My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness

The day the Saint and Saintess urgently returned.

Pope Hatianuss the Second interacted with many people, as if he hadn't been secluded for a while.

He spent time with Liesta, catching up and reminiscing, chatted with those he had connections with, and offered words of encouragement to his juniors.

Many people naturally came and went from the Pope's residence, creating a lively atmosphere after a long period of quiet.

And that evening.

In front of the Saintess and a few high-ranking officials, he lay down on his bed, complaining of fatigue…

“Hahaha, well, I’ll be going ahead. Take your time.”

…and with those brief words, he quietly passed away, as if falling asleep.

A gentle smile remained on his face.

It was the same for Saintess Liesta, who had been downcast all day.

She shed a few tears, but quickly recovered and took the lead in blessing the Pope's new journey.

‘Well, it's understandable, considering the nature of the Main God Church, the continent's largest religion. And most of the high-ranking officials are practically fanatics.’

To those devout believers, death wasn’t the end, but the beginning of a journey towards the Main God.

Even if they mourned the immediate separation, they believed they would reunite in the Main God’s embrace.

So, amidst that calm and solemn atmosphere, as the funeral was held…

Heinrich recalled the Pope's secret message.

The benevolent voice that had been transmitted only to his mind, undetectable even to Liesta, who was right next to him.

‘…Well, it wasn't anything groundbreaking. Just a single word.’

One word.

<Permitted.>

That was the divine message the Pope had conveyed right before his death.

‘…What am I supposed to do with just that?’

He sighed inwardly.

Of course, he could roughly guess why it had been so vague.

What they conveniently called a divine message… was closer to a simplified interpretation of a complex and vast will, for human comprehension.

It had only been possible because the Pope's soul was slowly separating from his physical body.

Even Heinrich, the Saint of the Main God, still couldn't clearly grasp the Main God’s will, despite receiving a Grand Blessing.

‘There's no point in worrying about it now. It’s not a bad thing to be permitted something anyway.’

Whether it was about wreaking havoc on the continent, using the Main God’s name for personal gain, or staying in Auterica for an extended period…

It could be interpreted as permission to act freely without any restrictions.

It was a welcome development.

After all—.

Another major event was about to unfold.

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[Khehehe—. This is ridiculous. I couldn’t find him even after searching everywhere.]

The Immortal King Hans let out a sinister chuckle, and the surrounding air vibrated.

He was standing atop one of the tall spires of the Immortal Fortress.

Where an altar for a tracking ritual using a catalyst was prepared.

[To think he was hiding in the boundary of the abyss. It's not an environment where a living being can survive.]

The place where the Immortal Army slumbered.

A chaotic realm where air and warmth didn’t exist, and even time and space were distorted.

Even for undead, it was a world where independent movement, let alone thought, was difficult.

‘I thought he was extraordinary, but this is beyond my expectations.’

But impressive or not, this unexpected development required a change of plans.

He had gathered all the Immortal Army executives, preparing to thoroughly eliminate the Revolutionary…

‘Unless they can handle the abyss like me, the others would only be a hindrance. I’m better off going alone.’

Hans descended from the spire, his burning eyes gleaming.

He could handle the Revolutionary alone.

He hadn’t been able to eliminate him before because he couldn’t find his hiding place, not because he was too weak.

No matter how strong the Revolutionary was, he couldn't possibly be stronger than the Immortal King.

He had meticulously prepared because he wanted to eliminate him without any risk. The Revolutionary was a formidable opponent who had orchestrated several continent-shaking incidents.

‘There’s no point in delaying any longer.’

Hans made a decision and took action.

[Prepare for battle and stand by.]

He would enter the boundary of the abyss alone.

But he didn’t forget to bring along the Abyss Revenants, created from the bodies of Earthling awakened ones, following in Salma’s footsteps.

‘If it’s these guys, filled with the abyss, maybe they’ll be useful. Even if they can’t fight inside, they’ll be helpful if he escapes.’

Having completed his preparations, he headed towards a nearby scar of the abyss.

There was no time to waste.

‘Found it.’

A faint trace of a crack, detected by his keen senses.

It had been dormant for a long time, firmly sealed, but opening it wasn’t a problem for Hans, a master of the abyss.

A jet-black energy seeped from his fingertips, extending and taking shape.

And then, a sharply honed abyssal blade tore through space.

Zzzzt—

The crack split open, revealing its gaping maw.

An ominous darkness churned within, its presence unsettling.

[Kuhut— This is interesting. Now, let’s hunt down the vermin that has been bothering me.]

And without hesitation,

Hans stepped into the abyss.

Gurgle— Gurgle—

The crack writhed from the impact of his entry.

But it quickly began to seal itself, twisting and contorting…

And within moments, it vanished from the air, as if it had never been there.

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There were several reasons why Hans could so readily throw himself into the unknown abyssal realm.

He was confident he could handle it, being able to manipulate the abyss himself, and if anything went wrong, he could always use ‘Dismiss’.

