My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness

Episode 229 Aftermath (1)

There was no need to waste time trying to grasp the situation.

After all, his mind had been awake the entire time, even though his body was asleep.

Even if it had been divided into nine pieces, each with its own personality.

“Ha! Seriously.”

His fragmented thoughts, which had been flowing according to their individual personalities in various places, instantly started to converge into a single system.

Heinz the Second, who was preparing for a showdown with the Obaifo Clan, having joined forces with the Vice President of the Republic.

Hubert, who was taking advantage of the chaotic situation to further expand his business.

Harris, who was sprawled out on a branch of the World Tree, basking in the sunlight like a plant.

Hesperon, who was comfortably learning magic under Riley’s watchful eye.

Hugo, who had taken care of his unconscious main body and was fulfilling his duties on Earth.

And Harley, who was laughing maniacally as he crushed the remaining demons and beat the High Chieftain to a pulp, despite his battered body…

‘…It’s only been two days.’

Heinrich, who was gripping the holy sword tightly, still feeling the exhilaration of his recent transcendence.

And Hans, who was pierced through the chest by that holy sword, his anger still burning…

‘How did things get this bad in just two days?’

I sighed again, running my hands over my face.

I couldn’t help but lament at the state of things.

The abyss that had contaminated Hans’s mind while he was unconscious briefly rampaged, but its resistance was quickly suppressed, thanks to the holy sword still embedded in his chest.

‘Of course, it wouldn’t have been a big problem even without the holy sword.’

I subtly turned my head and checked the system message that had appeared before I lost consciousness.

《The unique skill grows and unlocks its potential. You have acquired the special skill “Soul Firewall”.》

It was an ability to erect an inviolable barrier around his soul, going beyond simply filtering negative influences with “Mind Hub”.

‘…This will prevent something like this from happening again.’

He had been struggling to block the overflow, and now he had become immune to mental contamination.

He had just discovered a weakness in his ability and needed a countermeasure, and now he didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

‘Now the remaining problem is… how to clean up this mess.’

He frowned, unable to help it.

Hans had gone too far this time, crossing the line he had been carefully maintaining.

Countless lives had been lost in the chaos, and even Geos, his companion, was caught in the crossfire.

He couldn’t blame anyone, as Hans was him…

It felt like waking up in a police station, realizing he had done something terrible while blacked out.

‘Damn it, if only that giant hadn’t interfered!’

…Well, if he was going to blame someone, it would be the ones who had forced him to drink and caused him to make a mistake.

The giant, who had carried out the act, the Revolutionary, who had summoned it, and the ‘Lord’ behind it all.

Strictly speaking, he was the victim here!

‘Ha— Damn it.’

But there was nothing he could do about it by denying reality.

He had to clean up the mess first.

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[Kyaaaaagh—!]

Whoosh—

A powerful gust of wind swept through the battlefield as the Bone Dragon, sensing its master’s danger, roared and took flight.

And as the wind subsided, the battle naturally came to a halt.

Immortal King Hans, who had retreated, riding on Heratos’s head.

And Heinrich, the hero, who was standing protectively in front of his exhausted companions, gripping his holy sword.

A tense silence filled the air as they stared at each other, and then the Immortal King spoke first.

[Hehehe— Indeed, you’re quite something, Hero Heinrich. I never thought you would be capable of this. I underestimated you.]

He was laughing arrogantly, as usual, but Heinrich’s last attack had dealt him a significant blow.

Not only was the holy fire burning his body from the inside, but the “Immortal Heart” in his subspace had also been affected.

Of course, he wouldn’t be incapacitated just from a single critical hit, as he was the Immortal King… but it was still an unexpected blow.

It seemed like it was time for him to retreat.

“This is just the beginning, Hannibal Strauss! Next time, I’ll crush your heart.”

[Bravado won’t work, Hero. You and your companions don’t look so good either. I wonder who will be left standing if this continues?]

“…Ugh!”

As he said, the hero party was in a worse state.

Heinrich only looked relatively unharmed because of his transcendence, but his armor and body were battered, and…

The Saintess’s barrier, which had been protecting them from the abyssal energy, was on the verge of collapse.

The others were also gasping for breath and sweating profusely, clearly at their limit.

[I have no intention of ending this game here, Hero. Wouldn’t it be boring if conquering the continent was too easy?]

And above all… Geos was in critical condition.

He could die at any moment.

[But I did personally intervene and retreat, so I’ll consider this area your victory. You can celebrate.]

He generously offered a concession: the Immortal Army wouldn’t attack the southern region around Beorsen.

‘Actually, it’s not easy to scout this area with ghosts because of the shamans, and there aren’t many targets here anyway.’

And Harley was already busy destroying Baltheon and his gang.

