction was cold.

“I said not to intervene no matter what happens! Make this bastard concentrate only on me!”

“But···!”

“Because dangerous everyone go down! Until it ends go to the lower floor and absolutely don’t come up!”

The enemy inside was stronger than thought.

During the elimination work the otherworld presence amplifies so there was need to distance more.

Arazan bit her lips.

“······!”

Even though she heard the precautions in advance the body moved first.

Her always cool appearance looked precarious enough for her to lose composure.

It was before Arazan could answer anything.

Kwap!

Bran who was slowly being dragged by the tentacles was eventually swallowed by the rift.

The group’s faces distorted.

Staring at the rift Bran’s vision went dark.

“······Done!”

“Lan···!”

It seemed the companions were shouting something from behind but it was not heard well.

Hopefully they listen well.

The short dark ended and the front of the eyes began to brighten again.

『Great discovery! You entered the otherworld for the first time!』

『Mental Power increases slightly.』

The first thing seen was a translucent notification window.

Like when discovering the cursed king’s tent stats increased slightly.

Indeed, it is a matter to be congratulated.

Because cases of mortals not attached to the Outer God stepping into the otherworld were almost none.

When vision completely returned, a scenery as if jumping into a surrealist painting unfolded.

‘Seeing directly is the first.’

The expression that it is a picture drawn by a psychopath might be right.

The ground covered with purple grass was finely swelling and deflating as if breathing.

It could be the back of some life form, or the possibility that something is moving from deep there.

Every time Bran moved his feet each flower or grass leaf was wriggling as if alive.

‘Whatever it is good so just don’t come out now.’

The upper side was more of a spectacle.

If the sea enters the place where the sky is it would feel like that.

The sky endlessly twisting its body seems like seeing a giant water flow rather than gas.

Hideously shaped otherworld life forms were swimming riding the sticky wind.

【Keong! Keong!】

【Rurururu···.】

While howling with shitty sounds.

The small ones were smaller or similar to people, but among the big ones there were individuals exceeding tens of meters.

If leaving the rift like this and growing it more and more that kind of monster would also pop out.

“Shit-like.”

Here is the edge of the otherworld.

If the sea it was a section about the continental shelf.

Although a scenery that loses the soul, there was no room to appreciate.

『The Red Watcher is watching you!』

As if proving that a warning message rose.

It was a place about fifty steps away.

Turning his head in the direction the tentacles flew Bran raised his middle finger.

“What are you looking at this bastard.”

【······.】

No matter how many times seen it was a burdensome appearance.

A giant eyeball reaching 7m in diameter was staring this way.

There are no other organs and only the eyeball is floating.

Behind the front of the eyes red tentacles were wriggling like Medusa’s hair.

The tentacle binding Bran was also one that flew from that guy.

【···Ru?】

It was a named monster Watcher that opens the passage between the otherworld and reality.

A characteristic that the color differs according to the strength of the individual and the red guy belonged to the weak side.

『The otherworld presence amplifies! Physical ability decreases.』

『You were exposed to the Watcher’s gaze. Continuously receive mental damage!』

Of course from the Watcher’s standard.

A person without resistance collapses mentally just by receiving the gaze.

It was the moment Bran flinched at the sensation of arms and legs suddenly becoming heavy.

Slaak!

An additionally flown tentacle wrapped Bran even more strongly.

【Rururu.】

“Euk!”

He could not budge.

Far from running away not dropping the greatsword was the best.

It seemed it would feel like this if captured by ten anacondas at the same time.

The Watcher was slowly approaching Bran while blinking the large eye.

『Receiving the gaze of the Red Watcher!』

『Mental damage continues.』

The vision was shaking.

As expected a high weight class monster.

Even without particularly activating a pattern this much.

Bran clenched his teeth while panting.

“Yes··· huff, at best it would only look like a curious prey···.”

In the approaching Watcher’s attitude not a bit of tension could be found.

The degree of wondering how a human not even serving the Outer God entered.

Further it would be the level of wondering what taste would come from that human’s brain.

However, the guy was overlooking one thing.

『Indomitable will adapts to the external pressure!』

『Part of the decreased physical ability returns to original.』

『High Mental Power halves the mental damage!』

That Bran is different from ordinary prey.

At the same time as the notification disappeared the pressure pressing the body disappeared.

It seemed okay to do gradually.

The distance was narrowed to around twenty steps.

Firmly gripping the sword hilt Bran associated the image of a tree.

『The power of the Giant Tree springs. Strength value doubles!』

The reaction occurred immediately.

Strength began boiling from the whole body.

A fraudulent skill that becomes twice as strong without asking or questioning.

Even Bran’s Strength was already greatly increased thanks to the sword of the otherworld.

Crunch!

The moment Bran put strength into the upper body, the tentacles binding both arms broke.

【Ruruk?】

The Watcher’s pupil shook.

The tentacles bound to the legs were becoming taut.

At the unusual atmosphere the Watcher turned to an attack posture.

Just as all the tentacles that were wriggling behind the eyeball were about to shoot toward Bran.

“Hueup.”

Bran moved first.

The opportunity was once. If this misses he really does not know what will happen.

Gathering all strength Bran threw the greatsword.

Pukwaaaaaak!

The greatsword that flew drawing a perfect straight line pierced the exact center of the Watcher’s eyeball.

The black pupil narrowed small like a needle.

Over the eyeball of the Watcher that paused for an instant a monster cry hard to describe burst out.

【Kiriririririk!】

“Kraak!”

Bran frowned.

The resonance shaking each and every cell passed through Bran’s body.

The tentacles wrapping the arms and legs fell.

『You neutralized the Red Watcher. The otherworld rift perishes!』

At the same time the rift began to close.

Quite fast.