[Hmm, this is…? ]

He had expected to spend a considerable amount of time searching for the Revolutionary, even within the abyss…

But he realized he had overlooked something.

‘Distorted spacetime. Everywhere, yet nowhere. Without the abyss, this would have been quite troublesome.’

Hans enveloped himself in the abyss, anchoring his presence, and looked around.

A bizarre space where his coordinates shifted and his phase changed even while standing still.

It would be impossible to find anyone here without a clear destination.

[Hoho— This… I can use this.]

…Unless you had a clear guide.

In this chaotic realm, where direction was meaningless without a destination, a fixed point of reference was invaluable.

Hans took out the vibrating metal fragment and stared at it.

And then, taking a single step—.

He arrived at his destination.

The place where the catalyst led him, where the Revolutionary was hiding.

‘Excellent. This is practically a free win… Huh?’

[What the…?]

But then he witnessed an unexpected sight.

‘Did I come to the wrong place… No, that’s definitely the Seed of Madness, so this should be it.’

Crunch— Crunch—!

A gruesome sound echoed through the distorted space.

A massive, white figure was standing right before him, its mouth working busily as it devoured something.

‘A White Giant. This is unexpected.’

Both the eater and the eaten.

They were practically identical.

He had wondered why the giant attacks had stopped recently… it seemed they were busy with internal conflicts.

‘Wait, that size…?’

But then something else caught his attention.

He had initially thought it was because of the distorted perspective in this space… but even after using 「Abyssal Eye」 to confirm, there was no mistake.

The one doing the eating was about 1.5 times larger than the other.

‘…That one also looks quite large. The average giant was about 30 meters, so…’

About 45 meters.

Practically a 15-story building.

And unlike the previous giants, which had ordinary physiques, this one possessed a well-trained warrior’s body. Its monstrous muscles, amplified by its size, emanated an overwhelming presence.

But that wasn’t the only thing that bothered him.

The massive amount of ‘madness’ within its body, and…

“Pfft, I knew you would come… Immortal King.”

The giant turned its gaze towards him, its dark eyes seemingly bottomless pits.

It grinned, its lips twisting into a sinister smile.

Its eyes, nose, mouth, ears.

There were no signs of any seals.

[You’re that Revolutionary bastard? This is an unexpected form. Did you use the Seed of Madness to possess a giant’s body?]

“Khehehe— What do you think, Immortal King? Isn’t it beautiful? This is the perfect human form, crafted by the God of Humans, the new humanity!”

[God of Humans…?]

As Hans pondered the unfamiliar term,

Something stirred within him, a remnant from the White Giant’s mental attack, resonating with the abyss that permeated this space.

And as the fragmented pieces coalesced into a single piece of information,

He finally understood.

Why this giant, this self-proclaimed Revolutionary, had orchestrated all these incidents.

[Ha! This is ridiculous. A fallen god, corrupted and banished to the abyss, and its apostle?]

“Khehehe— You wouldn't understand. You’re just a drifter who stumbled into this world! Our Creator, our Father, suffers in the cold depths of the abyss. As his children, how can we stand idly by?! Oh, God! Forgive this incompetent creation!”

Rumble—!

The giant’s sudden outburst shook the space, its voice echoing through the distorted realm.

An overwhelming force, amplified by his rage, began to expand and encroach on Hans’s domain.

‘Hmm.’

But Hans remained calm, tilting his head slightly.

He was pondering how to respond to the giant’s words, his declaration that Hans was an otherworlder.

But his contemplation didn’t last long.

‘…Wait, does it even matter? I’m just going to eliminate him right here anyway.’

There was no point in wasting his energy on a meaningless conversation.

So, he decided to just go with it.

[Hoho— So you’re saying I’m an otherworlder?]

“Huh? Trying to hide it? It’s useless. I already know. This space amplifies His power. I couldn’t possibly mistake your presence, even at this close distance!”

‘Amplifies his power…’

Another piece of information.

He didn't know what that ‘power’ was, but it was clear that the giant possessed some sort of special ability.

As Hans organized his thoughts,

The giant, the Revolutionary, smirked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“Khehehe— How arrogant, Immortal King. Distracted by a few words, giving me time!”

Crackle—!

The giant’s muscles bulged.

His aura and physical presence were far more stable than before.

He had been subtly revealing information while digesting the giant he had just devoured, buying himself time.

[You’re mistaken about something.]

“Hmm?”

But.

Hans hadn’t been distracted.

He had simply prioritized gathering information over immediate elimination.

Because—.

[It changes nothing.]

…He and the giant were not equals.

A little extra time wouldn't change the outcome.

The giant’s power was formidable, but—

‘It depends on who you’re comparing it to.’

The embodiment of despair, the source of all fear, the ruler of death.

[I’ll show you the difference in our levels, mongrel.]

The undisputed strongest in Auterica.

Whoosh—!

The Immortal King Hans unleashed the full force of his death magic,

An overwhelming darkness that engulfed the chaotic world, instantly consuming the giant’s encroaching domain.

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