“…We will never stop or falter, as long as the Main God is with us. We will drive you back to the depths of the abyss, Immortal King!”

[Hmph— That would be interesting! I’ll be waiting for that day.]

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness that filled the space was instantly absorbed into Hans, and the endlessly vast space returned to the central hall of the mansion. ⱤåNộʙΕŝ

Flap— Flap— Rumble!

The Bone Dragon, which had been hovering in the air, crashed through the ceiling and took flight.

[I hope to see you again at my domain, the Immortal Fortress, my only nemesis, Heinrich Saint Landguard. Hahaha—!]

And the Immortal King, ignoring the remaining undead and demons, disappeared into the night sky.

As if he didn’t care about those pawns anymore.

‘Good, that was natural.’

And as Hans disappeared,

Heinrich, who had successfully completed the first objective, ‘the Immortal King’s retreat’, nodded heavily.

“Sir Geos! Wake up!”

“Geos!”

“Saint, quickly…!”

…But then it was time.

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Boom—!

A four-meter-tall giant punched the figure barely reaching his chest.

“Gah! You monster!”

“Hahaha! Who are you calling a monster, you little monster?!”

“Ugh, you bastard—!”

Baltheon, his entire body covered in a grotesque mix of purple and black contamination, his muscles monstrously swollen, tried to shift the blame, but Harley, the handsome warrior (4 meters tall), just laughed and punched him again.

‘This size is perfect! If I get any bigger, my agility will decrease, and I’ll just be a punching bag against fast opponents like him.’

Baltheon had enlarged his body as soon as the battle began, but there was no way he could compete with Harley in terms of size.

Harley was superior to him in every aspect.

He had even solved his stamina problem, which had always been his weakness, by converting ‘madness’ into bio-energy with “Tyrant of Madness” and using it to replenish his energy.

“Khahaha! You’re tough! Let’s see how long you can last!”

“Ugh! You beast!”

He was using the amplification effect of “Calcos-style Combat Tattoos”, the “Bio-Aura” from his overwhelming life force, and even his unconventional ability, “Gem Eye: Coercion”.

It wasn’t a coincidence that he had single-handedly crushed all the demons.

Baltheon couldn’t possibly defeat him.

He had been struggling ever since the mansion’s barrier collapsed and the Immortal King left…

“…That bastard, he was just rampaging like a beast a while ago…! Damn it! Was that all an act…?”

…And he was eventually subdued by Harley, his neck in his grasp.

His limbs were twisted and broken, “Gem Eye: Coercion” preventing them from regenerating.

“Hmm, well…”

Harley scratched the back of his head, seeing his frustrated expression.

He hadn’t been thinking at all, so there was nothing he could say.

But as the battle ended, his senses, which had been focused on the enemy, expanded,

And he realized…

‘There are more survivors than I thought.’

He could sense not only the warriors who had come with him, but also many other survivors hiding throughout the city.

And most of them were looking at him with a strange excitement.

‘Oh?’

He looked down at the monster in his hand, its body covered in grotesque purple and black contamination.

Baltheon, the mastermind behind the rebellion, the symbol of tyranny and oppression, the ultimate villain.

“Khahaha—!”

Harley burst into laughter, realizing the situation.

He had always been a showman, just as much as he was a savage warrior.

He answered Baltheon’s question in a loud and clear voice, as if for everyone to hear.

“Of course! You were always in the palm of my hand, Baltheon! I am the true warrior, the ultimate hunter! Hahaha!”

It was a momentous occasion in the history of the south.

Harley, still holding Baltheon in his grasp, subtly flexed his muscles, showing off his physique to the onlookers.

‘Hmm, come to think of it…’

He suddenly remembered his conversation with High Shaman Morna as his gaze fell on the tattoos covering his body.

Her promise to give him the ‘Tattoo of the Fighting King’ if he solved the problem in the south.

He wasn’t sure how much it would help him now that he had reached transcendence… but the rarity of a tattoo that no one had received for hundreds of years was worth the effort.

‘And the problem in the south is practically solved now that Baltheon is defeated.’

It wouldn’t be difficult to eliminate the remaining rebels, and he could sense the High Shaman’s faint aura within the city. She seemed to be safe inside the barrier.

He had completed the mission.

But before that…

‘Baltheon, the former High Chieftain, the mastermind behind the abyssal gate incident. He’ll make a good gift.’

“Grrr! What are you… Ugh!”

Crack! Crack!

Harley carefully crushed his body, eliminating all potential threats.

He had to keep him alive for now, but he couldn’t risk anything unexpected happening.

“Whew, that’s enough. Let’s go!”

He dragged Baltheon’s body, which had been thoroughly restrained with “Gem Eye: Coercion”, across the ground…

And headed towards the central mansion, which was now eerily silent.

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