At best in 20 seconds it would disappear without a trace.

If not escaping within that he becomes trapped in the otherworld forever.

“Still far!”

But instead of heading to the rift Bran ran toward the Watcher.

He has to end it surely.

Sreung!

When pulling the sword hilt the blade made of Numerite was drawn while making a smooth sound.

It was the reason he brought the greatsword.

Because the weapon used when throwing is inevitably discarded.

Although an ordinary good weapon cannot pierce the guy’s cornea, he obtained the greatsword at a truly timely moment.

【Kirik, kiriririk!】

The Watcher was rampaging without even recognizing Bran’s existence.

From the place the greatsword pierced silver body fluid was springing.

Although the tentacles rampaging madly were forming a defensive wall Bran did not care.

Leaping while kicking the ground Bran drove a Smash to the same place as earlier.

Tukwaaang-!!

Shock occurred before the blade touched.

The Numerite that absorbed all remaining mana had increased in weight to a formidable degree.

This time it did not end with piercing.

The place directly hit by Smash dented and the eyeball exploded.

‘Caught.’

Bran’s eyes narrowed.

That the adaptation nucleus broke was transmitted through the fingertips.

For an instant the Watcher’s form swelled.

It is the pattern he was waiting for.

The moment Bran turned his head a great explosion occurred.

Pukwaaaaaak!!!

At the shockwave as if a mine exploded Bran’s body bounced.

“Ah···.”

It was a self-destruct pattern the Watcher performs when dying.

Although a shock that seemed he would lose consciousness, Bran stubbornly swung the sword once more.

Booom!

As Smash slammed the ground the speed Bran was flying accelerated.

Even in this situation now the rift was gradually shrinking.

It was the moment he who was flying helplessly passed the rift by a hair’s breadth.

Pajijijik-!

As if a wound healing the rift stuck.

The corner of Bran’s mouth who was flying rose faintly.

“···Safe.”

It was an escape method utilizing the great explosion that occurs after catching the Watcher.

Thanks to the increased range Smash he could add acceleration.

But, in this method a fatal disadvantage existed.

‘The spine might break.’

That after exiting the rift there is no preparation at all.

The high ceiling of the audience chamber was passing quickly.

It was while Bran who closed his eyes was resolving not to die instantly.

“There! C-came out!”

“This fuck, Bran!”

From nearby a familiar voice rang out.

Bran flinched.

He wanted to shout what these idiots are doing now but because of the pressure he could not open his mouth.

Just before Bran who was flying like a missile collided head first with the wall.

Boooom-!

Ilark who flew like the wind received him.

Because the speed was speed a sound as if exploding a mortar was made.

Kagagagak!

As the legs that braked were pushed fragments bounced.

At the shock flipping the insides Ilark dry heaved.

“Keueuk!”

“C-caught!”

Kale was astonished.

Now seeing the other group was also together.

Baihir carrying the group was receiving her from behind.

Kale’s blessing, Arazan’s Gale Step were wrapping Ilark’s body.

“B-Bran··· are you okay?”

“You guys.”

Bran’s eyes widened.

Finally the Numerite longsword fell from the hand where the stiffness was released.

Booom!

Along with a heavy roar the floor was dug in.

“This fuck··· somehow it hurt···.”

Ilark spat out a curse.

Dumbfounded Bran muttered as if chewing.

“I said go down.”

Actually the words he should say now were not this but he ended up spouting unconsciously.

Because them ignoring the warning that it is dangerous was the first time.

Approaching while sobbing Kale shook his head.

“H-how can we do that?”

An answer that blocks the words.

The other companions also added a word each.

“Hehe, we were down. About three seconds?”

“Glad you are safe. The favor of saving the plateau almost could not be repaid.”

“Fortunate that came out before the rift closed. Right before closing we were going to enter all together.”

Ilark chuckled.

Judging from everyone plastering buffs it did not seem empty words.

Slowly sweeping his face Bran let out a hollow laugh as if absurd.

“Heu.”

Honestly even if these guys did not receive him the possibility of instant death was low.

If only rationally he should scold why they did not listen.

Because being exposed to powerful external pressure was clearly a dangerous matter.

But, Bran decided not to do so.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Because it was an action overflowing with loyalty to the point of tears.

Expressing gratitude the mood became a bit better.

Whatever later advise.

Suddenly, before the eyes of him who was smiling a translucent window appeared.

『You defeated the Red Watcher. By defeating the intelligent being of the otherworld Mental Power increases.』

『You achieved victory against a strong enemy. Weed’s Tenacity activates!』

『The shadow of destruction withdrew from Letunir··· for now.』

It was the news he was waiting for.

Judging from the shadow withdrawing the situation seemed concluded for now.

Because it means the monsters remaining in the city, and the rift that such monsters pop out from were destroyed.

‘Is there still hope.’

By the way even becoming this appearance not being judged as destruction was unexpected.

The people frozen with the Black Throne seemed treated as survivors.

Just as Bran was about to raise his body.

『Your pack continuously fought against incomprehensible evil.』

A message with a different feeling from until now rose.

『You performed good for those who could be passed.』

『The back view of fighting against evil is brilliant.』

『By overcoming overall hardship Weed’s Pack activates!』

Similar yet different from when saving Valkeros before.

The sentences rising in succession were praising their actions.

Pat!

A golden window revealed itself.

『Conditions fulfilled.』

『All pack members acquire the new stat [Anti-Magic Power]!』

Bran’s eyes widened round.

As soon as the notification window disappeared change occurred.

Feeling the change of the body the group spat out a short groan.

“Keuk?!”

“Wh-what?”

Except only Bran.

Placing a hand on the chest where a sense of alienation wavered, Bran muttered as if absurd.

“···This comes out here.”